#still they were going through some goofy ah moment

[faceglitchsworld]

Just a friend doing his best friend's dance

[musaslullaby]

The night has only just begun

Max Verstappen x fem reader

Summary: Max becomes jealous when he sees you talking to another man.

Warning: NSFW, +18, you are responsible for what you read.

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I've always loved being around people. Parties, interviews, or simply going out to dinner were a way to clear my head from eternal melancholy.

The limousine sped through the empty streets of Monaco. The only lights visible through the tinted windows were those of the beautiful stars, shining independently in the sky. They’ve always inspired a sense of trust in me, and now, after years of hard work, I can happily consider myself one of them.

"Schatje, are you ready?" Max asked, placing his hand on my leg, covered by the expensive blue dress that sparkled under the moonlight.

"I'm always ready. Perhaps I should ask you if you are." My mischievous smile caused an adorable chuckle from Max, who gently stroked me before stepping out of the car. Like a true gentleman, he opened the door for me, and only at that moment did my eyes wander over his entire body, perfectly framed by a black tuxedo as dark as the night, which highlighted his light blue eyes.

He extended his hand toward me with an elegant gesture while a brilliant, sincere smile adorned his features. His expression was relaxed, genuinely happy, and it made me smile involuntarily. I loved seeing him so at ease, especially because it was rare���during races, he often showed his worst side.

I gently placed my hand in his, which was larger than mine. It felt reassuring as we walked down that red carpet; his presence was warm and calm, in stark contrast to the continuous flashes of the journalists' cameras blinding us. Even the sky seemed to hide its beloved stars from those equally bright machines.

When we entered the venue, the lights were dim, a soft murmur lingered in the background, and waiters constantly passed by with glasses of sparkling wine. Occasionally, you could notice a dark wooden table surrounded by Ferrari-red couches.

My eyes darted around, scanning every person, and they casually caught sight of blonde hair. In an instant, I left Max's side, diving into that ocean of important people, dressed like kings and queens. When I got close enough, I recognized that boy. I knew my eyes weren’t deceiving me. "If I’m not mistaken, this is the scent of…" I said, stopping, resting my hand on my chin as I pretended to think. "Ah yes, it’s the new Giorgio Armani fragrance?"

The boy turned to me with wide eyes. "I can’t believe it, Y/N, how long has it been!"

"Too long!" I whispered, laughing, as we hugged, fearing we’d lose each other again.

"So, how’s it going?" he asked, his bright smile so contagious that I felt a facial paralysis coming on.

"Everything’s fine, thanks," I replied kindly, my voice slightly sweetened.

I had no idea how much time had passed since we started talking, but the only thing I knew was that he hadn’t changed: he was still the same goofy boy as always, and in some ways, that was reassuring. As caught up as we were in the conversation, I completely ignored the phone going crazy with calls and messages. By then, my handbag was vibrating every three seconds.

A laugh erupted from the back of my throat; I loved his humor and jokes, but I didn’t even have time to reply before I felt a deadly grip on my wrist, being yanked from the conversation without realizing it.

"That's enough," Max whispered through clenched teeth, his jaw tight.

"Stop it!" I yelled, trying to resist, drawing the attention of those around us, who suddenly stopped talking. Couldn’t they mind their own business?

"Will you explain what’s wrong with you?" I asked, stumbling as he let go, shoving me violently against the bathroom wall.

"What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me?" His anger was evident; I could see it in his eyes, but beyond that, I saw something else… sadness? Melancholy? No, that wasn’t it. Something deeper, perhaps?

"I’m not the one who was eyeing another man," he continued, almost shouting, his voice filled with frustration and repressed feelings.

"What are you talking about? You know I only have eyes for you," I whispered, a slight sense of guilt starting to weigh on me, causing me to lower my gaze.

"Good, liefde, then prove it," he said, pressing his face against mine. I felt his warm breath brushing my lips and his mischievous grin. Ah, that’s what had been in his eyes earlier: lust.

With my cheeks flushed pink, I made the first move, throwing myself onto his slightly chapped lips. Max knew me too well; I would never back down from his provocations.

His hands gripped my hips in a firm hold, pulling me against his body. His teeth sank into my lips, asserting his dominance.

Involuntarily, I let out a sharp squeal, which earned an approving sound from Max. His kisses moved down to my exposed neck, biting and sucking the sensitive spots he knew all too well.

When he pulled away, I ran my hand over the purple and red marks he had left on me. A shiver of excitement shot down my spine as Max seductively licked his lips.

"Kneel," he ordered in a firm, authoritative voice, as he unbuttoned his pants.

With a subdued nod, I knelt before him, noticing the bulge in his pants. When I saw his member freed from its restraints in front of my face, I felt a sharp pang of pleasure deep in my core. Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him. I could hear his muffled grunts under my touch, and the heat he caused throughout my body was heavenly.

"Damn…" His hands found a grip in my hair, tugging to push deeper into his sex. My cheeks flushed red as he completely controlled the rhythm. Gag reflexes took over my body, feeling his member contract and the veins growing rigid. Suddenly, I noticed the pace increasing, although sloppier, and after two more thrusts, Max released himself into my throat.

"Swallow it all, I don’t want to see a drop," he whispered, pulling me up by my hair. His cheeks were flushed pink, and sweat dripped down his forehead.

He was incredibly sexy. With a seductive movement, I placed my hands on his chest, letting his expensive jacket fall to the ground. The white shirt clung to his body from the sweat, revealing his sculpted abs.

Max dropped the authoritative act for a moment, planting a sweet, wet kiss on my lips, tasting himself, before returning to the Max from before.

Without effort, he lifted me into his arms, playing with the edge of my panties, slightly pushing them aside, brushing against my swollen, already wet lips.

"You're already ready for me, schatje? Pathetic," he whispered with a mischievous laugh on my lips, and his closeness definitely wasn’t helping.

Quickly, he aligned himself with my entrance and penetrated me, our ragged breaths mingling together. I could feel every part of him inside me, every small movement and his overwhelming heat. He didn’t wait a second before hammering into me at an inhuman pace. I was sure my screams could be heard throughout the club.

He was consistent, hard, and fast. No second thoughts or hesitation, his movements were precise and sure. I buried my face in his neck while he grunted, throwing his head back in pleasure.

The tip of his member hit my g-spot, making me melt like cream in his hands. I could no longer think straight. A warmth crept into my lower abdomen, and with each thrust, it became more intense and taut until it finally snapped, accompanied by a scream carrying his name in a vulgarly melodious way.

"He would never make you scream the way I do," he said between grunts, pushing even deeper, losing energy as he went.

After a few more thrusts, he reached the height of pleasure and came inside me with a stifled groan, muffled by a kiss full of sweetness and lust, mixed in a perfect cocktail.

Sweat dripped down his face as he lovingly pressed his forehead against mine.

"I love you, schatje," he whispered against my lips in a soft voice, planting a few kisses on my face.

"I love you too, especially when you're jealous," I said with a playful smile, grazing his earlobe with my teeth, making him shiver at the contact.

"Ready for the next round?" he said with a mischievous smirk, running his fingers down my back, exposed by the low cut of my dress.

"The night has only just begun..." I whispered, laughing softly as I gently caressed his cheek, my heart beating faster knowing what awaited me.

[wooahaes]

svt - pick-up lines

pairing: non-idol!svt x gn!reader

prompt: reader hitting on their partner with pick-up lines. for funsies.

genre: fluff. comedy? this is so silly.

warnings: bad pick-up lines. goofy silly hours teehee!! established relationship in all of these.

daisy’s notes: ive had these plans for a while. this is just me enjoying pick-up lines. theyre so silly goofy sometimes.

choi seungcheol

“cheollie,” you called out from your end of the couch. he looked up from his phone with a hum, and you kept a straight face. “do you believe in love at first sight?”

to your surprise, he mused over the question for a minute. “what? i don’t know, i think--”

you spoke up over him, trying to quell your urge to laugh: “do you believe in love at first sight, or should i walk by again?”

and he stared at you, brows furrowing together before it clicked. ah. you must have found pick-up lines online or something. “honey. we’ve been dating for two years. you don’t need to hit on me like this--”

“answer the question, cheollie!”

“no!” he laughed, “if you’re going to hit on me, then do one that makes sense!” 

yoon jeonghan

jeonghan hummed as he focused on cooking dinner... yet he heard the telltale sound of you making your way over, and glanced up. “hi, honey,” he said, before going back to his work. “it’ll only be a little longer--”

“hey. jeonghan.” he could hear the way you’re trying not to crack up over whatever you were about to say. “i hope you know CPR... because you’re taking my breath away.”

he looked up, half-expecting to see you holding your camera up, but instead you’re just smiling like an idiot. at least you’re his idiot, if anything. he gave you the tiniest once-over, before going back to his work. “your hand looks heavy... can i hold it for you?”

and immediately you cringed--something he caught out of the corner of his eye--causing him to laugh.

“you won’t win!” he said, looking at you. “i memorized some the moment i saw you googling them last night!”

“you cheater!” you said through your giggles, making your way over to steal a kiss from him. “ugh, you’re so mean!”

he chuckled against your lips instead. “and you’re still laughing.”

joshua hong

joshua had been doing the dishes when you sidled up to him with this goofy smile on your face. he glanced up for a moment, about to ask why you were smiling so hard all of a sudden, only for you to speak up.

“are you from tennessee--”

“babe. i’m literally from california,” he chuckled.

“no, shh,” you reached up to cover his mouth, “you’re ruining it--”

he chuckled, pulling your hand away, “i know.” and he abandoned his work, turning to you as he laned in. “and i’m gonna keep ruining it--”

“what? no!” you whined, “you’re so mean--just let me finish the line--”

he kissed you anyway, giggling when he felt you smile against his lips. when you started to try to finish the line when he pulled away, he merely kissed you again.

(you weren’t going to finish the line... but you didn’t mind it so much when every attempt was met with a kiss).

wen junhui

jun had been curled up on the couch, a book in his hands when he heard you call out to him.

“jun. junnie.” he looked up to see you approaching, phone in hand. “if i were a cat...” you looked up, smiling hard, “i’d spend all nine lives with you.”

oh no. oh NO. you were CUTE. maybe the pickup line was silly as hell, but you were adorable and it made him start to giggle. he buried his face in his book. “i thought we were past this stage!”

“are you a cat?” you pulled the book down as you crawled over, “because you’re purrrrfect--”

again, he started to giggle over your silly pickup lines. of course you’d pick cat ones. this man had a weakness sometimes and it was cats. the fact that you looked incredibly pleased with yourself only made this worse (or better? jun couldn’t tell which: your joy was great, but how was he supposed to live after this?).

counter attack time. he dived forward, quickly kissing you before breaking into more giggles. “are you happy now?”

with a giggle, you leaned forward, about to kiss him again. “very.”

kwon soonyoung

“soonyoung!”

your boyfriend looked up from where he was getting a drink from the fridge, suddenly caught off guard. did he do something? or... maybe you asked him for something and he was about to forget it? soonyoung could be a little forgetful, and usually you approaching him like this either meant he forgot something, or he did something. slowly, he pushed the fridge close, still staring you down..

“if you were a song,” you said, “you’d be the best single on the album.”

the fridge shut, and he could hear that hiss of it being sealed back as he continued to stare at you. wait. single? “are you breaking up with me?”

“what? no, soonie, i’m hitting on you.”

what the fuck were you talking about...? “honey... we’re already dating.”

“soonyoung--”

“ohh, right,” he twisted the tap of his water bottle. he lifted it to take a sip, pausing long enough to finish the thought, “you’re still bad at flirting.”

“soonyoung!”

he set the bottle aside as he made his way to you, “it’s okay,” he giggled. he reached out, pulling you into his arms. “i still love you and your bad pick-up lines.”

jeon wonwoo

wonwoo had been standing in the middle of the bookstore when you suddenly approached him, giggling. he could see from the twinkle in your eyes that you had something planned, and you reached out, patting his arm with a “hey, hey, wonwoo,” that told him immediately you’d been distracted while looking up the book you were looking for.

“yes?”

“on a scale from one to ten,” you said, “you’re a nine, and i’m the one you need--”

wonwoo blinked at you. “you’re not a one, though.”

immediately, your head shot up as you stared at him, suddenly embarrassed. as you swat at his arm, with a pouty “wonwoooo,” wonwoo giggled at you.

“you’re so cute,” he said. “did you find the book we’re looking for?”

he could see the light bulb over your head as you went wide-eyed, suddenly reminded your mission. “oh, right!”

lee jihoon

“jihoonie?” you called out, immediately getting your boyfriend’s attention as he was comparing two boxes of cereal. “if you were words on a page... you’d be fine print.”

... what the hell? he just stared at you, saying nothing as he tried to figure out what you were doing. was soonyoung around the corner? had you run into him and he pitched this idea...? or maybe it had been vernon. or mingyu. or... honestly, he had a lot of friends who teased him because his face went bright red whenever you teased him.

“if you were a vegetable,” you continued to read off of your phone, “you’d be a cute-cumber.”

this was even more confusing. he could see you were smiling. were you planning something? this had to be a prank. his face kept growing warmer by the second: of course you’d find cute pick-up lines to use on him. you didn’t even do this when the two of you started dating.

“if you were a fruit--”

“why are you hitting on me? we’re already dating.”

you had smiled to yourself again, that twinkle in your eye telling him that you were about to tease him again. yet when you looked up, you saw how red his face was getting. no point in letting this go to waste. “you’d be a fine-apple,” you finished.

and that immediately netted you jihoon whining at you with a quiet “stop, i’m going to die and then you won’t have a boyfriend anymore. do you want me to die?”

(... and of course, that meant you’d hit him with an angel-themed pick-up line minutes later after you found a suitable one.)

lee seokmin

"hey. are you a chicken?”

seokmin looked up from where he was sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through his social media on this lazy afternoon. he furrowed his brow, thinking over your words again. you knew as well as anyone else that seokmin wasn’t the greatest with stuff like horror movies. he clung to you the entire time you went to a haunted house with him, after all. “i--”

“because you’re im-peck-able.”

he snorted after a moment, already smiling. “ah--really? you’re hitting on me like this?” he paused after a moment. “... aren’t you tired?”

you giggled, “nope! i still have more--”

“because you’ve been running through my mind all day.”

immediately, you yelled before diving forward, burying your face in his shirt. “that’s not fair!”

he laughed, bringing you into his arms as he sat up. “joshua told me that one once,” he giggled, “and i thought i missed my chance to use it on you.”

oh, of course he wanted to use it on you. what a dork. at least he was your dork.

kim mingyu

mingyu had been in the middle of cooking dinner when he heard you come in. he called out to you, asking how your day had gone. you’d made conversation easily enough as you slipped out of your shoes and into your house slippers, making your way into the kitchen. you leaned against the counter, watching him drop long noodles into boiling water.

“gyu.” yet when he merely hummed in response, you called his name again until he looked at you. “are you parents bakers?”

he furrowed his brows. “what? you know what my parents do, we’ve--”

“because you’re a cutie pie.”

he stared at you for a moment, words sinking in before he threw his head back and laughed. the pick-up line wasn’t so funny as much as it was his love for you that made him laugh. mingyu was utterly and entirely endeared to you in every way, and that included laughing at your silly little jokes. before you could even try to say another one, he made his way over to you, pulling you into his arms and kissing you.

“you’re so cute,” he giggled.

“it wasn’t that funny, you know,” you wrapped your arms around him. you’d save the other pick-up lines for later.

he squeezed you tight. “it was. because it was yours,” he said, giggling again. “really... i love you. you’re so cute.” he let go of you, stepping back to watch dinner. “dinner should be ready soon, by the way.”

you smiled, leaning against the counter once more. “i almost said something about your cake, you know--”

(which only earned you him yelling, laughing a little as he did so. god, he loved you.)

xu minghao

minghao had called out for you to come in once he heard you knock on the door of his art studio, and he’d nodded to you politely as you came in. without thinking twice, he continued his work, now acutely aware of the audience he had. he didn’t mind working in front of you--he trusted you to know that art was a process and the vision truly came together toward the end.

“hao?” you asked, sounding genuinely confused. “did you do something to my eyes?”

he furrowed his brows, looking over to where you were standing. “no? is something wrong--”

“because i can’t take them off of you.”

immediately, all concern for you evaporated because he saw the way you were smiling, the way you barely concealed your giggles now that he was looking at you. “are you done?”

your smile faltered. “oh. sorry, are you busy? i didn’t mean to--”

he giggled a moment later, so soft and airy. you’d always told him he had a cute laugh. “you don’t have to flirt with me,” he said, beckoning you over. he leaned in, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “i’m already yours.” 

boo seungkwan

seungkwan had been sitting across from you, coffee sitting in front of him, as he scrolled through one of his social media accounts. he’d been looking for a specific post to show you, listening to you ramble on about your day as he searched.

“hey. do you have a name?” you asked all of a sudden, immediately earning a confused look from seungkwan. “or can i just call you mine?”

his nose wrinkled as he gave you this look of disgust. “what? we’re already dating. what are you talking about?” he paused, looking around. “is someone recording this?”

you just giggled, watching him. “did the sun come out? or did you just smile at me?”

seungkwan, who was very much not smiling at you, actually cracked one at that one. “really? should i wait for you to be done?”

“yes.” you glanced back down at your phone, “do you play soccer? because you look like a keeper--”

seungkwan grabbed his coffee, getting up to leave you there. he heard your “hey!” as he walked away, smiling to himself. all too soon, you’d chased after him, taking your hand in his.

“i’m done,” you giggled. “but you are, y’know. a keeper.”

“i know,” he smiled, squeezing your hand. “and i’m yours, too.”

he’d have to find a pick-up line to use on you later, just to give you a taste of your own medicine... you’ll just never see it coming.

chwe vernon

vernon knew you were up to... something. you’d been skulking around, this devious smile on your face as you wandered to and fro, giggling to yourself. at first, he thought this had to be some kind of ‘look at this costume i bought our child’ (your cat) deal, since that had happened before (which was why you owned a sonic the heggehog onesie for said cat). yet you had leaned over the couch, watching him for a moment.

“hey.”

he raised a brow. “hey?”

“if you and i were socks, we’d make a great pair.”

he rolled his eyes, settling back into the couch. “i think we’d have like. a sick pattern, too, actually.”

you pouted slightly, apparently not satisfied with his reaction. “if you were a triangle,” you said, recovering well enough, “you’d be acute one.”

he looked up at you again. “babe, i don’t remember geometry.”

“oh my god.” you buried your face in your hands for a moment. again, you recovered. “hey. what’s it like to be the most gorgeous person in the room?”

“i dunno,” he leans up, “what’s it like?”

you shoved your face into your hands again, letting out a groan as he laughed. this was what you got for leaving your phone open to a page of pick-up lines with a boyfriend who was more than ready to beat you at your own game. he’d only hoped you’d try to hit him with something like that last one.

“vernonnnn,” you drew out his name in a whine. “i hate you.”

he giggled, leaning up to pull one of your hands away from your face, and pressed a kiss against your cheek. “love you too,” he giggled.

lee chan

chan had been standing by the produce when you came back to him with the bread, setting it into your cart. he stood right where you had hoped he would be, looking over sweet potatoes since they were on your grocery list.

“hey. channie.”

he merely hummed in response, setting another sweet potato into the bag.

“if you were a potato,” you nod toward the one in his hand, “you’d be a sweet potato.”

he looked up, a little confused. “okay? thank you?”

“if i could rearrange the alphabet--”

“oh no.”

“--i’d put U and I together.”

chan let out a sigh, a smile breaking out as he hung his head for a minute. he looked at you again, still smiling. “are there more? i’ll wait if there are.”

you just wrapped your arm around his, pressing your side against his. “nope,” you said. “just wanted to see your face.”

he chuckled, shifting just enough that he could comfortably continue gathering sweet potatoes. “you didn’t put these on the list so you could use that line, right?”

“nope,” you hummed. “just seized the opportunity.”

he chuckled. “good to know,” he planted a quick peck on your cheek, still smiling to himself. at least he found you cute.

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[heehoonieluvs]

hello!! i really loved ‘the locker rooms’ with hee, and i was wondering if i could request a short drabble in that series/universe lol (if that is okay!) of hee and the readers first time together? especially since hee is so down bad for them 😩

also i love love!! how u write heeseung 😩 idk it just hits diff i love it lolol

First time

Basketball captain Heeseung x reader

Fluff, smut

The way that the members are depicted in this story has nothing to do with how they really are or how I feel they are. It is all solely for the storyline so please bear that in mind 🫶

Tysm for sending in this request 🩵 I do apologise that it’s a lot longer than expected but I got too carried away 😅

Warnings: MDNI, cursing, pet names, loss of virginity, oral (f & m receiving), fingering (please let me know if I need to add any more 🤍)

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It had been about 3 months since Heeseung had finally asked you to be his girlfriend. It was safe to say that it had been the best 3 months your life, full of the best cuddles, kisses, the cutest dates and so much more. And for Heeseung it was the same… except he was fighting his inner demons so hard to not devour you every moment you two were together.

He kept his sinful thoughts to himself as he didn’t want to scare you off with the filthy things he wanted to do with you. There were times where he was close to getting a taste of you but you always stopped him before things went too far as you were a virgin. The first time you told him, he lifted your head by your chin and left delicate pecks on your bright red cheeks, reassuring you that there was nothing to be embarrassed about. So every time you got nervous from his touches, he’d never push you to do anything and end the night with the biggest cuddles.

The truth was that you were just as needy for him as he was for you. But knowing his reputation before you got together, it made you worry that you wouldn’t be able to satisfy him the way that he wanted. It felt embarrassing that you were in your second year and still hadn’t slept with anyone. So instead, you resorted to touching yourself to the thought of your gorgeous boyfriend whenever he wasn’t around. You knew that he would never judge you for being a virgin but you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself and make him want to go back to the way he was before.

It was a Sunday night at Heeseung’s flat and you had just submitted your essay. You could’ve gotten it done quicker if it weren’t for your needy boyfriend kissing your neck and begging you to pay him some attention. Once you shut your laptop, you turned to your boyfriend who was sat on his bed with a cheeky grin on his face. Seeing how snuggly he looked, you bounced over to straddle his lap and engulfed him in the biggest bear hug

“Ah finally! My baby is paying attention to meeee” he whined into your neck

His fluffy hair tickled your face so you brought your hand up to run your fingers through the strands. He hummed in satisfaction as you played with his hair and rocked you side to side

“How about we put on a movie and I’ll get us a takeaway? Does that sound good my princess? He asked as he rubbed his nose on yours before giving you a kiss

“Are you sure darling? You’ve got a game coming up tomorrow and I don’t want your coach to have a go at you”

You could barely keep eye contact with him as he gazed up at you with so much love in his eyes, making your stomach feel like it was doing flips

“Don’t worry baby, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. And anyways, it’s to celebrate my pretty girl for being so smart and beautiful” he teased

You rolled your eyes jokingly “Babe, I submitted one assignment. I don’t think that makes me that smart” you giggled at his goofiness

“Yes it does babyyyyy! And we should always celebrate the fact that I have the most gorgeous princess in the whole world to myself” he started to brag with a smug smile

He ordered you both all of your favourite foods from the takeaway around the corner and you snuggled under the covers whilst watching a movie you had been looking forward to. His arm was draped around you and he pulled your legs over his lap so it almost looked like he was cradling you like his baby. As he looked down to stare at your face, he couldn’t help but wonder how he got so lucky despite how much of a dick he was in the past.

It was like you were some kind of angel sent for him when you entered his life. Before you, his grades had started to decline as he only focused on basketball and getting his dick wet. But once you blessed him with your presence, it was like he became a new person. He wanted to be a better person to prove to you that he was capable of being the man that you deserved to worship you for the rest of your life. And now that he’s yours, he could never even think about any other woman apart from you.

You looked so adorable, snuggled under the covers in his favourite hoodie. You were so invested in the film so he took his time to concentrate on every part of your beautiful face. From the way your eyes sparkled in awe, the way you slightly pouted in concentration whenever something interesting was being said, and the way your adorable nose would scrunch up whenever the actors said something outrageous.

He was in such a daze that he barely picked up on the moans coming from the TV as an intimate scene came up. The scene was extremely realistic and intense, even to him. And when he looked back at you, your eyes slightly dropped from embarrassment but he picked up on your legs slightly squeezing together

Even though he always tried to avoid it, he couldn’t help but tease you because he found it so cute. He leaned down to whisper softly into your ear

“Are you enjoying it princess?”

Your doe eyes widened as you looked at him with your bottom lip jutted out

“U- uh no what do you mean?” You turned away from his teasing gaze

He pulled you in closer to rub his nose on your warm cheek

“It’s ok princess I’m only teasing. You know it’s not something to be embarrassed about?”

By the way your legs carried on moving over his lap, he felt that he could test the waters a bit more, but not enough to make you feel uncomfortable. So he brought his left hand up to your upper thigh soothe your shaking legs. As he stroked you turned your face towards him again but kept your line of vision down, at his hand on you. Your fingers played with your bottom lip (a habit that you did whenever you were nervous and drove your boyfriend crazy). The hand that was on your lap delicately pulled your fingers away from your lips before he kissed them

“Pretty girl, you know I can’t resist you whenever you play with your soft lips like that. It almost makes me jealous that I’m not the one doing it to you” he interlocked your fingers and brought his face closer to yours

Sensing the closer proximity, your looked back up to him and the two of you looked into each others eyes and lips. It was like the was an invisible force that pulled you both together as you leaned in for a kiss.

You guys had kissed many times before, but this one felt different. He cradled your face gently to angle it perfectly and you rested your hands by his shoulders. The two of you moved your heads in sync to deepen the kiss and each movement made it feel more and more intense. Heeseung wanted more so he ran his tongue on your bottom lip to ask you permission to open your mouth. When you granted him access, he wasted no time to stick his tongue in your mouth to play with yours. As the two of you engaged in a wet french kiss, you felt his hand run down your body to land on your ass. All of a sudden a rush of panic washed over you and you pulled away

“I’m so sorry princess did I go too far?” Heeseung questioned with so much worry written on his face

“No. No I promise you didn’t. It’s just me” you said timidly “I do want to do it with you, I promise baby. I’m just scared”

“What is it that you’re afraid of pretty baby? Is it me?” He asked

You panicked “No! You could never scare me bambi. I just… I guess I’m just scared that I won’t satisfy you and I can’t compare to all the girls you’ve been with”

He let out a sigh of relief but also sadness. He didn’t realise that you had been feeling this way and was frustrated at himself for not picking up on your insecurities earlier

“Oh baby, is that what’s been holding you back all this time?”

You nodded your head slightly, not wanting to speak in case your voice trembled

“Look at me my baby. That’s it, show me that pretty face. No one, and I mean no one, will ever be able to satisfy me the way you do. You could just look at me and that would make me so much more fulfilled than any other person could make me. You have no idea how much I crave you every second of the day. I’m having to hold back from touching you in such dirty ways and make you feel so fucking good and it’s absolute torture baby. Ever since I saw you for the first time, I’ve been wanting to devour you but I will only do it if you are absolutely sure that you want me to do it. If whatever’s holding you back is because of the nobodies that were a part of the past, then please don’t worry your pretty head about it princess. Just think of how good I can make you feel”

He nibble your ear and proceeded to press kissed from your cheek, to your nose and finally your lips

“Wait Hee. I- um, well I- I haven’t shaved… down there though” you whispering shyly

God Heeseung thought he was going to bust a nut from how fucking adorable you were right now

“Oh baby, you’re so fucking cute! You don’t have to worry about small things like that. Are you going to be bothered about me not being shaved down there?”

You shook your head no

“Well there you go baby. You’re not bothered by my body hair and I am most definitely not bothered by yours. And anyways, just thinking about your cute little bush hiding your wet pussy is enough to make me cum right now” he growled at the end

Your eyes widened at his vulgar words. It was obvious now just how much he had been holding in this entire time and you felt a bit daft for doubting how much he wanted you this entire time

He brought his hand back up to cradle your face again to stroke your cheek

“Do you want to carry on baby? Because trust me, I want nothing more than to be buried in you but you have to tell me that you want this too”

“Yes I want it Hee. Please?”

“Oh fuck yes baby thank you”

Not wanting to waste another second, he pulled you in for the sloppiest kiss you guys ever shared. He ran his tongue all over your mouth, sucking your tongue and licking your saliva up. You wanted to feel his skin on yours so you tugged at the bottom of his tank top to hint at him. He pulled away from you and lifted his arms

“Strip me baby”

You climbed off his lap and peeled every barrier of clothing away to reveal his gorgeous body. Before you got to his boxers, you sat back on your knees to admire his sculpted figure. He would be lying if he said he didn’t go to the gym more than usual to distract him from wanting to use you has his cardio workout

The way his muscles were flexing made you drip and wonder what they’d feel like rubbing on your pussy. His hair trailed down from under his belly button and moved down under the last item of clothing that hid his prized possession

“Please take it off princess, I can’t wait any longer” he begged with his round eyes

You slowly pulled his boxers down and his red throbbing cock bounced out and tapped you on your chin. You gasped as the tip leaked with his pre cum onto your face. He giggled at your surprise face and the way you looked so tiny by his dick. It was safe to say that you were both impressed and nervous when you saw just how much you boyfriend had been packing this entire time. You quickly sat back up to strip off your clothes before he grabbed your hands to stop you

“No baby, that’s my job”

He flipped you around so you were laying on the bed and carefully stripped off your (his) clothes piece by piece, admiring your body the entire time. He was practically drooling when he got to your underwear, not knowing which one he wanted to take off first. His hands delicately reached under your back and he unclasped your bra.

When he pulled the cups away, he stared at your perky boobs. Your hardened nipples looked so inviting that he felt the urge to suck on them. You gasped as his warm mouth surrounded them and you let out a small moan which caused him to involuntarily grind into his bed. The tip of his tongue flicked over your sensitive nipple on your left breast and his thumb rub over your right one. After a few more licks, he swapped side to give the same treatment to your other breast

“Please give me more” you whined

“Ok ok princess. Bubba will give you more” he cooed

He started to litter kisses all the way down to your crotch where he was met with the sweet smell of your arousal. His fingers hooked over the side of the crotch to reveal your wetness. The way your juices spread all over your lips made him want to go feral. He pealed your damp panties from you and made himself comfortable between your spread legs

“Can I have a taste pretty baby? I promise it will feel good”

You turned away in embarrassment

“That’s dirty though” you whined

He chuckled “No baby it’s sexy. I want nothing more than to bury my face between your legs till you’re creaming in my mouth. Will you please let me do it?” He begged

You shyly nodded at him and he looked like a kid who just got his favourite lollipop

He went straight in to lick at your entrance to get as much of your juices as possible. It was so sweet and he knew from that moment that he would need to taste you every day no matter what. He pulled back from you to spread your lips apart and reveal your swollen clit. His lips went to suck and lick the tiny button, which made you scrunch your legs up to move away from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. But there was no way Heeseung was going to let you deprive him from your taste again

He grabbed onto your thighs to pull you even closer so your couldn’t move away

“Don’t run away from me baby. Feel the way I suck on your cute pussy”

His head shook side to side with his tongue stuck out full. The wetness from your pussy mixed with his saliva had spread all over his face and your thighs. Each lick made you let out such pornographic sounds that you didn’t realise you were capable of making. It turned him on so much, seeing you in so much pleasure. His hips at this point were humping his bed rapidly to simulate how he wanted to fuck you

“Oh fuck dadd- oh” you clasped your hand over your mouth from the slip up

Your boyfriend stopped his actions and you were worried that you had just screwed everything else

“Say that again princess”

“Huh?”

“I said. Say. That. Again” he growled

“Daddy?”

“Oh fuck yes princess say it again”

As he stared into your eyes, his face lowered back down to stick his tongue back into your soaking hole

“Ah shit daddy!”

“Again!”

“Daddy!”

“Fucking yes princess. Carry on calling for daddy. Give me your hands. Whenever you feel something really good, push daddy’s head into your cunt” and with that, he went back to torturing your pussy with his mouth

Whenever he sucked on your clit, you tugged at his roots and raised your hips to grind yourself onto his perfect face. You planted your feet flat onto his bed to hump up onto him even more. Your boyfriend’s eyes rolled to the back of his head with each roll of your hips. It turned him on so much that he was giving you so much pleasure that you have never received from anyone.

A sudden feeling of possessiveness overcame him as he had a small thought of you ever being with someone else. So your poor self was lifted so your shoulders remained on the bed and your legs were hooked over Heeseung’s broad shoulders and he got on his knees. Your hips were completely lifted off the bed so he towered over you with your pussy still in his face.

“I promise you baby, I am going to make love to you everyday for the rest of your life.”

He carried on eating you out and slurping your pussy and in all honesty, he was getting more pleasure from it than you

You felt your orgasm coming and you panicked from the overwhelming feeling

“Wait baby! I think I’m going to cum”

“Ok princess, cum all over my face” he moaned into your centre

“No it’s ok you can stop! That’s dirty!” You screamed

He lowered you back onto the bed and you though he was going to stop, but he layed back down and carried on sucking your clit

“Fucking cum baby. You’ve been holding me back from tasting your sweet cum for too long and there’s no way you’ll take it away from me again. Now give me your cum NOW!”

You had no choice but to grab onto the back of his head and hump his face vigorously till you finally creamed all over his mouth

He whispered about how amazing you tasted as he pecked all over your pussy. Your legs were shaking from the overstimulation so you gently pushed his head away from your core

Seeing how dazed you were, he crawled up to kiss you softly and nuzzled your noses together

“Thank you baby, you tasted so good. How do you feel?” He whispered in your ear

“So good bubba. Thank you”

You started to catch you breath so you brought you hand to his throbbing cock which had been leaking onto your stomach. He hissed from your soft, tiny fingers wrapping around him. When you started to rub up and down, he choked on his moans

“Can I have a taste Hee?”

“You don’t have to baby”

“But I want to. Please daddy?” You pouted at him

How could he say no to that?

He sat with his back against the headboard and made himself comfortable as you situated yourself between his legs

“Take your time princess. Don’t push yourself too much ok?”

“I promise daddy. Could you help me?”

“Of course I can darling. Just give it a little lick. There you go”

You leaned down and gave his hard cock some kitten licks. When his moans get louder, you add in some kisses and small sucks as well to test how he’d react. And from the way he threw his head back, you could tell that you were doing something right.

You brought your hands up to help your mouth. As they ran up and down his shaft, you carried on sucking on him

“That feels so fucking good baby. Can you suck on the tip? And use you hand to rub on my balls. Oh fuck YES”

You did exactly as he asked and you swear you’ve never seen something so hot in your entire life. You now understood why your boyfriend got off from giving you pleasure as the sight of your boyfriend right now was enough to make you cream again

You dipped your tongue into his slit and he let out a moan you’d expect to only hear in porn. He launched forward from the headboard from the feeling, and swung back to throw his head back against the bed. Seeing this reaction, you got greedy and wanted to see more of it. So you puckered your lips to left a glob of spit dribble onto his fat cock and carried on sticking your tongue onto his tip. One hand jerked him off vigorously whilst the other fondled his heavy balls

“Baby! Baby! Fuck yes! Please suck my tip. Suck it!”

You wrapped your lips around his leaking red tip and sucked as hard as you could. He warned you that he was about to cum so your sucked harder and stroked him faster and faster till his load bursted into your mouth. You kept him in your mouth and took him in a bit more to suck up every drop of his cum

Never in a million years would your past self think about putting a guy’s dick in your mouth. But with your boyfriend, you were more than willing to swallow all of his hot cum as his legs twitched around you

Heeseung thought he had blacked out from the most mind boggling orgasm he had every experienced. It felt like he was seeing stars once the pleasure washed over him, and seeing that it was you who gave it to him made it feel like he was living in a dream. Despite the dirty act you just did, you looked so innocent and cute between his legs and he thought he could nut again just from that sight.

The two of you layed side by side and made out for about 20 minutes as he praised you for how well you did

“Did it feel good princess? I didn’t push you too much did I? I promise I wanted our first to be more romantic and slow but I just couldn’t resist you” his lips remained on yours as he spoke to you

“It was perfect bambi. But you still haven’t been inside me yet so we can still have our romantic first time together” you teased

You didn’t think that he still had any energy left in him but as soon as you said that, he jumped up to fish into his bedside table to get a condom from a new box

“Well aren’t you prepared handsome” you giggled as his fast hands struggled to take the plastic film off the box

“I’ve been waiting for this to happen for so long baby. I had to be prepared for whenever you were ready”

He looked so cute trying to enthusiastically get a condom out but his palms were too sweaty to get a hold of them. Seeing you giggle at him, he started whining

“Please help me baby! I can’t do it” he looked like a sad puppy from being frustrated

You took the box from him and opened the box with ease before taking a condom out and ripping the package open. He took the condom from you and swiftly slid it onto his hardened cock

“Are you ready for me princess? We’ll take it very slow” he pumped himself a few times whilst looking at you lovingly

You smiled back and gave him a firm nod. Now that he had your consent, he stuck his middle and ring fingers in his mouth and sucked on them before bringing them to rub around your entrance. A gasp left your lips as he pressed a digit in and slowly eased it into you. Given that you were already soaking wet, his fingers slipped into you with a slight stretch

“Do you ever finger yourself babygirl?”

“Yea”

“Really? What do you think about darling?”

“You”

He groaned at your response and curled his fingers up to find your g spot, making you gasp in shock

“Oh did I find your sweet spot baby? I bet your cute fingers are too tiny to find this spot aren’t they? Only daddy could ever make you feel like this. Tell me love, what do you imagine daddy doing to you?”

“Daddy fucks me till I cum all over him” you were too lost in pleasure to feel embarrassed about what you were confessing to your boyfriend. But your boyfriend thought it was the hottest thing he’s ever heard

“Yea? Do you want daddy to fuck you now? Have him stretch your tiny pussy with his thick, hard, throbbing cock”

“Yes please daddy. Fuck me”

He lined his tip up with your entrance and slowly rocked into you

“Tell me if it’s too much princess. I don’t ever want to hurt you” he stroked the apple of your cheek

You turned your head to kiss his palm and pulled him down by the neck to kiss him on the lips

“It’s ok I trust you. Just keep going”

He fucked you nice and slow, making sure to angle his hips perfectly to hit your spot. Your mouths hung open as you let out breathy moans.

“Please go harder Hee” you begged

“Anything for you princess”

His hips snapped harder and his tip hit deeper than thought was already possible. He felt like he was on cloud 9 right now. Seeing his angel moan for him and receiving pleasure from him. With his past hookups, he was never vocal. It was one thing that the past girls complained about. But with you, he couldn’t contain that pornographic sounds from coming out. Your tightness made him feel so overwhelmed with pleasure he’s never experienced before. He was sure his neighbours would be able to hear him moan out for you with the volume he was moaning at. But he didn’t care at all

Feeling the need to suck your tits, he flipped you so you could ride him at your own pace

“Come on baby, ride me. Use me any way you want”

You moved your hips at a pace that had you both almost in tears from how good it felt. He lips were like magnets onto your breasts as he slobbered all over them. His wondering hands went down to your ass and spread your cheeks apart. You gasped when you felt a light pressure on your puckered rim

“Oho does baby like that? Does baby want daddy to play with her little hole? Trust me baby, daddy wants nothing more than to kiss and lick all over your cute asshole but we can try that next time ok? I still need to stretch out your perfect pussy before we get to your other hole”

The filthy words coming out of his mouth pushed you closer to the edge. So you started to speed up your hips and the closeness of your bodies caused you to grind your clit onto his pelvis. Your eyes rolled back and Heeseung swore that he was going to cum just from that

You carried on riding him till you both reached your climax. He grabbed your faced and smashed his lips onto yours to swallow your moans as you milked each other’s orgasms. You hugged each other close and rocked on him, wishing the feeling could last longer

The kisses carried on for a few more minutes as your orgasms die down. His delicate fingers stroked your spine to calm you down and he pressed kisses wherever he could reach. The ticklish feeling made you giggle and it warmed his heart. God you were absolutely perfect for him

He helped you off him and threw his condom away before getting a bath ready for the two of you. You were pampered by him for the rest of the night and it ended with the two of you cuddled up in his bed, admiring each other’s faces

“Such a good baby. I love you so much” his eyes never left your face as he rambled on about how much he loved you

“I love you more my bambi”

He laughed shyly at your response

“Not possible princess”

Author’s note: Once again tysm for sending in this request! I hope you all enjoyed it! Please feel free to leave requests in my inbox and I’ll try my best to get through them!

Thank you so much for taking the time to read through my work and I hope you look forward to more 🩵

[ronearoundblindly]

Your days were short, but packed full of work, which was strategic. Because by the time you got home, you were exhausted and ready to go straight to bed. And the sooner you got to bed, the sooner you could see Jake, your fiancé, in your dreams. That was the only place, these days, since he’d been away for weeks on a mission that popped up out of the blue. No contact, as per usual. Longer sleeps meant longer dreams with him, but when you walked through the door, tossing your keys down on the entryway table, you weren’t sure if you had somehow already drifted off when you heard the shower running. It was paired with two combat boots kicked off at the end of the hall, and a light humming drifting through the living room you were walking through quickly to verify your suspicions. He was really home.

I'm ready. Let's do this!!! (There is no shirtless-Jake gif and I am SAD.)

Warnings for oral (m receiving), because Lexi is thirsty for shower sex apparently, and some dirty talk (petname of 'babe'). MINORS DNI. There is plenty of all-ages content on my Light Masterlist, but this is not for everyone! WC 805

A high-pitched scream whistles over the fssst of running shower. It’s so subtle Jake doesn’t notice until the thud of front door hits a low note.

“Oh shit,” he mutters, racing to rinse shampoo from his hair and suds off his face.

He grabs the safety bar with a washcloth slung over it and then juts his hand past the curtain to clasp the towel rack, barely in time to brace for the onslaught.

“JAKIE!!!!!”

The plastic shower curtain and its castors are yanked aside, and you squeal in delight, hopping over the lip of the tub—fully-clothed,—throwing your arms around his neck.

One of his feet slips under the weight.

“Hey, babe,” he says into your shoulder of still-dry cotton.

You pull back and smile. At least, he’s fairly certain you’re smiling. You’re blurry, and he’s a bit blind without his glasses.

He can hear you whine just fine though. “Too long, Jake. Way too long.”

Your hands are petting down his naked body, so Jake keeps holding onto the bars for dear life, trying not to eat shit on the slick floor. You continue anyway, fingertips tracing his abs, the cut of his hip, the happy trail he trimmed less than ten minutes ago.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I’m sorry for—“ he giggles when you pinch at the tender spot on his side “—got, I mean, we got waylaid. The team…hi."

You wiggle closer, soaked through now, leaning into him and peering up through your lashes.

A goofy grin stretches across his face. "Hi there, cutie.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” you whisper, waiting for his nod. “I love you, but I don’t care. No team talk. No tech talk. Just be home, okay?”

Jake groans obscenely when your hand wraps around his length.

You maintain glassy eye contact. “Been dreaming about this. You miss me, too, big guy? Huh? Ready to come home?”

“Ah fuuuck,” he grunts. “Yes. So ready. Shit…”

It has been too long. Jake climbs so high so fast, he’s dizzy, watching you sink to your knees and take his rapidly hardening cock into your mouth.

“Babe, not gonna—uhnn, Jesus—not gonna last.”

And that was before your other hand started gently rolling his balls!

You can’t judge him for this, right? It’s reasonable he blows his load in three minutes flat when he’s been waiting to fuck you for weeks, isn't it? He even planned to rub one out in the shower to prepare, but here you are, eager and sucking him so perfectly.

You pop off of the head of his dick only for a moment.

“Show me how much you missed me.”

The words are a fierce challenge he’s all-too-willing to accept, so he all but begs for your touch again, one hand finally leaving the towel rack to cup the back of your neck.

“Close,” he gasps. “Just like that.”

Jake’s had his share of dreams, too. None of them hold a candle to the real thing. The feel of your skin beneath his fingers, the tap of your nose to his pubes as you take him as deep as you can, the vibration of a pleasured hums from behind your tongue while you lick patterns along the underside of his cock; he’s done for.

He manages only ascending “oh Oh OH”s in lieu of a coherent warning, but to his sweet lady, it’s obvious. His hips fuck forward that tiny bit more, and Jake curls his torso in ecstasy, clenching his grip into your hair for a split-second before relaxing.

His long, devastating moan starts just as the first spurt of cum hits your lips.

His thighs shake while Jake babbles how much he loves you. He can’t help but get sappy when you make him feel so amazing, giving him this attention and devotion and, yeah, being a horny gremlin like he is.

“You’re so perfect,” he breathes, finished at last, home at last.

You turn in the stream of water, spitting down the drain.

Jake helps you stand and hurries to get your wet clothes off only to haul you flush to his body and kiss you.

He’s soft with these, lazy and unhurried, nuzzling your cheek, capturing you over and over for kisses that say ‘I missed you,’ ‘I love you,’ and ‘I need you.’ He hums happily when your hands stop roaming his back and begin playing with his hair.

You’re imitating how he spikes it with product, gently tugging at the frosted tips.

He lets you go to stand under the water he fears might go cold soon.

“Am I beautiful?” Jake preens, his own hands notching at your waist and squeezing instinctively.

He knows how to make you laugh just as much as you know how to make him laugh. Equally, he knows how to make you come, too.

“Alright, dirty girl, how am I repaying the favor?”

[Main Masterlist; Jake Jensen Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

A/N: no clue whether this is any good. might be stunted. might come back to edit it. maybe. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller 90s AU: Lily's Rental

This came to me in a dream. I don't know how much of it I'm going to write, but I love the late 90s as a setting and couldn't resist.

Masterlist

tw: hypnosis, kidnapping

September 12, 1998

Lisa shook her can of Mountain Dew, dismayed that there didn't seem to be any more in it. She'd had three sodas tonight and was still struggling to stay awake.

She was working the late shift at the video store again, and she was really more bored than she was tired, the endless preview reel playing on the TV above her head doing little to hold her attention. She'd grown tired of the book she brought with her, she'd already restocked the candy and cleaned out the returns, and as she lived in a city that very much slept, there weren't a lot of customers so late on a weeknight.

Maybe no one would notice if she rested her head on the counter for just a few minutes and…

The sound of the door sliding open had her jerking back awake. "Welcome to Blockbuster, can I help you find anything?" she said on instinct.

"Well, you're a helpful one!" said the customer in an annoyingly cloying voice. "But we're just looking to browse the movies. Don't mind us."

She was wearing a floral sundress and tights, and looked a little too put-together for someone looking to rent a video at 11:40pm on a Tuesday. Trailing behind her was a man with a purple flannel shirt, a long blonde ponytail, and sunglasses perched on his head for some reason.

Far from the strangest people she saw in this job, of course.

"I'm feeling something with a lot of action," said the man as he walked deeper into the store. "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking of -- ooh, no one told me Titanic was out on video!" The woman had stopped in front of the cardboard Titanic standee, apparently having lived under a rock until today.

"Did you somehow miss the nonstop ads on TV?" said the man, echoing Lisa's thoughts.

"I don't have time to watch that much TV. Some of us work for a living, you know," she said. "We have to rent this."

"Isn't it supposed to be four hours long? You know my attention span sucks."

"It'll be fine. I'll let you know when the interesting parts are happening."

Normally Lisa would mind her own business and not be especially interested in the usual chitchat of customers picking out movies, but right now it was the only thing keeping her alert. She idly flipped through a catalog as they talked.

The man picked up one of the many rental copies of Titanic and flipped it in his hands, a dubious look on his face. "I guess. And Lex might like it, he loves tragedy. It's cute when he's trying not to cry."

"I don't know, does Lex watch movies with color? You might blow his mind."

"I'm pretty sure he's still getting used to talkies."

"Anyway, I'm definitely getting this," said the woman. "And I think there's something else I'd like to take with me…"

Her tone of voice was a little strange. Lisa's brows furrowed in confusion as she pretended to be interested in winter fashion.

"Oh, right," the man said. "Brian wanted some video game. Ah, shit, what was it? I should've written it down. Final something."

"That's not what I'm talking about. Come on, Fitz, I want to show you something."

The two disappeared behind the rack of horror movies, their voices too low for Lisa to hear what they were saying. She was starting to get uneasy now. They were probably planning to shoplift, which was not at all the kind of excitement she was hoping for. Lisa ran her hand over the panic button on the underside of the counter, just in case.

The two split up and seemed to be browsing the movies. Lisa was keeping her eye on the man -- Fitz, what a goofy name -- who was over by the video game rentals, watching if he tried to slip one under his shirt. At the moment, he was staring at the video games as though they were some puzzle he needed to solve. This guy really didn't seem clever enough to get past our security, so maybe he was a distraction while --

"Hello, I had a question!" said the woman cheerfully. She had walked up to the front desk without Lisa even noticing, because she was too focused on the other customer.

It was probably part of their scheme -- the woman would distract the clerk, while the man stole video games. Lisa made a point of keeping her eye on Fitz while talking to her. "Sure, what do you need?"

"I was wondering if you have any good movies to help me sleep at night. Something calm… relaxing…" She yawned, and Lisa had to fight not to yawn along with her. "I have a hard time sleeping, and I take medicine that makes me so drowsy, so I could really use videos that will help me sleep."

"Um…" Lisa blinked slowly, feeling like her head was stuffed full of cotton. "We have some, um… some nature videos. Over there in the nature video section. Those are relaxing." God, she was way too fucking tired for this. She couldn't even think straight.

"Nature videos do sound relaxing. So, so relaxing." The woman's voice was very soothing, and her eyes were soothing too. "I think I might be able to fall asleep to a video of rain or waterfalls. Do you have anything else that would help me sleep? I get so tired this late at night."

Lisa yawned wide, and as oxygen hit her brain, she realized that she was being super unprofessional (not that she would get in trouble or anything) and that she had completely lost track of Fitz. Instead, she was gazing into this stranger's eyes, like that was a normal thing to do. "Well… uh…" she said, trying to tear herself away. "I think we probably have… like, lullaby videos for babies? In the kid videos. And we probably have some meditation videos over in the self-help section."

"Lullabies sound perfect," said the woman, a comforting smile on her face that made Lisa feel warm inside. "Lullabies are perfect when it's time for you to go to sleep. Don't you think so, Fitz?"

"I think you're right, Lily."

Lisa's hand was grasped by hands that were cold but incredibly soft. She realized that Fitz had also come up to the front desk, and was holding her hand for some bizarre reason. Before her sluggish thoughts could catch up to her and she could try to pull away, he began to rub a slow circle into her palm, and Lisa…

…just couldn't…

"There we go, sweet girl. You're so tired, aren't you? Tired and sleepy," said the woman. Lily.

"Mmm, she looks so drowsy. Like she could nod off at any second," Fitz agreed, as he stroked the palm of her hand so gently, a motion that seemed to steal away her focus and muddle her thoughts.

"Drowsy and docile. You'll be drowsy and docile for me, won't you?"

Fitz used his other hand to run his fingers down her jaw and tip her chin into his gaze. "You heard her. Drowsy and docile. Isn't that right?"

Lisa felt herself nod slowly. "Drowsy… and docile…" she said, her voice sounding like it was coming from a million miles away.

This wasn't right. There were alarms going off in the back of her mind, warning her of the danger. They were going to rob her. She was going to be in so much trouble. Why was she acting like this? Why couldn't she wake herself up?

"Shhh, shhh, just relax, dear," said Lily. "Everything's just fine. You're tired, aren't you? You just want to sleep."

"Go to sleep." Fitz's fingers traced down her neck. "Just go to sleep."

"I… I don't…" Lisa's vision was blurring, the buzzing fluorescent lights slipping in and out of her mind as her eyes began to close.

"It's okay, dear. Just have a little nap. You're safe with us. You can sleep."

"You look so, so tired. You want to shut those eyelids, don't you?"

"You do. You want to shut those heavy eyelids and go to sleep. It's time to sleep, dear. Sleep…"

Lisa, making a last ditch effort to resist whatever was happening here, pulled open her leaden eyelids. The new releases shelf was at an angle -- no, her head was tipped over, almost sinking onto the counter. Why couldn't she snap out of it, stay awake? It all felt like a dream -- not even the strangest dream she'd had about the shop.

"Poor sleepy girl," Lily whispered in her ear. "You're going to fall asleep now, all right? No more resisting, no more fighting, just a comfortable deep sleep."

The drowsiness was pouring into her from her hand and face where Fitz was touching her, like she was being drugged. Her thoughts strayed briefly to the panic button under the counter before her eyes shut and she slumped over completely. She just couldn't seem to stop herself from falling asleep…

"I've got her." Hands wrapped around Lisa's waist, and Fitz's voice was much closer now. "I can see why you wanted to take her. She smells delicious."

"I know good merchandise when I see it," said Lily.

Delicious? Merchandise? Lisa tried to stir.

"Shh, don't worry about it," said Lily, brushing hair out of Lisa's face. "Sleep tight. Pleasant dreams."

Lisa could feel herself being lifted in the air and carried, but she was too much asleep to protest or do anything about it.

"So I'm guessing we're taking her to the auction house, then?" said Fitz. "D'you think the Blockbuster's going to charge us a late fee if we don't return her?"

"Very funny, and yes, let's take her to the auction house. We can run a background check to make sure we haven't picked up anything too dangerous. I'm thinking she's going to fetch a nice payday," said Lily. "Oh, is this the video game your thrall wanted?"

"Hell if I know, but it's probably close enough. Could you grab that for me? Thanks."

Cool night air hit Lisa's face, waking her up just slightly as she realized she must be outside. Someone needs to close up the shop, she thought in a bleary daze. She heard a car door open.

"Stay with her in the back and keep her asleep, okay?"

"You're better at keeping thralls asleep. Are you sure you don't want to do it?"

"No, because I'm also better at driving. It'll be easier to keep her calm if we don't have you slamming the brakes and pounding the horn --"

"Oh c'mon, I only do that to people who deserve it."

The next thing Lisa knew, she was laying down. Her legs were only halfway on the seat and her head was in someone's lap. A chilled hand stroked her forehead and combed through her hair, and Lisa couldn't help but sink into it, losing herself.

"…could just take her home, you know."

"…don't think she's…"

"…don't you think she'd be a good match for…"

"…but she'd be worth…"

The voices slowly faded away as Lisa slipped deeper into slumber.

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TDP S7E9 Rewatch (feat. my commentary)

Last one for the road, and it’s another long one!

Kosmo’s prophecy is so creepy, I love it

Do you think when our heroes got back to Katolis and explained everything to Aanya she had a massive “I told you so” moment with Ezran about Aaravos baiting him?

If I remember correctly, it’s canon that Avizandum could travel through lightning bolts, so it makes sense that Zym can also do that. I just wish it’d been hinted earlier in the show itself. I’m sure many people are confused as to how Zym suddenly gained the power to transport himself halfway across the continent

Fun fact, I also headcanon this as the moment Zym unlocked his ability to speak (he just had more important things to worry about than choosing his first words)

When I was first watching this, I kept saying “just do it, come onnnn, no more chit-chat, time to save the world!” It’s safe to say my feelings haven’t changed much since then.

Claudia the last two episodes: do a cool magic trick to stop someone from hurting Aaravos, then get hit out of the sky and knocked unconscious

This was such a powerful moment for Rayla and Callum, you can see how heartbroken they are that the other is being forced to sacrifice their principles to save the world

Aaravos is rightfully smug. He knows that he’ll find a way out. It just takes time – time that he has in abundance and the heroes have in short supply

Hey Sparklepuff! Your role in S7 was limited to this one thing and your depth exists primarily in subtext, but I’m glad you’re here sweetheart

A minor change I’d make to this scene, is that I’d show Avizandum actively fighting the control Aaravos has on him (even if it’s just in the background). I’d show that Zubeia’s words had at least some effect on him before we get that out-of-nowhere attack

Callum fails to complete the spell, but the exertion of attempting it is what gave him that streak of white. I actually kinda like that! We saw that successfully coining Kpp’Ar completely altered Viren’s features, so it makes sense that a dark magic spell that potent would still alter you, even when it’s unfinished

Aaravos knows he’s going to die, so he sends Claudia away to avoid the nova. It’s sort of sweet…in a deeply toxic way?

Pleasantly surprised that Stella can manipulate portals she didn’t make herself. I hope we see that again later

Ah the infamous “I got you” “I know” Yeah, well I know what you are

From the waist up Aaravos getting dragged into the air looks really good…the waist down looks a little goofy. Look at how he’s kicking his legs like a toddler in swimming lessons!

I wish there’d been some verbal communication between the dragons? I don’t know, maybe Zubeia yelling “We need to get higher up, further away, my love. Domina! Shield them!” It’d go a long way to help explain what’s going on without breaking the tension of the scene

Crazy that they just had to drop the staff to destroy the orb. Do you think it would’ve exploded in one minute if Aaravos hadn’t died and exploded everything anyway?

Soren saying “I don’t know…” is gut wrenching (because it’s true, he doesn’t know if he could go through with it), and Claudia deciding not to go through with killing him either because “I’m still nice!” is equally as gut wrenching

Domina! You finally spoke!

Oh, I could spot Aaravos crying as he died, that’s cool! I didn’t notice that before

I loved the nova. The music was great, the emotions were fraught, the sacrifices were satisfying, the consequences are real and significant

Putting the archdragons memorial in the Valley of Graves is a wonderful nod to the initial conflict of S4, complete with Corvus performing on his cello

Broyals! My boys are repairing their relationship! Good for them!

I recognised Dante’s voice immediately my first watch through, and I’m not gonna lie. I had to pause the show and walk a lap of my entire home just to process it. I’m equally annoyed (in a good way) and ecstatic that they got Dante of all people to voice Zym

One last case of Sorvus banter for the road

Quickfire notes on the city ceremony: Gus is a fitting name for the big mushroom, the Crow Lord is BEAUTIFUL, there are also so many other very beautifully painted background characters that I desperately want a dating sim of, Lujanne’s on her feet again, Miyana has twins (good for her), Nyx and Villads are still bickering, Kosmo and Astrid were reunited at some point, and Evrkynd is the corniest name ever (are they going for ‘every kind’ or ‘forever kind’?)

Oh boy Terry and Soren with their shared Claudia trauma

I don’t know if it’s an animation error or a purposeful decision, but Claudia’s hair is back to being 1/4 black

Runaan’s speech is incredible and Jonathan’s performance was spectacular. It’s the summation of so many arcs on so many levels: Runaan himself, but also the Moonfam and Xadia as a whole. Each character we see reacts to what Runaan says differently in ways that make sense for them!

“I don’t know how, but I have to try” Sasha delivered that line wonderfully, filled with so much emotion. If I weren’t already tearing up from Runaan’s speech, I would be now

Ezran and Rayla! My children are also repairing their relationship! Good for them!

Oh boy…the Harrow thing. I have thoughts, but I’ll get into them at the end. For now, all I’ll say is the first time I watched S7, I had to take another lap around the house to process this revelation too

Pyrrah getting her own bowl of coffee was so cute

THE CUBE THE CUBE THE FREAKING CUBE…I’m normal I swear, it’s just we haven’t seen anything of it this entire season

This little present Callum orchestrated for Rayla is so sweet it’s rotting my teeth

I’m paused on the flickering of the Leola’s Last Wish star just before it turns into her constellation. I know what’s coming, I almost cried the first time and I’m pretty sure it’ll happen this time too.

Yep. I’m tearing up again.

Leola’s Last Wish is so, so, so important. It’s the core of the whole show. For better or worse, almost everything happened the way it did because of love. Leola with Aaravos, Callum and Ezran with Damian, Sarai and Harrow, Claudia and Soren with Viren and Lissa, Rayla with Runaan, Ethari, Tiadrin and Lain, Zym with Zubeia and Avizandum. And that’s just the parent-child relationships! There’s also love between siblings, friends, and romantic partners! Leola wishes more than anything that you know you’re loved, and that message hits hard for a lot of people regardless of their age.

It's not very often that a kids show ends like this. Normally there’s a joyful swelling in the orchestration, a big fireworks spectacular, a fun dance or party, or a final scene that entices you to want more (looking at you, S3). But this is soft, quiet, and intimate. I love this ending.

Overall thoughts:

This episode has so much that I adore. It’s definitely one of my favourites, although I mightn’t classify it as a ‘rewatch’ episode because of how emotionally fraught it continues to make me. The animation is consistent, the emotional beats hit hard, and the show tries its best to wrap up as many character arcs as it can in under 30 minutes. That said, it leaves a lot of threads hanging in a way that bothers me slightly because of how uncertain TDP’s future is.

The biggest one for me is by far, Harrow. I wish we’d been given more of a set-up for that reveal in the last two seasons (I think S5 was the last time I gave Pip a second thought). Surely we could’ve had a line from Viren in S6 where he says to Soren “I have no right to ask this of you, but please tell me when King Ezran returns. I have one last confession to make.” Because if he swapped Harrow and Pip, surely he’d try to tell someone that the King isn’t dead when he returned to Katolis for punishment?

More than anything, I’m intrigued by what the plan is for Arc 3. The world has been irrevocably changed by events from the last two and a half years. Peace has been restored, Katolis castle is burned to the ground, a new city-state is being built on the border, all the archdragons are dead besides Zym (who is now King?), Claudia escaped, and everyone is preparing for Aaravos’ return. And that’s not even getting started on what could happen in the timeskip between S7 and S8!

With all that being said, thank you so much to the creative team behind The Dragon Prince. This journey has been a wild ride, and I hope you enjoyed making the show as much as I loved watching it. There was incredible animation, incredible music, incredible writing, and incredible acting; and I wish all of you the very best in your other endeavours (until Arc 3 is announced please please pretty please Netflix).

[untilwedont]

Reassurance

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Kook!Male!Reader

Genre; Angst to fluff

Summary: The reader's been down lately and has been talking bad about himself. JJ notices and reassures the reader he's completely perfect.

Warnings: Insecure reader, implied smut towards the end, jj being goofy, not proofread

You hated yourself and that was that. If somehow the Lord gave you a chance to literally reincarnate as anything else, you would. Sure, you had a nice home, lots of money, but that meant nothing to you. Your family was a hot mess to say the least. The only person keeping you from completely drowning in your sorrows was your boyfriend JJ.

He seemed to have been the only one that actually understood you and didn't use you for some occasional sex like every other guy in your life has done. But still, as much as you loved him, you kept the insecurities you had to yourself, just like you've done for your whole life.

You simply feared he'd use your insecurities against you one day, argument or not.

So there you were in your room, picking aparts the things you hate about yourself in the mirror, just as you did every day. First it was your legs, then nose, then body, and it just kept going. The more you looked at yourself, the more you wondered if JJ really loved you, or if he just looked at you as a joke.

You stood in the mirror shirtless, running your hands through your torso, then hips, you were so lost in judging yourself that you hadn't realized your window began to open. In came your blonde haired boyfriend, "Heya babe, miss me?" You snapped out of your trance and turned around to see your beloved boyfriend.

Shit, how were you gonna explain yourself this time?

"Woah, did I walk in on something? I mean if you wanna have sex right now, we can. You know I'm practically the sex god." He smiled with a goofy grin. "Oh, no.. er- I'm fine. Was just changing my shirt." You tried your best to sound like your usual self, but JJ knew something was wrong.. somehow

Maybe it was couples gut, but by your tone he knew something was off. "Hmmm, I don't think so babe. Somethings wrong, what's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong, J. I'm feeling great." You spoke, walking towards your bed and sitting on it, still shirtless. "A-Ah baby, tell me what's wrong. I won't take 'I'm fine' for an answer." You were silent for a moment, "Do you think I'm unattractive?" You blurted out. JJ was taken back by the question.

"What? Of course babe. I think your the handsomest guy on the planet. Why, is something wrong?" He placed his hand on your thigh, slightly rubbing it with his thumb.

"Really? I mean just look at me. My nose is too big, my body looks weird, not to mention my face is just... weird." Tears began to water your eyes as you forced yourself not to let those tears spill.

"Okay, babe, you gotta stop. Nothing's wrong with you, okay? Your nose is a perfect size, your body is immaculate, and your face is beautiful. So don't call yourself unattractive when you aren't, alright? I love you. I mean I'd literally die for you M/N." He placed his hand on your cheek and moved your head to face him. You looked into his blue eyes and smiled slightly.

"I love you so much J." You softly spoke and moved your head closer to his, placing your lips onto his soft ones.

What was supposed to be just a soft kiss turned into a heated makeout session. Your hands raveled in his soft, blonde hair as his hands explored your topless body. JJ's lips left yours so a moment and he spoke

"Let me show you how handsome you are to me."

[hayhenna]

Get a Room - Part 2

_a shanks x buggy fic_

Get a room part 1

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A few days had passed since the crew had collectively gathered the courage to kindly ask Shanks to tone down the public displays of affection between him and Buggy. The Red-Haired Captain, ever the charismatic leader, listened to their concerns. After all, they needed to focus on training and preparing for an important meeting. Shanks reluctantly agreed to dial it back, at least for the time being. 

That night, as the ship rocked gently on the waves, Shanks lay in bed with Buggy, their limbs lazily tangled under the soft sheets. The room was dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the small window, casting a soft glow over their bare skin. Shanks sighed deeply, his fingers brushing absentmindedly against Buggy's freckled cheek. 

"Buggy," Shanks began, his tone soft but serious, "just for tomorrow, could you give me some space to finish a few things I’ve been procrastinating on? I’ve been putting them off, and it’s starting to catch up with me.”

Buggy raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a mischievous smirk. "Procrastination? Shit, that’s me now, huh?" he teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Shanks chuckled, shaking his head. “No, definitely not. But I have this map to finish—details to check—and it’s going to take me the whole afternoon. So, please, let’s not let the crew see us together for a few hours while I focus on getting this done.”

Buggy feigned reluctance, crossing his arms dramatically. "Oh, fine. If you’re asking me all sweet like that…" He paused, his grin turning devilish. "But I won’t promise to behave entirely."

Shanks couldn’t help but laugh, his chest shaking as he pulled Buggy into a tight hug. “Thanks, Bugs. You’re the best. I love you,” he said, his face splitting into a goofy, heartfelt grin.

“Yeah, yeah," Buggy muttered, though his lips twitched with the ghost of a smile. "Don’t get all sappy on me.”

---

The next morning, Shanks joined his crew for breakfast, walking into the dining hall alone for the first time in weeks. The crew exchanged surprised glances as their captain took his usual seat.

“All good, Captain?” Yassop asked, raising an eyebrow.

Shanks grinned. “Buggy’s still sleeping. I needed to get that map finished,” he explained casually, though the absence of his usual shadow was glaringly obvious.

The crew began to eat, chatting amongst themselves, when suddenly, Shanks’ coat—which had been hung on the chair—slid to the floor. One of the men bent down to pick it up but froze in place. “Uh… Captain?” he said, pointing at the coat as it began to float mid-air.

“What the hell?!” someone else shouted as the coat flew across the room. It hovered for a moment before Buggy’s disembodied head and arms emerged from the folds, his face twisted into a maniacal grin.

“Boo!” Buggy yelled, sending half the crew scrambling back with startled yelps.

“Buggy!” Shanks groaned, though his eyes twinkled with amusement. “You scared them half to death!”

“Good! You all looked like you needed some excitement!” Buggy shot back, laughing.

 

After breakfast, Shanks pulled Ben Beckman aside to discuss some business, leaning against the railing of the deck with a map in one hand. The two were deep in conversation when a pair of familiar floating hands appeared out of nowhere, hovering by Shanks' shoulder.

“Ah, Buggy…” Shanks muttered with a fond chuckle as one of the hands began caressing his face, tracing his jawline gently. “Guess he’s already on to something.”

Ben raised an eyebrow, watching the scene unfold with barely concealed amusement. The hands moved lower, brushing across Shanks’ chest and tracing the fine lines of his muscles through the loose fabric of his shirt.

“At least he’s being cute about it,” Shanks remarked, trying to stay focused on his conversation.

But then the hands became more mischievous. One gave his nipple a firm poke, and the other trailed lower, pinching his thigh. Shanks flinched, his composure slipping.

“Buggy,” he muttered under his breath, his face turning red.

Before he could react, one of the hands boldly grabbed his firm butt, giving it a playful squeeze. Shanks jumped, swatting at the air with his free hand as his face turned a deeper shade of crimson.

“Buggy! Knock it off!” he hissed, twisting around in a vain attempt to catch the floating hands.

Ben, ever the stoic, turned away to cover his face, though his shoulders shook with barely-contained laughter. “I’ll leave you to handle… this,” he said dryly.

Shanks sighed, waving off his first mate’s teasing as he finally managed to bat one of the hands away. “Sorry. Buggy’s just bored. I’ll get working on that map before he finds something worse to do.”

As the hands floated off, presumably back to their owner, Shanks shook his head with a grin. “I really do love him, but sometimes…”

Ben smirked knowingly. “Sometimes, love makes fools of us all.”

Buggy wasn’t done. Throughout the afternoon, he used his Chop-Chop powers to trip crew members, hide their belongings, and make random objects float ominously. By the time the afternoon rolled around, the crew was collectively exhausted from his antics.

Yassop leaned against a barrel, shaking his head with a weary smile. “Well, I guess this is better than listening to those two smooch and moan all day.”

Lime Juice snorted. “Agreed. Maybe we’ve been too hard on him. Let’s bring them a drink. Might calm him down.”

The two headed towards Buggy’s quarters, cheerful as they carried a pair of drinks. But as they entered the room, their smiles vanished. 

“Buggy, we brought you—AHHHHHH!” Both men screamed as they stumbled back, horrified. Buggy’s headless body lay sprawled on the floor, several knives embedded in his chest. Blood appeared to pool beneath him, the metallic scent thick in the air.

“HELP! HELP!” Yassop shouted, bolting from the room. Lime Juice was right on his heels, pale as a sheet.

Hearing the commotion, Ben Beckman rushed to Shanks’ quarters, banging on the door. “Captain! It’s Buggy—he’s—”

“Not now!” Shanks’ voice called from within, muffled but frantic.

“Captain, open the door! This is an emergency!”

“No— *don’t come in!*” Shanks’ tone was strained, almost pleading.

Ignoring the warning, Yassop kicked the door open. “Captain, Buggy’s—” He froze mid-sentence.

There was Shanks, sitting at his desk, papers spread out in front of him. He was almost lying on the table, breathing frantically, his arm stretched out with his fist repeatedly hitting the surface of the desk. His fingers twitched, alternating between clenching into a fist and splaying out flat, as if silently pleading for it to stop. His face was flushed, his eyes wide with panic. But it wasn’t the map that drew their attention—it was the unmistakable slurping sound from beneath the table, followed by a loud *pop.*  

“WHAAAAAT—” Yassop started, but the look on Shanks’ face silenced him. The captain buried his face in his hand, groaning in utter humiliation as the crew awkwardly backed out of the room, closing the door as quietly as possible.

The moment the door clicked, Buggy’s loud, gleeful laughter echoed from inside. “Your *stupid* crew almost caught us! Bwahaha!”

“Shut up, Buggy!” Shanks hissed. “They’ll hear you!”

---

Back in the kitchen, Yassop poured himself a drink with shaking hands. “We… we need to stop worrying about that clown.”

“Agreed,” Lime Juice muttered, downing his own drink in one gulp. “Let’s just pretend we saw nothing.”

And with that, the crew resolved to leave their captain and his chaotic lover to their own devices—whatever those may be.

-----

End ?

[pianokantzart]

Yes please. The first scene of The Mario Brothers sets the tone for their relationship so well, and I’m so glad it carries through the entire film.  Most of the screenshots taken from this posted clip: X

I ADORE THAT THE FIRST SHOT OF THEM IN THE MOVIE IS THEM SIDE HUGGING EACH OTHER. They’re just standing there in front of the television, watching their commercial, two goobers barely able to contain the excitement of what they’ve accomplished together.

The commercial ends, and immediately they start showering each other with complements while teasing each other. “Wow! You were great!” Mario shouts while slapping Luigi’s cap over his eyes.  “I was great? Are you kidding me!? You were great!” Luigi shouts back as he playfully jabs at his brother’s stomach. 

While they’re both proud of the commercial, Mario expresses some minor worries. He says “I’m so glad we spent our life savings on this commercial” as though he was having doubts before, and wonders if the goofy Italian accent was too over the top. But Luigi is fully optimistic, describing their ad as not just some commercial, but true “cinema.” He is about to reassure Mario about the accents too, when the Giuseppe... who naturally has that same goofy over-the-top accent... chimes in to voice his support.

“Well well well...” Then a new voice joins the conversation, and the moment Mario and Luigi hear it the mood changes. Both brothers tense up and turn to look.

In an instant, their instinctual reaction is “Ah fuck, not this guy.” “...If it isn’t Brooklyn’s favorite failures, The Stupid Mario Brothers.”

“Oh great, Spike’s here.” Luigi’s comment is one of passive annoyance. He stays behind his brother, his body language anxious and anticipatory, his expression looking more and more worried the closer he gets to Spike.

“Hey, Spike.” Mario, on the other hand, is assertive. He immediately walks over and stands confrontationally in front of his old boss, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Yeah. IT’S-A ME!” Spike retorts with an imitation of Mario’s put-on Italian accent and aggressively laughs in his face. He isn’t “annoying but well-meaning” the way Mario’s uncles are, he’s deliberately trying to get under his skin. Mario squints when Spike laughs a little too close for comfort, but otherwise holds his ground and maintains his composure.

Spike wipes a tear from his eye and switches gears from obnoxious mockery to cold belittling. “Tell me, have you even gotten one call since you left me to start your dumb company?”

So right off the bat we learn two things: 1. The Mario Brothers quit Spike’s business, and he’s bitter enough about it that he’s tracked their future endeavors and goes out of his way to make fun of them for it. Clearly there’s an issue of pride here– two little nothings quitting his business to try and make it on their own? Who do they think they are? 2. Mario, in return, is bitter enough about whatever happened while they worked for Spike that he takes the bait and gives Spike the time of day. Luigi looks like he would prefer to dip out of the situation altogether, but he does his best to support Mario when he thinks he’s got a leg up…

While Mario is still taking a breath to form his reply, Luigi summons the courage to step out from behind his brother, looking smug as he waves his cellphone around. “Actually, Spike, we have!”

Mario is excited for a moment until it’s revealed the phone call is from their mom. Luigi is proud enough of her support that he sincerely considers it a bragging point, happily clinging to his sibling all the while Mario is internally begging his brother to stfu.

Then, Luigi mic-drops the phone. It audibly shatters. Instant regret. Mario looks like he’s going to implode from embarrassment.

Spike, naturally, finds this hilarious. Giggling, he grabs a napkin, wipes the pizza grease off of his beard, and lobs the crumpled napkin at Luigi. “Good luck running a business with this idiot.”

With lightning-fast reflexes, Mario reaches out and catches the napkin before it hits its target. The music takes a dramatic shift as the mood of the conversation gets more serious.

“Say that again about my brother, and you’re gonna regret it.” At that point, it might have been smarter for Mario to just throw the napkin in the nearest bin and walk away, but Spike just made the mistake of going at Luigi. Nobody is allowed to treat him like that, not while Mario’s around.

Mario retaliates by throwing the napkin back in Spike’s face, hitting him square in the forehead. Spike does not take this lightly. Where Mario has a sense of basic dignity, Spike has an overinflated ego, and he won’t take even the smallest offense lying down. He rises to his feet, fists clenched, chest puffed, ready for a fight. “Oh yeah?”

Mario also looks ready to throw down, but rather than raise his fists his first priority is to press Luigi out of harm’s way. Luigi, in the meantime, looks terrified, stepping back and bracing himself, his already anxious body language tensing further. Both Mario and Luigi are startled when Spike actually follows through with getting physical, snatching Mario by the overall straps and lifting him up off the ground.

“Get this through your tiny brain Mario: You’re a joke! and you always will be.” Mario doesn’t fight or argue, he just squints as Spike talks uncomfortably close to his face like he’s trying to goad him into throwing the first punch. Mario does not take the bait, and does not give Spike the satisfaction of any reaction at all. When it comes to petty insults like this, he can take them like a champ.

Luigi is shocked into a standstill. His gaze rapidly flicks back and forth between Spike and Mario. He has no idea what to do, he’s just worried about his brother in every sense of the word, taken aback by both the vitriolic comment and threat of an actual fight.

Spike, after getting the final word in, throws Mario to the ground. Luigi drops to his knees and holds out his hands to help his older brother up, but Mario recovers himself before Luigi can assist.

Luigi looks far more hurt by Spike’s insult than Mario, and seems to be calculating what their options are if things escalate any further. Mario holds what little ground he has, staring defiantly up with his hands clenched, as if he’s daring Spike to try something.

Luckily, things simmer down. Spike proudly dusts off his hands and heads toward the door, taking a moment to leave money on the table. He’s an asshat and a blowhard, but he still plays by society’s rules. He doesn’t dine and dash, and he’s not going to carry a confrontation further than he feels he needs to, especially not in a public restaurant. Spike has the potential to win this fight, but at the end of the day he has a business to run.

Despite having been dropped flat on his back, Mario is the first to get up. He straightens his cap and dusts himself off, staring daggers at his old employer’s back while Luigi rises to his feet and begins questioning his brother’s decision. “Are you insane!? He’s three times your size!”

Spike’s insult was cruel, but it clearly didn’t effect Mario too much. It’s more of the same ole same ole from him, and can’t be taken too seriously. Luigi is more concerned about the physical risks involved.

“Luigi, c’mon! I mean, you can’t be scared all the time.” To me, this comment doesn’t feel like Mario criticizing Luigi as much as it feels like Mario defending his own approach to life. Both him and Luigi are young (probably early 20s), little guys working in manual labor. They’re at the bottom of the totem pole, but Mario maintains his sense of pride. He’s eager to fight back against adversity and prove himself to the world, even if it means taking serious risks.

“Mmmm, you’d be surprised.” Luigi, in the meantime, has complete opposite approach when facing life’s challenges. He is not as good at rolling with the punches as Mario, and being very anxious and sensitive by nature, his way of getting along is by avoiding confrontation altogether. 

CONCLUSION: Mario’s strong drive pulls Luigi into situations that go against his instincts, but that’s for the better. If Mario hadn’t been there, Luigi definitely wouldn’t have attempted to talk back to Spike like that. Is he skilled at backtalk? Not in the least, but it’s the spirit of attempting to stand up for himself that counts. Mario gives Luigi room to be vaguely adventurous and assertive by providing protection, clearing the path, and making things easier for him whenever he can.  As a result, Luigi would follow Mario anywhere– and does, supporting him in all of his endeavors with full confidence. There is a reason why Charlie Day described Luigi as “die-hard loyal,” and for someone like Mario, who has gumption, big dreams, and a lot going against him, having someone at his side who sincerely supports and believes in him with all his heart is indispensable.

The beginning shows us a good example right off the bat of Luigi’s confidence regarding Mario’s dreams, and anxiety regarding outside threats. Meanwhile, we see glimpses of Mario’s anxiety regarding his own dreams, and confidence when facing outside threats. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: they really do balance each other out. 

[seokminded]

Recreating the scene ♡˚₊‧⁺

Requested by: @aaniag

Seokmin ✗ Paper rings

꒰☆꒱ Genre: childhood BFFs to lovers AU, fluff, slight humor?

꒰☆꒱ Warnings: confessions, slight swearing, a lil' crying, untimely jokes, mini smau included, lots of dialougue, cringe if you're a hater. Missed any lmk.

꒰☆꒱ Wc: 1003

What is it called when you have the uncontrollable urge to constantly be with someone? When you wanna hug them and maaaaybe kiss them? Keep them happy at all costs?

These were some of Seokmins recent thought trains.

He knew he loved you, but could it still be the platonic kind?

Little did he know that he wasn't the only one struggling with such brain rot.

You too spent a good amount of time every day wondering if you were attracted to him. You thought of all the times he made your heart pace up a little:

That one day he ran straight to you after winning the school soccer match.

Or maybe it was when you both were little and he made you a paper ring, promising to marry you one day.

Or was it the day he ki-

You were interrupted by a text message ping from your phone.

Weekly catch-up? Ah right, it was today, you'd almost let it slip from your mind.

Before you knew it, he was in your living room.

Both of you stashed away your nervousness by rambling on about what happened in the week and what happened at work, who said what, and who dissed whom. When the topic came to an end, you decided to steer the conversation.

"Min-ah."

"Hmm?"

"Remember that one time we were in the playground and you proposed to me?"

"I DID WHAT?!"

"Why is your memory so bad?"

"I really did that?! Maybe I was drunk?"

"SEOKMIN WE WERE 5! It was such a wholesome moment why can't you remember?"

This was when Seokmin saw an opening and decided to take a chance.

"I'm sorry! But I have an idea, let's recreate it."

"What do you m-"

"Shh! I'm going into character."

You were confused. What the hell did he mean recreate it? He just said he doesn't remember right?

He had your attention as he cleared his throat, shifted to face you, and took both your hands in his.

"Y/n, there's something I've come to realize about you, about us. I-I think I like you more than a friend. Every time I'm not around you, I can't help but think about you. Every time I think about us, my mind feels a little fuzzy and I can't stop grinning like an idiot. I really don't think there's anyone else who knows me as much as you do. We've grown together, and been together through our highs and lows. So I'll just cut to the chase, I think I'm in love with you."

You forgot to take a breath. D-did he just... No, he's just 'recreating' the scene right?

"Min, um-"

"Hey! Don't interrupt please, I'm not done. Look, I know this all might sound strange but, I just didn't want to ruin the bond we have, honestly, I don't even know how long I've felt like this. Lately, it's just been on my mind and if you don't feel the same, all you need to do is tell me. I completely understand. I'm really sorry for saying it like this. I know it's not the best way to confess. But I really just had to tell you."

His eyes held the truth in his heart and he nervously took in a deep breath.

"Min, you're still recreating right? Or did you mean it?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you meant it." you whispered.

"I meant every word." he whispered back.

And that's when your heart forgot how to beat. All these thoughts of him not feeling the same dissipated as a wave of something new washed over. Succumbing to your instinct, you couldn't hold back the urge to ask,

"What if I don't feel the same Min?"

His face reflected the fear that washed over him. But being the goofy little gremlin that he was, the seriousness of your question didn't stop him from cracking the most untimely joke.

"Then I'll smack you hard on the head so you forget I ever confessed and we can go back to being friends."

Before he could say another word, you launched yourself at him and wrapped him in a hug. Arms around his neck and face burried in his shoulder you were on the verge of tears at the mere thought of ever losing a friend like him.

"Min-ah I like you too! I just didn't know how to tell you but I like you too! I was scared that you don't feel the same so I just kept it to myself."

To be honest, he was a tad bit shocked. But it was all he needed to hear. Reciprocating your hug, he held you close until a stifled sniffle from you alerted him. Breaking away to look at you,

"Hey, are you crying?"

"Minnie I was so scared that I'd lose you if I confessed and you didn't like me back. I'm just really happy right now."

Tears streaked your flush cheeks as he gently wiped them away. As an attempt to hush you, he stroked your hair softly.

"I'm never gonna leave you okay? I'll be right here. Please don't cry."

"Where's my ring?"

"Ring? What do you mean?"

"You were recreating the scene right? In the playground you made me a paper ring and put it on me."

You stretched out your hand to him and wiggled you ring finger.

"I'll accept a paper ring for now," you said in a cheeky tone with a smile decorating your face.

He couldn't help but giggle and flash you the most dazzling smile you've ever seen.

"You're so adorable I could die." Placing a hand behind your head he drew you in closer and placed the softest kiss on your forehead. You giggled and so did he.

In that moment you knew that you were his and he was yours. A love that began at a tender age and finally blossomed after years of growing up in each other company.

You'd really marry this man with paper rings.

TBH this isn't my best work but I wanted to put it out there before I start procrastinating.

Requests open. LMK if you'd like to see similar content!

© 2023 SEOKMINDED. Do not copy, translate or repost any of my works or i'll cry.

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[illuminatedquill]

Ghost Stories 04

Feat. Sabine Wren

Story Context: (Takes place shortly before the events of Ahsoka) Sabine tries to relax in Capital City's Memorial Park only to be interrupted by the presence of a lost child separated from his friend.

The afternoon sun shone high overhead Capital City which normally would have meant boiling temperatures for the citizens below, if it weren't for the unusual cool breeze coming down from the northern seas. The resulting temperature for the day meant it was perfect for outdoor activities and, as a result, Memorial Park was filled to bursting with families looking to enjoy the weather.

Sabine had never felt comfortable in crowds and over the years since the war had ended, she had become increasingly fond of avoiding them whenever possible. But she was not exactly in the mood to just sulk and brood in her comm-tower either; even Murley, her beloved loth-cat companion, was becoming increasingly irritated at her mood swings. She had not seen him this morning for his usual breakfast, which was uncommon for him.

Sabine had decided that was her sign to get out and "touch some grass" as the saying went. So, she did.

Besides - she knew that he would want her to go outside and get some sun. Closing her eyes, she could practically see the worried expression on his face; those piercing blue eyes that never missed a single detail filled with concern.

Come on, Sabine. You're not a fungus, you're a person! Get outside and breath the fresh air for once.

Sabine snorted. The line was his typical brand of affectionate cringe and full of the goofy humor that she loved so much.

That she missed so much.

"Next!" came a voice. Sabine blinked, shook herself out of her nostalgic reverie. The food vendor, an older Twi'lek male with aqua skin and wrinkles that suggested plenty of time spent in the sun, waved impatiently at her. She stepped forward in a hurry.

"What'll it be, sweetheart?" he asked.

She scanned the menu on the vendor's stall for a brief moment. "I'll just have a bottle of your lime-twist fizzy drink, please."

"Ah, a crowd favorite on this perfect day. Good choice, good choice. Fifteen credits, please," he said.

Sabine dug out the money from her pocket and handed it over. A few moments later, the Twi'lek produced a bottle of neon green fizzy drink. She popped open the cap, took a sample sip - yes, it was still ice cold. The lime twist flavor was a perfect blend of sweet and tart.

She smacked her lips, said thanks to the vendor, and went to go find a spot somewhere secluded to enjoy her drink in peace.

Memorial Park was a large octagon of evergreen forest, filled to the brim with plants and trees native to Lothal. The city designer had wanted to keep the boundary between nature and the city seamless as possible; to put forth the idea that the two could co-exist in harmony. After the tyranny of the machine hungry Empire, the idea of healing Lothal through its beautiful fields was well-received.

But it was called Memorial Park for a reason. Artists from all over Lothal had contributed their own works to enhancing the scenery; beautiful pieces that conveyed strength, beauty, grief, and joy lay strewn all over the park for all to admire.

Sabine had, of course, had added her own touch to the park. It was a strange twist of fate that she found her secluded spot exactly where her own art had found a home.

A simple pair of stone statues, standing tall and proud, their gaze always in the direction of Lothal's rising sun. The pair were holding hands; their faces never ceasing their encouraging smiles to all who came to visit them. A dedication plaque lay at their feet, inscribed by Sabine herself:

DEDICATED TO MIRA AND EPHRAIM BRIDGER

MAY THEIR SPIRITS ALWAYS GUIDE LOTHAL TO A BRIGHTER DAY

She felt a lump form in her throat at the sight of Ezra's parents. How many hours had she spent, studying records and photographs and holo-vids, making sure she had their features perfected to the exact detail? She remembered the day Ryder, the Governor of Lothal, had seen her initial design for the statues. Sabine remembered how he had cried at the sight of his old friends again, forever memorialized for their heroic sacrifice.

One day, she promised herself, she would bring Ezra here. He hoped that her friend would like it.

Taking another sip of her fizzy drink, she spotted a nearby bench under the shade of several trees. Sabine walked over and took a seat, basking in the cool afternoon breeze rustling through the forest.

She set her drink down on the bench. Despite the day's brightness and the general sense of contentment hovering over the park, Sabine still didn't feel her mood considerably lifted. It still hung sourly over her, like a listless, grey cloud.

Sighing, she turned to reach for her drink -

Only to find a disheveled humanoid male child, covered in leaves and grass, chugging away at what was left of it.

Sabine stared at the kid, mouth slightly agape. "Hey!"

He downed the last few gulps and let out an enormous burp. She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

The boy blinked at her. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I was really thirsty."

"There's a food vendor not far from here," she said in an annoyed tone. "You got fifteen credits on you? Because that's how much you owe me, kid."

He blinked at her some more - and then started to cry.

Ah, kriff. Way to go, Sabine.

Feeling her momentary anger drain away, she kneeled down in front of the boy. At closer inspection, she noted some scrapes on his hands and knees - add all that to his general unkemptness, and the idea formed that he had been running from a fight.

"Hey, look. I'm sorry for getting annoyed, okay? Sit down right here," she said, gently guiding the young child onto the bench next to her.

"I'm really s-sorry. I'm lost. I got separated from my friend, Val." The boy sniffed loudly and wiped his face with a dirt-streaked sleeve.

"Were you in a fight?" Sabine asked. "With your friend?"

"No. Me and Val have been taking care of some loth kittens hiding out beneath a diner near our houses. We think the mama was taken by a poacher."

"Ah," she said. "Let me guess - the poacher came back." There were rumors that elite clientele all over the galaxy had gained an interest in garments made from loth-cat fur. Governor Ryder had come down hard on any criminal elements looking to make a fortune off the native felines, but some poachers still managed to escape through the security net set up by the Lothal Defense Force.

The boy nodded miserably. "We fought him. Val bit him on the hand. He got really angry."

Sabine arched an eyebrow at him, mildly impressed. "You fought him? A grown adult man?"

"Wasn't human. Gamorrean."

Wow. She was even more impressed. The Gamorreans were beefy, strong folk with a pig-like snout accompanied with sharp, tiny tusks that liked to punch first and ask questions later. The Hutt cartels liked to use them as guards, she had heard. They were big, ugly, mean, and could dish out a brutal beating when enraged.

"He grabbed Val and started shaking her real hard. I got scared, threw the biggest rock I could find at his ugly head. He started chasing me. I think he lost my trail on the way here. I hope Val's okay."

Sabine patted him on the back. "You two are very brave. I'm sure she's fine."

The boy sniffed again. "We promised to find each other if we ever got lost. But I'm dumb. I'm terrible with directions. I didn't even tell her where I was going."

"Hey," Sabine said gently. "She made you a promise, right? She'll find you. Just hang out here with me until she comes along."

He looked up at her. "How can you be sure that she'll be here?"

Sabine shrugged. "Just a feeling."

"Okay," said the boy, sounding less uncertain. "What's your name, lady?"

"I'm Sabine," she said, offering a hand. "Nice to meet you."

"I'm - uh . . ." The boy suddenly trailed off, looking nervous.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "My parents said I shouldn't give my name to strangers."

She chuckled. "That's fair. Guess that makes me a dummy, then."

"No - no, not at all!" exclaimed the boy, looking horrified that he had potentially insulted his new friend. "That's not what I - "

His stomach rumbled really loud, piercing the forest ambiance.

The boy's cheeks were aflame. Sabine couldn't help but laugh.

"Let's go see that food vendor I was talking about," she said.

She was out another thirty credits after they had finished ordering. The kid ate like he had been starved for a week.

"Feeling better?" she asked after he had scarfed down the last morsel.

He nodded vigorously, his cheeks full of food.

"That's good - " she started to say, when a pair of tiny feet drop kicked her in the stomach. Suddenly winded, she staggered backward a few steps.

"Leave him alone!" came a voice.

The boy's face whipped around, eyes wide with surprise. "Val!" he said. "You found me!"

Sabine, doubled over in pain, said in a weak voice, "Congrats. She found you. If you could please tell her not to kick me again . . ."

He threw his arms out and stopped the young, scrawny girl from another rushing attack. "Val! It's okay. She's a friend, she helped me."

The young girl - tousled brown hair, honey colored skin, eyes the color of sea algae - paused. "Oh, uh. She did?"

"Yeah."

Sabine crawled over to the bench and used it to prop herself up. Rubbing at her stomach, she grimaced at the pair.

"Good kick," she wheezed.

Val had the decency to look ashamed. "I'm sorry."

Sabine waved her off, still catching her breath. Val whirled on her friend. "Where were you? Why did you run off like that? That mean Gamorrean was chasing after you, idiot!"

The boy blinked at his friend's surprising anger. "He was hurting you. I had to do something."

Val shoved him, tears in her eyes. "He could have torn you apart, Ezra!"

Sabine froze at the name.

"I'm really sorry, Val. I had to lead him away from you and the loth kittens - hey, are they okay?"

The young girl nodded, sniffing. "They're okay. I convinced my parents to let them stay at our house until we can find proper homes."

The boy - Ezra - looked relieved. "That's totally wizard! Can I come visit?"

Val snorted. "Of course you can, dummy."

She wrapped her friend in a bear hug. "I'm glad I found you, Ezra."

He smiled and returned the affectionate gesture. "I knew you would."

Sabine was standing now, watching them. The pain in her stomach had receded.

"Your name is Ezra?" she asked the boy.

He nodded at her. "My parents named me after the Hero of Lothal."

Val said proudly, "He's brave, just like Ezra Bridger was."

Sabine stared at them. "I can see that," she said softly.

A soft breeze blew gently through the trees. Val checked her chronometer. "We have to get going now, Ezra. Promised my Mom and Dad that we'd help out with the loth kittens."

Ezra nodded. "Okay." He turned to Sabine. "Thanks for the help."

Sabine nodded. Val stepped forward. "Sorry about the kick again. He's my best friend, you know? We watch each other's backs. And thanks for keeping Ezra safe until I found him."

"You should get moving now," Sabine replied quietly. "It'll be getting dark soon."

They both nodded and, with a final cheery wave, darted through the trees towards the park exit.

Sabine watched them go, receding into the distance until she couldn't see them anymore.

When will it be my turn?

Sabine abruptly turned towards the statues of Ezra's parents. Their faces remained jovial, as she had made them to be. She wondered how the real life Mira and Ephraim Bridger would judge her in this moment: all these years later, still not being able to find their son.

"It's not our Ezra, I know," she said in a shaky voice. There was pain in her stomach, but not from the fierce kick given by young Val. "But I'll take this as a sign from the Force or whatever. I'll find him soon."

She knelt down in front of them, her head bowed in penance. "I'm sorry it's taking so long. I haven't given up, I promise. I will never give up. I will bring him home to you."

The Bridgers stared ahead, their smiles never ceasing in their encouragement. Sabine stood up, wiping away the tears trailing down her face.

Next time, she thought. I will not come here alone.

He'll be here with me.

[yohohonabottle]

5-Disaster foolery nonsense compilation + The four nephylims

Or, the cryptids lot from Project "harbringer" being unserious/unhinged and having goofy dumb fun. Very crack shitpost vibes, meme-like. This is 100% nonsense most likely instigated by the Knave or the Damoiseau, and the rest are rolling with it since they're off-duty/just want to lark.

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Newest moment:

Playfully arguing, and why's the bawdy gag still running?

Florent: I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Pirin: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal. Florent, getting down on one knee: That's 'cause it is. -Or-

Florent: "Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt." Pirin: "Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit." (Being sarcastic.) Rila: *giggling with these skits, made them play along with the scripts.*

Being a brat. Or that one time Berial showed through..but Pirin is also known for being a goofy and petty lil brat as well.

Kidnapper: We have your child Florent: I don’t have a child? Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich? Florent: Oh god, you have Pirin

The zoo problem.. Or Florent being reckless. (Huh wonder which component of the fusion this one comes from..)

Florent: "Every zoo is a petting zoo unless you’re a coward." Pirin: "I’m worried about you." Pirin: "You’re insane!" Florent: "Sure I am, what’s your point?"

Kill 'em! -With kindness!

Florent (Pirin/Ludovic fusion): "I'm going to kill you." Pirin: "Joke's on you- get in line! I got 99+ enemies!" Florent: "....With kindness. Sheesh, why's it always about literal murder or violence with you, Vanya?"

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Oh no! - Or poor Ludovic completely forgot to write/meet with his musician friend and has mini panic moment + guilt. @elesdecroisa Sorry if mischaracterized Briar! I tried to get their interaction right! ....Ludovic sure got some.. tea to spill with his friend.

Florent (Fair Gentleman), minding his business trying to blow off steam after the whole rollercoaster of... events. (His bestie almost dying for real, rushing to save him and getting fused together + being team healer and kind of also DPS/Carry now...and the recent bout of fights were hectic & really heated.

Florent (Fair Gentleman):

"Oh stars." The Ludovic part of the fusion, and since he's literally fused into one singular entity with Pirin, the other gets panicked too internally both being like--

Cue poor man rushing to find Briar and apologize to her for going completely radio-silent.

Briar: "You look older. What happened, Ludovic?"

'Vic/Florent: "....It's..a very long and complicated story." Briar: "....." Likely waiting for elaboration. Ludovic: "...You remember the night nymph I had told you about in our last conversation..yes?"

Briar: "Yes. I remember him, Ioan-- Your other dearest friend." Ludovic: "He..almost died due to near complete loss of magic. And I rushed to help him....However nothing worked, until a Syndicate member offered me to join their project. ..And we...ended up getting fused together into one."

Briar: "....."/"...What."

Ludovic: "I am not proud of my deed... however had no other choice left." (However would still do the exact same mistake again countless times if re-winded to that cross-road.)

Briar: "....I can't fault you, considering I devoted myself to my craft to death. However I am not very pleased hearing you sacrificed yourself so recklessly, even if I understand your cause and circumstances."

'Vic: *gives a very weak shrug with a strained smile of guilty apology.*

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The "couples" - When the gang is being a bunch of chaotic idiots.

Tyr/Odin: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple... Le Honnête élève: I really care about your feelings! The Debt-collector: I really care about YOUR feelings!

Tyr/Odin, turning his head: ...and then there's the disaster couple... The Kuker: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL!

Harlequin: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

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On Valentines, and once again the ''shipping'' gags keeps running.

Tyr/Odin: "God, if only someone loved me…" Le Honnête élève: *standing behind them with roses* The Debt-collector: *holding box of chocolates* Harlequin: *has balloons and a card* The Kuker: *facepalms then signs with one hand* 'This is sad.'

"This is why I have trust issues. >:( " a.k.a "Betrayal"

Tyr/Odin: If I fall… Le Honnête élève: I’ll be there to catch you. The Kuker: *looks at Harlequin* 'What if I fall?' Harlequin: Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side. Pirin : *watches these two interactions*

Pirin , to The Debt-collector: And if I fall? The Debt-collector: I’ll be the one who pushed you. Pirin: "....Well damn. Thanks mate." >:/ (Knows Sinbad won't do him dirty like this, and Marionet is just joking.)

"Confessions" shenanigans to play others like a fiddle

*The Squad when asked about their earlier confession of love* Pirin : Yeah, you're lucky. I like you. The Debt-collector: I'd understand if you didn't feel the same way...

The Kuker: *has a panic attack* What confession? Le Honnête élève: *winks* I know, Love. You like me too. (Totally not serious, trying not to laugh at the absurdity)

Harlequin: So what? Are you going to date me or not? Tyr/Odin: It was a dare.

Putting the "unhinged" in foolery. Absolute insanity, and Fair Son is trying hard to stay in-character with the script instead of loose it at how stupidly nonsensical it is.

Le Honnête élève: "Pirin kissed me! (No I didn't. >:/)" Harlequin: "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Le Honnête élève: "It was unbelievable!" (...Why're you rolling with this?) Harlequin: "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" The Kuker: 'Okay, we wanna hear everything. Harlequin, get the wine and unplug the phone. Florent, does this end well or do we need tissues?' Le Honnête élève: "Oh, it ended very well." (Didn't know bawdy humor was on your list. >:/ ) Harlequin: "Do not start without me! Do not start without me!" The Kuker: 'Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?' (The whole gang's trying not to laugh at this point)

Le Honnête élève: "Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it." ;) The Kuker: 'Ohh... So, okay, was he holding you? Or were his hands on your back?' Le Honnête élève: "First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair." Harlequin and The Kuker: 'Ohhh. Pfft, this is the worst skit-'

"Atrocious, I know. Of course I would not dare do such debauchery, let alone entertain the notion."

*meanwhile* Pirin eating pizza in their house: And, uh, and then I kissed him. The Debt-collector: Tongue? Pirin : Yeah, no. Can't you get sarcasm? Tyr/Odin: Cool.

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"Slander. Blasphemy." -Or the gang is chilling after a fight & chatting casually.

Et tu Brute.

Le Honnête élève: You know, when The Debt-collector comes over, The Kuker can get a little… Tyr/Odin: Psycho? Pirin : Scary? Harlequin: Drunk? Le Honnête élève: All three.

The Missing: >:(

The teacups

*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups* Le Honnête élève, Tyr/Odin, and Pirin : *spinning a little and talking* The Debt-collector, Harlequin, and The Kuker: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

The future perhaps not so distant...

*after the Squad has been separated for a few years* The Kuker: 'So what have you been up to recently?' Harlequin: Leading a revolution with Tyr. The Kuker: 'Good for you two! Me, I've joined the mob.' Harlequin: *nods* Oh, how cool! That's awesome! The Kuker: 'I know! Anyway, have you heard from the others? Pirin ?' Harlequin: Happily living as a hermit in the woods. Le Honnête élève? The Kuker: 'Wrongfully locked up in an asylum, which reminds me, we need to break him out later. The Debt-collector?' Harlequin: Cult leader. The Kuker: Yeah, that sounds about right.

Florent/The Fair Gentleman, showing up with slightly ruffled hair and clothes: "Pardon my tardiness, the guards were unreasonable. ...And the doctors almost cut me open in attempted lobotomy."

A grave emergency indeed.

The Kuker, walking into their house: 'Hello, people who do not live here.' Harlequin: Hey. Le Honnête élève: Hi. Pirin : Hello. The Debt-collector: Hey! The Kuker: 'I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!' Tyr/Odin: We were out of Doritos.

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The Nephylims shenanigans

Oh? - Or just pure larking and messing with Athelric.

Athelric: Why are your tongues purple? Maria: We had slushies. I had a blue one. Iliya: I had a red one. Athelric: oh. Maria: Athelric: OH. OH NO YOU DID NOT- Amene: Amene: You drank eachothers slushies?

Sibling moment - Mari and Athe edition feat. the Maulers

Athelric and Maria: *making loud, shouty gorilla sounds at each other* Amene: Iliya, exasperatedly: We have a guest.

Drunken nonsense, or why they should not be sloshed. And Ame isn't having any of it.

Athelric: Wait, if baby oil dissolves condoms, what does it do to babies? Iliya: Believe it or not, babies and condoms are made of different materials. Maria: It’s like rock paper scissors. Baby oil defeats condom, baby defeats baby oil, condom defeats baby. Amene: Rock also defeats baby.

Friends -Athe and 'Liya slander

Maria: You have friends and I envy that. Amene: You're welcome to share my friends. Maria: *looks at Athelric and Iliya* Maria: I don't want those.

The squad and bridges being burnt.

Maria: Alright, what pizza toppings should we order? Iliya: Anchovies and pineapple. Athelric: I like beets! Amene: Have you guys ever had a cheese-less pizza? Maria: I’m disowning all of you.

[wheneverfeasible]

Blackmail; pt. 2

wc: 1898 || Ao3 || rating: T (for now) || story summary: Steve gets caught making out with a boy by none other than Eddie “The Freak” Munson — Eddie’s silence comes with a price.

Part 1 || Part 2

He couldn’t believe he was fucking doing this.

Steve’s fingers tapped his annoyance out on his steering wheel as he glared at the trailer door in front of his car. He had no desire to be here, no desire to think about whatever the hell Munson was going to demand of him today, or the possibility that the older boy would go back on his word and tell their homophobic town that he was a fucking poof.

He knew that he was lucky that Munson hadn’t beaten his ass when he’d found Steve and What’s-his-face sucking face among the trees, unknowingly near where the older boy did his drug deals since Tommy had always been the one doing the buying, but that didn’t mean he was any happier with what had happened.

Munson’s smirk as Steve kissed his rings had made bile burn in Steve’s gut, but what really had made Steve seconds away from swinging his own fist was when Munson patted him on the head after like a fucking dog and condescendingly called him a ‘good boy’. Steve had never hated someone as much as he hated Munson in that moment.

He couldn’t deny that Munson had him by the balls though. In a non-sexy way. Not that he’d ever want the sexy way to happen with the Freak. Blegh. Steve felt sick just thinking about it. No, Munson had him trapped, blackmailing him with his secret to be his perfect little lackey. It was going to tank whatever reputation he’d managed to hold on to after Nancy.

He didn’t really care about the King title though. Hargrove can have that if he wanted it so desperately. After everything Steve had been through, being the reigning champ of keg stands didn’t seem that important anymore, and it wasn’t like he hung out with his former friends much either. Sure, sometimes he missed Tommy and Carol, but more that he missed what they used to be, what they could have been, had Tommy not tried to be so much like his father.

So there Steve was, slutting it up to find some kind of human connection, thinking with his dick more than he did with his head. Which led him to this horrifying situation. And, of course, Munson was fucking late.

Aggravated by Munson’s inconsideration, he slammed the palm of his hand on the center of the steering wheel again and held it there for several seconds, though he didn’t let it linger as much as he would like. Munson may be a selfish jerk, but he wasn’t the only one in the trailer park and it was still morning. Luckily for everyone involved, the door to the Munson trailer finally swung open a few moments and Munson came stumbling out with an unrepentant grin on his face.

“Ah, my valiant chariot!” the older boy crooned as he popped open the door and slid inelegantly inside, all long limbs and incoordination as he threw his bag and non-lunch lunch pail behind his shoulder uncaringly in the backseat. “Let’s ride!” he crowed, drumming his hands on the dashboard after slamming the passenger door shut.

“Careful!” Steve hissed in agitation. Christ, this guy was worse than the kids. “Jesus fucking Christ, man, stop behaving like a wild animal and show some respect,” he muttered, leaning forward to check the dashboard as though Munson’s erratic behavior might have damaged it in some way.

Munson rolled his eyes, not looking contrite at all. “Don’t forget who holds your leash here, Harrington. Perhaps you should show more respect.” His smile, when Steve glanced over at him, sent a chill down the younger boy’s spine. There were moments when Munson was goofy, almost childlike, and then there were times when he looked just as dangerous as all the rumors said he was.

This time, it was definitely the latter.

Steve wasn’t planning on letting the asshole walk all over him, but he also knew that he had no defenses yet, no way to fight back. He was at Munson’s mercy, whether he liked it or not. He had to be the obedient little servant or suffer the consequences of Munson’s wrath. Fuck.

I’m not a dog, he wanted to say all the same, though he swallowed down that impulse for now as he finally started their way to school. His knuckles were white where they gripped the steering wheel, his lips twisted into an annoyed frown. It felt awkward having Munson of all people in his passenger seat. He honestly had no idea why Munson would demand a ride from him when he had his own vehicle.

Though, now that Steve thought about it, he hadn’t seen the van outside the trailer. He figured it had probably been parked elsewhere, not giving it another moment’s thought. Not when he had Munson suddenly fiddling with the radio station.

“Ugh,” Munson muttered, seemingly not finding anything of interest on the radio. “Remind me to bring one of my tapes tomorrow,” he said in a huff. Steve had no intention of doing that. Like hell was he going to willingly submit himself to that garbage. Munson let out an annoyed sigh and leaned back in the seat with his arms crossed, though his leg jiggled up and down and his fingers tapped along his biceps.

Luckily, however, Munson didn’t try to initiate any further commentary. It did leave the drive to school in an awkward silence though, since Munson had also slammed off the radio. Steve thought about turning it back on just to annoy the other boy, but honestly he’d take an awkward silence over Munson threatening him with a new humiliation or risking exposing his secret.

There was no denying the power imbalance here. Before, back when Steve had been King, it would have been the other way around. Though he hadn’t really been the aggressor in the bullying that went on during his time at Hawkins High, he hadn’t entirely been innocent either. He’d had his head too far up his own ass to care about anyone other than himself and his own circle of friends. Even by just his sophomore year, he’d held sway among the student populace. By his junior?

Honestly, Steve wished he had done more last year. He wished that he had stood up to Tommy earlier, had focused on more than just himself, and genuinely regretted his actions regarding Nancy and Jonathan, even if Jonathan’s actions still made him a little squeamish. None of that mattered now, however, because all the power he might once have had was now resting entirely in Munson’s hands.

Great.

Really though, Steve had no one to blame but himself. He really shouldn’t have been so careless as to start necking with a guy so close to school grounds. He was just thankful Munson hadn’t walked up when it became more than kissing.

After an unbearably awkward ride, which even Munson seemed to feel by the way he was fidgeting, Steve was finally pulling into the school parking lot with scant minutes to spare before the late bell rang. He hurriedly got out of the car, grabbing his own bag and ready to book it the hell out of there…except Munson was still waiting expectantly in the passenger seat.

Steve frowned heavily at the man, causing the man to smirk with crossed arms, glancing pointedly at the closed door. Muttering a litany of curses under his breath as he rolled his eyes towards the heavens, Steve stomped around to the passenger side and opened the door for his torturer. For really, what else could Munson ever be to him?

“Good boy, you’re learning,” Munson’s smarmy voice drawled as he slid out of the car more gracefully than he had slid in. “My things,” he added with a smirk, pointing to the back of the car.

“Fucking get them yourself, Munson,” Steve finally snapped, unable to hold back any longer. “I’m not your fucking dog.”

Munson’s hand shot out lightning quick, hooking a finger at the buttoned V of Steve’s polo, yanking Steve forward suddenly, causing a small gasp to leave the younger boy with widened eyes. Munson’s own dark eyes mocked him.

“Don’t forget who holds the leash here, sweetheart. I own you, or have you forgotten that?” Munson smirked again, though this time it was sharp and lethal. “Unless you’d like me to let everyone know what the former King Steve gets up to in the woods behind school?”

Steve hated Munson with every fiber of his being. He also knew that Munson had him fucking trapped. He grit his teeth, knowing he had to play it safe if he wanted to survive the rest of his time at Hawkins High. Hell, the rest of his time in Hawkins in general. The town was not forgiving of anyone or anything that went against the grain. Munson’s own reputation was evidence of that.

“No,” he forced out, voice raspy with emotion. “No I don’t want you to.”

Munson pulled back slightly, releasing Steve’s collar before shoving him back against the side of the car with a small push. “Then be a good doggy and get me my things, pet. Maybe I ought to get you a collar to better remind you.”

It would be so easy to punch Munson in his smug little face. Except Steve had never really been that good at fighting. The few times he’d tried, it was always his ass being handed back to him. He might be able to land a punch in the freak’s face, but Munson would no doubt come back twice as hard. Steve had no desire to feel what those rings might feel like busting his face open.

Drawing in a steadying breath against the side of the car, Steve shot Munson a fierce glare before turning and yanking the older boy’s bag and lunch pail out of the backseat. Munson snatched the latter out of his hands quickly, though he left the bag with Steve.

“Good boy. You can carry my things to my first class now,” he grinned. “It’s time to show Hawkins High just who your king is now, isn’t that right, puppy?”

Munson laughed, turning on his heels and striding off, leaving Steve to hurriedly lock up his car and chase after him. Steve felt his face flame with embarrassment and ire. He had to tell himself that this was only temporary. He would find a way to free himself from Munson’s hold, before graduation. He couldn’t trust the man not to spill his secrets out of spite.

So fine. He would take Munson to class. He’d sit at his freak table at lunch. He’d take Munson home. He knew that the school would be curious what sort of dirt Munson had on him, because it would be obvious he wasn’t doing this out of his own free will, but any guess of theirs would be preferable to the truth. He was just thankful Munson didn’t seem to care about the boy he caught Steve with, at least.

He could do this. He had no choice. As long as he didn’t stir the pot too much, Munson wouldn’t have reason to punish him. He wouldn’t be a fucking dog, but he’d kissed Eddie’s rings and agreed to this farce. As long as he did his part…

What could go wrong?

[thetransintransformers]

Megop week 2023

June 13th, Day 3

Marriage

Hashtag wants to film something sweet with Megatron and Optimus as her main actors. Specifically, a recreation of their wedding. A nice gesture, though it helps to learn a bit about how Megatron and Optimus really got married.

The Malto property never had a dull day anymore. Or rather, their time in Witwicky never once began with a boring day. Currently, the Malto children dashed around their open property. Dot and Alex were out of town for Alex’s work conference, and it just so happened, the two had the best possible babysitters at their disposal.

And so, here Optimus and Megatron were, out in the front yard keeping careful eyes on all eight of the Malto siblings. Some were easier to handle than others, others, well, it was nice to have something like a challenge.

“Im gonna get you!!!” Twitch yelled out, following Jawbreaker and Thrash in a high-stakes game of tag. Thrash yelled back while Jawbreaker laugh. “Catch up then!!” In the next moment, Thrash turned to his bike form, dodging an upcoming tree branch. Jawbreaker was not so lucky running straight into the branch and stalling. At the same time, Twitch found her own difficulty trying to slow down before she accidentally crashed right into her brother. Luckily, such a disaster did not happen, as Megatron pulled Twitch away carefully, while Prime placed a large metal hand over Jawbreaker's form. Megatron sighed, placing Twitch down gently. “Little bird, be careful. You almost hit your brother” while Prime tended to the other. “And Jawbreaker, please, be mindful of where you're going.” The two terrans were set away from the area of the incident, already off to play again. Twitch hugged Megatron to the best of her ability, “Thanks Megatron!” “Yeah! Thanks, Grandpa Prime!” Jawbreaker called out. Optimus looked incredulously at that comment. “Grandpa?” Not that he minded holding such a position of safety for the young terran, but still, he wasn't that old, was he? Megatron couldn't help but smirk, “I believe you heard the terran correctly.” oh he would certainly revel in this. “Grandpa Megatron! Grandpa Megatron!” Two feminine voices called to them. Megatron’s eyes widened, and it was Optimus’ turn to snicker as the helicopter was given a taste of his own medicine. Megatron sneered, before recovering and speaking to the girls. “Yes, Morgan? Hashtag?” Mo spoke up first, “Me and Hashtag wanna make a movie, and um, we were wondering–” Hashtag’s enthusiasm boiled over as she interrupted, hopping on her pedes. “Can you both be in it, please? Please? Pplleeaassee?” She held up her little gifted necklace from Jawbreaker, catching a single frame of the two sitting there, “You guys would be perfect for the lead roles!”

Optimus couldn't help but chuckle, “Of course Hashtag. I always thought I had a certain movie star charm.” He smiled, electing another eye-roll from Megatron, and a round of giggles from the girls. Megatron spoke soon enough, voicing his own agreement. “Sure thing, young ones. What exactly sort of movie are you making?” Hashtag excitedly answered, “A romance movie! Eee Im so excited!!!” She smiled, as both she and Mo ran off to start preparing their set.

Megatron and Optimus only stared in surprise they were chosen for such a project. Megatron soon enough smirked, bumping Optimus’ shoulder. “Well then, let's get going movie star.” Before he stood and followed after the girls. 

Optimus stayed seated for a moment, cheeks blushing over. A goofy smile crossed his face as he followed after them.

—

Hashtag came up near the backside of the barn, all covered in little decorations here and there. Nightshade sat quietly, having volunteered to draw up backgrounds and make the decorations. They were halfway through sprucing up a small bouquet when they called out, “Ah! There are the stars!”

Hashtag smiled back as Optimus and Megatron stopped infront of the set. “Yup! You guys know how weddings work, right?” Optimus answered, “Well yes, uh . . . is this already meant to be a wedding alter?” He tilted his head. Mo spoke up soon after, “We didn't wanna get bored waiting for the big wedding scene.”

Nightshade stood up, now holding the bouquet to hand to Optimus. Optimus smiled, taking it up gently. “Thank you.” Megatron spoke up soon enough, “This is a human wedding, isn't it?” suddenly he wasn't so cheery about the scene. Not that he didn't want to participate for the children's sake, but rather, it got him thinking about things of the past. Hashtag didn't seem to want to wait around. “Okay! Okay! C'mon, let's get to places!!” Despite her hope, it didn't really seem that she learned much about the finer notes of filmmaking, rushing everything. She moved Mo gently to position while waving for Optimus and Megatron to stand at the altar. Hashtag stepped back, raising her camera, one Alex bought for her after the first incident. She spoke up, “Okay! So Mo’s gonna say a few words, and then when she looks at either one of you, all you have to say is I do! Got it?” Optimus decided to make a little joke, “I do!” Hashtag only shook her head. “No no, not yet! Uh, anyway, Action!” She said out loud, clicking the camera on. Mo cleared her throat as she began to speak her lines: “Dear Optimus Prime, do you take Megatron to be your awfully–lawfully wedded husband?” 

Optimus glanced for a moment at Hashtag, who simply waved off the line goof. “We can fix that in post!” She gave a thumbs-up for the scene to continue. 

“I do.” He finished. 

Mo then turned her gaze to Megatron. “And do you Megatron, take Optimus Prime to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Megatron was a bit late. “Oh uh, yes.” His eyes darted back and forth before Hashtag spoke. “CUT!” And soon the techy bot walked forward to her two actors. “Megatron, what was that!?” 

Megatron spoke lightly. “I apologize, Hashtag. I just seemed to be a bit in the clouds. We could go again, hm?” 

Hashtag answered, a bit down. “Do you . . . wanna do the scene?” Her little optics seemed so sad. 

Megatron nodded, “What? Yes yes, of course I do, for you. All of this is something I’m not used to.” He looked around at the decorations and altar set up.

Now, that had left a bit of a confused look on all the kids' faces. Mo tilted her head, walking over to stand next to Hashtag. “Not used to? But you and Grandpa Prime are married, aren’t you?” 

Megatron chuckled again, catching Optimus' own smile, now it was Optimus' turn to chime in. “We are, yes. But the way we did it was a bit different from how humans would get married.” 

Nightshade was next to stand next to their sisters. “How so?” 

Megatron and Optimus looked at each other, kneeling down to be a bit closer to the kids as they explained. 

“Well instead of it being called a wedding, we went through something called the Conjunx Ritus. It was a tradition we brought from Cybertron.”

Megatron added, “And instead of calling each other wives or husbands, we would call each other conjunx endura.”

Nightshade reacted with joy at the new knowledge. “Conjunx Endura? What a fun title!” 

Hashtag chimes in, “So-so what would you guys do?”

Optimus tapped his chin gently. “Well, there were four parts to it.”

And after a quick explanation, an idea began brewing in Hashtag's helm. 

—

**The Act of Intimacy**

Hashtag angled the camera just a bit too close to Megatron and Optimus's faces as she yelled from behind the camera. “Now kiss!”

Optimus spoke gently. “Hashtag, it doesn't necessarily need to be a kiss. It could just be a hug or hand holding–” his words quickly evaporated as Megatron leaned in and placed a quick kiss right on the cheek. The kids behind the camera giggled once it happened, and harder after Optimus; mask snapped closed from the sheer surprise. Megatron let out his own chuckle as he redirected the moment. ”Alright alright, onto the next rite.”

—

**The Act of Disclosure** Megatron spoke candidly to the camera, though a bit wishy-washy about the subject. “I once uh . . .” Hashtag spoke up from behind the camera, “Go on!” Megatron shifted trying again. “I once . . . sat on the Lincoln Memorial.” A brief silence overtook the group as Megatron reinforced his sentence. “I took off the Lincoln statue itself and I sat on the memorial.” Optimus soon poked his head into the frame waving around an old picture. “It's true! Here’s the proof!” Megatron reached out frantically, “Prime you give that back or so help me—!!!” —

**The Act of Proff–Preff- The Act of Gift Giving**

Optimus examined the toy axe in his hands carefully, finials lowering for a moment in confusion. “The one Megatron initially gave me was, uh, much bigger than this.” He squished it gently in his servos, producing an EEP EEP sound. He looked towards the camera. “And it uh, certainly didn't squeak like this either.”

Nightshade’s voice piped up, “It's kind of all we can work with right now.” Optimus nodded, “Oh well then.” he smiled again at the camera, squeaking the axe again. “I love it.” EEP EEP !

— **The Act of Selflessness**

Mo tilted her head a bit rotating the camera from her face to Optimus and Megatron. “Im, um, not really sure how to film this one.”

Hashtag’s voice called out, grabbing their attention. “I got this!!!” And soon enough, in her van form, Hashtag sped up, aiming to crash right into Optimus Prime’s leg, before Megatron moved him backward from the collision.

All joking in the moment as Optimus let out a soft laugh. Soon enough, the red and blue autobot looked up to see Nightshade swooping down near Megatron’s head. “Duck!” He spoke, pushing Megatron’s helm down so Nightshade wouldn't have their own crash landing. Down on the ground, Hashtag transformed back into her robot mode and cheered. “Woohoo!! See? You guys *selflessly* protected each other!” She took the camera gently from her sister and aimed it at their faces once more. “I now pronounce you Conjunx Endura!”  

The kids cheer behind the camera, Megatron moving to wrap an arm around Optimus, bumping each other's helms close. Hashtag spoke up again, a bit more meek. “Was that-was that good?” Optimus spoke sincerely, “That was perfect. Just like reliving our actual ritus.” “Really?!” “Hmm. More or less.”

[karlyboyyy]

Meant To Happen All Along

Pairing: Kazuki x Rei, KazuRei Rating: Explicit/NSFW* Fic Tags: Fluff, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content (oral sex, fingering, penetration), Dirty Talk, Playful Sex, Romantic Gestures, Feelings Realization Wordcount: 10.7k

(*This preview does not contain any of the explicit content, only some spicy stuff. Might still be NSFW though. Link to the full fic on ao3 at the bottom!)

Rei couldn’t sleep. Normally he had no problems with falling asleep, especially ever since he stopped sleeping in the bathtub and instead started sleeping in his actual bed. But tonight, he had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach that just would not go away. Honestly, the more he focused on the strange feeling, the more he realized that it wasn’t localized to just his stomach. It was like something was swirling around deep in his lower abdomen, mixed with a weird tingling up his spine and down through his thighs, accompanied by a warmth radiating from his entire body. And because he was having such a hard time falling asleep, he was forced to think about why he had this strange feeling. Nothing specifically came to mind as to what was causing it, but he did know that he’s been getting this feeling a lot lately, and at such random times, too.

Like the other day, he noticed the feeling for just a brief moment. It was around lunchtime; he was cleaning up around the living room while Kazuki and Miri were in the kitchen prepping the ingredients for their meal. Miri laughed about something Kazuki had said, which caused Rei to glance up at them. It’s not like what he saw was anything spectacular. It was just Kazuki stirring a pot of soup. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, exposing his forearms. He had a stain of something (probably the soup) on his apron. He had a big goofy grin on his face and was laughing along with Miri. And when he noticed Rei looking at them, his eyes lit up as he called out, “Oh hey, food’s almost done. So go wash your hands and get your butt at the table!” See? Nothing spectacular. These were all things that Rei had seen and heard nearly every single day. But for some reason, his stomach fluttered and his face felt hot.

The feeling came again the night before last. Rei was sitting on the couch, playing Morio Kart with Miri, while Kazuki folded laundry. When he was done, Kazuki sat down next to Rei close enough so that their knees were touching. “Hey, how ‘bout you guys let me play for once?”

“Whaaa! Kazu papa wants to play, too?? Yaay!! I wanna play with Kazu papa!” Miri was ecstatic.

“But there’s only two controllers…” Rei said matter-of-factly.

“Then gimme yours!” Kazuki reached over, placing his left hand on Rei’s thigh to steady himself and grabbed the controller from Rei using his right hand. “Here, show me which buttons to use.” Kazuki held out the controller and leaned in closer to Rei.

“Ah… well, X is the gas and Square is the brake. Right trigger is reverse and Circle is used to throw out banana peels and stuff to trip up the other racers.”

“Okay, I think I got it!” Kazuki exclaimed.

He did not get it. Kazuki was terrible at the game and came in dead last every single time. But whenever Rei would look over at Kazuki in the middle of a race, he saw how focused Kazuki was. He had this determined look in his eye that made him look incredibly serious, but it was offset by the fact that he also had his tongue sticking out. Rei thought, “Is that his concentration face?” and laughed to himself. That’s the moment he felt that strange tingling feeling again.

Then, it happened again this morning. Only this time, the feeling was much more intense. Rei was walking around the house gathering clothes for a load of laundry, and figured he should probably stop by Kazuki’s room to see if he had anything to add. The door was open, so Rei walked right in without even thinking. “Kazuki. I’m doing some laundry, got anything-,” Rei stopped mid-sentence, surprised to have found Kazuki wearing nothing but his boxers.

“Oh, hey! Perfect timing! On my way back from the daycare, some bus drove right through a puddle in the street, and it splattered all over my clothes! Ugh, they’re filthy now! Mind if I toss these in?” Kazuki placed the wad of dirty clothes in the basket that Rei was holding, doing so with a big smile on his face. Rei couldn’t stop himself from looking Kazuki up and down. He’d seen him shirtless countless times before but couldn’t recall a time when he’d seen him in his underwear. It was… interesting, to say the least. Rei then realized that he was feeling that strange tingling warmth again, and quickly turned around to walk away before Kazuki could see the redness in his face.

So as Rei lie there in his bed, thinking back on all the times he’d felt this feeling before, he realized there was a common trigger. It was Kazuki. No matter what was happening in those situations, Kazuki was always involved. And now, as he replayed each of those events in his mind over and over again, the feeling just kept getting stronger and stronger. His entire body felt like it was on fire, and his heart was about to beat out of his chest. “What the heck is this?!”

Having the type of upbringing that Rei had, he was unfortunately not very experienced in this department, so it took him longer than the average person to realize what was going on. But the moment he tried to shift his weight and roll over to his side, he felt a stiffness in between his legs and the subsequent pain from being pressed against the mattress. And it dawned on him. “…Oh.”

Rei honestly didn’t feel very surprised. He’d been living with Kazuki for years now, and already sort of knew that the feelings he had toward him were a bit complicated. He’d always felt close to him but was too embarrassed to really show it. But after Miri came along, the feelings he had for Kazuki only grew stronger. He considered Kazuki his partner and his family. He liked seeing him smile. He liked spending time with him. He liked how he started to show physical affection like hugs and the occasional kiss. He liked it all. So it was only a matter of time before Rei would crave even more from Kazuki. “I’m such an idiot for not realizing it sooner…”

Now Rei was definitely not falling asleep. Instead of lying there and continuing to let his thoughts run wild with Kazuki, he decided to get up and head to the kitchen for a glass of water. He paced back and forth in the kitchen for a few minutes, hoping to tire himself out a bit. But he unexpectedly found himself staring at Kazuki’s bedroom door. And his mind was flooded by various thoughts of what might happen if he were to go in there. “Maybe… we can just cuddle,” he whispered to himself. “Yeah, that might help me fall asleep.” But even his own words didn’t sound very convincing.

Standing outside of Kazuki’s bedroom door, Rei took a deep breath before gently knocking. Aware that Kazuki was probably asleep and didn’t hear the knock, he took the liberty of opening the door and walking into the room, carefully closing the door behind him. He tiptoed over to the bed and cast his gaze down on the sleeping Kazuki. “Pfft! His mouth is wide open.”

Rei stood there for a few minutes longer just admiring the sight before him – Kazuki was lying on his back, with one arm raised above his head and the other draped across his stomach. His mouth hung open as he quietly snored. The longer Rei stared, the more he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. Finally, he called out in a whisper, “Psst. Hey, Kazuki? Kazukiii. Wake up.”

Kazuki jerked his head, turning toward the quiet voice calling out to him. “Mmm-hm? Rei? What is it, what’s wrong?” He still had his eyes closed but sat up slightly as he spoke.

“I, uh… I can’t sleep.” That was an understatement…

“Hm, you wanna crawl in? C’mere.” Kazuki still had his eyes half shut, but scooted over and lifted the blankets, allowing plenty of room for Rei to climb into bed next to him.

Rei’s eyes widened in surprise; he wasn’t expecting this to be so easy! He carefully sat down on the bed, but before he could fully lie down, Kazuki wrapped his arm around Rei’s waist and pulled him close. Rei’s face was now nearly pressed against Kazuki’s chest.

“Wan’ me to rub your back?” Kazuki’s voice was low and groggy, and Rei could feel his hot breath on the top of his ear. This did not help Rei’s… current predicament.

“…Sure.”

Kazuki’s hand slowly wandered down to Rei’s lower back and he gently tugged at Rei’s shirt. “Here. Lift it up a bit.”

Rei did as he was told and pulled the bottom hem of the shirt up a few inches. His stomach and lower back were now exposed to the drafty air around them.

Kazuki’s fingertips began to lightly trace swirling patterns on Rei’s skin. He went up along Rei’s spine and gently rubbed around his shoulder blades before sliding back down to his lower back. “Hey, Rei,” Kazuki said in a hushed voice. “You’re really warm.”

Rei wondered if he could also hear how loud his heart was beating in the moment. “Sorry. Is it too hot?”

“No. I’m comfy.” Kazuki continued to delicately glide his fingertips across Rei’s back and side, every so often grazing his fingernails along Rei’s flesh. He then inched toward Rei’s stomach.

“Ah, Kazuki… that tickles.” Rei was starting to get goosebumps. Although it did tickle, it also felt insanely good. He didn’t want Kazuki to stop.

“Hmm oh yeah? How about here?” Kazuki’s fingertips were now tracing along Rei’s hip near the waistband of his pants.

Rei shuddered and pressed his face further into Kazuki’s chest to stifle the slight moan he made. He now had a hard time believing that Kazuki was still half asleep; he had to be doing this on purpose.

Kazuki definitely took notice of Rei’s reaction… and he was instantly on full alert. He continued to graze Rei’s lower stomach with his fingers as he leaned his head down and whispered into his ear, “Rei. Can I kiss you?”

Instead of using words to answer the question, Rei tilted his head up, reached his hand up to clasp the back of Kazuki’s neck, and pulled him close so that their lips pressed together. Kazuki let out a deep Hmmph, which made Rei even more desperate.

Kazuki placed his hand on the small of Rei’s lower back and abruptly pulled him closer. By doing so, he could feel something solid pressing into his thigh and let out a quiet chuckle. Pulling out of the kiss, he said in a teasing voice, “Rei~, is this why you came in here?” As he said the words, he shifted his leg upward, nudging the hard bulge in Rei’s pants.

Rei jolted, letting a gasp escape from his lips. He looked up to see a sly grin on Kazuki’s face, which only added fuel to the fire that raged inside him. “So what if I did?” Rei then used one hand to pull Kazuki’s face back to his for another deep kiss, and used his other arm to prop himself up. He leaned into Kazuki, leading him to lie on his back as he swung one of his own legs over Kazuki’s waist, landing himself in a straddling position on top of Kazuki. He pulled away from the kiss but remained hovering only an inch or two from his face. “Is that a problem?” he asked, while staring deep into Kazuki’s eyes.

“Holy shit,” Kazuki thought to himself, as he stared back at the man sitting on top of him. Although it was dark in the bedroom, Kazuki could tell that Rei’s face was flushed red. He also felt the incredible warmth in his groin right where Rei was sitting, and knew that Rei would soon be able to feel just how excited he actually was about this turn of events. “I’m not complaining. I just hope you’re prepared,” Kazuki taunted.

“For what, exactly?”

“For the consequences of your actions. Rei, did you really expect me to hold myself back after you’ve climbed on top of me like this?” Kazuki reached for Rei’s upper thighs and gripped tightly, holding Rei in place as he thrusted his own lower half upward, pressing into Rei even more. Rei immediately reacted by dropping his head slightly and letting out a hushed moan, making Kazuki grin even wider.

Rei re-focused his gaze on Kazuki and hesitated for only a moment before finally giving his reply. “Like I’d expect anything less from you. So, come on, Kazuki.” Rei then leaned down, pressed his lips against Kazuki’s ear, and whispered, “Show me the consequences of my actions.”

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