#so he could put her in a dress and make her ‘pretty’

[writingwisterias]

Sandy Toes

Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Fem!Reader Warnings: Pregnancy, tooth rotting fluff, Dilf!Leon, Domestic, My day late entry for Week 1 of @shymoob Summer event! Come join in on the fun, see you next week for fireworks!! See the prompt list here to join in on the fun!

The idea of a beach day was not on Leon’s top list of things to do on his rare vacation. He would much rather watch the two most important people in the world run around the yard his hard work with the government paid for, well watch an attempt of you running around with your daughter. However, today he couldn’t do that because as he decided to leave the comfort of his bed and find out why the house was seemingly so quite he found you standing there in the front room looking like an angel. The sundress you had decide to wear today fell around your body in way that highlighted every curve that he had grown to love and all the new features you were gaining as you blossomed once more with his child.

How could he say no to this imagery? It was definitely part of your plan to convince him, to dress up in such a way you know he had no other option but to agree so he could stare at you all day long. At least him being there you would get the chance to relax, to able to thrive in the sun whilst your daughter entertains herself amongst the sand. He knew that she was excited for it with the way she ran into their room to wake up her dad carrying a spade and spewing some toddler jumble about the beach, sand and the sea.

He lifted the small girl in his arms, smiling at her wriggles and excited giggles before the wrestle to get in the car seat would begin. She smelled lightly of your perfume and sun cream from where you had clearly been getting her ready. The pretty sundress she also wore he knew had to be your doing, along with the cute space buns that would keep her hair off her face.

“I wasn’t aware that my days off meant I had to be cooking myself in the sun as a relaxing activity.” Leon teased as he approached you, a kiss finding its place on your forehead. His free hand smoothed over the curve of your bump, the temptation to touch it was always high just as it was with the first. “You wouldn’t get cooked if you wore sun cream like a normal person.” You teased, smiling up at him as your hand fell on top of his. Leon chuckled before adjusting the little girl in his arms. “Do you want help with the bags?” He asked, leaning down to pick one up.

“It’s okay, I’m pregnant, not fragile.” You teased, swatting his hand away from the handles of the large tote bags. “Besides it’s probably better if you suffer with the car seat battle, she always behaves better with her daddy.”

The drive to the beach was fine, the car filled with the soft summer tunes as the wind whipped at your hair. The joy that radiated throughout the car was something he would always be grateful of. Bring able to witness the work that you had put in to make sure he made it to this point was worth it in the end. Leon carried the bags down the ramp onto the sand before he then started making it his mission to find the perfect spot for his family to set up the blankets. You watched as he analysed the surroundings, clearly mapping out escape routes and places where you would be somewhat alone. It was easier to let him deal with this than argue about how far the bathroom is to where you are sat or the fact that the old couple a few sections down are suspicious for wanting to talk to excited toddler that had ran over to them in a last minute act of defiance. You doubt anyone would judge a pregnant woman peeing in the sea anyway if you were too far away from the toilets.

Everyone’s comfort was Leon’s next priority as he strolled around the beach with his little girl in his arms. Once he found a spot, he ensured that the blanket was securely pinned down and the small beach tent, you had insisted on buying despite beach days being far and few between, wasn’t going to fly away. You laughed as he gave a poor attempt to wipe his hands on his swim shorts now they were covered in sand, his grumbles of how irritating sand was only fuelling the amusement of the situation. “This is why you apply sun cream after we finish setting up.” Leon grumbled as he observed the mess on his fingers. “Don’t be surprised if next time I’ve doodled something on your back. Besides you’ve done a wonderful job thank you.” You retorted a playful smile on your features before you leaned towards him for a kiss. Instead of complaining more you watch him stand up, a soft groan and clicking releasing from him as he did so, the abuse of his body now catching up to him. You watched the retreating form of your husband as he walked hand in hand to the sea with a bucket and your daughter, the sun shining on them brightly as they reached the shoreline.

The sun bore on your skin was nothing again the upright position you were sat in that was doing nothing to ease the increasing back pain you were developing as you got further along in your pregnancy. It was either perfect timing or like he had sensed your discomfort when you heard the sound of their laughter as they clearly raced back to you. The laughter was paired to the muted thuds of tiny feet going as fast as she could with slow louder thuds following her in Leon’s poor attempt to slow himself down so she could win.

With her Immediate pestering for a snack once she had reached the blanket it was only fair to assumed that Leon had bribed her to leave the rock pools they were watching with the promise of a snack. Or maybe he was just hungry himself. “Have you drunk anything yet? Sitting in the sun probably isn’t doing you any good, love” He asked, a soft grunt leaving his lips as he sat next to you. His hand instantly going for your stomach and smiling slightly at the small kicks the baby responded to him with . “I’ve drank a lot, but my back is killing me from sitting like this all day. It’s alright though she's happy” you said, gesturing to the little girl that was currently digging the biggest hole she could. Leon’s features lightened in their concern as he gazed upon her, the sight giving him an idea. He crawled along the sand to whisper in her ear, the small giggles to each other were cute as he began to work in sync with her.

His recently washed hands a mess again, not that it mattered to him in this current moment, your comfort was more important than a sandy sandwich he would indulge in later. With their combined efforts they made a hole for you to lay on your stomach equipped with one of the seaside themed towels you pulled out every summer. He eased you over, helping your gentle settle in a comfortable position the same way he does every single night he is home with you. It was the least he could do after all. “We’re the boob holes necessary?” you laughed as you sank down. Finally enjoying the freedom from the backache that had been troubling you. “Very, can have them bring squished either.” he chuckled, giving you a wink.

Despite the complaints this morning and every other time you dragged him to do things in the little free time he got. Leon never meant it, not when he could watch his family thrive and laugh. Creating memories that he would always treasure when the missions got rough, it reminded him of why he did all of it. Why he kept the world safe by enduring what he did so that you could enjoy the somewhat annoying feeling of sandy toes and spend quality time with him.

Of course, you had to humour him with a photo of his amazing craftsmanship. The sun highlighting your body making you look like a goddess to him as he snapped photos of the sight as if he was a tourist looking at one of the Greek statues. With the pressure off your back you soon fell asleep into a small nap. The peaceful sound of the waves lingering in the background and the quiet chatter of the ongoing people that surrounded you was the perfect backing track you needed for the best sleep you had in a while.

When you soon awoke it was your turn to take photos of you had the energy and ability to get up and reach the phone that was. Your eyes fell upon the sight of the of them creating a village of sandcastles. The height of the hill was impressive, Leon’s doing no doubt whilst you assumed that the seagull feather for a flag was clearly your daughters. Leon caught you looking, you face resting on your arms as you quietly watched the interaction between the two of them. He smiled back at you before approaching again. His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from your face being careful not to drop any sand on your features or scratch you with the roughness the sand added to them. “Everything okay?” He asked softly, smiling down at you. In this lighting he was relaxed, the wrinkles he had gained over the years smoothing out into a softer look. Watching him age and grow into the mind-set he was in today will always be one of your big achievements in life. No one worked harder than Leon.

The evidence was there in your comfort and daughters smile as she attempted to make a moat around the castle they had made, not quiet understanding that the sand will soak up the water as soon as she places it. “Perfect, thank you.” You responded. Leon’s hand worked through the soft strands of your hair once more before his gaze fell back on his little girl. Her cheerful concentration was amusing as he stared up at her dad when he approached, his hand outstretched holding another bucket of his own. You watched as Leon dragged her back down to the shoreline once more and knelt in the refreshing water as they began to work again building yet another sandcastle only this time with a fancy moat that bought water in with the waves that chased them up the beach. There laughter adding to the soundscape that once again bought you into peace.

[sinnabarmoth]

The God, The Dragon, & The Girl

Pairing: Rafayel x Fem|Reader x Sylus

Prompt: Sharing a heart with someone but sharing a soul with someone else can be a tricky business. Thankfully your god and your dragon are willing to share. (This is a polycule! Raf and Sylus love their girl but also love each other! Happy pride!)

Word Count: 2300

You were in a bit of a pickle.

Standing in front of your bed you had two dresses picked out but you could only wear one to dinner. One was in a pretty pink that had some nice flow and bounce to it when you walked, the other was in a deep crimson red that was more slinky and sexy and moved like rippling wine. They were such polar tastes to what your boyfriends preferred on you.

“Cutie,” Rafayel appeared in the doorway, “are you almost ready to--you’re not even dressed yet?”

“I can’t decide which dress to wear and I can’t do my makeup until I know what color I’m wearing.” you sighed. “Help.”

Rafayel came over and inspected the choices you laid out. “I like the pink one--”

“But the red would look even better on her.” Came Sylus’s voice from down the hall.

And here it went again.

“The pink is cuter!” Rafayel shouted back to Sylus.

“Red is hotter.” Sylus shouted back.

“I will fight you on this, lizard man!” Rafayel stomped out of the room.

“Come try your luck, fish boy.” Sylus said, humor in his voice.

“Useless, the both of them.” you sighed then went to the door. “No quickies you two! We have a reservation and I have been dreaming about going to this restaurant for weeks and we are not missing it!”

“Then get dressed, kitten.” Sylus’s head popped out from his room down the hall. “You’re the one that’s going to make us late.” He then grabbed Rafayel by the collar and yanked him into the room.

You rolled your eyes and went back to your closet, grabbing a pretty blue dress with black accents instead. You really needed to stop asking their opinion when you knew they were going to have such polar opposite thoughts on them.

It had been strange when your memories started returning. It had happened the first time at an art show with Rafayel, Sylus happened to be there looking for a new acquisition and ran into you. Trying to explain how you knew Sylus to Rafayel and vice versa had been a bit of a challenge but something happened when you had the two of them together. It was like something had unlocked in your brain and memories pulling you between two different pasts started unraveling in your mind. The Sea God’s bride and the dragon’s sorceress. Your heart with Rafayel, your soul with Sylus.

You had started hyperventilating and they ushered you away from the crowd and let you calm down before telling them what was going on in your head. They were quiet for a long time before it all came spilling out. Your story. Your lives that you had lived with both of them.

They were shocked and a little adversarial at first when they realized they were sitting next to someone who you had been in love with in a past life. But you were still reeling so had put it aside to comfort you until everything had made sense in your head. You remembered them both. You loved them both. Your heart and body strained to compete with the pull between them.

There was so much pain from the past. So much that you had lost with both of them only to be reunited now. You couldn’t fathom being apart from either of them ever again but you didn’t know if your god and your dragon would let you be with another, even if you were still with them.

They had been surprised too when they learned that you shared such a large part of yourself with another. The clear panic you showed when they started bickering about who had more of a right to you was enough to get them to stop. They never wanted to hurt you. You had finally returned to them after so long, they couldn’t in good conscience deny you the other half of your heart or your soul. So an arrangement had been made. You could have both of them and they would love you without interfering with the other.

The more time that passed of this arrangement though something even more unexpected started happening, that was the feelings that grew between Rafayel and Sylus themselves. It was a relief to you that not only were they getting along but that they were also interested in each other. It felt less like you were being shared between two men and more like you were all living harmoniously in mutual love and attraction between the three of you.

Rafayel and Sylus argued and bickered like an old married couple and nine times out of ten it ended with them pouncing on each other. Which was why you were now rushing to get ready so they didn’t get the chance to completely ruin their appearance sucking on each others faces, or worse.

You were clipping on your earrings as you moved down the hall. “Loves of my life, you had better be decent because I’m ready to leave now.”

“Coming!” Rafayel said, stumbling out of Sylus’s room with disheveled hair.

“Well, not anymore.” Sylus said, following behind him with his tie askew and a new hickey poking out from his collar.

“Unbelievable.” you rolled your eyes. You straightened Sylus’s tie and smoothed out Rafayel’s hair. “I said no quickies.”

“Sylus is making it sound worse than it was.” Rafayel assured you.

“Or maybe our kitten is just jealous she didn’t get to participate.” Sylus said, giving you a kiss.

“Still hate that pet name.” Rafayel grumbled. “She’s much cuter than those feline monsters.”

“Raf, my darling, it’s just a name.” you gave Rafayel’s a quick kiss. “Now come on, let’s get going.”

“I thought you were choosing between the pink and red dress.” Sylus said, appraising your new choice.

“Don’t worry about it.” You grabbed their hands and left the house and made your way over to the restaurant. When you got there you were shown to your table and you marveled at the spectacular view out the high windows that looked over the rest of Linkon.

You sat down to eat and took the time over your meal to catch up on what was going on in the lives of your boyfriends. Rafayel had an art show later that week and had been trying to get out of going to it but Thomas was being adamant and Rafayel knew when to cut his losses. Sylus was meeting up with some protocore sellers the same night as Rafayel’s show which left you to decide who to go with.

Rafayel would be bored out of his mind without you at the art show but things could get dicey with Sylus’s meeting and he could use backup if things came to blows. Why did they have to have plans on the same day? It made choosing so difficult.

“Go with Raf,” Sylus said after you had kept quiet trying to decide all through the entree course.

“But--”

“I’ll be fine on my own, promise.” he leaned in closer, bringing his voice to a whisper, “Besides, if you don’t go with him then he’s going to pout the entire next day and for our sanity we should avoid that.”

“Good point.” you agreed.

“What are you two whispering about?” Rafayel asked.

“Nothing, honey!” you beamed at him. “Just discussing plans for Saturday. Sylus might be able to come to the art show after he is done with his meeting.”

So, Saturday evening Sylus left for his meeting and you and Rafayel went out to the art show. It was pretty boring but joking around with Rafayel made it more tolerable. So did the hors devours and glasses of champagne floating around the room.

You were arm in arm with Rafayel, half-listening as he chatted with a patron when your stomach gave a large gurgle.

Eyes turned to you and you smiled awkwardly. “Excuse me, must have been those mini quiches.” you joked. You ate a lot of hors devours in your boredom this evening. It was probably just indigestion.

There was another loud gurgle and groan followed by a sharp stabbing pain in your stomach. Okay. Not indigestion. Much worse than indigestion. “Can you excuse me for one moment?” you extracted yourself from the group and went to the bathroom. You gripped the bathroom sink, taking in several slow long breaths as you tried to fight down the pain radiating from your stomach.

Then your world tilted as a wave of nausea crashed over you. You turned around and dashed into one of the stalls, hurling into the toilet. Damn it. Was it food poisoning?

“Cutie, you in there?” Rafayel’s voice called through the door.

“Yeah, I’m fine--” you cut off as you hurled again. “No. I lied. Having a bad time in here.”

“I’m coming in.” you heard the door open and felt his hand on your back. “Oh no, what’s wrong? Are you sick?”

“Yeah. I think I got food poisoning from the hors devours.” you muttered.

“We should get you home. Think you can move?”

You limply shook your head.

“Okay, be right back.” Rafayel dashed from the bathroom and came back a moment later with a glass of water and your coat. You washed out your mouth and spit it back into the toilet before letting Rafayel cover you with your coat and lift you up into his arms. “Let’s go home.”

When you got home Rafayel called Sylus to let him know you had left the show early cause you got sick. You tried to get him to stop since you didn’t want him worrying about you when he was trying to work but it was useless.

“Hey babe,” Rafayel said once he got a hold of Sylus, “No we had to leave early. Our darling girlfriend went ahead and ate something spoiled and now has food poisoning. She’s not doing too great right now. Yeah. Okay. See you when you get here, love you too.” he hung up.

“Sylus is on his way back, he said he loves you and that he’ll be home soon.”

“I told you not to bother him…” you muttered.

“And let him find out that you were sick and that we didn’t tell him immediately instead? No thanks, I’d rather not deal with his snappish behavior if we did that.”

By the time Sylus got home Rafayel had already helped you out of your clothes and changed you into something more comfortable. You were still curled around the toilet, face sweaty and burning as a fever started to set in.

“Oh sweetie,” Sylus said, sitting on the bathroom floor with you. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.” you sent him a glare. “What kind of question is that?”

“She’s been crabby since we got home. Tread carefully.” Rafayel whispered to him.

“It was a dumb question. I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well.” Sylus said, rubbing your back and moving some hair away from your face.

“No, I’m sorry.” Rafayel sighed, “That caterer should have been screened better. Their hors devours were suitable at best but not great and they clearly didn’t care about food safety. They should never have been hired.”

“All that food…wasted…” you groaned, staring at the toilet like it personally offended you.

“You stay with her for a minute. I’m going to go out and get some medicine, I didn’t realize we were so low until we got home.” Rafayel said.

“Yeah, you go. I got her.” Sylus stayed next to you, speaking soothingly as your body writhed in pain.

“I know, sweetie. I know it hurts. Once your body flushes out the bacteria it’ll all be over.” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“Can you just kill me instead?”

“Literally nothing in the universe could convince me to do that, my other half.”

“Ugh!” you groaned.

You rolled over and held out your arms. Sylus gave you a pitying smile and pulled you onto his lap, keeping you secure and comfortable in his arms. “You’re burning up, here.” he used his evol to grab a wet hand towel from the sink and pressed it to your burning forehead. You sighed in relief, melting more into Sylus, your eyes falling closed. “That’s it, rest. We’re going to take good care of you.”

When you woke up again you were in your bed, either boy was laid in bed next to you. Rafayel was fast asleep but Sylus was awake, his reading glasses on with a book in hand. Upon noticing you wake up he set the book aside. “How are you feeling?”

“Not great but better than I was earlier.” you took the towel off of your head. “Is it still night?”

“About five AM, I’ll probably be going to bed soon but I wanted to stay close in case you needed anything.”

“I said I had her.” Rafayel mumbled sleepily on your other side.

“Good morning to you too, dear.” Sylus smirked. “I’m nocturnal, it was only natural I stay by her side.”

“If it is still that early I’m going to go back to sleep.” you slumped back under the sheets. Rafayel immediately enveloped you in his arms.

“Glad you’re feeling better, my heart,” he yawned.

“Since she’s doing better I’ll let you two sleep. I’m going to go back to my bed.” Sylus moved to stand up but you grabbed his arm. “Need something, sweetie?”

“Stay.” you said, “Just until I fall back asleep. Please?”

“Of course.” he reclined back on the bed one hand playing gently with your hair. You were being pulled back under very quickly and just before you were lost to dreaming you felt a shift in the bed and the press of lips to your head. “Rest well, my dears.” Sylus whispered.

[sinsinsininning]

Spoils of Victory

Shanks x KidPirate!Reader Word Count: 5.2k Synopsis: Cornered trying to save your captain, you offer Shanks anything he wants if he lets Kid go. Shanks takes everything he can from you. Set during the 2 year blank period when Kid loses his arm. Warning: NSFW! Dubcon/Noncon, afab!reader, oral (fem receiving), creampies, fingering, bondage, forced orgasms, reader eventually enjoys it, fear kink,praise (doll, darling, good girl, baby), degradation, slight breeding kink, biting, some blood, depictions of battle, blood and injury, Shanks is kind of a dirtbag here but also not the worst, mentions of choking and pregnancy,threats of violence, slight Kid x Reader and Killer x Reader if you squint. Notes: Listen I know I made Shanks pretty bad here but he a pirate, hes gonna be a piece of shit. Might make a part 2 if I feel like it, either another run in with Shanks or the aftermath from Kid and/or Killer. Anyways hope you like!

The battle was going badly, the Kid Pirates had an initial advantage over the Red Hair Pirates with a surprise attack on while they were docked on a remote island, but the red force quickly turned the tides. You watched from your perch on the ship through the scope of your rifle, you had a dual role on the crew, sniper and field medic. You tried to take out targets as best you could, but mostly you were expected to collect any injured crew mates and bring them to safety on the ship. Treating any emergency wounds as needed, you had an emergency pack strapped to your hip, filled with bandages and topical hemostatic dressings for any wounds.  

You’d had to retrieve three crew mates so far, all of whom bleeding heavily and unconscious, nothing fatal yet. Still all signs pointed to a failure as you watched your captain fight. You didn’t recognize his opponent, but it didn’t matter, Shanks was the one he was looking for. You spotted the emperor across the battlefield, he cut down enemies easily, the On Air Pirates and Hawkins Pirates just target practice for him.  

Dive groaned under your hands, and you forced yourself to focus, packing her wound quickly before calling for Hip to take her away. Kid had left only a handful of crew mates behind to guard the ship and help with any injured, you were put in charge of the group. With your hands free for the moment you returned to your scope, watching as the crowd thinned out, leaving a large hole for Kid and Shanks to face off.  

It was so fast you could barely track it, let alone assist fire, you were forced to look elsewhere, taking a few shots when you could. A cold dread filled you and you quickly pulled out a few smoke bullets, they didn’t cause any damage, but they did let out large plumes of smoke for cover. You had a weird instinct to switch your ammunition.  

Again, you returned to your scope, just in time to see Kid’s arm get lobbed off by Shank’s blade. Your heart stopped as you relayed this to the small group. Your captain fell to his knees, still fighting, but the blood loss would catch him soon. Killer was across the battlefield, occupied with the first mate of the Red Hair crew, you could feel your heart drop to your feet.  

“I’m going in!” You shouted, Pomp tried to argue, as did the others, but you were the fastest.  

You shot three rounds into the dirt surrounding Kid, just as he began to sag and Shank raise his blade again. The smoke would do little against his Haki, but it was just enough for you to move in, slamming into Kid gracelessly. The pair of you skidded across the dirt, just narrowly missed by the sword’s edge. You recovered fast, grabbing your captain and hauling ass. 

Kid was barely conscious, numerous wounds alongside his missing arm, and he was heavy. You moved much slower than you normally would. The battle was clearing up, the On Air Pirates almost completely gone, so even at your slow speed you still managed to cover a decent distance. Unfortunately, it meant Shanks could keep a line of sight on you.  

He struck, slicing the ground just before you, almost like a warning, you slipped and dodged right. Veering to the tree line you tried to duck for cover, cursing yourself for not having a better plan. You weren’t sure what you’d expected, but now dragging your captain to the ship was seeming like a stupid idea.  

Leaping behind a large boulder surrounded by thick brush, you peered out, hoping a crew mate or ally had caught Shanks attention. Maybe Killer had noticed your predicament, he’d know how to get you out of this.  

Kid’s shallow breathing caught your attention, you still had your pack, a few smoke bullets, a short bit of rope, and a Bowie knife. Quickly you yanked his coat off to assess his injury, applying a crude tourniquet with the rope and a thick chunk of stick you found. With the bleeding slowed you crushed up the styptic powder and sprinkled it onto the gaping wound. Pressing gauze and wrapping the entire stump in bandages, you peered through the brush again, the sounds of battle still going on but not any closer to you than before.  

You breathed a sigh of relief, wondering if you could manage to carry him back now. Kid’s blood coated your left arm, the sticky liquid made dust stick in a itchy layer.  

Just as you stood and packed your supplies, a snap behind you, even deeper into the forest, made you whirl around. 

“You're a sneaky little thing.” Shanks said, standing only a few feet behind you.  

You moved to stand in front of Kid, knife drawn.  

“Loyal too.” He smiled; it made the hair on your neck stand up. “But you and I both know you can’t match me in a fight.” 

It was then you realized you were shaking, he was right, you weren’t a combatant on your crew. Killer had brought you on as a field medic, you’d only recently begun training as a marksman. Anyone with the slightest bit of skill could tell you were out of your depth on the battlefield.  

“No one will know you let us go.” You said, not even thinking as you did. “I’m not a threat and neither is Kid anymore.”  

Shanks tutted, like he was scolding a pet. “You know that won’t work, you’ll blab to your crew the moment your free. I can’t have you ruining my reputation.”  

You trembled as he moved closer, eyes flicking around, your pack was on the ground a few feet behind you, with it were the smoke bombs. You had nothing but the knife in your hand, still clasped between sweaty palms.  

“I’d never tell anyone,” You tried to reason, his steps paused. “It’d ruin my reputation too...if everyone knew I begged you not to kill me.” 

He threw his head back with a laugh then, you almost hoped it would draw your crew's attention, but even if it did Shanks could easily kill anyone who came to help you.  

“This is what you call begging?” He asked and you blinked in surprise.  

He gestured for you to go on, oh. Oh! He wanted you to actually beg. 

Your face flushed red, but the sounds of pain behind you goaded you on as much as Shank’s smile did. Slowly you lowered yourself to your knees, eyes shifting to look at his feet now.  

“Please.” You said lowly, mouth dry. “Please let us go.” 

Shank’s whistled and your cheeks became even more red. “You’re a pretty sight on your knees, even with the blood and dirty and that-” 

He gestured to the leather harness you wore, it was brown leather with iron clasps and your crew’s jolly roger at the center.  

“-thing on you.” 

The compliment struck a fearful chord in you, and you almost wished he would just slice you down now. The humiliation made you sweat.  

“What do you want?” You asked. 

He hummed curiously, hand lazily stroking his sword, willing you to go on. 

You closed your eyes, fighting back tears. “In exchange for my captain’s life.... what do you want?” 

His hand grabbed your chin, your eyes snapping open now, he’d gotten so close without making a sound.  

He stroked your bottom lip with his thumb, a wide grin on his face as your eyes made contact with his. 

“Oh, that’s an interesting question.” He drawled lazily, as if he had all the time in the world. “What’re you offering?” 

You gritted your teeth, yanking your face away to press against your captain’s body, still propped up against the boulder.  

“Won’t say it? Fine.” He grabbed your face, harder this time. “We both know what I’ll ask for.” 

He yanked at your top, attempting to pull it off, you jerked and grabbed his wrist. 

“Wait!” You gasped, chest heaving.  

Surprisingly he did, though he looked bored as he raised a brow, waiting for your explanation.  

“How do I know you’ll let him go after?” You asked frantically.  

Shanks sighed, like he was annoyed you’d question him, in a flash he grabbed you by the harness. You blinked and looked around, you were in a small clearing, the sounds of battle much much further away. You could even hear a river, though you couldn’t see it, and Kid was no longer behind you. 

“Your crew will find Kid shortly,” He explained as you looked around, heart pounding as you tried to regain equilibrium. “Let’s hope they don’t leave without you.” 

You bit bark a retort, because honestly you weren’t sure they would wait for you. It wouldn’t be out of malice or apathy, but because staying to look for you put the entire crew at risk. Knowing Killer, he’d try to find you or at least send the ship away while he searched to make it appear like they’d left.  

Still, there was no guarantee.  

Shanks took your silence for worry, chiding you as he came closer. “Don’t worry if they do, I’d consider keeping you.” 

You shuddered as you caught sight of his arousal, pressing heavily against his trousers.  

“If you do a good job of course.” He said, mockingly sweet. 

You gritted your teeth, again keeping quiet as you reached out, finger barely grazing the waist of his pants before he shoved you back.  

“What the fuck?” You spat, your back stinging from the impact. 

“Did I tell you to touch me?” He asked flatly, taking his long black coat off and laying it on the ground. 

“Ah- No. I was trying to get this over with.” You said, blinking as he beckoned you closer. You hesitated, but shuffled closer, he grabbed your cheeks, squishing them together as he dragged you to him. “Mmmm!” 

“Here’s the deal,” He said, voice low and dangerous, you tried to pull your head back, but he dug his nails in slightly. “I’m gonna use you however I like, until I’m shooting blanks if that’s what I want. And you, you’re gonna take everything I give you like a good girl.” 

He smiled as you tried to nod.  

“And when I’m done, I’ll let you go. Hell, I’ll even take you back to the beach, since I’m so nice. Deal?” He asked, a cruel grin on his face as he release your cheeks. 

You rubbed your face, tears at your waterline. “Deal.” 

Shanks laughed, and shoved you again, gentler this time so you lay strewn on his jacket. You tried to sit up, but he pressed a firm foot to your chest.  

“Stay still.” He chided, annoyed as his lone hand dug into his pocket, he pulled out some ropes. “Put your wrists out.” 

You complied quickly, nerves making your hands shake, he noticed of course.  

“Awww ya nervous, doll?” He asked, you ignored him, watching in fascination as he tied your wrists with one hand.  

Okay that was impressive. 

“You a virgin?” He asked, eyes greedily taking in your blushing face. 

“What? No!” You sputtered. 

He sighed. “What a relief, I would’ve felt bad going all out. Now I don’t have to hold back.” 

You grimaced but it quickly changed to shock as he grabbed his sword handle, in a flash he sliced your harness off. You shivered in fear at the blade being so close to your skin.  

Shanks grabbed the metal jolly roger, examining it with a look of disgust before pocketing it. 

Without a word, he began to strip you, yanking your shirt up until it tangled at your wrists, you shivered. With little fanfare he pulled your bra up as well, though it only came up to your chin, exposing your breast to his gaze. He twisted one nipple with a grin; you hissed and arched your back.  

“Sensitive.” He teased; you wanted to curse and kick him but kept still instead.  

Quickly, he worked your shorts down, stopping only to yank your boots and knee pads off. Leaving you in your panties, he took one knee and pressed it to your chest, bending his head so he could run his nose along the damp spot. 

You squealed at being exposed, trying to twist away. “What’re you doing? Just fuck me and be done with it!” 

Surprisingly, he only grinned, you’d almost expected him to bite you, instead he gently tugged on your panties with his teeth. Pulling them until they ripped under the pressure, the scraps of fabric falling away, exposing you completely.  

“What do I look like?” He asked, voice sing songy. “A man who can’t please his lady friend?” 

You scoffed, but it turns to a squeal as he slides his tongue out, running along your slit.  

“I told you I was gonna do whatever I want to you.” He said voice low again, you glanced down and caught his dark gaze. “And I want you to cum on my tongue before you come on my cock.” 

The threat makes you close your eyes, whimpering as you feel his tongue on you again. 

“Oh, stop acting scared.” He said, you could feel his lips moving. “Your panties were soaked.” 

You gasp as he finally makes contact with your clit, his tongue swirling around the little nub until it stood fully at attention.  

“It's- I always get a little wet in battle.” You try to argue, but it just makes him laugh, the vibration against your clit makes you keen.  

“Whatever you wanna tell yourself.” He dives back in with gusto. 

You clench your jaw as he works you over, trying to keep noises to a minimum. He’s definitely experienced, easily finding your sweet spots and moving his tongue in a steady tempo.  

His tongue lashes against your clit for a few moments before sliding back down to your slit, pressing in slightly. Then it's moving up again, focusing on your clit for longer, you clasp your hands together in their binds, holding them to your chest as you fight to stay still. Your hips rock slightly against him, he works his tongue into you, letting his nose rub against your pulsing clit. It isn’t until he shakes his head back and forth, nose swiping over your clit firmly when you let out a moan.  

“There we go.” His words are muffled by you. “That’s a good girl.” 

The praise and pressure bring you closer to your high, but you fight it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. It takes him several minutes to realize; eyes narrowed on you before he finally pulls away. 

You’re breathing heavily now, fighting a grin, you think you’ve won, and he’ll just move on. Instead, he lets go of your knee and grasps his sword again, your eyes widen and breath halts.  

“You better stop fighting me.” He growled, you shook your head, but he went on now moving his fingers to your cunt now. You whined as he fingered you quickly. “Cooperate and cum on my tongue, or I’ll go back and slaughter your entire crew and fuck you while your pathetic, dying captain watches.” 

You wail and shudder as your orgasm crashes over you. 

“Holy shit.” Shanks said, eyes wide in shock, but he continued to finger you through your high. “You sick fuck, and here I was thinking I’d forced you, but your fucking slutty pussy wanted this.” 

You whine as he speaks, his fingers quickly pushing you to over stimulation. Slowly he pulls his fingers out, you think he satisfied, by the way he’s grinning. Instead, he shoves your knee up again and returns his tongue to your clit.  

You wail at this, over sensitivity making you wiggle and push against his head. He growls and glares up at you. 

“I told you to cum on my tongue.” He dragged his tongue flat against your clit. “Not my fault you can’t follow orders.” 

Instead of whining, you just close your eyes and try to relax, at this point you knew better than to disobey him. Little whimpers and pleas escape you, egging him on as you twist a hand in his hair.  

This makes him move faster, groaning against your cunt as he works you over, it doesn’t take long for you to cum again. Your hips buck against his face, but he doesn’t scold you, instead draping a heavy arm over your waist to pin you down. He slowly licks you through your climax before pulling away.  

“Good girl.” He breathes a sigh, you ignore how you clench at nothing.  

“Please.” You whimper, sweat coating your skin, making you shiny and slick. 

He grins down at you, letting go of you to tug at his pants, grabbing his length firmly as he watches you. 

“You gonna behave?” He asked, tilting his head as you nod cutely.  

Shanks takes a moment to maneuver you, twisting you until your bound wrists now encircle your knees. This new exposing position made you whine, your pussy and tits on display. He moved your palms to hold your knees even higher to your chest, you realized you were in a mating press, face blazing with shame.  

“Fuuuuck even prettier like this.” He sighed; eyes filled with lust as he took in your full image. You squirmed under his gaze until he spanked your ass. “Stay still.” 

Now he unbuttoned his trousers, sliding it down just enough to let his cock free. Your eyes widen; he was big, bigger than you’ve had before. He hung low, thick length swinging slightly as he moved closer to you, red tip leaking pre. 

He catches you gawking, wrapping his hand around himself smugly stroking. “You look scared, doll. Worried it won’t fit?” 

You nod dumbly; he laughs again. 

“Don’t sell yourself short, darling.” He dragged his tip up and down your slit, you squealed when it pressed on your clit. “I’m sure we’ll manage.” 

With that he presses in, tip immediately gaping you wide open. You yelp and clench as he enters you, he hunches over your, lips against your cheek as he whispered to you. 

“Easy, doll, just breathe.” His voice already sounded strung out, his words help you relax, and he manages another few inches into you. “There we go, good girl. Just like that, baby, just a little more.” 

He paused, sitting up on his elbow slightly as he blinks down at you, like he just realized something. 

“What’s your name?” He asked, you stare back for a moment, overwhelmed and confused.

You gave him your name, and he pressed a kiss to your neck, breathing your name against your skin as he did. The question had distracted you enough that he managed to fully sheathe himself in you.  

Keening as you feel his hips make contact with yours, he pulls out and thrusts back in quickly. You let out a breathless moan, eyes crossing as you take him. His cock is stretching you out painfully, but the pleasure is just as sharp, the tip of his cock rubbing against your g-spot with each thrust. You can’t stop the little ‘ah ah ah’s leaving your mouth with each thrust. 

Shanks raised up to his knees, hips never faltering, his thumb catches on your clit, and you squeal again. He groaned as you clenched around him, nearly unable to move from how tight you are.  

“Fucking look at you.” He pants, eyes roving over your body. “Taking me so well. Fuck like you were made for my cock.” 

All shame has left you, not holding back as you moan and arch yourself up to him, tears clinging to your lash line. He thrusts harder now, your squeals egging him on. You feel dizzy from his cock, pulling your knees tighter to expose yourself more.  

“Atta girl.” His praise is filthy, his thumb pressing firm circles on your clit. “Fuck- your pussy is so warm, and wet-ugh fuck-I could stay here forever.” 

You clench again. 

“Ah you like that? You like being praised-fuck-should’ve just said that.” He leans over you more now, the new angle makes him feel even deeper. “Fuck-should just kee-keep you in my cabin, ready for my cock whenever I want.” 

Squelching loudly your pussy is gushing as you climax, it catches you off guard and you feel your tears finally fall. Crying out as he keeps going, not letting his thumb still, you plead for him to slow. 

“Nah, doll. You can take it-fuck-you will take it.” He pants, lowering his mouth closer to yours. “Your captain ever fuck you like this?” 

You gasp as he pinches your clit tightly, you shook your head, trying to banish all thoughts of your crew. Guilt licked at your insides as you felt overstimulated, you tried not to think about your betrayal. 

“Aww what a pity,” He cooed meanly. “I bet he wouldn’t let you outta his sight if he knew how good your pussy is.” 

“Don’t-” You cut yourself off with a moan. 

“What's the matter doll?” He asked gleefully, releasing your clit to prop himself up more, eyes on your scrunched up face.  

“Don’t wanna think about Kid.” You whined, twisting your face away, cheeks reddening. 

His laugh turns to a groan as you clench again. 

“Oh darling, say less.” He grinned, fucking into you with renewed vigor. “Keep thinking about me and my cock and nothing else.” 

So, you do, letting your eyes roam over him as you moan, the over stimulation less painful now. He lowers his mouth to your nipples, pulling one into his mouth and sucking harshly. He was still fully clothed, sans his coat, you're cum staining the front of his pants and hem of his shirt. 

With his mouth on your tit, you tangle your hands in his hair, pulling tightly as you feel him slow down. His thrusts become deeper now, taking his time and savoring the feel of your walls encompassing him. 

“Want you to cum again,” He moaned, nipple slipping from his mouth as he keened. The sound made you shudder. “Fuck-I’m not gonna-shit-gonna last.” 

You almost laugh, you’ve had three climaxes now, did he really need another. 

“Yes.” He hissed; oh, you said that out loud. “Need you to cum again, fuck what do you need.” 

“Wha-?” You ask breathlessly, brows knitted in confusion.  

Shanks shuddered, hair clinging to his sweaty brow. “What do you need to cum again? Want me to-hah-choke ya? You need a different position?” 

His attention and neediness make your head spin, it's so easy to forget he’d threatened you and your captain’s lives. His voice dripping with honey and want.  

“Come on,” He whined, actually whined. “Tell me, you wanna-fuck-ride me? Wanna choke me? Fuck you’ve been so good for me, need to reward ya.” 

Your eyes are wet and hazy as you finally consider his offer. 

“Untie me.” You said, voice high, he does so immediately, a small knife slice through the ropes. Your limbs are heavy as they unwind and cling to him properly now, your hands tugging on his shirt.  

Shanks takes the hint quickly, ripping his shirt open with a grin, smug that you're so desperate to touch him. His thrusts slow again but stay just as deep.  

“That it? That all you need?” He laughed. “You just wanna hold me.” 

You don’t answer right away, dragging a hand up his abs to his chest.

“Can I bite you?” You asked sweetly.  

He can’t answer verbally, whining as he thrusts harder and harder now, he’s nodding and hunching himself closer to you. He pulls your hair to bring your mouth to his shoulder. 

You sink your teeth in, biting down hard as he sneaks his hand between your bodies to stroke at your clit. He so close, you can feel his pulse under your teeth.  

“Harder, bite me harder.” He groaned, thrusting wildly now. “Until-fuck-until you get blood, fuck please!” 

You oblige, head dizzy as you get closer and closer to your orgasm, your jaw aches as you bite down. Just as you taste blood, your climax hits for the final time, you finally release him instead moaning in his ear.  

Shanks groans, pressing his head to your neck, wrapping his arm around you as he humps shallowly until he cums. Warm, thick ropes shoot into you, and you gasp, panic licking up your spine. 

“Wait no, pull out! Pull out!” You whine, thrashing against him, your climax drawn out by the action. “I can’t get pregnant, shit.” 

He laughs darkly in your ear, pressing kisses to your cheek and neck. “Fuck-I hope you do-hah shit-hope you pop out and red head kid that looks just like me.” 

You cry, actually crying as you come down, breathing heavy and whining no. 

“You better try to fool your captain,” He pulled back to look you in the eye. “Better get him drunk and sneak into his bed so he thinks it’s his.” 

You tremble, choking back a sob of panic and pleasure. Shanks isn’t done yet though, stroking your cheek gently, like you were lovers. 

“But we both know, if you do get pregnant, it’ll be mine.” He growled possessively, pressing his lips to yours in a cruel kiss, the first kiss you’d shared.  

He mercifully pulls out of you now, cum leaking out of you and onto his coat. You shakily fix your bra and top, brushing your tears away as you stand. Shanks retrieves his coat as soon as you move, helping you shimmy your shorts back up your legs. He doesn’t even hide as he slips your shredded panties into his pocket, winking at you as you stare.  

He even helps you put your boots and knee pads back on, his gentle actions conflicting with his cruel words.  

“Since you were such a good girl.” He spoke breezily, his shirt still torn, bite on display.  

He grips you by your hair roughly and again the two of you move faster than a blink, he shoves you to your knees and you feel sand crunch beneath you. Your back on the beach, right in front of a bewildered Killer, the rest of the beach was slowly emptying. Red Hair Pirates marching back to their ship, unaware of their captain’s presence. You didn’t see any Kid Pirates or allies remain though the Victoria Punk was still there.  

“This yours?” Shanks asked mockingly, yanking you off the ground, your feet swinging as you cried out weakly.  

Killer is a few meters away, weapons already drawn, he crouches low. 

“Release our medic, she’s not a threat.” He ordered, you almost laughed, you’d already tried that line. 

Shanks laughed again, shaking you slightly, hand still in your hair. You snarl and try to kick him, but he just rattles you like a cat caught by the scruff. 

“Awww give her some credit,” He said, voice patronizingly sweet. “She gave me a run for my Berris, distracted me long enough to lose track of that captain of yours.” 

Even with the mask on, it’s easy to see Killer is seething, his fingers twitching to fight even with his injuries.  

Shanks ups the tension, pulling you close enough to whisper in your ear, your first mate too far to hear. 

“I’ll be keeping tabs on you,” He whispered, your face flushed as you realized his breath still smelled like your pussy. “If I find out you’re pregnant, I’m coming for ya. Don’t even think about getting rid of it, I’ll just fuck another one into you.” 

You shuddered, gritting your teeth to avoid saying something you'd regret. 

Shanks suddenly threw you across the sand, just to Killer’s left. Your first mate of course dove to catch you, his arms tight as he held you to his chest. While Killer was distracted Shanks took the opening, appearing on the helm of his ship in the blink of an eye. 

Killer carried you to the ship silently, finally setting you down on the deck, your crew rush to rally around you. They cheered and clutched you, commending you for saving the captain and distracting Shanks long enough for them to regroup and avoid utter defeat.  

When you tried to leave, Killer had a firm hand on your neck, you didn’t even try to decode his masked expression as he stared at you. His thumb swiped at your mouth, you gasped Deja vu hitting you. He pulled his hand back to show you the dried blood he’d wiped from your mouth.  

“I think I bit him.” You said stupidly, voice dazed as you swayed, the stress and drop in adrenaline making you dizzy.  

Killer made a noise of shock, you blinked and tried to think clearly.  

“Or maybe not, I think I bit my tongue.” You hoped he didn’t see the bite mark on Shanks. There was no logical way you, of all people, could get close enough to bite one of the 4 emperors and survive. 

Killer released you, letting you wander back to your bunk, staying behind to steer the ship away from the island.  

Passing by the infirmary, you ducked in quickly, hoping to grab some emergency contraception before anyone came looking for you. Instead, you come face to face with your captain. Reclined on the cot by the door. 

“Boss!” You squeaked, stumbling as you tried to back out of the room.  

He lolled his head to look at you, the left side of his face and chest were bandaged, he also had fresh bandage on his missing arm. You resisted the urge to fret over him, shame seared across your skin, afraid he’d see your betrayal.  

“Hah?” He groaned, right eye dragging up and down your form. 

You fidgeted. 

“Thought you were a goner,” He muttered, eyes on your arms bruised and covered in blood, his blood. “Woke up and Killer told me what ya did. Fucking idiot, could’ve died.” 

You don’t argue, letting him glare at you, it made your guilt lesson.  

“Patch yourself up, I don’t care.” He ordered, nodding to the wall of supplies. You realized he assumed you were injured; you let him think that the blood was yours.  

Instead, you dig through the drawers, pulling out a few bandages and pain-relieving balms, blocking his view as you quickly grabbed a blister pack of the backup emergency birth control. Tucking your chin to your chest, hoping you didn’t have any hickeys, you started to leave. 

“Hey!” Kid called out, gruff voice rising.  

You turn back, trying to look him in the eye like you always did.  

“Where the fuck is your harness?”  

You blinked and looked down, realization dawning.  

Shanks had kept your jolly roger. 

“I think it fell off in the fight.” You said, voice hoarse.  

Kid clicked his teeth, like he was annoyed, you relished it. It felt like penance, like a step closer to forgiving yourself.  

“Ugh it’s fine, since you did so well, I’ll make ya another later.” He slumped back into the bed, closing his eye.  

He missed how you shivered at the now familiar phrase, your thighs clenching before you hurried out.  

[gds-daisy]

girls need love

pairing: thangyu x midsized fem!reader

summary: the one where reader has a breakdown before date night with namgyu and thanos.

warnings: body image issues, mental breakdown, domestic!thangyu, fluff, namgyu and thanos being total sweeties (shocker!)

a/n: i coincidentally put a bigbang reference in here let’s see if you can find it! also there may be a part two to this since i need to do a bit more research on threesome dynamics!

As you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, you were only met with disappointment at the sight of your body.

This wasn’t how you intended to feel today of all days. You had just finished getting ready for your dinner date with your boyfriends Thanos and Namgyu. Fast forward to now—you were now wearing a black bodycon dress paired with some black heels. disgusted with the way the clothes clung to your body. You picked at every curve and roll that was very evident through the material of the clothes. You hated it.

You always had a love-hate relationship with your body, which stemmed from your childhood. Being the heaviest girl in all of your friend group only made your insecurities fester into what it was now—hatred. You couldn’t help but feel sick to your stomach as you stared back at your reflection. You were too caught up in your appearance to hear the sound of your bedroom door opening behind you or the faint footsteps that followed. You were in your own world until a familiar voice spoke.

"Baby are you ready yet? Gyu's just finishing-" Thanos says, but before he could complete his sentence, you turned around. His jaw dropped as soon as he laid his eyes on you, now raking his eyes up and down your body. "Wow...you look fantastic, baby," he says with adoration.

"You think so?" you ask, your cheeks now at flushed after hearing his compliment.

"Of course I do. Why would you ask me something like that?," Thanos asks you, a puzzled look now taking over his face.

"It's just...I don't feel pretty. This dress doesn't hug me in the right ways." you confess to him with your head hung low. You felt ashamed.

“Are you kidding me? You look fucking amazing right now," he praises.

You should feel happy to hear him talk so highly about you in this moment, but it just made you feel worse. You didn't get what he saw in you. I mean how could he see past all the rolls you had or all the cellulite on your skin? Not only did he seem to, but so did Namgyu on multiple occasions. The thought of it alone was enough to make you start to get teary eyed. Thanos had seen the shift in your facial expression along with the faint tears that decorated your lower eyelids. Shit.

“Hey hey hey…don’t cry sweetie. It’s okay…” he says softly. He inches closer to before wrapping his arms around you. You can’t help but lean into the hug and bury your head into the crook of his shoulder while sobbing.

“I-I’m not good enough for you guys…y-you could do better than me,” you croak loud enough for him to hear.

“Listen to me…you are perfect just the way you are,” he reassures you as his hands run through the tresses of your hair. “You are more than enough. I promise you,” he continues.

“Hey babe, have you seen my watch any-“ was heard from behind the two of you, enough to startle you guys. “What’s going on here?” Namgyu asks out of concern due to Thanos having his arms around you.

“Our girl doesn’t think she’s pretty or good enough for us,” Thanos says to the raven haired man. “Told her none of that’s true.”

That was enough for Namgyu to walk closer to the two of you. “May I?” he asks Thanos, discreetly asking if he could chime in to which Thanos silently nods his head at before pulling away from the hug. “What’s got you feeling this way, huh?” Namgyu asks, the pad of his thumb coming up to your face to wipe away any tears that were still falling down your cheeks. “Was it something we did?” he asks.

You don’t answer right away which only makss Namgyu more anxious to hear your answer. See, contrary to popular belief, Namgyu did have a soft side. Hell, he didn’t know he had one before he met the two of you at Club Pentagon. Namgyu didn’t plan any of it. He thought he didn’t have time for love, but you guys changed his mind in the long run. He didn’t care if it made him seem weak to others. All that mattered to him was your guys’ happiness. And right now, you were clearly in distress.

The silence in the room only continues for a while longer before you finally get enough courage to spit out the words. “It’s this dress…it makes me look big…” you trail.

It takes Namgyu a few seconds to process your words. How could their girl say something like that?…something so unbelievably untrue. It pained him to see you like this. Hell, he knew it was killing Thanos as well even if he wasn’t saying anything at the moment.

“I think I speak for Thanos as well when I say this…you are the most breathtaking girl we’ve ever laid our eyes on. We don’t know how we pulled such an amazing girl like you, doll,” Namgyu coos, his hand now clutching yours as he rubs soft circles across the soft skin of your hand. “Isn’t that right, Thanos?” he asks.

“Absolutely fucking right,” Thanos says in return. Without hesitation, he inches closer to you and Namgyu. “You’re like a work of art in every single way. No matter how you see yourself, you will always remain perfect in our eyes. We’re always gonna be here to reassure you of that when that pretty little head of yours thinks otherwise, got it baby?” Thanos asks rhetorically.

“I’m sorry about all this…I’ve ruined our date night already and it hasn’t even started,” you say shakily.

“You haven’t ruined anything. We’re just so glad you told us about this. Me and ‘Gyu always wanna make sure you’re okay,” he affirms.

“I love you guys so much…I really do. Quite frankly, I don’t know what I would do without you guys,” you say, your voice and emotions betraying you in the process as you feel the tears start to fall again.

“Hey hey…don’t cry for us….c’mere, we’ve got you,” he says with a smile.

The three of you come together for a group hug, one that’s as comforting as a soft blanket. Namgyu and Thanos take turns caressing your head with their soft hands, enough for you to lean deeper into their warm embrace. At some point, the two men start to switch off kissing you on the lips as if you were the most fragile porcelain to ever exist, the rest of the world fading in the process.

The moment lasts for a while longer before you finally pull away with a newfound smile on your face. The expression is enough for them to look at each other with a sense of relief and happiness that came from being able to help you. That was all they wanted. You were their safe haven and they wanted to make sure they could provide you with the same sense of security you had given them so many times.

“Are you okay now?” Namgyu questions you.

“I think I am…all thanks to you guys,” you say with a weak chuckle.

“We’re just doing our job, baby,” Namgyu says in response.

“Damn right we are,” Thanos says cockily, earning a laugh from you, which only makes his heart beat faster for you. “Now c’mon, we’ve got a dinner date to get to,” he chides playfully.

And with that, the three of you slowly make your way downstairs with all of your hands intertwined with one another’s as you did so. You felt nothing but comfort with them by your side and that was enough for you to let all of your troubles float away, even if it was for the time being. You knew that as long as you had them, you would be okay. Hell, more than okay. They were everything you ever wanted out of life despite all of the hardships that came with it. What you guys shared was something that nobody else would ever be able to experience. They were your rocks, your best friend, and your home— all in one.

Safe to say, you weren’t going anywhere and neither were they.

[strawbearry-writes]

"The Bet"

“Haha! No really!?”

You can here the red and blue jester's laugh come from Jax's room. Pomni was over there “hanging out” with the asshole. At least that's what Ragatha thought.

She was with Zooble and Gangle chatting. (Well, mostly Zooble and She was so close with Pomni when she first came here. Why would she want to hang out with him?

“Ragatha?” Ragatha snapped out of thoughts when she heard Zooble. “Oh, I'm sorry, what are we talking about?”

“We were wondering why you were staring so hard towards Jax's room?”

“Uhh, nothing! Don't worry about it!”

“You sure?”* Zooble said looking worried.

“Yes! No worrying here!”* Ragatha sheepishly.

“HELLO MY HAPPY CAMPERS!”

"S#@! GOD What the #@$/! CAINE.”

...

“Haha! No, really!?” Pomni was sitting across from Jax on the edge of his bed while he was chilling on a beanbag.

"Yup! I'm basically a survivor of a traumatic experience.”

The rabbit smirked at his friend. *“Why? You don't agree?”

“Yeah… I don't think accidentally bumping into your co-worker who was making donuts and getting first degree burns counts.” Pomni giggled.

“Sure it doesn't…” Jax laid down next to Pomni on his bed. “Honestly, yesterday's adventures were pretty fun.”

*“Yeah, only mine though.”

Pomni turned towards him to get a better look at him. “Oh come on, what about the baseball one?"

“You mean when I was in the dress, forget about it.”

“I meant about when you were giving ‘evil’ you rabies afterwards.”

“Yeah and the evil you was pretty cool too.”

Pomni furrowed her nonexistent brows for less than a second so Jax didn't notice. She didn't want him to think she was jealous.Jax noticed however. “I mean that doesn't mean you're not cool either.”

"Really?”

“Yeah! You're funny to hang around and torture.” Jax nudged her on her arm.

*“I can see the torture part.”*Jax chuckled. They then just laid down with Pomni closing her eyes and falling asleep but Jax didn't stop looking at her.

Suddenly Jax heard knocks on the door and sparked up. *“Oh come on!”* Jax groaned as he got up and walked towards the door, grumbling.*“What?”* He exclaimed as he opened the door only to see Ragatha. *“Oh it's you.”

Ragatha looked and had her usual demeanor but there was this hint of something that Jax couldn't describe. But he knew it was towards him.

Ragatha smiled as she responded, *“Caine wants us to go to eat lunch, he said we could just relax all day.”*

“Ok, but I’m not in the mood of eating fake food again so im not joining,”* He said as he was closing the door. However, Ragatha put her foot between the door.*“Um, actually I was wondering if Pomni wanted to join?”* Ragatha asked ‘sweetly’ as she pried open the door.

Internally having to talk to Jax was pissing her off so bad. Especially, talking about Pomni.

“Uhhh,”* Jax looked at his bed where Pomni was, back to sleeping. She looked so peaceful. *“I think she's busy,”*Ragatha tighten her fists together as she slowly felt he patientce running out by half a second.

She still kept a forced smile.

“Oh really? With what?”*Jax looked at the rag doll and smirked. He was always up for some light taunting.

“My bed.”

“Jax! Y-”*Jax put his hand over her mouth.

“Shhh shh shhhhh. Keep it down will ya?”

“Why is she in your bed?”

“She's sleeping. Jeez Raggy.. what did you think we where doing? You dirty doll~”* *“It's still not right to insinuate that you were sleeping with Pomni!” Ragatha whispered screamed.

“I’m not sleepin, she is.” Jax said smuggly.

“You know what i mean!” Ragatha crossed her arms and looked away.

“I know that's what **you** want.”

*Ragatha turned around and uncrossed her arms, looking dead onto Jax's eyes.

*“What…”

“Please! Its so obvious you like her… you're jealous. And it's so sad to see.”

Jax was honestly scared since this reaction was out of character for Ragatha. If she noticed how this slightly jumbled Jax, she didn't make known. Yet still continued with his smug facade.

“I’m not jealous!”* The RagDoll faced him completely now. “Also why wouldn't Pomni want to go out with me than with a jerk like you!”

“Because I'm just better. That's why she's with me.”* Jax said pointing at himself*.**“You guys aren't dating!”

“Not yet!”*

*“I wouldn't be so sure about that.”*

Jax was about to turn back to his room but then slowly turned back.*“Is that a challenge?”* He leaned on the doorway as he looked at his circusmate intrigued.

“You know what Jax,”* Ragatha stepped closer to him and put her arms on her hips, saying in a smug tone *“Yes, yes it is. I bet that you won't date Pomni.” Maybe this could work in her favor.

Jax leaned closer towards Ragatha as she crossed her arms.“I bet you wont even try.”

She smirked.*“I bet Pomni won't even get off on you.”*Jax stepped back in mocking fear, even thought those words did hurt a bit.*“Wow, guess you're serious about this.”*

*“That's new.”

“If I get Pomni you stop being an insensitive jerk to everyone.”* she responded ignoring his snide remark

“Ok… But when you dont, I get to rub it in your face and you don't say anything. Also you have to eat a centipede in front of her.”

“O-”

*“And! You have to like it.”

“…”

Ragatha stared coldly at Jax as his deal felt like too much. That must be how much it meant for him to be a jerk.

“Fine.”

“Deal?”

Jax reached out his hand in front of the doll with a wicked grin. Ragatha took a deep breath before shaking it.

“Deal.”

"Ok! Now that that's over with I'm go back to my girlf- oops! I mean friend~ See ya Raggy.”

As Jax closed the door, stood there a while processing what she just did. She was not gonna let him get her when he doesn't deserve her, Pomni deserves better. She deserves her. She went back to sitting over by the couch with Zooble and Gangle pretending as if nothing had happened.

…

Jax closing the door, smug with his deal. Not because of seeing Ragatha embarrass herself in front of him, but but because he knows that he confident that Pomni will date him.

She was the only ones that actually seemed to care about him. And that he opened up too. Pomni shouldn't be with a toxic person. Though that may be contradicting, since he may be considered by others that way. But who cares about others, he cares about her.He sat down next to Pomni at the bed looking at her fondly.

“You look so stupid~”* Jax whispered. He loved just being next to her. He really hoped she loved being next to him too.

Author's note~ I love Funnybunny and Jealous Ragatha. x100. I also love this trope as stated in my earlier post. Anyways thanks for reading! <3

[synced-love]

Creativity - Mercurial Creativity

Mercury

Music - Musically, they are both good. I think Virgos are R&B/Pop artists, and as writers, like Mariah Carey. even though she doesn't have any Virgo placements, her lyrics are very advanced for a singer. Actually, I'm pretty sure Mariah has a Virgo 6th house, and the 6th house has to do with day-to-day jobs, health, and routine. and since singing is her day-to-day job, I can see where that writing is. Geminis are more Hip Hop/Rap Pop because even though Virgos are very lyrical, Geminis can express complex things, though like 2 sentences. Kendrick Lamar is a Gemini sun, Venus, and Chiron, and we truly saw how he ended Drake with his words in 2024. Also, on a less popular note, Kanye West, as bad of a person as he can be, there's no denying he's a musical and lyrical genius. Now, of course, there can be Virgo placements who can be lyrical like Nicki Minaj, who is a Virgo moon, but I also think her Sag placements play into her writing skills. And on a side note, mutable signs + Leo are very animated, especially if they are rappers.

Writing - some of the best writers, because well, they are literally ruled by the planet all about writing and information. To me, Geminis are better fictional writers than Virgos, but Virgos are better essay and blogger types of writers. But they don't mean that one can't do the other, but that's just what I've noticed. actually, if I had to rephrase being able to write fictional things, I think Virgos are able to make fictional things realistic, so like writing about something that never happened, but it's still set in the real world, while Geminis write something more outer worldly. I think Geminis are some of the best writers.

Fashion - When it comes to fashion, I think that Virgo takes the cake. though Geminis are very creative with what they wear or put together, Virgos are more able to take something that's really kitschy and weird and make it classic, make classy things look quirky. I feel that Geminis just look and dress quirky in general. I mean, look at Bella Hadid. She has a Virgo stellium, and she always wears very chic, classy, but inspiring and entertaining clothing. Nicki Minaj and Doja Cat have Virgo moons, and they always look good, always look fashion forward; they just always look innovative to me. But Geminis are still really good at styling, think of Kanye and Kim when they were together, they had really different but cool fashion. I'm pretty sure Kanye styled a lot of her most looks

Visual - When it comes to visual things like videos and photography, I think both of them are good at them. a part of my thinks that Virgos are better, but then another part of me says Geminis are better. I think they are both good at photography and filmography. I don't really have much else to say about this because it's not really something I look into, but I do think they excel at MVs.

Gemini

They are the best Hip-Hop artists, hands down. (low key sag placements too, but we're not talking abt them rn). For Gemini Stelliums/MC, I would recommend either a more youthful and bright image or a more organized chaos image. Before Kanye went crazy, he was still chaotic, but people found it funny or truthful.

Virgo

Virgos (along with Libras and Leos) are pop stars. R&B stars as well. but mostly pop stars because of their ability to portray perfection, analyze different algorithms, and rise to trends, so they're able to emulate that. For something, their image as an artist, I would recommend a Virgo dominant/MC have a more polished look and should really take the time to perfect and master their craft.

AND OMGG how could I forget about THE Virgoan King of pop. Though he does have some Leo placements, we can definitely see his Virgo sun shine through because of his almost clean image and very perfectionist tendencies in his music and his public perception.

[nostalgiaforplacesweneverknew]

I’m obsessed with your Lewis Pullman character stuff omgg

I’d like to humbly request some Todd Stevens x Sorority President!Reader hcs, very bougie king and queen vibes

Omggg thank you so much <3 That makes me really happy to hear! And sorry this is so short, but I hope you like this~

Todd Stevens x fem!Reader | 0.6k | Headcanon, fluff, some mentioned spiciness but nothing crazy.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ▹ Wherein you and Todd are the campus power couple.

You and Todd are the it couple on campus. 

People get quiet when you two walk into class together, sometimes they just watch while you two do random couple things. You’re getting coffee or lunch together, you’re having a picnic on the quad lawn, or you waltz in late to one of his events and Todd just holds out his arm to welcome you to his side, and there’s always a small gathering of people just whispering and swooning. 

And listen, I know he’s a frat bro, but I’m obsessed with softer moments with Todd. 

You’re not a huge fan of matching outfits (sorry if you actually are, but I’m not lol) so you do things a little more subtle. Maybe he shows up at your annual sorority formal in your house’s colours, or maybe you show up at one of his events wearing a dainty gold necklace with his frat’s crest in a custom-made charm. He kisses it gently later that night, the charm pressed between his lips and your clavicle, once you’re alone. 

Right before a formal event, maybe some kind of fancy charity gala, Todd’s smirking at you in the way that gets you all heated. His tie is hanging loosely around his neck, but he just leans in close, his voice low, “You gonna tie it for me, baby, or just stare at my mouth all night?” 

I mean, you could.

But you obviously get your revenge, putting on your prettiest dress and turning around so your back is to him. You give him a meaningful look over your shoulder, “Help zip me up?” Todd just looks at you for a few seconds, his gaze heated�� 

And then you end up being twenty minutes late to the gala, your knees a little wobbly and your hair not quite so perfect anymore, and Todd not even trying to hide his smug little smirk.

Also, Todd is possessive, don’t get me wrong, but he’s also so damn confident. So if someone is stupid and decides flirt with you in front of him, he just walks up casually and wraps an arm around your waist. You look up and smirk, because he’s still got your lipstick all over his jawline from when you kissed him earlier. He obviously makes no move to wipe it off when people try to point it out, he just shrugs and turns to the person who was flirting with you, “Don’t worry about me. Just stay in your lane, hm?” 

You, on the other hand, get jealous sometimes. Todd is so handsome, so charming, and he’s the respected president of the university’s most prestigious fraternity. He could have anyone… and when some perky sophomore girl spends all night trying to get into his pants, he just brushes past her without even sparing a glance in her direction. When he reaches you in the crowd, Todd holds you close, all smug smiles and infuriating smirks before he’s kissing your pout away and whispering in your ear, “Don’t be jealous, baby. You know only a queen…” he presses another firm kiss to your cheek, “…can bring a king to his knees.” 

And he proves it to you when you’re back home later, spending the rest of the night on his knees and making you scream his name.

I think your sorority sisters would treat him like one of the girls. They let him crash movie nights, ask him to set them up with his fraternity brothers—to which he’s like, “noooo, you’re all way too good for those guys” and butters them up because it makes you smile. Sometimes, you come downstairs after changing into your comfy PJs and he’s sitting there surrounded by your sisters wearing matching face masks and watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.

The guys at KNA treat you like a queen. The frat is usually in pretty gross condition (because duh, bunch of guys living together??) but when they know you’re coming over, they clean it from top to bottom. They all chipped in and bought you your own personal mug to keep in the kitchen. It’s pink and says “First Lady ♡” in glitter. No one’s ever allowed to touch it except to keep it clean. Your sorority sisters are welcome any time, like “any friend of the First Lady is a friend of ours!” energy. When they’re giving frat house tours, there’s a picture of you and Todd on the wall and they’re like:

“Oh, that’s the First Lady. She doesn’t live here but don’t get it twisted… this is her house.” 

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐕𝐈𝐕 ༊*·˚

[katethetank]

Yours for the Night - Chapter 1

Rating: 18+ minors gtfo Plot: A chance encounter with a mysterious woman ends with Eddie making a career change he never would have considered. Working as a male escort has its perks, and the tips for his extra services are too tempting to pass up. He loves his job. He’s good at his job. He’s professional. Charming. Adapts to whatever his clients need him to be. He never gets thrown off his game. Never lets emotions get involved. Never crosses the line between business and something more. Until Steve Harrington. Chapter Summary: Eddie is approached by a mysterious woman and given a job offer he may not be able to refuse. CW: Alcohol consumption, a spicy proposition Pairing: Escort!Eddie x Rich!Steve Word Count: 1.6k (First few chapters will be shorter, last few will NOT)

Masterlist>>Chapter 2

“Hey, what can I get you?”

“A bourbon Manhattan would be great, thanks.”

Not what Eddie would have expected from the pocket-sized woman sitting on the other side of the bar, but ok. He pulls a bottle of Makers off the shelf behind him and stops in his tracks when she corrects him.

“Not that shit. Buffalo Trace, please.”

He turns his head and raises an eyebrow at her. A woman of good taste. It’s not an overly expensive liquor, but it’s fucking delicious. “You got it.”

Eddie puts the wax covered bottle back and grabs the Trace, pouring it into a glass with one of those big ice blocks in it, adds a few shakes of some locally made orange bitters, a splash of the good vermouth, gives it a stir, and garnishes it with a luxardo cherry. Sliding it across the glossy bar top, he grabs the card she’s already got set out and asks, “You want to leave it open?”

She gingerly takes the glass first, holds eye contact while she takes a sip, licks her lips, and nods. “Keep it open.”

He taps the card once on the bar in acknowledgement and takes it over to the register to start her tab. He doesn’t think he’s seen her here before, but being a busy bar in Chicago, she could have been in here a thousand times and he might not have noticed. He’s been working here for a few years now, and after a while the faces all just started to blend together.

Tonight though, she has his attention. Not like that. He’s as queer as a three dollar bill, but this woman just has some kind of presence that sort of demands attention. She’s sitting alone, completely unbothered by that fact, just enjoying a fucking well made cocktail if he does say so himself, and silently watching Eddie as he works. She’s tiny. Big eyes, small frame, dressed well as far as he can tell, and has this aura of confidence that’s almost bewildering.

She asks for another after sipping the drink slowly, and Eddie gets her a fresh glass. The corner of her mouth ticks up like she appreciates that he didn’t just refill the glass she already had. As he works the bar and slings drinks left and right, he can’t help but notice her eyes on him. She’s looked him up and down with an analyzing gaze that kind of makes him feel like a piece of meat. He gets hit on by women pretty often, and Eddie is mentally preparing himself for having to tell her “sorry darling, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

When she finishes her second drink, he makes his way over to ask if she’d like another, totally bracing himself for some kind of pickup line. 

“Is this your only job?”

Ok, not at all what he thought she’d say. Furrowing his brow he tells her, “Yeah, I’m here about four nights a week.”

“And does it pay well?”

Seriously, what is going on? He can’t imagine why she would be asking him such a weird (and ok, kind of invasive) question. “It pays the bills, yeah.” Eddie gestures towards her glass. “Did you want another?”

“Have you considered going into another line of work?”

What the hell? If this lady is trying to scam him into some MLM scheme, he’s absolutely not interested. Selling leggings or candles or some shit is not appealing in the slightest. He’s trying to think of a way to kindly tell her to fuck off without screwing himself out of a tip when she leans in.

“I own a business that I think would suit you very well. You’ve got the look for it. The charm. Something my clients would definitely be interested in.”

Eddie looks her over again. She sort of oozes power, and with the cryptic way she’s propositioning him, he can’t help but be curious as to what the fuck this pint sized boss bitch does for a living. “I’m closing up in 30. Hang back and we can talk?”

She smirks at him like she already won and nods, pushing her glass back across the bar. He makes her another Manhattan and announces that it’s last call.

Once the bar is cleared out, the door locked, and the sign turned off, Eddie approaches the patron side of the bar and takes a seat next to this mystery woman. “Ok, you’ve piqued my interest. What exactly is this business of yours?”

“I own an escort service.”

Eddie immediately barks out a laugh. “Fuck off!”

She just looks at him, unimpressed. 

“Fuck off. Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.”

Eddie scoffs, not quite believing that she isn’t fucking with him. “So what, you’re looking for hookers or something?”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m not a pimp. And it’s not sex work. Not unless you’d want it to be. It’s a companion agency and there’s an untapped market for gay male escorts.”

“How do you even know I’m gay?”

She raises an eyebrow at him, which…ok fine. “I clocked you the minute I sat down. Don’t play dumb with me, it’s not a good look for you. And you do look good. I can think of a handful of clients off the top of my head who you would be perfect for. And these clients? They have money. A lot of money. I don’t run some shoddy operation that’s just a cover for prostitution. This is a legit high end business, and there’s money to be made for someone like you.”

Eddie is fucking baffled. He’s just a bartender. Yeah, the bar is nice and he has to dress in black slacks and a white button up every day, so sure he looks alright. But what the fuck is this lady thinking? “What…why me?”

“You’re a good looking guy. Young. Fit, if maybe a bit on the skinny side. Might need to trim some of that hair, but the look works for you. And I’ve been watching you. You’re good with strangers. You banter well with them, listen, engage, and get good reactions out of them. You’re charming. And intuitive. Don’t think I didn’t notice how you made my drinks with the good ingredients rather than the rail shit after I asked for a better bourbon. You notice what your clients want and you make adjustments to give them just that. I really think you’d be a good fit for this line of work.”

“And uh…what exactly does this work entail?”

She smirks again like she won. “The clientele varies, but it’s usually men who are looking to have someone accompany them to events. Charity balls, galas, gallery openings. These men have class. We would just need to clean you up a bit. Get you a nice wardrobe, which would be provided for you…a little grooming. You’ve got potential.”

“Are you trying to tell me I need to chop my hair off? Because that’s non-negotiable.” He can’t believe he’s even considering this. 

“Not entirely. I can tell it’s a part of your whole look. It could just stand to be cleaned up a bit. Think sort of…70’s Mick Jagger length.”

Ok. Yeah. Eddie could work with that. Jagger was a fucking fox with that shag. He could do that. Wait, is he actually considering this? “Ok, so…you’re telling me I’d just basically go on dates with rich assholes and then…what? I get paid for it? No expectations?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. This is a legal business. All of the clientele is vetted, they send their requests through the agency, we find the most suitable matches for them, handle all the details of where and when, and you would just have to show up. This isn’t some back alley shit. These are classy events, or sometimes just men who want someone to dine with them at a fancy restaurant. They pay for your services through the agency, and you get your cut when the date is done. Simple as that.”

Services. His services. She’s making it sound totally legit and not shady at all, but that word sticks out like a sore thumb. “What do you mean by ‘services?’ You said it’s not sex work.”

“It’s not. You’re providing companionship for an evening.”

“So none of your…escorts or whatever sleep with the clients?”

“If the clients are inclined to provide a tip for additional services, that’s outside of the agency. We don’t ask questions, and it’s not expected. Most dates are just cut and dry, accompanying the client to the event, and that’s it.” Her stoic, professional demeanor cracks just a bit. “Look, some of our escorts do provide those types of services, but not all of them. It would never be expected of you to do that. And we would never push. It would be entirely your choice if that’s something you would feel comfortable with. But honestly…I have watched you tonight, and I really think you’d be great at this. It could be an excellent opportunity for you, and I guarantee you’d be making a hell of a lot more being served drinks at a gala than slinging drinks behind this bar.”

Eddie should have known from that first smirk she gave him that she would be getting what she wanted. This is the most tempting offer he’s ever received. He could try it out, right? Just like…one time and see how it goes?

“Let me think about it.”

She reaches into her handbag and slides a black business card across the bar. 

Nancy Wheeler Chicago Connections

“I look forward to hearing from you.”

Masterlist>>Chapter 2

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[randoms-pokemon-garbage]

A mildly warm take that I've somehow never seen before.

The SuMo art style is very good, but Ash has a bad design.

Everyone else looks fine, it's just that he wasn't adapted to the art style well. He's always been a very angular and spiky character, so making him soft and squishy was never going to go over well with the fans, but Ash specifically looks terrible in a way that none of the other characters do, and I think it soured everyone's opinion of the show before they could actually watch it.

Character design rant below the cut.

Regarding his design being bad, I'm actually surprised that nobody's cared to explain why he doesn't look right beyond "he's SQUISHY >:C" because if you look at his SuMo design alongside the others, it's actually pretty easy to see what's wrong with him.

They messed up his anatomy.

Let me explain.

Throughout the course of the previous anime series, Ash has had a relatively consistent facial structure, even during the switch to digital animation. SuMo, however, drew his face wrong and for some reason, they just kept it like that.

The image I found in this Reddit post has them all side by side (minus Journeys) and with them all together, it's pretty blatantly obvious what they got wrong with his anatomy.

His eyes are too small and his mouth is too big. That's it.

Stylized as SuMo was, I'm genuinely shocked that they didn't go back and fix something as simple as this, given how much effort they put into the rest of the animation.

Another weird thing about this design is that nobody else in the anime has proportions like this. It's literally just Ash. I'd be more understanding of the "It's just a different art style!" crowd if that weren't the case, but Ash's design is uniquely bad in a way that none of the other characters are.

Fuck, Mallow's face structure is more Ash-like than the Ash we got in SuMo. If it's really just stylization, why didn't they make him look more like her instead of what we got?

Along with the fucked up anatomy, I don't like his outfit and I don't think that it's something that Ash would realistically wear day-to-day, given what we've seen him with before. The color scheme is right, but throughout the series, he's shown a preference for wearing sportswear, particularly lightweight jackets and fingerless gloves that look similar to the special batting gloves that baseball players use. Comparatively, the outfit he wears in SuMo looks like something he pulled out of the Old Navy bargain bin. It might be a decent enough outfit for another character, but it doesn't look right for Ash.

Obviously he wasn't actively traveling like how he was in the prior generations, but because he never stopped working with Pokémon while he was in Alola, I don't see a reason for him to drop the sportswear. Even when they dressed him up as fucking Calem in XY, they did the bare minimum and modified his outfit so that it was more appropriate for his character, cutting off the sleeves and letting him keep his gloves. If they were that hellbent on making him cosplay Elio from the games, why didn't they do the same thing they did in XY?

I also generally hated the relatively short lived XY-SuMo trend of putting him in other characters' outfits and I'm glad it died. Rest in piss.

In short, despite what rage baiting YouTube channels would have you believe, SuMo doesn't have the worst art style ever made.

(That honor goes to Journeys, but that's a rant for another day.)

Hell, it doesn't even have a bad art style, and the show is both a fun break from the bland edgefest that was XY and just a generally well animated series. Ash's design just sucks because for whatever reason, the character designers went out of their way to make it suck, and I'm sad that the animators got so much shit for it when it was just one shitty design in a sea of good ones.

So to all the people who have been fighting for a million years over whether SuMo is ugly or not, here's your answer.

There is one (1) ugly character design in the show that breaks all of the design conventions of that show for no reason and everything else is great. All of you can shut up now. Goodbye.

[eden-writes-stuff]

The pizza-pool-party-predicament

@steddiebingo ~ prompts: pool / firt kiss ~ wordcount: 1801 ~ ao3 here

Nancy was the first one to arrive - as always. At only five after seven.

"You know, usually, when people say 'seven' no one is actually coming until eight and nothing’s gonna happen until nine", Steve greeted her. 

"I know. Which gives me enough time to make sure there is nothing around that one could summon the dead with." She hung her jacket in the hallway before striding past him into the living room.

"You're never going to let me live that down, will you?" Steve sighed, following her. 

"You mean, 'will I get over almost being killed'?"

Shaking his head, Steve dropped onto the couch. "Knock yourself out, but I'm not helping you."

"Fine by me."

She spent an entire hour carefully clearing the living room before she continued to the kitchen. 

Robin and Vickie arrived half an hour later. 

"What is she doing?" Vickie asked when she saw Nancy bring a bunch of knives into the cellar. 

"Locking away everything that could be used for satanic rituals, don't worry about it," Steve answered before quickly moving on to Robin. "Hey, how're you doing?" He pulled her into a quick hug before patting her on the shoulder. 

“Drinks are in the kitchen. The pizza will get here any minute," he explained, stepping to the side so the girls could pass through the living room onto the patio. 

"You're such a great mom," Robin grinned teasingly, following Vickie into the living room, but halted when she passed Steve. 

"Is it weird?" she asked him quietly. 

"What do you mean?"

"That I brought Vick? I mean, I'm not gonna stop dating her because of anyone's opinion, but like, when I bring her around. I just don't want it to throw off the whole group dynamic. And you know how bad I am at reading this stuff, so I need you to be honest with me."

Steve smiled gently at his friend, shaking his head. "Don't worry. She fits in pretty nicely. I mean, I just want you to be happy, and if she's the girl for that, I won't stop you. She and Eddie already sort-of know each other from band, and she seems to really get along with Nancy as well-" he pointed over his shoulder where Vicky seemed to be shooting question after question about rituals and demons and everything else at Nancy, who loved explaining things she cared about. "So, yeah. I think it could be a lot worse."

Robin smiled in relief, letting out a long sigh. "Okay, good, because I really don't want this thing to mess up our group, because you guys are like the only friends that I have, and-" 

Steve put one arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to him. "Oh, Robin..." He was about to come up with some cheesy wisdom when the shrill ringing of the bell saved him. "Food!"

"Nice!" Robin grinned in anticipation, already making her way toward the door. 

But the person outside was not the pizza guy. 

It was Eddie Munson. Dressed in swimming shorts and a shirt of a band Steve had heard him mention before. His messy hair was tied up in a tight bun.

Steve felt his knees get weaker with every second he looked at the man in front of him. 

He had never seen Eddie in shorts before. He'd had no idea what he had been missing. 

"Steve, what did we say about eyefucking?" Robin groaned, pushing him to the side to let Eddie come into the house. 

"I was just..." Steve shook his head in determination. "You're early!"

"You said seven, it's half past 8. I'm perfectly on time."

"No, but for you. I didn't expect you to come before 10. I mean, we didn't expect-"

"Don't pull me into this, loverboy," Robin argued, already stepping backwards, leaving them both in the hallway. Steve knew that she would be spying on them from the living room.

"You're just disappointed I'm not the pizza guy, aren't you?" Eddie smirked, teasing. 

Steve decided to take the safe way out and nodded quickly. "Yeah", he cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound steady. "Yes, I am." 

~

Pizza arrived half an hour later. Eddie and Nancy were hanging out in the pool, and for once not arguing. Steve was talking to Robin, while Vickie was fixing up some drinks for them in the kitchen. They had quickly learned what an amazing Bartender Vickie was - if you could keep her from coming up with some crazy, experimental drink.

As soon as the bell rang, Eddie was rushing past them for the door like an excited puppy.

Steve didn't see exactly what happened; he only heard a squeak and a scream, and then a lot of cursing from the foyer. Instinctively he turned toward the noise.

"I swear to god, if you got the carpet dirty, I will get those candles out and personally sacrifice you to Vecna," he shouted, quickly making his way through the house.

The carpet was fine. Eddie, however...

"You ruined the pizza! Look at it, it's all over me," he was yelling, picking bits of pizza toppings off of him, while the tomato sauce dripped over his skin. 

"You ran into me. How was I supposed to see you coming?" Vickie was still holding the pizza boxes, but after a minute returned from her freeze to pick up the slices from the floor. 

Robin turned up behind Steve and started laughing and snorting uncontrollably. 

"If there's pizza, people are gonna be unpredictable!"

"Oh, so I should predict the unpredictable?"

"Yes, you should!"

Steve decided to step in before things could escalate further. "Let's get you cleaned up before you make a mess," he said, carefully placing a hand on Eddie's bare shoulder and pushing him towards the stairs. His skin was warm from the sun."Rob, would you help your girlfriend clean up the floors while I help Ed out?"

Robin looked like she was about to protest and mention how sexist it was, letting the women do the cleaning up, when her eyes met the spot where Steve was still touching Eddie. "Yeah, sure thing. I got you covered."

Steve was thanking her quietly, while he led a cursing Eddie upstairs into the bathroom. 

"There you go, you can use the shower and I'll see if I have some pants that could fit you," Steve explained. 

~

Steve picked the cleanest, most boring pair of underwear he could find before knocking against the bathroom door. Eddie opened just enough for him to stick his arm through. "Thanks," he muttered quietly before closing the door. 

"I... I'll go looking for some pants," Steve announced, leaving Eddie to himself. What pants did Eddie want? He usually wore black jeans, but Steve didn't have any of those. Maybe dark blue? But those were pretty tight. Steve wasn't sure if he would survive Eddie in skinny jeans. Seeing him in swimming shorts had been bad enough. 

A knock at the door pulled his mind back to reality. 

He turned around to see Eddie in the doorway in nothing but Steve's underwear, hair flowing over his shoulders like spilled  ink. 

The dim light of the sunset shone through the blinds, leaving bright stripes on the floor and across Eddie's body. 

Slowly, Steve rose back on his feet, eyes never leaving the man in front of him. "I got some jeans here. You should probably take a look yourself."

"Oh, I'm not picky, just give me anything," Eddie answered, shaking his head. 

"I doubt that. Just take whichever one you want."

"Okay, thanks." 

Steve relished in the small, thankful smile Eddie had granted him. He looked even better like that.

"I can feel you staring, you know?" 

The soft voice dragged him back to reality, in which Eddie was looking right at him, still in his underwear, a knowing smile on his pink lips.

Steve cleared his throat, averting his eyes to the ground. "Sorry. I didn't- I'll just leave you alone." Idiot!

Steve used to be so confident. He was great at flirting. Until Eddie came along. Whenever they were in the same room, he just wanted to sink to his knees and do the most unholy things.

He was already halfway out the door when Eddie spoke up again, voice shaking nervously. "Or you could stay..."

Steve paused, unmoving. He didn't dare to speak. 

"Just... if you'd like to... stare some more?" Eddie cleared his throat. 

It took him a moment to find his voice again. "You- don't you mind? Being stared at?"

"Not by those eyes." 

It was the sort of thing people said before their brain could stop them. 

Steve had to do something. Eddie was clearly... probably... maybe flirting. He couldn't let an opportunity like that pass. 

Slowly, he turned around, letting his eyes trail over the other man's body. Up from his thighs over his hips, to his chest and arms, then his neck up to his hair, lips, and then his eyes. 

"I wouldn't mind you staring either."

"That's good..."

"Why?"

"Because I stare a lot. I'm just not as obvious about it," Eddie smirked.

Steve decided to take one careful step towards him. Here he was, alone in a dim room with Eddie Munson. Their friends were downstairs, probably eating whatever was let of the pizza. Steve wouldn't trade places with any of them for anything in the world.

"I'm not that obvious."

"Not really. But once you notice, it's impossible to miss." Eddie mirrored his movements, closing the distance between them, inch by inch. 

"Well, once you start staring at you, it's impossible to stop," Steve admitted quietly. 

"Flattery will get you everywhere, my love."

"I'm exactly where I want to be," Steve answered, stopping when they were facing each other, breath mixing, noses almost touching. 

His eyes met Eddie's, but eventually found his lips and lingered there. They seemed impossibly soft. He wondered, for perhaps the 200th time that week, what they would taste like. 

He got his answer a second later.

Eddie Munson tasted of booze, and smoke, and delicious sin. Further than that, he was a great kisser, and his hands were just big enough to grab Steve's ass. 

What really settled it was the quiet moan that escaped Eddie's lips when Steve's hand found its way into his hair. 

Unable of any other rational thought, Steve turned them both around, pressing Eddie up against the door.

He let his lips caress the skin of his neck, making their way up to the little tattoo below his ear. 

Eddie sighed in delight, leaning his head the other way. 

"I guess the others will have to wait a little longer for us," Steve murmured, looking up at Eddie, who quickly nodded in agreement. 

"Looks like it."

[mysteriesofmilo]

Yes!

Isabella was nervous about the idea at first. She said she didn't like Paris. But Phineas insisted that there was only one place he could spend his honeymoon with the cutest girl in the multiverse.

Because, once they got there, Phineas revealed that he had made a mental note of everything Isabella wanted to do with him in Paris. He explained that they all sounded like great ideas, but they were in too much of a rush to do it that day. (So that's why he insisted on having the wedding in mid-June!)

(I'll note here that while Candace and Isabella had been making all the plans for the wedding, including Buford's Phineas-in-a-tuxedo on the wedding cake, Phineas had been busy with Ferb making all the plans for the honeymoon.)

One night, they shared a crêpe sucrée at a Parisian café, then took a break and smelled some flowers underneath the Eiffel Tower. Another night, they shared a crème brûlée. One day, they tried some fancy cheese (and laughed when they found certain flavors disgusting), perused the galleries, tried on berets (again laughing when they took them off and their hair was all messed up), and took an evening stroll down the Champs-Élysées. Phineas even took advice from his best man and gave Isabella a rose, as he whispered "ma chérie, je t'aime." (French for "My darling, I love you")

They went on an afternoon boat ride on the Seine, but Phineas had another surprise up his sleeve: before the boat could land, he helped Isabella into a fun preserver, and they floated away down the river. As they floated, they held hands and watched the sunset together.

They spent a few hours at a movie. While they couldn't understand much of what was said due to it being French, they could generally figure out what was going on. Phineas decided to dress up as the hero after the movie. So Isabella naturally decided to dress up as the heroine. They then recreated a few scenes, putting in their own English dialogue instead (and laughing at each other's corny jokes!)

At one restaurant, Phineas ordered iced tea and asked "You want some, honey?" When Isabella asked him to repeat, he smiled and repeated "You want some, honey?"

One night, Phineas had booked them a private room at a restaurant. The wallpaper was decorated with butterflies, and they ended the night with ice cream.

One day they rode a ferris wheel together and saw the city from above.

And on their last day in Paris, Isabella finally asked Phineas why he only booked a one-way flight to Paris. (He had also booked one-night stops in Tokyo and the Himalayas on the way there to recreate the experience, but he hadn't booked a return flight to Danville.) He showed her what he had been working on: a small-scale replica of the baguette boat version of the Amazing Sun Beater 3000, with only two seats. (It was much harder without Ferb, but that's why it took him the entire visit.) He said that he had used satellite images to locate the island in the Atlantic where they had been stranded (it was pretty easy, considering it was the only island they could find with a big fat ox), and set a course for it. There they sat down and enjoyed another beautiful sunset. Then after the sun went down, Phineas pulled out a giant piece of paper (that Ferb had folded for him) from under the seats, along with a giant rubber band and a small piece of rope he had saved, and the two of them recreated the giant slingshot. And they flew home to Danville after all. Finally, Phineas announced that he HAD now traveled the four corners of the globe, all for Isabella.

Phineas and Isabella go to Paris for their honeymoon cuz Phineas felt bad about being so oblivious the first time

[kekewrites]

Tw. Insecure/bratty/tsundere reader, dark content, noncon, dubcon, obsession, sloppy blowjob, attempted breakup, manipulation, size kink, overstimulation, multiple creampies, cunnilingus, baby trapping, coercion, aftercare

***

Thinking about dating an angelic guy.

You always wonder why, out of all the pretty and influential girls chasing after him, he chose you. It doesn't help how of a unit he is. Your typical perfect guy, popular, rich, and body that's comparable to a Greek God... and his voice— how you love his gentle and warm voice, there's just something about it that hypnotize you.

He always compliments you, shower you with affection, and be an absolute sweetheart. It gets you pissy. You don't know why you're always in a foul mood around him, he's not even doing anything that could trigger you. He takes a breath and you're already fuming. Grumbling profanities that he would laugh at wholeheartedly, like you didn't curse his entire being.

You hate how perfect he is. Hate how much you adore him. Hate how much you love him, and inside your mind you always question if he genuinely loves you. Maybe he's just playing with you? Waiting for the day he'd humiliate you, telling how you're too idiotic to even believe someone like him could ever love you.

That's probably why you're always cautious around him, you don't believe him enough to love an average girl like you.

***

He can't believe he's dating the cutest in the world. Everytime you scowl, show that adorable pout, he just wants to squish your cheeks together and kiss you plenty. Like a little kitty hissing when you sneer curses at him.

It's adorable really.

You'd say you didn't want to go to the movies he chose. Yet, you arrived earlier than expected, wearing a hint of makeup in that cute dress of yours. Makes him want to crush you. You put in the effort, took the time, even gave him the watch he'd been talking about—his favorite.

He really loves you. Really really loves you but why are you acting like he doesn't? He's confused. Hasn't he done enough to show you, tell how much he adores you? It makes him sad. Don't you know how much he's holding back? There's only so much he could take, you know. He could just take you everytime you run that cute foul mouth of you, shove his cock to make you shut up. But he's so patient with you because he loves you.

So don't push him too much, ok? Or else you might not like it when he finally show you his desire.

***

"You're late," you grumble, sending him a glare. Your arms are crossed, and your foot taps impatiently on the ground.

He chuckles, a soft, knowing smile playing on his lips. "I arrived just on time, sweetie," he says, stepping closer. "You're just too excited for our date, no?" His voice is teasing, but his eyes are warm, sparkling with affection.

You huff in response, but you can feel the corners of your mouth betraying you, tugging into a smile. He notices and takes your hand, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles.

"You're just so cute, you know? I really wanna crush— ow!" He hiss slightly as you swat his arm. He pouts a little, "You're strong, you're gonna leave a bruise."

You roll your eyes— as if that's gonna happen. Huffing you tug on his hand, "Let's go. I'm starving."

He smiles, looking at your back, "Ok, sweetie~."

Ah, you really are so cute.

He can't wait to fuck you.

***

"Why're you not eating, sweetie? Is the food not to your liking?"

Your appetite was gone the moment that waitress flirted with him, leaving you empty and bitter. This always happen. You're sick of it, sick of being jealous and feeling shitty for not looking like his girlfriend. Are you really worthless by his side? Do people not see you as his companion?

"Sweetie?"

You didn't want to lash out on him so you remained silent. Too bitter to talk. Even the food turned bitter, leaving you more upset.

He's such an idiot. But you're more of an idiot for being triggered by that stupid waitress, too much of a wuss to tell her he's taken, that he's yours. You're the idiot.

"I don't wanna eat anymore," you bitterly muttered, your face covered by the shadows of your hair, hiding that frown you wore he always seems to love on you.

He gets a sick twisted feeling in his guts, watching how jealous you get whenever some worthless wench tries to get his attention. It satisfies his urge, his sick thoughts hidden by his angelic face. You really love him, don't you? His lips curving into a sweet smile, eyes twinkling with desires. If only you know how much he gets off with you being jealous, you'd never doubted your pretty little self.

So… why are you saying such stupid things?

“Let’s break up.”

“Hm?”

“I said…” You take a breath, steadying your voice. “Let’s break up.”

For a moment, his smile wavers. Just a fraction. His right eye twitches ever so slightly, a crack in the carefully crafted mask he wears. But then, like a master of illusions, he recovers, his sweet facade sliding back into place, though something darker lingers beneath the surface.

“Now, now,” he says, his voice dripping with a saccharine softness that makes the hairs on your neck stand on end. “What’s the matter?” His tone is gentle, almost soothing, but there’s a sharp edge to it—a venomous undercurrent that cuts through the air.

You don’t answer immediately, your chest tightening under his unblinking stare. It’s as if he’s waiting, watching every little twitch of your expression, trying to peel you apart without lifting a finger.

“I just think…” you start, your voice faltering as his head tilts slightly, his smile remaining unnervingly intact. “I-I think we’re not… good for each other anymore.”

His smile widens, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead, his gaze sharpens, a predator sizing up its prey. He takes a step closer, the air between you growing heavy. “Not good for each other?” he repeats, feigning confusion. “Sweetheart, where’s this nonsense coming from? Didn’t we promise forever?”

The sweetness in his tone sends a chill down your spine, but you hold your ground. “Forever shouldn’t feel like this,” you say, trying to steady your trembling hands.

It shouldn't make you feel bad about yourself, shouldn't make you anxious, shouldn't make feel... pressured.

For a moment, he says nothing, his eyes boring into yours. Then, his chuckle breaks the tension, soft and low. “Ah, I see,” he murmurs, leaning in just enough for you to feel the weight of his presence. “You’re upset. That’s all. We’ll talk this through, won’t we?”

But his words aren’t a question—they’re a command, wrapped in the guise of concern. And as his smile lingers, you realize leaving might not be as simple as you hoped.

***

Why is this happening?

You thought he would accept and move on.

"Mmm, that's it sweetie. Take it deeper." He coaxes, his grip on your hair tightening. He starts to push forward, forcing more of his thick length past your stretched lips.

So why?

Your eyes squeeze shut tighter as he pushes in deeper, your throat convulsing around his invading cock. He throws his head back with a guttural moan.

"That's a good girl. Mhm, your throat feels so good wrapped around my dick." He grunts, starting to set a steady pace. Fucking into your mouth, using your face like a cock sleeve.

It was gross. He never did that to you.

Lewd, wet sounds fill the office as he picks up speed, his heavy balls slapping against your chin with each rough thrust. Drool escapes the seal of your lips, dripping down your chin and onto your messed up clothes.

He looks down, taking in the debauched sight of you on your knees, choking on his cock. His dick is spit-shined and glistening, streaked with their drool. Shit. The sight makes him thrust harder, faster, chasing his pleasure.

"Look at me," He demands breathlessly, wanting to see the tears and desperation in their eyes as he uses their mouth ruthlessly. He's close, so fucking close already from the intense, vice-like grip of your inexperienced throat. He grunts and curses, slamming forward one last time before pulling out abruptly.

Thick ropes of cum paint your face and hair, marking you as his. Some of it even lands in your eyes, making them sting and water.

"You're so pretty... You look so pretty covered in my cum," he whispers lovingly, smearing the head of his cock across your messy face, pushing the hot seed into their skin like makeup. "The prettiest girl in the world."

You were supposed to break up with him...

How did it escalated to this?

***

It's not like he's losing a lot... you aren't that special. So why is he acting this way? There are a lot of better options for him, prettier, smarter, and richer girls. Someone who can actually match him, who doesn't embarrass him, worthier to stand beside him.

Why is he fucking you like his life depends on it?

Your eyes already hazy and unfocused, breathing hard as you couldn't count how many times you've already come.

One of his hands snakes up your trembling body, finding a soft breast. He squeezes the supple mound roughly, fingers sinking into the pliant flesh as he kneads and gropes. He finds a pert nipple and pinches it cruelly between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging until it stands stiff and aching in the cool air of the room.

"Hm? Are you already tired? We're just starting," he coo, his hips slamming forward with renewed vigor. He leans down, his mouth finding your neck, sharp teeth sinking into the tender skin. He bites and sucks, determined to leave his mark on you, to claim you as his own. His. He can feel his orgasm building, his heavy balls tightening as he ruts into your abused cunt. The wet, obscene sounds of your coupling fill the room, punctuated by the creaking of the bed and your cries. He's close, so fucking close to filling your cunt with his seed.

"Gonna... hngh... fill this pussy..." He grunts between clenched teeth, slamming home one last time. His cock throbs and pulses as he starts to come, thick ropes of hot cum painting your inner walls. He grinds against them, making sure they take every last drop as he marks your womb with his essence.

Finally, with a last shuddering groan, he collapses on top of you, his softening cock still buried deep inside your tender, cream-filled pussy. He pants harshly against the shell of their ear, his hands still groping and fondling your sensitive body.

"Y-You're an idiot..." You sniffle, "Why me? There's a lot of—."

He cuts you off, "You know, I would never cheat on you, right?" He whispers tenderly, kissing your ears as if assuring. "No matter who comes to me, I would never pay attention to them. Never. You're the only one I want." His other hand comes up to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his intense, burning gaze.

It was the first time you ever heard his voice to be so... vulnerable.

"The only girl I want... So..." You can hear his voice shake, "Don't break up with me, ok?"

Your eyes glaze with tears, your heart tugging at his words. No, it wasn't supposed to end up like this. You made up your mind a few weeks ago, always nagging at the back of your mind. Ending your relationship would be the best for you two—.

He kisses you then, any doubts in your mind disappearing as his mouth claiming theirs in a brutal, dominating kiss. His tongue pushes past your lips, plundering the warm cavern as he grinds his hips forward, rubbing his throbbing erection against your thigh.

Ah, you don't care anymore.

"Don't think anymore, ok? Just let me do it for you."

He starts to rub the broad head of his cock along your slit, coating himself in your combined juices. "Tell you what, sweetheart. I'll be gentle like the usual... for now." He promises darkly, his voice rough with restrained lust. "I'll make this first part nice and slow, nice and easy for you."

"H-Huh?"

With that, he starts to push forward, the thick length of his cock slowly sinking into your tight, clutching heat. He has to fight the urge to slam forward, to bury himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. But he resists, forcing himself to go slowly, to savor the exquisite feeling of your walls stretching around him.

"Ah, you're still so tight." He grits out through clenched teeth, his fingers flexing against your hips as he fights for control. "Such a perfect cunt."

"Too soon! I'm still... s-sensitive!" You cried out but he starts to move then, his hips rocking in a slow, sensual rhythm as he fucks into you with deep, deliberate strokes. Each thrust pushes him a little deeper, a little harder, until he's finally buried to the hilt inside you. He pauses for a moment, letting you feel the heavy weight of him, the way he's stretching you impossibly full.

"Hehe, sorry can't help it. Does that feel gentle enough for you, sweetie?" He asks, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, yet his angelic face covers it. "Or do you need me to be even more... careful?" He punctuates the word with a sharp thrust of his hips, grinding his pelvis against your clit.

Your brain short circuit by the overstimulation, all you could think about was him, and his big cock, "A-Ah, you— ish... so good~!"

He snarls in feral pleasure as he feels your pussy clench and ripple around his pistoning cock. The way you are moaning and crying out, begging him not to stop... it's the headiest fucking thing he's ever heard. It makes him want to ruin you, to fuck you so hard and so deep that you'll never forget the feeling of his cock splitting you open.

You came in surprise, your eyes rolling in the back of your head, chest heaving, "C-Can't too much..!"

"You can do it," He growls, his voice a dark, distorted rumble. He can feel his own release building, his balls drawing up tight as he fucks into you with wild abandon, "A-ah~ clench this greedy cunt around my dick, dollface. Milk it for all it's worth.

You never saw this side of him before, a more vulgar side to him. Spouting dirty words that's the opposite of his facade. Maybe, you didn't know your boyfriend that well? He was always gentleman to you in bed, always going with your pace and being mindful about his words but now...

"N-No~ I really ah! Can't!" You shake your head frantically, having enough of the sensitivity.

"Yes, you can! You will, sweetie~!"

He buries his face in the crook of her neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin as he chases his pleasure. He wants to mark you, to leave his claim all over your body for everyone to see. He wants the whole world to know that you belong to him, that you're his to fuck and fill and love as he sees fit. The thought of another man putting his hand on you makes him mad, you're only his and he isn't afraid to take that way for you to be officially his.

"I'm gonna cum, sweetie." He grits out, his hips slamming forward with sharp, brutal thrusts. "I'm gonna pump this tight little pussy full of my seed, gonna breed this fucking cunt until it's dripping with my cum."

Breed?

He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing mercilessly at the sensitive bundle of nerves. "I want to feel you cum on my cock, sweetheart. I want to feel you shake and quake as I fill you with my my child."

Wait...!

His other hand slides up, wrapping around your throat and squeezing lightly. It's enough to make you gasp for air, pulse jumping wildly beneath his touch. It's enough to make you even tighter, body instinctively clenching down around him as he fucks into you with short, vicious thrusts.

Too much!

"Now, sweetie~ cum. Now." He commands, his voice a dark and sinful. And with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself balls deep inside her and starts to cum. His cock jerks and pulses as he paints your insides with thick ropes of his hot seed, filling you up just like he promised.

So full...

You gasp out, your skin flushed and damp with sweat. The room spins around you, his weight pressing you down into the mattress as you struggle to catch your breath. Body aches all over, especially between your legs. The feeling of his cum painting your insides is strange, unsettling.

Your vision having black spots, your consciousness fading as you hear him murmur promises to you.

"I'll take responsibility whether we have a child or not, we'll get married and have a cute child."

You feel a warm kiss on your forehead.

"I love you. I love you more than anyone else, I only love you."

[lanymme]

God I forgot how good Pokemon Sun and Moon were.

The like. background alolan sovereignty stuff and the frankly startlingly sensitive discussion of child abuse and the way they entertwine? Team Skull being kids failed by the system, and that social ill giving room for the Aether Foundation to sort of push its way in and establish a hold in Alola to "do good"? The fact that the stuff the Aether Foundation is doing is really good work from a certain perspective, but is also disruptive, controlling, and not in alignment with the Alolan way of doing things? Guzma being abused as a kid, and ending up pushed around and manipulated by Lusamine, an abuser herself, who knows how to push his buttons?

The whole subplot of looking for a champion, which probably would've been Kukui or Guzma if their own hero and rival story hadn't been shattered by the stuff that happened to them? Guy whose dad broke golf sticks over him develops a perfectionist obsessed with being strong enough that nobody can beat him again, and constantly proves to himself he's safe by throwing that strength around? The way their relationship starts to repair when those societal problems start to be addressed?

And then Gladion and Lillie. God. The way Gladion is the older child who figured out what was happening first and got out of there, went no contact, and had to do what he could to stay off the street. The way Lillie is just starting to figure out and unpack the things her mother taught her, and beginning to become braver and show more independence? How her fucking mother DRESSED HER UP AS THE NIHILEGO, and then her big moment is to put together her own trainer-like outfit, to start picking her own clothes?? The way Lusamine treats her pokemon with zero humanity but pretties up and preserves them horrifically for show, the way the Aether Foundation is engaging in torturous unethical experimentation, as metaphors for the way she abuses each of her children???

The ways in which Guzma, Gladion, and Lillie all bond with Pokemon that sort of symbolically resonate with the kinds of abuse they received and the way they learned to deal with it--Guzma picking bugs, traditionally the weakest type, and Wimpod who runs from everything--showing the kindness deep down in him, and the way he grew up to be strong. Gladion, whose pokemon was more overtly abused, and evolves through his care into Silvally who can take on any type the way Gladion is forced to learn how to adapt to being by himself, and then to being a member of the community? And Lillie with Nebby, who starts out weak and defenseless, helpless, imprisoned, and escapes despite that and gets by through relying on other people, until she learns to take care of herself--and her buddy evolves into the legendary that defends the Alola Region from alien threats like her mother????

fuck that game was good. it fit so well with the themes and aesthetics of pokemon. I really wish they'd make more like it.

[prophvtics]

frankie's hesitations to move their physical relationship forward were understandable but oz knew that he could make her feel so good if she only gave him the opportunity. she placed too much importance on making every moment significant and special, there would be no perfect time to lose her virginity and the more pressure she put on herself to make it so would lead to more disappointment in the long run. she'd be better off taking a page out of his book, doing things because they felt good and dealing with the consequences later on. his intentions might not have been the most pure with her but he did want her to enjoy herself, loosening up a little would do her a world of good. "i like it when you dress for me." he found her usual style of dress sweet, sexy only if looked at from the lens of picturing all the unprudish things he wanted to do to her while she wore those sweet little outfits but he had often pictured her in more tantalising clothes, shorter skirts and and shirts that highlighted her pert chest instead of shielding it from any attempt at ogling. as his eyes travelled down to confirm her matching set, his fingers moved from simply fingering the lacy frills of her bralette and instead dipped a little lower to trace over her nipple, hard poking through the thin fabric. "they're real cute, frankie. you look so pretty." she needed a lot of encouragement to get her comfortable, luckily she took everything he said as gospel, his flattery and abundance of compliments helped walk her back from the cliff's edge of her anxiety and gave him the space to worm his way inside of her and plant his own thoughts and feelings. her sudden show of confidence in bringing his hand down the front of her panties was commendable and momentarily took oz off guard. the feeling of her slickness was not something uncommon to him but it was equally exciting each time to know he'd gotten her worked up enough to bypass her own embarrassment in order to show him. two long, dexterous fingers slipped between the plump lips of her cunt and slowly ran up and down, careful only to brush against her clit so he could continue teasing, drawing that coil of arousal inside of her tighter and tighter. maybe she'd finally let him fuck her if he got her desperate enough. "so is this from the video? or just because you really like me?"

it could be hard for frankie to know exactly where she stood with oz— she knew better than to ask him outright how he felt about her and where their relationship was going and if she was doing enough, as such would only make her come off as insecure and annoying, and those weren't the sort of qualities that would land her a boyfriend. all of that uncertainty and confusion appeared to have been worth it in the end, as she'd gotten exactly what she wanted. so maybe it wasn't exactly how she'd imagined it, but none of their relationship had gone the way she'd imagined; perhaps she'd been meant to meet oz, as he seemed to be the only person who could get her to compromise on her lofty expectations and settle for whatever he wanted to offer, but then again, she hadn't ever been given the sort of attention he gave her. admitting that maybe she was an easier lay than she thought she was would force frankie to confront insecurities of hers she wasn't ready to deal with, so she instead convinced herself that he was simply too special to lose by being a prude. having his eyes on her in such a state of undress gave her a warm tingly feeling on the surface of her skin, having to briefly avert her gaze to try and conceal her flushed cheeks. they only deepened in color with his compliment, however, breath catching in her throat the second his hand moved from her thigh to travel upwards, whatever attempts she'd been making to take charge in some way dissolving before her very eyes. wanting to do something and actually having the ability to execute it were two different things, but oz had always been more than capable of coaxing her out of her comfort zone when she clammed up. "thank you," she murmured, only just barely resisting the urge to let her lips curl into another cheesy, very unsexy grin. "i thought you'd like it..." mostly because her nipples were visible through the material, but the sheer burgundy color was a stark departure from the juvenile pastels and bland neutrals she normally gravitated to. she had to bite down on her lip to hold in any accidental whimpers as he so delicately toyed with her bralette, answering him nonverbally with a nod that had her curls bouncing and bunching up her skirt so she could lift the front and show him the matching lace that covered her pussy. finding some semblance of confidence, she took one of his hands and guided it to glide down her abdomen, eyes flickering up to watch his face whilst she allowed his fingertips to slip into her panties and feel the dampness that had gathered there.

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

Yandere idea, reader is dicks baby mama and when dick decides to bring her to the wayne manor the batboys are instantly smitten with her and now all the boys are trying to steal her away from dick who is ready to fight everyone for his baby mama and baby

Smooth Criminal

Synopsis: Dick's brothers want his baby and his baby mama.

Pairing: Soft!Yandere!Batboys X Fem!AFAB!Reader

Tw: Attempt at crackfic; Implied kidnaping; Implied babytrapping; Reader is insecure with post-pregnancy body; Implied forced relationship; Dick controls what Reader wears; Jealous and possessive Dick Grayson; Touchy batboys; Batboys try to gaslight Dick but he's too smart for that; Slightly angry!Reader and accepting!Reader; English isn't my first language.

Word count: 1,2k

Requested? Yes.

Extra notes: Lol this was fun. Divider.

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“And how did this happen?”

“Oh well, this one tried to hide the little one from me for a while, but of course I found them!” Dick exclaimed proudly, but with a hint of his (mostly) past anger at you. You bit your tongue while his family laughed.

You were sitting in the manor’s living room, wearing a sundress that Dick chose, waiting for the picnic on the gardens to be prepared by Alfred. The dress was pretty, and it had plenty of room for your babygirl to grow inside your belly without restricting you. Part of you wanted to resent her for being the reason you're stuck with Dick, but it was not her fault, and not yours either, Dick would shackle you to him one way or another.

Damian put his hand on your belly. Without your permission.

“Is she kicking yet?” Dick answered him for you. “You're 17 weeks along, it could happen anytime.” He started rubbing circles on your belly, out of nowhere. “I don't think Grayson would be a much useful help with that. Truthfully there is no sure way to make a baby stop kicking. But you can try to alleviate the discomfort with warm tea, calming music, light stretching exercises and rubbing the stomach.” He smiled gently. You were taken aback.

“Damian is a pediatric surgeon.” Dick explained while draping his arm over your shoulders, before planting his lips on your neck momentarily.

“Yes. But I mostly stick to managing my clinic nowadays. Your labour’s in good hands. I only have the best of the best on my teams.” Damian gave you a small, soft smile, as if trying to reassure you. He stopped his hand movements and smoothly slid his hands around each side of your waist. He was way too close to be comfortable, and even Dick frowned, confused, at that. You tensed at how close his face was from yours, especially because of your belly and chest grownth, and the fact he was kneeling in front of you. But then- Oh…

Your whole body relaxed instantly and you just had to close your eyes.

Damian grinned smartly and Dick looked at him, bewildered.

“Back pains.” He explained swiftly, while his magic hands worked on your back. You found yourself leaning against his chest and almost laying your head on his shoulder. You sighed dreamily. “You can stop by or call me anytime those get to be too much.”

“... Or I can do it myself.” Dick went to replace Damian's hands but you shot your arms out towards him to stop him.

“No, no, no, don't- don't stop…” You moaned when Damian kneaded a particularly tense knot and practically melted against him. Damian held back a smirk, staring innocently at Dick, who looked murderous.

“Thank you, Jay. I really needed that…” 

“I know, you looked so tense when I got here. I knew I could use my hands to loosen you up…” 

Dick bursted in the apartament, having just come back from the Titans Tower and heard the weird talk inside.

“Jay… What’re you doing here?” He said, strained, but hiding behind a mask of good humor.

“(N/N) called me.” Jason shrugged.

“Didn't know you were on nickname basis…” Dick contemplated, entering the room and taking your daughter from Jasons’ arms. He started rocking her to keep her doozing. 

“We're closer than you think, Dickie.” Jason snorted. You pursed your lips and decided to just keep sitting down on your rocking chair. 

“Love, why did you call him?” Dick asked, ignoring his brother and looking straight at you.

“The shower broke, your baby wouldn't stop crying, and I’m gross.” You crossed your arms.

“Seem’s to me someone’s slacking on the job…” Your eyes darted to Jason, wide, and ready to scream at him, even if it would make your daughter wake up. “Not you, sweetheart, never you. But your boy here certainly needs to step up.” He side-eyed Dick. It was unfair, Dick basically took over 90% of the baby’s care when he was home, because he was a good father, and he was slightly afraid you would run if given the chance. He even stopped working just to spend more time with you. The only reason he was away for days and didn't take you with him was because of something with the Titans and some guy called Deathstroke. You didn't really care to pay attention to anything he said as long as it didn't involve your life or the world’s safety. 

“You're an asshole, get out of here!” 

Jason smirked. 

“Can’t. Just put a bun in the oven for (Y/N).” He shrugged.

“WHAT?” You and Dick exclaimed at the same time.

“I’m baking some bread, relax…” 

“I need some help…” You were in a clothes store with your husband and his brothers, trying to find a dress for an upcoming gala that you didn't want to go, especially since your body changed during pregnancy, and your previous size isn't fitting the way you wanted to anymore. It’s especially annoying that Dick has to give you permission or order you to wear something, regardless of your opinion.

Before Dick could hand the newborn over to her uncle and get up to help you zip the back of your dress, Tim shot up from his seat.

“I’ll do it.”

Tim stood behind you and clasped the zipper between his fingers, before pulling it up. It went smoothly, until it reached your upper back and it wouldn't go up anymore. You felt embarrassment sink in the bottom of your heart, and before Tim could say something, you turned around.

“It doesn't fit, I should try something else.” You averted your gaze to the floor.

“Nonsense. You look stunning right now, (Y/N). It's just your…” Tim’s gaze flicked to your chest momentarily, before quickly staring at your eyes again. “... New curves. Let me use both hands and I’m sure it will fit.” He smiled at you, soft, reassuring, and trying to convince you really bad.

You let out a huff of breath from your nose, and begrudgingly turned again. Truth to his words, with his other hand gripping the fabric above the zipper, it went up smoothly again.

You pursed your lips, analyzing yourself in the mirror. It was tight, but not uncomfortable, red, and long, with a high slit showing off your thigh. But the cleavelange was a little too much to what you were used to.

“I don't know…”

“Oh, please…” Tim, still standing behind you, placed both hands on either side of your waist and squeezed. You felt momentary shivers run up your spine, and your face warmed from shyness. “You look beautiful. Really.”

“Timmy, back down. The wife is mine.” I’m not an object! Your mind screamed, while you held back the urge to clench your hands and stomp your feet.

“I’m not doing anything.” He shrugged. “If you’re so insecure, that's a ‘you’ problem.” Tim winked at you from the mirror, with a convinced half-smirk. “What do you think, (N/N)? I think he's just jealous that you and the little one like me more…”

“The baby doesn't like you more. She likes anyone who will give her junk food and new toys. You're not special.” Dick retorted, and Tim squeezed your hips. “Now back down before people think you're a couple.”

“Geez…”

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[peachylynnie]

you make him lose his cool

word count: 900-1k per lead synopsis: in which you provoke them, and they love it. (inspired by kiss of life's igloo) contains: fem!reader x lads men (separate, non!mc), established relationship, downbad men, NSFW CONTENT MDNI (i'm talking grinding, oral sex implications, etc), song lyrics, and cursing. a/n: UPDATED WITH CALEB AS OF 2/1/25 i feel hot whenever i listen to this song. i hope you do too while reading. enjoy! do not plagiarize or translate. lads men do NOT endorse plagiarism. reblogs & comments appreciated. lads masterlist | tagged: @vvintqz (ik this is technically the reader teasing xavier but u said to tag u when i write xavier so i hope u enjoy)

caleb

What you heard? (What you heard?) But it's never what you think, trust

it's impossible to surprise caleb.

he always knows what you're up to.

whether you're just waking up from a heavenly two-hour nap or going out to get your hands on the latest edition of your favorite blind box series, he's always there.

last time you tried to cook yourself a meal (ever since you started dating, he hasn't let you lift a finger), he came home early and snatched the spatula away from you, insisting that you sit down and look pretty for him while he makes his signature braised wings.

you're not sure how he does it. maybe he has a secret camera or a tracker installed (ha). though, you don't have any complaints. you think it's fucking hot how he's never away from you.

even so, you've been wanting to surprise him for a while now. blame it on your desire to fluster him as much as he flusters you. you're going to surprise him AT LEAST once in your lifetime.

which explains why you're in an apron right now, with absolutely nothing underneath.

to be honest, you were hoping to surprise him with homemade apple pie since he's always cooking for you. but again, you want to fluster him. thus the apron, a long piece of denim fabric wrapped tightly around your waist and hung dangerously low at your chest. you can't deny how delectable you appeared when you looked in the mirror, admiring your exposed arms, legs, back, and neck—anything that would drive the esteemed colonel insane. you felt jittery just thinking about the look he would have on his face when he walked in through the door of your shared home.

however, your joy is short-lived when your phone rings while you slice up some apples in the kitchen.

"what's with the apron, pipsqueak?"

you put the knife down with a sigh. "do you have a camera installed in here or what?"

caleb chuckles into the phone. "wouldn't you like to know?"

"i would like to know so i can turn the damn thing off and actually surprise you for once, dipshit," you retort playfully as you adjust your phone between your ear and shoulder, picking up the knife to continue chopping. you suppose you should still make the pie since you already got the ingredients out.

"aw," he mocks, his voice dripping with arousal. "did my little pipsqueak dress up just for me?"

"yes," you snap, rolling your eyes. "but this little pipsqueak is about to change since you ruined her surprise."

your threat does little to faze caleb, as evidenced by his endearing laughter.

"don't be upset, pips," he teases into the phone. before you can scoff at his audacity to tell you not to be upset, your ears catch the hurried footsteps in the background of the call. it doesn't take long for you to hope your boyfriend is on his way home—on his way to you. sure enough, his next words cause heat to pool between your bare legs.

"keep the apron on. i'll be home soon."

after he hangs up, you put your phone down with a giggle, eager for what's to unfold once he arrives. however, you still can't help but wonder if he actually has a camera installed because how the fuck does he always know what you're up to? you frown as you turn your head left and right. you don't see any red flashing lights in places that could provide him an optimal view. nope. nothing in the corners of the ceilings and nothing in the walls either. before you can convince yourself your boyfriend is somehow omniscient, you notice something out of the corner of your eye.

his dog tag. seems like he forgot to put it on after putting on his uniform. you pocket it, hoping to give it to him when he gets home.

but your mind is truly one of a kind. as caleb likes to put it, resourceful during the most critical moments.

because when he's balls deep inside of you, coaxing your second orgasm out of you, you get the bright idea to fish your shaky fingers into the pocket of your bunched-up apron and put. it. on.

caleb's eyes widen upon seeing his dog tag on you. there it was, the important item he forgot this morning, resting between the delicious valley of your breasts, bouncing up and down while jingling an enticing melody.

"fuck—pipsqueak, you—" he thrusts harshly, pistoning into your sopping heat. you throw your head back at the sensation, allowing him an even better view of his chain, mingling with the beads of sweat on your collarbone. shit, he's so turned on right now. not only were your swollen, sweet lips adorning his name, but so was your pretty little neck. it filled the young colonel with pride. and enough vigor to bring you to your third release, as evidenced by the endless slamming of his hips and the clenching of your thighs.

"good girl," he helps you through your high before letting go of your waist, hoping to give you a break. "i'll go get a towel. stay here."

but when your pilot of a lover goes to leave, you wrap your legs around him and pull him to you, causing him to collide with you. caleb hisses at the contact, sensitive more than ever.

"don't push it, pipsqueak," he warns as he plants both of his arms on the kitchen counter, caging you in. "you need to rest."

"i don't think so, colonel," you prop yourself on your elbows, meeting his eyes boldly. "i don't think so at all."

caleb swears he feels his mechanical arm short-circuit because what you do next is just fucking tantalizing.

you pinch his dog tag and bring it to your mouth.

his breathing quickens substantially when your teeth take the shiny piece of metal as their prisoner. it's not long before his dog tag is trapped between your seductive canines and your thighs are tightened around his waist.

with a shameless smile, you jut your chin towards the man, signaling to him to make his move.

caleb growls, seizing the chain with both hands and bringing you to his face.

"i warned you, pips."

extra (in honor of his official installment)

as you munch on some apple pie in caleb's embrace on the couch, you can't help but ask.

"how did you know about the apron but not the dog tag?"

your boyfriend sniffs before answering, a little bit of pie still in his mouth.

"i couldn't check the cameras on the way home."

"oh that makes sense."

"…"

"wait, what?!"

sylus

Glass room, perfume, Kodak on that lilac (alright) Slipping on my short dress, know he like that (like that)

there's nothing like getting ready in sylus' bathroom. not because of the sheer size of it (it takes at least a day to explore his residence), but because of how good you look in the mirror right now. you can't help but smile as you step back to get a full look at yourself.

sylus went all out for tonight's auction.

he gifted you a tight-fitting ebony dress, its gorgeous silk straps accentuating your shoulders perfectly. he also gifted you a pair of evening gloves, its velvet fabric wrapping around your arms flawlessly. of course, the dress came with priceless jewels and heels. as you twirl in front of the mirror, the scarlet gems on your ears glimmer, and the cherry kitten heels on your feet click. oh, you look so good, you can kill.

but what seals the deal is the neck accessory he got you.

an intricate, black choker made out of lace. fucking lace. a scoff leaves your mouth when you notice the ruby medallion hanging at the center. his taste is as clear as day.

as you reach behind your neck to clip the choker, the man of the hour walks in. you meet his eyes through the mirror, your hands still at the back of your neck. "sylus."

"miss," he acknowledges in return, an unmistakable smirk appearing on his lips. his eyes trail down your figure. "you look stunning."

"thanks," you giggle as you hook the choker clasp. "you don't look bad yourself."

and you're absolutely right. although he has his usual dress shirt on, his outerwear is completely new. a gorgeous red blazer, adorned with inky brush strokes, sits proudly on his shoulders. moreover, his accessories are new (he's never worn any before). cuffed around his right hand is a sleek platinum watch, spotlighting his forearm deliciously. hanging from his left ear are silver chains, shining unashamedly. you can't help but bite your lips as you admire your lover in the mirror.

yeah, sylus went all out tonight.

catching the hazy look in your glittered eyes, he tilts his head before grinning, "like what you see, sweetie?"

you roll your eyes playfully before returning to the sink. "yes, actually. didn't know you were capable of wearing something other than black."

sylus chuckles as he leans against the wall, arms crossed. "i've worn colors other than black before."

"if you're talking about the two outfits that have the belt around the sleeve," you list nonchalantly as you pick up your lip gloss. "they don't count. they have black on them."

"i'm talking about the red cardigan, sweetie," he counters smoothly, eyeing the lip gloss in your hand.

"ah." you run the wand over your parted lips, enjoying the feeling of gloss on them. "touche," you say, bending over the sink to see if you missed a spot. you do, however, miss the way sylus' fingers tighten around his arms when your dress hikes up. smacking your lips together, you lift the wand to reapply. "but you barely even wear that. so that doesn't count either."

sylus hums, barely paying attention to what you just said. his eyes are transfixed on the wand. he's mesmerized by how it travels across your lips, slathering them with sticky, shimmery syrup, leaving him thirsty for a taste. not to mention the sounds leaving your lips whenever you press them together. sweet, squelching sounds that have him pressing against you in mere seconds, his hands gripping the edge of the sink.

at first, you were taken aback by his sudden proximity. but after feeling something prod at your back, you smile amusingly before placing the wand down. "i'm assuming," you swiftly turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, his eyes widening as you pull him closer. "there's been a change of plans." you slowly lick your lips, collecting some excess gloss. as it drips from the tip of your tongue, you ask with a tilt of your head, "how late are we going to be?"

that's it.

sylus crashes into you, his tongue desperately trying to lap up the excess gloss. his hands haphazardly roam all over your body before lifting you onto the sink, pinning you down as his lips smear your lip gloss everywhere. you moan, trying to match his fervor. the sinful mixing of breaths, saliva, and gloss floods your mind, causing you to wrap your legs around him and bring him closer to you. he welcomes the action, gasping and grinding into you.

by the time he pulls away for air, both of you are left panting like dogs, mouths and chins smothered in sheen.

your eyes never leave sylus' as you wipe your chin, a string of gloss and saliva hanging prettily from your gloved palm. with a groan, he dives into your neck and sinks his teeth into your collarbone. you throw your head back at the pain, whimpering when he soothes the spot with his tongue.

but when sylus traces a finger up your back, you freeze immediately.

why?

oh, because he's unzipping your dress.

"sorry, sweetie," he chuckles into your perfumed skin, savoring your surprised reaction when he drags the zipper all the way down. "we won't be late."

you look at him in confusion, barely processing the silk straps falling off your shoulders.

he leans in and whispers into your ear.

"we won't be going at all."

xavier

Heart attack, IV when I walk the street Vitamins that D, I'm good, I'm healthy

your starlight of a boyfriend collapses onto the bed, his legs hanging off the edge and his pants dangling pathetically from his ankles.

you giggle at the sight, wiping your lips clean of his release. as you rub a drop between your index finger and thumb, you notice the texture's a bit thick, almost like jelly.

"xavier," you call lovingly, rising from your knees and crawling on top of him. he barely responds; his eyes are screwed shut with beads of sweat trailing down his face, neck, chest, legs, everywhere. shit, what did you do to him? he can't get his chest to stop heaving, his mouth to stop watering, and his ears to stop ringing. he can't do anything. not with the way you looked so pretty on top of him, especially after making him release so intensely in your mouth.

"xavier," you repeat as you cradle his face, making his dazed eyes meet yours. "when was the last time you drank water?"

"water?" he pants. "i'm not sure. why do you ask?"

"well," you show him your fingers. he gulps, flushing a deeper shade of red. "this tells me you haven't been drinking enough water."

you get up to retrieve some water from the kitchen. xavier whines at the loss of contact. although he tries to stop you from leaving, you easily slip out of his weak embrace (he literally got his life sucked out of him; cut him some slack). after you reassure him with a kiss on his forehead, you open the door. "i'll be back soon."

he responds with a whimper before closing his eyes. before he knows it, he falls asleep.

not even five minutes have passed when you return to the room, a glass of water in your hand and a packet of vitamins in the other.

"xavier?" after placing the items down on the nightstand, you sit on the bed to admire the view. there he is, sleeping soundly with his shirt unbuttoned and pants unbuckled, his chest slowly rising up and down and his cute nose scrunching every so often. you almost feel bad when you wake him up. almost. as much as you like watching your boyfriend sleep, he needs his water and vitamins, considering how much energy he uses to fight wanderers.

"wake up, xavier," you coo. "you need your vitamins."

he stirs, peeking one eye open to look at you. cute, you think. "i'm too tired, angel." he whines before closing his eye again. "i'll have some later."

"come on," you chuckle. "at least drink some water. you're dehydrated."

hoping to keep him awake, you litter his face with kisses, repeatedly pecking his adorable features. his droopy eyelids, his button nose, his fluffy cheeks, his moist forehead, his small chin—not a single spot is missed.

his little laughs repay your efforts. before you can continue your bombardment of kisses, his arms wrap around your shoulders, successfully pinning you down to him. you're surprised by how quickly he replenished his strength.

"you're trapped," he points out cheekily. "now we can both sleep."

"xavier," it's your turn to whine. "you need to drink some water. besides," you try to get up but fail miserably due to his tight embrace. "you need to scoot up, and i need to lay down properly if we both want to sleep." still no signs of letting you go.

you sigh before poking at your boyfriend's waist, causing him to yelp.

he immediately lets go of you, rubbing the spot you just touched. taking the chance to escape, you stand up and reach for the glass and vitamins.

"meanie," he pouts. "i thought we agreed to not tickle each other for today."

"that's because you try to tickle me all the time," you retort playfully, opening the packet of vitamins. "besides, i only tickle you as a last resort. unlike you, i'm nice." you pop the vitamin in your mouth and bring the glass to your lips.

"as if." he yanks up his pants and crosses his arms. "last time i checked, being nice means letting your boyfriend sleep peacefully," he quips as he turns away from you, hoping his grumpy little act will coax more kisses from you.

instead, a hand comes into his view and grasps the sheets. furrowing his brows, he shifts back to ask what's wrong but is startled to find your face hovering above his. 

"angel, what—"

you press your lips into his, your free hand gripping his chin. on instinct, xavier opens his mouth, expecting your tongue to greet his. however, his eyes widen when he feels something pour in. oh. he greedily swallows the water and vitamin, his fingers weaving into your hair.

you pull away abruptly, a drop of water trickling down the corner of your lips. before he can say anything, you grab the glass of water and drink from it again, your hooded eyes never leaving his. xavier groans at the sight, his chest heaving for the third time today. and it's barely afternoon. oh, you're going to be the death of him.

he's sure of it when you return to his lips, water flowing into his mouth so sensually as his tongue reaches out for more. this time, you rest your entire body on top of him, allowing him to grab at your hips and thrust upward, desperately rubbing against your clothed core and seeking any type of friction that could relieve him of this growing desire you satiated with your mouth less than ten minutes ago. he never wants to drink water alone ever again.

“a-angel,” he moans when you pull away again. “why?” 

“you need more water, xavier.” you tease with a lick of your lips. “gotta make sure my boyfriend is hydrated, ya know?”

with that, you go to stand up and reach for the glass. however, the room spins as xavier pins you down, your positions switched and your wrists restrained above your head. your eyes widen, realizing you might've pushed your boyfriend too far. 

"angel," dark, cerulean eyes burn into you before glancing at the glass. “that's not enough water.”

rafayel

Yeah, white tippy-toe summer, I make him go dumb, duh He doubled down on that text, says that I'm the only one

(heads up, reader doesn't have to be mc but they know about rafayel's identity as the sea god and he calls you his beloved bride)

rafayel isn't sure how he got here.

you, on top of his bare chest, nibbling at his neck and dragging a finger down his clenched abdomen.

"c-cutie," he stammers. "someone might see."

he's not wrong. you're at the beach after all. but it's a private beach, one the artist rented for a date. so really, what's the harm in pinning your boyfriend down in the sand and showing him how much you appreciate him?

"you're the one who said this place was private, raf." you giggle before sinking your teeth into him, eliciting a moan. "besides, we both know why you suggested a date at the beach. don't tell me you forgot." you trail your finger along the waistband of his swim trunks. he jolts, his half-lidded eyes meeting your misty ones.

of course, he didn't forget. but considering the current, scandalous situation he's in right now, his memory is a bit hazy. as you twirl the drawstring with your index finger, rafayel bites his lip and tries to remember how exactly he got here.

last thing he remembers is you excitedly texting him about your package coming in.

a package, pft. no big deal, right?

wrong.

he almost dropped his phone when you sent him a picture of the package, more specifically, you wearing its contents.

a gorgeous two-piece swimsuit in the color of his hair. fuck, lavender has never looked so good on you. the way the tight, skimpy fabric hugged all the right places, making you seem so so malleable. the way you posed in front of the mirror, your face bridling with innocent excitement but your body positioned so so temptingly. shit, he hopes this exhibition ends soon because his slacks feel suffocating all of a sudden.

it wasn't long before he spammed you with a hurricane of texts consisting of flattering emojis and praises about how you're the only one he'll ever love (dramatic but heartwarming) and how he would love to take you on a date at the beach as soon as this stupid exhibition is over so you can swim in your new set to your heart's content (totally not because he wants to see the real thing).

yeah, now he remembers. he got himself into this situation. you even tried to stop him.

"uh," he recalls you hesitating through the call. "aren't you tired from your exhibit?"

"nope," he immediately answers, causing you to raise a brow. "not at all, cutie. i'm in tip-top shape. what better place for us to test your swimsuit than the beach?"

"us?" you repeat amusingly. "since when was testing a swimsuit a two-person thing?"

shit, he got caught.

"raf," you giggle at his silence. "if you want to see me wear this in person, you can always just ask, you know?"

"w-what?! no!" he acts as if you insulted his artwork. "i just thought it'd be a good opportunity for us to go on a date and to test the quality of your swimsuit! what if one day you go into the water and it gets untied or something? what if i'm not there to protect you from prying eyes? you can never be careful enough with swimsuits, especially shipped ones!"

"uh-huh," you drawl skeptically. "i'm sure a triple-knotted bikini will SOMEHOW get untied by the waves."

"come on, cutie," rafayel whines. "i know a perfect, private place! i'll even bring the food, the blankets, everything! please?" (he purposely emphasized "private" because no way in the seven seas is he going to let anyone look at you in a bikini)

you sigh before observing yourself in the mirror once more. the bikini DID look good, and you DID buy it for future swimming dates with rafayel. might as well, right? besides, you can't say no to him, especially when he begs so cutely like that.

"fine, raf," he remembers you giving in with an endearing sigh. "send me the address of the beach once you're done. i'll stop by your place to pack your swimming trunks."

and here you are, resting on top of him and drawing figure eights with your fingertips IN his swimming trunks.

he would laugh at the irony if it weren't for your provocative actions. you were the one who brought him his swimming trunks, and now, you were the one making him wish you didn't bring them so he could see how pretty your fingers looked right next to his—

yeah, he definitely got himself into this situation. he has no one to blame but himself for his predicament. it's his fault he's currently twitching and throbbing underneath you as you breathe into his neck and tease doodles into his thighs.

"oh fuck, cutie—" rafayel jerks his head back when you suck on his adam's apple. your mouth felt so good. you felt so good. 

after pulling back with a 'pop,' you trace the red mark with your free hand, admiring your artwork on your artist of a lover. unfortunately for him (fortunately, really), this causes him to squirm uncontrollably. the simultaneous stimulation from your right hand on his thigh and your left hand on his neck was just too much for the lemurian. he swears he's this close to bursting all over the sand like a messy, wet bubble. 

suddenly, you stop, withdrawing both of your hands from his body. 

"c-cutie?" he lifts his neck to look at you but finds himself confused as to why you're sitting up. though, his confusion is quelled when you reach behind your neck. 

oh. 

your hands come into view, each one tugging on the strings of your top.

oh fuck. 

he doesn't even see your top fall. no. he's completely frozen (and hard) when you lay back down on him, smushing your now-exposed chest into his abdomen, allowing him a view that brings roses to his cheeks. (he can feel your nipples rubbing against him).

"oh, god of the tides," you purr with a smirk as you press your ear into his chest, relishing in his rapid heartbeats. "you promised you would test this swimsuit with me." before he can deny your reminder of his mistake from the earlier call, you grab his hand and bring it to rest against your swimsuit bottoms, causing his breath to hitch. "won't you make good on your promise?" 

rafayel swallows shakily before nodding. 

"anything for my beloved bride." 

zayne

Mm, yeah, I make him lose his cool Yeah, I make him go mmmmmm ah! ah!

doctor zayne, the epitome of calm and control, reduced to this.

a red-faced mess, losing his cool in a rocking chair, thanks to his lover shaving his chin on his lap.

his lover, who just so happens to be wearing a nightgown, a silk, sapphire nightgown with lace ruffles and ribbons that drove the man insane.

to make matters worse (better), your bare thighs were on either side of his hips, caressing and stroking him whenever you would move to shave his chin.

don't even get him started on the fact that you're sitting right on top of his crotch. he prays to any merciful soul out there that you don't feel him growing down there-

he inhales sharply when you reach behind him for a towel, your chest mere millimeters from his face.

"you okay, zayne?" you ask with faux concern.

"yes," he clenches his jaw. it's taking him everything to not dive in and lick, suck, bite—anything to relieve him of this torment. "please hurry."

"hurry?" you pout with a tilt of your head. "but why?" you lift his chin to wipe some excess shaving cream. "do you not want me to shave you?"

"no, darling. it's just—" his hands fly to your waist for stability when you place the towel back in its place. shit, every time you lift yourself onto your knees to reach behind him, the chair moves more and more, resulting in a pattern where when he leans back, you press into him, and when you lean back, he presses into you. it's not helping that this pattern deliciously resembles a certain rhythm in bed.

"it's just?" you repeat to him, stroking his jaw to inspect for stray hairs.

he doesn't say anything. how can he? he can't just spill about how badly he wants to kiss your sweet lips, squeeze at your delectable chest, rip your enticing nightgown apart, and take everything you have to offer. no, he can't. not when you approached him so innocently with a cute smile on your face after he came home, asking if you could shave him. (he almost fell to his knees when he saw what you were wearing). not when you look so beautiful gazing at him from above, handling his skin with addictive yet gentle touches, and glowing underneath the moonlight from the open windows. shaking his head, he grips your waist with renewed resolve.

"it's nothing," he closes his eyes. "please continue." he would rather drink alcohol than misinterpret your innocent intentions.

except there was nothing innocent about your intentions at all. you admit, it's fun to tease zayne like this. the way his lips would chase after your fingers whenever you traced them, the way his eyes would falter whenever you leaned in, the way his breath would hitch whenever you moved your hips, oh it all made you feel wanted. and who could want more than a gorgeous, capable doctor who looks at you as if he's going to die if he can't have you?

you. you want more. you WANT him to have you, take you, right here on this rocking chair. you thought teasing him with a few shifts of your hips and some purposeful closings of distances between his face and yours would relay the message. but no. he's either completely oblivious or has the will of a steel that's been fortified ten times over. because even though he's made it incredibly clear that he wants what you want (his blushing cheeks and shortage of breaths are hard to miss), all he's done is sit there and take your teasing.

you frown, retracting your hand. what's it going to take for doctor zayne, the epitome of calm and control, to give in?

a lightbulb flashes in your head.

"hang on, i missed a spot," you lie, lifting yourself up once more to reach for the shaving cream next to you. "i'll make this quick."

and with that, you slam your hips down.

he groans out loud, eyebrows furrowing and fingers tightening around your hips. he still hasn't opened his eyes though.

"are you sure you're okay, zayne?" you ask innocently, twisting left and right. "i'm worried about you."

"w-why," he starts hoarsely, his fingers gripping for dear life, trying to stop you from moving so damn much. "why would you be worried?"

"oh, i don't know," you smear shaving cream all over his jaw before trailing your fingers down to his neck. "you just seem so…" you slowly trace a heart on his collarbone, eliciting a pretty gasp from him. "out of it."

zayne's eyes jerk open, glaring at you with unprecedented focus. you smile cheekily before pressing yourself deeper into him, eager to bear witness to what he'll do and say since he finally opened his eyes.

though, your smile doesn't last long. in an instant, his hands pin yours behind your back, causing your back to arch and your lips to part.

"i'm starting to think," he secures your wrists in his right hand and brings his left to his face, wiping away the mess you made. "you're doing this on purpose."

you grin. finally. he finally got the message. unable to hide your excitement, you lean in next to his ear and whisper, "what are you going to do about it, doc-tor?"

he inhales sharply, yanking your wrists.

"perhaps," he growls. "it's time you get a taste of your own medicine. prescribed by yours truly."