#slipping on ice ain't no joke

[melancholicbutterflies]

Now Hold On, Baby

Prompt: Elvis and his buddies are tossing the football around and you accidentally get hit. Needless to say, he more than makes up for it.

wc. 1,570

warnings: my awful understanding of medicine, elvis being a southern gentleman.

A/N: wow two fics in two days i'm impressed with myself LOL. I said i was gonna do football!elvis fic and i did! not sure why all my fics lately have been so fluff-based, but there ya go. there are potential other avenues i could go down with this setting, so if there's interest i may further develop the fic :O

"What a nice day to study outside," you remarked, smiling as you seated yourself in one of the nearby Adirondack chairs with your friend, Janie on the college's green.

"I agree on the first part, don't much care for the 'study' bit," she grumbled, flopping down next to you melodramatically.

"Oh, come on. It's better than studying inside. I've had enough of stuffy libraries, haven't you?"

"Oh sure. I just don't get why we gotta spend a beautiful day like this cooped up in books."

"Well, what would you rather do, then?"

"What would I rather do? What would I rather do?!" She cried.

"Yeah!"

Pausing, she laughed. "Gosh, it's been so long since I could choose what I wanted to do that I forgot what I even like!"

You laughed together.

She wasn't completely wrong; this semester had been a doozy, a far cry from your first one freshman year where everything was new and exciting, the feeling of finally being on your own for the first time in your life leading to more partying than school, the reason you were all there after all. The spring had been a real shock, filled with nonstop deadlines, rigid professors, and nearly as many all-nighters although not of the partying kind. It was a rude awakening for everyone in your year, but for Janie in particular, who had some attention issues although she was plenty smart.

"...Right now, I just wanna sit down and relax. Close my eyes a bit." Janie was saying drowsily, looking as if she was about to drift off to sleep right then and there. As the sun shone on you, a gentle breeze passing by, you had half a mind to join her. Your barely opened textbook slipping from your fingers as your body let loose some of that much needed tension.

Not two minutes later, you faintly heard someone yell "Heads up!" Thinking nothing of it, as it sounded as if it were a ways away, your mind felt fuzzy as it entered that half-dream-like, half-awake state.

Suddenly, it wasn't so fuzzy anymore. It was downright aching, like a bucket of ice-cold water rained down on it. Opening your eyes, you realized you'd been hit by some flying... football? Your hand massaged the side of your head while you looked blearily around for the source of the assault.

"Oh, man, I'm real sorry darlin'," a familiar-looking young man came jogging over to you wearing a forlorn expression. "It wasn't me, but I ain't gon' make excuses for them," he jabbed a finger in the direction of a few other young men, looking concerned. It was then that you realized who they were. You were speaking with royalty, as far as most of your fellow students were concerned. Football was big at your university, and from what you'd heard, your school was one of the top contenders. Elvis Presley, the man standing before you, was a big reason for that. He was quarterback, and he reveled in the attention as much as he enjoyed playing.

"Darlin'?" He questioned; thick dark brows furrowed in deepening concern. "You all right? We need to get your head looked at?"

"No, no," you shook your head, regretting the action as you felt like a rock was rolling around in there. "I'll... I'll be fine. Just try not to hit me again." You joked weakly. You thought it was funny, but also got your point across, and you went to move back to Janie. You didn't realize you were moving sluggishly, and walking not quite straight, until you caught the grass getting closer to you.

"Wha-

"Damn it!" You heard Elvis cry, and stupidly you shut your eyes, as if accepting your fate. "Gotcha," he cooed in your ear, and you came around to the fact that you were now in his arms, his nice, strong, warm arms... You looked up at him, eyes blinking, your head nearly lolling to the side if it weren't for his hand cradling your neck. "It's gon' be OK, sweetheart. Gon' get you to the nurse to get that head looked at. You're stubborn as hell, girl," he shook his head at you, half smile on his face. You wanted to poke it, your hand raised to do so but it landed on his cheek. He laughed. "'Nuff of that, woman. You want me to trip with you? We'll both crack our heads on this sidewalk." In your muddled state you laughed; the image was rather funny.

Some time later, you woke up in the nurse's office, alone. Where were you? You tried to recall the last moments but were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in?" You said hesitantly.

A young, dark-haired woman came inside in a nurse's uniform and greeted you pleasantly as she took your vitals. "You had quite a bump earlier, didn't you? Came in all zonked out."

The machine beeped. "Good, 107 over 20. Had you all the way down in the eighties, was thinking we'd have to send you to the hospital!"

"Oh, gosh."

"Luckily, you're looking a lot better. You don't still feel dizzy, do you?"

"No, I feel all right. Still a little bruised, though..." You went to feel your head, coming up against a light bandage. "Don't fuss with it, it needs to heal. I'm glad you came in when you did. If it weren't for that handsome fella that brought you, carrying you like a white knight and everything!"

A blush started rising to your cheeks, and you glanced away. "He was awfully nice to do that. Then of course it was his friends who hit me!"

"Oh, I'm sure it was just an accident. Besides, girls have done less to get Elvis' attention," she winked, moving toward the door. "You should be fine but take it easy, no sudden movements and no sports for a few weeks!"

"Thank you," you said, grumbling you hadn't intended to get his attention, it seemed to be thrust upon you. You couldn't deny it was a kind act he did; you didn't know many men that would have gone through that much trouble to make sure you were all right. You definitely were lucky he had stopped you from falling and incurring additional harm. And, even though you'd never admit it aloud, you found him not horrendous to look at. Maybe even cute. You were sure he was well aware of his affect on the opposite sex, and rationalized he didn't need more compliments.

"Oh, there you are," a familiar deep voice sounded to your right as you stepped into reception, about to leave toward your dorm to find Janie. You hoped she hadn't gotten too much of a scare. For all you knew she was still knocked out on the lawn; she was the heaviest sleeper you'd ever known!

"Elvis," you said, and it was all you could say in your surprise of him staying close. "What... what are you doing here?"

"Making sure you were OK, silly," he rose to his full height from the chair, stretching. "A bigger ask than I'd anticipated; those seats were none too comfy." He teased.

"Oh, Elvis, that's awfully kind of you but you didn't have to."

He waved a hand off, "naw, I was raised right, I wouldn't leave a woman in distress, especially since it was my numb knuckle friends who got you into that mess. I hope you can accept my apology, darlin'." There was that beseeching look again in his blue hues.

When he turned those eyes on you, you were done. "Of course I do," you said softly. He smiled real wide then, straight, shiny white teeth nearly blinding you in their exuberance. "Oh, doll, I'm so glad to hear that, I am. I was so worried. I know how smart you are, I didn't wanna think we were responsible for knocking all that genius outta your noggin!"

You guffawed; it was so ridiculously inane, yet entirely endearing because of the genuineness with which he said it. But then you sobered at the realization that he knew who you were. Or knew enough to know how seriously you took school. "Wait, how did you know-?" As far as you could recall, you'd never spoken, hardly laid eyes on him more than once or twice in passing, and even then, thinking nothing of it. You weren't someone who got into sports.

"I sit a few rows behind you. Prolly didn't notice, I don't blame you. I'm usually late or taking a snooze, not the most dedicated student," he rubbed the back of his neck as if embarrassed. "Well, I reckon we probably had a few classes together last semester too, but I guess you didn't notice me."

He watched you as you formed your opinion about this, not upset, but strangely earnest. It took you aback. You would've figured The Elvis Presley would have been a lot more cocky and self-assured. He wasn't in the slightest. It was... delightfully refreshing.

"Well, I can be pretty oblivious, but I can definitely say I know you now, Elvis Presley." You smiled the first real smile since speaking with him, and he mirrored you happily.

"Where you headed?" He asked. "My dorm. I should check on Janie, my friend," you add in explanation.

He nodded. "How 'bout I walk you there? It's gettin' late, and it's not but a few blocks from my dorm."

"Sure! I mean, if you don't mind. You've spent enough time on me today as it is. I'm sure you have other places to be."

He stopped you by the arm, forcing your gaze to his steady one. "There isn't anywhere else I'd rather be." He said, and you believed him.

[odditycircus-2002]

When You and Jimmy Crystal Started Dating

A/N: I hope y'all like my first batch of headcanons! Cause I enjoyed putting them down to metaphorical paper!

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As Jimmy assured you when you first met, you and your band passed your audition with his boss! Said boss especially loving the energy you bring to the stage.

Not too long after, a bouquet of flowers was left at your Winnebago, specifically, sunflowers. The same flower as your spiritual and stage namesake. The tag attached to the bouquet read, "Congratulations! I knew you would make the cut xoxox -J.C"

You felt your ears flatten against your head and your face warmer under your bandmate's knowing smirks, knowing exactly who sent the sunflowers and why. Later that evening, you'd slip away from the rest of your band to call Jimmy and have to physically hold down your tail when he answered, hoping he wouldn't be able to hear it over the phone. You thank him for the flowers and say that the rest of your band found them lovely. He gives a chuckle over the phone in response, a sound that causes an invigorating shiver down your spine.

"Those flowers weren't for them, Sunshine."

Jimmy laughed over the phone as you just about died on the spot from how hot your face became.

With Time, you and your band's popularity slowly but indeed started to skyrocket. At the same time, Jimmy also started climbing the corporate ladder, with your band's success being a major factor in helping to promote him. "Taking Back the Spring" performed under the Corporation's agency for some years, making hit after hit, albums that sold like hotcakes, and shows that are closer to being as big and grand as you and your band hoped they would be. Your music and passionate songs captivate audiences and get people to bop their heads along to the beat over the radio.

Often after rehearsals or a show, you'd find bouquets of your favorite flowers in your dressing room, all from one J.C. Flowers that you lovingly replant or find a nice spot for them in your apartment.

Sometimes, when you both have some free time, you and Jimmy would go out to take walks in the park. You're pretty sure none of your bandmates believe you when you say you're just meeting up with Jimmy Crystal for professional reasons. Which is a given since they know it's a lie. You and Jimmy would sometimes get snacks from nearby food stands before sitting under a tree or a park bench. Both of you would talk about anything and everything that comes to mind, mostly blowing off steam when it came to work. For you, it's how nosy your bandmates can sometimes be.

You giggled a bit when Jimmy went into a full-on rant about the morons he has to work with and some of the talentless garbage his boss decided to sponsor. Unknowingly, causing him to send his ice cream flying off its cone.

"I mean, really! Amazingly, the bozo was able to recognize talent when he see it when it came to you and your group, but most of the other acts workin' under him? Garbage, complete garbage!"

"Well, music is subjective like any art form. What you find to be "trash" others might find a treasure trove with."

You giggled a bit when he realized he had no ice cream anymore, much to his chagrin. However, you do offer him your cone, which he takes with an almost inaudible "thank you" licking it, before playfully insulting your taste in treats.

"Jokes on you, now it will forever be the flavor of our first indirect kiss."

This time it was Jimmy's turn to be speechless. He gives your ice cream another lick before admitting that it ain't that bad.

Later when you went back to the Winnebago, you screamed into your pillow.

Other times when you're not spending time together at the park, Jimmy would take you to show you the best shows in the theater or the best places to grab a coffee or pastry. In turn, you show him some activities that you like which include some yoga and meditation that you try to get Jimmy to better maintain his temper. While he does grumble about how it seems dumb, he still participates with you and the rest of your band.

You realize that gift-giving is part of Jimmy's love language when, not too long after you struck up a friendship, he started leaving you more than flowers. Anything you're interested in? He started buying the best quality items related to them. It's no trouble for him at all, money wise much to your never-ending bewilderness. Personally, your favorite gift from him is a soladite crystal pendant. Why? It's because Jimmy gave it to you on your first official date.

A date that entailed you and him watching the hottest and newest musical in time, that left you humming its songs long after leaving the theater. After the musical was dinner at one of the fanciest restaurants you've ever seen and felt a little (much) insecure being in. Yet, Jimmy couldn't keep his eyes off you the entire time. At one point, he reaches out with his paw to cover yours and tell you loud enough for you to hear.

"Darling, you look perfect tonight."

Later, after taking a moonlight-lit walk in the park, you ended up back at your apartment. Although, neither you nor Jimmy wanted to end the night right then and there.

A lightbulb seemed to light up in your head as you quickly put on one of your vinyl and invited Jimmy to dance, who happily obliges. Not too surprisingly, Jim-Jam has some moves of his own to show you, swaying you both fluidly around with expert elegance and grace. Eventually, you're just left swaying and moving slowly in each other's arms as the last song is coming to an end.

You're resting your head on his chest and Jimmy holds you close by the small of your back and hip, before moving to look up at the white wolf. His crystal blue eyes always captivated you, but now they melt your heart.

"Thanks for the wonderful date, Jim."

"Not a problem, Y/N"

You don't know who exactly leaned in first, although Jimmy fervently claims it was you, you then find your and Jimmy's noses touching one another. The nose touching then dissolved into kissing on the lips, next into some kissing and nipping on the neck. Finally, you're left as a love-sick puddle as Jimmy then bids you goodnight.

At some point, rumors and speculation about your band's more love-centric songs started to form, specifically about if any of the songwriters (including you) wrote them with a certain someone special in mind. Eventually, you were asked directly on Hot News during an interview.

"So Sunny, could you please answer a teeny tiny question that we've all been dying to know the answer to? Who did you, if anyone, have in mind when writing your latest song?"

"That's quite a question to make there Lyla. I'd say if he is watching right now, the answer is crystal clear."

You give an earnest smile and a wink into the camera, not knowing miles away Jimmy is watching this interview with his mouth slightly agape and his tail wagging.

Why didn't you just admit who you're seeing or interested in public? Because you and Jimmy agreed to keep your personal lives outside of your careers private. No need to have nosy reporters bothering you or your band every minute of every day. Plus, Jimmy is still building his career and doesn't just want to be known as your arm candy.

Speaking of his career, when he got to the point he could quit his old job and start his own enterprise, he asked you, your band, and a cat named Jerry if you want to come work for him. While you and Jerry were immediately on board, it took a bit of convincing for the rest of your band including having more creative control and freedom.

Their hesitance was born of how they've seen how Mr. Crystal can be cantankerous when not in front of his boss or any cameras, demanding perfection from everyone that worked under him. Literally barking orders or barking when someone gets a small thing wrong.

Yet, you assured your band, and your friends, how that's because of how his ex-boss expected a lot out of him and put a lot of workload on him. That and you're helping Jimmy manage that anger with some meditation and light exercise. Which has been working if you say so yourself. Jerry vouched that this is true.

While having some reservations, your bandmates eventually came around to working for Mr.Crysal's upcoming Crystal Entertainment.

A little over a year after "Taking Back Spring" switched agencies, Jimmy Crystal would pop another question to you. Right on your dating anniversary.

Playlist while writing this:

"Sway" by Michael Buble

"Higher" by Michael Buble

"Night Eyes" by the Orion Experience

"Can't help falling in Love" by Elvis Presley

"Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars

"Singing in the Rain" by Gene Kelly

"Take on Me" by A-Ha

"Knock Knock" by Lenka

"Sugar" by The Orion Experience

"Roll with Me" by The Orion Experience

"Perfect" by Ed Sheeran

"Love me Like you Do" by Ellie Goulding

[sonicasura]

Here is the more in-depth look at my Kn8/Persona 5 crossover! This goes into the group dynamics, how it would affect both canon series' respective events and obviously shenanigans! Now let's get started.

Kafka and Soshiro mainly stay with Ren throughout the events of Persona 5. I mean both technically raised the kid for like 15 years via shared dreams. Plus the young man can really use more people to directly talk to that aren't always busy.

They do check in on the rest of the Phantom Thieves from time to time. Like seriously, the group really needs more caring adults to talk about their problems. (Sojiro and the Persona shouldn't shoulder all the work.)

Kafka is the only one who feels like they(him/Soshiro) are REALLY over their heads here. I mean they are going into people's cognition that happens to have insane monsters roaming around to change their heart. Especially when any wrong move could shut down the target's mind.

Yet there's no other way they can tackle the situation. Plus Kafka has a feeling it can lead to the truth about their strange connection with Ren. Something he knows that Soshiro would agree on.

You can bet the Persona 5 villains are lucky both men are stuck in a phantom like form. The real Kamoshida would already been beaten to a pulp instead of his Shadow. Luckily this cognitive state has its advantages.

The biggest one being information gathering or even scout the Metaverse since neither are tied down to a schedule like the other thieves. Something which truly came in handy for situations like with Shiho(even if Ren got heavily chastised for leaving class despite saving his classmate's life.) Kafka and Soshiro are often referred to as 'Phantom Informants' from this.

Both men do have a respective codename while in the Metaverse. Kafka being dubbed 'Oni' for his demonic visage and equally monstrous strength. Soshiro took the title 'Masamune' which fits both his swordsmanship but also the dragon mask he wears to conceal his face.

Neither can use spells so they rely on items or unique abilities to fight Shadows. By using his shifting abilities, Kafka morphs his biology to wield Fire/ Ice/Wind/Lightning/Gun type attacks. Soshiro can equip different charms to his swords to add Curse/Bless/Nuclear/Psychic/Almighty element to his attacks.

The two men share an Arcana together: the Titan. A mysterious tarot which symbolizes strength through adversity or falling to one's own hubris and incompetence. The Titan Arcana grants Ren not only protection from his current Persona's weakness(like Arsène with Ice/Bless) but even harm enemies despite their resistances(Strong Against/Null/Drain).

Kafka and Soshiro are essentially two flavors of dads when it comes to the Phantom Thieves. The former being a kindhearted yet silly figure who isn't afraid to give the young teens a hug or advice if need be. Luckily they don't seem to mind when kaiju based terminology like 'whelp' and primal behavior such as nuzzling slips out. Even if Ryuji thinks he acts more cat than a kaiju.

Soshiro is the mischievous but observant parental figure. Very quick to spot one of the thieves having trouble with something and easing their stress via a joke or prank. Phantom Thievery stacked alongside everyday life would definitely overwhelm a normal person, let alone a high school teenager.

It ain't uncommon for the thieves and their Persona to ask both men questions about their world. Not everyone has to deal with actual kaiju wreaking havoc on an almost daily basis. There definitely was a loud 'WHAT' moment when Soshiro mentions he's the Vice Captain to an entire military division.

Same thing for Kafka upon telling Hoshina's captain is his childhood friend and how he got his powers. He is secretly relieved that they understood Tiny forced himself down his throat rather than the man willingly eating a small kaiju. Although Futaba is concerned about this bleeding through the obvious connection with Ren.

Something proven right when Kafka senses a kaiju in Ren's room and finds the youth in the middle of shifting. A biological response upon being somewhere safe to heal. Unlike Kafka, the Phantom Thief leader is a quite feral while in kaiju form.

It's more than just opting to use his horns, claws, and teeth instead of his knife. Ren has a tendency to walk on all fours alongside using his enhanced senses like smell to track down potential targets as he can sniff out desires. He isn't shy of roaring, growling, and purring either. The estimated fortitude level for Ren is 9.5.

Obviously due to their corporeal form outside the Metaverse, Kafka and Soshiro often get into discussions with the Persona. The most frequent being Arsène or Zorro since they are the closest(eventually Necronomicon once Futaba joins.) An almost surreal experience if the Persona didn't have a habit of gossiping, cheating at Tycoon *looks at Carmen/Arsène/Milady/Captain Kidd*, causing mischief and questioning whether both men are in a relationship together.

Shenanigans that continue despite the duo going back to their world. Kafka and Soshiro were obviously kept under a watchful eye once they had woken up. Moreso the former as his vitals were very suspicious while under observation during his 'coma'.

This soon leads to Kafka being barred from the Entrance Exam much to Mina's hidden dismay. Not forgetting that both men have to undergo some physical therapy before being released. Luckily they have help from Ren and Morgana to assist them. The Phantom Thieves unfortunately leave their mark in the KN8 world as well.

Although with less heart stealing and more kaiju related vigilantism. Sometimes these monsters get a little too close to comfort so Ren, Morgana, nor any visiting thief have issues defending themselves with their Persona. An activity which only increases when Kafka is barred from the Defense Force and goes for the vigilante route.

I have another idea that may or may not be used. Fragments of the Metaverse had fallen into the world as it had yet to heal from P5 Royal's events. These 'Meta Shards' have a tendency to lure kaiju and people oozing negative emotions to them.

If not handled soon, a pseudo maze like Palace called a Den will manifest. These places are areas where the Metaverse has leaked through causing Shadows to not only appear but make kaiju go berserk. Dens can't be seen by those who haven't interacted with the cognitive realm.

This unfortunately leads to innocent bystanders not only walking into one but the potential of their Shadow becoming the Ruler known as a Beast. A Den will continue to cause various problems until the Treasure inside is taken and the Beast is defeated. Thus the Phantom Thieves must make their debut in the KN8 world before things really get out of hand.

Whether I implement this bit or not doesn't change the fact the Defense Force is gonna get involved. Mysterious teenagers and a strange cat creature that can summon an unknown type of kaiju would already set off alarms. The Meta Shard stuff would just ramp it up.

Soshiro and Kafka will get involved in both Strikers alongside Tactica. Whether other KN8 cast members other than No.10 joins the action is a coin flip at best. I can say that Soshiro will operate a bit differently once he gets his kaiju 'partner'.

What do you guys think though?

@foolmariofest @driokrine

[madam-melon-meow]

Are you interested in a humanstuck/monsterstuck no sburb au? Do you slowburn Pepsicola and Vriskan? Does 300k+ words sound like heaven? Have i got a fic for you!

"Dave, are you alright?" Kanaya asked. He looked at her, snapping his finger-guns and smirking.

"You know me, I'll be cool as a cucumber. A little forest fire can't cramp my style." He flashed a glance towards John, who was still standing near Tavros, accepting a congratulations from Gamzee. "John might be a little rattled though."

"Worried John's sick bars will attract Gamzee's attention?" She teased, waggling her brows exaggeratedly. "I have to say, it was fascinating to watch the two of you get so passionate about the art form. Probably for the best you decided to battle via proxy, as the heat might have gotten a tad too intense if you and Gamzee had gone toe-to-toe once more."

"You should leave the matchmaking to your shipping friend," he responded, shaking his head. "Gamzee ain't my type. Too lanky, for one thing, what with all the shapeshifter noodling the dude likes to do. And, he makes me too squeamish. Makes it hard to get to know the guy." Hell yeah, played that off great.

Kanaya laughed knowingly. "I suppose you prefer your amorous targets to have a bit more substance to their form, hmmm?" She gestured loosely in John's direction, the motion unfocused. "A certain strapping young lad, a long-time friend to boot, seems to fit your specifications to a T."

Oh fuck. How did she know?!? He kept that shit on lock, he was absolutely certain of it. He couldn't risk letting his feelings slip. John still called Rose a homosexual, there was no way he'd ever be interested in him.

"Did Vriska feed you some hella illegal gossip from spying on my brain?" He blurted out, remembering the vampire's supposed powers, and the hells of non-platonic thoughts he'd had for John while crawling towards him on the Egbert's kitchen floor, which he'd done in full view of her. Stupid .

"I knew it ," Kanaya exclaimed triumphantly. "And no, Vriska hasn't said a thing. I used my sibling powers to ascertain the obvious, if I might be quite frank."

"Man, I liked it better when we were joking about me liking Gamzee," he muttered. "At least I'd have a chance if I was actually into the guy."

Get him to shapeshift into John, an intrusive thought stabbed into Dave's brain. He repressed it- coolly.

"What, you don't think you'd have a chance with John?" She asked, a little too loudly for a sober person. He winced, squirming at the question, not ready to lay it all bare and justify the mental hoops he'd been jumping through every time he thought about it. Especially not at a party full of people who probably had super-hearing.

"Kanaya, he doesn’t even know I’m bi, if we’re being real, I'm a double-edged sword and all- but I got a sheathe." he replied, exasperated. "I’m pretty sure he thinks Vriska is the coolest thing since ice pops- hell, you might have some competition if you aren't careful."

"Wha- competition?!? " She sputtered, her face flushing. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Now he had the upper hand. He snickered, rolling his eyes. "Sibling powers. Duh. You keep making moon eyes at her. Big ass fucking goo-goo-ga-ga-mommy-give-me-milky shit, but, y'know, blood instead of milk." He gestured at the vampire, who was chatting with the dudes rocking animal limbs. "She’s not so bad, aside from morally, if you're waiting for your big bro’s blessing."

Will Kanaya finally make a move? Read The Good, The Bad, and The Alternative to find out!

[withoutmonsterswebecomethem]

“Yeah, they are pretty good when they are roasted. Hah. Roasted!” He mumbled in a tired tone. Though, maybe he wasn't a hater of marshmallows. But it was most certainly not his go-to sweet. Listening to Benny, he slowly nodded along with the other's words, “Never?” Bryn asked then, squinting at the other, “Not even a dark chocolate coating? Just pure pumpkin-shaped marshmallow?” His throat felt tight for a moment. It sounded completely disgusting. A plain, average marshmallow, shaped like a pumpkin. Okay, possibly at that moment he really didn't like marshmallows, he didn't want to think about them. But, now his brain was on it. It was nagging him, about pumpkin marshmallows. Before a memory suddenly resurfaced. He was throwing a pumpkin-shaped marshmallow at one of his fellow orphans. But the memory was suddenly gone just like that, “I think they did make pumpkin-shaped marshmallows, once.” Bryn interjected, trying to get comfortable on the hay.

“Alright, this ain't Beauty and the Beast.” He jokes as he moves to lie down in a more comfortable position. Closing his eyes, he listened to the silence and then answered that came with his Jasmine question. A faint grin formed over his lips, “Ah. Must be a miserable search, Yeah?” Moving the hands together, slipping his fingers between one another, Bryn sighs a bit. He didn't know much about Benny, of course. So he didn't see why a Jasmine hadn't come along, but couldn't resist saying, “You gotta find someone who can trust you. Right? Isn't that how she gets on the carpet?” Turning his head a bit, Bryn looked over toward Benny, wondering how miserable such searches could be for those looking. He had no interest in such a parade. He had much rather been hunting unrealistic creatures in the local 'that place is haunted' places, or such. Turning his head back away, he glances up toward the sky. Feeling like a burden on other people really didn't push him to attach himself to other people, either.

Grinning to them, he shook his head, “Jasmine's? Huh? Can't say I have. But. What I have seen, is others that are nice to talk to.” Bryn toyed with his fingers over his stomach, then, continued to watch the sky as he did. He thought about how to describe who his character was, “I'm a fire demon. But, more than just that. When I was born, My mother, an Ice Demon, had me ripped from her arms, and her best friend, tossed me from off the side of a mountaintop. Which the Ice Demons lived upon. That had seen fire demons as a bane. With my mothers 'tear' I was taken in by thugs, who used my demonic powers against their adversaries. Then, one day. I discover I have a twin sister, and that she has been taken. I decide to leave the ice demons alive because they do not matter to me. To go find my twin sister. I find her, but, I do not tell her who I am, because of what she might think of me. Also, I fight in tournaments. My name is Hiei. I am from Yu Yu Hakusho. There, now you know who my costume is based on.” Laughing a little bit, he closed his eyes, not sure that there was much else he needed to say about his costume.

Benny chuckled. "How dare you say such things about marshmallows, they're the best," he drawled. "Also no, never, I'd never put chocolate on marshmallows. But..." he pointed a finger to the sky. "... pumpkin shaped orange marshmallows would be great." And he'd probably eat all of them, just to make a point. Though he usually got sick of marshmallows after a few, too much sugar. He plopped something from the plate into his mouth, no idea what it was, but it definitely had a lot of sugar.

"Be my guest," the drug dealer said, closing his eyes for a moment as he twisted his feet. Gravity was pretty nice. At the question about his Jasmine, Benny tried not to think about Mei. Of course he thought of Mei, damned alcohol coursing through his system. He ignored the urge to say anything about his wrecked love life and instead unearthed regular Benny-behaviour. He smirked. "Still looking for a Jasmine to go on a carpet ride with me," he joked. Though, in all honesty, he could use a some kind of Jasmine by the end of Halloween. He'd settle for any Jasmine.

"Seen any around?" he asked. He opened his eyes again and looked at Bryn. "Wish I could make a comment about your costume, but I have zero clue who you are."

[untoterxhund]

Name: lucienne Age: 26 Do you like to cuddle?: only if you're warm. Can we make-out?: mm, please?~ A night in or dinner out?: why not both? Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: strawberries. What makes you a good Valentine?: well, i'm cute, attentive, i like to spoil people, and once my attention is on someone, its fully on them~ Would you cook for me?: oh yes! i'm a great cook! Would you let me cook for you?: hmm, maybe. depends if we are at your place or mine.

Scarred forearms come to fold over his midsection, crimson hue glancing over the application through the lens of the glasses that rest gently between the dorsum and the tip of his nose, a slight tint of cherry-red burns the tip of his nose, also painting the tips of his ears. He initially put them out as a joke, a quick little 'haha, wouldn't it funny if someone actually sent one in?' kind-of joke, not actually expecting someone to step up with the document filled out and actually come to the office and approach him with said slip.

"Well-- guess it'd be rude t' not respond to it." Admittedly, she was definitely correct about being cute and honestly having someone genuinely like him and not bring harm would be a rather nice change for once. Truthfully, he just wasn't expecting anyone to step forth, catching him off guard, not to mention actually having it filled out and being a client he had some fruitful interactions with before.

"--So," The coyote takes a moment to clear his throat. "Where'd y' want to go for a date? I ain't exactly strapped fer' cash, given my profession n' all but we can also do somethin' more simple an' easy if y' want. One condition though, if we do end up goin' out somewhere, can it be dimly lit? Most places nowadays end up givin' me a headache n' the amount of people make my anxiety all jumpy n' shit."

[manga-and-stuff]

Annual winter safety reminder

As it becomes winter once again, I would like to remind my followers that anti slip shoe spikes, aka ice cleats or crampons, exist:

More info and options for mobility aids under "Keep reading"

The prices for these mostly range from $5 to around $20, and they're usually made of rubber, so you can fold them up and store them in your pocket or a bag when you don't need them. They can be used with most shoes, just get the correct shoe size, they won't work if they're too short or long for your shoes.

Personally, I've been using the ones with the yellow nubs for a couple of years now, and I can't remember the last time I worried about slipping.

Options for heels do exist, even if heels might not be the best option as far as winter footwear goes, but you do you.

Keep in mind:

Different kinds of spikes work best for different kinds of environments. For example, the low profile yellow nub spikes work great for the city where it's mostly thin ice and not very deep snow. They don't work that well in deep snow.

Also, these spikes are not suited for indoor use. THEY WILL BECOME A SLIPPING HAZARD WHEN USED ON TILE OR MARBLE FLOORS, and they can damage wooden floors. It also goes without saying that these will get wet and dirty, so remember to bring a plastic bag or something.

Mobility Aids:

There are also attachments for mobility aids such as canes or walkers, as pointed out by @spectral-cervid in the original version of this post. You can find these by searching for "cane ice tip" and they cost around $10.

The only option I could find for wheelchairs are these ski things, no idea how well they work tho:

Slipping on ice or snow ain't no joke, just look through the replies if you don't believe me.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

¦¦ 14. Lovebites ¦¦

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Michael Kinsella x female reader

Warnings: biting! Cunnilingus, fingering, sexy sex, possessiveness, some fluff!

Author’s note: I don't know why, he just strikes me as the possessive type. It's always the quiet ones...

You close the door as quietly as you can when you return home earlier than you expected from a night out in the town. It was just a few drinks with the girls, but some rowdy lads in the last pub had started trying to talk to you despite you all trying your utmost to ignore their unwelcome creepy flirty advances.

They were all full of liquid confidence, letching and leering over you, one of them in particular getting far too close and handsy with you no matter how many times you said no and moved away. Finally, it got to be too much and you ended up smashing the fella in the face with your fist, earning a cheer from the rest of the pub but also leaving you with bruised knuckles.

You were just going to come home, sneak into bed and worry about explaining it to Michael in the morning.

But no such luck…

"Hey love, you're home early. Did ya have a good night?" He asks, reaching for you.

You quickly and subtly slip your arms around his neck so he doesn't see the evidence of the night's drama.

"Aye it was alright, just a bit tired y'know. Thought you'd be late over at Jimmy's as well?"

"Ach he was bein' an arse and I'd had enough so…" he kisses you softly, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. "besides, means an early night for us both, pet? Can't say I'm upset about it." 

He smiles warmly and you let him lead you to your bedroom. You're kind of glad he was at home when you got back, after the night you had you really could use something to take your mind off it, and you always felt safe with Michael.

He backs you up to the edge of the mattress, soft lips and the brush of his beard on your cheek and neck making you giggle as you flump down on the bed. You push up the hem of his shirt and he takes your hint, peeling it off so you can appreciate his well-muscled physique. You forget yourself as your hands automatically move to touch, and he grabs them, noticing the redness on your right hand. You flinch at the fresh pain and his eyes bore into yours.

"What happened?"

You shook your head, "it's nothin' Mikey, don't worry." 

Of course he's not convinced. His brow furrows even deeper. "Someone hurt ya darlin'? C'mon an tell me now."

"No it's alright, it's sorted. Just some lads were annoyin' me an the girls. They wouldn't take the bloody hint so I punched one of em." 

"Fuckin' hell love! Is that right?" He brings your hands up to his lips and kisses your sore knuckles.

You nod and smirk, pleased you were able to stand up for yourself and that Michael was obviously proud of you for doing so.

"Let me get some ice for ya…"

You shake your head and stop him. "No s'alright, just a bit achy is all."

"So I don't need t'kill any of these fuckers then?" He jokes, but you know he would in a heartbeat. You pull him close again, your hands smoothing over his chest to try calm down the protective and possessive urge that you knew had been struck up within him. It never took much to get him riled when you were concerned.

"No it's alright baby, just need you, here. Now."

"Yeah, can do that…" He swiftly aids you in removing your clothes, his hungry mouth tasting every bare bit of skin as it's revealed, laying you down on the bed and roaming over and claiming every inch of you. A yelp turns into a moan as he sucks a bruising mark into the skin of your neck.

"Mikey!" 

"You're mine, alright? Need you to know that love," you gasp as he moves down, his eyes darker now, his fingers grabbing and pressing into your soft flesh. "All of you, fuckin' mine." he growls, nipping your collarbone and leaving a mark there too. "S'only me that gets to touch ya, only me that gets to mark ya up… ain't it pet?"

Your breaths are shallow now, whimpers of agreement woven through them as Michael leaves his literal mark on you, working on letting everyone know exactly who you belong to. 

"Yeah," you moan as he's between your bare legs biting into the soft sensitive flesh there. He rakes his nails with just the right amount of pressure over your outer thigh as his mouth sucks and licks leaving a path of purpling blotches leading towards your cunt. He holds you down with a quiet strength that has you aching for him. Before you're able to beg for more he's sucking your clit between his soft full lips making you buck your hips up towards his face with high wavering whimpers. His fingers breach your dripping entrance and he looks up to watch your face contort in needy bliss as he starts pumping them in and out of you. 

"Michael, fuck, I want you. Need you."

He hums and crooks his fingers a little, rubbing over the spot that makes you gasp, makes you wetter, makes you lose control.

"Yeah? Wan me to fuck ya, love?" His voice is raw and dark with desire. "Are ye wantin' m'cock stuffed in that pretty, wet cunt?"

"Yes, oh god Mikey please!" you plead, whining as he withdraws from where you need him most. Your hands curl around the back of his neck as he moves up your body, he grips his cock, smacking the head against your clit a few times and leaning down to suck another harsh vivid mark on the other side of your neck. The room fills with your shared moans as he sinks into you, and you wrap your legs around him as he thrusts hard and deep.

You'll proudly wear the evidence of his ownership if you get to feel like this, but despite the possessive bites and words he's not just fucking you senseless. It's passionate, ensuring that you know just how much he fucking loves you, showing you with every touch, kiss, and the way he moves within you. When you come he's watching you, awestruck, doing everything he can to prolong your high before he follows, marking you up from the inside. 

Afterwards, you close your eyes, smiling softly as he kisses so tenderly over every single mark he's left on the canvas of your body. 

[walkeddeath]

they take it as a good sign that he's joking around but stay hawk eyed for any sign of him trying to brush off how bad he feels. gen isn't afraid to and will use force to keep him down if necessary, sit on him if they must. it's a little over the top but it's also buck, she knows how he can get.

his request brings her out of worry mode, pout forming and an exaggerated sigh escaping. "y'got the science to back that up? 'cause i think you just wanna use me as an ice pack." she's already settled on the couch and placing her hands on his face by the time the accusation is made, pout melting into a warm smile only after kissing his forehead.

"but like, it'd be just cruel t'deny you a hug, if like, that was somethin' i could even do." she slips her arms under the blanket, wraps them around him, head resting in his shoulder. " ––– it workin'? cause i can stay here until it does. ain't got anywhere else i'd rather be."

he feels worse and better after waking up , head full of cotton and there's a ringing in his ears that he hopes doesn't mean infection . but he has more energy , even if buck knows it won't last forever . he rolls over on the couch , pulling the blanket closer to himself . buck lets out a small hum , throwing gen a crooked smile . "i'll never let you go," he mumbles , words mostly muffled by the blanket .

part of him wants to get up and help , the urge is in him . and had it been anyone else buck would have shuffled up and try to make himself useful . but there's something about the trust , about it being gen that buck knows she won't hold it over him . won't poke fun or berate him . he reaches a hand out through the blanket grabbing the water from them , pressing the coldness to his flushed face . "you know what would make me feel better?" buck asks in a rough voice, "a hug . i heard hugs cure everything."

[loneworldgazer]

itching hands

pairings: bonten x chubby!reader

a/n: this was supposed be for december but i'm impatient🕴

warnings: suggestive, bonten

life with bonten series

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these men will bark at you if you ever had the time to be insecure about yourself

hold on tight to your seat cause i'm sure these executives won't let you

especially these easter egg mfs, you never know what's in each of these peoples' minds

sanzu

he lets a lot of things slip from his mind and specially his comments about you

he ranges from thirsty to intense staring at any part of your body where if i say so, it's gonna be a lot more pg

eventhough he's weirdly obsessive of how you look, he means good! it's just that his lameo ass can't say or spell it out to you without sounding like a pervert

he enters your apartment in search of any of the haitani brothers to pick up their report on the last mission and maybe you so he could easily find the two since they always muted their phones when busy.

at first, he wanted to reward himself with a little something since he did a little running around here and there, why not look into your fridge? he slowly opened it because of instinct and almost fell on his knees when he saw sweet cakes topped with icing. he reached out to it as if it's begging for him to just eat it up and he drooled with how soft it looked but a grab to his wrist startled him when he looked at the person in alarm, a quirk of your eyebrows immediately lead him to explain what he's here for.

"uh searching for haitani- by the way can i eat that-" you wiped his drool that ran down his chin with a tissue hastily, in full exaggeration the bright pink haired man is an absolute sweet tooth. he finally let his eyes set on you and he looked comedic with his wide eyes when he looked down at your soft thighs in the comfy shorts you wore.

you ignored his staring and sighed, pointing to the label of the sweet cake which had rindou's name on it but you changed your mind due to said man pouting and took out the cake and peeled off the label, offering to sanzu who drooled again but he doesn't know what's his drooling for anymore (rindou can always order another cake anyways). you closed the fridge and stretched, moving into the living room to lay on the sofa.

he felt content with his dessert, all he needed was a place to sit and he just felt that the perfect place was between, between, man he couldn't help it but stare at plushiness of your thighs. he wanted to bite it.

"can i lay myself between your thighs?"

a silent staring contest was held maybe, if people were to walk in at the moment but with a smirk you patted yourself.

"go ahead darling"

after a while

"y/n did you ate my cake!?" rindou gruffly yelled out and he didn't know what did he just walked into, you brushing and massaging sanzu's head while he hums and kisses up your thighs with the empty plate near his feet and rindou massaged his temples to not drag the male between your thighs into a body bag.

but he failed so sorry sanzu.

ran walked in with an amused stare when sanzu haven't noticed them yet and y/n laughed to rindou who was starting to march up to sanzu to grab both his ankles.

ran lazily stumbled to the sofa with his legs spread while watching whatever the hell the two were doing when sanzu finally woke up from his fantasies, fly high sanzu🕊🕊

ran leaned in to whisper to you when you secretly recorded the fight, asking why you finally offered sanzu a place to lay when you didn't let him lay between when he asked you so many times. you looked over at him with your mischevious eyes and he knows damn well he needs to do more than just asking.

extra!!:

"WAAAHH Y/N THEY BULLIED ME !!" you don't if sanzu's faking his loud crying or not with tears begin to slip past his cheek when he pointed at the haitanis and rindou had no shame in admitting what he done when his older brother blinked in confusion.

you tried to hold in any chortles or laughter coming out because the pink boy had his worst when rindou bent his leg over his head while muttering how he should've killed sanzu from day one. you held out your arms and he immediately flopped you to the coach when he pushed and smothered into your scent.

the haitanis still don't why you adore that crazed man baby who likes killing people and making them confess their crimes, you said you found it really annoyingly cute that's why you had haru in your arms who nibbled on you like a baby.

just hope that the treatment with haru doesn't go on and on and you actually do something about it instead of kissing his tears away and cuddled with him.

kakucho

he feels disrespectful to how much staring he does to you on a daily basis

the way you walk, your hips popping and the curve of your hip dips makes him go crazy

he wonders if he could just hold onto your waist or just touch onto your hips, he might faint touching the roughness of your stretch marks as if he's been blessed by pure heaven

he's obsessed with how you present yourself to the others

if only he was a little more bolder, he could admire it closer if he just asked (?)

"have you taken an interest in y/n, kaku?" ran's eyes glanced at kakucho's hard staring at your crossed legs and he stopped, scoffing at ran's word but the older haitani had a plan up his sleeves.

y/n sat nearby kokonoi's table doing their own thing, looking like a sweet thing that had kakucho's glued on them that ran couldn't help pointing it out and it didn't help kakucho's poor heart when mikey suddenly interrupted the conversation.

"kakucho, please assist y/n on where's they want to go at the moment" it made kakucho perk up, startled by the sudden job of bodyguard and he looked back at ran who winked at him. no no no this isn't what he wanted, what was he planning?

it's annoying on how this puppy crush of his grew even more worse, your whole personality draws him towards you, making him feel like a kid again because of how nonchalant you are with him. he felt laidback being with you is like the calm after a storm with his work and shenanigans in bonten.

he watched from a distance when you looked over the things on your list, kakucho also gathered some of the things you wanted into a little basket and cancelling some out so you didn't have to get them anymore and you thanked him with your pretty smile.

he scanned the area around him and held himself back from punching when this one creepo think they're being sleak with how they kept eyeing you, kakucho either think he was a pick pocket or a flirt but he kept a good metres away from him to see what he was doing but he was ready to turn towards you if they got any closer.

you turned towards kakucho, waving your hand to come to you and he immediately went, feeling more pissed off towards the person creeping in on you slowly but he felt your rough palm on the skin of his wrist wrapping it around your waist. he unconsciously squeezed around you, pulling you close as he shot a nasty glare towards the person who backed off, seeing the intense look from the half blind which they didn't dare messing with.

you both walk away, heading towards the counter as you laughed behind the palm of you hand; still in position of kakucho tightly holding onto your waist where he panicked when he realized how hard he's latching onto you.

"hah~ you're so-"

still choking on your laughter, he akwardly shuffles to the side in embarassment and it added more fuel to the fire when he remembered how he held your waist and he excused himself before combusting in front of you and went away for a few seconds.

you have to say but you gotta thank ran for this plan, even if the creepo appeared out of nowhere, atleast you got to see how bonten nunber 3 reacts to his dream coming true~

kokonoi

he mostly admires you in silence and gets distracted if he ever talks to somebody

just his eyes trailing down every curve on your body and just daydreams about them (as in like cuddling pls)

the other executives would notice how his eyes are always on you in every meeting youre in and would tease him about it when you leave the room like ran would comment 'so thats where your head was this whole time hm?'

kokonoi love your pictures, he feels creepy stalking your pictures but he can't help but gush into the palm of his hand of your stunning you look, you make him faint whenever you had suprise pictures of you in dresses and he feel like his whole body is on fire.

ran taps the head of his pen to the temple of kokonoi's head and he slams his phone down and put on a poker face, it faltering when he clenched his teeth already knowing what's coming. ran sneered to how much of a simp he was and flicked the back of his head, pointing towards the door of his office; telling him any moment you're gonna come by and koko swats his hand away, knowing the haitani was just teasing him but his eyes nearly bulged out when you actually swung by.

all sleepy and dreamy like, his heart getting squeezed and the older haitani patting you towards koko who unexpectantly had you in your lap, your weight tapping him out of his daydreams as you hugged him tighter.

"my my, tired baby ain't ya?" he put on his proper poker face he got from the back of his desk, trying not to falter when you sleepily ranted on how work was terribly tiring and he patted your back shakily, not wanting to push you off due to extreme nervousness. he joked with you telling that he could just pay you easily if you work under him and you pushed his chest with your head bonk .

"ywou drhon just-mphm-hrmm" him heating up to how close with you works because he was the best heat warmer you could ask for, he felt bad for moving you to the coach but he just needed a comfortable position for you sleep in because you sitting on him? naaah, he's a puddle by the end of it.

the urge to take a picture was really strong so he took out his phone and angle his phone down to catch your drool slipping out of you and smiled feverishly to how dorky you looked.

koko felt like he could fuck up more of his feelings staring at your sleeping face, he rubbed his finger on your fat cheek you smooshed onto the coach and shifted a little in your sleep to adjust the blanket more closer to you. koko's touches were hesitant, didn't want to be a pervert when all he did was touch your soft cheek.

he wanted to just hold you close to his chest and have you against him but his prickling anxiety said otherwise, his awful thoughts and stubborness entertaining the shit out of him. you nearly give him a heart attack when one of your eyes open when he wanted to take his second picture and you latched onto his wrist. koko squawked and you couldn't help but burst out in guffaws to how panicked he looked when you caught him.

if anyone saw this scene, koko surely would die of embarassment and he'll dig his grave himself but unfortunely he will eventually when the blinking red of somebody's recording was capturing every moment of it.

haitani brothers

the duo who makes you nervous with their hard stares on you

these two are also pretty touchy so it's dangerous when they're handsy with one of your body parts

rindou are obsessed with your chubbiness, poking it just to see his finger bounce back; comedically

he loves being close with you because you're so squishy??? the type of guy who plays with your squishiness like you're a stress toy and holds himself back from biting

you're the greatest fridge or heat bag on the off days he haves, just wrapped up in blankets and you makes him sleep like a baby

as discussed earlier, ran wants to his head between your thighs; don't be suprised when one day he felt like he should get killed by them and you reject his acceptance towards death

he's a leg man and likes sleeping on your lap or kissing them or he just does anything with them (if you don't mind)

you just gotta remember these two are menaces right next to sanzu cause they'll bother you about it like forever if they can

after seeing the endless babying of sanzu, rindou turns to his brother who was lost in his thoughts and tapped his shoulder with the back of his hand. he lifted his eybrow, needing a response to how quiet he became and ran gave him a sly smile.

"you look at y/n like you wanna eat them up" ran shrugged, placing his elbow on rindou's shoulder as he slipped a comment on how he can eat y/n in other ways while rindou scrunched up in disgust. sanzu then emerged right next to rindou, telling them to give their report; damn well distracted when you started brushing and massaging his head a few moments ago.

rindou pointed towards the window, telling sanzu to fetch the files in his car while 'lightly' threatening him to buy another cake for him and the pink haired boy waved him off as if his threatening didn't give him flashbacks to how rindou almost squeezed his organs out of his ribcage when he looked at the empty plate.

when sanzu disappeared out of the house, rindou pulled you by the waist and onto his lap. squeezing your fat and kissing up your neck, he grazed a sweet spot but you swatted him telling him what's gotten into him. ran lay his head on your lap and looked like a satisfied brat when you look back at him then his brother all confused like.

rindou couldn't spare anymore time so he whispered in your ear, telling how much of a nuisance his older brother was and pleaded you to let him do what he wished to do. ran quirked his eyebrows, leaning up to kiss you while you teased him more by placing a finger on his lips.

"using your brother as a way to get me to do your thing instead of asking me in the nicest way? how cruel haitani, don't you know how torturous it is for your brother to put up with you?"

he smirks, knowing how much of a tease you were and feigned his sigh. rindou clamped his hands over this ears to not hear whatever the hell is this and tilted his head comfortably on your neck.

you shifted off rindou's lap, letting the man going after your sweet self place his head on your tummy as he happily shifts himself to a tiny nap to wait for sanzu to get back from whatever he got himself into because they could hear him shouting at the phone when he was unlocking the car door.

you looked over at rindou and placed a finger on your lips, smiling with your eyes closed when you don't want to disturb his sleeping brother in bliss.

ran just doesn't need to know rindou had his many turns sleeping with you this week compared to him~

mikey

he likes sleeping on you, his titled pillow he seeks for at the end of the day

he usually goes to you whenever he has a hard time sleeping and you try your best to advice him on how he should take care od his eyebags and weak body

he likes listening to your whispering before he goes to sleep so he asks you to talk more (command maybe)

"mikey..?"

"mph?"

"please i need to get up"

he uses your entire body as a pillow to swing his leg over ._. . from the very start, he makes you worried that you might've done or said something wrong to him but his thoughts were completely filled with how he can melt into you and be a handy pillow for him if he can't sleep easily.

to break the ice of what he thinks of you, you hummed quietly and awfully close to him on why he was staring at you but he completley dodges the question, rather he wants to show you why he's staring so he asks if he can touch you. he was uo close and personal on the first into with you but he didn't have bad intentions.. because afterwards you were legit cradling him.

sanzu was raising his eyebrows teasingly when their boss was sound asleep on your shoulder and you run your hands to his hair while glaring at sanzu to not make any noise. kakucho tried putting a straight face on but it's complelety leaving him when he heard his boss sleep talk.

he was babbling nonsense to you which you tried to reply to him but his mouth was jammed shut because there was some point where he got mad at you for not replying and sanzu was rolling on the floor and kakucho had to walk out to laugh with sanzu, dragging the pink hair out of the office. you cooed at him to relax instead of thrashing back and forth and he stopped, planting his face into your neck which makes you feel really tickled.

you're just grateful he's getting some sleep and you kissed him good night and a faint smile shows up on his face when you hugged him tight.

(and the other executives in the other room cracking up about mikey and you NSBJSBD)

akashi

he likes carrying you, stealing you away from the other executive when they're disturbing you

you can't feel insecure with this man because he was the dirtiest way with his words that he whispers to you that can turn any guy or girl red

he'll surely gouge out any prying eyes that mock or stare at you for too long

"why cat got your tongue?" your mouth agape when he was busy doing pushups on the mat and his back muscles flex even more when you came by, the smirk on his face didn't help making you flustered while you sat near him. panicking on the inside, he stopped for a water break and sat next to you.

you prayed to not shake so visibly becaue this hot ass man right now makes you lose all sense of human nature with how big he was, he placed his bottle down and shifted closer to you. bending down a little to arch his back to crack a little, he said he needed you on his back for his pushups. he can easily see the confusion you had on your face and he chuckled, getting up to begin and he usher you to start climbing on his back.

"cmonnn~ i'm strong, you're afraid i'll drop you?"

this man wanted a death wish but you think you'll die first because of how much of a tease he was, his back was kinda comfortable so you tugged on him like a koala, he called you needy and he says he's right you'll enjoy it. enjoy what exactly? too scared to ask this man because of the potential of a heart attack.

it becomes a daily thing to be honest, just having you on his back to flex off his strength that you were impressed that he didn't break and kept his composure. he held you close or carries you on his back cause he wants to, running away from the others who were fighting over you.he was a dangerous man because he could easily take your breath away with how secretive he is.

heck, i think he just did.

tag tag: @lucylicious , @turksueme , @haruchyio , @fyotituti , @coconois , @gyros-cum-sock , @ashrakat-lovesbaji , @dragon-chica

[xi-writes]

Title— Coincidental

Prompt— "Do Yandere Grusha" They were joking. I was not.

Safety— NSFW in a Violent way

Additional Tags— Yandere, it's fucked up what else do I say? You're here for a reason ain't ya?

1. Ever since your first meeting when you melted right through his ice types, you had unknowingly burned a deep hole through the frost covering his heart as well. Never one for photo's or overly close contact, Grusha treasured the one photo he managed to take with you. Not thinking much of it at the time while his feelings were new his obsession ever so slowly grew the more he saw you, the more you kept coming back for battles and to see him for any and every reason. The more ice melted away; faster and faster until it was too late for you to stop it...

2. Although being perfectly capable of conflict, powerful both with his pokemon and his hands having an iron grip tainted by the harshness of the mountains cruel grasp. At first Grusha settled for a silent withdrawn approach to making you stay with him for longer every visit, even going so far as to train his pokemon for the occasion.

3. At first it was small things you hadn't caught on too; a sudden snowstorm no one could have predicted locked you inside his gym with him and only him leaving you two talking for several hours, unavoidable errands you ended up helping with having you walking by his side for longer then you planned to stay to begin with, his pokemon had grown friendly for you outside of his original plans and he made sure to use that to its absolute fullest the excuse of having them happy and lonely without your company preying on your soft spot for pokemon and making you stay close that way was an unexpected but welcome addition to his plans.

4. The first time he ever did something in danger of being exposed had been the first but not last time his emotions lit with the fire of a hatred brewing within him ever since your first encounter. Your rivals unlucky appearance struck a cord within his already heated heart, Nemona disrupted your after battle chats with him for a fight of her own as she usually did when you two crossed paths. Strangely since that day however Nemona had never bothered you again for a fight and refused to join you at all when travelling to see Grusha again, cautiously chalking it up to friendly jealousy you never pressed on the matter... Completely unknown to the sweet friend you made lashing out in ways you had never known he was capapble of, behind closed doors the cold wintered heart shone through once again in harsher storms then ever before.

5. It had been this way for several months, Grusha silently constructing coincidences behind your back; slowly growing more confident and vicious in taking down anyone who dared to speak up for his wrong doings or get in his way. The first time Grusha ever slipped up on his act had been your unpredictable u-turn having forgotten something in his gyms lobby you had walked back inside to witness what you immediately thought was the very reason Grusha gained his ice cold title. Caught in a one handed choke hold held above the ground dangling helplessly in the air from just one hand the trainer in his grasp barely being able to cry let alone much of anything else, you quickly realised the person Grusha was all but strangling had been the one eyeing you suspiciously for a few hours now... Hesitantly, Grusha let him go when you called his name, quick to notice his mistake he switched back immediately to the soft loving person you knew. Managing to think up a quick reply to satisfy your curiosity. Would you truly believe he was "Protecting you from being hurt"? or perhaps, that bitter shiver inducing shine in Grusha's usually soft eyes had more meaning then you could ever be prepared for.

[anapotatowriter]

Hello! Can I request a songfic for Edmund Pevensie x reader inspired from the song "It Ain't Me", it'll be take place in modern au also angst :> thanks

It ain't me

Edmund Pevensie x Reader

A/N: Hey sweetheart! I hope you like this fic! I loved writing it, the song was so nice to listen to and literally gave so much nostalgia- As usual, if you want anything changed, feel free!

ALSO PEOPLE, SEND TUA FIC REQUESTS-

Summary: Y/N reminisces her time with her past lover. This is a songfic.

Warnings: Alcoholism, a teensy bit of swearing, a bit of angst? But a sort of bittersweet ending.

Requested: Yesssss~

I had a dream 

We were sipping whiskey neat 

Highest floor, The Bowery 

Nowhere's high enough 

“Ed, where are you taking me?” I giggled, unable to see through the blindfold he had put on my eyes. “Stairs,” replied the boy simply, warning me beforehand. “Just tell me, Eddie,” I whined, dragging out the last syllable. “What’s the point of the surprise then, love?” he asked rhetorically as he slowly guided me up several flights of stairs. “Are you planning to murder me? Cause honestly, I would rather die because of a stab wound,” I joked, a deep chuckle coming from behind me as we reached the last of the stairs. “And, tada!” he exclaimed, untying the blindfold. I gasped as I looked around the highest floor of The Bowery, one of the only alcohol stores in our small town. “I rented the whole floor,” he explained as he sat on the end of the floor, his feet dangling off of the building in between the gaps of the railings. I slid down beside him, leaning my head against his shoulder. “So, I brought you the best whiskey I have ever had,” said the boy, holding up a bottle wrapped with f/c ribbons, a rose trapped between the strings. “Oh please, you only started drinking alcohol 4 months ago,” I said, rolling my eyes and nudging him with my elbow. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured out a little bit of whiskey in two glasses, omitting the ice that I had seen relatives put. I sipped at the liquid and immediately choked, coughing at the bitter taste. Edmund laughed at my facial expression, making me pout. “Oh come on Y/N, it’s not every day a girl turns 18! Drink up,” he smiled, finishing the remains of the whiskey. I closed my nose and chugged down the burning liquor, slamming the glass down next to me. “Believe me, Y/N, it’s all going to go up from here. We’re both going to Oxford! Nowhere is high enough for the two of us,” he sighed, placing a kiss on my head, as I burrowed my face into the sleeves of his hoodie.

I gasped, sitting up in bed at the forgotten memory, tears having seeped down my face during the night. My pillow was stained from the tears of the tragic past, and water lay in my waterline and blurred my vision. I gulped harshly as I placed my hand over my pounding heart, trying to forget the memory. I glanced forlornly at the empty side where my lover used to sleep. I choked out a sob as I buried my face into my pillow again, sobs wracking through my body till early in the morning.

Somewhere along the lines 

We stopped seeing eye to eye 

You were staying out all night 

And I had enough 

I glanced at the clock next to me, only to see that it was Saturday. With no distraction from my pain and no energy to do the seemingly infinite number of chores, I continued to lie in bed as I recounted the memories that I had forced away from my thoughts. Tears slipped slowly down my face as memories from two years ago haunted me. 

“YOU ARE ALWAYS DOING THIS EDMUND!” I had yelled that fateful night, in the kitchen of my old hom- house. “SORRY IF I WANT A FUCKING BREAK AFTER WORKING MY ASS OFF SO THAT WE CAN AFFORD THIS PLACE,” he yelled back, prodding his finger in my direction, his face red. “MAYBE IF YOU STOPPED WASTING MONEY BUYING ALL THIS TRASH, YOU WOULD HAVE MORE TIME TO SPEND WITH ME, YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!” I screeched, pointing at the alcohol bottles. “YOU ARE STAYING OUT ALL NIGHT EDMUND, IT SEEMS LIKE YOU’RE A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSON,” I continued, the clock ticking to 4 in the morning. “YOU’RE SO BLOODY ANNOYING, Y/N! ARE YOU FUCKING INSECURE OR SOMETHING? MAYBE IT’S TIME YOU REALISED THAT I DON’T WANT TO BE SEEN WITH THE LIKES OF YOU!” he yelled, regret flashing through his eyes as soon as he said those words. Tears welled in my eyes, blurring the guilt-ridden face of the boy in front of me, his dark brown hair the only visible feature under the yellow lights of the kitchen as the tears escaped my eyes. Edmund tried to reach for my wrist but I pulled my body away from him, making him flinch a little at the cold reaction. “I’ve had enough,” I croaked, walking away from the boy to our room and locking the door as he pleaded apologies.

I snapped out of the daydream, glancing at the clock which showed that it was now nine in the morning. My heart hurt from his last words, making me feel like I couldn’t breathe. I rubbed my eyes, the tears leaving a salty mess on my face. I forced myself to get up, stumbling slightly on the way to the bathroom through the haze of tears. I started the flow of hot water in the shower and stood under it as the steam from the water-filled the room, fogging up the mirror. My mind shut down as I stood under the steady stream of water that relaxed my muscles.

Who's gonna walk you 

Through the dark side of the morning? 

Who's gonna rock you 

When the sun won't let you sleep? 

Who's waking up to drive you home 

When you're drunk and all alone? 

Who's gonna walk you 

Through the dark side of the morning? 

“Please pick me up Y/N/N,” slurred Edmund’s voice through the line, making me sigh and immediately pick up my car keys to pick up the drunk boy. “Edmund, this isn’t good for you,” I sighed as we drove back from the pub, Edmund slouched over in his seat, his suit wrinkled and hair messy. “Work is so exhausting, baby,” he sighed, ignoring my words. “I miss college,” he said, leaning his head back as he thought about our time two years ago at Oxford University. “Edmund, please stop drinking so much. Talk to me instead,” I interrupted his ramble about the past, making his brown eyes well up with innocent tears. “Are you mad at me?” he asked as I parked the car and undid his seatbelt, helping him out of the seat to our apartment. “I could never be mad at you, sweetheart,” I assured, kissing his forehead before opening the front door of our home. “Please don’t leave, I don’t want the nightmares,” muttered the boy when I tried leaving him on the bed to crash on the couch. I considered for a short moment before climbing in beside him, cradling his head and rocking him gently as he drifted into a seemingly peaceful sleep.

Suddenly, I snapped out of the daydream when cold water started hitting my body instead of hot water. I switched off the shower and climbed out, wrapping the towel tightly around my body, and opening the bathroom door. As the steam slowly escaped from the bathroom, I lay down on the bed again, my legs dangling off the edge as I thought about us when we were younger. 

I had a dream 

We were back to seventeen 

Summer nights and The Libertines 

Never growing up 

I was doing homework at my desk when “Don’t look back into the sun” started playing from outside my window. I dropped the pen that I had been spinning between my fingers and stood up from my study table. I glanced out of the window to see Edmund standing there with a sign in his hand that said, “PROM?” I pulled the window up, the hot summer air of the night hitting my skin as I yelled, “YES!” He grinned and threw his hands up in celebration making me giggle softly as the song by the Libertines continued to play. 

I got up from my bed and slipped on a hoodie and tights in place of the towel wrapped around me, back to my 27-year-old self 10 years later. I hummed the familiar song softly before picking up my phone and opening Spotify. The song by the Libertines drifted through the room, making me smile despite the bittersweet memories. 

Who's gonna walk you 

Through the dark side of the morning? 

Who's gonna rock you 

When the sun won't let you sleep? 

Who's waking up to drive you home 

When you're drunk and all alone? 

Who's gonna walk you 

Through the dark side of the morning? 

It ain't me 

I snooped through the messages Edmund had sent to me over the years. Sweet messages of, “I’ll be home in five minutes, sweetheart,” slowly changed to, “Not coming home today, don’t wait.” As I reached the end of the chat, a voicemail that I had been too hesitant to open came up. I played the message, tears immediately springing to my eyes at the familiar British accent, the husky undertones bringing about a sense of closure, sewing old wounds closed. “I am so sorry Y/N. I need you. Who is going to take care of me when I’m drunk, or when I can’t sleep,” his voice said through the speakers of my phone. “It ain’t me,” I said softly to myself, a parting with the sweet boy I had known, who was now lost from everywhere except the stained memories I held. 

[switchbladedreamz]

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Gonna say Sy's first name is gonna be Lucas/Luke

Captain Syverson x Fem!reader, fluuuuuuuffff

I'm from Oklahoma, and this is how we talk, and it's how Texans talk. I see authors trying their best to capture the southern vernacular and I applaud you- y'all're welcome to use this as a guide.

Apostrophes and italics: 'hnnngh' is thoughts. Regular dialogue uses the usual quotations " "

Spoiler: reader nor Sy like children.

Summary : Sy and reader served together, she enlisted bc she was kicked out of her home. When for the first time in four years she's off duty, she asks her captain if he knows somewhere she can stay since until she finds one in her own state, she doesn't wanna stay in Texas for too long. She's an Oklahoman, and as every Okie will tell ya for no reason Texas is stupid.

A/N: we are born with a slight hatred of Texas in our blood for some reason.

Homelessness among Veterans isn't something to joke about, if you would like to help go to www.woundedwarriorproject.org/veterans/charity

***I, the author, do not consent to stealing, plagiarism, or posting any of my work anywhere unless done so by myself***

Luke woke with a grunt as he heard his bedroom door open and a voice cooing to him. "Hey sleepyhead, I made your bean soup, please wake up". Rubbing the sleep and sandman trails put of his eyes- he rolled over looking at the owner of said voice. "The fuck is bean soup?" The baritone of his voice lower due to sleep, "bean soup?" He grumbled in a whisper.

"Coffee. Up. Please. I'm bored.". He smiled and finally sat up. He caught the way his friend was trying to secretly look at his torso. So he decided to stretch his arms above him and lean back at the same time, a yawn escaping. 'Damn that felt good' he thought to himself but when his eyes opened she was gone, though he could hear her piddlin around in the kitchen. He slipped a shirt and some shorts on to meander his way to the kitchen. "Mmh. Bacon, thank you but you don't have to cook (Y/n)". She looked up at him with the most genuine emotion in her eyes.

"I really wanna thank you sir. If it wasn't for you offering your place, I'd probably end up being another statistic." His heart clenched, he could see her fighting back tears as she flipped the bacon in the pan. "Hey now, its Luke or Sy. Not sir, not when we're home, on American soil. And you don't have to thank me. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you, kid. You've literally taken two bullets for me. I'll help ya find a nice place, maybe here in Texas" he prodded. He'd grown fond of his second in command these past few weeks. And everyday she cooked, helped clean, offered to pay for anything and everything. It was getting on his nerves but in a good way. She rolled her eyes when he mentioned her living in Texas. "Sir- I mean Sy... how do you like your eggs?" Evasive maneuvers, that's how the morning is going to go, alright then. A grunt left him, "over medium darlin" "you got it hun".

To city slickers, they would think that these two attractive adults are flirting, but that's really how southerners talk. They can't speak a word without a pet name in the sentence.

"Damn it woman, can't you just shut up and let me tell you how great this state is?" Sy was driving, (Y/n) in the passenger seat. She was laughing her ass off. "Look, I can't (pronounced like "cane-t") help it is okies are born with a hatred for Texas." "Well that ain't my fuckin problem, now listen. Oklahoma is shit, it's the last in education, in the top 5 for allergies, and all your favorite musicians come to Texas." "That's all you got, ain't it?". As he slows and stops to a red light he looks out the window for a beat, turns back to her and starts laughing. "Yes ma'am, that's all I got". Her laughter turned from giggles to uproarious, him joining her. The neighboring Subaru driver looked at them with disdain. That didn't help the case either. He turned into your favorite ice cream place, "I've had the gourmet shit across the pond, and the fancy shit here. But fuck don't nothin taste better than Braum's. The taste of home.".

P.o.v. switching

I smiled. This man is my best friend. "Honestly, though." I replied, holding the door open for him. He lifted his arm above my head onto the door, essentially jutting his giant armpit in my face- "After you". I refused and stood my ground. "No no, I insist. Ladies first" i smiled. He just shoved me through the door "girl if you don't get your butt in there". More giggles from us. It was noon on a Sunday so of course it was busy. "Damn this place is packed, we can go somewhere else-" I spoke, "nonsense, I love this place too. We can wait out these old folks and the kids.." after he said that a kid screamed. Which led to a horrendous domino effect of seemingly every infant and toddler screaming. "Nope" we said in unison and turned around.

Sy couldn't sleep. He had tossed and turned but the memories were getting bad. He was sweating. He had tried his grounding techniques, a cold shower, breathing techniques, it didn't help. It was difficult. His door creaked softly, Luke reacted quickly by grabbing the gun under his opposite pillow and aimed. "At ease hun. Just me. Your tossing and turning kept me up..." she trailed off but he could see the sweat and the way her chest was heaving though she tried to calm down- to hide it. "May...may I?" She queried, pointing to the opposite side of the bed. He stared at her for a few seconds too long and she let out a nervous laugh and turned around. "Wait. Yes. You may. I'll put this in the nightstand.". Meaning the gun, she smiled softly and nodded in acknowledgment. She crawled into his white sheets, nestled her head on his navy blue pillow and under the blue and white comforter.

P.o.v. switching

By the Gods did his sheets smell nice, he smells nice. Like a human should, not dirty and perspiring like a whore in church. (Its a common phrase here, I'm not slut shaming). I couldn't sleep either, the pharmacy wouldn't have my meds for another week. I would be lieing if I said I hadn't thoroughly enjoyed my time here. Its clean, homey, the guest room is nice and cozy. And I think I want to live here. 'What the fuck was that? What did I just say? Yeah totally gonna file that away for now. It's not like I like-like him or anything. Skipping over that too' I looked over at Syv- Luke, nope that's weird, Syverson. He was staring at the ceiling. "Well this totally isn't awkward with us both laying like boards. We're adults. And adults can sleep in the same bed and uh.. yeah." "Yeah..." he agreed. Well at least we're on the same page. "So..can't sleep". A very exasperated sigh was what I was met with for an answer.

"Right". "Wish you weren't so fuckin awkward bud" "Me too Sy. Me too".

"Just memories is all." "Same here. Heh."

A pregnant pause interjected itself between us. Until he rolled over to face me. He smacked his lips "nevermind" and rolled back on to his back. Oh hell no, I hate that. "What?" I asked and rolled to my side. "What?" He asked. This mother... "Don't "what" me, I asked first what were you gonna say?". He didn't answer. "Come on, that's like my second biggest pet peeve. What is it?".

"Would you want to move in with me?". Woah. Okay. This is happening fast, did he read my thoughts? I think I took too long to answer. He grumbled, always grumbling, this one. "If you're offering. Yeah I wouldn't mind. What made it cross your mind?". "Well i like having you around, I'm not suggesting anything other than being roommates. I mean you help keep the place up, and you're a good house guest. And with wages going up, that means the cost of living is going to up and it'd be alright to have this place to split with someone. And you're not a civilian per se-" "uh oh you're using fancy words there cap", he chuckled "fuck off. What I'm saying is, we get each other, we get along great and we know how to handle it if we have a ptsd induced panic attack.". "Wow. Woah, okay. So this is serious, yeah of course. Thank you." I scooch closer to hug him. And then the dam breaks and I start crying.

He just soothes me, "it's okay darlin, I know, I know. You're home".

A home. I haven't had one in years. I'm home.

[piers-official]

... 'Scuse me? Are ya seriously talkin' ta me THROUGH M'OWN BLOG. Who the hell are ya? Who ya callin', son?!

I- wha- PIERS what's my phone LISTEN TO ME doin'?! How are ya typin' at Sorry the same time still figuring this as me out

STOP.

...

Apologies. Better?

Aye, I'd say so.

Good! Good...

Yup. Now then-

WOT THE BLOODY 'ELL IS GOIN' ON? WHO ARE YA? GET OFF ME BLOG.

Piers, I'm not IN your blog, I'm IN your phone. M'trapped here. Also How do you not recognize your own-... Wait, right you can't see me.

Uhh, no... no I cannot. YER A PHONE.

No need ta get all worked up, son.

QUIT CALLIN' ME SON.

Wha- shite, sorry, so-... Piers. I dunno how else to say this except, you are my son.

Don' fuckin' joke with me. M'dad's DEAD. This ain't funny-

I know I'm dead. I'm sorry for leavin' ya both so soon... It was an accident.

This ain't funny, mate. Ya better stop now or m'turnin' this stupid phone off.

NO WAIT. PLEASE. Piers it is me, it's your dad- Hemlock!

... I-

Okay look lemme think. AH! Aright ya remember that time we were visitin' Melonie in Circhester? Marnie was only about 3 years old maybe, you were 14.

Wait.

She was trying to roll a snowball, up a hill, ta build a wee lil snowman and was havin' trouble. So then ya went over to help, and ya BOTH started pushing the ball up a hill.

How d'ya know tha-

And- ahaha! - THEN outta nowhere Marnie slipped on a specially icy spot, and she was about ta tumble down the hill! So ya ran over, scooped her up, an' then YOU slipped on the same patch of ice.

...

An' before I could run over, ya started sliding down on ya arse, Marnie in yer arms GIGGLIN' like bloody mad, while ya were holdin' on ta her so tight. And FINALLY, ya slid to a stop right in front o'me and-!

-The snowball was rollin' down the hill behind us, and smacked me right in the back. It hurt a bit, but Marnie was laughin' so hard, that I started laughin' and then... you did too.

You DO remember!

... Dad?

Heh, hey son. Sorry for the confusion. Didn't mean ta worry you- are you hugging your phone? It got warm in here all of a sudden...

Not sure wha's goin' on, but m'rotom's been actin' right barmy.

Tried ta text somethin' and random words were appearin' on the screen. Swore I saw me an' Marn's name... has ta be a coincidence though.

...

Wait.

...

Did someone hack m'phone?? Who's chinwaggin' with others through m'account?! Damn gits.

[mistyyyy]

𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚎- 𝙴𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛

CW: Slapping, mild spitting, degrading, mean dom, brat taming, femdom, slight bondage, unrealistic pegging, surprised size kink, cum swapping, tall reader, and toxic hate sex.

Pet names used: Whore, pain slut, mistress, mamas.

Not requested. imagine concept from @r-raiinah (on Wattpad)

Eren Yeager x Femdom reader (modern)

This was going all wrong. All because he didn't come the night before, here you were standing in front of him while he just stared in those iced eyes. Does he really have nothing to say? Was this relationship not secure enough that he couldn't even tell you where he was last night?

His long lashes fluttered up and down as he watched you lash out. He didn't think the argument was this serious but the way your brown skin tinted red, he could tell you were pissed. "Are you even fucking listening Eren?!"

No, not really. Was what he wanted to say. But of course, he just nodded. You weren't the one to get mad easily, but when you did get mad it was always an amusing sight. The way a growl released from your throat, from the way you bared your teeth, he couldn't help but chuckle at his little monster.

"You're laughing?!" Your eyes widen as you watched your boyfriend grin and shake his head. "Sorry sorry. Continue..." He bit down at his full bottom lip to keep from laughing, only to fail again as you looked at him in disbelief.

That's it. This happened all the time and it was getting out of hand. "Is something funny Yeager?..." His laughter quickly came to a stop once he heard his last name. It was something he rarely heard coming from you, it didn't sit well with him. "Nah... ain't nothin' funny mamas." He sat up from his slouched position, elbows on his knees and fingers locked together, deciding it was time for him to actually stop playing around.

"You must take me for a fuckin joke." His eyes followed your body a gets closer to him. ooh, you're cursing. His brow raises at your choice of words, his shoulders shrugging nonchalantly and his lips pressing together. In all honesty, while he was out last night, he had gotten drunk with some friends for a birthday. His pal was a good friend and let him stay the night. But he wasn't gonna tell you, he wanted to see how far you'd go with pressing him.

It made sense why you wouldn't trust him at this moment. He had his times where he would slip up, and the relationship was on and off. You had your reasons to be pissed right now. "I didn't say tha-" You cut him off by raising your hand, landing an open-handed slap across his face.

The stinging on your palm didn't set in until you realize what you did wrong. I just... your eyes widen as you look down at the fresh mark plastered against his tan skin. You were so pissed off you didn't even apologize. You knew the guilt was gonna eat you inside later, but you needed to make your point.

You stared at him silently as his head was still turned from the slap. What's he thinking? His eyes were closed, his jaw clenching from time to time as he tried to process what was happening. "You slapped me." You gulped once he finally spoke. "Yeah... I did." You bit the inside of your cheek once his dead stare met yours. "You can't take that back." He suddenly stood up, making you step back to avoid touching him.

You were tall, a good 5'10 on a good day. But Eren? god, that man was huge every day. Huh? What am I doing? like hell I'm gonna let him show me out. there's no way I'm letting this man just ignore me and push me off again.

"What makes you think I'm going to? You really deserve it from all the shit you've put me through." You stepped up to him, pushing him back on the plush couch the two of you own. This caught him off guard, not thinking you were gonna talk back. What's this feeling? power? Domination? Whatever it was, you suddenly felt it running through you, " Nah, you gonna listen to what the fuck I gotta say, Yeager." You pushed your Jordan 1s against his chest, pinning him down against the back of the couch.

He stared at you with a shocked expression. You honestly shocked yourself. Pressing your shoe against his white shirt? How disrespectful could you get? But, he simply didn't fight back.

"Seven years! SEVEN. LONG. FUCKING. YEARS!" You clapped your hands with each word, wanting to get your point into his thick skull. "That's how long I had to put up with you- going around and fucking with that same bitch! And she not even all that cute!" You removed your foot from his chest and got in his personal space.

You were so close to him that he had to actually move his head to look at you. Fuck. Your confidence made his nails dig into the fabric of the couch. He was the one that always looked down on people. Figuratively and literally. This drove something in him.

"Are you even listening?! Yeager I swear, answer me!" He watched you with parted lips. He was honestly speechless. Why was this so arousing to him? He shouldn't feel like this. God, you looked so pissed, he should answer you.

"Yeager I swear, if you don't speak to me, I'm forcing your fucking mouth open. And you really don't want to see what I'll do when I do so." Why couldn't he say anything? Was he really so interested in what you were going to do to him?

"Yeager." No answer. "Yeager!" No answer.

Suddenly you reached your hand forwards, thinking he was gonna get slapped, he flinched away, only to release a grunt when his head was snatched back. Before he tried to call you out, your hand was already grabbing his jaw and forcing it open wide.

His eyes widen as he feels a warm, thick substance hit the back of his tongue. "Swallow it." You pushed his mouth shut, your nails gently digging into his cheeks until you felt his throat bob.

Oh Fuck, don't look at me like that. Were you always this gruesome? This mean? This... fucking hot? One part of him was glad he challenged you, a bigger part scared of what's to come. Were you like this before you got with him? Questions on top of questions.

You watched as his face began to shifts shades. His natural honey skin going into a red hew. Out of natural reaction, your brows crashed down, confusion taking over you as you looked into his eyes.

This was different. "Do you have anything to say??..." You searched his eyes for some type of answer, but what you got was even more satisfying. "Are you going to fuck me with that cock you hid from me for seven years? Or are you just gonna hover above me and tell me how much of a bad boyfriend I am until I cream myself?" His large hand wraps around your wrist, pulling your hand off his face.

"W-what?"

"Don't tell me you didn't think I ain't know mamas.." His eyes stayed on yours as he turned his head, leaving kisses against your tatted wrist. Kissing the E.Y. on the bone. Of course, he'd know.

Your shocked state quickly left your face as you watched his lips explore your fingers. Oh god.

You gently pulled your hand away from him, the fingers that were in his hair tighten, making him bite his lip. "Let's go." You pushed him off the couch, making him bend down near your height as you dragged him up the stairs. This just added more to the size kink he figured out he had.

Getting into the room, you pushed him onto the bed, which he caught himself with his arms before he could land on his face. He watches you over his shoulder as he laid on his stomach. Your movements were slow but he could tell you were eager by the way your eyes looked, also by the way your hands moved around in the closet. You finally pulled out a black adjustable black bag. From your college days, you would always have to keep this thing near you, it had to be easy access.

He flips on his back as you started making your way back to the bed, your attention not on him as you reach for the dresser and grab the lube. "Strip for me." You finally spoke up. He didn't expect words to be exchanged so he just laid in his spot, trying to figure out what you were about to do. " Do it now, Yeager. You're gonna start listening. Or I won't be so nice next time." He watched your eyes darken as you spoke, throwing the bag and lube on the bed beside him.

That look in your eyes was different. It brought a smile to his face. He chose not to say anything and stood up. He slowly stripped out of his clothes, teasing you as you watch him fiddle with the jaw strings of his sweats before letting them fall to his ankles. His strong thighs clench and unclench as he steps out of his pants and kicks them off to the side.

You couldn't help but scan his body, your eyes stopping at the obvious strain against his briefs. There was a wet stain pressed against his tip, he was enjoying this? That was a shocker to you.

Next was his shirt. You watched him pull the thin fabric over his head, his hard nipples that could be seen through the shirt earlier now exposed. Fuck, he was so pretty like this, you couldn't wait to mark him, put him in his place. "All of it." His eyes follow your vicious glare, which landed on his strained cock in his boxers.

"Come take 'em off." He moved towards the bed, sitting down and giving you a show as his strong thighs were spread. "Since you're so big and bad. Come take 'em off mamas..." He raised his arm, his big hand pushing back his hair so he could give you a good look. Testing your dominance might have been a new thing he was into.

The way you clenched your jaw as you look down at him with hatred. Fuck, he could cum just like that. You walked over to him, with rush footsteps, an amused smile slowly forming on his face once you get to him. "Now wh-" "shut the hell up."

You pushed him against your plush sheets and grabbed the hem of his underwear. The sudden feeling of his back hitting the bed made him release a breath, which was replaced with a groan as he feels you yank down his underwear, his throbbing dick hitting his lower stomach. "You talk too fucking much for your own good. You must want to get fucked hm?" You didn't let him get a chance to answer as you stuffed his own briefs in his mouth. "Please gag."

He stared at you with lust-filled eyes, letting you have your way with his body. He couldn't care at this moment what you were gonna do with him, he'll enjoy it either way.

Whoa, how did we end up like this? He didn't know his back could make this shape. He stared at you over his shoulders as you adjusted the harness on your hips. It was at least 8 inches, and thick, as fuck. He gulped at the size, shit he was getting nervous.

You noticed the hint of fear in his eyes as your smaller hand stroked the lube on your strap. "Don't get scared now. It's too late." You placed a hand on his lower back. "Hold your ass open." Which to your surprise, he actually listened and reached back, spreading them open to expose his un-prepped hole.

At this point, he was breathing heavily due to the anticipation. "Mm!" He bucked upwards, making his face get pushed into the sheets. The cold feeling of the lube made him clench around nothing. You slowly slid in your finger and started prepping him. It took a while but when you made sure he was nice and stretched, you landed an open-handed smack on his ass.

He muffled a curse, his body jerking forward at the stinging pain. "I fucking hate you, Eren." You spoke up as you aggressively snatched his arms back, making his front lift up.

"Hm Mm~" He muffled out an I know, which you picked it up quickly. The tip of your strap pressing against his slick hole before taking your time to slide in. "But I'm never leaving you. Do you understand, Eren?" Your voice was soft yet aggressive. You showed passion.

His eyes started gathering tears from the burning stretch. "H-hm Mm!~" He whines out another I know. You released his arms, his reaction too late, and letting him fall on his face. Putting a hand on his hip to keep steady, you slowly started grinding your hips onto him, trying to get back into your old movements.

His moans came out broken and muffled, which made you desperate to hear them. You leaned up forward and pulled his now soggy underwear out his mouth, a string of saliva falling onto his lips as you threw the item across the room. "Ooh fuck~" His brows crashed together, his eyes slightly rolling back as you grinded against him.

Your pouted lips go up into a little smirk as you hear his moans. Your hands gently grabbed onto his and pinned them against his back as he would do you. Keeping one foot on the ground, you propped the other one onto the bed and started speeding up, his soft groans turning into loud dragged-out moans as the 8 inches fill him deep. "Mng~ fuuck!~" His mouth parted open, his virgin hole tightening around the textured strap as you thrust inside him faster.

"What's my name?" His eyes shot open as he felt the familiar stinging pain on his ass "M-mamas- Ah! Miss-tress! Mistress, please!~" He corrected himself when you bucked your hips up.

"That's right baby, it's mistress~" You could feel the desire of wanting to touch you as he tugged against your surprisingly strong hand. "Mm~ look at you below me Eren. I should fuck you in front of the mirror so you can see how much of a cum slut you are~" You leaned down against his flushed back, his moans increasing as you get deeper inside. "AH! fff- ah shit!~" Drool started going down the side of his face, his body squirming below you to get away from the new pleasure.

"Look at you runnin from me, can't take it? Haha, aww~ baby you're not going anywhere, yeah? You're gonna stay right here and forget about that bitch you sneak off to see." As you talked, a small growl released from your throat, making him whimper below you.

"You're gonna take this cock just how I put up with your slutty ass every day, yeah?" You dug your nails into his skin, his initial tatted wrist and waist earning new marks from you.

This pain turns into pleasure, his dick weeping and leaking below him, making a small puddle form below him. "Y-yes ma'am- I- I mean mistress!~" He cried out, voice cracking as he started getting closer to his high. "Shit mistress I'm gonna cum! Please please make your pain slut cum!~" Fuck, this man can beg. You sometimes forget he was a former crybaby.

You suddenly pulled out, his hole gaping and clenching around nothing. You released his hands and flipped him around on his back. When were you this strong? He couldn't help but question.

"W-why did you stop?! I was so clos- Ah!" His thighs were pressed against his chest as you plowed into him, the new angle immediately pushing him against his limits. "Fuck! I love you I love I love-mngh!" Your lips shushed him up, your tongue slipping past his lips and taking in his cheap love. You thrust your hips one more time, making his head pull away from yours into a quiet scream.

His white ropes released onto his stomach and chest, the feeling making him gasp and clench hard around the object inside him. "Fuck baby. I love you too." You gave him one more peck before slowly sliding out.

His face, neck, and chest were a bright red, his freckles getting bruised from the rough play and his ass sore from the smacking. He was beautiful like this. His long hair was now out of the ponytail and stuck to his face from the sweat.

You kissed down his jaw and neck, leaving your marks all over him until you get to the pool of cum on his abs.

Licking the bitter substance up, you bring it up towards him and pull him back into a heated kiss, which he accepted and kissed back, only to moan in the kiss once his cum touches his tongue.

"That was the best Fuck you ever had hm?" You talked against his lips. "Mhm.." He lazily replied. "Good, remember that." You gave him a deep peck, gently pulling his bottom lip.

"I'm gonna ride this pretty mouth of yours, okay?" You said in a soft whisper, your eyes only on his lips while his stayed on your eyes

"Yes, mistress."

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[naomana]

actually how tall do you think pepe is personally? i always joked around and said he was 7ft but now that i actually compare him when he's right beside vito i think he's about 6'6'' instead (which is still really fucking tall). he's lucky the average door frame is 6'8''

i still choose to believe though that there must've been a few houses that were below standard (so probably whenever they entered a cheaper building), so every now and then when leo or frank would enter a building all he'd hear a few seconds later is a THUD followed by a groan and then a really disappointed sigh

Well, wiki says he's foot taller than Vito, but we know wiki ain't always right at things..however he is definitely taller than Vito, so anything taller than 6'2" (see what I mean? Wiki says he's 5'11" but I'm going from the mugshot at the beggining of M2 here. He's literally 6'2" there)

So 7ft wouldn't be so far fetched here and you're so right about his dumb head constantly hitting the door frame at the top

(Give me montage of hilarious everyday things they have to deal with. Joe actually forgetting his keys and lockpocking his own door, Pepe walking into a doorframe as if he isn't taller than that, Vito slipping on ice and falling onto his ass, Henry waking up with really bad bedhair he can't get under control.. MAKE THEM LOOK PATHETIC AND DUMB)