#so i was just on the floor like trying to get ahold of this very tiny very pathetic mouse without hurting it

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader

Synopsis: Peeta helps Johanna unzip her dress in the elevator and it makes you jealous

Masterlist

“Can I have a hand?” Johanna asked as she turned her back to Peeta. Peeta looked at you and Haymitch for a split second before shrugging and taking ahold of her zipper.

“Oh. Sure.” He said as he pulled the zipper down her back. Your head slowly turned to Peter and you stared at him with a slack jaw. Peeta looked at you and his smile immediately dropped. He adverted his eyes as long as he could until they found their way back to the scene in front of him. Johanna was looking between you and Peeta with a smirk when she turned around to pull her sleeves off her arms. Peeta and Haymitch couldn’t help but watch her as she undressed and dropped her clothes onto the elevator floor. It appeared that you were the only one able to keep your eyes on the ceiling as Johanna stripped out of her last piece of clothing.

“Thanks. Let’s do it again sometime.” She said as the elevator doors opened. She walked into the hallway fully naked and left a silence when she left. Peeta and Haymitch chuckled and exchanged looks as the elevator went up another door. Peeta then made eye contact with you and gulped when he saw the daggers in your eyes. You could not believe he had just looked at her the way he did. Seeing him unzip her dress and watch her made your blood boil in your skin in a way it never had before. You were so consumed with your jealousy that you didn’t hear Peeta try to change the subject and only knew she spoke when you saw his lips move.

“What?” You asked him.

“I asked what outfit you liked the best.” Peeta repeated. “I thought District 5’s was kinda cool. But it didn’t look very comfortable.”

“I don’t know. And I don’t care. I wasn’t looking at the other tributes.” You said and eyed him up and down as the elevator doors opened on your floor.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Peeta’s face scrunched in confusion as he followed you out of the elevator.

“Nothing. I’m going to sleep.” You announced and headed straight for your room.

“You’re sleeping already? Aren’t you gonna eat?” Peeta asked with concern.

“I’m not hungry.” You said without looking back.

“I can meet you on the roof in a little bit if you want to hang out.” He offered.

“Not tonight.” You replied and disappeared into your bedroom. Peeta frowned and felt disappointment sink in over not getting the night with you that he thought he’d be getting.

“Uh oh.” Haymitch chuckled as he poured himself a drink.

“What was that?” Peeta asked and gestured to where you had just been.

“That, my friend, was you getting in trouble with your lady.”

“What?” Peeta blushed at what Haymitch called you. “She’s not even my lady.”

“But she wants to be.” Haymitch said pointedly and took a long sip.

“Y/n? There’s no way. She knows I like her and she made it very clear that she just wants to be friends.” Peeta insisted.

“Peeta, I don’t really know how they do things in 12 nowadays, so let me spell things out for you. That girl wants you but she’s way too stubborn to admit it to you or even herself. She doesn’t want to tell you how she feels because she wants you to just know. And she definitely didn’t want to see you undressing another girl right in front of her.”

“I wasn’t undressing her. I just helped her unzip her…” Peeta trailed off when he saw Haymitch raise his eyebrows in amusement. He realized how bad the moment in the elevator must’ve looked to you and began to panic.

“Oh no.” Peeta gulped. “Is she really mad at me?”

“Definitely.”

“What do I do?” He whined.

“Talk to her. And prepare to get hit a couple times.” Haymitch chuckled and patted Peeta’s shoulder as he passed him. Peeta thought about it for a moment and then went up to your room to do what Haymitch said and talk to you. He knocked on your door and you opened it pretty quickly as if you were expecting him. You had ditched your parade outfit and were now in some silky yellow pajamas.

“Hey.” Peeta smiled at you.

“What do you want?” You replied, making his smile drop.

“Just to talk. And I wanted to see you.”

“I’m really tired. I’m not in the mood to talk tonight.”

“Oh, okay. We don’t have to talk if you don’t want. I’m tired too. We can just sleep.” Peeta offered. You usually slept in the same bed to keep the nightmares away but there was no way you were letting him in your bed after what happened in the elevator.

“I’m gonna sleep alone tonight.” You told him with a tight smile.

“Oh. Okay.” Peeta said again and felt his disappointment settle in a pit in his stomach. Your cold expression suddenly melted to one of insecurity and you looked down the hallway as if you were expecting someone else to be there.

“Are you?” You asked quietly.

“Huh? Who else would I be sleeping with?” Peeta genuinely wondered, not realizing you were asking about Johanna.

“I don’t know.” You said quickly. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. See you-“ Peeta was cut off by you closing the door in his face. He sighed and put his hand on your door before walking away.

“Tomorrow.” He mumbled.

When tomorrow came, he woke up in his lonely bed and went straight to your room. Your door was open and you weren’t inside so he assumed you already went downstairs. You weren’t there when he got to the table and let out another sigh. You were clearly avoiding him and he was not handling it very well. Peeta decided not to let it get to him and busied himself by making you a plate of all your favorite breakfast food. Haymitch watched Peeta scrambling to get back in your good graces and laughed to himself. You came down just as Peeta was finishing your plate and eyed him curiously.

“Good morning.” He greeted with you a smile.

“Morning.” You replied without looking at him.

“I made you a plate.” He said and put the plate in front of you. You stared at the plate for a minute and almost gave it and apologized for your cold behavior until you remembered the way he looked at Johanna last night. That was enough to make you lose your appetite so you pushed the plate away.

“I’m not really hungry.”

“You’re not? But you didn’t eat last night.” Peeta said worriedly as he sat beside you.

“Yes she did. For a hunter, you’re not very quiet. I could hear you rummaging for food all the way from my room.” Haymitch said to you.

“You came down to eat?” Peeta asked. “You should’ve gotten me. I would’ve kept you company.”

“Maybe I didn’t want your company.” You shrugged, making Peeta frown.

“Oh. Ice cold, sweetheart.” Haymitch chuckled. “You better watch your back in the games, Peeta. This one has death in her eyes.”

“You’re still mad at me?” Peeta whispered to you.

“Who said I’m mad at you?” You said without looking at him.

“I know you are. We usually talk on the rooftop and then sleep in the same bed. And then come down to eat breakfast together. You didn’t let me do any of those things.”

“Maybe I just need some space. We spend every hour together every single day. Excuse me for wanting some privacy for a little while.”

“We should be spending every hour together before we don’t get the chance. How long are you gonna be mad at me?”

“I already told you, I’m not mad.” You whispered harshly.

“Fine. You’re not mad. But when can we be friends again?” Peeta asked and tugged on your sleeve.

“Peeta.” You said warningly and pushed his hand away.

“Come on. I miss you.” He whined and tugged on your sleeve.

“I’m right here.” You scoffed but started to feel guilty for your behavior.

“No you’re not.” He pouted. “You’re far away.”

“Stop whining so much. You sound like my cat. And I hate that cat.”

“So you hate me now? All because I un-“

“Don’t.” You cut him off and got up from the table. You passed Effie in the hallway as you went back to your room.

“What’s going on? Y/n just told me she wants to train alone today.” Effie said as he joined the boys at the table.

“She’s mad at loverboy.” Haymitch said and pointed to Peeta.

“What did you do?” Effie asked him.

“Nothing. I didn’t do anything.”

“He unzipped Johanna Masons dress in the elevator.” Haymitch tattled.

“What? Are you insane?” Effie gasped. “You can’t do something like that in front of your lady.”

“Why does everyone keep calling her my lady?” Peeta asked. “She doesn’t even like me.”

“Of course she likes you. That’s why she’s so upset. She’s jealous.” Effie laughed like it was obvious.

“Jealous? Of me and Johanna? I don’t think I even said a word to her. I just pulled the zipper.”

“It’s not about Johanna, silly. It’s about you giving attention to another girl. That’s why she’s jealous. She wants to be the one you’re unzipping.” Effie explained, making Peeta choke on the water he had just sipped. He wiped his mouth once he stopped choking and sighed.

“I need to fix this.”

“Yeah. You do. Before she makes you her first target.” Haymitch told him.

“She wouldn’t do that. Oh my God. Wait. Would she?” Peeta worried.

“She might.” Effie shrugged and Haymitch nodded in agreement.

“Well what do I do? She won’t talk to me.”

“So don’t give her a choice. Go in there and show her that she’s your only lady.” Haymitch instructed.

“What if she tells me to go away?” Peeta asked.

“Stay.” Effie answered. Peeta nodded his head and got out of his seat to go talk to you. He knocked on your door but this time, you didn’t answer. Peeta took a deep breath before opening the door and going in. You were on your bed with your knees drawn up to your chest. You gasped when he came in and threw a pillow at his head.

“What are you doing in here? Get out.”

“No. We’re talking.” Peeta said and sat on the edge of your bed.

“Well I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Too bad. Because I want to talk to you. Please? I can’t take it that you’re mad at me. I don’t want to go in the arena without hearing your voice. Can’t we just talk?” Peeta begged.

“Fine. What do you want to say?” You asked him.

“That you’re a big baby.” Peeta replied.

“Excuse me?” Your eyes widened when you didn’t get the apology you were expecting.

“You are.” He insisted. “You don’t get to be mad at me for unzipping Johanna’s dress when I didn’t even know what was happening.”

“What?” You laughed nervously. “I’m not mad at you for unzipping her dress. Why would I care about that?”

“I don’t know why you care. But I know that you’re jealous.”

“Jealous? Oh, please.” You scoffed and got off the bed to get away from Peeta.

“It’s okay to admit it.” Peeta said calmly. “I admit that I was jealous when I saw you talking to Finnick. And his giant muscles that are always out.”

“They are, aren’t they?” You smiled coyly.

“Hey.” Peeta said defensively.

“You’re the one who’s jealous. Not me.” You said and pointed to him.

“Then how come you’ve been mad at me ever since I unzipped her dress?” Peeta asked and walked over to you.

“It’s not about the dress!” You exclaimed.

“Then what is this about?” He asked. You scoffed again and folded your arms to close yourself off. Peeta wasn’t about to give up that easy and put his hands on your shoulders.

“Please tell me. I miss my friend.” He said quietly. You sighed and looked into his big sad eyes.

“I don’t care that you unzipped her dress.” You admitted. “You were just doing what she asked. I care that you were looking at her when she took her clothes off.”

“In my defense, I’ve never seen boobs before.” Peeta stated, making you laugh for second.

“Me either.”

“Not…not your own?” Peeta whispered in disbelief.

“Yes my own. Never another girls.” You explained and smacked his arm.

“Oh. I was gonna say. I know we don’t have a lot of mirrors in 12 but I think they’d be kinda hard to avoid- “

“I don’t want you looking at Johanna, okay?” You cut him off. “Or any other girls. I hated it. It made my blood feel hot and my stomach dropped to the floor. And then I couldn’t sleep because I kept replaying it in my head. What is that?”

“Thats jealousy.” Peeta explained with a pleased smile now that he knew Effie was right.

“Oh. Well I don’t want to feel it ever again. I didn’t like it.”

“Well I didn’t like when you didn’t talk to me.” Peeta said quietly.

“I’m sorry. I feel like my life is completely out of my hands lately. But you and I are the one thing I have a say in. So when it felt like our relationship was threatened, I tried to gain control by shutting you out.”

“It’s okay. I probably would’ve curled into a ball and cried right in front of you if I saw you unzip some guys pants.” He admitted, making you laugh again. You chuckled and pulled him into a hug to apologize for being so cold towards him. When you pulled out of the hug, you kept your arms around his neck and looked into his eyes.

“So seeing me with Finnick really made you jealous?” You asked with a smirk.

“Yeah. I was questioning our alliance the second I heard him make you laugh.” Peeta replied, making you laugh.

“Yeah. I know the feeling.”

“Why do you think we got so jealous seeing each other around other people?” Peeta wondered. You looked down at the floor and sighed.

“I think maybe we underestimated our feelings for each other.” You admitted.

“We?” Peeta raised an eyebrow.

“Fine. I underestimated my feelings. When I saw you looking at another girl, I realized the only one I want you looking at is me.”

“As if theres anything in this world that could make me take my eyes off you.” Peeta said softly.

“Except for Johanna’s boobs.” You mumbled under your breath.

“You’re the only one I’m looking at right now.” He assured you. You smiled for a second, then frowned.

“But you’re not thinking about them, right?” You asked him.

“I’m about to if you don’t stop bringing them up.” He said out of the corner of his mouth.

“Maybe I can take your mind off it?” You asked with a shrug.

“How?” Peeta barely got the word out before you were kissing him. He wrapped his arms around you to deepen the kiss as your hands found their way to his hair. There were no cameras and no witnesses because it was just yours.

“So we’re friends again?” Peeta asked once you pulled away.

“I don’t know. I don’t get jealous like over just my friends.” You said coyly. Peeta picked up on what you were saying and felt his face heat up. He pressed his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes.

“Good.” He said. “Because I never wanted to be just friends with you.”

[screampied]

HIHI VEGAS!! HOW ARE YA DOING?!

i’ve had this idea for a while and i was wondering if u could write it!!

trying to get off while your husband (geto or nanami) were gone on a mission that took a few days and you started to get frustrated because you couldn’t no matter how much you tried but little did you know he was standing at the door way to your shared room watching try so hard?! and after he confronted you about it he made you get off multiple times and you even squirted for the first time once or twice?!!

nanami catching you playing with yourself — ★.

cw. fem! reader, husband nanami, brief cunnılingus, praise, first time squırt, mdni. an. hii i’m okay!

with brows frustratingly furrowed and a tangled few fingers of yours curled into your sopping cunt, you whine. it’s been a few days since nanami left for a mission and truth be told—you missed him, dearly. more than anything though, you missed his beloved touch. only your husband knew how to make you moan with something as simple as physical touch. he knew you—more importantly, he knew your body. trembly legs of yours sprawl wide open whilst you’re in the midst of trying to locate your concealed g-spot. alas, it’s so cute because regardless of how many attempts you tried, you could never do it like he could. you’re struggling, coating the entirety of your digits with your slit before you slump back in detestation defeat.

a pout goes against your lips as you swear underneath your breath. yet little did you know, nanami was leaning against the door. “aw, sweetheart,” he murmurs in a soft voice, and you jolt immediately once you realize he’s been watching this entire time. you felt a sudden wave of hotness set against your skin like wind, embarrassment overtaking you. dragging his feet against the wooden floor, he tugs on his tie. “havin’ fun?” and once you pout more, he leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead. you shake your head and he chortles. “ohh, i see. poor baby couldn’t even do it right. but don’t worry, kento’s here—let’s pick up where you left off, yeah?”

his words were so so smooth, just his dialogue alone was enough for you to get off. nanami had a way with words for sure. he could say anything in his deep, tantalizing voice and you’d be creaming in an instant. that’s one of the many things he’s always loved about you though.

“o- okay,” you inhale a single sharp breath, having your wrist already bent to a ninety degree angle. two pathetic fingers of yours pull out and he gazes at the soaking mess of a scene. “i know ‘m supposed ‘ta wait ‘till you get home but i was bored, ‘ken. missed you so bad.”

“baby, ‘s okay,” he reassures with a warm smile, grabbing ahold of your wrist.

his touch, you were still a bit sensitive. as his fingers dance against your skin for a few seconds, you felt that familiar throbbing pool of heat introduce itself. a school of pulsing convulsions rupture out of you so haphazardly that it’s almost splitting you from the inside out. you’re panting out of your full, heavy lungs, and that’s when nanami plants a tender kiss near the beloved crown of your head. “missed you more. ‘n don’t worry that pretty head. ‘sides, you know you can call me right?”

“but— but you’d be working,” you mumble, watching as he slowly spreads your legs further.

nanami gingerly brings a hand between your thighs, a thumb stroking against your puffy swollen clit.

swollen to the very entrance, it’s drooling, dribbling sloppily with your anticipating arousal so much that he feels the inevitable tent arise in his slacks. he’d only been watching for a good five minutes—but he couldn’t stand to see his precious baby struggle. the least he could do was teach you right. as you’re still moaning up a storm, you conclude your sentence with a sweet and shaky, “didn’t wanna disturb you.”

“next time, call me,” and his voice was pitchy.

a fair amount of raspy baritone drags around his words before he inches his head down towards your thighs. softly, he grips your left leg before languidly giving your cunt three passionate kisses. those kisses were tender—entirely sloppy, his chin rubs against your folds and you whine, already feeling your arch.

you whimper out his name in pleasure with a featuring hand immediately digging through his mahogany messy strands.

“doesn’t matter if ‘m on my break or not, i’ll always make time for you. if you play with yourself baby—play with her, i wanna hear it too.”

the most kindest eyes meets your gaze for another time—they then flicker down towards your pussy before he swiftly whistles against it. “wheww, she’s all hot ‘n ready, isn’t she,” and speaking of hot, the air feels substantially thick. so thick that you could cut right through the weightless wind with a knife.

nanami lets off a gruff groan, reaching for his pants before yanking down his dress slacks. “sweetheart, i find it cute though. just the image of you not knowing how to finger yourself properly. thought i showed you how, remember?”

with a heaving gasp, your legs were laid all out for him on display as if your body was a canvas. showing off for him as if you were a mere museum piece.

in which—to be honest, you were.

his special, priceless museum piece.

“i— i tried,” you babble, the feverish air of his warm breath aerating against your folds makes you twitch. despite him being so patient and gentle with you—understanding even, he’s still a bit of a tease. he can’t help it. your sharp breathy pants only intensifies the more each millisecond seconds passes and progresses. all the while you’re trying to match your irregular breathing patterns, a clammy hand of yours combs through his umber, unkempt slick back. “can’t do it like you, kento. my fingers are too weak.”

“aw, ‘s okay. guess you jus’ need more training then,” he guffaws with the most kindhearted, gentle expression. that soon fades once you whine, feeling nanami’s plump, perfect lips surprise your cunt with a needy brief nibble.

the moment his rotating tongue swirls against your entrance its over. it’s so slick and,

already . .

you start to coat his chin with your wetness. it’s shimmery, shining against the window pane that had sun ricocheting against the class. so effortlessly pretty. with your quavering legs being all in the air practically, you grind your hips against his face as you’re laid back.

as countless whimpers mercilessly snatch out from your dry throat, you then start to feel the soft fading stubble of nanami’s against your pussy. briefly, it tickles against your skin before it grabs out a louder bundle of moans. the stimulation of his faint facial hair smearing against your entrance makes you pulse more than you’d initially realize. long, lengthy lashes of his flutter shut and as he’s buried between your thighs—seconds go by before he then gathers out two fingers.

his thickset index and a middle finger, both long and you only ached for them to be inside. you didn’t wanna wait anymore— all you knew was that you needed him.

badly, as if your life depended on it.

nanami’s fingers were so slender lengthy, staggering inches. already, you were losing your train of thought . . imagining his long fingers stirring the insides of your cunt, clamping down against your walls. as youre in your own erotic little phantasm, you try to think of it all. nanami praising you how good you’re doing, how soaked you are—even talking you through it in that warm, alluring voice.

as you’re entrapped in your own thoughts, it makes you suck your teeth in wanting desire. your imagery would only soon turn real within a few sloppy seconds.

“stay with me, silly girl,” he purrs, a teasing smile contorting against his lips. it’s a stretch—merely, with a swatting tiny smack against your cunt, you’re brought right back to reality. you moan, trailing your hooded eyes back down at him and he flashes you a warm, innocent smile. prying his mouth away momentarily, he prods an index finger against your entrance— watching as it slowly makes its way in. slowly, it seeps into your drenched cunt and you whine out a mewl. your sweet noises ring through his ears before he inserts another one. nanami mimics a bowling ball grip with his wrist, a low raspy, “oooh,” slithering out of his throat before he gives your pussy another kiss. a french kiss against your folds—deep, sloppy, and strictly passionate. your glutinous slick glosses against his lips—his chin and below, and it’s nothing but a pleasing sight to see.

lewd, but salaciously pleasing,

“seeee. all you had to do, sweetheart,” he murmurs in a hoarse tone.

hearing the sloshing slopping squelches your own cunt makes, he gets more aroused. you’re not helping the growing boner he’s got. still, nanami’s got the perfect angle, it’s almost too perfect.

two hands of yours drag near your neglected breasts—fondling with them as you bite your lip. once the bit skin gnashes against the keen edges of your teeth, you mom again. jerking further back, your lips slither cutely into an ‘o.’ chuckling, nanami then starts to ease both digits in and out. thrust after thrust—he starts off slow so you can adjust. he’s fingered you before, countless times even. but with him, it always seemed like the first time. it was that good.

its rhythm was enticing,

the crazed stimulation has your so brain fuzzy that you could barely comprehend anything but the soft padded tips of nanami’s thick fingers. “my, you’re quite the soaker today,” he continues to speak, and he lolls his tongue against your folds. your taste was his ultimate favorite—no matter how many times he’d get a quick slurp, he was never satisfied.

well—he was, but nanami kento was a perhaps a bit of a greedy man. he always wanted more of you.

every single time,

raising a brow, he grows curious once you suddenly sit up, pulling him towards you.

landing with an oof, he plops flat on his back. a hand runs through his messy hair as he cranes his neck to get a good look at you. you’re so breathtaking when you try to get what you want.

nanami doesn’t even bother to ask any questions, he always finds it cute whenever you try to have your way with him. keyword, try.

“well, excuse me,” and he spots the cute feral look in your dilated irises. you’re needy, still feeling your cunt twitch between your thighs, you crawl towards his lap to straddle him. “hm. w- what’s this?”

“wanna ride you,” was all your quavering lips could ramble out. nanami’s signature cologne scent was loud. as you make your way closer towards him, it was the only thing you could make out. his musk, his known, manly musk that never failed to give you obscene whiplash. nanami glances at the adorably ethereal sparkle in your eyes and his big hands glue onto your hips. sliding your laced panties to the crevices of your thighs, you spring out his weighty cock. “need you, ‘ken.”

“s… so impatient today, huh,” nanami softly smiles, allowing you to feel all over his body. despite him wearing mission clothes still, your hands felt his bulging muscles poke out through the piles of fabric.

once his hardened dick’s out, you moan—leaning into his neck, a hand of yours giving it a few solid pumps. nanami hisses, pulling you closer to him before you arise your jittery hips. “but- but my love,” he swallows, peppering a few kisses near the crook of your neck. “are ya sure you can handle it? you barely—”

“i can take it, ‘ken.”

famous last words—

you said you could take him, but it was the mere opposite. perhaps you’d let your horniness overtake you, because as you’re trying to barrel his fat tip inside, your legs tremor. it’s like the calm before the storm—your legs vibrate and twitch, preparing to erupt and quiver like a predicted earthquake. as you’re tightly holding onto his pent up shoulders, you whine, the peeling head of his plump cock smears itself against your soddened opening.

you’re trying to squeeze him in but he’s just so fucking so big.

your mouth then starts to open wider, voluntarily growing agape and sweet harmonic babbles of moans only escape through. it’s like you’re singing almost, except but in a much more lewd way.

it feels warm—a scorching hot type of warm.

regardless, it feels good even with you trying to take his size. you don’t get far, the head of his dick was so wide that again, you’re in awing rhapsody. you’re trying to have your cunt envelop his heat— feel him bottom out inside of you yet abruptly out of nowhere, you start to gush out.

it happens randomly. you’re not prepared, he didn’t even make his way inside. barely just the tip and here you were squirting all down his length. the sudden orgasm that drags out your throat was so long, it was pretty and bounced off the thin walls of the bedroom. a shrilling moan rudely ripples out from your esophagus as you make a cute attempt at thrusting forward. even still, you were determined to ride him—but still, it was no use. nanami grows a bit flustered at how you collapse into his chest, rubbing your head against him. he pats your head, a soft smile returning to his lips. “s- shiiit,” you croak out, sucking against the tender skin of his collar bone. nanami’s holding you firm and steady, a hand soothingly caressing down your back. the simple gesture alone calms you down, albeit you’re still shaking on his lap. your hips rapidly stutter over him, and you’re still feeling various piles of rapturing nirvana send you into a complete, euphoric trance. “k- ken, fuuuck.”

“i know princess,” he kisses against your earlobe, your narrow slitting entrance just dying to be stuffed.

you’ve never been more soaked—out of all the times, you’ve never made this much of a mess. you never squirted before, and it was a mesmerizing feeling. your legs felt like mush, still shaking and your cunt’s still trying to get over itself— throbbing and pulsing to it’s beating content. concise minuscule tears of sweat race down the sides of nanami’s thinly arched brows. a hand of his then grabs a fair chunk of your ass, making you rock against him before he lowly whispers to soothe your zealous state. your fervent was through the roof— it was a feeling you couldn’t describe let alone put into words. all you knew was that you wanted to do that again. as you’re still twitching a bit, nanami chuckles, bringing your hand up to his mouth to kiss it. “it’s okay, it’s okay,” and a smile creeps onto his face the moment you bury your face into his neck.

oh, you’re embarrassed. you thought you could ride him but instead you barely even lasted a few seconds. nanami was quite compassionate though—he holds you close in his arms, pressing another kiss against your collarbone. “don’t be shy. i never minded a little mess anyway.”

at his lewd, filthy words—you’re whining. you wanted him so bad and you wanted more. you bring your desperate lips towards his face to kiss him and happily, he returns the favor. a tongue of his collides with yours before a hand of his gently wraps around your throat. with moving muscles tangoing together, swaying in harmony—his hands continue to wander every inch of your body. nanami likes to take in your curves, the very curvature of your pretty physique—each spot his fingers locates and reaches, it sends you continuous new shivers every time. pulling away after a while to breathe, nanami then makes you lie on your back again. as he’s hovering over you, he leans down to kiss near your tummy. “don’t worry, wifey,” he shushes in a loving tone—his eyes filling up with even more adoring tenderness for you. you were just so pretty like this, exposed and underneath him. your body was like art to him. “i got you,” he coos, and as he raises your leg slowly, creating a damp trail of kisses from your knee to your ankle, he aligns his cock against your drooling slit. “kento’s got you,” he repeats in a sweet purr. “now let your husband take it from here. lie back— yeah, atta girl.”

[aurorasgate]

diluc ragnvindr x fem!reader

picking you up and putting you somewhere safe

“oh, no thank you.”

you had noticed the man's eyes on you from the moment you walked into the bar and it made you think you should have worn something other than a knee length dress that clung to your body. while you had wished for one particular man to see you in it, the very one you were waiting for, this drunkard was not him. 

when he moved closer, not seeming to notice or care about the distance you continued to put between you until you were at the edge of the bar and he asked to buy you a drink while he eyed you up and down, you felt exposed, uncomfortable, but thankful you had chosen the side of the bar that would not have cornered you.

you wondered if charles was in the back room and would mind if you waited there for diluc. surely he would understand once he saw this man and how unwilling he was to leave you alone, he’d probably ask him to leave entirely, but when you eagerly searched around for his familiar face in the busy tavern you could’t find him at all.

“aw, c’mon pretty. ‘s just a drink,” his words were slurred, the smell of alcohol on his breath making you nauseous when he leans in close to you, clumsy and uncaring of your personal space. “i don’ bite.” 

“i said no,” you’re firmer, colder, this time when pull back, trying to create space between you and slow your heart rate that had become frantic, the polite smile you offered on your first decline nowhere to be seen. “please leave me alone.”

and please hurry diluc. you didn’t want to chance waiting in here a moment longer, not when your throat felt tight and you weren’t certain if this man would leave you alone but when you turned to try to make your escape through the back door, you can still feel the closeness of him,  you knew you had been right.

“hey now,” you don’t dare look at him but before you can take more than a step away, you feel a sweaty, too hard grasp of hand clasping onto your arm and it forces you to turn around,” n’ need to be *hick* like that sweets-”

“don’t touch me!” you smack his hand off of you, the sting of it lingering on the back of your hand, an unease strain to your voice. you were beyond anxious to get out of here and go running for diluc, though your outfit and thin sandals would not make for good running attire.

taking quick steps backwards, trying to get away before he could get ahold of you again, before you were going to cry angry tears and make a scene in your boyfriends tavern, your body crashes against something, someone, you hadn't expected to be there. before you can look back to see who it is or even register what’s happening fully, the tavern falls into silence at the breaking of glasses and bottles crashing at your feet and the splash of wine and beer that’s now pooling at your feet and splattered on your legs.

it would have been all of you soaking in alcohol and cut by glass, joined on the floor with poor charles who was mostly unharmed but undoubtedly wet, had it not been for the strong and familiar arm that wraps around your middle and keeps you upright. it all happened in the blink of an eye, had not given you any time to do more than hang on to the black coat you found yourself pressed into and when you open your eyes again, the loveliest shade of red and the deepest black is all you see. 

you clung to the fabric your hands had held countless times, feeling dilucs arm wrap protectively around you tighter as you look up at him. his body was angled to keep you pressed into his side, as if he was hiding you, with him standing between you and the man who wouldn’t leave you alone. you could see the tense set of dilucs jaw and the lick of flames behind his ruby eyes, feel the way his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths that only seemed to fuel the fire. 

you have no idea how he was at your side so quickly. you hadn’t seen or heard him walk in, didn’t know how he could have gotten to as fast as he had with the tavern as busy as it is but here he was, holding you, protecting you.

“diluc-”

“hey! let- let go of me!” the drunk man protests and drowned out your voice. it was then you noticed his outstretched arm and the white knuckle grip diluc had on it. his hands were covered by his gloves but with the way the leather of them and the fabric of the mans long sleeve shirt bunched, the flex of his arm under his jacket, anyone could tell it was not a light grip.

“get out of my tavern,” dilucs voice was deep, commanding, and the only thing to be heard in angels share. the gazes watching you all were visibly taken aback by the young master's cool slipping but you couldn’t deny what it was doing to you either; making your knees weak and heat blossom in your core. “and do not come back.”

diluc let go of his arm, giving him the chance to go without more of a fuss, but the man hadn't backed down. the air was filled with tension that was keeping anyone from even breathing when the drunkard could not stop his running mouth, though he was smart enough to not move any closer.

“‘c’mon! i didn’t mean anythin’” he throws up his hands. “was just trying to show a lonely girl a good time and she-”

“i would advise you to be careful with how you speak about my girlfriend,” there was no doubt diluc was angry, and very quickly losing more of his patience but the way he held you, soft and unwavering, calling you his girlfriend.. it wasn’t that you needed anyone else to hear it but you hearing your title to him said out loud would never fail to make you nearly burst into a dozens of pyro crystals flies.

you bury yourself into dilucs side, trying to hide your flushed state. it had been such a quick change from how anxious you felt before, nearly giving you a whiplash, but diluc had always calmed your worries and made you feel safe. you couldn’t help it even if you tried and he had certainly not made it any easier.

“leave. i will not repeat myself again.”

with a scoff and a hiccup you heard the drunk man stumble away, the moments following remaining quiet until his footsteps disappeared and the door closed behind him. it wasn’t until then that you felt dilucs body relax but it was charles’ voice that broke the silence in the tavern, the chatter of patrons slowly following after.

“everything’s alright folks, we’ll get everything cleaned up and taken care of.”

the firm body you had been tucked into left you too quickly for your liking but diluc did not go far or let his hand be removed from you. glass cracked under his steps in his movements to face you and look you over, frowning further upon seeing the small cuts along the tops of your feet, the countless pieces of glass surrounding your delicate shoes and the red wine stains on your legs going up your shins.

you tried to speak, not caring about the your small injury when you didn’t even know if charles was okay. “charles i’m so-”

before you could finish your words or grasp that you are no longer on your feet, you’re being lifted into the air, diluc ensuring to collect the end of your dress under your knees when he cradles you in his arms and against his chest. the only thing on his mind was your safety and he didn’t care who watched as he held you like this or the way you nuzzle yourself into him and whisper against his collar. 

“i’m okay,” you assure him, not fighting to get out of his hold and letting him carry you towards the back room without another word.

with his heel he kicks the door closed behind him, muffling the usual atmosphere of the tavern that had now returned full force. you can hear the beating of his heart in your ear pressed against him and under its strong melody you truly could have forgotten about the whole thing that led to this.

gently, diluc sets you down on the desk he normally works from, his hands only leaving you to take off his gloves. even when he reaches for the first aid kit in one of the desk drawers his other hand is holding onto yours, letting the thumb you rub along his knuckles ease the flames that were building within him and making him see red.

he had hurried past the crowd when you saw you in distress and all he could think about was protecting you, not letting drunk patrons touch what was not theirs. it hadn’t helped his heart seeing what waited at your feet if you tried to move and he hadn’t thought about anything other than getting you somewhere safe when he scooped you into his arms so easily. even now, even after you told him you were okay, it was as though he had tunnel vision and could only see the cuts and sticky drinks on your skin.

but there’s a pause in his movements, a reluctance to let you go when everything he needs is not within arms reach and in an attempt to calm his worries, you squeeze his hand in yours, relishing in the callouses and scars that you feel amongst the softness of his skin. you didn’t get to feel them nearly enough like this.

it stops him completly.

“i’m sorry,” he says, not meeting your eyes.

“‘luc,” the way you call him never failed to bring those ruby eyes you love back to you and now was no exception. you bring your free hand to his face, the fingers brushing along his cheek, making his heart skip far too many beats, your touch the balm to his unease. “you have no reason to be sorry.”

“i should have been here sooner. i shou-”

“hey,” you stop him before he can blame himself any further, before he gets lost in what should have happened to avoid it all. “i was a little earlier than we agreed but even if i wasn’t, you can’t always be right next to me-”

but oh how he would love to be within the radius of your light with every breath he took.

“- no matter how much i want you to be,” you add, quiet and with tender love in your eyes, the swirling emotions in his own as he leans into your touch making your cheeks warm. “but you’re here now and really, i am okay.”

he takes a step closer to you, his scent and heat enveloping you, the slight chapness of his lips against your forehead bringing to life the butterflies in your stomach, bringing both of your hands to reach for his chest. 

it would still take him cleaning your legs and cuts himself, taking care of every single scrape for him to truly convince himself but your words sooth him nonetheless, as they always have. “i’m grateful for that,” he whispers against your skin, making a silent vow that you would never have to experience anything like that, especially in his own places, again. 

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[housesmotorcycle]

𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒．

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dad!house x mom!reader

hiii guys this is my first little blurb! hope you all enjoy. i’m still getting the hang of tumblr so this is not gonna be very good..

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You and your husband, Gregory House. yes the world renowned diagnostition, have been happily married for almost 3 years now. A year ago you two welcomed a baby girl into your lives, D/N. She’s the best thing that has ever happened to the two of you.

You and your husband both work at Princeton Plainsboro and both have your own departments, making your work shifts almost 15 hours long. Making it hard to watch your 1 year old daughter and balance work. Blythe, Houses mom recently offered to watch D/N during the day and you took that offer immediately. It taking a massive weight off both your shoulders.

You and House are idly cuddled up on your sofa, your side pressing against his. Oh how you loved these moments alone with the love of your life. It was dark outside, only the dimness of the orange tinted lamp lighting up your living room. House was focused on some random book he’s had his nose in for a while, reading glasses hanging low on his nose. You two are minding your own businesses until the door knocks. Assuming it’s Houses mom, he gets up and goes to the door.

D/N is a total daddy’s girl. She always has been, since the second she was born. House opens your front door and basks in the sight infront of him. Blythe holding D/N as she fusses in her arms. Houses face lights up at the sight of his beautiful princess.

D/N sees her father standing at the door and her eyes light up. Oh how she loves her daddy.

“Da..!” she mumbles. She hasn’t quite gotten her words down yet..

House smiles at his daughter and reaches out to take her from his mom’s arms. His mom says goodnight to him and she leaves.

“Hi my princess..!” House says and kisses the top of her head and bops her up and down.

You poke your head over the couch and see your husband and your daughter. You smile widely and usher House to bring her to you on the couch.

“My beautiful girl! How was your day today?” You ask her as if she can carry the conversation along. She babbles and claps as a response and you laugh. It’s still only what.. 6pm? You and House already ate and Blythe informed you that she fed D/N. Usually this would be the time that you and House would have some playtime with D/N. You do this playtime to try and force her first words out of her.

“Okay missy..” You say and scoop her out of houses hands. “How about some playtime huh?” You add and sit criss-cross on the floor with D/N in your lap. You slide the box of random toys out from under your coffee table and House just plops down onto the couch and watches you two.

You dig through the box of toys, trying to find a toy that can be easily said. You pull out a plastic..apple? You sigh and hold it up to D/N’s face.

“Okay babe what is this?!” You say enthusiastically and house laughs at the way you say it. D/N just giggles and claps.

House couldn’t help but crack a smile at your excessive enthusiasm and your attempts to get first words out of their extremely stubborn baby girl. He leaned back into the couch watching you with their daughter in your lap with a toy in your hand.

“You do realize she can’t exactly talk yet, right?” House quips.

You shoot a playful glare at him

“I know she can’t talk yet! But you know how important these first words are!” I say and shake the plastic apple infront of D/Ns face.

You really just hope that D/N will say something other than ‘dada’ right now.

D/N grabs ahold of the apple and she mumbles something like ‘abbal’.

You squint your eyes at D/N, trying to decipher her mumbled word

"Did...did she just say 'apple’” You ask and smile

House leans forward on the couch, his attention piqued

"It sounded like it," He says, a small smirk on his face. "I think that counts as a first word."

You turn D/N around and pepper her face with kisses.

“I’m so proud of you baby! Good girl!” You say and clap and she lets out a gummy smile.

House watches the interaction between you and D/N, a sweet smile painted on his face.

"You're going to spoil her," He teases, but clearly pleased with your reaction.

"At this rate she's going to be a diva." House adds and laughs.

“Yeah.. it’s because she’s cute”

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i didn’t know how else to end it. enjoy sexy beasts. also follow my tiktok @h0usesmotorcycle 😈

[standamianwayne]

yandere!batfam/damian’s twin!reader

cw: one (1) cuss word, underage drinking ig? (reader and dami have like two sips of beer lol), i can’t write a fight/sparring scene to save my life oops

The silence in the gym was almost eerie.

Sure, there were the sounds of soft panting and muttered curses, hand and feet meeting skin and bone, and the occasional thump when one gets knocked to the ground. Those were normal when it came to you and Damian and sparring. What wasn’t normal was the lack of another presence.

The two of you were hardly ever alone nowadays, with how big your family is. Sometimes it’s nice, seeing as how it was just the two of you for a while. But, though you’d never tell each other, you did miss your twin.

Damian missed you too, but he certainly didn’t miss the way you went easy on him. You deny it, of course, but the two of you were evenly matched in every way when it came to combat. If you tried as much as he did, you would tie at the very least, but even when you were younger you’d let him win. If he gave 100% (which he always did, thank you), you would give 99%, it was just a fact.

The fight ends like every other one does, with Damian knocking you to the floor and pinning you there. There’s a sense of pride when he defeats an opponent, an inflation of his ego. He doesn’t feel that.

The two of you don’t talk much, trying to catch your breath and cool down. A bead of sweat rolls down your side when Damian breaks the silence between you — something he hasn’t done since… you’re not sure when.

“You should try harder.” He says. His eyes are pointed at the ground, but his face is fixed into a glare. There’s a hint of a sneer on his lips, trying to bite back a snarky comment.

“…I’m trying as hard as I can,” you reply, a huff leaving your lips. It’s a mix of frustration and a bit of guilt. Is it a crime that you want your little (less than an hour, but still!) brother to win? At the same time, you can tell what he’s thinking: that you go easy on him. Which, truth be told… okay yeah maybe he has a point.

You don’t see him as inferior, you don’t think that you have to lower yourself for his benefit. For others, it’s impossible to see past his steely green gaze, to truly get ahold of his thoughts. For you, it’s obvious: he thinks the opposite— you see him as a kid still.

“Obviously not,” Damian snaps his head up to glare at you. For a moment, you can almost see the demon that everyone else does, though that thought quickly washes away. “Stop going easy on me. I’m not weak, in case you needed reminding.” He spits out the word like it’s bile. To him, it may as well be.

“I did not,” You furrow your eyebrows in return. Not quite a glare, more so a stern look. “I don’t think that of you, you know that.”

“Oh, do I? You surely don’t act like it.” He rises from his sitting position, now standing over you. You don’t bother looking up, instead letting your eyebrows raise as your expression stays flat. “You hold yourself back,” it’s almost a scoff that leaves his mouth, “you always have. I can take a hit— I don’t need you to treat me like I’m still some brat!”

“Don’t you like winning?” You ask, leaning back on your sore palms, relaxed as ever. “I’m already putting in effort to fight you, I don’t get why you can’t just take the victory.”

“Because it’s not an even match!” You aren’t sure if you’ve ever seen your brother this mad frustrated before. “And clearly whatever ‘effort,’” he uses air quotes, also something you’re not sure you’ve ever seen him do, “you’re putting in isn’t enough.”

You can help but roll your eyes, glancing away from him. “Fine, whatever,” you concede, figuring the fight isn’t worth it. “Next time we spar, I’ll kick your ass.”

It’s weird, if anyone else had said that to Damian, he’d probably scratch their eyes out. With you, he lets his lips curl into a snarky grin. “You better,” he nods. You nod back.

With that settled, you return to your routines. ‘Next time’ rolling in your brains.

Of all the amenities Wayne Manor has to offer, you’ve become quite fond of the outdoor pool. Not only is it great for exercising in general, but you have a habit of coming out here late at night. Like now, for example.

You aren’t a drinker, not really. Occasionally, Bruce will let you have a glass of wine or something at dinner. It’s not like you necessarily enjoy alcohol, but when you saw a pack of beer in the fridge — well, who are you to pass up an opportunity?

So, you sat on the edge of the pool, the bottom half of your legs submerged in the water with a beer bottle in hand. It was a bit chilly out, but it was a rare night off for you — hard to complain, really.

You don’t bother to look when you hear footsteps approaching from behind. Why bother, you already know to whom they belong.

Damian plops down next to you. A bit ungracefully, might you add, considering his whole ‘poise and proper’ demeanor he tends to portray. Wordlessly, you grab the unopened bottle and hand it over to him. Wordlessly, he pops it open and takes a sip.

“Ugh,” he sneers, pulling the bottle away from his lips, “this tastes awful. Who even buys this stuff?”

You shrug, because you don’t really know either. Probably Dick, you guess, but it doesn’t really matter. “It’s beer, nobody buys it for the taste,” you point out.

“Fair…” A light silence stretches for a few moments, only broken by the water rippling around your legs. The lights from the pool are still on, you told Alfred you’d be the one to turn them off, illuminating you both in blue.

“Do you think,” you start hesitantly, “that we, like, made a mistake by staying here? That we’re too… different?” You look up from your lap to glance to your brother. Even you aren’t too sure why you said that. It’s not like you’ve been made to feel unwelcome (well, not by your family, anyway).

It’s another moment of silence, something that seems to be all too common between you two nowadays, before Damian responds. “No,” he says simply with a small shake of his head, “I don’t feel that way at all.”

“Hm,” you hum appraisingly. You aren’t too sure what to say next, so you tuck your lips between your teeth, only undoing so to take a sip of your drink. “Just me, then.”

heyyy…. hey… how yall doing 😅😅😅😅 uh so… been two months! sorry for not uploading yall. lot has happened, got busy, and i’ve been on and off sick these past two months. but! hopefully i’m back?? eh who knows.

thank you guys for supporting me again! i say this every time i upload but oh well lol. love you guys 😛😛

[mewfistoe]

so this is another bit of that “we’re not dating but we also are dating/couple that’s not a couple” thing….

check out the end for an A/N on the dynamic and why they are the way that they are lmao

this time, you try to figure out Sylus’ hunter crush

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The twins try to help. Really they do. They mean well. It’s just that, well, they’re young and impatient and the yearning is kind of driving them nuts. Anyway, one day, they get ahold of you at the Onychinus base and rope you into a conversation about Sylus. They heavily(HEAVILY) insinuate that the boss has a “crush” on a special hunter from the Association that you might be familiar with and well, this is the aftermath of that….

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It was a funny sight. Sylus was currently crouched on the floor of your apartment, peering underneath your coffee table. He had dropped by earlier under the pretense of looking for a part of Mephisto’s wing that had fallen off the day before.

“….”

His lies were getting worse and you had no compunctions about telling him so.

“You can stop by just because you wanna say something or see me, y’know? You don’t always have to blame it on Mephie. That crow already has enough crimes to his name.”

You allow yourself a smug self-satisfied smile as he scoffs at your remark but still gives up the bit and stands up. “Besides, you built that crow. I highly doubt he’s so easily damaged.”

Sylus smiles as he gives you with a fond look. “Nothing gets by a hunter of the Association now does it?” he says lightly.

You smile back, and then in a slightly sing-song tone of voice reply, “Speaking of hunters from the Association and birds….another little bird told me something very interesting the other day. Two little birds actually…”

“Oh?” Strangely, Sylus seemed a little bit on guard at that, although he clearly didn’t want to show it. If you hadn’t grown so good at reading his micro-expressions you wouldn’t have noticed it at all. He fixes a smile on his face and tilts his head forward slightly “And what did these two little birds have to say that was so interesting?….”

You ignore how his smile doesn’t fully reach his eyes and continue on, your smile a bit more mischievous, “Well it was about this big mean crow that likes to bother hunters on their off time!”

The smile on his face doesn’t move at all as he waits for you to continue.

“These little birds told me that….this big mean crow might have a little crush on someone from the Hunter’s Association!”

Sylus stares at you for a second or two too long before giving a hearty laugh. “Is that so? Is that the sort of thing little birds tell you?” he chuckles, “You really should learn how to communicate with Mephisto better, sweetie. I promise you he is a much better conversationalist than whatever birds you’ve been chatting with.”

You ignore him, refusing to be swayed “Y’know…if this big mean crow would admit things out loud…maybe this hunter from the Association could actually be of some service.”

Sylus suddenly stiffens and he stares straight at you. It looks like he’s not even breathing for a few seconds. He licks his lips and swallows, strangely obvious nervous tics for a man who prides himself on staying calm in nerve-wracking situations. He seems to catch onto this himself and when he speaks, his voice comes out as smooth as always “Oh? And how would this Miss Hunter be of service to the big mean crow?”

“Wellll…for one, this Miss Hunter works at the Association!”

“Yes…she does, doesn’t she?” His eyes scan yours for something. You’re not sure what it is he’s looking for, so you go on.

“Yes! And, this Miss Hunter knows a LOT of hunters. Hunters that maybe this big mean crow has met before? Some very crush-worthy hunters? Maybe even a hunter named…” you pause a second for dramatic effect, eyes locked on his to catch any hint of emotion, “…TARA!” You say Tara’s name like it’s a gotcha moment.

Sylus stares blankly at you. No nervous widening of the eyes or quick inhale of breath at the name.

“…Tara?” you try again, “From the…”

He continues to stare at you. He looks like he’s wondering if you are unwell.

“No? Oh, hmm...” you pause to think for a second “….maybe…Lois?”

His brow furrows. “Sweetie, what are you-“

“….Simone? Did you, have you met Simone before? I can’t remember if she was there at karaoke that day or not…”

“…what? Simone who?”

“…Alex?” you try again, “Is it Alex? I know you met him at the resort too that time….”

You hem and haw for a bit. trying to think of other hunter’s that Sylus might have met before, “Jenna? Andrew? …Nero?”

Sylus has walked up to you quietly without you noticing. Large hands gently hold onto your shoulders and your face looks up to meet his gaze. He looks vaguely concerned.

“Are you okay, sweetie?”

You sigh and stare him straight in the eyes. “I’m trying to figure out the hunter you have a crush on!”

He blinks.

“Luke and Kieran let on that you might have a little crush on a ‘certain special hunter’ from the Association, so I’m trying to figure out who it is!” you tell him.

His hands slip from your shoulders as he takes a step back and gives a deep sigh, “Oh kitten…”

“I know you met some of my coworkers when we had that retreat at your fancy resort that one time…but I guess you’ve probably run into other hunters too, given your…occupation,” you try to meet his gaze again but he has closed his eyes and is pinching the bridge of his nose gently.

“Hey, I’m trying to tell you that you can tell me!” You take a step towards him and he takes another sigh, “We’re friends now, aren’t we? If you tell me, I can help put in a good word for you!” you pause, “Secretly, kind of. Might have to stick with the Skye persona for a while at first.” You pause, “But I can totally be your wingman! Really!”

Sylus shakes his head slowly, seemingly exasperated. You take the opportunity to grab at his arm so he stops pinching his nose and looks at you.

“You can tell me. I promise.” Your voice is softer. He’s staring at you again, “I can even give you tips if I’m friends with whoever your crush is.” Your lips feel dry and you lick them before continuing, “Tara likes fortune-telling and gossip, she’s super friendly and already thinks Skye is a pretty interesting person. Not sure about your singing though…. Serenading her is definitely off the table. As for Simone, she’s super into mechanical stuff, she modifies our weapons at the Association. She’s really good at it! Ooh, you guys would have loads to talk about actually. If you like her, just show her Mephisto or your bike, she’ll love the modifications you’ve-“

“Stop.” Sylus presses a finger against your mouth. “Please, sweetie. Please. Just…” He takes a few seconds to look straight into your eyes before he closes his eyes again and takes a deep breath as he pulls his hand away. When he finally looks at you again, he seems tired. “Don’t listen to Luke and Kieran. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“But-“

“Shh. Let me finish. Trust me, sweetie. They don’t know what they’re talking about. They’re just messing with you. I don’t have a crush on any of your hunter friends at the Association.”

“…oh.” you bite your lip, “I thought…”

Sylus gives another sigh, this one more fond than tired or frustrated. He continues on breezily, as if trying to set the mood for a bantering session, “Really kitten, you shouldn’t make it so easy for them. If you keep on being so gullible they’ll never stop having fun at your expense…” You give a huff, Sylus pays it no mind and goes on, “Honestly, I thought maybe you’d gotten better at figuring out when they’re pulling your leg.” He gently prods your arm a bit, “You really thought I had my eye on one of your Association’s hunters?”

You pout and cross your arms. “I’m going to have some words with those two the next time I see them!”

Sylus smiles and cups your face gently to get a better look at your pout. “Mm…. You should spend some more time over at the Onychinus base, sweetie. Maybe you’ll start to catch onto their tricks better if you do. Get more used to it and all that.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead like he can’t help himself.

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When Sylus returns home, he doesn’t say anything about the incident with you earlier. However, the twins do notice later that night that their schedules for the next few weeks are jam packed with all their least favorite tasks. They’re smart and they figure it out, even before you come over and give them each a heated earful about spreading silly rumors.

Best to keep their noses out of Sylus’ business with you, even if it was done with the best of intentions.

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A/N: So, my MC and Sylus are in a friends-with-benefits kind of situation. It’s all kisses and cuddles and hangouts (and more) but hey, whoa, we’re not actually together.

Sylus, as he does, wants more. He actively wants and hopes for a serious relationship. My MC does too…but she also has major, major commitment issues and insecurity anxieties abt the whole thing. She’s afraid of losing herself in a relationship and also doesn’t want to read too deep into whatever weird kissy friendship they have, because what if Sylus is just messing around with her to mess around? He reads like he wants to be in a relationship with her but can she be so sure? So anyway, she also doesn’t want more a deeper relationship. This all makes her want to appear really extra okay and supportive of them not being together, and of any other romantic interests that might befall Sylus. Is she secretly a bit jealous at the thought? Yeah, but she’s never going to admit it.

You might notice Sylus staring into her eyes a lot. It’s cause he can see what she desires. And frankly what she wants is kind of a shitshow? She wants to be with him but she also doesn’t, and she wants to know that he’s serious but she also doesn’t want to know. Sylus isn’t 100% sure how to proceed with that and for as blunt as Sylus is, he always lets her take the lead in the relationship. I see him as being terrified of her getting scared or upset and avoiding him - so he doesn’t want to push her. And the result is that they’re kind of stuck in this push-pull couple-but-not-a-couple situationship.

tl;dr - Basically, I’m self-inserting my commitment issues into my MC. Because this is how it would probably have to go down if MC were actually like me.

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shower sex with enhypen hyung line btw i love ur work

Slippery Slopes

▪︎Summary: Shower Sex with Hyung Line

▪︎cw: established relationship, fluff, ddlg elements, nsfw, minors dni

A/n: love you for reading <3

▪︎ Heeseung | 희승

A gorgeous man with unfortunate slut tendencies who follows you into the shower almost any chance he gets. Heeseung will almost always inevitably end up inside of you when he hears the shower running. He sneaks his way into the bathroom, reaching down to pull his shirt over his head until all you could see is honey skin and an infuriating smile.

"Is there room for one more?"

"Get out."

Heeseung smiles as he crowds your naked body into the shower. You try to move away- to create a safe amount of distance but Heeseung quickly slinks his arm around your waist, pushing your tits against his chest. "It's my fucking house. I can go where I wanna go,"

Instead of dipping his head down to kiss him like you had initially hoped, Heeseung instead dips down to pull one mipple into the warmth of his mouth. He has the audacity to groan while you lose all feelings in your legs, threatening to have you hurtling to the wet floor if you weren't careful.

"I love fucking you here," he whispers, "You're already wet so there's no need for much preparation..."

▪︎ Jay | 제이

Jay takes his boyfriend duties gravely seriously. Almost as seriously as his job. You were a necessary force in his life, and so he thought nothing of it when he saw you sleepily stumbling into the bathroom.

Having failed to talk you out of showering while you were clearly exhausted- mind body and soul- Jay relented and hopped into the shower with you.

Hellbent on helping you get through your entire routine without any slip ups (or hard-ons... of which Jay was failing miserably)

He had begun by washing you, which elicited an unsatisfactory grumble from your throat. "I can do it myself Jay-" you whine in that particular octave that gives Jay both cuteness aggression, and an unspeakable wave of lust.

"I know you can," he whispers "I also know you're about to fall asleep under the showerhead. Who's gonna give you kisses if you slip and fall in the shower." You loved how he babies you. It made you feel scorching all over.

Suddenly you were wide awake.

Jay kneels down on the limestone until he is face to face with your glistening cunt. He swallows thickly, resuming his mission of scrubbing your legs and your feet.

"I know what else could help me stay awake..." You're already curling your hand into Jay's wet hair, urging him towards where you needed him most.

Jay grumbles your name in warning. His eyes pierce up at you in a wicked warning as he says, "So needy..."

But when you bring him close enough, he drops your body wash and exfoliant on the floor. Immediately dragging your cunt to his open mouth until you're being forced to ride him.

He's uncomfortable kneeling on the limestone floor but your moans and whimpers of pleasure keep him locked away in a sea of pleasure.

▪︎ Jake | 제이크

"I'm going to take a shower"

So sorry to have to type this one reader but Jake definitely, wholeheartedly looks up at you with his gigantic puppy eyes and asks "Without me?"

While you're trying to stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your skull, Jake grabs ahold of your hand, letting you lead him to the bathroom.

"This is just going to be a normal shower, Jakey-"

He nods eagerly, like a puppy far too keen in following orders. You frown as you begin to undress

"Jake, Repeat what I just said-"

"Issa normal shower, babe," but his eyes are zeroed in on your chest, his mind concocting all sorts of wicked imagery whereby those perfect tits are covered in soapy suds. It's no wonder Jake's lips are already crashing onto yours the very second you step foot in the running shower.

"Jake..." you tried to warn, but he's already backing you further into the shower, up until your back hits the limestone surface and he has you.

His hands slide over the glistening expanse of your sides, dipping down until he's hooking your leg around his waist.

"You're so fucking hot," his whispers bleed into the cacophony of the running water and your head snaps back against the limestone- now fully ready for for him.

"Don't fucking drop me-" you manage to whimper, in between Jake splaying messy kisses along your neck as he lines his cock up with your entrance.

"Hold on then," He grabs a hold of your arms, securing them behind his head as he begins to fuck you against tue wall, rough and hard, with zero restraint. His breath intermixes with yours and your eyes cross until you see nothing but absolute stars.

"Stay with me, Bunny," he whispers as he pushes your shower cap back, wiping away the myriad droplets falling into your face. All the better to see you. "Stay with me."

▪︎ Sunghoon | 성훈

It always starts off innocent with him.

Showering together is something couples do- or so Sunghoon hears from your romance dramas he conspicuously listens in on. It shouldn't be too big of a deal because you two already knew the expanse of each other's bodies. He tethered every scar, every curve and ever crevice of you to his mind, never to forget how absolutely ravishing you looked for him naked.

Yet here he is, unable to inflate his lungs even with the slightest bit of humid air.

This should be easier.

"Could you pass me the soap, Hoonie?" And perhaps, maybe there's a reality in which he could've just handed you the soap without any other slip-ups. But you asked him so politely, so perfectly, with those big eyes batting up at him as if he were God- and he absolutely lost it.

"Sunghoon... What're you-"

The words scatter when Sunghoon presses you against the wall, wrenching your legs apart before pressing one large, domineering hand against your cunt.

Sunghoon doesn't say much when he rubs your already soaking cunt with his index and middle finger. He's even quieter when he pushes those fingers in, with only the sound of running water to guide you through it.

"H-Hoon- wait- '' you pull at his wrist- already sensing the tingles of your orgasm threatening to creep up on you and have you lasting an embarrassingly short while. You keep his hand inside, choosing instead to move your hips until you're riding his fingers at your own pace.

"Fuck-" the whimper slips out of your mouth, prompting Sunghoon to shake his head lightly as he watches you come undone. "My pretty little slut..."

[peacheeeliz]

029. very demure, very cutesy (wc: 909)

“Hey, hey, let's sit down for a bit,” Yunho's soft voice rings through your ears as he hovers his hand behind your lower back. He takes hold of your hand, helping you down to the floor of the closet. “You gotta be careful, pretty.”

In any other situation, your cheeks would flush at the pet name that falls from his lips and the placement of his hands. But after being locked in your hallway closet by none other than Wooyoung, your blood boiled with anger. Quiet curses for your friend left your mouth, along with incoherent murmurs that Yunho couldn't help but chuckle at.

“You look really pretty tonight,” he tells you in hopes that it'll take your mind off Wooyoung for a moment. He cups your cheek, turning your gaze away from the door and toward him. “I haven't been able to tell you yet.”

Finally, any trace of Jung Wooyoung leaves your mine, and you lean into the man's warm touch. Your eyes flutter shut, too drunk to even remember why you were mad just seconds prior. Yunho smiles softly at you, rubbing his thumb across your cheek gently. “I don't think you and Hongjoong should drink together again. You enable each other too much.”

You whine, “we do not. He's my Jjoongrami buddy,” you tell him, letting your eyes open again. “You're gonna take away my Jjoongrami buddy?”

“If you can tell me how much you've drank tonight, then I won't,” he teases, watching the way your eyes struggle to focus in the dimly lit closet. “And you know I'd hate to do that. Your yapping earlier was just too cute.”

You bring your finger up to his lips, shushing him as blush rises to your cheeks. “I haven't drank that much. Just a little bit,” you say, trying to count how many shots you've had with your free hand. “What was it? Three shots? Four? No, two. Definitely two.”

“Try fifteen,” he corrects, shaking his head. “I have no idea where you got two from, sweetheart.”

You try to push his hand away, ears shining red at the second pet name of the night. “Stop saying stuff like that,” you tell him, huffing.

“Stuff like what, pretty?” He questions, a knowing glint in his eyes. “You've got to be more specific.”

“Like that,” you repeat, turning away from him. “Pretty and sweetheart, it makes my heart flutter.”

“Then you've got to stop calling me baby,” he answers, letting out a light laugh. He waits until you turn back to him, “it makes my heart flutter, my stomach twist and turn. I could go on.”

“I wish it was easier for us to be together,” you pout, cupping both of his cheeks. You squish them together, giggling at his puffed out lips. “Why did you have to be an idol? Why did Yuyu have to be an idol? The first streamer I have a crush on, and he's a member of Ateez.”

“Pretty, it doesn't have to be as hard as you think it'll be,” he tells you, grabbing ahold of your hands and pulling them away from his face. He brings them down to his lap, continuing to hold onto them. “I don't care what anyone says, okay? I just want to be with you.”

Your eyes soften at his words, causing him to feel a pang in his heart. “I can go without streaming, but I can't go without being with you,” he continues. “I'm glad you were the first streamer I decided to get close to. I'm glad I'm so bad at Minecraft that I accidently killed you in our first interaction.”

You let out a laugh at his comment, shaking your head. You hesitate to speak up, “Yun, you don't mean that. Of course, you would care about what people say. This is your career we're talking about here.”

“No, we're not talking about my career,” he says, smile faltering. “We're talking about us, pretty. Me and you. I don't want you to care about my job, my company, or my fans. Just care about me.”

He leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and gentle against your skin. “Please, just think about me for now. We can worry about everything else when we need to,” he whispers, smiling down at you.

He watches you nod slowly, blushing even more at his words and gentle gesture – if it was even possible. He leans in to press another soft kiss to your lips, the taste of alcohol and your cherry lip gloss lingering on his own lips.

Your heartbeat quickened at the unannounced gesture, but you couldn't stop yourself from melting into the kiss. One of his hands reaches up to circle the side of your face, while the other finds its place hovering over your back to pull you in closer to him.

“Fuck yeah!” The two of you hear from the other side of the closet door, from none other than Jung Wooyoung. You pull away from each other, hearing the boy continue to ramble in the other room. “I told you this shit would work, didn't I?”

Despite your annoyance, you smile when you see the shine of your lip gloss on Yunho's lips. You bring your thumb up to wipe it away, “just me and you.” He breaks out into a big smile at your words, pulling you back in for another kiss.

synopsis ⤏ you're trying to peacefully build your starter house on the empires server when your neighbor so rudely (accidentally) kills you, starting the biggest war on the server just one day in.

a/n: just one more chapter to go 🥲 i'm so sad but at least yucloudz are together!!

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What the Emperor Wants

Part 3

Summary: Belonging to Geta

Notes: Tried to make reference to Ancient Roman times with locales, possible hairstyles and practices kept with their slaves.

Domus: Home, Triclinium: A room with three sofa/cushions where they could lounge and eat.

Warning: mention of ownership.

“You will be dressed and groomed accordingly, while here in Rome and elsewhere.”

“What if I don’t wish to be owned by you?”

Your father remarked once before you had been plucked up and brought here that your quick tongue would get you in trouble.

His eyes slid over you, his brow furrowed. “Are you refusing me?“

“No, sire. I was curious.”

He shook his head. “You are feisty.” He shrugged. “If you are too rebellious I’ll have you sent to an island.”

Your heart felt like it stilled, as you immediately glanced over at him. A chuckle poured from his lips once again.

A chill raced down your back.

You immediately knelt. “Sire, thank you for what you are about to bestow on me.” You swallowed. “My curiously got the better of me and took ahold of my tongue.” You glanced up at him. “I hope I will be of a good value.”

“I knew you were smart.” He turned, the fabrics of his toga blurred in the flickering candles. “Now follow me.”

You lingered for a few breathes, looking around one final time at the room that had been your home. Home, a notion you wondered if it even mattered any longer.

*******

As the sun came through the small window you awoke. Blinking you remembered everything from the night before. It had felt like a vision. But as you saw the finery you knew it had all happened.

You stretched, you sat up and glanced around. Not terribly sure what was expected.

Your door opened then. An older woman, came in. You vaguely remembered she was the one who ushered you to this space.

“Time to prepare you to be with our emperor.”

You nodded.

*******

Your heart beat heavily in your chest. You had been bathed, then oiled and your hair was twisted and twined. A fairly new scent clung to you.

In a season or two before, you were certain that it had possibly drifted by your nose once or twice prior while serving the ladies, that gifted the ability to address your sire or his General directly without the fear of punishment. It was very pleasing. The lady grooming you, had said it was came from lilies and violets.

The fabrics now that now hung and were draped on you were so soft, you barely felt them. You touched them absently almost to reassure yourself that you were in fact clothed. You did notice the same broach Geta gave you the night before sat on your shoulder, once again at the apex of the cloth.

A swirl of excitement was about you as them she finally brought you to the tricinium.

Geta, was already lounging and in the middle of eating grapes. He looked at you through hooded eyes. A half smile curled his lips briefly.

“Aelia.” He nodded. “I am very pleased.”

Reaching, he snatched one of the smaller bunches of grapes. You had never seen them so plump.

He held it out. “Here. We won’t need you till I am ready to leave for the senate.”

“As you wish, sire. Thank you.”

It was the first you had heard of her having a name. All you knew her as was Antoninus, since she belonged to Geta and Caracalla. The thought then filled you that Caracalla wasn’t there.

“Are you going to just stand there? Are you not hungry?”

“Sire,” You looked down at floor near him. “I wasn’t sure what you would wish of me.”

“I told you. You can look at me.”

You did as he said, your stomach churned. Looking at him here without the crown or the distractions of others or any of the fights, your realized the curls on top his brow were the same shade of a sunset you had once seen as a child. Very rich and beautiful shade of reds and oranges.

“You may have some of this.”

He nibbled on a few more grapes. You were eager to try one.

“I suggest having a fair amount, you will accompany me to a session of the senate. They do carry on quite a bit and there will nothing that is until dusk.”

“Thank you.”

Grabbing a plate, you chose some fruits especially a few of those plump grapes, fruits and other things, you had always been tempted by but knew had been forbidden for you. It was almost too much. It made you pause as you took the demure posture, you had once see a respected lady take one of the bolsters.

“Your tongue until now is unsophisticated. Though, I will assure you the cook is very good. Nothing should be terribly unpleasant.”

Finally, you took one of the grapes. It was crisp and sweet. Your eyes grew and you couldn’t stop yourself from looking over at him.

His eyebrows were raised. “I do hope I read that as enjoyment.”

“Yes, yes sire. Very much.”

“Good.”

You could just hear as he nibbles over your own as you continue to try more and more of the foods on your plate.

“You are like a child during a festival.”

You stopped and felt warmth fill your cheeks. “I am sorry, sire you wanted a woman.”

“Don’t be silly. It is amusing to see tides of your humors. Too many are in control of theirs.”

“Keep your hands off of me. I wanted these blemishes gone.” Screeched a voice.

You sat up, as the scratchy voice of Carcalla. He was always annoyed unless a touch more of wine was in him. Or he was seeing a particularly bloody fight in the Colosseum.

The door clanged open.

An indiscernible sound came from Caracalla.

You barely caught a glance at the broach that held the fabrics of his toga on him when you looked down.

“Geta, brother. I knew you took her as your own. But does she have to be in the tricinium with us?”

You inhaled. Perhaps Geta, would now realize what he was doing. All of which you still were sure what he had in his thoughts for you.

“Yes. She will. She is mine to do with as I please. Right now, we are eating.”

“I don’t like this.”

“You don’t have to. Her presence at the moment pleases me and that is all that matters.”

@honey-eyed-munson @amethyst-serenade

[batllethinker]

Hii, would you write for lucy bronze?? If you are can you do something something nasty with her (respectfully) i just- i can't get out of my mind all those muscles and her abs and i would get on my knees and suck her off and i feel she's the type who make us deeptrhoat. Hahaha bye

Love your write

Lose it | L.B | 18+ mdni

Pairing: Lucy Bronze + fem reader

Summary: Lucy gets jealous and decides there's only one way to show you who owns you

Warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, R thirsting slightly over Lucys muscles, strapsucking, deepthroating, degradation, praise, slight toxicity, marking, spitting, R is in their early 20s | 18+ mdni

"What are you wearing?" Her steely gaze met yours as you stepped out of the closet, you only shrugged and gave a light twirl as her hands twitched by her sides.

"Clothes, what are you wearing?" You knew that you shouldn't take such pleasure in riling her up like this, but god did you love the outcome.

Giving a frustrated groan, she took ahold of the flimsy material of your blouse and yanked, hard enough to pull the shirt wide open, exposing your lace-clad chest in the process.

You gasped in surprise, your own hands coming to grip hers as she pulled again and again, until the blouse was completely ripped off of you.

"Look at this, god, you're such a whore" pouting up at her, you took in your ruined shirt, now laying discarded on the floor before your hands slid up the expanse of her arms, settling on her muscular shoulders.

"Luce, that was expensive!" you whined while she rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by your act, her mind already coming up with ways to show you who owns you.

Ignoring your protests, she grabbed your jaw and tilted your head up, giving herself a perfect view of the blank canvas that was your neck, closing in on you, she licked a stripe up the length of your neck before pressing harsh kisses up and down your neck, occasionally biting down to make sure her marks would be seen by the whole world.

She repeated the process on your chest, painting your skin an angry red before leaning away only to spit on your chest, watching in satisfaction as her saliva dribbled down the valley of your chest. As she pulled back completely, taking in your disheveled state with a small smirk, Lucy loved seeing the effect she had on you.

"On your knees." nodding quickly as you caught your breath, you instantly dropped your knees, only then noticing the very obvious bulge in the brunettes pants and from the sheer size of it, you knew that it's your favorite.

Barely able to look away from it, you impatiently wait for your girlfriend to unbuckle her pants, squirming on the floor as Lucy pulled her cock out, smirking down at you as she slapped the toy against your cheek before nudging the tip against your lips, coaxing it into your mouth.

Moaning around the toy, you let Lucy guide it to the back of your throat before swallowing around it, treating the cock as if it was real, like the brunette could feel everything you did to her.

Grabbing the back of your head, her hips started moving, roughly fucking your throat while your hands came up to grab at her waist, you're not sure if it's to pull her closer or away.

Her hand tightens to a painful grip, keeping your head still as she used you as she pleased, making sure that you couldn't try to pull away.

"That's it, that's my good little slut" it was groaned out, her hips thrusting even harder. The sound of you gagging around her only spurred her on further.

Your own hands gripped onto her tighter, fingers digging into her defined abs. Blinking back the tears in your eyes just so you could keep looking up at her, you could barely hold back your pleased hum at the blissed out look on her face.

"Fuck, baby, you're going to make me cum" smiling around her cock, you let her fuck into the back of your throat until she tensed up with a groan, head falling back. She was quick to pull out just so she could paint your face with her cum, loving the way you looked with tears running down your face, cheeks a ruddy red and completely marked by her.

She looked down at you with a small, satisfied smile, thumb gently rubbing over your cheek. Gathering some of her cum on her finger she pushed it into your mouth, letting you have a taste of her.

"Hm, I think you should go out like this."

[calypsocolada]

YOU'RE IN THE WIND | v. sanji

(this is part two, click here for part one)

synopsis: you try to give sanji the slip. authors note: hi :) sorry this took so long!! this part was inspired by chemtrails over the country club by mother lana del rey cw: angst, fluff, daddy issues wc: 3.5k

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From your birth you were taught to observe. To see things and hear things. Things that you could carry back to your father, things he could use as blackmail. You were always quiet because you were told to be seen and not heard. Your father, if you could even call him that anymore, was a villain to say the least. He brought you up to be cruel. To make judgments after your sword impales their stomach. To never trust a soul but him. To sleep with one eye open at all times. Those things were so deeply ingrained into you they might as well be who you are. To strike first and ask questions last. 

But now… 

Now you were lost. 

The identity you thought you knew, the one that your father forced upon you was in pieces, scattered pieces in your soul. Who were you if not the cruel pirate daughter of Don Krieg. Who were you if not the one by his side?  

Who were you?

After the battle at Baratie where your father left you for dead you were swept into a new crew. The strawhats they called themselves. You didn’t bother learning their names because you were leaving them the moment they docked. They had their minds set on adventure. But yours… yours was on revenge. You were going to be the one to kill the fierce pirate Don Krieg. Your life was his for so many years, he turned you into a weapon. He ruined you. You’d like to repay him for all of it. 

The only name you did know of the Strawhat’s was Sanji’s. The one who had saved you, who pulled you out of the ocean, fed you and gave you water. Who stood by your side against your father and even nursed you back to health after your father tried to kill you. Sanji was a good person. A kind person. The first and only person you had ever met that you considered special to you. Sanji was all heart. He told you jokes and fixed you food. He danced you around up on the deck in the moonlight when nightmares awoke you from your sleep. In your nightmares your father, instead of getting ahold of you, got ahold of Sanji. Those were the worst ones.

 He was someone you felt very close to. Someone, despite all your training, you wished to fully trust. That’s why you’d do him the kindness of disappearing when the ship docked. Inevitably your father would get word that you survived. That would drive him back to you. To your waiting sword. And you needed no one else getting caught up in that, especially Sanji. You’d kill for him. 

“You feeling okay, love?” Sanji’s voice drove you out of your thoughts. You were sitting in your usual place, quietly watching Sanji cook. He was skilled, watching him cook felt like a magic show. Your eyes glanced up to his as you nodded your head. “Deep in thought then?” He asks as his knife slides quickly through an onion dicing it up.

“How’d you get so good at cooking?” You ask and the smile on Sanji’s face was bright. He loved when you asked him things, or just loved when you were around in general. 

“It’s quite easy actually.” He says bashfully and you shake your head.

“You might make it look easy but I've tried before, it’s exhausting.” You say as Sanji cocks his head.

“You must’ve had a shit teacher then. Here, come here darling.” He asks, as you push up from your seat, walking across the wooden floor to him. He pulls you close to him. He gathers the diced onions on the edge of his knife and drops it into a pan, turning on the heat. He then grabs something bulbous and sets in on the cutting board. “You know what this is?” He asks as you shake your head. “It’s garlic. So we're going to remove two cloves like this,” He breaks off two round triangular pieces of garlic and sets the rest of the garlic to the side. “Alright, now here’s my knife, I know you know how to use this.” He winks and you scoff out a laugh. “Take the flat side of the knife and place it on top of the clove.” He says as you do as told, looking up at him for confirmation. He gives you a smile. “Good, now make a fist.”

“A fist?” You echo and he nods his head. You clench your hand and hold it up. He takes your hand gently by the wrist and places it on top of the knife.

“Now give it a good thwack, but not too hard.” He says as you hit the knife, the garlic crushing slightly beneath the blade. “Perfect, now the skin should come off easily.” He grabs the cloves and pulls off the skin, tossing it aside. “Okay, love, hold the clove like this and dice with your other hand.”

“Like this?” You ask as you chop down, his hand slides onto your shoulder giving it a soft squeeze. 

“You’re a natural.” He winks as you roll your eyes, chopping up the next clove. He tosses the pieces into a pan as it simmers. You vault onto the top of the counter, sitting out of his way as you watch him stir the contents of the pan, flipping it with a flourish. “Are you sure you're feeling okay, you’ve been kind of quiet all day?” He asks as you give him a look, smirking slightly. 

“As opposed to?” You ask because you're always quiet. 

“I don’t know,” He laughs, his blond hair falling in his eyes. “You’re not nervous about going to Loguetown are you?” You looked away from him to your hands. No you weren’t nervous about Loguetown and you knew what he meant. He was asking more along the lines of are you nervous your father might find out you're still alive and in Loguetown. You shake your head. 

“No.” You answer simply, he looks up from his pan, you can feel his eyes on you but you remain looking down. 

“Love,” He says softly, stepping closer to you. Your eyes find his, his gray blue eyes. “You can tell me anything, you know.” You clench your jaw. You couldn’t tell him this. You couldn’t drag him into the dark. You nodded your head. 

“I’m fine, really.” You answer but your voice is unconvincing and you look guilty. But Sanji doesn’t force you to open up, that was one of the many things you liked about him. He grabs your hand, kissing your knuckles as you blush, pulling your hand away from him.

“Such a flirt.” You say, pushing off the counter. 

“With you, always.” He counters with a warm laugh.

You roamed the deck as night began to set in. The rest of the crew was inside, settling down for bed, but not you, no you leaned on a bannister overlooking the sea. It didn’t make you sick anymore to look at it after almost dying months ago. The sounds calmed you, the moon glinting on the waves beautifully.  You breathed in the salty air.

“Hello beautiful.” Sanji said to you left, you turned slightly as he walked up the stairs to stand by you. You gave him a smallish sort of smile as he settled beside you, leaning on the bannister. He smelled like wine and something vanilla. It was nice. “Nice night, huh?” He asks as he reaches in his pocket pulling out a cigarette, lighting it then taking a puff. 

“I met a man once that smoked a lot.” You said, remembering a burly man with white hair. “He did not like my father.” You recalled as Sanji looked over at you with a sort of ‘who did?’ face. You laughed slightly, taking the cigarette from his lips, pulling it to yours, taking a puff, blowing the smoke into the night air. He watched you in rapt attention. He’d never met someone like you. He was jealous of others that made you smile or laugh. He wanted to be the cause of your happiness. Once Usopp had made you snort and Sanji shot daggers at him the rest of the day. You handed him the cigarette back, yes peering at soft lights in the distance. 

Loguetown.

A part of you felt something clench your chest, a deep sadness knowing this would be the last time you saw the first person you could ever consider a friend. Sanji stamps out the bud of his cigarette. 

“Come on, I’ll brew you some tea, maybe it’ll help you sleep.” He says, a hand sliding around your back. You let him lead you to the kitchen. You recall when he first found you on that little boat, starved and dehydrated. How he swept you into a kitchen much larger than this one and saved your life. You stopped, a guilty twist in your stomach. Sanji stopped, turning to face you. He read your face in seconds. “What’s wrong, love?” He asks. You clench your jaw, shaking your head. If you told him he’d want to come with you. He’d want to fight with you. He’d die for you. That’s the last damn thing you wanted. You forced a reassuring smile, one that was convincing enough. 

“Nothing, just curious about the tea,” you started walking again. You could tell he wasn’t convinced but you just kept walking. “Do you have some special pirate blend that will knock me out?” You ask and when Sanji doesn’t answer you turn to face him. He’s got this look on his face, like he knows something. “Sanji?”

“You’re leaving aren’t you?” He asks and it’s like a cold bucket of water is doused on you. You part your lips to lie but you can’t force yourself to do it any longer. You swallow and nod your head resolutely. “Love, I can’t let you go after him.”

“You can’t make me stay, Sanji.” You say and he takes a step closer to you. 

“Then I will come with you-“

“No.” You interrupted, your voice strong. “I’m going alone.”

“To do what? To kill him?” He asks as you stare at him. 

“Yes.”

“Why does it have to be you?”

“Because he’s my family.”

“He’s no family of yours.”

“I want revenge, Sanji. He ruined me!” You argue, getting a little angry. 

“You’re not ruined! Don’t let him drag you into the dark, he almost killed you once already.” Sanji points out, he was frustrated. 

“I know that!” You growl. You sigh, turning away from him. “I’m leaving when we dock.” You say and start to walk away but Sanji catches your wrist and you hate how quickly you respond. A hidden knife on your hip slides like magic to your hand and you're pressing him against the wall. It was all ingrained in you. You weren’t made to be someone’s friend. Or someone’s something more. Your breath catches and you feel sick but Sanji doesn’t look scared or angry with you. You pull away from him and toss the knife where it sticks in the table. He catches you before you can leave and pulls you against him in a tight hug. You froze. You’d never been hugged before and something in you cracked. Your face flushed as a single tear slid down your cheek. You slowly wrap your arms around him. He brushes the back of your hair softly, pulling back slightly but still holding you in his arms. 

“Either you stay or I go with you.”

“Sanji please,“ Sanji just tightens his arms around you, there’s a slight shake in the way he holds you as though he was afraid of losing you. You give in to his touch and sigh. Nothing changed, if anything this solidified your need to leave. As long as you were alive and your father knew about it Sanji was in trouble. You were more stubborn than him. “Okay,” you intone. “I’ll stay.” You lie. 

Lougetown was busy. It’s pale lined streets with white pavements and buildings all blending together. You stayed mostly in the shadows afraid someone would recognize you because after all sure you were Don Krieg’s daughter but that wasn’t all. You did things for him that made you sick. You plundered and stole and killed and hurt people the same as him. Someone was bound to notice you even with the hooded cloak Zoro had supplied you. You pulled it closer over your face as you followed Sanji, his hand occasionally brushing yours. 

“Don’t you wanna enjoy the sun, love?” Sanji asks as you shoot him a glare. He raised his hands in defense, laughing slightly. “You do know you're a part of the strawhats now right? If Your father comes after you he’ll have to get through us.” Sanji says as you clench your teeth. That’s the last fucking thing you wanted. 

“Is there a reason we’re wandering around aimlessly?” You ask, shooting a glare at some man who was eyeing you.

“We’re relaxing, is there something you wanted to do?” Sanji asked as you tensed up. You wanted to give him the slip but that definitely wasn’t something you could say. When you opened your mouth to speak, someone caught your eye. A tall woman flanked by two smaller men. Your hand discreetly grabbed the knife at your hip because you’ve seen how people looked at your father and this lady was looking at Sanji like she wanted to kill him. Noticing your mood change Sanji looked at you. “Something the matter, Love?” He asked. 

“Sanji of the Baratie!” The ladies voice carries over to you two. “I have been waiting my whole life for this moment.” She says finally garnering Sanji’s attention. A pretty lady talked and Sanji lost his wits. Sanji swept through the crowd and gently grasped the ladies hand, kissing her knuckles. Your not sure why exactly but your stomach twists, irritation seizing your bones. As you watched them talk, Sanji overtly flirting, you realized then that he would be just fine without. He was so enthralled that he didn’t notice you take a step back and sink into the shadows. Your heart felt sick as you released your grip on your knife. You pulled the hood down some more and slinked back towards the port. The anger you felt melted into something worse as you realized it was the attention he paid the woman but it wasn’t like you two were in love or something. These feelings were obviously something else, something far less magical and you knew they’d simmer with time. Or at least you hoped they did. Sticking to the shadows you smelled the salty sea, the ocean waves crashing nearby. You ran to the dock, glancing back but no one had followed you thankfully. When you turned back a green haired swordsman stepped in your path. You gasped, eyes wide as you faltered a step back. 

“Zoro,” you breathed. He looked at you and raised a brow. 

“Going somewhere?” He asked, his arms crossed against his chest. You had already been caught, what's the point in lying. 

“I’m leaving, I think you know why.”

“Leaving without saying goodbye? You’ll break that cook's heart.”

“His heart will be fine, trust me.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care about that stupid cook but if he’s all mopey over you his cooking will be shit.” Zoro said as you sighed. 

“He’ll be fine.” You insisted. 

“If you leave he won’t be.”

“And why’s that?” You remark snidely. 

“Because he loves you, it’s obvious.” Zoro says. You blink. Love? No, no he doesn’t love you. He probably pitied you, saved you and felt he had to keep staying by your side. 

“Move or I’ll move you.”

“You know I like your spirit, if you go I wouldn’t have anyone to spar with anymore.” Zoro says as your hand slips to your knife. You wouldn’t win against Zoro that was certain but you could escape him. He noticed your shift, a little slight movement to read your thoughts and he pointedly stepped out of your way. You let go of your knife and walk past him. 

“Your crew is… you all are good people.” You say as Zoro nods his head. 

“Then find your way back to us.” He says and your heart bursts at that, you turn to watch him walk off. You assumed if you left they’d never want to see you again. Clearly you were wrong. You hoped Sanji could forgive you one day if you could make it back to him as you tossed a few coins to a pirate and loaded onto his boat. Time suspended as you walked onto the wooden deck, the waves crashing against the side of the boat as the crew pulled up the anchor and set off from the dock. You walked to the railing, staring out at the vast sea. Your father was out there somewhere, probably causing havoc. You leaned down and placed your head in your hands, breathing out and in the salty air. 

“Y/n!” His voice carried over the wind to your ship. You were about thirty feet from the dock now as you turned. Sanji was running down a wooden dock, his blond hair sweeping back from his red cheeks, some strands sticking to the sweat on his forehead. You turned to face him. “Y/n!” He called again, the pain in his voice palpable. Your throat constricted as his shape slowly grew smaller and smaller as the distance grew between you. “Please!” He was saying something else but you couldn’t hear him. Something wet splashed on the top of your hand as you realized you were crying. His voice wasn’t carrying over to you anymore and the fact that you couldn’t hear him any longer seized your heart up in your chest. Everything about being on this ship felt wrong, leaving Sanji and the strawhats felt wrong. You remembered Sanji’s words from the night before, how he believed you weren’t past saving, that you weren’t ruined. To not let your father drag you down anymore. All of this seemed so futile now. Leaving the only people who ever treated you like a person. With tears on you turned towards the captain. 

“Turn this ship around.” You demanded and he looked at you with meek interest, shaking his head. 

“This isn’t a taxi service, woman, we’re leaving whether you like it or not-” His voice cut off as you pressed your knife to his neck. 

“Turn around.” You demanded and he conceded.

Sanji waited for you back on the dock, you slipped back off the boat and the moment your feet hit the wood Sanji was pulling you into a tight grip, his hand tangling in your hair on the back of your head as he held you. You melted into the hug, instantly hugging back.

“When I turned and you were gone- I swear,” His voice faltered, choked with emotion. You closed your eyes, listening to his erratic heartbeat in his chest. 

“I’m sorry. I was being stupid.” You say muffed into his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your head before resting his chin there.

“No you weren’t.” He coos. You two stay like that for sometime. “Love?” He intones.

“Hm?”

“I have to tell you something.” He says as you pull back just barely enough to meet his eyes. The way he looked at you made your knees go weak. He smiled just barely, it met his eyes. He leaned and pressed a kiss to your forehead, your eyes falling closed. He kissed your temple then your cheek and then his lips met yours. He was kissing you now and you're not sure either of you could stop at this very moment. That was until your lungs felt like fire. 

“Sanji,” You demurred out of breath. He hummed in response. 

“I love you, Y/n. If you want to go I want to be by your side.” He whispers. Your breathing stutters. 

“Sanji,” You sighed. “You love so many girls.” 

“Not love, that is reserved for you and you only.”

“But you’ll flirt.” You quip as he smirks at you. 

“I wanted to make you jealous, old habits die hard.” He says and you roll your eyes. His finger slides beneath your chin as he guides your eyes back up to his and he’s leaning in for another kiss, this one lasting longer than the first. “Say I can come with you.” He murmurs against your flushed lips.

“I’ll stay.” You say, not wanting to set off without the strawhats.

“You mean it.”

“I promise.” And you meant it. Sanji smiles against your lips, pressing another kiss to them before taking your hand. 

“Come on then, you still never told me what you wanted to do in this town?” 

[notyourmamasdeerbat]

A Word with Friends | June 10th | Better Late Than Never?

I'm sorry I'm late! It's very unlike me, but I am consumed by ADHD fueled multi-fic project, 40 hour work week and Healthy and Normal Relationship with Writing Burnout. I'm so pleased to finally have finished this piece, I had such a blast knocking it out tonight when I finally got ahold of our beloved rogue, storyteller and occasional unwelcome tag along!

Thank you @jenn2d2 and @davrinsleftpectoral for the tag! The word was

Mendacious

Given to or characterized by deception or falsehood or divergence from absolute truth.

You already KNOW I had to give it to ✨him. ✨Varric Tethras and pre game tavern downtime lore (as requested via vote) below the cut!

“You’re going to tell me where the Dread Wolf is,” Rook said pleasantly, conversational, hand fisted in the collar of the servant’s robe. “If you don’t know, you can tell me where he was last. If you can’t do that, we will have to negotiate accordingly.” They beamed, dark eyes midnight blue and lacking the warmth of the gesture. More the baring of teeth. The elf trembled, eyes wide as his ears tipped down, his slender hands clutching Rook’s own. His face was deathly pale. So pale and gaunt Rook could count the veins of his under eyes. “Who are you?” 

“I’m your worst nightmare, friend. Do us all a favor and keep our meeting short and sweet.” Rook settled their second hand tightly on his shoulder with a friendly squeeze. “I want to know where you’ve been passing those messages.” 

“Messages?” The elf trembled harder, big doe eyes blinking up at Rook in abject horror, darting about in true confusion, searching for someone, anyone, to draw off the mad human that had cornered him. “Ser, I don’t know of any–” 

“Very good. If I hadn’t seen you pass off those ledgers– which you shouldn’t have even been able to get, if you were just some random servant– I’d believe you were just a kitchen sweeper. Only, that office was locked. And red lyrium shipments would hold little interest for you. I respect it. I do. You’re good with a pick, and you’ve got the watery eyed fawn thing down. Not something I was ever able to perfect, and it cooked my ass more than once. But I saw you, friend.” 

He shut his mouth. Lips white. 

Rook eased off him. Just a little. “What’s your name?” 

“Bethim.” 

“Bethim,” Rook repeated. “I can make this worth your while in one of two ways. One: I pay you a substantial amount of coin to tell me everything you know about your mysterious moonlight messenger; Or two: I let you keep all your fingers and toes, and walk away with whatever you give me to convince me to do that. Now, try to be frank. You know of the Agents of Fen’Harel? Or do I have the wrong house?”

The Splintered Wheel was a broken down inn of rotting wood and thatch just off the road north of Wildervale.

Crossing the Vinmark Mountains was grueling and treacherous, and most people stopped in search of shelter in the sudden weather changes of late autumn, when the rains opened up over the plains without warning and the Free Marches became more of the free marshes south of the Minanter. The Splintered Wheel offered mostly dry bedding, straw floors that reeked significantly less of piss and ale than some other establishments, and boasted a second floor for patrons brave enough to stay the night. 

It was as decent a stop as any on the road to Tevinter. Long road. Head muzzy with ale, Rook leaned back in their creaking wooden chair. The thing was barely holding together, their weight sagging on one side, the left legs shedding shreds of thin wood from where a rowdy patron must have tried to shatter it over someone’s head. 

Respect. 

Their eyes tracked the armed man– mercenary, likely– where he was navigating through the throng, laughing, holding foaming tankards over his head to sink back down to his crowded table. Swordsmen. Many. One archer. One mage, if the lack of any weapons at all was any indication. Their attention drifted to the swaying skirts of an elven woman sweeping between tables, her broom keeping an intentional rhythmic swish with the trilling flute from the bard perched beside the meager hearth. 

The tavern was packed wall to wall as thunder raged outside, an unforgiving deluge drumming icy fingers on the roof and walls. Occasionally the doors would bang open and shut, revealing the hissing downpour and a breath of misty damp from the foggy night beyond. 

Once more, Rook’s gaze went to the templars lingering in their dreary knot by the entrance, intentionally removed from any music or chattering din, hunched together around a hand of Wicked Grace. Bad game. Nobody was smiling. But one, a redhead with a scruffy beard, watched Rook just as warily with his back to the wall. Admittedly, Rook was covered in knives. Their bow and quiver sat at their feet. Not to mention they were keeping well armed and curious company. 

“Relax, Rook,” Varric said through a smile, speaking more into his cup than out of it. “I see them.” 

“I don't like Templars. I don’t like the Free Marches.” But Rook found their shoulders unwinding anyway.

The dwarf bobbed his head with a low chuckle. “It’s an acquired taste.”

“I remember the days of the Inquisition. I was not as close to them, but the Order was not kind to Orlais.” 

“Since when were you a nationalist?” Varric peered at them speculatively. 

“Never,” Rook said with some disgust. “But I was of the community. The Chantry took the loss… poorly.” 

“I remember. I was there.” 

“Oh yes, when Seeker Lucius made his grandstanding mooning and declared Val Royeaux unworthy of protection. I should have looked for you in the crowd.” 

“You’d have had to stand on your toes. Might’ve been lost in all that flash of five feet and above.” 

Rook cast him an errant grin. “I wasn’t really there. Word of mouth.” 

“Hmm. Best way to know things. Room for error.” 

“Tsk. You would know, storymender.” 

“Me? Mendacious?” Varric grinned crookedly, a broad hand on his chest. “Rook, I’m almost insulted.” 

Rook loosed a low chuckle, eyes skimming sideways to watch the templars again. The bearded one’s gaze skittered away, and the rogue scowled.

“Spent a lot of time looking out for your own,” Varric observed. “You're doing it now. Relax. I've got it.” 

It was then Rook wondered if the dwarf had intentionally chosen the seat facing the door, his beloved crossbow leaning within arms reach beside him. “They're not after you, are they, Tethras?” 

“No. Not me.” Varric studied the crowd. “Maybe someone doubly unlucky.” 

“Whatever it is, I’m not getting caught in the middle of it.” 

“No need. If it were something really bad, they wouldn’t be sitting down. Harder to puff out your chest and take the piss that way.”

Rook snorted. “There are spies that will know we are coming.” 

“Minrathous is a long ways away, kid. The templars are the last folks in line to work for Solas. He didn’t care for them either.” 

Rook pursed their lips as the flute’s melody swelled, taking a sip of their bitter ale and trying to ignore the grains at the bottom. “‘S what he’d want you to think,” they offered halfheartedly. 

Varric laughed softly. “Kid, you’re perfect.” 

“Mmm?” Rook swallowed, studying their tankard’s contents doubtfully. “Odd to hit on me now. Been too long.” They shook their head. “Too young for you.” 

“You’re paranoid, unpredictable and irreverent,” Varric pressed on, chuckling. “You’re like a bloodhound on the scent.” 

“Something something, ‘the Dread Wolf watched his steps when dogs were on guard’?” Rook shook their head. “You flatter me. But I’m a cat person.” 

“Bullshit.” 

Rook smiled, just as Harding squeezed between a milling couple and plonked down two massive cups of something fizzing, grinning her sunny grin. “I’ve got it. Ferry’ll take us twenty clicks or so west along the Minater. We can stop in Hasmal and then sail until we reach the Imperial Highway.” 

“Well. Hasn’t he led us on a merry chase,” Rook murmured bitterly. 

“The breakthrough in Orlais is what did it. I’ve got a good feeling about this one!” Harding pulled up a chair beside Rook, crossing her legs beneath her. 

“We’ll need to rent a ship.” 

“A small one,” Harding agreed. 

“I can take care of that. One of my agents owes me a favor.” Varric tapped the table top idly. 

“A ship favor?” Harding frowned. 

“A money favor.”

“That’s the thing. Moving Viscount funds quietly would be more of a risk than I’m prone to taking, your excellency.” Rook cast the dwarf a teasing smile. 

“Not Kirkwall coin. Good old fashioned ‘I lost a bet and now I pay up when needed’ gold.” Varric winked. “I knew Swords and Shields would be good for something.” 

Rook groaned, and Harding laughed. 

“You impress me in all the worst ways, Tethras.” Rook tried to hide their smile in another long pull of ale. 

Harding slid one of her tankards to the author, still beaming. “Oh, I don’t know. The second one wasn’t so bad.” 

“But Harding, your gore!” Varric protested, accepting the drink with a laugh. 

“Well, there could have been more gore,” she agreed. “Always more gore. I love a good bloody romance, you know? Tragic, violent, artfully steeped in death and drama–” 

“Hang on, hang on, let me get my quill,” Varric teased, leaning sideways as if to reach into his beaten leather coat with a grunt. 

“It’s not your style,” Harding reminded him with a smile. “I never got further than the second book.” 

The viscount laughed. The sound reminded Rook of oak and rough spun wool. They wondered idly if they’d had too much to drink, thinking in poems, watching the older dwarf fondly.  

“You know,” he said. “Neither did I.” 

Rook snorted, and Harding leaned back in her chair with a giggle. 

“It was terrible,” he went on. “Just complete agony, to read and to write.” 

“I don’t want to have to imagine your smutty literature,” Rook teased. 

“Neither do I! Barely sold the first installment. The second was just… ugh. Waste of paper.” 

“You loved writing it,” Harding insisted. “I’m sure you did. You had at least two avid readers.” 

“The Seeker? No accounting for taste.” Varric smiled, somewhat sadly, and dropped his gaze to his hand in his lap. “Cole had bias, and I’m not so sure he should have been privy to it anyway.” 

Rook shrugged. “Couldn’t be helped. My brother picked up a copy, read it aloud to the kitchen staff when they got bored of dusting the same candelabras over and over. He’s sentimental, and an idiot. Naturally it was a big hit.” 

“What,” Varric drawled, smiling. “Not a romantic?” 

“Hardly. I will be very happy to die alone surrounded by baked goods and magical trinkets of questionable worth after my annual good deed of a lifetime.” Rook swung their legs up to cross their ankles on the edge of Harding’s seat. 

She scoffed and swatted at their boots halfheartedly, smiling. “You are such a fibber.” 

“My lovely Scout Harding, I’ll have you know I am perfectly content–” 

Somewhere across the room, a glass shattered, and the flutist stuttered to a halt. The bard staggered to his feet, blinking, as one of the mercenaries slowly looked down at the bloodied shards on his table, dazed from the oozing cut darkening across his temple. A young woman– one of the roaming barmaids– stood beside the table, shoulders heaving, tears in her eyes. 

Rook’s eyebrows shot up as Harding turned to look. 

The crowd’s din quieted. 

One of the mercenaries reached for a blade and drew it with the rasp of leather and steel, snarling. “You stupid bitch–” 

Two templars were on their feet in moments, bristling with armaments and pushing through the crowd. A well meaning man in the crowded space surged up from his seat to try and rest his hand on the woman’s shoulder, even as she whirled and decked him in the face with the force of a rampant cart on a downhill slope. He dropped like a sack, and uproar exploded as the dagger toting mercenary leaped the table to lunge at the barmaid. One of the templars socked somebody in the gut when they started yelling, triggering a chain reaction of fists and spilt ale. 

Rook, not waiting for context, vaulted their table and met one of the mercenaries head on, putting their body between him and the young woman— catching his knife wielding wrist and twisting him to the floor. The mage whispered and an arc of lightning crackled across the wood top, just as Harding swept up a tin platter and flicked it into the magic’s path. It refracted and tangled to the floor with a clatter, trampled by panicked patrons crushing for the doors and sweeping the templars with them. 

Despite recent national rulings, the flash of magic had all the templars upright and hefting their shields. The most important one was bellowing something that rhymed with ‘grease and resist’. 

Varric leaned back in his chair, holding his ale over his head with a heartfelt sigh as Harding sprang across his perch, rolling up her sleeves. 

Rook reared back to plant their boot in the mage’s chest, swinging a haymaker to the archer on their left. Harding waded through the brawl with seasoned and underestimated prowess, toppling much taller humans with impressive strength. There was no rhyme or reason, like the whole place had been waiting for an excuse to blow. Rook swallowed a grin. 

The rain drummed down in icy, unforgiving sheets on their head, plastering their bangs into their vision as they nursed their split lip with a cold cloth. 

“Had to be the white knight in leather armor, huh,” Varric observed from where he sat beside them, hands draped over his knees and dark hair lank around his shoulders, the deluge dripping from his nose as the light from the tavern spilled out behind them. 

“She looked like she was in trouble,” Rook mumbled. “The one with the knife was out to kill.” 

“She was settling her own scores, I guess. Bandits frequented this place. Figures. Broken heart in exchange for broken glass. Be careful with Free Marcher women. They’re nuts.” 

Rook sniffed, holding tight to the kerchief at their lip. “She had a very strong left.” 

“And a strong right, from the looks of your face.” 

“Was just trying to help.” 

“Eh.” Varric grinned, wiping a raindrop from his nose with a sniff. “You know what they say about good deeds.” 

“Do enough of them and get your mouth split open?” 

“Maybe you’ll stop running it so fast.” 

“Ooohh.” Rook narrowed their eyes. “I’ll stop when you do, dwarf.” 

“I wasn’t the one rattling off to knight-recruits when the dust settled.” 

“We’re not arrested.” 

“No. But we’re wet.” 

Harding chuckled from underneath her hood in the dark. “What’s one more night under the open sky?” 

Rook glanced up with a wry grin at the misty midnight deluge. “Open, indeed.” 

Varric groaned. “For the sake of my back, I was really looking forward to a real bed.” 

Rook sniffed, shooting the glowing seam of the tavern doors a dirty look over their shoulder. “Probably had fleas.” 

“Listen. I’m as scrupulous as the next dwarf, but keep digging at the Marches and somebody might gift you more than a bloody lip. It’s a hospitable place.” 

“Hospitable my ass. I can’t believe I’ve been manhandled by templars twice in as many months.” 

“The first one was on you. Actually, no. Both times.” Harding grinned. “Sorry about your face.” 

“I’m good.” 

“Want a potion?” 

“Ah. The sting’s a teaching moment.” 

“Oh? What’d we learn?” 

“...Hit the templars first?” 

Varric sighed from somewhere deep behind his chest hair.

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[five-rivers]

providence 4

[Prompts used are from @kinglazrus @lexiepiper and @ash-rabbit. Special thanks to @jackdaw-sprite @datawyrms and Lexie for beta and encouragement! You can read the full fic here.]

“You know who you should ask about all of this?” said Sam, pointing the little wooden ice cream spoon at Danny. 

“Clockwork?” guessed Danny, trying not to look at the ice cream too enviously.  He'd lost his ice cream to Dash earlier during lunch.  “He's not big on answering questions.”

“Frostbite,” said Sam.  “He likes you, he's always been honest with you, and he's been around for a while.  If anyone would be able to tell you about the Observants, it would be him.”

“Plus,” said Tucker, “he can probably tell you where to get ahold of some of that stuff.  Not that all the stuff you do know how to get is going to be easy.”

Danny nodded.  He had shown them the ‘shopping list’ earlier.  It was written on a small roll of parchment (Sam had not approved), with his name at the top, as if the Observants thought he’d forget that he was supposed to get the stuff.  

“Dora, too,” said Sam.  “Although she might not know as much.  Her kingdom is still pretty isolated.”

“Oh, and what about the ghost who helped you with the box ghost that one time?” said Tucker.  “The tall scary lady.”

“Pandora?  I don’t know her very well,” said Danny.  “But I think that some of these things are Greek, so, yeah.  Probably wouldn’t be the worst idea.”

“Still can’t believe they didn’t tell you where to find all the stuff,” said Tucker.  “I mean, they’re asking you for help, and they’ve got that whole ‘see all, know all’ aesthetic going on.”

“They’re probably not supposed to give out a lot of information, or something,” said Danny.  “Their oaths or whatever.”  The Observants had been less than forthcoming about…  Well.  Everything.  They seemed direct, talking about tools and relationships and the timeline, but Danny’s questions about what tools they were going to make, how they’d be put together, how soon things would be ready after he brought the supplies, and even how long Danny had to get the things together before the world ended had gone unanswered.  

“Kind of weird,” said Sam, “considering they’re worried about time breaking.”

“If the world was going to end soon, I’d expect them to be a lot more willing to break their oaths and spend a lot less time arguing about ambition and precedent.  Also, Clockwork would be taking their help instead of being ‘stubborn.’”  He sighed.  “If it’ll make it easier for him after everything, though, I’m still going to do it.”

“Yeah,” agreed Tucker, sliding the remaining half of his ice cream over to Danny.  “Just make sure these guys aren’t scammers, first.”

“Speaking of scams and tricks,” said Sam, “what are you going to do to Dash?”

“Nothing,” said Danny, eagerly eating Tucker’s ice cream.  

Sam raised a skeptical eyebrow.  

“Come on,” said Tucker.  “You can’t blame him for not telling you.  You never approve of his pranks.”

“Sure I do,” said Sam, waving her spoon at him.  “I’ve even suggested some, remember?  With the frogs and that stupid Hummer dealership–”

There was a shriek from the hallway, and all heads turned to look.  

“Okay,” said Sam.  “What did you put in his locker?”

“One of Mom and Dad’s holographic ghost decals.  The super realistic ones.”

“You know he’s going to know it’s you, right?”

“Yep,” said Danny, finishing the ice cream and slipping under the table.  “See you in class!”

The cafeteria doors slammed open.  “FENTON, WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU–!”

Danny phased through the floor, snickering.  

.

Rather hilariously, Frostbite put on a pair of tiny spectacles to read the list of supplies.  “You say the Observants gave this to you, Great One?”

“Yeah,” said Danny.  “You do know who they are, then?  They’re legit?”

“The Far Frozen is aware of them,” said Frostbite.  “Our direct interactions have been few, however, and mostly only come about when someone has misused the Infi-Map.”  He peered at Danny over the top of his glasses.  

“They came to yell at you after I gave it back, didn’t they?”

“They did,” said Frostbite.  “They are not the most pleasant or understanding of company, but they are dedicated to the timeline, and they were stout allies against Pariah Dark.  Why, they predicted his fall.”

“Fall?”

“To insanity and tyranny,” said Frostbite.  “Although their oaths precluded them from acting directly.  If they say they have reason to believe the timeline is in danger now, then it is.”

Danny huffed.  “Okay.  That’s good to know.”  He floated up to peer at the list over Frostbite’s shoulder.  “I’m pretty sure that Vlad still has the Skeleton Key.  I can probably steal it from him without too much trouble, especially if I can get, um, the other me to help.  Then, the chain, they just said I had to make it, which sounds a little sketchy, honestly…”

“It is strange, but it may have to do with your frequent journeys through time, and how central you were to the, ah, cause of the damage.”

“That… makes sense.  Then, they want me to get some special type of metal, ‘chronobrass,’ and I think that must be what Clockwork uses, so I can get it from the scraps outside.”

“I do not believe it would hurt to bring such things regardless.”

“But I’m not sure where I’d find the Phlegethon, or the Styx, to get water from them, or where I’d get ‘time sand.’”

“The Phlegethon and the Styx are rivers in the Realm of Elysium,” said Frostbite.  “I think you are familiar with Lady Pandora?”

“I mean, I’ve met her,” said Danny.  “I don’t know about familiar.  It was only the one time.”

“Even so, I am sure she will aid you in your quest, Great One.  Time sand, on the other hand can be found in the Great Desert of Time, in the Time Locked Lands.”

“I don’t know where those are.”

“The kingdom of your friend, Queen Dorathea, used to be located there.”

“Oh!” said Danny.  “Okay.  That makes things a lot easier.”  

“May I ask how you intend to make the chains?”

“Oh, um, I was thinking I could make them out of ice?  The Observants didn’t say anything about size, so I figure I’ll just see if I can look at the ones Clockwork has, and then go from there, see what’s easiest to make.”

“That sounds like a wise decision,” said Frostbite.  “Although I am troubled that the Observants did not give you… more detailed instructions.  Amounts, sizes, and the like.”

“Mmm,” said Danny, agreeing with him.  He settled his elbows on Frostbite’s shoulders and propped his chin on his hands.  “Maybe the amounts don’t matter?”

“For any tool I can think of, the amounts would matter greatly.  I recall when the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep was under construction…  But perhaps the Observants have seen something I have not.  That is, after all, their calling.”  Frostbite handed the list back to Danny.  “When you begin making the chains, there are some tricks of the trade I would like to show you that we had no time for when you learned from us before.  Although, we may wish to handle any training outside of the village…”

“Right,” said Danny, tucking the list into a pocket and rubbing the back of his neck.  “My aim is a lot better, now, though.”

Frostbite laughed.  “Of course!  That is how it usually is, for young ones!  We were merely surprised by your strength.  Most of us were only throwing snowballs when we were new to our powers.”

“Really?” asked Danny.  Although he spent a lot of time in the Far Frozen, he didn’t actually know all that much about their… lives?  There had to be a better term for that…

“Oh, yes,” said Frostbite.  “The things I could tell you about my own youth…  Perhaps you would like to hear a tale or two during your checkup?”

“Um, about that…”  Danny trailed off as Frostbite gave him a disappointed look, and Danny abandoned the half-formed plan of slipping away before his doctor’s appointment.  

It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate them, it was just that he was feeling fine, and being here in human form, even in the medical caves, was cold.  But Frostbite was right.  Danny’s biology was weird, and having regular checkups meant that he wasn’t going to get blindsided by a life threatening new power.  Probably.  

“Okay,” he said.  “That sounds nice.”

.

At home, Danny planned out his robbery of Vlad with Sam and Tucker and experimented with making chain links from ice in between ghost fights.  In the Ghost Zone, he worked through the rubble around Long Now an hour or two at a time.  The pile of metal scraps grew larger and larger. 

He felt watched.  

Not always.  Sometimes, the feeling waned and disappeared.  Of course, there was no way to tell if his assigned watcher had disappeared, or if they were merely being a little more subtle.  

He hoped the Observants would find something else to do once he was done.  But he wasn't counting on it.  

Every time he came across a length of chain, he examined it carefully before putting it in the pile, looking for tips on how to make his own.  Sometimes, he gathered the broken links together, soldering them into longer chains of inconsistent width with ghostly ice and pale fire.  

It wasn’t very productive, but it was fun, sticking them all together.  

He was doing it now, attaching a chain with links about the size of his thumb to a chain with links about the size of his wrist.  It was silly, and he knew enough about what chains were usually used for in machinery to know that it would be completely useless, but, well, they were useless now.  

He pinched two ends of a deformed link together, snickering.  This was definitely not the best use of his time.  If it turned out that the destruction of the timeline or whatever was on a (hehe) deadline (he’d have to find a time to use that, later), after all, he’d feel really stupid.    

(Even stupider than when he missed the late work deadline on one of the biggest Language Arts projects for the whole year, and Mr. Lancer gave him that look.)

(It wasn’t a fun look.)

But if the Observants wanted him to work on a schedule, they could stop spying and tell him, so–

“Daniel.”  

Danny jumped and twisted, the first sparks of an ectoblast forming around his fingertips before he recognized Clockwork, standing in a broken window.  Between his hood and the bandages, the whole side of his face was covered.  

“Sorry,” said Danny, letting the chain fall back into the pile.  “I didn’t–  It’s been kind of–  Oh, you know what’s going on.”

The corner of Clockwork’s mouth twitched upward even as he shifted into a younger form.  “I know everything,” said Clockwork.  

“Uh huh,” said Danny, crossing his arms.  “You’re not going to trick me with an innocent face.”

“Trick you?  What makes you think I am trying to trick you?”

Danny gestured at all of Clockwork.  

“Very eloquent.  Come.  There is something I think you should see.”

Curious, Danny followed him.  They went up a winding staircase whose banister seemed to describe an ecliptic through unknown constellations, the stars of which were represented by candles set in star-shaped niches in the walls.  Then, they walked through a series of rooms that reminded Danny of museum displays, except their exhibits were all smashed to shards on the floor, rather than on the stands.  

“You know, I could sweep this up…”

“Another time, perhaps,” said Clockwork, waving a hand over his shoulder.  

Danny lingered for a moment, looking back over his shoulder into the last room.  “Clockwork, you, um, you know what I’m doing.”

“Not following me, at the moment.”

Danny huffed and hurried to catch up with Clockwork.  “I mean, with the Observants.  Are they really making a tool that’ll help you?”

“I cannot speak as to their goals,” said Clockwork.  “Except to say that they often diverge from mine.”

“Did you… have some kind of argument with them?” asked Danny.  “Only, you said that you didn’t have anything bad to say about them…”

“I cannot speak against them, no,” said Clockwork.  Then, he stopped, drifted slightly to one side, and waved to the set of broken glass doors in front of them.  Familiar broken glass doors.  Somehow, they’d wound up in front of the workshop again.  “Our destination.”

“But,” said Danny, looking around.  This wasn’t the hall of wall clocks, but the doors were exactly the same.  “How?”

“Sometimes,” said Clockwork, “there is more than one route to the same destination.”

“Sure,” said Danny, “but usually that route makes sense.  Like, if you go north first or west first to get to something that’s in the northwest.”

“Are you so certain this route is not similarly sensible?  There are more dimensions at play than are typically accounted for by simple considerations of north, south, east, and west.”

“I guess,” said Danny, as he followed Clockwork into the room.

This time, Clockwork made his way directly to the time viewer, which had been laid face-down on one of the worktables.  Clockwork motioned for Danny to come closer, then lifted off the back panel.  Inside was a bewildering mixture of gears, rods, chains, circuit boards, transistors, spinning hard drive disks, and things Danny couldn’t even identify.  

“Let us begin,” said Clockwork, pointing at what appeared to be a glass bubble full of water.  “This is the wellspring, not to be confused with the mainspring, which is here…”

[yaut-jaknowit]

So somehow Gawtin or her human lover get ahold of a strap on :3

False Control

Pairing: Gawtin (female Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Strap on, wlw, lesbian sex, cunnilingus.

Word Count: 3926

Summary: Gawtin comes to you with a silicone dildo. She wants you to use it on her. The first time you are able to fuck her the way she deserve. Despite her allowing you to top her, she's always in control.

Author Note: I know I say this every time but I love our girl Gawtin. Sexy motherfucker who could twist off my head and I'll thank her. Also, I didn't know who was suppose to use it so I took the chance to write about our goddess getting dicked down.

P.s. I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to close asks. I didn't expect nearly thirty to be sitting in my inbox right now. Plus, I'm falling behind in my writing right now. Work has been rough with summer coming and people fucking calling out. So fun.

Masterlist

Ao3

In your hand, the silicone was heavy and thick. A concerned look passed over your features when you glanced up at Gawtin. “This is the average size for a male?” you exclaimed, eyes darting between the fake phallus and those gorgeous purple eyes of hers. Gawtin had given you this after visiting the market today. The two of you have been talk about getting an item like that.

One of her upper mandibles lifted with a smirk. “Yes.” She bent at the waist to pinch your chin between her thick digits. “And that does not even include the knot.” Your eyes widened. You had forgotten that small detail. Males had a knot… part of their breeding and such.

Your bottom lip was caught between dull teeth, eyes raking down her form you knew so well but loved just the same. “I wish I could knot you,” you uttered softly into the air, dazed by checking your green Yautja out.

The grasp on your chin tightened and tugged you towards her. Her warm breath fanning over your face. “Is that so?” All you could do was just nod with your eyes softening. Her long, skinny tongue darted out and teased your lips for a second. “You will not be able to but you have a chance for something else,” she purred with a hint to why she bought that.

It’s the classic Qui-oki visiting his aunty again for the night. Bziut-ty knows the drill by now. Every time you left her dwelling after dropping Oki off, a heavy blush burned your cheeks. Yet, the sister to Gawtin was nonchalant about it. She happily took Qui-oki for the night with no complaints.

You attempted to wrap your fingers around the base of the shaft but came up short. “Are you sure this isn’t going to hurt you?” you couldn’t help but question. This thing would tear you into two without any preparation. For her, it seems like she could take it with little foreplay into the mix. No matter what, you would still do at least some foreplay. If not for her sake, for yours to make you feel more at ease before shoving this massive thing inside of her.

Gawtin chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I am more than sure, artful one. I want you to watch as it splits me open and I take it fully in. I cannot wait to see that look of surprise on your face.” She grinned and released her hold on your chin with a last kiss.

“Well… if you’re sure,” you trailed off and glanced down the hardwood floors of the house. Gawtin patted your head.

“Do you want to test it now?” Your head snapped to look up at her towering form.

“Like, right now?” It was stupid to question her like that but you couldn’t believe she was wanting to do that now. She just bought it. Well, that’s true. She did just buy it. Who doesn’t want to try a new toy the day you received it.

The forest green Yautja snorted and stepped further into your personal space. A space always welcomed for her. One of her hands splayed across a large portion of your back and pushed you to her. “Yes, this very second.”

Both of you were into your shared bedroom in less than a second. A giddy smile gracing your feature to hide your nerves. Despite her attempt to cool your anxiety, but the fact this thing was massive in your hands… you thought it was going to hurt her. Though, she does a little pain, biting and scratching are always welcomed.

The yellow toy was set on the bed. You stood before her, still fully clothed. Something Gawtin was going to fix. She hooked a claw on the strap of your tank top and pulled on it. Though, she could easily tear it off of you and replace it just the same, she gave you the option to remove it yourself. You raised a brow, eye flickering down to her own clothing.

“Honey, I think it’s you that needs to strip,” you pointed out, nearly demanding your mate to strip before you. Every time, you loved the sight of her muscles and even slightly pronounced breasts from breastfeeding Qui-oki.

Gawtin had to teach you a lesson. The massive female grabbed a handful of the clothe and ripped it straight off of your torso. You didn’t expect less from her and gave the green Yautja a deadpanned look. She ignored it by lowering herself onto her knees and cupping one of your freed breasts now. “I prefer to see you bare and at my will,” she purred and bowed her head to lick at your pebbled nipple. A low groan sounds from the back of your throat.

Your jaw drops at the feeling. “Gawtin, please. Be nice and strip for your mate,” you pleaded with the stubborn female. You saw the fire in her eyes flicker to life. Her tongue trailed up, followed by her lower mandibles up to the vulnerable column of your throat. They carved a path till your jawline before slipping off. You shuttered, body covered in goosebumps.

“Hearing you beg is Paya’s grounds,” she whispered against your ear, tongue ghosting over the shell of you ear. “Be good and ask properly.”

Now, you were beginning to pant, even with the light, little touches she gave to you. With your brows furrowed and lip pushed out, you up at her. “Gawtin, I want to see your body. I’ll be good. I promise. I want to fuck you. You’re so pretty. I want to see you take this dildo. Will you let me?” you rambled and your beautiful mate a look you knew she couldn’t resist.

“That is a good little ooman,” she praised and tapped your cheekbone with a claw. “All you need to do is ask sweetly, just like that.” Gawtin stood back up and stripped her body of any clothing.

Dumbly, all you could do was stand watch each piece of clothing fall away. It was like the first day you saw her naked. Adoration sparkled in your eyes even after the last article was placed to the side. “God, you’re my pretty woman,” you muttered and reached out to squeeze her hips. Your head only reaching her midriff, shoulders level with her hips.

She snorts and motions her head over to the bed. “Get the harness on, artful one. I’ll help adjust,” she ordered with a soft tone but you knew to listen to her. You padded over to the end fo the bed and found the item she told you about.

A black, simple harness that’s been modified for someone of your smaller stature and to fit the tank of a dildo she wants. It was simple enough to pull it up and secure it to your hips. Gawtin’s warm hands helped to tighten the harness so it wouldn’t fall off nor was it too tight. The toy itself was secured as well to the designated spot.

Your hand wraps what you can around the base and gave the firm silicon a few strokes. Your lover lies down on the bed and spreads her legs. You follow after her and kneel between her legs, eyes softly gazing at her. “Can I warm you up, my pretty warrior?” you asked with a hopeful gaze.

The Yautja raised a brow at you, letting the tension build up between you two. Then, her massive head dipped down in permission. You silently cheered and bent down, face to her exposed cunt. Though this wasn’t your first time, you still took in the sight.

Alien, but in a good way. Three clits, though longer than usual. You’ve learned they can grow up to two inches long when aroused. The folds themselves are ribbed and even inside are too. Definitely alien. And you loved it.

Softly, you wrapped your lips around the top clit, the biggest of the three. One of your thumbs runs a path along what would be considered the labia. The pad ghosting over the nubs that lined her entrance. Gawtin’s thighs tensed but refused to clamp down on your head, taking your fragile self into consideration. You lightly suckled on the sensitive nub you pulled into your mouth and ran your tongue over the flushed skin.

Her breath hitched while watching you, resting on her elbows. “Keep going, little one. Do not stop,” she commanded, voice in between soft and firm. Gawtin rolled her hips slightly against your face, your thumbpad teasing her nubs harder. You took it as a sign to press against the little sensitive bumps harder. She responded the way you expected her. A short growl escaped her throat. “That’s it.”

From the top clit, you moved to the one on the bottom left. That drew a soft sound from your mate. Her thighs flexed at your sides, barely moving any closer to you. You dipped a thumb just past her entrance to dampen the fingertip. The moist digit glides across the bumps easier, gaining a pace you she enjoyed.

The clit was released once it was flush with blood. For the first time, you tongued at her entrance and tasted her again. Your muscle scooping up what was possible and drinking in her taste. Such deliciousness that couldn’t be contested. You hummed, eyes hooding over, and returned to finishing the last clit. Her sweetness makes it hard to focus on one thing at a time. You just wanted to dive back in and consume the taste she created.

As you sucked, you slipped two fingers, just the size of one her own, into her. Her strong muscles rippled around your digit, trying to suck it in more. You stopped at the knuckle and kept your hand vertical. With those two fingers, you find a well defined ribbed area and push.

Gawtin growled lowly in her throat, muscles throbbing around your fingers. God, you loved that sound and the feeling. You continued to rub a small circle around the area and returned to loving on the first bud. It slightly twitched in your mouth, at it’s full length at this point.

“You know me so well, little one. Know all my spots. Such a good little artist,” she cooed, head rolling back and neck fully exposed. You hummed around her clit and sent vibrations up the length of her spine. Her thighs pressed against the sides of your head before pulling back. “Paya, you are playing a dangerous game, teasing me like that.” You smirked silently to your self and started to pump your fingers. Another finger added to the ring.

It barely did anything to stretch her out. Your hand being too small for the job. That didn’t bother more than did it worry you instead. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt her in a bad way. You added your last finger inside of her and kept pumping away.

Her arousal began to leak down the swell of her cheeks as you drew it out from her. You abandoned her throbbing buds to dip down and lick up what spilled. Your hand was withdrew from her and was replaced with your mouth. The taste of her returning to your tastebuds. A hum sounding from your pleased state.

In such a state, you didn’t even realize your hips were rutting against the mattress until you felt her hand on your hip. They stilled under her touch; breath caught in your throat. Your own slick was starting to drip down the inside of your thighs. The scent mingling with hers.

The hand slips more from your hip and towards your entrance. You mewled with her fingertips ghosted over your dripping folds and swiped up some of your arousal up. Gawtin brough it up to her mouth and licked off the sticky substance staining them. You shuttered and doubled down on her, tongue scooping what you could at the source.

Your mouth returns to her sensitive clits, hand diving back to rub at the spot deep inside of her. Gawtin’s walls started to pulse around your hand. Her noises gaining pitch, hips thrust harsher against your face. You severely focused on her, letting every other thought fall away besides just hurt.

With your other hand, you wrapped it around one of her thighs and pulled yourself snug with her. When her muscles clamped down on your fingers, you felt the bones creak under the strain but refused to pull back. You continued to suckle and lick at her buds, drawing out her orgasm the best you could. Your name was thrown in the mix with a magnificent whine you rarely got to hear.

Gawtin’s chest heaved with breaths as she gathered herself. You drew yourself onto your knees and placed the heavy cock on her mound. Deep down, you were excited to see this thing spilt her open, better than your fingers ever could.

When the dazed look started to fade from her eyes, you rubbed your hand over her stomach then dragged your nails down. They might be dull but she arched her back to press against them harder.

“There’s my wonderful mate. How was that?” you teased your very dominate mate. She growled that ended into a purr and exposed her throat to you. “Are you okay to continue? We-“

One of her hands lashed out and grabbed your throat. A soft yet firm grasp to keep you from pulling away. Gawtin pushed up to rest on her hand instead of her elbow to lean closer to your face. “If you do not put that thing into me now…” she trailed off, leaving open the threat. You couldn’t help but snort, knowing where she was coming from. All the times she’s teased you before coming to mind.

“If you let go of my neck, I can see what I’m doing.” There was just a hint of a snark in your words. One that Gawtin let slip past for the moment. She let go at your words. A smile was giving to her. You gazed down and lined up the pointed head of the yellow dildo at her entrance.

The fire in her eyes could rival the sun’s heat itself. Her desire heavy and thick in the air. You timidly pushed the head past her folds, watching as she consumed it. Gawtin’s cunt starting to stretch to accommodate the toy. Fuck, this was a sight you never knew you needed to see.

Each inch pushed deeper into her, you met no resistance, even when you hilted inside of her. A tiny part of you wished to feel what it would be like to have her wrapped around a real cock. “You look so beautiful stretched around my cock, Gawtin. You don’t understand what this does to me,” you admitted, raptured by the sight before you. You never thought this day would ever come.

She was back on her elbows and kept that sense of dominate aura around her. A soft look passed over her features. “Oh, I do know what you mean, little one. Every time I use my fin-ah,” she gasped when you pulled out and thrusted fully back in. “You sneaky little brat.” Her voice hardened. You smirked.

“You were saying?” With this tiny lick of dominance, you were acting like you had the whole universe in the palm of your hand. Her hand flicked out and wrapped around your throat all over again. Your thrusting stopped, eyes widening at the show of dominance over you. Again, she’s in charge.

Gawtin pulls you closer to her face. “When I stretch you with my fingers alone, you are a squirming, pleading mess underneath me,” she finished what she was originally going to say. You shuttered, your empty pussy clenching around nothing. “So, you better fuck me good, little one.” Her wish is your command. You rapidly nodded your head to get her to release your throat.

Thankfully, she did. Your hands grasp at her hips and pull back your own. A mix of her arousal and your saliva coating the toy. You shoved the entire length back into her, watching as it disappeared. You groaned lowly in the back of your throat and started up a pace. One of your thumbs moved to run tight circles around her top clit, still wet from your mouth earlier. Her walls tightened around the dildo.

“Paya’s grace, you know what you are doing,” she moaned and watched as you fucked her, eyes glued to the yellow toy moving in and out of her. “Tilt… tilt your hips down, little one.” Every little sound and word she made you soaked in. Instantly, you listened to her and angled your hips down to drive the head towards the ground.

Her abs flexed when you hit something your fingers could never reach. “That is it. Right-right there.” In the heat of moment, you accidentally sped up your thrusts, the praise making you lightheaded. “Slow. Slow down.” You whined an apology and returned to your former speed.

An array of sounds echoed back at you in the privacy of her room. The slapping of skin on skin; her keens; your pants. You bite your bottom lip to keep some of your control in check. Your finger continuously rubbing at her sensitive nerve endings.

Sweat pooled on your forehead. Though you felt your energy depleting, you were driven by determination to get her come. You wanted to leave a good impression on her so she’ll let you do this more often. You bowed down, keeps still angled down to rub against the sweet spot inside of her. “Shit, Gawtin. You don’t understand… how much I love you,” you rambled and gave her the sweetest eyes you could pull.

In her orbs, you saw something shift. But you had no time to prepare for when the scenery changed. You gasped after finding yourself on your back and staring up at Gawtin. The giant straddled your hips easily and positioned herself over the toy. Her body slammed down and engulfed the dildo back inside of her. She moaned, head bowed and began to ride the strap on still attached to your hips. Gawtin easily trapped both of your hands in hers and pinned them to bed. Her entire frame leaned over you as she took her pleasure from you.

“Gawtin?!” you shrieked afterwards, unable to move but not in any pain. She was taking what she wants from you. She dismissed your squeak, not stopping.

Gawtin leaned down and practically shoved her tongue past your lips. Her muscle dominated yours without much of effort. You were too stunned to fight back. You moaned though, back arched off of the bed. Her free hand found its back to your exposed chest and tweaked a nipple. Gawtin pulled back and stared deeply into your eyes.

“Ah, shit!” you squeaked and keened under her touch. “This is supposed t-to be about you!” With her riding you, it still was mainly focused on her pleasure, but you wanted to be strictly zeroed in on her.

All she did was growl, the fire in her eyes bright. Your bottom lip caught between dull teeth as you attempted to reel in your noises. You didn’t dare drown out what little sounds she made. Gawtin pulled harshly on your perked nipple with a huff. A knowing look passed over her features. You kept any other words to yourself if it wasn’t praise.

Fangs dug into the skin of your throat, on the verge of spilling blood. You pulled on your hands but the Yautja refused to let go.

The teeth moved to your shoulder, holding on tight. “Good girl, Gawtin,” you cooed and tried to thrust up to meet her hips. Yet, each time she slammed down practically bounced your body back up into hers. “You gonna come? Come all over my cock inside of you?”

A pitiful whine pierced the air. Her hips slammed once more with yours before stilling. All of her muscles flexed and twitched. Pain radiating from your shoulder, her teeth lodged into your skin. Another mark to add to the pile. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Hands cupped your chin. Gawtin released her hold on you and looked at you. A smile broke across your face. “How was that, pretty girl?” you asked the goddess in a soft tone. Her face relaxed after making sure you were okay. Gawtin began to purr and rested her forehead to yours. “I think you liked that more than me.” At least you hoped so.

One of her hands left your face to touch at the bite mark on your shoulder. You couldn’t help but hiss at the pain. It wasn’t bad but definitely noticeable. “I would apologize but it will scar nicely,” she stated.

You couldn’t help the snort that left you. “I think everyone in the village knows I belong to you. Possibly the planet,” you teased her. Marking you is a favorite thing of hers. Anything to get you marked and smelling like her was her favorite. None of the males ever come up to you, especially when Gawtin is around. Expect those two times… those two males really learned a hard lesson.

Gawtin huffed before leaning up to stand on her knees. The dildo slips out of her and flops onto your stomach, covered in her essence. Before you had a chance to even think about cleaning anything, you were lifted up and off the bed. You yelped and scrambled to latch onto Gawtin. “What did I say about warning me?” She didn’t response and began to walk towards the bathroom. “Hey, I’m supposed to be one taking care of you.”

“It is my duty to care for you, little mate,” she stated. You groaned and leaned back in her hold, trusting her to keep you safe. “Complain all you want but I love caring for you.” You softened at her words and looked at her beautiful eyes.

“You’re such a big softy,” you jestered then leaned up, arms hooked around her neck to hoist you up. “You’re my big softy.” Then, you kissed her top two mandibles each. Blood still stained her inner fangs.

A purr started in her chest. The Yautja starts to run a bath for both of your sake and sets you down. You were able to strip yourself of the toy and tossed it into the sink for cleaning later.  “You never answered my question,” you brought up after the tub was filled with hot water.

She perked a brow at you. “I rode you like… like a horse into the sunset,” she responded with a smirk on her alien face. You pressed your lips together and looked away. “And you figure out your speed quickly. It was perfect. You are perfect, my little ooman.” Heat rose to your cheeks as you looked away from her shyly.

Warm water engulfed you. Gawtin sat you in her lap and wrapped her arms around. “You’ll let me go that, right?” you pleaded with a pouty look on your features. “Since I did so good.”

One of her hands stroked down your back, sending tingles along your skin. “Yes, you did earn the chance to do it in the future.”

Dominate as she is, she’ll let you have your moments of false control. You were swift to eat up each second she allotted to you.

[atlantis-angel]

Will pressed a hand to Nico’s feverish skin, though it didn’t exactly do him much good, when he was pretty sure he had a fever just as bad.

By some sort of miracle, out of all the time they’d been together, Will and Nico had never managed to be sick at the same time. There was the one time where Will lost an important patient and Nico had had food poisoning, and the time that Will broke his wrist while Nico had been in the middle of finals week, but both times there’d been one person with some capability of caretaking.

Now, though, Will wasn’t sure what to do.

Nico had been vomiting most of the night, and Will had gotten nauseous just as the sun rose. There was a bucket positioned by the bed that had yet to be used (both of them knew the bathroom was favorable, especially when throwing up meant someone would have to clean the bucket,) but it offered at least some comfort as they lay, sprawled out, in their apartment bedroom.

Groaning softly, Will turned over on his other side, pulling his sweat dampened shirt away from his sticky skin. “You’re still hot, I think.” He croaked, turning his head to face Nico, all glossy eyes and knit eyebrows. “We need flu medicine.” Will complained pathetically, turning his head to cough, roughly, into his sleeve.

Nico looked just as pathetic, his cheeks and nose a brilliant pink, barely enough energy to lean over for a tissue so he could blow his nose. “I think you’re hot.” Nico shot back, his voice just as wobbly.

Will sat up for a fraction of a second before lying right back down, admitting defeat. “I can’t. M'too tired. This is how we’re going to die, Nico.” The blond mumbled, only a little delirious from the dehydration.

“I think you’re being a little dramatic…” Nico retorted, sitting up just as slow. “I’ll get the medicine. I need to throw up again, anyways.” His statement was punctuated with an unexpected gag, and Will ushered him away while he tried to get ahold of his own nausea.

Within a half hour, they’d both made their way back to the bathroom floor, sweaty and sticky and sick but at least with a glass of water and a bottle of cold and flu syrup that neither had been able to keep down, yet.

Will had just finished puking when there was a knock on the door, dragging his tired head up to glance into the bedroom. “Come on in-”

None other than Star Garcia stood in the doorway, a small backpack on and looking slightly bored, her arms crossed and a familiar scent of vanilla.

Nico had only just dozed off with his head resting against Will’s leg, the blond squinting and trying to figure out why they had a visitor.

“Nico texted me an hour ago, said you guys might need some help.” Star stated, and looking slightly sick herself. “You guys look like Aphrodite had a fit. How long have you been like this?”

“About 24 hours.” Will croaked, though the presence of a well, able bodied person was enough to send relief coursing through his body. Pillowing his head against the cool porcelain, Will had given up on being clean—all he cared was that there was someone who could look after Nico if he woke up first. “Flu, probably. I was going to take him back to bed but I think the sheets are all sweaty.”

Star rolled her eyes, unzipping her backpack already. “I’ll get some stuff set up, if you want to try to get to the guest room. At least you’ll have a comfortable bed.”

The guest room at their little apartment hadn’t even occured to him, though he was suddenly very tempted to curl up in the cool sheets.

With some assistance, the couple made their way to the bed, curling up under the crisp sheets and both going to sleep almost immediately, holding hands but getting no closer than that in favor of keeping cool.

With one last glance to the text Nico had sent, ‘SOS, Will is sick, need your help,’ Star rolled her eyes and went to get disinfecting.

[mjrtaurus]

Modern dragodile but it’s divorce + co parenting

Crocodile a well known, well respected mob boss politician. Who owns a god chunk of the city, can be seen dining at exclusive clubs with the elite or taking his 7 yr old to school ( it’s a private school much to Dragons chagrin, he only agreed because of safety concerns)

Dragon runs a tattoo parlour in what is to be considered the worst part of town, although in the two blocks of his shop, queen ivas club and Kumas temple. You will be protected. He is usually spotted at parks, driving his motorbike, and almost always with his son.

There are privileged few who know that the lavish and Capitalist mob boss used to run in those two blocks that have been so generously nicknamed “dead end drop”

Even fewer know the small curled dragon behind his left ear was not an impulse decision at 18.

Exactly 2 people know that’s there’s a matching crocodile behind the left ear of one monkey d dragon.

Sir crocodile is know for his company, his image captured Almost weekly. His arm, fingers and even lips caught around giant blondes, stoic brunettes, body guards and once a blue haired performance artist.

Daz bones hides the smirk on his face as he hears his boss stomping around. Luffy had just spilled the beans that Dragon had been having a “friend” over.

“Who does he think he is? Bringing a- a- some tramp around?” Crocodile spits, “and around Luffy no less? Ooh.. when I get ahold of that bastard!”

Daz had no doubt that the “tramp” in question was an upstanding citizen who had been throughly vetted and Dragon had been seeing for a good amount of time now. The man did not play when it came to his son.

Crocodile liked company but he never mixed his nighttime partners with his life much less his child. Daz could respect that, he could however feel a little less respectful of his bosses behaviour now.

He had known, deep down when Crocodile realized Dragon was dating again there would be a.. adjustment period. (Personally he thought his boss should put on his big boy pants and admit he wasn’t over his ex, but he wasn’t paid enough to be a therapist)

“Charolette!?! You’re dating a Charolette?!?” Crocodile screeched into his phone. “And you’re letting him near Luffy?!?”

A quiet rumble responded, probably making some valid point.

Daz sighed and moved to Luffys room. He stuck his head into the mossy green inside. “Hey little man.” He called “everything good?”

Luffy threw his pillow into the air again and caught it. “Yeah.. I guess.” He blew his bangs out of his face. “Dad really likes Kata.”

The floor creaked slightly as Daz came to rest beside the messy bed littered with stuffed animals. “Do you?”

“Yeah.” Luffy scrunched his nose, “Shanks says that Baba is trying to make dad jealous but I don’t think he’s doing a good job because dad is just sad a lot.”

Daz sighed “you wanna sneak out and go to the aquarium?”

Shanks almost dropped his smoothie. “So you’re not doing this to make him jealous?!”

Dragon made a face that very clearly stated he would be pinching his forehead if he wasn’t currently sticking a needle in the redheads skin.

“Not everyone goes about their life trying to one up their ex.” He deadpanned. “Some of us have lives.”

“Touché big guy.” Shanks sat still for exactly 15 seconds before opening his mouth again. “So Katakuri.. is the purple natural.. or?”

“Nika above!” The metal side tray rattled as Dragon set down the tattoo gun. “I like him, for whatever reason he likes me! He actually gets along with Luffy and I don’t know! It’s just nice to have someone! How hard is that to understand?”

Shanks took a deliberate sip of his room temperature smoothie. “It’s not, we just all thought you and croc would get back together, that’s all.”

Dragon rolled his eyes, picking up his tattoo gun again. “Yeah well how long should I wait? It’s already been three years.” The hum of the machine purrs as the needle dips back into Shanks skin. “I- I can’t spend my life waiting for him to waltz through the door anymore, ok?”

(This was supposed to be more comedic I apologize)

Dragon can convince most people that he’s over it. That he’s cut his ties and moved on with his life. That he’s fine.

But Katakuri isn’t must people. Those mulberry colored eyes- purple like his, but in a different hue- don’t miss much. Sometimes they unnerve Dragon with just how much of him they can see.

They’d been on a little date. Nothing special, just a stay-at-home dinner and a movie night. They’d been getting ready to curl up on the couch and turn on the TV when Crocodile called, hissing and spitting like the tomcats that Dragon will sometimes hear fighting outside in the middle of the night.

Tonight of all nights…

He knew he probably should have let Crocodile know that he was dating again. With joint custody of Luffy, it was a fair thing for his ex to be angry over. But he and Katakuri had kind of just happened out of the blue. Even Dragon was still coming to terms with it.

“Do you even know how fucking psychotic that family is?” Crocodile growls, making the older man flinch on the other end of the line. There isn’t any way that Katakuri hadn’t heard that.

“I know you have issues with his mom, Hell, I do too, but Kata’s not like tha-…” Dragon can barely get a word in before Crocodile is ripping through his argument.

“Yes, I have a lot of issues with his mom, and I have issues with him, too! He bends over backwards for that hag, and you think he’s safe enough to bring around Luffy? I can’t fucking believe you!”

Without Crocodile there in the flesh, Dragon can’t read the body language. He can’t tell over the phone if the man’s anger is more from jealousy or concern. It really doesn’t help that his concern has always been aggressive.

“Wani, Luffy barely smiles anymore.” And that was the heart of the issue, wasn’t it? Luffy.

If it was just him and Crocodile, they would have had a few choice words and a bit of petty jealousy to throw around, but with Luffy… it complicated things.

“We keep fighting like this when we think he can’t hear, but he does. He always does… I can’t do that to him anymore.” Dragon is sure that somewhere on the other end of the line there might be little ears listening. Unless Daz has stepped in to get him away from all that. Dragon needs to hug the man’s neck the next time he sees him.

“And what makes you think you and that big bastard won’t start fighting the second his mother wants him to ditch you?” Crocodile hisses, though with far less fire than before.

“If that happens, I know he’ll at least give Luffy and I the decency to break it off quick and clean instead of… whatever the hell this is.” He was tired. So, so tired.

For a minute, he thinks Crocodile has ended the call or cut out form shitty reception or… something. But when he spoke again, it was in a tone he had heard only rarely.

Soft. Vulnerable. Every barrier broken down and cleared away. Defenseless as the day Dragon had first told him he loved him.

“Does he treat Luffy well?”

Dragon feels his heart breaking all over again.

“He makes Luffy smile and laugh like you did.”