#the blush i am torn on for reasons :(

[ahollowgrave]

don't worry @idalenn, she brought options!

[moonselune]

could you write wyll gale and astarion with a clingy very overly affectionate reader :0 thanks!!

a little bit of fluff to soothe the soul x

Gale:

Gale loved your affectionate nature, but it was also the reason his stack of unfinished books kept growing taller. He found it nearly impossible to concentrate on his studies and research with you constantly draped around him.

"My dear, how am I supposed to finish reading this tome if you're always like this?" he asked, though his tone was more amused than annoyed.

"Who needs books when you have me?" you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your cheek to his. "I am a font of all knowledge."

"Oh really, tell me then-mmpf" Gale was cut off by a kiss to his lips, you didn't have to answer his question if he couldn't ask it. Gale sighed, a soft smile playing on his lips. He could never stay mad at you. The warmth of your body against his and the way you always wanted to be close to him was endearing.

"I suppose the ancient spells and histories can wait a little longer," he conceded, closing the book and setting it aside.

You grinned, triumphant, and nestled closer to him. Gale would often find himself torn between his love for knowledge and his love for you. But in those moments, with you so close and content, the choice was easy. He'd happily wrap his arms around you, hold you close, and let the world of books and spells fade away, if only for a while.

Astarion:

Astarion adored how much you wanted to be close to him. Your need to be intertwined with him was a constant reminder of the deep bond you shared. However, it also meant that letting go, even for a moment, was always a struggle.

"Must you cling to me so, darling?" he asked one morning, though his tone was light and teasing as he tried to extricate himself from your embrace.

"Yes," you replied simply, your arms tightening around him.

Astarion chuckled, shaking his head. "And what if I have to go out?"

"Then I'll come with you," you said, looking up at him with a mischievous smile.

He sighed dramatically, though he was clearly enjoying the attention. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"But you love it," you countered.

"Indeed, I do," he admitted, brushing a strand of hair from your face and the two of you remained there until Lae'zel dragged the both of you out by your ankles.

Whenever he had to leave, you had a devious response. You would bat your eyelashes, comment that he looked a bit tired and offered him your blood, knowing he could never refuse. He would then return to your arms, and happily suckle on your veins. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable, and of course, he couldn't just abandon you after the gracious gift you just gave him. It was perfect.

Until he realised what you were doing.

"I mean honestly, did you really think I was some pup you could train!?" Astarion flounced across the tent and you sat on your bedroll, smiling guiltily. When he caught you, his outrage continued. "Don't smile, darling, I'm very upset at you!"

There was absolutely no conviction in his tone, and you bit your lip before opening your arms to him. "Sorry, Want to kiss and make up?"

"....well, how could I say no?"

Wyll:

Wyll loved the way you were so affectionate with him. Your constant need to touch, hug, and be close to him was a balm to his often stressful life as a hero and protector. He cherished every moment of it, even though it often left him flustered in public.

"My beloved, not here," he would murmur, his cheeks tinged with a blush as you hugged him from behind, your arms draped over his shoulders while he was trying to talk with a merchant in the marketplace.

"But why not, Wyll?" you teased, pressing a kiss to his neck and watching with satisfaction as he stammered and the merchant chuckled knowingly.

He relished in your affection but couldn't help getting embarrassed when others were around. The look of adoration in his eyes, however, never wavered. When you were alone, he was more than happy to reciprocate your affection. He'd pull you into his lap, kiss your forehead, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

One evening, while the two of you were at a formal gathering, you couldn't resist the urge to slip your hand into his and lean against his shoulder. His friends and acquaintances looked on with amusement and envy.

"Y/N, dearest, you're making it hard for me to concentrate," he whispered, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"Good, I like it when you're all flustered." you replied cheekily, nuzzling his neck. Despite the public embarrassment, Wyll wouldn't trade your affection for anything.

Little bit short, but hope you all enjoy it x - Seluney xox

[rdmasevi]

Yours in the Shadows

Title: Yours in the Shadows: a Twilight fanfiction

Pairing: Edward Cullen x Reader Fem

Genre: Angst | Romance | Drama

Warnings: Emotional angst and heartbreak, Jealousy and romantic rivalry.

Summary: After leaving Bella in Forks, Edward Cullen falls into despair—until he meets you.

Forks hadn’t changed much.

Rain still painted the windows like brushstrokes, soft and relentless. The trees stood like sentinels—tall, unmoving, and watching. The clouds were thick overhead, casting a cool, gray light over the Cullen house as it stirred with quiet life once again.

Edward stood beside you at the threshold. His hand gently brushed yours, fingers cold but familiar. Even now, you could feel the weight of hesitation in him—like he expected this to collapse, to fade. But it didn’t. Not with you.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his golden eyes fixed on the house.

“I am,” you said softly, lacing your fingers through his. “Are you?”

He turned to look at you, and that unreadable emotion flickered behind his gaze—the kind only he could hold. Love, pain, awe, guilt. He’d told you everything about Bella, about the torment of leaving her and the emptiness that followed… until he found you. Your scent didn’t torment him. You were calm to his storm. And somehow, he could be close. He could touch you without fearing he’d lose control.

You had never tasted like a mistake.

——

The rest of the Cullens welcomed you with wary warmth—especially Alice, who had seen you coming long before Edward had. She grinned when she saw you.

“You’re the reason he stopped brooding like a Brontë character,” she teased, wrapping you in a light hug. “Thank God.”

Even Rosalie nodded her approval—grudgingly, but that was something. Esme adored you instantly. Carlisle was curious, fascinated, but kind. And Emmett… well, Emmett kept making “finally got laid” jokes that made Edward scowl and you blush.

Forks High School, however, wasn’t as welcoming.

Word traveled fast.

The Cullens were back.

And Edward wasn’t alone.

——

Bella saw you before you saw her.

You were walking down the hallway with Edward—his hand low on your back, guiding you with gentle familiarity. You laughed at something he said, and he smiled, soft and small.

Bella froze. Her breath caught like a knot in her throat.

He wasn’t supposed to smile like that. Not after everything.

And certainly not at someone else.

——

It didn’t take long for her to confront him. Or you.

First, it was him. Cornered in the hallway between classes, her eyes pleading and raw.

“You left,” she whispered. “You said it was because I wasn’t good for you.”

Edward stood still, torn between memories and reality. “I did,” he said. “Because I thought keeping you safe meant staying away.”

She glanced at you, further down the hall, waiting for him. “But not her?”

“She doesn’t… affect me. Not like you did.”

Bella blinked. That hurt more than she thought it would. “So you can touch her.”

“Yes,” Edward said, unapologetic. “I can love her without fearing I’ll hurt her. She’s not in danger with me.”

Bella’s voice broke. “And I was?”

His eyes softened, regret flickering. “Always.”

——

Later, it was you.

She found you in the school library. Quiet. Reading. Alone.

Bella hesitated, then sat across from you without asking.

“You know he loved me, right?” she said without preamble.

You looked up slowly. Calmly.

“I know,” you said. “He told me everything.”

“Then why are you here?” she demanded, voice brittle. “Why did you come back with him?”

You closed the book.

“Because he loves me now,” you said evenly. “Because he chose me.”

Bella’s eyes filled with tears, but you didn’t waver. You weren’t cruel—you understood her pain. But Edward wasn’t a prize to be won. He was a person who made a choice.

And he chose you.

——

That night, Edward found you on the edge of the forest behind the house, staring into the mist.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded, curling into his side as he pulled you close.

“She’s hurting,” you said quietly.

“I know,” he murmured against your hair. “I hate that I caused that.”

“You did what you had to.”

He kissed your forehead—something he never could’ve done before. Something he never could do with Bella.

“But I’m here now,” he said. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

You turned your head, your eyes meeting his. “Promise?”

“I swear,” Edward whispered, and this time, when he kissed you fully, deeply—he didn’t hold back.

Because for the first time in his long existence, he didn’t have to.

My main masterlist

[sweetkpopmusings]

hyunjin coworker headcanons <3

a/n: i am determined!!! to finish this series of hcs asap asap asap...so hopefully that happens lol. truly obsessed with the idea of coworker!hyunjin, so i hope you are too :-) pics not mine <3

content: fluff, nonidol!au | wc: 0.9k | warnings: none really! | pairing: coworker!hyunjin x gn!reader | requests: open

office heartthrob!!!

who is a painfully huge dork <3

you learn this immediately. like so quickly that you get whiplash lol

on your first day you witness someone looking absolutely magnificent as they strut through the office

but, right before you can be properly intimidated, he trips on the carpet and acts as though he is having a heart attack even though he catches himself before he falls

who said being dramatic is unprofessional???

not hyunjin that's for sure 

you’re torn between laughing hysterically and asking whether he’s okay, and because of the first-day jitters, your brain manages to construct “you’re funny and okay?”

hyunjin just stares at you, and you’re ready to pack up your things, change your name, and move to a brand new city because why was THAT what i said?! 

then hyunjin cackles, managing to confirm that he’s okay once he wipes the tears from his eyes 

needless to say, 9:30-9:35 a.m. on your first day was quite eventful

from that very first interaction, hyunjin thinks you’re the funniest person on the planet 

the number of times he has fallen out of his chair after you made a joke has convinced the whole office of your comedic genius too :,-)

if hyunjin hears one of y’all’s coworkers repeating your joke, he’ll immediately step in and correct their delivery if it falls flat compared to yours which, in his opinion, it always does

you try to convince him to stop because people could get annoyed, but hyunjin stands firm in the fact that being the most annoying person in the office is worth it because he’s defending your honor :-(

like seriously he’s so dramatic for no reason but it’s his charm <333

it’s lowkey an office tradition for people to buy custom paintings from hyunjin around the holidays

he doesn’t mind the extra cash and he loves getting more practice, especially since people will request things outside his comfort zone

seeing as you’re special and “cooler than everyone else here, except for me, of course,” hyunjin gives you one as a surprise because he’s so thankful to have you at work and in his life <3333

hyunjin practically melts into the floor when he sees how excited you get after unwrapping it :’-)

you obviously display it proudly at your desk for everyone to see and be jealous of

and hyunjin blushes a bit and smiles really big (even if he tries to hide it) every single time he sees the artwork on your desk :,,,-) he’s simultaneously so proud and so honored

trust and believe that any gift you give him will be enshrined on his desk FOREVER

even if it’s a napkin with a drawing from a time you two went to a nearby coffee shop on your break, hyunjin cherishes it more than anything 

he gets it framed so it is protected from “the elements” whatever that means in an office lmao

sometimes he tries to correct you if you’re working on a project together and gets SOOOOO smug and then after fifteen minutes of gloating you look at him and quietly say “hyunjin…”

and he’s standing there like 🤨

when you tell him what the actual answer to the question is,  the man is CRUSHED to find out that he was wrong

almost every time he says, “there goes my dream of being the smartest person in the office”

as soon as you remind him he’s the most stylish and gorgeous person in the office, his pout disappears and he looks at you like 😁and boom! embarrassment at being a little dumb is gone forever

speaking of stylish

hyunjin loooooooooooves shopping with you for work clothes

weather’s changing?? hyunjin has sent you a calendar invite for a post-work shopping trip! work event coming up??? hyunjin has booked a conference room during the workday for you two to plan out your outfits!

he’s down to shop at any store you want, whether it’s high-end or thrifting

even if you can’t find clothes you like, there’s nothing more fun than putting together outfits for each other and cracking up during your fashion shows

any time hyunjin wears an outfit you helped him to create, he mentions it every 5-10 seconds

like so much so that people are coming up to compliment you for your fashion taste 

and you’re just sitting at your desk like ???? thank you ???

it all makes sense when you see hyunjin wearing the sweater vest with teddy bears you begged him to try on

if you’re wearing something he picked out for you, he will walk around to literally everybody and ask, “wow! doesn’t y/n look amazing today?”

he’ll also say to you “whoa! whoever told you to get that has impeccable taste”

you always tease him by saying you can’t remember who you bought it with LOL

he feels so proud to know you that he brags about you all. the. time. 

not just about your fashion–hyunjin thinks absolutely everything about you should be celebrated

there is a y/n fan club at your work and hyunjin is the founder, president, and outreach specialist <333

while he mostly expresses it by teasing you, he thinks you are incredibly smart, talented, kind, funny, beautiful, and perfect in every way

on the morning of your 1-year work anniversary, you find your favorite drink on your desk with a card next to it

in the card is a handwritten letter from hyunjin, outlining all the moments he has loved spending with you over the past year, as well as messages of encouragement and wishes for many more special, shared moments to come 

while you two met because he almost fell flat on his face, hyunjin can’t think of a better thing that has ever happened to him at work because, if he wasn’t so clumsy, he may never have bonded with his favorite person in the world (you <3333)

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ ｗａｎｎａ ｂｅ ｙｏｕｒｓ♡

♡ Pairing: bouncer!bang chan x stripper!chubby!fem!reader

♡ Summary: You've had your eye on a bouncer who works at your club for the longest time. Tonight may just be the night that you get your chance with him

♡ Genre: smut/angst-ish

♡ Word Count: 1.5kish

♡ Warnings: light violence during fight scene, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, dick riding (in the fun sense)

If years of being a dancer have taught you anything it’s how to pretend to give a shit when you’d much rather be at home vegetating. It’s not that you hate your job. You simply aren’t always in the mood to socialize. But the club’s packed tonight and bills need to be paid.

At least the customers are generous, the music’s tolerable, and your best friend’s scheduled to work with you. Spinning around on the pole, you spot her over by the bar lighting a sparkler inside a bottle of champagne. She waves to you, blowing you a kiss. You blow one right back at her.

A sweet moment's swiftly interrupted by the thud of a body crashing onto your platform. With the music blaring overhead, you hadn’t noticed the fight breaking out behind you between bouncers and a few frat boys who’ve clearly had one too many vodka shots. The frat boy laid out at your feet has blood gushing from his nose, ruining his shirt and risking the safety of your brand new stilettos.

He sees the bouncer responsible for his broken nose headed in his direction and so do you. Both of your heart rates increase for opposing reasons. His because, despite his blurred vision, he’s ready to go another round. Yours because the bouncer in question is Bang Chan or Channie as he lets you call him.

You’ve had an embarrassingly heavy crush on the platinum blonde haired Aussie since your first night working here. Somehow you’ve managed to remain oblivious to the fact that the feeling’s mutual. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of the frat boy sneaking a knife from his pocket.

You stomp down on his wrist, applying your full weight, and you feel something crunch beneath your heel. He cries out in pain, the knife falling to the floor. Now his nose isn’t the only thing that’s broken.  Chan grabs him by the shirt, tossing him into the arms of two other bouncers waiting nearby.

You’ve never seen him this angry before but his rage is fleeting when he rises from retrieving the knife and lays eyes on you. He smiles up at you, basking in your beauty like you’re one of those goddess statues in a museum. Masterfully carved in marble and perfect in every sense of the word.

“My hero” he gasps, hand over his heart. You roll your eyes, “Dramatic much?” Chan takes your manicured hand, kissing it so gently that it sends a chill through your body. “Thank you. I mean it. I owe you one.” His thumb strokes the back of your hand, your gazes lingering on each other as the rest of the world fades away.

It returns with a roar as the fight erupts again. “I, uh…” he stutters, torn between the longing to stay with you and his obligation to fulfill his duties. “Go. Do your job. No slacking” you tease, shooing him away. Chan blushes, grateful that the darkness of the club conceals it, and disappears into the crowd.

Being the professional that you are, you immediately go back to dancing. Your mind’s even farther gone than before, floating somewhere in the clouds treasuring the tingle left behind by his kiss like it’s gold. 

“Absolutely not” you sing, slamming the door to your locker. In the dressing room girls crowd around a half dozen vanities, dashing between clothing racks, hurrying to put the finishing touches on their looks before they’re called to the floor. You, on the other hand, have already changed into a hoodie and a cozy pair of sweats.

The night’s over for you. At least it was before your best friend cornered you, begging to borrow your car. “Oh, come on. Please, please, please” she pouts, “It’s only until tomorrow and I’ll give it right back.” “And how exactly am I supposed to get home?” The grin that spreads across her glitter speckled face is adorable and concerning all at once.

Throwing her coat on, she takes your hand and drags you through one of the side doors where Chan leans against his car waiting for you. With the sleeves of his black dress shirt rolled up and a few buttons undone, you get a peek at the tattoos covering his muscular form. Whatever workout this man does has done sinfully good things to his body. 

Your best friend plucks the car keys from your hand, nudging you forward, “You look out for my girl, Bang Chan!” “I’ll take good care of her” he promises, opening the door for you. There’s something sensual about the way he says that. “I’ll take good care of her.” You throw the bag on your shoulder into the backseat, hesitating to get in yourself.

“You really don’t have to do this.” “I owe you, remember?” Unable to argue with him, you hop in and put your seatbelt on.  As sexy as he looks walking around to the driver’s side, you wouldn’t object to being taken care of by him.

You pinch yourself on the arm, shaking off the thought of anything happening between the two of you. He probably doesn’t want it to. Even if he did, you work together. Something like that would never happen. It can’t...

An hour’s passed and you’re thrown across your bed, knees pressed to your chest, breathing like a pregnant woman in a Lamaze class. You have no clue where your clothes went but honestly, who the hell cares? Chan’s face is buried between your legs, slurping at your pussy like it’s the only thing he’s eaten in 48 hours.

Though that may not technically be true, you definitely taste better than any meal he’s had in recent memory. Your bed’s soaked from how wet you are, a year’s worth of anticipation dripping from his chin. He sucks your clit between his lips, circling it with his tongue and pulling away.

He repeats this over and over again, edging you to the point that you’re a trembling, overstimulated wreck. “Channie…” you whine, your eyes falling close as your nails dig into the sheets below. Chan grabs onto your lush hips, lifting you away from him, “Keep them open.

I wanna see those pretty eyes when I make you cum.” You pry them open and catch him staring up at you with nearly the same look he had at the club. Only now there’s an insatiable hunger behind those eyes. Grinding you down against his face, his tongue plunges into the depths of your warmth.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” is all you can say when he has you coming apart at the seams. “Mmm” he hums, sensing how close you are by the way your walls clench around his tongue. He flexes it along your g-spot and you’re cumming harder than you ever have. Your body’s twisting, pitiful moans fill the air, fingers grasping at his hair.

This must be what it feels like to have a demon exorcized or to be possessed by one. Either way, there’s nothing in this world like it. Even as your body goes limp, your mind going cloudy, Chan’s still kitten licking your slit to gather every drop of your juices. When he finally stops, he straightens your legs out, massaging them as he trails wet kisses up your stomach.

He takes the hand previously responsible for breaking someone’s nose and delicately toys with your nipples. They perk up for him, making each graze of his fingertip twice as intense. He drags his tongue over your bud. Up your chest. Along your chin. You open your mouth to catch your breath and he’s pulling you into a decadent kiss, laced with the sweetness of your arousal. 

“I knew you’d taste amazing but that was…” he groans, using two fingers to stroke between your folds, “I could stay between those thighs all night.” “You’ll have to come up for air at some point” you tease. Chan wraps his arms around your waist, hooking an arm behind your knee, “Breathing is overrated.”

In one fluid motion, he’s rolled you over on top of him, his thick cock resting against your twitching clit. Your legs are as structurally solid as jello but you manage to prop yourself up on them, fingers running along his length. “Is this all cause of lil old me?” you ask, dipping your thumb in the precum leaking from his tip and licking it off. 

Chan cups your cheek into his palm and you nuzzle it, kissing his palm. “Can I keep you?” You giggle at the question, raising your hips and sinking down onto him. “You can'' you moan, rotating your hips in graceful figure eights that have him ready to implode. A mixture of pleasure and panic floods his system.

It’d be embarrassing to cum this quickly but you’re making it impossible. It takes everything he has to hold back watching you have this much fun using his dick to make yourself feel good. 

Chan gets it, how men can throw everything in their pockets at you when you’re on stage. He’d empty every bank account in his name to have you sit on his face. Just sit there. Not even move.

[pachu09]

Esper/Guide, still Ninja AU

( Fire or any other Nin Countries still hasn't been unified in this AU )

Tobirama frowns, then proceeds to poke his pointer finger on the hand that was presented to him. He could hear Hashirama's loud exasperated sigh behind him. His scowled deepen. What?. Just because the one he's Guiding is a Senju doesn't mean he had to have a more physical contact with his....patients. He glared at the man in front of him and he felt pretty satisfied as the man violently flinch and looked away from his gaze. His cold Chakra immediately rushes into the veins of his patient to eliminate any toxins ( an unknown blight that plagues and accumulates in the internal body of the Espers; if they used too much of their Powers ) that was slowly spreading throughout the man's body. It seemed the idiot had tried to continously used his Esper abilities regardless of the imbalance in his body. He sneered at the man and internally he is satisfied as the man sweated bullets as he stared him down.

" Enough with the disappointed sighing, Anija. I am doing my job effectively, there is literally no reason for you to be this condescending about my work. " he shooed the man away when it looks like his complexion was back at its normal state. The man after murmuring a quiet thank you, literally jump out of the seat and nearly face planted on the floor in his haste to avoid more of Tobirama’s wrath. The Albino then glowered at his next patient, the woman who furiously blushes when he made eye contact.

" Akiho-san. You...do not even need my Guiding for today....." Tobirama wanted to close his eyes and pretend he doesn't have to deal with a Clan full of idiotic members. But he is a professional so he maintained his perfectly poker face as he non gently shooed away Senju Akiho. He ignored the woman's fake sniffling ss his Brother led her away. Tobirama’s eyes lost its frostiness as he looked down at his next patient. A small teenager that goes by the name of Senju Itsuki. The boy is only thirteen years old, yet Hashirama had to put him as a Frontline Fighter when the boy manifested as an Esper. Not yet powerful but he will be if he somehow survived up to his sixteenth birthday.

" Hello, Tobirama-sama. " Itsuki's shy voice made Tobirama internally melt.

" Hello, Itsuki-kun. I hope you had never push yourself to your maximum limit for today. "

Itsuki shook his head in denial, his blond hair looked unkempt after his impromptu shaking. " No. Aniki is with me; so I didn't really have to use my ability much today. "

Tobirama's eyes flick to the other teenager behind Itsuki. Senju Ichiro is Senju Itsuki older Brother by five years age gap. Whereas Itsuki still retain his childlike innocence. Ichiro had lost his, the day when a Gate opened atop of their house and killed all of their immediate family. Only Itsuki ( among the children ) survived that day since the boy was out with his friends to play, while Ichiro guarded one of the border of the Senju territory.

Tobirama did his best to care for the boys. But as a main Branch of the Senju he ( nor Hashirama ) cannot care for them personally but had to rely on the closest blood relatives the two boys had. Thankfully, their closest relatives are decent enough into raising the boys properly. As much as a child can be raised properly in a War torn Country that is.

The Albino took ahold of both Itsuki and Ichiro's hands. He ignored the sharp inhaling of both boys as he concentrated on expeling the foul toxins inside the siblings veins. Itsuki wasn't lying when he said he didn't use his Esper abilities since the toxins inside his body isn't much of a danger. But Ichiro did have an alarmingly high concentration of toxins already circulating near his heart. Tobirama with an annoyed huff easily guided his Chakra in smothering the noxious substance. It took at least a complete five minutes of Guiding before Tobirama deemed both boys to be healthy enough to go back to their own Home.

The Albino gracefully accepted Itsuki's bento box as a thank you gift. He ignored old man Masahiro's ( his next patient ) judging eyebrows at his action.

For the rest of the day, Tobirama did his usual routine of Guiding his Clanmates without a complaint. Even when Hashirama nudges him to eat his lunch first he ignored his Brother and continued Guiding some of the old Clan members who they cannot afford to be out of the Battlefield.

When the sun was near setting, ( and no Esper was left needing any Guidance ) Tobirama finally glance at his Brother and asked.

" There seemed to be something on your mind, Anija. Do you want to talk about it?. "

Hashirama staring back at him with a grim expression ( a first in a decade ) nearly made Tobirama jump up from his seat in surprise. He opens his mouth and was ready to demand an answer when his Anija beat him.

" Today, an Uchiha Clan missive was delivered to us. It contains a demand that they'll agree to a ceasefire and even an alliance if I let you heal one of their higher Clan mate. A strong Esper from the sound of it even. "

Tobirama took a deep breath and avoided his Brother's eyes. " The Uchiha probably thinks you'll agree in a heartbeat, since the one who needed treatment was Uchiha Madara. "

Hashirama's comforting Chakra suddenly stilling for a second made Tobirama felt quickly unsettled. He really didn't like it when his Brother controls his emotions because it always felt like a dying plant with his Sensing.

Tobirama grimaced. " I will agree to treat Uchiha Madara as if he's a Senju. Just make sure whatever contract they passed on you, Mito had to read it. Honestly, no offense Anija. But I don't trust you to read all the scrolls the Uchiha will send to us. You might missed something important if you don't let Mito take a look at it. "

Hashirama's grim face stared at Tobirama’s glowering expression.

" Are you sure you're up to do it, Tobi?. "

Tobirama's scowl deepen. " I'm a professional, Anija. I don't need you doubting me on this. "

Hashirama's face smoothens. " I am not doubting you. I am actually doubting Madara. What if you know...." his Brother trailed off. Tobirama knows what his Brother is implying. The rumors that Espers cannot resist in claiming Guides. And Tobirama with his outstanding Guiding ability ( no one outside the Clan really knows how great his Guiding was ) will probably be a great temptation to any Esper with a decent Sensing. Madara undoubtedly is one of them. He'll probably quickly gauge what Tobirama's level was if he got close enough to the man. Hopefully, by the time he managed to get rid of the Toxins inside Madara's body. The man himself would be too out of it to Sense Tobirama's presence near him.

Tobirama grimaced. " Well, I do have faith that Uchiha will be too disgusted at the thought of bonding with a Senju. So you may lay your worry to rest, Anija. "

Hashirama stared at him for a moment. " I still feel uneasy. Otouto. "

The Albino massages his suddenly aching temples. " We don't have a choice, Anija. We have to quickly unify most Clans if we want to survive the Gates for years to come. The Nin Clans all across the Fire Country cannot sustain their isolation any longer and we too are on the brink of it, whether we like it or not. "

Hashirama's unhappy expression made Tobirama soften for a moment. " Trust me on this, Anija. If we can make peace with the Uchiha, the village you dreamed of will finally come true. "

A week later, Hashirama sends his last Brother to the Uchiha with a heavy heart. It will take at least a week at most for Tobirama to heal Madara and negotiate with the whole of Uchiha.

But then a week passed and there is no Tobirama that went back to the Senju Clan. Instead, Hashirama received only a scroll of Uchiha Madara's handwriting that he will agree into building a Village with the Seniu as long Senju Tobirama will be wedded to him.

It took all of Mito and Touka's skill and determination into calming down an enraged Hashirama ( the man wanted to crush the Uchiha as a whole – peace negotiations be damned – for daring to detained and demand the hand of his Brother. )

Hashirama had to forcefully calm down his raging thoughts lest he killed most of the Senju. And for the first time in his life, he had to think logically about what correct steps he had to do next or he would never see his baby Brother ever again if he refuses to play his crucial parts.

~●~●~

It took two months of difficult negotiations before the Uchiha collectively agreed into building the village. Hashirama at that time had to restrain himself from killing the smug ( ex friend ) bastard that dared to claim his beloved Otouto.

Madara had acted as if he didn’t do any heinous crime. He talked to Hashirama as if he didn't took away the last person Hashirama whole heartedly cherished ( aside from his beloved Wife ).

When Konoha had been tentatively built with the bare bones infrastructures...

It was the only time Hashirama had finally met his Brother again...

And what he saw makes the rage in his blood roar furiously again.

He realized didn’t like seeing Madara practically smothering his Brother everywhere they went. Tobirama might not tell it with his expressions nor with words, but his cold and wintry Chakra wavering for a second whenever Madara invaded his space tells Hashirama all he needed to know.

That his Brother wasn't as happy to Bond with Madara like everyone thought.

All he know is that he needed to get Tobirama away from an obsessive Esper, who wouldn’t know how to treat him right.

( Hashirama was wrong about it, but that's a story for another time. )..

[chaethewriter]

Voices Of The Nights

(OPLA!) RORONOA ZORO X READER

A/N: I wrote this for a writing assignment— but I imagined it was Zoro while writing this. Might not be accurate to lore but enjoy!!

Word count: 1,8K

she/her pronouns, fluff, enemies to lovers?

This was the worst idea ever. Taking on a job with this asshole was one thing, but also sharing a room with him after spending an entire day of misfortune was another. Everything about him annoyed her. An entire day of his mocking and insults was enough– getting on her nerves until a vein on her forehead was close to bursting. She was looking forward to an entire night on her own, in her own space, without seeing that menace of a swordsman for even five hours.

Was that too much to ask for?

Just peace and quiet?

Whatever.

12:00 am. Her gaze moved to the way his body stumbled through the hallway. It made her blood boil. He had blocked an attack to save her, resulting in a large cut from his left shoulder to his abdomen. His clothes were all torn apart from the sharp of the weapon cutting through his skin. It smelled like iron. The hallways were starting to reek of it. Not surprising with the way the blood gushed out of his wounds like a waterfall. He was far worse off than her, after all.

But why did he do it?

Why did he save her?

Did he think of her as weak?

The way his hand shook as he pushed the key into its lock annoyed her. Everything about him annoyed her. She locked the door after she entered after him, her eyes following his movements, his blood basically leaking everywhere and covering the hotel's furniture.

"Stay on the floor. You're gushing blood everywhere." She threw her satchel from her shoulder as she pulled at his arm to stop him from falling into the comfort of the bed. The pull was so hard, resulting in him falling on his back on the cold hard floor. He hissed out a cuss her way, but she ignored it as she basically gripped onto his top and ripped it in half. Revealing his torso, she had to fight the blush that was tempted to show itself.

"Like what you see? Take a picture it lasts longer... argh fuck.." his face was husky as he spoke, soon growing horse and not soon after coughing fit leaving his throat.

"That's what you get for being annoying, now hold still," her hand made way to his chest, touching around the area as her other hand dug into her satchel. Her fingers danced around his pecs. Only to see where it hurt, of course. No other reason. Her fingers lingered a little too long against his skin, and he seemed to notice the gesture. His lips parted as to say something, but she shut him up by pushing a cloth into his mouth.

"This is going to hurt, big boy.." That wasn't a lie. It's going to hurt like shit. And that much was clear from the way he groaned and moved when the alcohol hit his wounds. He had a hard time staying still, moving on top of his lap to keep him down, "Aren't you used to alcohol in your system? Stay still, you're annoying. I'm trying to be gentle." And that also wasn't a lie, as she carefully tended to his wounds– her touches soft on his skin.

2:30am. He was passed out on the bed, the blood that pooled under him seeping into the wooden floor and drying into his skin. Bandages securely wrapped around his torso with the blanket keeping his warm. It's drying up. They will notice. The water is no use.

How to clean this mess?

At least he will be fine.. her eyes looked from the now red cloth she tried to rub the blood with to the unconcious man on the bed. She huffed out in annoyance.

Why did he need to be such a drag?

Always causing problems for her. Yet she would always be ready to care for him.

Why did she even bother?

She didn't understand how she felt. She walked from the bathroom to the bedroom a few more times with old cloths in hand, wetting them and putting them down on the floor– making her way to his bedside. She took a seat on the bed, more like leaning since she barely had any space to properly sit down.

"Why did you block that attack, stupid? Now I need to take care of you. It's all just a pain in the ass!" Her lip shivered as her hand made its way to his torso, pressing around on the bandages to feel if they're still secure, "wake up, you're not weak, are you? You're delaying our mission..!"

That's just it, right? It's all about the mission. It always was. But her eyes said something else, as they softened everytime she glanced his way. Even if she didn't notice it herself.

4:00 am. She was sat on the floor, her back leaned against the side of the bed– that if she looked to the right, he would be in her sight. Not that she would want to. Only glancing his way to see if he was still breathing. At least four times every ten minutes. Just the right amount of times to check.

That wasn't weird at all.

She just had to make sure he wouldn't leave her here all alone on this mission. Occasionally checking on his wounds to see how the wounds were healing, still telling herself she doesn't care and that she will never care. And so she sat, sitting and waiting wide awake– secretly praying to the gods that he would wake up.

In the meantime she couldn't fall asleep.

She wouldn't.

Not with him unable to defend himself. She didn't want them to judge her for being weak, which is stupid since it's his own fault for bleeding out enough liquid to drown the lands. He would flinch from time to time, the bed creaking underneath him as she felt it dip against her back. She would turn around in an instance, her eyes widening as she slightly shook his arm– but to no avail.

8:00 am. Her eyes were stone cold, staring at the wall in front of her. The same wall she had been staring at for the past hours. If you would cover her eyes and ask her what her surroundings looked like, she could tell you in an instance. Sitting cross-legged with his precious sword in her hands, keeping it safe until he woke up. Her grip was tight, fists balled up into the material, ready to pull the blade out of its sheath. Her head would slowly roll back, finding comfort for her neck as her eyes would flutter shut– this wouldn't last long as she would jolt awake.

She had no idea how much time went by, not until the sun shone bright in her eyes and a voice whispered in her ear, hot breath tickling her skin, "been waiting for me, pretty girl?"

The hairs stood straight as her eyes widened, turning around and basically knocking the handle of his own sword into his face.

He groaned loudly, immediately falling back onto the bed with a loud cough, "what the hell was that for!?" She watched him with a shocked face, dropping the sword (not without him scolding her how she had to be careful with that) to grab at his shoulders, "you can't just- just up and go ahead and whisper like that in my ear?!?!?" She was basically burning up, face growing red.

The heat was radiating off her. Incredibly flustered and speechless, she went and smacked him on his torso, right on his healing injury. "Why did you block that attack for me, you asshole?!" She basically screamed into his face, eyes teary (from exhaustion, of course) as she remained eye contact with him.

He just looked up at her while covering his chest with his hand, an attempt to relieve the stinging caused by her slap. But he didn't answer. He kept his mouth shut and stared into her eyes. This made her blood boil even more, but she didn't know the exact reason. "Answer me!! Don't just shut up like a coward! You blocked me from an axe attack, so act like the man you think you are!"

Was she even making sense?

Calling him names to convince herself that she could care less about him.

Calling him names to make it sound like she doesn't care about him.

Calling him names all along to try and create enough distance to not come to terms with her feelings.

Her true feelings.

"You're so fucking stupid! Mindlessly jumping in front of weapons like you're made of steel?!? Is that head of yours empty?!" She bumped her fist into his head, punching his temple to see if it sounded as hollow as she thought.

"Cut that out." He grabbed her wrist to stop him from knocking at his face, also using it as leverage to pull her on top of him. She quickly put her hands on the bed, on either side of his face, careful not to wound him any further than he already is.

"You're such a nuisance, running that pretty little mouth." If it was possible, her cheeks grew even redder at that statement, "w-well! You're at fault here! Always commenting on anything I do! Then throwing yourself in front of me?! Do you think I'm weak?! Is that it! That's what you think, right?!" She leaned in closer to him, their noses touching as her voice grew louder by the second.

The thought of him thinking she's weak upset her.

Didn't she show how capable she was?

What more could she do?

"That's not it, it's-" but she cut him off, like she did too often. "Then tell me! Why do you mock me? Make fun of me everyday? Think I can't protect myself? Why are you pulling at my heartstrings! It hurts, you know?!"

He was right.

She ran her mouth too often. And he had to shut her up by putting his hand on the back of her head– at least he tried to with the pain shooting through his entire body and pushing his mouth into hers. Sharing a kiss as the sun illuminated their faces.

Let me know what you thought with a comment! <3 thank you sm for reading!

[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

What would your ocs react to seeing their dearest y/n in a big hoodie honestly? Just absolutely drowning in it. Or maybe wearing their hoodie/clothing? (Idk you can pick hehe) Cause I think that would be super cute :3

ALSO also I hope your day is amazing friend!! Have a warm cup of tea to go with it!

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Why, Anon, I am so glad you asked!!

Jasper- Jasper doesn't really wear clothes. He's tried shirts before but... meh. He's good at scavenging though, and he probably found the hoodie while out looking for something to keep his darling warm. He'd think it was the cutest thing- Y/N looked like a little hatchling in it, and it seemed to do the job of keeping her cozy.

Alaric- Alaric is not the type to wear hoodies. But if for some reason Y/N got ahold of one of his lab coats, he'd be a blushing mess. The cuteness would be too much. He'd make her give it back, but not before snapping a picture on his phone.

Viridis- Viridis, like Jasper, doesn't really wear anything except a crystal pendant. He absolutely loves to dress up Y/N in all the pretty clothes and accessories he finds on ships. If Y/N tried on his crystal pendant though, he'd find it most endearing. He'd insist on getting her a matching one.

Lucien- Lucien would just be confused, really. Why would Y/N want to wear his clothes??? They're too big for her, and they're not exactly comfortable. Vests, dress shirts, long coats, too frilly in his opinion. The only thing that's really comfortable outside of sleepwear is his cloak he uses to shield himself from the sun. Y/N would look like some kind of cultist in it for sure, her entire face would be obscured and the fabric would drag on the ground. Lucien would have to go excuse himself for fear of her seeing him blush.

Jacinth- Jacinth has already dressed Y/N in fae clothes, but if Y/N were to wear one of Jacinth's outfits, he'd find it both amusing and endearing. He'd probably let her keep it if she really liked it.

Kai- If Y/N was shivering on a cold night, Kai would of course wrap her in his coat. He'd be quite pleased with himself, saying that the garment suits her nicely (it's way too big on her, and honestly it's a little big on Kai in the first place). He'd even slip his hat over her head, and it would droop over her eyes.

Kiran- *cue the 'honey? where's my super suit?' scene from The Incredibles* The formfitting hero suit that shows off every muscle on Solar Flare, would look like wrinkly elephant's skin on Y/N. Kiran would find it cute if there wasn't in fact a crime happening right now that he really needed to take care of. "Darling, you're precious, but I need that please- yes, the mask, too. Thank you." He'd be so torn between admiring her in it and having to take it from her to do his job.

Colt- His scarf and hat on Y/N would make her look like a real outlaw... sorta. He might put them on her to disguise her while they're out, and if his face was red? It was just the Texas heat, obviously. No other reason.

Caius- This is complicated. Y/N is the only person in the cult allowed to wear gold jewelry and gold-embroidered robes, and for her to wear the high priest's silver instead? Well... it just wouldn't be proper. It teeters on blasphemy even. Now, there is also the other end of the spectrum... Y/N would definitely not fit into Caius' tactical gear. It would definitely weigh her down and she'd probably have no idea what half of it's used for. It might also be a security breach if she even tried it on. Ah well, Caius won't tell. Not if she behaves.

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Service Wolf

After graduating Nevermore Academy Wednesday attends the prestigious Alighieri Institute to hone her psychic abilities as she continues her detective work. Enid joins her as her service werewolf; there to alert her of visions and try to keep her out of danger as much as possible. All characters 18 years or older. Wenclair.

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Chapter 6

"Which tells, as things approach a perfect state

To keener joy or suffering they are stirred."

"My phone…" Enid repressed a groan as soon as she saw the shattered screen. She crouched down and picked it up delicately as if it were a wounded animal.

"Does it still work?" Wednesday asked as she scooped up the scattered remains of Enid's torn clothes and handed them to Lurch. Enid carefully pressed her thumb to the screen. It lit up at once.

"Huh?" Enid furrowed her brow as she stared at the message on the screen.

"What?" Wednesday asked as she inspected the mangled remains of Enid's shoes. She spotted the logos on them and pointed them out to Lurch. "I want exact replacements." She instructed him in a low voice. Lurch nodded.

"Someone tried to unlock it." Enid said, walking back to show her.

"And I assume they were unsuccessful?" Wednesday asked, looking between the phone and her.

"I think so." Enid said, turning it over before cursing and nearly dropping it.

"What?" Wednesday said, quickly taking a step back as if it might explode.

"We could have checked for fingerprints!" Enid said, pulling her sleeves over her hands as she held it out to Wednesday. Wednesday cleared her throat and made to take it but Enid pulled it back suddenly. "Oh my god! Why can't I think this morning?" She said in frustration as she began sniffing it over.

"Mi lobita." Wednesday said quietly so Lurch wouldn't hear. She awkwardly patted Enid on the arm. "It was a long night-" She tried to reason. Enid stopped sniffing her phone and blinked slowly as she turned to look at Wednesday.

"What?" She asked, bewildered.

"I'm just saying you need not 'beat yourself up' over this." Wednesday said bracingly.

"No, no. I got that part." Enid said, tilting her head to the side. "I'm talking about the part before that."

"Oh." Wednesday withdrew her hand. "I see. If that - that term of endearment is offensive-"

"Did you just give me a pet name?" Enid asked as her pupils dilated.

"Lo siento, I mean, I'm sorry if now is not the appropriate time for such things." Wednesday said, becoming somewhat flustered. "I was merely trying to provide comfort in your distressed state."

"Aw, Wednes." Enid said, slightly choked with emotion.

"Forget I said anything." Wednesday said quickly as a faint blush crept across her face. "I am derailing our investigation."

"That's okay." Enid beamed as she took one of Wednesday's hands in her own.

"It's not but that is beside the point." Wednesday coughed. "The interloper who disturbed our investigation last night, what else do you remember of them? What were they armed with?"

"Oh, um," Enid glanced back behind them and let go of Wednesday's hand. "Well, they were at least this tall." Enid said, placing her hand on one of the columbariums. Wednesday frowned; It couldn't have been the murderer judging by the height discrepancy Enid indicated. "And come to think of it, I don't really know if they were armed."

"What?" Wednesday said, glancing back at Enid's wounded leg. "Then how-?" She gestured.

"I probably cut it when I was running." Enid shrugged. Wednesday put a hand to her face. "Hey! It was dark and we were in a gross creepy old graveyard investigating a murder!" She said in her own defense. "Of course I was on edge!" Wednesday muttered something under her breath and sighed heavily.

"Enid, you are far more formidable than anything that could ambush us." She attempted to explain without frustration.

"Yeah, well!" Enid huffed. "You were unconscious and I'd rather be safe than sorry." She said, crossing her arms. Wednesday kept her mouth closed. There was no point in extending this senseless disagreement. Apparently Enid felt the same way as she continued. "Anyway, what did you find?"

"What did you?" Wednesday asked, pointing to her phone. Enid glanced down at it and gave it another sniff then shrugged.

"It just smells like the plants and dirt from around here." She said then waited for Wednesday.

"The bodies," She said, pacing towards the open space between the columbariums, "were laid out like so." She said, withdrawing a piece of chalk from her pocket and roughly sketching it out. Enid tilted her head from side to side as she looked at the outline.

"I don't know what that shape is supposed to be."

"Yes, but I see we are in agreement that the killer is trying to create some sort of symbol or shape with his victims." Wednesday said, taking a step back. "Six bodies, fifteen years ago, and in a cemetery…" She started to pace as she thought. "Then he commits seven murders seven years after this and displays the bodies behind a courthouse." She chewed her lip. "If this is indeed the pattern I think it is…" Her voice trailed off. Her eyes flicked over to Enid and her phone.

"Wednes!" Enid snapped suddenly as she looked around. Wednesday froze with her hand halfway into her pocket. Enid strode over. "What were you about to touch?" Wednesday withdrew her hand. "Did you pick something up?"

"Curious." Wednesday said, with a small frown.

"What were you about to touch?" Enid repeated seriously.

"Is it a bad one?" She asked.

"No but," Enid looked around the cemetery, "I don't want you having a vision here again. Can we go back to campus first?"

"Very well." Wednesday agreed.

"Seriously though." Enid said, placing both hands on her shoulders. "What did you pick up?"

"I was going to check my mobile phone." Wednesday said.

"What?" Enid said as her eyes widened in shock. "Why is there a vision connected to it now?"

"A question I would very much like an answer to as well." Wednesday said, nodding to Lurch as they started to leave the cemetery. Her brow started to furrow. "I believe this may have just confirmed a theory of mine."

"Which is?" Enid asked.

"He's going to commit his next set of murders this year." Wednesday said grimly. "Eight victims this time."

"How do you know?" Enid asked, feeling unnerved.

"I can explain on the drive back." Wednesday said, waving a hand dismissively. "However, I believe our next course of action shall include contacting the appropriate authorities and keeping a close eye on any missing-" Enid's phone buzzed. She glanced down at it and stopped in her tracks. She said nothing as she showed Wednesday the message on her phone.

CLEAR Alert

Jericho, VT CLEAR ALERT: Tina Shepard, Age 54, Caucasian Female. Check local media for more info.

"You don't think…?" Enid asked in a half whisper.

"Research what you can on her and look up any others that have gone missing this year." Wednesday said. "If we can determine a pattern we might be able to narrow down who he shall target next."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62565664/chapters/162084049

[swallowedbyfandom]

Portia is ashamed to admit she finds herself rattled by her discussion with Penelope. She had not considered how much debt remains on the estate. While the influx of inheritance money was used to settle the immediate debts. There are still many debts that are frozen until such time as a new Baron is named. What money they have remaining from the inheritance will likely not be enough to actually get all their affairs in order. Not to mention all the renovations and upkeep their lands and tenants will require.

Portia has never had to concern herself with business affairs. That is what husbands are for. It is clear she was too hasty in marrying her daughters off. For heaven's sake, she had to explain to Mr. Finch how one goes about consummating a marriage. Penelope is her only remaining child that can be married off advantageously.It is glaringly clear that Penelope has no intentions of looking out for anyone's interest but her own. How the hell did Penelope end up her most promising child?

She may have to find an another husband, for her future security. Someone with children in need of a mother. She shudders at the thought. She needs a man that can help her train her son in laws. She will wait to see if she gets a grandson first. Perhaps the situation with the estate is not so dire.

She spends her time during calling hours torn between watching Penelope charm and navigate the many gentlemen calling and worry over what the future may bring. Decades of tolerating Archibald and she is back at square one. Good lord, will her poor girls end up her here in a few years? She tries to distract herself watching the gentlemen whom seem most interested in her youngest daughter.

The Marquis from Vienna seems throughly taken with Penelope. He arrived early with a beautiful floral arrangement and gifts her what appeared to be a solid silver dessert fork tied with a pretty bow. Her daughter gives him a mischievous smirk and vows to carry it always. She watches Penelope slip it into her reticule. They chuckle like children over it. Portia wonders if this is a bizarre Austrian custom. She has heard of welsh love spoon. However she has never before heard any tales tied to forks. She will have to look into it to ensure it is not improper.

Lord Samadani watches her daughter with keen interest in his eyes and laughter twitching at his lips. She would prefer her daughter not move so far away for marriage. Now that she can see what an untapped resource Penelope is, she does not want to let her go. However with his title, and wealth she would not be able to reasonably decline. He also holds the Queen's favor. She cannot question his character without offending the Queen's taste.

Watching Lord Fife attempting to charm Penelope is deeply disturbing. Her daughter sends subtle glares at him, while he all but pants at her feet. She swears she witnessed him shiver at the scathing tone Penny directed at him when she shot down his invitation to promenade that afternoon.

Her daughter had quickly spat out her denial.

"With the way you are currently panting Lord Fife, I cannot imagine taking you for a walk without a collar and a leash. I am unsure where we would find such accessories to fit you. So I will have to decline."

That scoundrel had released a whimper so obscene, it made her blush. Her youngest daughter seemed confused over the sound. She quickly signaled over a maid and had Penelope escorted to her room.

Unfortunately for Lord Fife, news of his behavior becomes the hottest gossip that evening at every Gentlemen's club. It is also responsible for the fist fight between him and Colin Bridgerton that happens outside the Featherington home. To the delight of all the gentlemen currently awaiting their turn to speak with Miss Penelope, Portia Featherington goes on a flustered, scandalized rant.

"Never in all my years have I felt so violated. How dare you come into my home and attempt to ...to...to bring yourself to climax using my daughter's voice. I run a proper household. I have raised proper ladies. Why the whole of society seems to hold Marina Thompson's sins against me and my girls, I shall never know. I did not ask for that girl and her illegitimate spawn to come into my home and hold our reputations hostage. My husband allowed that! I DID NOT RAISE THAT CHIT! I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR HER DISGUSTING LACK OF JUDGEMENT! STILL IT IS MY DAUGHTERS WHOM HAD THEIR MARRIAGE PROSPECTS SUFFER. STILL IT IS THE VIRTUE OF MY GIRLS THAT IS QUESTIONED! STILL IT IS I WHOM IS KNOW AS A SCHEMER."

Portia Featherington to the great horror of the gentlemen watching seems to collapse in on herself.

"JUST BECAUSE WE ARE WITHOUT A LORD DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN ATTEMPT TO DISHONOR MY DAUGHTER. LORD FIFE, YOU ARE BANNED FROM MY HOME. I HEREBY, REJECT YOUR SUIT FOR MY DAUGHTER!"

They all watch Portia attempt to regain her composure.

"Mr Bridgerton, I scolded my daughter when she turned down your marriage proposal. I thought in light of all the scandal we have weathered due to the dishonorable men in our lives, she was being overreaching." She let out a scoff. "I understand now why your association with Lords Fife and Stanton made her question your integrity and honor as a gentleman. Frankly after what I just witnessed I too, have my doubts. Consider this your notice, Mr. Bridgerton. If I see a single hint that you harbor any perversions similar to your friend, I will have you thrown from my home instantly. If you attempt to take any liberties with my daughter I will see you ruined. My daughter may not have a Lord's protection but he has a mother's."

Still visibly trembling Portia turns to the rest of her captive audience. She gives them a shakily tight smile.

"I apologize for the inconvenience gentlemen. I am suddenly feeling quite overwrought. I am afraid I must cancel today's calling hours. I shall allow for callers tomorrow. I also apologize for shouting. I admit that witnessing such a vulgar act committed in front of my unsuspecting daughter was too great a shock for me. I must go tend to my daughter now. I need to find a way to explain what has taken place without compromising Penelope's innocence. My staff will see you out. Good day, Sirs."

She sweeps out of the room, leaving silence in her wake. Men are the lowest of all the life forms, she cannot help thinking. She hopes her performance is enough to head off talks about Penelope's virtue being compromised, by the vile display Fife made. She doesn't have her youngest's talent for feigned vulnerability.

Colin Bridgerton better make use of this opportunity she has just handed him. If he doesn't act to uphold Penelope's honor, she will deny him as a suitor on general principle. Penelope is right. Portia is tired of weak men. An entire room full of gentlemen and not one stepped in to stop Fife's disgusting behavior. Not one stepped in when Penelope's discomfort was obvious. She is done, with the spineless stupidity of man. Her new sons are going to get some damn training.

She trusts that Penelope will marry someone sensible with more than a drop of common sense. That girl is too cunning and manipulative, not to land herself a proper man. Hell, maybe she is better off as a spinster, if this is the quality of men available. Time will tell.

Now she needs to get to a window to see if Colin Bridgerton will do god's work and punch Lord Fife in his damn mouth.

[imfinereallyy]

i'll be sure to come back July 2nd and wish you a happy birthday! but as for now, can i please request from your dialogue prompt list, n. 35 “Please leave a message, after the beep.” with Steddie? ♡

this is such a fun idea and i look forward to reading the stuff you'll create! ♡♡

@spicysix I hope this one is up to your expectations, it was a lot of fun to write! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ I had an angsty idea, if anyone is interested in it I might still write it, but today i needed some good old domestic fluff.

“Eddie, are you being serious right now.? Steve huffed, placing his hands on his hips. Steve loved the man beyond anything, but he could be an immature brat sometimes.

Eddie had his hands over his ears, yelling, “La la la, not listening.” In the middle of their apartment. He was refusing to hear Steve out.

“For the love of god, Eddie! Would you just—” Steve moved to grab his boyfriend's arms to yank them away from his ears. Eddie squealed and ran around the couch.

“Eddie isn’t here right now. Please leave a message after the beep. Beeeeep.” Eddie’s hands gripped the arm of the couch, trying to dodge Steve.

“Oh, now you’re just being ridiculous!” Steve crossed his arms in a huff. He thought the party being here would soften the blow, and just maybe Eddie would hear him out. But no, apparently, them being here made Eddie extra stubborn.

Steve really loved the damn fool.

“Is there a reason Eddie is being extra weird on movie night?” Dustin and Will walked out of their kitchen. It was Will, surprisingly, who asked. He had come a long way from the shy kid Steve once knew. He was proud of him.

Especially when he called Eddie out on his bullshit like now.

“I will have you know, little Byers, will of the wise, that I am not being extra weird! This is a perfectly reasonable reaction to an absolute travesty of a suggestion! Also, Steve, you love that I am ridiculous! Don't act like you don't.” Eddie collapsed on the couch dramatically, and heaved out a sound that could only be described as a mix between a sigh and a strangled cry.

Eddie should have gone into acting instead of music. Indeed the man would have made a killing.

“I haven’t seen Eddie this distressed since we told him the bat tattoo didn’t make it after the literal bats tore him apart. Maybe it’s serious.” Dustin bit his lip. It was clear to Steve he was torn between choosing sides between him and Eddie.

It was a tale as old as time really, at this point.

Max strolled into the living room with a bowl of popcorn in her hands. “What’s princess crying about now?” She shoved a handful of popcorn in her mouth.

Eddie gasped, “Princess?! I expect the blatant homophobia from Mike—“

A distinct “hey what the fuck!” comes from the bathroom but they all ignore it.

“—But from you Red? I’m devastated.” Eddie gripped his shirt where his heart is.

“I’m bisexual, you dumbass; how can I be homophobic? Besides, that wasn’t a dig at your sexuality but rather the fact you are being a spoiled brat right now.” Max shoved another handful in her mouth as she casually tore Eddie apart.

Steve knew he should defend his boyfriend, but he was a little proud of his kids right now.

“You don’t even know why I am upset! All of you are taking Steve’s side!” Eddie grumbled.

“Dude, I didn’t take anyone’s side. And you haven’t even told us what’s got you so upset.”

Eddie rushed over to grab Dustin by the shoulders. “Oh, Dusty buns, you’re not even prepared. Our dear boy Stevie, just told me…that he’s thinking about shaving his chest.”

The room was silent before Dustin finally said, “Oh, never mind, I am on Steve’s side. That jungle needs to go.”

Eddie fell dramatically into the floor in outcry. Jesus Christ, Steve thought. Why am I into this?

Max put the bowl down, suddenly getting serious. “No, I agree with Eddie; you can’t do that.” She looked Steve up and down; a blush rose as she remained stoic. “Yea, Steve, it needs to stay.”

“Ew, gross! Max! I’m telling Lucas and El you said that!” Dustin scrunched up his nose while Will giggled.

“And? They’ll agree with me!” Max shouted back.

Steve was starting to feel uncomfortable, but Eddie’s smile was wide. It made Steve smile a tiny bit.

But only a teeny tiny bit.

“I agree it has to stay,” Will spoke up with a blush blooming across his face, breaking up the fight.

“No, no! Not you too Will!”

“What? Maybe I just wish I could grow chest hair too.”

“Oh we both know that’s not what this is about!” Dustin tugged on his hair.

Max stuck her tongue out, “Sucks to suck loser.”

The next few minutes, we’re chaos as they all start to place down arguments on what to do about his chest hair. Okay, now Steve was definitely uncomfortable.

“Alright, alright. Enough.” Steve spoke calmly, “I appreciate your concern for my body hair, but please stop talking about it. All of you are my weird surrogate children—“

Dustin leaned over to Max and whispered, “Look mom finally admitted it.” She tried to smother her giggles as Steve leveled them with a look.

“—so it’s a little weird you guys are arguing about it.”

“Stevie, honey. Ignore the children. Actually, just ignore Dustin. And listen to the rest of us. Don’t shave it.” Eddie came up to Steve and rested his hand gently on his chest. His thumb softly stroked the fabric of his shirt. Steve hummed quietly at the gesture; for a moment, he’s forgotten that they weren’t alone.

Steve gently cupped Eddie’s cheeks, before speaking quietly. “It’s just…baby. Baby, i get so sweaty with it.”

Eddie’s eyes filled with mischief. “I know it’s why I like it.”

Steve barked out a laugh as he heard groans throughout the room. Suddenly a burst of noise from the other side of the apartment startled all of them.

“Why are you saying im homophobic? Im not homophobic!” Mike crossed his arms in a huff.

“Until you unlock that closet door, you’re homophobic, Mike.” Max glared.

“What the hell does that even mean!?” Mike stomped.

Steve interrupted before it got out of hand, “Calm down, Wheeler. They are just fucking with you. We know you’re not a homophobe. They are just arguing whether or not I should shave my chest hair.”

Mike scrunched up his nose in disgust. “Ew, why are you guys even arguing about it? It’s Steve. It’s gross either way.”

Steve glared, “Never mind, you’re homophobic for that one. The chest hair stays.”

Eddie screamed, “Victory!”, and started peppering Steve’s face in kisses.

And when the children, who were not really children anymore, started to scream at each other in the background, Steve didn’t even care. Because right here, with Eddie, who made grabby hands at his chest, and his gremlins filling up the place with noise, is home.

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fluff fluff fluff. also I agree the chest hair should stay.

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Jealous

Paring: Walter/Vyxaria

Word count: 1.848

Rating: T

(Mentions of jealousy)

Summary: Vyxaria didn't feel jealousy. It was time to Walter to learn that.

Based on the idea my dear @ratanslily gave me, I hope everyone enjoys it.

Vincent had been the first to leave, completely uninterested in whatever trouble that she could’ve put herself in already and Walter had already finished to place her things from his house to hers. And still, her door continued to open.

For no reason at all, of course.

Surely the last thing she wished to see after a near death experience was her annoying neighbors and their annoying kids, and still, her door was open. And really, for no reason at all.

Because surely the reason why she kept the apartment door open was to let some air get into the apartment after it was closed during an entire week and definitely wasn’t to see if someone would walk out of someone else’s apartment anytime soon. So, she simply focused on opening the boxes that rested on her floors and picking places for all the stuff she had bought, letting the empty, torn apart boxes in the way.

-Looks like you are having fun.

Of course, her peace could not last that long. The dark-haired woman stranded just outside of Vyxaria’s apartment, her hip resting against the doorway and a sarcastic smirk adorning her lips and Walter stood behind her with a worried face towards Vyxaria. The demon simply rolled her eyes to the scene, getting up from the floor and crossing her arms just under her chest.

-I don’t remember inviting you into my apartment.

-Oh, don’t worry, I’m just leaving. Just thought about coming here to give you a last look. I'm sure you appreciate my gesture of friendship, don’t you?

-You are not my friend. Get out of my house.

If the woman could feel her anger, she clearly did a good job at hiding it, stepping inside Vyxaria’s apartment and walking closer to the demon, the vicious smile still on her face. Walter gave one step forward, maybe thinking about putting an end to the situation, but one look from Vyxaria was enough to stop him. She might have no idea of what they are, but she knew that the woman was not a threat to her. Vyxaria was way too powerful for that.

-You are too angry, poor thing. I just came to say goodbye. Take care of him while I'm gone, okay? And please, try not to break his heart too much.

The woman's smile widened when Vyxaria got more annoyed, so she simply patted the demon on the shoulder and walked out, leaving one kiss on Walter's cheek before leaving the building. Walter looked embarrassed about the entire situation, especially about the little kiss, which only made her more annoyed. When the demon marched forward to close the door on his face, he took a step forward, getting inside her apartment.

Maybe Vyxaria should start walking around in her demon form, because it seemed that those mortals were forgetting who she was.

-Sorry about that. Please, pay her words no mind. It's simply how she is.

-I honestly couldn't care less about what your lover does or what she thinks of me.

-She's not my girlfriend!

He had never been that quick to disagree with her before. She didn't know what to think about that.

-Who is she then?

-She is… all you need to know is that there's no romantic connection between the two of us.

-And why would I need to know that?

-Perhaps you don't, but I want you to know, anyway.

It made no sense until it did. The high blush on his face, the way he was avoiding her eyes even with how close they physically were in that moment and the little smile on his lips.

-You think I am jealous.

It was a statement, she didn't need to ask, she was sure of it already. The red didn't leave his face but his eyes finally met hers, widened more than they ever were.

-Oh I didn’t mean to… It was not my intention…. I just don't want you to have the wrong impression.

She would never admit it out loud, but the stumble mixed with the red that now also tinted his ears and his neck made him look cute. She closed the door, making his eyes open a little wider.

This was going to be fun.

She grabbed him by the the front of his hideous blue sweater and pulled him towards her couch, carelessly throwing him there.

He sat there confused until she climbed on his lap, her legs each on the side of his, almost as if they were holding him into place, and now she was the one with a devious smile on her lips. One that only grew bigger as he grew redder.

-Vyxaria, what…

He immediately stopped talking when she rubbed her forearm on his cheek, precisely on the place he had been kissed minutes before.

-You wanted me to be jealous. Okay.

He was going to try to say something, she was sure of that, but his words died on his throat as soon as she kissed his forehead. Then his temple, and his left eye and his right eye, his cheek, his nose, his chin. Every stop on his face beside his lips.

And the exact place he had been kissed earlier.

Each kiss made him even more shy, and when she pulled back from kissing the corner of his mouth, she noticed he was no longer opening his eyes. Her smile only grew wider.

It was a weird satisfaction. One that she had never thought of having.

She had always searched for the most corrupted souls to feed on. She had gotten used to their disgusting hands and their disgusting taste. It bought her no other satisfaction outside of feeding and laughing when they fell into her illusions. She had never allowed them to really touch her, to really feel her, she had never taken the time to kiss them all over the face just to make them shy.

Not that any of her prey would even behave like Walter. If she had done this with anyone else, they would already been trying to take control and advantage of the situation. Their disgusting hands would be already trying to peel Vyxaria’s clothes away from her body and their minds would be think about ways to use her body to bring them satisfaction. And meanwhile, Walter had his hands perfectly placed on the couch, squeezing his hands tighter and tighter against it each time she gave him another kiss.

So really, it was a very strange satisfaction. Because she would feel disgusted to people's touch more often then not, but now, she really wanted him to hold her instead of the couch.

It clearly wasn't enough.

So her lips made their way past his jawline, biting his flesh as soon as she reached his neck. His hands immediately holding her waist and his eyes opening comically wide.

-Vyxaria!

-Should I stop?

They stayed in silence for just a couple of seconds before he leaned his head to the side, leaving his neck open wide to her. The first bit was already tinting red and making her smile to herself, pressing her lips just besides it and sucking his skin. The man under her let the air off his lungs by his mouth, squeezing her waist and pulling her closer, pressing his chest against her and making her smile bigger. She took another bite, then another, then started sucking and sucking his skin. The first bite already turning purple while the number of red spots only grew wider. His voice was already hoarse from all the sighs and pants and suspires he let out since she threw him on that couch. Each noise he let out only made her want more. More of his sweet sighs, more of the pressure of his hands against her waist, more of their bodies pressed against each other.

-You're going to make my entire neck purple.

-That doesn't sound like a complaint.

To that, he only squeezed her waist again. His hands firmly pressed to it, refusing to leave their resting place. Maybe it was time for her to step up again. Running her tongue against the red and purple spots, she gently bit his skin just above his Adam's pome. That made it. He let a soft moan, hugging her and pressing his hands around her back.

The smile on Vyxaria’s face could only be described as a victorious one as she pulled away to fully look at the scene. His neck was adorned in a thousand different shades of pink, red, marron and purple. His fush still high on his face and his head still leaning to the side, his eyes half closed and he was looking at her, ready to give her anything she could ever ask on that moment, even himself.

Vyxaria simply tapped his shoulder and started climbing of his lap, startling the man.

-Time to go grab the rest of my boxes.

Walter blinked once, twice, thrice, visibly shaken by the lack of her closeness. He took almost an entire minute to process what she meant, making she let out a small laugh when he jumped out of the couch.

-Oh rigth, your boxes.

He almost ran away from her apartment while she sat down precisely where he had been. Each time he came back placing the boxes on the ground, he turned red again when looked at her and she only smiled wider with the spots on his neck turning darker and he making no effort at all to try to conceal them.

Three trips to his apartment and back, and now he only had one small package on his hand. Vyxaria got up from the couch, walking towards him with a smile high on her face and grabbing the package from him.

-This was the last one.

-I see.

He watched her lips carefully as she mouthed every single letter. His entire neck was already marked and everyone would be able to see it unless he wore a very high turtleneck, but he didn't seem to mind either way.

-You have a lot of things to set up, obviously. If you need any help, you know where to find me.

She simply nodded, making a motion to close the door. He made such a pathetic sad face that she immediately remembered a video of a sad puppy asking for pets from it's owner that she had seen a while ago on one of those video apps on her phone. She couldn't fight against the small smile on her lips or the strange feeling on her heart, so she simply placed a chaste kiss on his lips, the only type she had never given.

He beamed instantly, a silly smile on his lips as Vyxaria simply rolled her eyes, closing the door as his smile grew wider when he touched his lips with his fingertips.

And when she turned around to look at the boxes on the floor, she knew that now they were both aware that she had no reason to ever be jealous.

[mischivana]

Are you just going to leave me here?

Connor Stole x Athena!reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested by anonymous

Masterlist

I was in my cabin quietly reading a book my sister Annabeth recommended to me about ancient architecture in western civilizations. It was surprisingly good, she’d been trying for a while to get someone else into architecture so she could geek out with her. Her plan had worked, I was hooked.

I was reading about Athenian architecture in the United States capital specifically when there was a knock at the cabin door. I grabbed my owl bookmark to keep my page, set down my book, and walked over to the door.

Before I could even get to the handle the door swung open revealing my best friend, Connor Stoll. With his curly hair and cheeky smile he walked into the Athena cabin and slumped down onto my bed. “Making yourself at home are ya?” I said, with a small laugh.

“You know it. Your cabin is so much nicer than Hermes” he said, his face in my pillow. “That’s because we know how to keep our cabin clean” I responded, walking over and sitting at the foot of my bed by his feet.

He flipped over and looked at me and then back at the large library room in the center of the cabin. The only part of the cabin that was any sort of messy. Looking at it, it was somehow easy and impossible to believe it belonged to the children of wisdom, books were everywhere. Unevenly on shelves, in large stacks on tables and desks, chaotic piles on the floor, you name it. There was one large circular table in the center, with a cutout so people could get to the middle. There were chairs on either side, though no one ever used them, a lot of our work was done standing. The table was littered with loose papers, torn up documents, finished and unfinished maps, stuff like that. There were all sorts of writing utensils as well. There were pencils, pens, markers, highlighters, even a few quills in ink pots. It looked like an archive had exploded but to me and my siblings, we knew where everything was and where everything needed to be.

“Clean” he said in a sarcastic tone. “I looked at him with a playful grin and said “ha ha you know what I mean,” I looked back at the room and remembered the map I had promised I’d finish for my brother and got up. “That reminds me,” I said “I needed to finish a map for Gabriel” and walked over to the table to start working.

I felt a hand grab my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. “Wait-” I heard him say. He was sitting up now, his arm outstretched to grab mine and his face tilted slightly up to look in my eyes. He continued, “you’ve been reading and working all day, you deserve a break” he told me with a sympathetic smile. Gods how I loved that smile, it always made a dark situation have a little bit of light. “I haven’t been working that long, it’s only been a few hours” I said, not moving still. “You skipped lunch, I don’t even think you realized it” he told me, starting to sound a little worried. He was right, I skipped lunch and hadn’t realized. I was reading so much and working so hard I hadn’t even acknowledged how hungry I am. “It worries me when you put work over eating,” he said.

I blushed a little, I wouldn’t tell anyone and especially not Connor himself but last summer I’d fallen for him. How funny is that? Daughter of wisdom falling in love with the son of tricksters. To know he cared about me made me feel special, but he’s my best friend, he probably was worried because of that reason, not because he loves me back.

“I know,” I lied, I hadn’t known, “but I promised Gabriel I’d finish this” I said and turned to keep walking to the table. I picked up a compass and a pencil that’d been lying somewhere on the table and started to chart the map again. I saw Connor pull out a chair and sit in my peripheral vision. I looked at him quickly and gave him a small laugh which he returned. We remained that way for a few minutes, me in the zone charting the map and him watching, before I heard let out a sigh and started to get up. I looked at him as he said “well let me know when you’re done, I have an awesome prank planned for the aphrodite cabin but I need a strategist” before turning to the door.

I dropped the compass and the pencil and grabbed his wrist, stopping him like he’d stopped me before. He turned to face me with a little bit of a questioning look on his face. “Are you just gonna leave me here? To work on this map all alone, in an empty cabin?” I said, in a joking tone. A smile crept up onto my face.

He smiled back and looked at me for a sec before dipping his head and laughing a little. He had a big smile on his face, like he was planning something. Before I knew it he’d leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips. It was short lived and over before it began,“as long as you’re done soon” and took his chair back to watch me work again.

I stood there for a moment, stunned at what just happened. The boy I'd been in love with, my best friend, just kissed me. I turned around to face him, he was in his chair looking at me with that same cheeky smile. The one that always made me happy. And I smiled back. I walked back over to the table, grabbed my compass and pencil and began to work again, him watching me with loving eyes. At that moment all my fears about him not liking me back flew out the window and we sat there for what felt like ever. Alone in the cabin, as I worked, as he watched, in love.

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FORBIDDEN

|part 3|

- |part 2|- -|part 4|

heian era of sukuna

true form!

________________________ (skipping forward after their marriage that was immediately arranged a week after she accepted his love)

Sukuna said that after we’d marry then I’d live in the castle. Mamaha wont speak to me, I’m too scared to go back. Every time I was alone I could hear her footsteps behind me. And when I would turn my head she would be standing there with a bamboo stick in her hands. Ready to strike. But now that I am now bound to Sukuna I can live with him and be away from Mamaha’s abuse. I step inside the castle being greeted by his servants and maids. The guards keeping watch outside the castle. My hair down past my waist and my kimono now expensive. My footsteps echo in the geta I was wearing. “My love..”, Sukuna says on his throne stepping to me. A smile plasters across my face as I hug him. He stiffens up, “such foolish actions..” he grumbled but didn’t budge. “It’s called a hug..”, I say looking up at his dark red eyes. “It’s foolish”, he said planting a kiss on my head. “I shall show you our shared chambers..”, he says his hand on my back. We walk slowly to big doors that I had to have several people to push open. Sukuna put his hand on the chain that held a knob and opened it. The big bed that seemed to be able to fit 20 people sat in the middle of the grand bedroom. A big sliding door that opened to his balcony on the right while his wardrobe and kimonos on the wall to the left. “This room is not only mine but ours..”, he grumbles. I sit down on the edge of the bed, “your kimono is no longer torn..”, he said looking down at my expensive robes that he acquired for me to wear. “You sent them in, thank you”, I say softly smiling up at him. He squinted his bottom two eyes and then stepped closer to me. His four arms reaching out to touch my face. “You are not frightened?”, he asks making my heart ache. “How could I be fearful?”, I ask tilting my head. “I am a monster..”, he mutters his brows furrowing. I think for a moment, “you are no monster in my eyes”. His eyes widen at my words.

(SUKUNA’S POV)

Her words are like no words I have heard before. The years as a child haunt me, people calling me a demon or monster. I have lived for centuries, and now that I’m finally king people still fear me. I fear that my coldness will hurt her, but I will try my best to not be an aggravated husband. Her beautiful blue eyes innocently look up at me, sending desire to flow through my veins. Her long blonde hair touching my bed. My sheets, my pillows, will now smell like her. The smell of lilies and fresh water was going to fill my veins. And I craved it. “Sukuna?..”, she calls out my name after my long silence. “Yes?”, I grumble, “it is getting late, no?”. She says.

(HAYAMI’S POV)

“Dinner will be held in just a moment..”, he grunts still admiring my face. For an odd reason I never understood why he would look at me for so long. Or why Mamaha never let me go to see the people on the streets. I craved human interaction, and even if Sukuna wasn’t exactly human I still wanted to touch him. Feel him under my finger tips. I reach out, my fingers brushing the black stripe like marks across his pale skin. I can feel his breath hitch as I touch him, my knees sitting up on his bed as my hands continue to touch him. “Such beautiful marks..”, I say admiring him. His nose touches my hair as I lean on him. “You smell of lilies..”, he grunts making me blush. “Do I?”, I ask laying back on the bed. He slowly climbs up on me, “yes..” he deeply mutters. His big hands pinning me down. He was so big not only in height but in muscle that if he fell on me I would surely die. He plants soft kisses on my collarbone making me whimper under him. I could feel the grin on his face as he began kissing lower and lower down my collarbone. His strong fingers rip my kimono out of the way, revealing my chest. His heart drops staring at my naked chest.

(SMUT)

(btw I didn’t want Sukuna to have two pee pees because I don’t like writing anal…sorry guys!)

“you don’t wear sarashi?”, he grumbles licking his lips. I innocently shake my head making him groan. His face lowers down, I could see the mouths on his cheeks close tightly so his mouth under his nose could have the fun. He licks up my skin and around my pink bud. My fingers hesitate to touch the back of his head before they finally land on his pastel hair. His eyes stare up at me while the bigger ones remain focused on my breasts. I make eye contact with them, my brows upward and my face in a silent whimper. I hear Sukuna groan and chuckle before looking up at me. “My beautiful woman..”, he grunts crawling up to me. He grabs my arms flipping me around so I’m on my stomach. I whine as he begins rubbing against my backside. I could feel his huge girth grinding into me making me whimper and squirm. His strong hands go to my neck lifting my head up closer to his. “You nasty girl..”, he grunts in my ear making me whine in return. “SIRE THE DINNER IS READY!”, Uraume calls making me jump. Sukuna sits up, “put your robes back on”, he says before leaving the room. I sit up and pull my kimono back on.

(END OF SMUT)

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Thought you might enjoy: Natasha for no reason other than the bragging rights of saying it, shows Stvee the modern pass time of hotboxing a car. The weed doesn't really do anything to her or to Steve but it's fun

I DO ENJOY

This 👏🏻 is 👏🏻 the 👏🏻 exact 👏🏻 brotp 👏🏻 content 👏🏻 I 👏🏻 need 👏🏻

And as much as I love (and loathe because my heart) the idea of Natasha being immune to weed in a similar fashion that she's been conditioned to be immune to most poisons for underestimated-little-girl-assassin purposes, also, please consider:

With long enough in the closed, cramped car (yes I am thinking about the tiny ass VW bug Steve crammed himself into like a clown car) and enough fucking weed, Natasha does feel the buzz. Steve, too. It's more of a high-high for Nat and a duller sort of high for Steve because of his metabolism, enhancements, bigger body size, and all, but still--they're high.

They're together in this little fucking car, getting high, and Steve hasn't been so much as drunk since before the war.

So...

Steve has entirely forgotten when it's like to be intoxicated, and it is hitting him.

He's blushing hot red from the heat of the hotbox itself as well as from the high itself. Too, he's giggling because everything is funny when he's shoved into such a little area, knees practically to his chest, and Natasha is looking at him like he's a 100 damn years old and he is but he's not and she's wiggling his eyebrows at him, telling him about all the conspiracy theories in modern day with a blank face like they're something to be taken seriously, going on and on about all the theories around Captain America including that he's a 100-year-old-virgin and that's where the powers come from and--

Shit.

It's just such a stupid, rediciously, hilarious idea that the words just trip and fall out of his mouth, letting it slip that he's not a virgin, very much not a virgin.

Natasha gets all Natasha about it then, prying about the lucky lady with her wry grin, trying to disern if it happened before or after the serum while Steve chokes on his embarrassment. Actually, wait--she pulls the most mischievous face, goofy--what would happen if it happened during the transformation, ey?

And Steve is so embarrassed he can do nothing but squeak out that it wasn't a woman. He, he, uh, might've rippped a woman apart if that happened--torn anyone. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. It would not have been a pretty scene.

Bucky? She asks, instantly onto him, totally unphased the same way she is when he turns down one of the gals she suggests to him to try and date, bringing up another like she's pulling them from a deck of cards.

He admits, yes, Buck, sighing, but then he's slapping a hand over his own mouth because he really, really shouldn't've said that. He must be way, way, way, higher than he realized.

Fuck.

But, whatever horrifically embarrassed look is spread over his face, it makes her crack up harder. She's really grinning now, chuckling low and raspy, fueling herself, though, and laughing harder. Which makes him laugh nervously, actually, just laugh. He's laughing so hard. So fucking hard. And Natasha snorts and giggles and smacks him on the arm from across the car they're shoved into like sardines. He shrugs her off, batting at her hands so they're just smacking each other like little kids. Giggling breathlessly. Across from him, Natasha is gasping that she's gonna pee her pants, and it just makes him worse. He's so high. He can't breathe. God, his ribs ache from laughing so hard. When was the last time he had fun like this? This is so fucking fun.

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I am so torn between wanting more of this now and wanting to be surprised when it’s posted but guess which part of my brain won out

I LOVE that part of your brain! Give in to temptation!

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Buck makes a frustrated noise in his throat. “Because… Because I don’t want to hurt you worse than I already have!”

Eddie’s face tightens as he takes this in. 

“Buck,” he sighs. “I… I appreciate that. And I appreciate that you’re keeping me in the loop now. I just didn’t want us to be… Torn apart? I guess.”

“Right,” Buck mumbles.

“But I don’t want you to think you have to choose a certain way for me to keep…” He trails off. 

“Keep what?” Buck asks.

“Uh, seeing you?” Eddie offers. “Not that we’ve had time to, uh… But… That’s okay to say, right?”

Buck nods quickly. “Yes. Yeah. We can… Uh, we can call it that.”

Which gets Buck thinking, is there something else to call it? At some point? That’s kind of an exciting thought.

“Right, okay,” Eddie blushes a little. “So, yeah, I have my opinions on the whole thing. But those shouldn’t decide what you do.”

Buck nods. “But I do value those opinions.”

“Thank you,” Eddie says. 

“So, if I don’t take the money,” Buck reasons. “And I keep fighting for my job. That’s okay?”

Eddie takes a deep breath. Buck can tell he’s conflicted. 

“I’ve got your back,” Eddie says. “Just don’t shut me out again.”

“I won’t,” Buck says. “I promise.” 

So he turns down the money. He doesn’t want to settle. He wants to win.