#trying on hats in their underwear and laughing at each other

[bone-weaver]

Like, I don’t want men wearing women’s underwear (that’s a different thing) and I don’t *think* it’s about looking submissive or something. I just feel like there’s an inherence difference between the aesthetic lenses used in male and female underwear modeling/photography. Is it the difference in focus between trying to portray someone as pretty and beautiful vs idk strong or something?

I think you might get female underwear advertising photography in sportswear lines and things, but you never (so far as I’m aware) see men’s underwear advertised with the luxurious vibes of a Victoria’s Secret poster.

I guess we see this in a lot of areas of mainstream fashion and aesthetics. Women can dress in traditionally male clothing to the point that men’s clothing are basically unisex. However, men can’t dress in traditionally female clothing without drawing eyes—whether those eyes are judgmental, confused, or approving: the point is that it will be unusual.

I don’t like how in a lot ways women have felt the need to leave behind traditional femininity to feel like they can be respected. Where male aesthetics have become the baseline, many female aesthetics have become something more unique and (negatively) exclusive.

But anyways. I digress. I can’t be the only one who’s confused why female underwear advertising is so fun and pretty and luxurious and male underwear advertising is so much more likely to default to, I dunno, abs? And high contrast black and white photography?

Maybe there’s just less personality involved? Even if the story is “come here I want to seduce you” that’s still a story. In male underwear advertising the models always just kind of seem to be standing there and maybe flexing.

Idk. Maybe boxers just don’t photograph as well as lacy panties.

I just had this weird thought that male underwear ads would be a lot more sexy to me if they were somehow shot in the same aesthetic style as female underwear ads. I’m not even sure I know what this would look like 🤔

[hughesbrothersfanpage]

Stay Home With Me

Jack Hughes x Zegras!Reader

WC: 1.6k

Summary: Jack wants to go golfing with the guys, but you have other plans for him.

Warnings: SMUT! oral (m receiving), dirty talking, brief mention of balls (sorry), F!reader but no use of Y/N, Jack thinks it’s kind of funny that he’s banging his best friend’ sister

A/N: I know I promised a Quinn fluff first and I swear to GOD it’s coming but I’ve been having an AO3 author level bad few weeks and somehow it’s easier to write a bj than anything romantic rn. Also more Hughes!Sister insta edits coming soon!

Jack thinks you’re asleep as he tiptoes around the room getting dressed as quietly as he can. You’re wide awake, though, plotting and scheming to get him to skip golfing with the boys and spend the day in bed with you.

They’ve gone three days in a row now, eighteen holes each time, and you’re dying for some alone time with your boyfriend.

You’re still pretending to sleep when Jack leans over you to press a kiss to your forehead. “Bye, baby,” he whispers.

It’s then you pounce, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down to your chest.

“Oof,” he winces as his arms give out and you trap him.

“Don’t leave,” you whine.

Jack laughs, lifting his face to kiss you softly. “I gotta go babe, the guys are gonna want to leave any minute.”

One of your hands drifts from his back, coming up to gently trace his lips. You’ve got a small pout on your face, and Jack couldn’t possibly find you any more endearing.

“Stay home with me.” Your thumb pulls gently at his bottom lip and Jack feels his resolve begin to crack. He goes to protest, but you’re quick to cut him off. “I will blow you right now if you stay home with me.”

Jack’s mouth falls open. “Right now?” he asks, cheeks burning bright red when his voice cracks from excitement.

“Right now,” you confirm. He pulls himself from you in a flash, nearly running to the door and pulling it open.

“Hey, guys?” he calls out. “I’m not feeling so hot. You go ahead without me today.”

There’s loud laughter from downstairs. “I told you not to eat that sushi in the fridge! It smelled off, man!” Trevor shouts up at him. Jack smirks to himself. If only Trevor knew what he was really up to. Your brother would probably knock his head clean off.

There’s a chorus of ‘goodbyes’ as Jack closes the door. You’re sitting up in bed now, staring at him like you’re going to eat him alive. He can’t wait.

“Take your shirt off, handsome,” you command softly. He ditches his hat and shoes quickly before tugging his shirt up and off. “You’re so pretty, Jack,” you murmur as you stand and make your way to him.

With a hand on his chest you back him up until he hits the wall. You take your time unbuckling his pants and pushing them down, going so slow that Jack feels like he’s losing his mind. You’re even more mean when it comes to his underwear, palming him through his boxers until he’s on the verge of tears. You take pity on him eventually, freeing his dick from his underwear and pressing small kisses around the head.

Jack whines. From base to tip, you trace the vein on the underside of his cock with a flat tongue. His thighs shake with effort, struggling to stand from the feeling of your lips and tongue on arguably the most sensitive part of his body. Jack is a mess of broken moans and muttered curses as you do everything but put it in your mouth.

“Baby,” he whines, well beyond caring how desperate he sounds.

You pull away, replacing your tongue with your hand, stroking him slowly. Your thumb brushes over his leaking tip with every pass, and you revel in the way he shudders.

“I’ve been trying to get you alone for four days, and you’re telling me you can’t handle a little teasing?”

His face burns red at your condescending tone, but his dick twitches in your hand anyway. You rest your face on his thigh, looking up at him with doe eyes as you wait expectantly for his answer. The way you bat your lashes leaves his mind totally blank. All Jack can do is watch slack jawed as you flick your wrist lazily, your grip just loose enough to deny him any real relief.

“I want you to ask nicely, Jack,” you murmur before mouthing at the skin of his hip, leaving a few love bites in your wake.

He whimpers, honest to god whimpers, chewing at his bottom lip. “Please,” Jack croaks.

He cries out when you pull your hand away. “Please, what? Use your words,” you chide.

“Put it in your mouth baby, please,” Jack begs.

You smile up at him. “See? Now was that so hard?”

Any reply he might’ve come up with dies on his lips as you take him into your mouth. He throbs as you swirl your tongue around the head.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good to me,” he grunts.

You hum as you take him further down your throat, using your hand to make up for what doesn’t fit. One of his shaking hands grips the edge of the doorframe, and the other tangles itself in your hair. He guides your head as you suck him off, grunting softly when you hollow your cheeks.

The feeling of your mouth is dizzying, and you look so pretty on your knees for him that he’s already embarrassingly close. You pull off for a moment to catch your breath.

“You’re incredible,” Jack moans as you stroke his cock.

You smile but don’t answer. Instead, you duck your head and run your tongue over his balls. “Oh, fuck!” Jack yelps. You can only hope that all of the boys are gone, because if even one of them is home, the two of you are fucked. “You are so fucking hot. I don’t deserve you, I-“

You cut off Jack’s rambling by taking him back in your mouth, as deep as you can handle until he hits the back of your throat. His hips thrust involuntarily, and you gag around his cock. You take it like a champ, breathing through your nose and never letting up your pace.

“Fuck,” Jack cries. “You’re so fucking good, I’m so close baby.”

You caress his thighs softly as he nears the edge, putting all your focus toward blowing his mind. His hips stutter, and he cums down your throat with a loud groan. Slowly you pull away and stick out your tongue to show you swallowed.

Jack helps you up from your knees and kisses you gratefully. He tries slipping you some tongue, but you pull away.

“Jack, I have blowjob mouth. I’m gonna brush my teeth, you get back in bed. You’re mine for the rest of the day.”

Jack grins as he nods. “Yes ma’am,” he replies.

He looks so good when you return, sprawled over the bed in just his boxers, hair falling perfectly over his face. You want to devour him all over again.

By the time the guys get back from golfing, you and Jack have fucked in your bed, the shower, and the kitchen.

The kitchen had been a close call. You’d both still been panting, reveling in the afterglow of really good sex, only just pulling your underwear back on when you heard car doors slamming. With a shriek you’d bolted back to your room, stumbling hand in hand up the stairs with Jack who couldn’t stop laughing.

Now you’re laying together in bed, trying to catch your breath, in absolute stitches over almost being caught. When the burning in your lungs subsides, you sigh and snuggle into Jack’s open arms, suddenly exhausted.

“Tired, baby?” he asks, brushing some hair away from your flushed face.

“Mhm,” you mumble, pushing your face into his neck.

His hands slip under your (his) tshirt, rubbing firm circles over your overworked muscles. “We can take a nap,” he says quietly.

“Mmm.”

Jack can tell you’re on the verge of passing out, so he just smiles and continues to massage your back. Your bliss is harshly interrupted when someone bangs on the door.

“What?” Jack yells, annoyed.

You’d forgotten to lock the door, so your brother pokes his head in. Thank god the covers are pulled up, hiding your nearly-naked lower bodies.

“We got lunch. You feeling any better?” Trevor asks.

Jack nods, biting back a smart comment. “Yeah, had a migraine but it’s better now,” he says instead.

“That’s good, man,” Trevor replies. “Well, we got pizza. Come down before it gets cold.” He goes to shut the door, but pauses. “And for the love of god, Jack, put on a shirt.”

Your cheeks burn, hidden in Jack’s neck. You haven’t moved an inch, hoping Trevor assumes you’re asleep and leaves. It works, and you prop yourself up a little as you hear the door click shut.

“For the love of god, Jack, put some pants on too!” you giggle, snapping the waistband of his boxers.

“Hey,” he whines. “I haven’t had pants on all day and you haven’t complained once.”

“I have to put on pants too,” you try to compromise. “No one wants to see the hickeys on my thighs.”

Jack scoffs. “I do!”

You kiss him softly before swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. “Well then you better come with me and eat lunch. After that, I’ll take my pants off and we can have that nap I was promised.”

Jack reaches for the pair of sweatpants he’d left on the floor that morning when getting changed and pulls them up his legs. By the time he gets a shirt on, you’ve slipped back into your pajama pants and one of his old sweatshirts.

“Shit, babe, my legs,” you groan, unsteady on your feet, thighs burning and more than a little sore.

Jack grins, beyond proud of himself. “Keep it together, sexy. Your brother would freak if he knew what we were up to while they were gone.”

You shake your head as you reach for the doorknob. “He still hasn’t forgiven you for the first time he walked in on us. He nearly punched you.”

A small smirk makes its way to his lips. “He did punch me, after. And it was totally worth it.”

[cgunderwearstories]

The cowboy swayed through the deserted streets of downtown, his boots striking an uneven rhythm on the pavement in the quiet early hours of the morning. His broad-brimmed hat tilted low over his eyes, and his blue jeans clung to his legs—well, mostly. What he hadn’t noticed in his drunken haze was that the entire left side of his jeans had torn away from the upper thigh to the waistband, leaving his underwear exposed in a scandalous, unrestrained display.

The torn fabric revealed his tighty whities, snugly hugging his frame with a level of exposure that seemed almost deliberate. The leg band was stretched taut around his thigh, framing a hefty bulge that leaned prominently to the left, standing out under the streetlight like a beacon. Unfazed, the cowboy continued his swaggering journey, completely unaware of how visible—and vulnerable—he had become.

Up ahead, a group of young men, out for a late-night laugh, spotted him. They exchanged amused glances, nudging each other and smirking as they took in the cowboy’s oblivious stroll, half-dressed and none the wiser.

“Hey, cowboy!” one of them shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Looks like someone got a little too wild tonight, huh?”

The cowboy stopped, blinking as he squinted through the haze. He turned around slowly, wobbling a little on his feet, finally noticing the crowd of men approaching with broad grins plastered across their faces.

“What’re ya talkin’ about?” he slurred, pulling himself up straight. He tipped his hat back, a lazy grin spreading over his face as he tried to maintain a look of cool indifference.

“Your pants, buddy,” one of the men said, stepping closer and pointing at the torn side. “Ain’t every day you see someone sportin’ those good ol’ classic briefs like that. Real traditional, huh?”

The cowboy looked down, frowning in confusion as he noticed the gaping tear for the first time. His face flushed as he took in the sight of his tighty whities, unmistakably exposed, with the bold outline of his hefty package leaning leftward, perfectly framed by the torn denim. He fumbled with the torn edge, trying to pull the fabric over his underwear to no avail.

“Aw, hell…” he muttered, his cheeks turning red as he yanked at the loose denim, only to make the tear even wider.

One of the men stifled a laugh, folding his arms as he watched the cowboy’s pitiful attempts to cover up. “Laundry day, huh? That why you’re struttin’ around in those tighty whities?”

The cowboy shot him a glare, but his embarrassed expression betrayed his discomfort. “S’just… just a little tear. Ain’t no big deal.”

The group exchanged glances, their smirks widening. “Oh, it’s a big deal alright,” one of them said, chuckling. He reached out, giving the waistband of the cowboy’s briefs a playful snap. “You got yourself a real situation here, cowboy.”

The cowboy stumbled back, his face flushing as he tried to brush the man’s hand away. “Hands off!” he barked, though his slurred words and shaky stance did little to intimidate them.

“Hey, we’re just helping you out,” another man said, stepping forward with a grin. He grabbed hold of the remaining fabric on the left side of the cowboy’s jeans, yanking it hard. The tear split wider, and the cowboy stumbled as his jeans shredded further, exposing even more of his tighty whities.

“Whoa, hold on now!” he protested, swatting at the men, but his balance betrayed him, and he staggered to the side, clutching his exposed thigh.

“Look at him tryin’ to act all tough!” one of them laughed, reaching out to poke the cowboy’s exposed hip. “Gotta say, you’re makin’ a real statement with these tighty whities, bud.”

Humiliation boiled in the cowboy’s face, and in a moment of drunken bravado, he swung back at the nearest man. His fist missed, but he lunged forward, managing to grab hold of the man’s waistband. With one hard yank, he pantsed the guy, exposing a pair of sky-blue boy briefs covered in barnyard animals. The waistband was a contrasting, neon yellow, adorned with small, red stars—a detail that only added to the childish charm. The group erupted into laughter, the embarrassed man struggling to pull his pants back up while the cowboy stumbled back with a triumphant grin.

“Now who’s wearin’ the embarrassin’ underwear?” he slurred, his victory short-lived as he swayed unsteadily.

The men, now riled up, closed in on him. One of them reached behind him and, with a mischievous glint in his eye, grabbed the waistband of the cowboy’s briefs, yanking them upward in a vicious wedgie. The cowboy yelped, stumbling as the fabric dug into him, pulling tight against his skin.

“Not so tough now, are ya?” one of the men jeered, twisting the waistband even higher until the cowboy’s face was a deep shade of red.

The cowboy squirmed, managing to swat the hand away and turn around, but the men weren’t done yet. Another one of them lunged forward, grabbing the torn edge of his jeans and yanking hard, pulling the fabric downward in one swift motion. With a loud rip, the jeans tore even further, exposing nearly his entire left leg and leaving his tighty whities barely clinging to his hips.

But the worst was yet to come. One of the men grabbed the front of the cowboy’s briefs, giving the material a yank. The cowboy yelped as the white cotton stretched, the fly tearing open and leaving him in a humiliating state. His face burned as he struggled to cover his exposed cock, his once-proud swagger completely destroyed.

The group of men laughed uproariously, slapping each other on the back as they watched the humiliated cowboy fumble with his tattered clothes. He glared at them, his pride in tatters as he clutched the remnants of his jeans and underwear, knowing he’d never live this down.

And with that, the cowboy stumbled off into the night, his dignity left behind on the empty downtown street, the laughter of the men echoing behind him as he disappeared into the shadows.

[st4rgrl4l1f3]

Stupid stuff I think the 141 would do if they all lived together

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Underwear. Who’s is who’s. They all have a red, black, blue and gray pair. Soap may have a pair with the Scottish flag on it.

“I FORGOT WHO WEARS AN XL” Soap would scream from downstairs.

“I DO” Ghost would reply.

“…fatass.”

“I heard that.”

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Most random shit in the fridge. Why is the fridge nothing but the cheese drawer and beer?…Okay, let’s check the cupboards. There’s fruit snacks and one of those gallon buckets of goldfish. Okay. Another cupboard. Four cups, four bowls, four plates…The silverware looks the same.

“Why don’t we have food in the kitchen? What happened to the groceries I bought??” Gaz is terrified. He was gone for a week.

“Soap ate it all, and Ghost followed. ‘Saw a cat outside, figured I’d feed it. Now it’s comin back with ‘er kids…” Price says, that last part more quiet than his first two sentences.

“…Is this your idea of groceries?” Gaz looks at Soap, Ghost, and Price.

All three of them in unison, “…Yes.”

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Sleeping in the most random places. Why is Gaz halfway on the couch, halfway on the floor? Soap is drooling all over the couch, Ghost is passed out beside his bed, and Price still has his gear on, sleeping beside his rifle, hat halfway on.

Waking up with a sore back, Gaz opens his eyes. Yawning and wincing at the ache right in the middle of his back, he gets up, holding his back like an old man, and cracks it.

“Well good Lord in Heaven, lad, ye nearly broke yer own back crackin it like that.”

Gaz turns around, Soap is holding up his head with his hand, Mohawk all outta whack. Gaz gives him a small “g’mornin.” Before fixing himself breakfast (tap water and cheese from the cheese drawer)

Ghost wakes up, crawls in his bed and falls back asleep. He sleeps like a log.

Price wakes up, oh God, his back hurts. Maybe it was because of all the gear he still has on. He strips himself of it and puts on a gray t-shirt and some sweats. (He still has his hat on???)

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Coming home drunk. Holy fuck. Uber loaded with grown ass men laughing about the man that was break-dancing on the table so hard that tears were coming out.

“Yaswereslads gonna make me fuckin cry you know wha I sayin I’m fuckin dead lads, oh shite—“ Soap says, all in one string of words. His accent really comes out when he’s drunk.

“‘T was like he was-wheeze-goin in slow motion when he fell-Another wheeze” Ghost cannot hold his laugh back. He wheezes.

Gaz is looking straight forward, nearly drooling.

Price is listening to Soap and Ghost shit themselves laughing as he silently laughs, gasps of air every five seconds. Even the Uber is laughing.

“Have you ever seen a breakdance?” Gaz says, chatting up the Uber who’s trying to keep his composure.

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Discussing pets.

“Can we PLEASE get a dog??” Soap is pleading with Gaz.

“Soap. Look at the fridge. All we have is beer and cheese.”

“The cheese drawer is a necessity. So is the beer.”

“No- listen. You get half decent groceries without me helping, we’ll get a puppy.”

“Hey, wait, can we get a snake—“

“Fuck no we’re not getting a snake, Ghost. What, make you feel at home?”

“I’m not Australian, Soap.”

Price and Gaz look at each other, wide eyed at their stupidity. They rub their temples, trying to genuinely find the brain in their words.

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Microwaveable things.

“Can I microwave this bowl?”

“No, Ghost.”

“Uhhh, pretty sure you can.”

“Why did you ask, then??”

“Just cuz.”

Price goes back to his dad show.

“JOHN?”

“YEAH?”

“…YOU WERE RIGHT. MY BOWL MELTED.”

“Oh for fucks-“

“Yer brain is fuckin mush, lad, how’d you not know you can’t microwave that?” Soap laughs at Ghosts misery, his soup gone to waste.

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[scenequeenwritingmachine]

Red-Handed

Pairing: Takuma Ino x Fem Reader (Smut)

WC: 9.8k

Summary: After Nanami drops out of a mission, Takuma has trouble keeping it together around his new partner.

Warnings Under the Cut

Warnings: caught masturbating, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, sloppy makeouts, p in v, switch! Takuma Ino, switch! reader, pussy eating, doggy style, messy sex, safe sex, reader has pillow princess moments

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Takuma sat at a random table in the back of the bar, sipping his drink idly. He was tired, but not tired enough yet. Tomorrow he’d be traveling, heading out with Nanami to investigate a mysterious string of incidents believed to be caused by either a curse or a curse user.

Over the course of the past three weeks, women had been found across the city not dead, but in a state of catatonia. None of them had regained consciousness and all of their medical scans showed normal brain function, which completely contradicted the way they appeared. They were all unresponsive with wide, unblinking eyes and slack jaws. Their bodies were rigid, but their lungs would expand and contract intensely with each ragged breath. All of the victims fit a similar general description: beautiful, college-aged girls. There was no chance that the perpetrator was a human, and the incidents seemed too specific to be some sort of hysteria. The victims had been found at seemingly random locations across the city, but with further inspection, it seemed like each woman was found exactly 1.6 miles from the previous one.

The case seemed complicated, and even with the known evidence, there was likely going to be a lot of reconnaissance before the perpetrator would be located. Takuma didn’t know how much he’d be able to help with the investigation, but he wanted to try his best, deeply hoping that the victims would wake up and return to normal after the curse was defeated.

He was lost in thought, trying to put the clues together to figure out what to do, but he simply didn’t have enough information yet. He was having trouble quieting his mind enough to go to sleep, so he thought getting a drink might help him relax a bit.

Takuma’s gaze drifted across the room, observing the patrons. There was a group of older men playing pool. The two that were at the table looked so serious, they made each move with the utmost concentration. The other men surrounding the table were gathered in two subgroups, watching the game intently. Based on the situation, he figured some kind of serious bet had been made. There was also a group of young women at one of the bigger tables in the room. One of them was wearing a crown and a “bride” sash across her body, they were all giggling and the shot glasses at their table were piled up high. ‘Definitely a bachelorette party’ Takuma thought.

As he continued people watching, he started dubbing over the conversations he couldn’t hear in his head. He saw a couple arguing and laughed to himself as he imagined the woman lecturing the man over skidmarks she found while washing his underwear. He also saw that one of the bartenders seemed to be trapped listening to a middle aged man in a top hat, probably being bombarded with bad jokes. As he tried to come up with what might be being said, the front door opened and the prettiest girl Takuma had ever seen walked in.

He watched as you sauntered over to the bar, giving a firm tap to the shoulder of the guy in the top hat. He seemed startled, but got up quickly and left. You never even opened your mouth, you just looked down at the man with a sweet smile and he bent to your will. You sat down in that guy’s spot and ordered your drink, the bartender seemingly extremely grateful.

All thoughts about his mission tomorrow dissolved from Takuma’s mind as he watched you. He was entranced by the way you brought your glass to your lips and took a sip. He had been staring at you a lot longer than he realized and you sensed his eyes on you. You turned, locking eyes with him for a split second, a gentle smile on your lips. Takuma jolted his head to look in another random direction, trying to pretend he wasn’t just staring at you. Heat rose to his cheeks as he tried to recover from getting caught. You were even prettier when you were looking at him.

Takuma’s phone rang, startling him out of his embarrassment. It was Nanami.

“Hello?” Takuma asked as he answered the phone.

“Ino, there’s been a change of plans,” Nanami's gruff voice rang through the speaker, ”I’m not going to be accompanying you tomorrow.”

“Huh?!” Takuma gasped, “I appreciate your faith in me wholeheartedly, but I don’t think I’m anywhere near smart enough to figure this case out on my own.”

“I didn’t say you’d be on your own, I just said that I personally won’t be the one accompanying you,” Nanami explained. “You will be meeting your new partner for this assignment at your pickup location tomorrow.”

With that, Nanami hung up, leaving Takuma a bit shocked.

“Oh well, I guess it’ll probably be fine,” Takuma said to himself with a sigh. He refused to let Nanami down.

The next morning, Takuma strolled to the pickup spot. Luckily, he did manage to get a couple hours of sleep the night before. It was only 11am. The drive to the city was about two hours, and the plan was to wait until nightfall to go investigate. The victims had all been found in the early hours of the morning, so it was predicted that the curse was active at night. The extra few hours between arriving in the city and going out to investigate was to be used to check into the hotel, go over the known information, and do a basic survey of the area. Takuma was relieved that there would likely be enough time for a nap and a decent, hot meal before getting to work.

Within 3 minutes of arriving at the pickup location, a sleek, black car pulled up. Takuma knew this was his ride and walked towards the tinted back seat. However, before he reached the door handle, it began to open.

Oh right, his new partner.

The first thing out of the vehicle was a pair of pretty, long legs. Then, the rest of the body emerged.

Takuma’s stomach dropped and his face flushed as his new partner was revealed to him. It was you, the beautiful girl from the bar last night.

“Hi! You must be Takuma Ino,” you beamed, holding your hand out towards him.

He reluctantly moved his hand out to meet yours with a shake. “Yup, that's me,” he managed to stammer out, trying to play it as cool as possible.

As you firmly shook his hand, you introduced yourself. Takuma wanted to let out an exasperated sigh to himself, but managed to stifle it. Your name was just as pretty as you were.

Instead of crawling back into the car through the open door, you walked around the back of the vehicle and got in on the other side. Takuma popped the trunk of the car, placing his duffle bag of clothes in the back. After he shut the trunk again, he climbed into the car through the door you left open and silently put his seatbelt on. Then, the driver pulled away from the curb and onto the road.

Takuma had no idea how he was going to survive a two hour car ride with you, he was practically choking under the lovely scent of your perfume. Also, there was barely any space between you, just the gap of the middle seat. He was trying his best to maintain a neutral expression, he couldn’t believe how calm you were in this situation. It was probably because you were the pretty one in the car, you probably just saw him as an average guy. Takuma was relatively confident, he thought of himself as somewhat attractive, but sitting next to you he just thought he was beyond out of your league.

After about 10 minutes of silence, you looked over at him and spoke up.

“I bet you’re wondering why I’m here instead of Nanami,” Takuma looked over at you, “ he didn’t tell me why he couldn’t make it, he only said ‘business came up.’ However, when he called me, he said it might be better if I’m assigned as your partner for this mission anyways. His reasoning was that I fit the description of the victims, so I might be good bait for the perpetrator.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Takuma mumbled. He was a bit worried about using you as bait, since he didn’t want you to end up like the other poor girls, but he figured you must be really strong and capable if Nanami hand picked you.

You gave him a bright smile, practically blinding him.

“Don’t worry, Ino, I’ll be fine,” you promised, as if you could hear his thoughts. “I guess we have plenty of time to get to know each other right now, maybe we should discuss our cursed techniques. We could figure out how we can coordinate and build off of each other’s skills”

Takuma smiled at you, easing up a bit, “yeah, that sounds like a good idea!”

As you spoke, Takuma couldn’t help but notice how sweet and genuinely kind you came across. Aside from your looks making you seem a bit intimidating, you really weren’t scary at all. He wondered how you possibly got that guy at the bar to leave with only a look. Part of him wanted to ask you, but the rest of him didn’t want to bring attention to the fact that he was watching you at the bar last night.

After you got a full understanding of each other’s techniques, you just started talking about yourselves. Takuma mentally joked that this was the closest he’d ever get to a date with you.

You explained your love of animals, emphasizing your affinity for cats. You told him about your high school days and early missions you went on. You even rambled about your hobbies and routines. Takuma decided he liked listening to you talk as much as he liked looking at you.

You also gave him a chance to tell you about himself, listening intently as he talked about his life and interests. He kept having to break eye contact with you as he spoke, your sparkling gaze flustering him. He hoped the car was dim enough to obscure his blush.

Eventually, to the dismay of the driver, your conversation became pretty loud and lively as you started exchanging jokes and funny stories. The fun conversation made the long car ride feel like it was only minutes. Before you knew it, the car pulled up at the hotel, dropping you off.

You and Takuma stood in front of the sliding glass door of the building, duffle bags in hand. Takuma walked in first and you followed as he led you to the front desk.

“The reservation is under ‘Nanami,’” Takuma explained to the receptionist.

She typed on her computer, pulling up the file. “Found it,” she said,”room 308.” She handed you each a keycard.

Takuma’s stomach dropped, only one room.

You maintained your cheerful, neutral expression as you thanked the receptionist and turned around to head towards the elevator. This time time, Takuma followed you.

The ride up was quiet as Takuma silently fidgeted with his hand. How was he going to possibly make it through the next week in a room with you?

You soon arrived at the room and scanned your keycard, opening the door. It was a sizable, two-queen room. Takuma realized that the room was likely purchased with the intent of him and Nanami sharing. The idea of him sharing a room with a pretty girl probably wasn’t even a thought when the reservation was made.

He watched as you hopped over to the bed on the far side, plopping your bag on it. Then, you sat at the desk and pulled out your laptop, opening up a map of the city to study.

Takuma walked over to the closer bed and put his stuff down. The sheets were definitely the premium, expensive kind, and the bed was covered in four pillows as hotel beds usually are. He had been looking forward to the idea of knocking out in such a nice bed, but now he worried that he wouldn’t be able to sleep at all with you only a few feet away.

He unzipped the back of his hightops, kicking them off as he proceeded to plop down on his bed, back against the headboard. Then, he pulled out his own laptop. He was mesmerized as he watched you shrug off your sweater, revealing your thin tank top underneath. Takuma gulped, finding it difficult to concentrate on his work since he was so focused on yours. This time, you didn’t turn around as he stared at you. You probably knew he was watching you, but you didn’t show it.

After a while of studying your computer, your typing and clicking stopped.

“Ino, come over here and check this out,” you called.

“Sure, hold up,” he responded, sliding off the bed.

He walked over and noticed you had plotted numbers at various locations over the map of the city. He was curious about what you could’ve figured out.

“I put the information about the dates and orders all of the victims were found in, I knew about the 1.6 mile pattern, but I found another,” you explained, “It seems like the assailant is going to strike at one of these three locations.” You pointed to three pins you dropped over the map, each one in a different alley, 1.6 miles away from the last numbered pin on the map. “However, there were gaps in the dates of the past attacks, and based on that info, he’s going to strike tomorrow. That gives us plenty of time to check out the locations firsthand and place traps based on what we can find. I think this case might be easier than we previously thought.”

Takuma’s eyes widened as you explained your findings. It was pretty easy for him to follow along as you showed him the links between the locations, but he couldn’t help but be in awe of how smart you had to be in order to decipher the pattern. Pretty, smart, kind, strong, you were definitely way out of his league.

Together, the two of you discussed your plan of action, finding a way to utilize both of your strengths while avoiding your weaknesses. Your technique complimented his, which was really lucky. Takuma figured Nanami not only picked you for your potential as bait, but also for your abilities.

After you were satisfied with your plan, you got up and walked over to your duffle bag, pulling out your toiletries. You then headed over to the bathroom to put them away.

Now that he was alone in the room, Takuma took a deep breath and let it out slowly with a heavy sigh. He knew if the curse didn’t kill him, being stuck in your presence would. He glanced around, surveying the room, then he walked back to his bed, unzipping his bag and shuffling through it. He had brought a couple changes of clothes, a tooth brush, toothpaste, and dammit… he forgot to pack any snacks. He hadn’t eaten all day and now it was around 4. The only thing in his stomach were butterflies and they were making him nauseated.

“I’m gonna go to the vending machine down the hall,” Takuma called out, “do you want anything?”

“No thanks!” you chirped out through the bathroom door.

“Okay, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Takuma pulled his shoes back on and grabbed his keycard. He knew he’d only feel more embarrassed than he already did if you had to let him in. He strolled down the hallway with furrowed brows, purchasing more snacks than he usually would’ve from the vending machine. He wasn’t the type of person to get very stressed out, it wasn’t stress that was bothering him at all. He was just filled with pent up energy that he knew he wouldn’t be able to relieve now that you were staying in the same room as him. For the next few days, the prettiest girl he’d ever seen in his entire life would not only be working alone with him, but also sleeping only a few feet away from him. Not to mention that he’d have to hear you changing and showering a wall away. Takuma wanted to pace the halls or go on a walk to clear his mind, but he didn’t want to leave you wondering where he was, so he just headed back to the room.

Once he opened the door to the room with his bounty, he saw that you were out of the bathroom. Now, you had your hair up and a fresh layer of gloss on your lips.

“Hey,” you smiled at Takuma as he walked over to the small table to deposit the bags of snacks.

“Hi,” he replied, unable to resist giving you a smile of his own, “what’s up?”

“I just wanted to let you know, we still have a while before we need to head out. I saw a few shops on the way here, so I’m gonna go check them out,” you explained. “You seem pretty tired though, you’ve got crazy bags under your eyes. You should take a nap while I’m gone, it’ll probably at least be a couple hours,” you continued, “I’ll get us some food on the way back, just let me know what you want and I’ll bring it.”

Takuma brought a hand to his face, feeling the puffy skin under his eyes. He was pretty tired, and he knew he needed to be at full strength. It wasn’t likely that you guys would encounter the curse tonight, but he couldn’t risk it, especially since he wanted to make sure he could protect you if it came down to it.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” he replied, “I saw a restaurant by those shops you were talking about, I’ll write down my order.”

He walked over to the desk, bending down to write his order on the complimentary hotel notepad. You followed him over, all Takuma had to do was turn around and hand you the note. He stood up straight again, holding the paper out to you. As you took it from him, your fingers brushed his, the tiny amount of contact sent a jolt of electricity through his body.

“Thanks, Ino,” you beamed.

Takuma thought you were just going to turn and leave, but before he could put his hand down, you grabbed it with your free hand.

“Oh, Ino?” you spoke up, causing his breath to hitch as you fully held his hand. “Don’t worry about the curse, this whole thing will be a piece of cake.” Your fingers lingered on his for a moment before you let go, giving him a reassuring smile.

He wasn’t worried about the curse, but something about the way you spoke to him eased his mind anyways. You turned away and walked to the door.

“Hey, thanks,” he called out. You gave him a hum of acknowledgement as you closed the door behind you.

Takuma walked over to his bed and plopped down face-first onto it, groaning. What the hell was he gonna do?

After a good fifteen minutes of rotting face-first on the bed, Takuma slowly rolled over and stared at the ceiling for a moment before eventually sitting up. He once again glanced around the room. The first thing he noticed was your open duffle bag of clothes still laying on the bed, he lingered on it for a moment before moving on. As his gaze panned, he noticed you even left your laptop on the desk, open and logged in. Takuma groaned at how easy you made it. He wasn’t going to go through your stuff like some pervert, but he did feel extremely sexually frustrated. Instead, he got up and grabbed a bag of chips, opening it and scarfing it down quickly. It didn’t help at all, so he grabbed a bag of cookies and scarfed them down as well while he tried to figure out what to do. He finally decided taking a cold shower might be the best move.

He slid the ski-mask beanie off of his head and tossed it on the bed, then he shuffled through his bag to grab a change of clothes. After he had everything he needed, he sluggishly dragged himself over to the bathroom and shut the door. He threw his change of clothes down on the closed toilet seat and grabbed one of the towels off of the rack above it. He then threw the towel over the shower door and turned on the water, stripping his clothes off and throwing them into a pile as the water began running. Finally, he stepped in.

The cool water felt good against his flushed skin. He stood under the shower head with closed eyes, allowing the water to fully coat his body. After he felt relaxed enough, he decided it was time to get clean. He opened his eyes as he turned to grab the dumb little hotel-issued complimentary shampoo bottle, but before he could grab it, his blood ran colder than the water. Earlier, when you went into the bathroom with your toiletries, you lined up your shampoo, conditioner, and body wash across the ledge of the shower.

It was like he couldn’t escape you.

Takuma considered himself a gentleman and wanted to respect you and your boundaries, he didn’t want to do anything stupid and put his feelings on you. He was trying his damndest to stay cool and release his sexual energy through healthy means, but he just couldn’t catch a break. There was a reminder of you around every corner.

Takuma contemplated what he should do for a moment, but then he caved, reaching for your shampoo instead of the hotel one. He popped the lid of the bottle and squeezed a small amount onto his hand, it smelled so nice. He lathered it between his palms and worked it into his hair before finally rinsing it off. He repeated the same process with your conditioner. Lastly, he grabbed one of the small bath towels and squeezed some of your body wash onto it, using it to scrub down his body. After he felt totally clean, he rinsed off and got out without incident.

As he dried himself off, he couldn’t help but feel kinda bad for using your stuff without permission. He tried his best to not let the guilt eat at him too much. Knowing what he knew about you, you were too nice to be angry at him for that.

After he felt dry enough, he pulled on his clothes. Then, he walked over to the sink counter and pulled out the hotel blow dryer. He didn’t like going too long without his beanie, since he needed it for his technique, but he knew wet hair under it was uncomfortable. He always preferred to dry his hair completely post-shower.

You had left your perfume and lip gloss on the counter, the two things that bothered Takuma the most about you. You smelled so nice, he wished he could just hold you close and bask in your scent, and your glossy lips were so inviting, it took all his willpower to not stare at them as you spoke to him. Takuma would do anything to kiss you, but he knew it wasn’t an option.

Takuma felt like a ticking time bomb. He groaned as he set down the blow dryer. He knew that there was no way he could keep suppressing his feelings, he also knew that this might be his only chance alone in the hotel room. It had been less than an hour since you left, and you said you’d be gone a couple hours. He couldn't waste this opportunity.

Takuma practically flew over to his bed, shoving his duffle bag to the side after pulling his beanie back on. He propped his head and upper back against two of the four pillows, and laid down, bending his knees and planting his feet on the mattress. Then, he looked to his left. The nightstand between the two beds had a tissue box, he’d easily be able to hide the evidence.

After Takuma felt comfortable, he let his right hand slowly run down from the top of his chest towards his hips. He let out a hiss as his wrist lightly ran over his erection. He was so painfully horny. He didn’t even feel bad for thinking about you, he knew it was better to get himself off to the idea of you rather than accidentally saying something weird to your face.

He thought of the way you smiled at him, the way your eyes would sparkle when you looked at him. He never felt worthy of receiving your attention, but he wished he was. He palmed himself over his pants, thinking of the way you might look at him in a less than professional setting. He thought of brushing your hair out of your pretty face so he could lean in and kiss your glossy, perfect lips. He whined out at the way just thinking about your face made his cock twitch. He squeezed his right hand around his erection a little bit tighter, adding slightly more friction, but not enough.

He let his left hand drift down to his lower belly, fingers dancing under the hem of his shirt. His skin was so warm, it was like the cold shower did absolutely nothing to help him cool off.

Takuma thought of you getting handsy with him as he kissed you, your own fingers running across his skin. He allowed his left hand to drift further under his shirt, pushing it up along the way. He knew he couldn’t keep teasing himself with the time constraints, so he brought his right hand up from his hard cock to the waistband of his underwear, slowly dipping his hand underneath.

His shirt had been lifted all the way up over his pecs and he began to play with his chest. He imagined you sinking to your knees in front of him as his right fingertips slowly began revealing his cock to the air. He imagined your pretty eyes, hazy with lust as you tugged his pants down, leaving little kisses on his abdomen. He lifted his hips a bit in order to tug his pants and briefs down his thighs. He cried out as the hot skin of his cock met the cool hotel air. He thought of your eyes widening at the sight of him, maybe you’d even lick your lips before you started peppering soft kisses down it.

Takuma’s tip was practically leaking against his abdomen and he groaned as he allowed his right palm to grab the base. He imagined how big his cock would look in your small, soft hands. As he began to stroke himself, he wondered what kind of lover you were. Did you like to take charge? Did you like to be serviced? He would do anything you wanted, whether you wanted to ride him or wanted him to fuck you into the mattress. Takuma knew your voice would sound so pretty whether you were commanding him or begging him.

Your voice… The way you spoke to Takuma drove him crazy. His right hand moved a bit faster as he thought about the pretty sounds you might make, left hand pinching and grabbing at his own nipples.

His breathing was heavy and ragged as he stifled the majority of moans and groans by biting down on his lower lip. His eyes were squeezed shut as he bucked his hips into his hand.

Takuma began to imagine you naked. He wondered what your breasts would look like outside of the confines of your clothes, probably even more perfect than they already looked hidden away. He also wondered how you liked to groom yourself and if you'd let him touch you in your most intimate areas.

He bet that you’d taste just as good as you looked and smelled. He would love it if you’d ride his face and use him to get off. Just the thought of tasting your perfect little cunt made shockwaves run through his cock. He squeezed his hand a bit tighter as he bucked up roughly, failing to stifle the whines and groans he was letting out. He wanted you so bad, his body was reacting like he needed you.

Takuma’s mind drifted towards getting to fuck you properly. He’d want to kiss you as he bottomed out. He knew you’d be warm and tight around him, he hoped he could fill you up just the way you liked. His theory about you was that you’d start out trying to take the lead, but you’d crumble into a whining mess once his cock was sheathed within you. He figured it didn’t matter, it was unlikely that he’d ever find out, so that’s the fantasy he chose to go with.

He fucked his hand with fervor. He needed to cum so bad, he felt like he was going to explode. He thought about you babbling and telling him how good he felt inside you, he thought about the way he'd praise you for being so good for him. He could practically feel the way you'd spasm around him as you orgasmed, tightening around his cock even further. In a perfect world, there would be no consequences if he came inside you, he wanted to so badly.

Takuma’s skin was on fire, beads of sweat dripping down his face, his freshly washed hair sticking to the back of his neck. He was squirming against the bed, leaving small red marks with his nails against his chest. His hips started stuttering as he lost rhythm, focusing on nothing but chasing his high. He was so close and-

Click

‘Oh no, oh no, oh no’ Takuma panicked internally, you were back early. As the doorknob began turning, all he could do was grab one of the extra pillows next to him and at least cover his cock.

“Y-you’re back early,” Takuma stuttered out once the door opened.

“Yeah, I was thinking about how I denied something from the vending machine earlier and got kinda hungry. I felt kinda bad about getting food without you, so I just picked our orders up and brought them back.”

You hadn’t looked at him yet. You were tapping on your phone, focused on whatever was on it.

Takuma knew there was no escaping this situation, so he tried to stay quiet. Any movement to make himself decent would catch your attention, he was sure of it. Maybe you’d go to the bathroom or something and he could pull his shirt down and his pants back up at least. He was praying that he'd find a way out.

You put your phone and bag of food on the counter with the microwave. Then, you turned around slowly.

Fuck, he had been caught.

Takuma cringed as he felt your eyes run over his body, your expression remained neutral. You saw that the hair poking out from under his beanie was sticking out wildly, you saw his red cheeks and damp, sweaty skin. Your eyes ran over his bare, heaving chest, shirt still bunched up under his armpits. Then, they ran over his abdomen, down to his legs, noticing that his pants pooled at his mid thigh. You chose to focus your gaze on the pillow his hands held over his crotch last. Once you had properly analyzed him, your eyes met his.

“What were you doing, Takuma~” you asked him coolly.

He tried not to let out a sound as his first name left your lips. Of course you knew exactly what he was doing before you got back, it was like you wanted to torture him.

“Uh… I- I’m sorry?” Takuma managed to stammer out, his face red with embarrassment.

A wicked smile flashed across your face for a second and you took a step towards him.

“Why are you sorry, Takuma~”

You did it again, this time he couldn’t prevent himself from letting out a frustrated groan. He felt so small under your gaze, he wished he could just disappear.

You took another step towards him. You were close enough to him that you let your left hand ghost over the hair of his thigh. Soon, you allowed your palm to fall onto the pillow he was using to cover his crotch with, settling between his hands.

You glanced down over his body, your expression calm and neutral. Takuma’s heart was pounding in his ears, he was feeling an uncomfortable mix of emotions. He felt humiliated, but he was still incredibly turned on. He had been so close to finishing, and although the click of the lock on the door made his cock soften, it quickly hardened again when he saw you. He knew the pillow was too thick for you to feel him, he was partially annoyed that he couldn’t feel the pressure of your hand, but just the thought sent his mind reeling.

Your eyes met his again, lids heavy. You applied slightly more pressure to the pillow, just enough for him to feel it. You reveled in the gasp he let out.

“Can I see?” you asked, your voice syrupy and sweet.

Takuma took a sharp breath of air through his nose.

‘Why would you want to do that?” he asked nervously.

“Mm, I bet you look nice when you touch yourself,” you responded lazily.

Takuma felt like he was going to pass out, it felt like all of the blood in his body was accumulating in his cock, not allowing circulation anywhere else.

He felt vulnerable as you stared down at him. He watched as you slowly lifted your hand from the pillow, bringing it to your side to rest. The ball was in his court and you were patient as you waited for him to make the next move.

Takuma felt paralyzed under your gaze, but soon, he reluctantly began to pull the pillow off of himself. He held his breath as he revealed the rest of his body to you, nervous about what you might think.

He let out another hiss as his cock hit the cool air again. He almost missed the tiny moan you let out as you chewed on your bottom lip.

“So cute…” you mumbled. Your eyes were glossy and clouded. Takuma was nervous, but the way you were reacting to him made him want to continue.

He slowly wrapped his right hand around the base of his cock, giving it an experimental tug. He gauged your reaction before deciding that you were serious when you implied that you wanted to watch him jerk off.

With each flick of his wrist, he got more confident. His strokes began to get bigger as he allowed himself to relax under your intimidating stare. He didn’t think it would take long to cum, but he had lost what he had built up earlier.

Takuma slowly allowed his left hand to drift down and cup his balls, groaning at the contact.

You were mesmerized as you watched his hips involuntarily bucking up into his hands. He was whining and moaning, his eyes closed and brows furrowed.

“I was right,” you sighed, “you look so good like this, Takuma.”

He hummed out a strained ‘thanks,’ losing himself to the pleasure.

Your hands remained relaxed at your sides, not making any moves towards touching him or yourself. However, your breathing was getting heavier and heavier. The only thing you did to try to relieve the pressure building up within your body was squeeze your thighs together. Watching Takuma fall apart was one of the most incredible things you’d ever witnessed.

His hips began to stutter and lose their rhythm as he fucked up into his hand. He knew the pressure inside of him was going to peak soon. Takuma didn’t say anything to you about being close, he knew he was being pretty obvious about it. His left hand released his balls and reached towards the tissue box on the nightstand, but you grabbed his wrist before he could pull a tissue out.

“No, please, I wanna see,” you whined.

“Oh, o-ok baby,” Takuma strained.

It was all too much. He was so warm, his hand felt so good with your praise. He didn’t want to let you down.

The cord within him snapped as he was pushed over the edge. His hips slowed into tiny thrusts as he shot thick ropes of cum across his chest and stomach, crying out from the release. He came so hard, for a second he didn’t even know if he'd come down from his high.

Once he calmed down a bit, he slowly opened his eyes, curious about your reaction.

“S’ good for me,” you praised as you watched him release his spent cock, which dropped against his abdomen with a gentle smack. He once again felt vulnerable as your eyes met his, they were almost as glossy as your lips.

You took another step up towards the headboard, reaching out your fingertips to brush against his torso.

Takuma took in a sharp breath as you ran your fingers through the sticky mess he had made across his belly. You let out a pleased sigh as you felt his cum gather on your fingertips.

He watched as you brought your fingertips to your pretty lips, gently parting them so you could have a taste.

You let out the prettiest moan of satisfaction as you licked your fingers. The noise making blood once again rush down to Takuma’s cock. You were absolutely filthy, and he loved it.

“You do taste as good as you look, Ta,” you sighed out.

“Mm, I was wondering the same thing about you,” he replied, using his arms to boost himself up and sit against the headboard, scooting over to make space for you.

“Good,” you drawled, “we’re on the same page then.”

You sat down on the side of the bed, now eye level with him.

“I want to kiss you,” he said.

“Yeah?” you smiled before continuing, “please do.”

With that, Takuma gently cupped the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. His lips felt so good against yours. You whined out involuntarily as he deepened the kiss.

You soon kicked off your shoes, took out your hair clip, and climbed over him, effectively straddling him. You may have been the one on top, but Takuma was taking the lead.

Your palms rested on his chest as he kissed you, not caring about how sticky they were getting. You felt his teeth graze against your lower lip and you opened for him in response. The kiss was getting sloppy as his tongue invaded your mouth, pressing up against yours. A droplet of spit dribbled out of the corner of your mouth and down onto his already messy belly. Takuma brought the hand that wasn't behind your neck down to your hip, guiding you against him.

You cried out into his mouth as your clothed pussy made contact with his cock. Takuma forgot that although he already came, you hadn't even touched yourself. He couldn't imagine how pent up you must feel. Still, you were patient as you allowed him to guide you. Your body felt so good against him, better than he ever imagined.

You moved your hands off of his body and down to your tank top, leaving sticky handprints on it. Although it was hard for you, you forced your mouth off of Takuma’s and pulled your shirt over your head. Then, you kissed him again.

Takuma moved his big hands off of your hip and neck so he could feel the bare skin of your torso. His fingertips leaving sparks against you as they wandered. Your hips found their own rhythm against his as you continued to make out.

Soon, Takuma moved his fingers to the back of your bra, unhooking it. You allowed it to fall to your lap as his large hands found your breasts. You moaned out again into him, bringing your fingertips to graze the hairs on the back of his head under his beanie. He thumbed your nipples and kneaded you, his rough hands feeling wonderful against your soft skin.

It didn’t take long before Takuma released your breasts and rolled you onto your back. Your head hit the extra pillow that had been underneath the one he used to cover himself with. He broke away from the kiss and looked at you, his hands on either side of your head, knees between yours, cock bobbing against his torso. He finally took a moment to study your body.

“Wow, you really are perfect,” he cooed, feeling a lot more confident than he did earlier.

Your face flushed as you looked up at him, suddenly very bashful.

“It's been hard being around you,” you explained breathlessly, “wanted you since I saw you at the bar.”

He groaned out.

“You do a great job of hiding your emotions,” he teased, “kinda wish I had that talent.”

“I heard you through the door earlier. You were really quiet, I could just barely hear, but the way you sounded was making me crazy. Tried my best to play it off when I walked in, but I couldn't help myself,” you babbled.

Takuma felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, but he quickly dismissed it. It didn't matter how he got into this situation, all that mattered was the fact that he had a pretty girl to take care of underneath him.

He leaned down again to kiss you. He moved his right hand to your breast, balancing himself on his left. The feeling made you squeak into his mouth.

He had been right about you. You took control when you first caught him, but the second you actually got involved, you were completely pliable to his will.

As the kiss became sloppy again, Takuma felt your fingertips ghost over his cock. His shirt had fallen down over his chest when he maneuvered himself over you, but his pants and briefs were still around his thighs. He groaned as your fingers wrapped around him and slowly began to pump up and down.

“You’re really good at that, y’ know that, sweetheart?” He murmured between kisses, tiny gasps escaping his lips.

“Mm, I want more Ta-,” you whined, “please fuck me.”

Takuma’s cheeks tingled, blushing at your words. He felt lucky beyond belief that you even wanted to give him the time of day. If he was being honest with himself, he was grateful that he didn’t get his ass beat when you caught him. He never would’ve expected you’d end up underneath him, practically begging him to fuck you.

“Yeah? How do you want me?” he asked, pulling off of you.

You responded by pushing him back until he was sitting on his knees. Then, you flipped yourself over, burying your face in the pillow with your ass in the air.

“I want you to fuck me like this, Takuma,” you purred.

Takuma bit his lip as he let one of his hands run down your back, settling on the swell of your ass.

“I like this angle,” Takuma approved. “Only one problem… I already came and I don’t have any protection,” he mumbled.

“My back pocket,” you responded, slightly muffled by the pillow.

Takuma slid his hand across your butt, reaching into the pocket with the lump. Sure enough, you had a small, square, foil wrapped package in your pocket.

“Wow, you really are dirty,” he teased, “seems like you wanted this or something.”

“I bought a box when I was out, just in case,” you explained, “when I heard you through the door, I slipped one into my pocket.”

Takuma smiled to himself, you really knew how to plan ahead.

He tossed the condom on the bed next to him and reached around your torso. He found that you had already popped the button and zipper to your jeans as you laid on your stomach. Takuma hooked his fingers under the sides of your pants and slowly tugged them down, leaving your panties on.

“These are cute,” Takuma observed, referring to your underwear.

“They’d be cuter off,” you mumbled in response.

“I agree,” Takuma mused. He began slowly peeling your underwear off of your body, watching as the fabric slowly slipped off. “Holy fuck, dude,” Takuma whined, “you’re so damn wet.” He was mesmerized by the way strings of slick connected your pussy to the crotch of your underwear.

You whined out at his words.

Once your panties were pulled down to your knees, Takuma couldn’t help himself. He took a handful of your ass and used his thumb to run through the folds of your wet cunt. He licked his lips as he watched a bead run down the hood of your clit and onto the sheets beneath you. You must’ve wanted him really bad.

“Baby, can I please have a taste?” He asked you.

You nodded vigorously against the pillow in response.

With both of his hands on your asscheeks, Takuma leaned down and licked a flat-tongued stripe up your cunt, starting at your clit. You cried out from the sensation as he hummed against you. You could hear tiny bubbles forming and popping as he lapped up the wetness that was practically pouring out of you. You weren't sure if you had ever been this turned on in your entire life.

Takuma was absolutely savoring every drop that came out of you, you tasted better than he could’ve possibly imagined. He swore that if the curse somehow managed to kill him tonight, he’d die a happy man, knowing he spent part of his last hours alive eating you out. He reveled in every muffled moan and squeak you let out as you squirmed against him. He was determined to make you cum on his tongue.

Your fingers were buried in the pillow, the sheets, anything you could get your hands on, you felt like you were going to float away into the abyss if you didn’t consciously anchor yourself down. Takuma had switched from lapping at your entire cunt to focusing his attention on your clit, nose practically inside of you. Every gentle suck he gave you made you practically scream into the pillow, and the hums of pleasure he released against you weren’t making it any easier. He was acting like this gave him as much pleasure as it did you. As he began to find the perfect angle, you started trembling uncontrollably.

“R-right there Takuma,” you whined, “if you keep going I might c- cum.”

He hummed a small ‘mhm’ in approval, a smile forming across his lips, which were currently wrapped around your clit.

Your squirming soon got a lot more intense. Takuma had to wrap his arm across your lower back to hold you still, desperate to not lose the angle he found. You were practically sobbing as your toes curled and uncurled from the pleasure. The pressure in your abdomen was building up exponentially by the second.

“Ta.. Ta- please, I’m gonna- so soon,” you sobbed out.

Takuma’s determination to make you cum on his face was relentless. He maintained his position and movements as he sucked your clit. Humming in a way that sounded like he was trying to praise you. It was all too much, everything felt too good, too perfect.

There was nothing in the world that could prevent your cord from snapping, so it did.

You screamed as you came, luckily muffled by the pillows so as to not alert the other hotel patrons. You didn’t care if they heard though, a huge part of you wanted the world to know how good Takuma made you feel.

Takuma’s sucks at your clit calmed down as you relaxed, he kept pace with you to prevent overstimulation. Once he felt you were cooled off enough, he pulled his face away.

“Where did you get so good at that,” you mumbled.

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he teased punctuating the end of his sentence with one last lap at your cunt. He chuckled as you involuntarily jumped from the overstimulation.

“Hey, no fair,” you whined.

“You seem to like it though,” he smiled. You looked cute in your post orgasm glow, with your ass in the air and face buried in the pillow.

You moved some of your hair out of your face. You didn’t turn to look at Takuma, but you let your gaze fall back from your current position.

“Takumaa, you’re still hard.” What an astute observation.

“It’s difficult not to be hard around you, babe. I think I’ve spent the majority of the time I’ve known you hard,” he lightheartedly admitted. “It’s only amplified by the view I’ve got right now.”

“Why don’t you fuck me about it then,” you grumbled.

Takuma’s grin only widened, “anything for you, princess.”

Takuma sat up straight and reached for the little foil package he tossed next to himself earlier. Your heart was racing in anticipation as you heard him tear it open. He rolled the condom onto his cock and then adjusted his positioning, scooting up to align with you. You couldn’t help but wiggle your butt back towards him. Once the tip of his cock hit the folds of your pussy, he spoke out.

“Okay, are you ready?”

You nodded into the pillow, “yes, please, I need it really bad.”

Slowly, Takuma pushed his cock past the threshold of your cunt. You were mewling out before he even got the whole head of it into you. He was chewing down on his lip with each little pulse of your pussy around him. You were so damn tight, he wanted to at least get all the way in before he lost himself. You were so warm and wet and inviting, Takuma couldn’t even imagine how good you’d feel without the condom. Little did he know, you were thinking the same thing.

The second he fully sheathed himself inside of you, Takuma groaned out your name. “Feels so good, I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

His words went straight to your pussy and you cried out as you pulsed around him. You only saw Takuma for the first time at that random bar last night, and you had only met him six, maybe seven hours ago at most, but him calling you ‘his’ drove you crazy. He filled you up perfectly, he took such good care of you, he put on a wonderful show for you, if that’s what being ‘his’ entails, that’s what you want to be more than anything else. In response, you rutted your hips against his.

Takuma sighed out as he began to slowly thrust into you. He wanted to pace himself and didn’t want to push your limits, but your pussy sure did feel like heaven. The tiny sounds you were letting out egged him on, but he was waiting for your signal.

“Takuma, you can go faster,” you encouraged after a few seconds of adjustment.

Takuma picked up the pace and vigor of his thrusts in response. He was groaning and whining at the way you kept tightening around his cock, babbling out your name. You weren’t doing any better, if you were being honest with yourself, you were probably doing a lot worse.

The both of you continued to get louder as Takuma fucked into you. He wasn’t going too fast, but his thrusts were hard and with purpose. He soon brought his hands to your hips and rubbed soothing circles against your skin, lightly using you as leverage for his thrusts. As he continued to fuck you, his pace began quickening and he was getting rougher with you. You started crying out his name and sobbing against the pillow as he buried his cock within you. His grip on your hips got tighter and tighter until he eventually started yanking you down to meet his thrusts.

“Holy sh-shit, you’ve got such a great body,” Takuma whined out along with your name as he roughly fucked up into you. “Wanted you so bad, didn’t think I’d be good enough,” he continued to babble.

In response, you reached your right hand behind you, holding it out to him. You were too far gone to respond with words, but you hoped he’d get the message. Takuma did see your hand and met it with his own. Him holding your hand felt so intimate, and it was exactly what both of you needed.

Soon, though, Takuma started finding it difficult to hold himself up, so he bent over your body, his chest meeting your back. He used his left hand to try and hold himself up, releasing your right hand and snaking his arm around your body to play with your clit. Your eyes were tearing up and your brain was completely hazy, he did everything right and it was sending you over the edge.

You moaned and whined as you felt him peppering kisses over your back. He knew exactly what to do, he did everything to make you feel as good as possible. Even with his cock already buried inside of you, you wanted him so bad.

“Perfect girl,” Takuma breathed against your skin, “love you, love your body so much, love you.”

You squirmed and whined against him feeling yourself getting close as his fingers found the perfect rhythm against your clit. You were too cock drunk to even notice that he said he loved you.

“Takuma, I’m getting close,” you cried, “I wanna cum with you so bad.”

“I’m getting there too,” he strained out in reply, “gonna fill you up.”

Takuma’s thrusts started becoming erratic, he was having trouble maintaining the rhythm of his hips. He made sure to focus as much attention as he could on maintaining his movements on your clit. You didn’t say anything, but he noticed your toes curling and you started trembling the way you did the last time you came, your squeaks and moans getting louder through the pillow.

He picked up his pace and noticed your movements change. You were about to cum, and so was he.

You screamed out and Takuma groaned into your ear as both of you hit your highs at the same time. His hips stuttered against you as he shot his load into the condom. You were shaking intensely against him and praising him relentlessly, your pussy continuing to constrict his cock. You were obsessed with the way he moaned your name into your ear, the sensation of his warm breath against you and the sound of your name on his lips prolonged the effects of your orgasm. You felt so good that you didn’t even know if you were capable of ever being stressed again.

Eventually, Takuma slowly pulled out of you. You let out an annoyed whine at the loss of the feeling of his cock, but soon came to. You lifted yourself up on your hands and reached for the tissue box to help Takuma clean up the condom. Once you grabbed a tissue, you turned around to look at him.

“OH MY GOD,” you burst out laughing. He gave you a puzzled expression. “Takuma, your face!”

Sure enough, his face was completely shiny, mostly around his chin, nose and mouth, but there were even a couple drips over his forehead and at the base of his beanie. His appearance gave you a pretty good idea of how completely soaked you were when he ate you out.

After he slipped off the used condom, tied it off, and wrapped it in the tissue, he reached his hand up and felt his face.

“Well, my chest was already a mess, so I guess it’s not that big of a deal that my face is too,” he laughed, “all was worth it in my opinion.”

You smiled at him and pulled him towards you for a kiss. “I really like you, Takuma,” you giggled.

Your words reminded him that he accidentally told you he loved you, but he decided that was a thought best to ignore. He met your lips and kissed you, the both of you smiling into it.

Eventually, you both pulled your pants back on and escaped the afterglow of sex, ready to head on with the rest of the day.

“I guess we should probably get showers before heading out, kinda sucks that the last one I took didn’t count,” Takuma stated.

You hummed in agreement. However, the idea of showering reminded him of something.

“I’m so sorry, but I totally used your shampoo ‘n stuff earlier,” Takuma admitted.

“Oh, that’s fine,” you replied, a smile laced throughout your tone, “I feel like men usually forget stuff like that, so I brought the big bottles with the intention of you using them too.”

Takuma let out a sigh of relief, “well that’s nice, guess I wouldn’t expect any less than you.”

“Of course,” you beamed.

Out of nowhere, Takuma’s stomach rumbled, loudly. He groaned in embarrassment.

“Oh fuck,” you remarked, “I forgot about our food, at least our room has a microwave.”

“Yeah,” Takuma chuckled, “you’re probably pretty hungry too, so let’s eat and then shower.”

You agreed with his suggestion, “sounds good, gotta be at our A game to deal with that curse.”

Takuma’s mood dropped slightly for a second, the mission. He almost forgot that the only reason you were with him right now was because of the curse that’s been messing with young women over the past few weeks. He also knew that with your brain, the case would be solved quickly and you’d part ways early. He hoped that after all was said and done, you’d be willing to go on a real date with him. But for now, he was going to enjoy the meal you brought him and take a shower. He smiled to himself, he couldn’t ask for better company than you.

“Oh, Takuma,” you piped up, “your bed is probably gonna be kinda gross until room service changes out the sheets. You're welcome to sleep with me in mine when we get back tonight, if you want.”

Takuma couldn't help but smile wide, “I’d like that a lot.”

[0mg-bird]

Oh, wait, wait! I thought of one!! Can I please get reader and Rhett getting freaky because they think his house is empty, but... it's not actually empty?? 👀😅

I laughed out loud because this is such a funny plot.

Caught ~ Rhett Abbott x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ themes, mature content below.

The radio’s low, the truck engine rumbles, and you’re sitting in the middle of the bench seat, head on Rhett’s shoulder.

Coming back from the movie in town, the two of you sat in a fine silence as the truck bumped along towards the ranch. The idea of lunch was good, but it wasn’t the only thought in your head.

He smelled great, and the heat of his hand on your knee had you crossing your ankles. He hadn’t done anything really, just kissed you a little harder when he picked you up earlier and his hand slipped down to your ass when you waited in line to get the movie tickets.

Now, he sat looking perfectly too good, talking about lunch.

You don’t miss the way his hand slips a little further up, laying perfectly on the inside of your thigh. It’s a small sound you let out, it’s barely audible, but Rhett glances down at you as his smirk grows.

“What is it?” He asks innocently, making you glare.

Not amused by his smug look, your own hand makes a move across his thigh, darting straight below his belt buckle.

He jolts, the truck sways back and forth for a moment and you laugh.

“Jesus, you’re gonna kill us, baby.” He breathes.

You lean up to his ear and whisper. “It’s not nice to tease, is it?”

Swallowing, he finds it as more of a challenge than anything. His hand completely disappears under the skirt of your dress and between your thighs, his fingers slowly rubbing you over your underwear.

The breath you let out now is significantly louder. Your teeth sink into your lower lip as you hum out.

“Fuck.” Rhett curses, adjusting in his seat, causing his growing erection to rub against your palm. He tightens his grip on the steering wheel as you palm him over his jeans.

Lunch is definitely forgotten about.

By some miracle, the two of you pull into the drive in one piece, despite his speed.

The two of you pause and look at the vacant space. No other trucks were around.

Immediately, Rhett is unbuckling the both of you and dragging you out of the truck. As he pushes you against the cab door, you try to get words out as he’s kissing you with a feverish hunger.

“Are you- mm- are you sure no one’s home?” You pant, hands on his shoulders.

“The trucks are gone, it’s our lucky day.” He chuckles lowly, gripping your ass before letting you move.

The two of you stumble to the door, trying to walk and kiss each other at the same time isn’t easy.

After fumbling with the door knob, the two of you get inside and listen to the utter quietness.

Rhett’s pulling you into the living room, too impatient to get up the stairs to his bedroom.

You knock the cowboy hat off his head, rushing your shaky fingers through his hair. You walk him backwards until he hits the couch and sits, spreading his legs and pushing his hips out before tugging you on top of him.

Straddling him, you smile. “I haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already hard.”

He grips your hips and sinks you down, dragging you against his tight jeans. “You could just look at me and I’ll get hard, sweetheart, it doesn’t take much.” He says before sucking at your neck.

Your head falls back to give him better access, your bucking against him on your own accord as you feel the warmth of his tongue and lips.

“I want you so much.” You pant, pulling the snaps of his shirt open.

Manic hands smooth across his chest as you push him to lay against the back of the couch. You trail your hand down the muscles of his stomach that flex under your touch, then you slide back to give yourself more room to unbuckle his belt. Rhett watches your actions, utterly aching against the material of his constricting jeans. He helps you push both the jeans and his boxers down, desperate for the way you wrap your soft hand around his sprung erection.

He groans at the relief, but isn’t satisfied. “Please, just let me be inside you.” He pants, pulling you closer.

“That’s what you want? You want to fuck me, Rhett?” You question dumbly.

He eyes you dark and hungrily, then he’s flipping the two of you over, pressing your back into the couch cushions. Wasting no time, he’s yanking your pretty panties down your legs and spreading you open.

So caught up in each other, Rhett pushes into you without one single thought of doubt. Tongue in your mouth, your legs wrapped around him, he’s more focused on the way your walls are tight around him than the sound that comes from upstairs.

You gasp and pull away, concern written on your face. “Did you hear that?” You pant out, his thrusts not stopping.

“The house is old, it creaks.” He tells you.

You nod, softly moaning into his mouth as he hits a perfect spot inside you. You hold onto the back of his head, focusing directly on the look in his heavy eyes.

That’s why when Perry comes down the stairs and turns into the living room, the two of you don’t notice right away.

Perry does.

“What the fuck!” He shouts, staring straight at Rhett who snaps his head up.

You yelp out, immediately mortified as you sink down so the arm of the couch hides you.

“Perry.” Rhett breathes, not sure exactly what to do. “What-what’re you doin’ here?”

“What am I doing? What the hell are you doing?” He argues, trying to look anywhere else as the two of you right yourselves and fix your clothes.

Rhett pulls his jeans back up. “Sorry we just…I could’ve sworn no one was home.”

“My trucks in the shop.” Perry explains.

You hide your face in your hands, then stand to pull your boots back on. “I’m sorry I should…bye, Perry.” You immediately rush out of the door.

Rhett chases after you, finding you already in the truck. “Baby I…” He can’t even get a sentence out before he’s laughing.

You hit his shoulder. “That was not funny, Rhett! Drive me home.” You panic, red in the face.

“Oh come on, we didn’t finish.”

“I’m never having sex with you again.”

[liliasdog]

Avis Amberg x Reader

Avis goes to the station and sees a woman that catches her interest and claims her forever.

Contains: Praise, Strap, blood, knife, choking, bondage, collar, pet play, dog cage

This is my first attempt at smut so sorry if it sucks.

It was a boring day at the station while you were working on a truck you heard Eddie trying to get your attention. “Hey, doll you got a customer.”

“It better not be another creepy guy Eddie, you know I don't like them.” You say as you lift your head from inside the trucks hood and wipe off the grease from your hands.

Eddie let you get cleaned up before telling you who it is. “It's Avis. She requested you specifically doll so go get her.” He says and walks back to his office.

You knew Avis was a big deal around the station, anyone who goes with her always has damn good stories to tell. So you hurry over to her car and lean in the window. “Fill ‘er up ma'am?”

“I want to go to dreamland.” Avis says and that's when you notice her beautiful red dress. “Of course ma'am.” You say as you get in her car and the two of you drive to her mansion.

“My daughter isn't home so we'll have the house to ourselves darling.” Avis says and gets out of the car and you follow her.

“This is a nice house ma'am.” You say as you look around while she leads you to her room. “Please darling call me Avis or Miss. We are about to fuck each other.” She says and you nod. “Yes Miss.”

Walking into her bedroom you see the large four poster bed against the back wall but you also notice a dog cage and get confused cause you didn't hear a dog. “Do you have a dog Miss?” You ask.

“No dear, that's for you if you do a good job.” She says with a smirk on her face. “You see dear if you're a good little pup for Mama then you can stay here forever and not have to work at the station anymore.” Avis tells you and your eyes widen in shock.

“Not to sound rude Miss but that has to be a joke.” You say confused and she sits on her bed and pats the spot beside her and you accept.

“I'm not joking dear, Eddie has told me how much you hate it there and he has also told me who you prefer to service so, I talked with him and we made a deal. You stay with me permanently if you can prove yourself worthy of it and you never have to go back there.” She says as she changes into a flowy robe and you can't decide how to feel knowing that if you do good enough for her you won't have to deal with creepy guys anymore.

“I.. I can't accept that Miss, I chose to work there so I put up with it no matter how bad it gets.” You tell her unable to accept the hospitality but she stops you. “You will accept and I know you will because I have everything you need to be happy in this house. Any toy you could think of is in my collection, every tool for pain and every tool for pleasure.” Avis tells you and you feel yourself blush and nod not trusting yourself to talk.

“O.. Okay Miss I accept your offer and thank you.” You say and nod your head again. Hearing Avis let out a soft laugh you look at her.

“Darling, you are just so polite, I knew you'd be a good choice. Now if you're ready to continue I want you to strip for me.” She tells you and leans back on her arms with her legs crossed.

Getting up you remove your boots, uniform and hat before removing your lace bra and underwear with a blush. “I choose to dress up even just a little bit especially with this job.” You explain and wait for her next instruction.

“Well my dear, I can say that you look absolutely divine. Now come show me what your mouth can do first.” Avis says and spreads her legs for you and you see she's not wearing underwear. “Crawl for me pet.” She commands and you can't resist letting out a soft moan at the order.

Getting on your hands and knees you crawl towards her bed and kneel before her. “Get to it pet.” Is all she says before gasping as you run your tongue across her folds.

As you run your tongue over her clit she grabs your hair and pulls causing you to moan. Deciding to focus on just her clit you use little licks and then suck and smirk as you hear Avis’s reaction.

“F...Fuck pet, so good.” Avis moans out as you continue to suck her clit before pulling away and nipping her thigh playfully. Pushing your tongue into her entrance she let's out a high pitched moan.

“Yes, yes pet yes. Good girl.” Avis moans as she arches her back and you know she's close so you suck her clit harshly and she cums all over your tongue and face. She holds you close as you clean her up then sit back on your heels panting with a smile.

When Avis finally comes down from her aftershocks she looks at you impressed. “Wow pet, you are sinfully good with that tongue of yours. Get up here and fuck me again.” She tells you and strips out of her robe.

Climbing onto the bed you run your fingers over her body and stop on her breasts. “Did you like that Miss?” You ask knowing that she did. She flips you over so she's on top now and gets up and grabs some things.

You see her grab a knife, some rope, shears, a strap on and a red leather collar. Seeing her grab the items you feel yourself blush and see Avis smirk. Avis puts the knife on the dresser before turning to you.

“Are you ready pet because I will ruin you.” Avis asks and you say your consent before she comes back to the bed and puts the items down and sees your thighs are covered in your own arousal. “But first let's help you out pet.” Avis says before slowly thrusting a finger into you.

Grabbing the bed you ask her, “More please Miss.” and she adds a second finger and picks up her pace. “Fuck, please Miss. Please.” You beg without knowing what for but Avis starts rubbing her thumb in circles over your clit and you bite your lip to not let out a loud whine.

“I have to say pet you look so good writhing under me. Do you want more from Mama?” Avis asks sarcastically. With your hips meeting her every thrust you nod and thrash your head side to side. “Please Miss, need more.” You beg and she speeds up again and you scream out as you cum all over her fingers and hand.

“Shhh, I got you pet. Good girl for me, such a good pet.” Avis praises as she slowly removes her fingers and pets your hair soothingly as you come down from your high.

Coming back to reality you smile softly. “Thank you Miss.” Is all you can say before Avis kisses you passionately and wraps her hand around your neck not cutting of airflow but just for slight pressure so you remember who's in charge.

Avis pulls away and smiles. “I'm going to put a rope harness on you if that's okay dear.” She tells you but still waits for permission. “That's perfectly fine Miss, please tie me up.” You say excitedly and she starts wrapping the rope around your chest and torso making sure to accentuate your breasts for herself.

By the time she's done you're now wearing a nice heart harness and you see Avis smile clearly glad with her work. “You look so good pet, so submissive for me. Why I bet you'd let me cut my name into you.” She says and you immediately let out a moan at the thought as Avis smirks shocked.

“Well, well it seems I picked myself a masochist. If you really want me to carve my name into your thigh you'll do whatever I say, when I say it pet. Can you be a good girl and listen to me?” Avis asks and she chuckles as you frantically nod your head not trusting your words.

“I need words pet or I won't do anything.” She says and you speak up. “P...Please Miss I'll do anything.” You beg then see Avis grab the strap on. “Anything huh? Well put this on and fuck me then like the good pet I know you can be.” Avis tells you and lays on the bed while she waits for you to fix the harness to yourself and you climb back on the bed.

Lining up the tip of the dildo with her entrance she grabs your shoulders as you slowly ease it into her. “I'm not going to break pet. Fuck me like you mean it.” Avis says as she grabs your face to look at her. Hearing her words you harshly thrust forward and feel her claw your shoulders.

Thrusting into Avis at a steady pace you thrust a little harder just to test out what she likes and when she moans loudly you know she likes it. “Yes pet. So good for me. Such a good girl.” She praises as she starts meeting your thrusts and her moans start getting higher pitched. Moving your mouth to her breast you start sucking and biting softly before moving one hand and frantically rub her clit as her back arches and she screams. “YES, YES. FUCK.” Is all she says as she cums around the dildo and you slow down your thrusts before pulling out of her.

Laying on top of Avis you run your hands over her thighs and help her come down. Feeling her pet your hair you see her eyes are glossy and she pulls you up for a kiss. “Thank you pet, you did so good for Mama and made me feel so good. I want you to be mine forever.” Avis says as she slowly gets up and grabs the red leather collar and puts it around your neck.

“I promise that I'll always keep you safe and be loyal to you my pet.” She says and locks it closed. Feeling tears fall Avis wipes them off your cheeks. “Thank you Miss. Thank you so much.” You knock her over onto the bed with a hug and kiss before remembering. “Does this mean you'll carve your name in my thigh?” You ask her hopeful and she laughs and nods.

“Yes my sweet pet I will. Just lay on the bed and get comfortable.” Avis says and grabs the knife off her dresser then comes back and straddles your shins. “Are you sure about this pet? This can't be taken back.” Avis asks you needing to make sure you fully understand what this means and you nod. “I understand what this means and I will be yours proudly for everyone to see Miss.” You tell her with a smile.

Feeling the sting of the knife in your thigh you grab the bed and grip hard as you try not to moan. Feeling yourself getting close to another orgasm you warn Avis. “G...Gonna cum Miss.” Avis just smiles and continues her work on your thigh. “Cum for me pet just from me claiming you as mine. Be such a good girl for me.” Avis says and you cum as she finishes her name.

Panting heavily you hear Avis toss the knife somewhere and pull you into her lap. “You did so good baby. Such a good pet for me.” She praises as she slowly rocks you both an you fall asleep in her arms.

Waking up an hour later you see Avis has bandaged where she cut and smile before hearing her in the bathroom. Getting up you push through the pain and walk over to her and wrap your arms around her waist and press a kiss to her neck. “Thank you Miss for bandaging my thigh. You're really sweet.” You tell her and she grins.

“Of course my pet. I'll always take care of you no matter what. Now I was called into the office so I want you to get some more rest and nap in your cage. Don't worry about Eddie he knows not to be expecting you and there's food and water already in your cage for you.” Avis tells you with a kiss to your head and helps you to your new dog cage and you see it's got a nice soft dog bed and a plush blanket then spot the snacks and bottle if water for you. Crawling inside you make yourself comfortable and fall asleep while Avis goes to work.

You dream of Avis and how she's now you're Dominant forever and smile as you sleep.

[klaprisun]

One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley)(Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 32: Haley's POV

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

To my delight, I awakened in the early morning with the person I had just shared quite a night with still by my side. I do feel fairly guilty for not returning the favor for Danny, but she had rocked my world so intensely that I couldn’t even register what had happened. 

I also was feeling a little nervous with everything too, considering it was my first time getting down and dirty with a girl. I really don’t want to embarrass myself, or make myself a fool. Being bad at things on the first try makes me lose my mind too, so I can either be phenomenal or nothing at all. Little dramatic on my part, but I don’t want Danny to laugh at me or pity me.

She really isn’t that kind of person though, she wouldn’t laugh at me or make fun of me. I know she would be patient with me and let me take my time figuring things out, but I don’t want to disappoint her. Danny really set the bar high with her performance last night.

Just as I was about to sit up in bed, I looked down and noticed Danny’s arm strewn across my stomach. Her hand was caressing the side of my hip ever so gently in her sleep. She was sleeping, stomach down, head turned away from me with the blankets weirdly entwined with her legs. She is a really warm bodied person, so I can see how the blankets got kicked down to our legs like that. I would’ve been cold all night if it wasn’t for her body heat.

I watch as Danny’s bare back rises and falls slowly with each deep breath she takes in her sleep. She was truly okay with sleeping naked last night, which I really didn’t mind. It is a nice treat to wake up to this morning, that's for sure. 

Suddenly, as if sensing I was awake, Danny rolls over onto her back with a groan. She stretches her arms above her head and grabs onto the headboard. At this moment, all other thoughts have escaped my brain and my heart flutters in my chest.

“Haley,” Danny groans in another attempt to stretch, this time her legs. “Are you up?”

“Mhmm,” I sing back, soaking up her beautiful body. I try to be polite, but my eyes just keep finding their way to her chest. 

“I did end up having a dream where this ended up coming off.” As she said that, she tugged at my nightgown. Danny had rolled onto her side now to look at me, propping her head up with her hand. 

“Oh, did you?” I seductively respond, propping myself up as well so we are face to face. She wraps her other arm around my waist and pulls me closer, pressing our bodies together tightly. 

“Do you always look this pretty when you first wake up?” Danny whispers.

“I could say the same to you…” I feel my cheeks heat up and look away sheepishly. She brings my gaze back to her by taking my chin in her hand. She softly kisses my lips, which I quickly return. 

What starts off as a wholesome moment, quickly escalates to a continuation from the night before. Our lips move in perfect sync with one another, sometimes slipping a tongue into the mix here and there. I find myself rolling on top of Danny so that I’m straddling her hips. She effortlessly slips my nightgown off and hangs it up on the post of the headboard. She does a double take when she notices her cowboy hat hung up on the same post.

“Hey, there’s my hat,” she exclaims as she reaches over and places it atop of her head. She just got significantly sexier with the hat.

“Oh my Yoba…” I mutter, feeling my underwear getting a little soaked. And so early in the morning, how dare she.

I feel her grab onto my hips and flip me around so that I’m now under her. She grabs onto the headboard with one hand and keeps the other wrapped around my waist. 

“Ah ah ah,” I managed to get out between kisses.

“What’s wrong?” Danny pulls back worriedly.

“You had your time to shine last night. It’s my turn,” With my movement, I slowly guide us into switching positions so that I’m back over her. 

“Are you sure you are comfortable with that?” Danny sighs, biting her lip.

“Well when you make that face at me. I’ll do anything for you,” I reply, nipping at her neck. She tilts her head back and untenses her body, putting her arms behind her head. She still has her darn hat on too.

I start to venture down her body the same way she did to me last night. I place kisses all over her body, focusing mostly on her chest. Soon after I travel down to just above the hem of her panties and nip at her skin around there. Taking a deep breath, I go to slip my hand under the waistband. But just before I do, I notice my long, manicured nails. I hesitantly cringe at the thought of using my wicked long nails to pleasure Danny, but then get a bold idea. 

I made the decision so fast, Danny didn't even realize I had hesitated. Instead of slipping my hands down the front of her waistband, I slip them down the sides and tug her underwear off. I gently graze my fingernail along the inside of her thighs, giving her goosebumps. My thumb finds its way to her clit and I rub in circles. She is soaking wet at my touch, making my stomach flip in excitement.

I lower my head down to between her legs and push her legs further apart so I can start using my mouth. 

“Oh Haley…” Danny moans, arching her back as my tongue makes contact with her clit. “I didn’t expect you to do that…”

I don’t reply since I was a bit busy, but I bring one hand up and flash my nails at her as my only explanation. 

I feel her legs start to quiver and shake but I hold them down, not letting her squirm away from me. I’ve never felt so dominant in a relationship before. Even between Danny and I, she is usually the one doing the work so this is a nice change.

“You are doing so well,” Danny moans to me, making my heart skip a beat. I watch her hand fly up and grab onto her hat as she arches her back again. Her body starts to shutter, and I feel her start pulsing against my tongue. She lets out a moan, but I hear her try to hold back anymore from escaping. She is making sure Emily doesn’t hear what's going on. 

Slowing down and pulling away, I look up to see Danny panting heavily, closing her eyes and leaning her head back.

“You sure you’ve never done that before?” Danny breathes out. 

“I think I’d remember if I had,” I chuckle.

“Never know. What if you had too much to drink,” Danny teases, putting her underwear back on. I give her a playful shove as I get up to put some clothes on for the day.

“Round three?” Danny sneers, eyeing me up as I bend over to ruffle through a drawer of my dresser.

“Put your clothes on, silly,” I begin to put on a jean skirt and blouse. Danny tries standing up from the bed, but her legs wobble too much and she just falls back onto the bed. 

“I need a minute,” she huffs. I pick up her clothes from the floor and toss them at her, rolling my eyes playfully. 

She slips into her flannel and starts doing up all the buttons. She then finally stands up and hikes her shorts up and on. 

“Time for breakfast,” she slings her arm around my shoulders and walks us to the bedroom door to head out for the day. I have a sneaky feeling everyone is going to know something is up. Danny isn’t exactly the subtlest person ever. 

The two of us head over to the kitchen, Danny’s arm still slung around my shoulders. I feel a blush forming on my face as we near Emily who is sitting at the kitchen table. And just as I suspected, Danny cannot refrain from doing the most already.

“What’s up Emily!” She holds her hand up for a high five. Emily raises her eyebrow but smacks her hand against Danny’s. She quizzically turns to me for an answer, but sees the huge blush I have on my face. 

“OH MY YOBA,” She screeches. Her hands fly up to her mouth to cover it in shock. Danny goes to lean on the table, but stumbles as she just misses the corner of it. She cannot play it cool whatsoever. 

Time for me to get ready for a million questions and have the whole town know.

[bullet-prooflove]

New Year's Bingo Card: Gold - Cal Thresher x Reader

Tagging: Tagging: @kmc1989 @queenslandlover-93 @nu1freakshow @lazilynervoussong @mimi-8793

Companion piece to:

The Madness in the Genius - Cal and you have a special arrangement.

Poppy Seeds - You take care of a problem for Cal.

You Can Leave Your Hat On (NSFW) - Things change for you and Cal.

In The Morning - Cal doesn't mind waking up next to you.

Distraction - You distract Cal during a meeting.

You’re wearing gold.

Not underwear or jewellery, just shiny gold leaf body paint artfully blossoming across those pretty dusky nipples of yours and that bare space between your legs. It glitters underneath the black sheer fabric dress that clings to your form, highlighting every single one of your assets for the world to see.

It’s deviant, it’s brazen, sexy. There isn’t a man in this place that can take his eyes off you right now, Cal included.

“You’re torturing me aren’t you?” He murmurs as he takes a sip from his champagne glass in attempt to distract himself from the persistent throb of his cock. Your perfume floods his senses, something sensual, something decadent and it takes every single ounce of his self-control not to bend you over the bar and fuck you in front of all these people.

“You said we weren’t exclusive.” You remind him, your kohled eyes meeting his. “I’m just following your lead.”

That champagne he’s drinking, it suddenly tastes like acid on his tongue because he doesn’t like the idea of another man on his territory, his face buried in your cunt, fucking it. That’s his privilege or at least it was until a couple of days ago, until Margaret.

The two of them had had mutually beneficial arrangement before Manfredi came into town. Her interest had waned once the other man stepped onto the scene in his hand-made Italian shoes. Now Manfredi’s off the market, coupled up with Tulsa Queen Dahlia Bevilaqua, she’d come galloping back into his world, inviting him back to her bed with a bottle of Chateau Lafite.

You’d known the second he’d stepped into your greenhouse the next morning what he’d been up and your demenour was beyhond chilly.

“We’re not a couple.” He’d told you frankly. “I can fuck who I want, when I want.”

“So can I.” You’d snapped and it isn’t until this moment that Cal realises what a double edged sword that really is.

He watches you throughout the night, his gaze lingering on you as you flirt with investment bankers, play a little slap and tickle with the sheik. That urge to claim you, it builds with every teasing little laugh, each delicate touch until his cock strains within the confines of his trousers, desperate to bury itself inside that sweet cunt.

He loses track of you when Margaret appears, her lips brushing over his cheeks, blocking his view. It’s clear to everyone in the room what she expects from him tonight and he thinks that’s why you disappear, why the sheik comes back with gold staining his lips.

He finds your dress on the floor of his bedroom when the party’s over, his sheets stained with the same gold paint that adorned your body. There’s streaks of it in his shower and one of his shirts is missing from the closet you’ve left ajar.

When he turns up at the greenhouse, he finds you asleep in the camp bed you’ve set up for the nights you work late, wearing his white shirt, your hair still damp from the shower.

This is what was missing from his tryst with Margaret, this sensation he gets whenever he sees you like this. There’s such intimacy in it, such vulnerability and that in itself makes him weak. That’s what this whole thing has really been about, Cal trying to prove he doesn’t need you, that he doesn’t want you as much as he does.

He takes his time undressing, setting the cufflinks down on your desk alongside your watch, folding his trousers neatly. If he’s going to do a walk of shame through the grow tomorrow at least it’s going to be in style.

He climbs underneath the blankets with you, his arm draping over your waist, gathering you up into the shelter of his chest. You like to sleep tucked in against him and he likes the feeling that comes with that although he will never admit it.

“Alright.” He whispers as you nestle in closer, your palm coming to rest over the space where his heart resides. “You win.”

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[amazingmsme]

What? It’s Ironic

AN: still playing catch up, so here’s day 21 with the Superman crew! They’re all such goofballs, I love them! There’s a severe lack of fics for this fandom, so I’m here to fix that! Hope y’all enjoy!

It was finally Halloween, and Clark had been hyping up his costume for the whole month. At this point, his friends were just dying to know what it was, as he'd been sure to keep it a secret.

Lois and Jimmy anxiously waited in the living room as he got changed, each in their own costumes. Jimmy was dressed like someone from the Matrix, complete with sunglasses and a black leather duster. He sat on the couch, leg bouncing in anticipation as he scrolled on his phone. Lois was your typical witch, wearing a black dress with a purple and black lace witch's hat. The layers of jewelry she has on jingles softly as she paced the room.

"Okay Smallville, I know it doesn't take that long to change clothes," Lois called through the door as she gave a light knock.

"Just gimme a sec! It's a little snug, but I've almost got it on!"

Jimmy stifled a laugh from his spot on the couch. "Okay, now I've gotta see!"

"Okay, close your eyes!"

"Come out already!"

"Just do it!"

"Ugh, fine," she groaned playfully before covering her eyes.

"Are they closed?"

"Yes!"

"Jimmy?"

"Yes dude! Just come out so we can see you!"

They heard the bedroom door creak open.

"Ta-da!"

They immediately looked to see what epic costume he'd been working on all month long, only to stare blankly in confusion.

It was a Superman costume. A really bad Superman costume.

"Well?" he asked, smile stretching from ear to ear. He held his arms out to his sides, giving a proud spin. The sleeves were straining around his large biceps, testing the seams for all they're worth. He wore bright blue leggings that were more like high waters, and over that he wore a red pair of Fruit of the Loom underwear. A badly drawn Superman logo was safety-pinned to the front of his shirt, and a red blanket was tied around his shoulders.

"It's..." Lois started, unsure whether she should laugh and hiding her smile behind her hand.

"You look ridiculous! This is what you've been working on?" Jimmy exclaimed. Clark grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck.

"What? I thought it was funny!" he defended his choice. Jimmy smirked.

"Well congrats, 'cause you look hilarious!" he teased, shooting finger guns at his friend.

Now that she knew it was intentionally bad, she couldn't help but laugh. "Oho my God, could you find a smaller shirt?" she asked, walking closer to get a better look. She circled him, looking him up and down, clearly amused. "Those pants look like they were painted on," she chuckled.

"Yeah, I was kinda going for a "kid who grew out of last year's costume" kinda look," he admitted.

"You know what? I see it," she tilted her head to get a better angle, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, it's got a homemade, nostalgic vibe to it," Jimmy agreed.

"Heh, thanks. At first I wasn't sure what- AH!" Clark interrupted himself with a yelp when he felt a poke to his side. "Hehey, what was that for?"

"You got a hole in your shirt, riiiight here," she struck again, this time scribbling against the small patch of bare skin. He barked out a laugh and twisted away, right into Jimmy. Since when was he standing there?

"Well dohohon't make it worse!" he cried out, trying to gently pry her hand out of the now larger hole. Clark shrieked when he felt squeezing on his other side, his laughter growing full and steady.

"Don't worry Lois, I was with him when he bought it and he got like, five back up pairs," Jimmy explained, granting permission to ruin the shirt.

"Ihit was only four! They were hahahaving aha sale!" he tried to justify his purchase through giggles.

“Glad you came prepared! Now I don’t have to feel guilty about doing this!” she made her point by plunging her entire hand through the small hole, stretching it enough to fit her arm inside. She reached around to scribble his bare stomach, relishing it the squeal that left his lips.

Clark could do nothing but stand there and laugh while his friends had their fun picking him apart. But if he were being honest, he was having just as much fun.

Halloween always came with at least one trick.

[requestomaestro]

Cowboy hat rule

Jack Daniels (or any other cowboy) x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Summary: the aftermath of taking a Cowboys hat Rating: smut, almost no plot

Word count: 1178

With all the smoke and people trying to talk over each other the atmosphere in the bar feels steamy. Just like others, filled with liquid courage girls, she’s doing her best stealing the attention of a man. Not just any man, a handsome cowboy who without even trying makes her nervous like she’s a teenager.

At this point, innocent touches are standard. Lips getting so close to the delicate elope, so the sentence doesn’t get lost in the loud bar. Or hands placed gently on the lower back when passing by. They don’t have to do that. They could scream or go around the table but they both feel the unapprehended need to be as close as possible. Closer than the fabric of their clothes.

The cowboy compliments her dress which earns him a smile and a spin from the girl. If she moved a liter faster he could see her underwear. Or maybe she doesn’t wear any. A thought that now can’t escape his mind. She wants to compliment him too, but truth be told she doesn’t like his clothes. They cower his broad shoulders which is a crime. She reaches for the hat but he stops her in the middle of that action.

"Be careful. If you take a cowboy’s hat, you’ll have to ride him” he warns her in a deep voice.

‘’That’s a rule?’’ she legitimately is surprised when he nods ‘’yes” but this state doesn’t last long. There’s something about him. Making her want to do things usually she doesn’t do. Making her desperate for any of his attention. In a crowded bar, there’s no space to figure out what it is. She has to take him somewhere where they could explore each other.

Without hesitation, she looks him deeply in the eyes and once again reaches for his cowboy hat. This time he doesn’t stop her. She’s a big girl, she knows what she’s doing. Still, the pupils in his eyes get wider at her action. When the hat, his hat, takes a place on her head he’s ready to fuck her right there. Luckily for him, she already has a plan.

‘’You drove here, right?”

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Even with the thick fabric of her jeans, she can feel his hands digging into her cheeks. There’s so much power and strength in the movement but it doesn’t hurt at all. He must have done it many times before. Every grind sends a shiver down her spine, making her more impatient to have any skin-to-skin contact.

She goes for the checkered shirt, throwing it somewhere to find later on one of the seats. It gives her nothing. He’s wearing a black top underneath it. A curse escapes her mouth when she tries to pull the fabric out of his pants. It makes him laugh quietly. So desperate, so pretty and needy. All of this is his for now.

His hand grabs both of her wrists, stopping her trying to make him less covered. Slowly, with one hand, he undoes the belt with some ridiculously big buckle. Her, now almost all black, eyes following every move. When the metal hits the floor, she can see a glimpse of a bulge forming underneath the denim. Mentally she’s preparing herself for a ride like she never had before.

It comes faster than she suspected. In the limited space of the old truck, he manages to lay her down on the backseats. There’s no awkwardness or wobble in his actions. Such a little detail, but it makes her even more excited. He also has little trouble removing her pants which makes her a little embarrassed that she couldn’t deal with him earlier. Luckily she doesn't have a single moment to overthink this. Wet lips and the delicate pinch of his mustache are a perfect distraction.

The higher he gets the more she has to stop herself from hurrying him. The walk from the bar to the truck seemed long, it’s nothing compared to the trail he’s taking now. But he gets there, exactly where she wants him. Only now that he tears her underwear she feels like he’s desperate for her too.

There’s no hesitation in his actions. He practically dives into her pussy, drinking all that she’s unwittingly willing to give him. All of her just for him.

‘’Fuck, don’t stop!” every sentence that leaves her mouth makes him go faster. It’s a never-ending circle until she lets out a scream that someone in the bar for sure could have heard. Delicate kisses on her thighs are too much. But she has no strength to tell him to stop, the blissful explosion took over her body. Slowly she opens her eyes and it is then that she notices that all the windows are steamy.

They’re just looking at each other. Two strangers who’ve met just a few hours before, hypnotized by each other. She can’t stop herself and slowly starts moving towards him, building the anticipation. They finally touch again, her hand on his shoulder when she swings her leg over his lap.

Now, they’re exactly where they should have been. The promise made earlier is happening at that moment. They kiss and it’s slower than any kiss they’ve shared but it’s also more passionate. When lips touch slowly, soaking the moment, it doesn't feel like a one-time thing for any of them.

Once again he guides her hips, addicting her to the feeling she can’t take enough of. It feels perfect and at the same time not enough. She reaches between their bodies and within a moment she’s full of him. The truck is filled with sounds of their pleasure. Quiet moans that couldn’t be kept inside if they’ve tried. Kisses and breaths on the neck add to the addictive feeling. It’s slow, it’s intimate, it’s so much in the best way possible. Until he starts pumping into her faster. Somebody heard them for sure. Maybe steam has covered the windows but the sounds of their pleasure are too loud to hide. The world could be ending and they wouldn’t notice as they start to move together even faster.

She might be screaming at this point, but it doesn't matter. The hot coil growing in her is the only thing she cares about. He comes first, filling her with as much as he can. As his orgasm slowly dies he has a perfect view. Her body stretched right in front of him. Delicious breast bouncing as she chases her own pleasure. He still guides her and adds to it by kissing every inch of her skin he can. It doesn't take much. Few circles around her nipple and she’s screaming even louder.

There’s not a lot of space but somehow with the explosion inside of her, she’s afraid to fall. She holds to his broad shoulder for her life as she slowly gains consciousness.

They sit body to body as their breaths return to normal pace. Once again their stares connect and there’s that unspoken agreement that this wasn't the last time they’ve seen each other.

[haveihitanerve]

The avengers have a joined instagram/tiktok account and they all have control of it and here are some ideas I have of what they would post

Bucky is dedicated to documenting every ‘on your left’ interaction between Steve and Sam, in the first video Sam laughs and rolls his eyes, but the eighteenth video Sam drops what he’s holding and fucking decks captain America 

There’s a video of Peter going around the compound with Wanda asking her what everyone is thinking. Bucky and tony are glaring at each other in the kitchen and Bucky is thinking ‘where’s my fucking flying car tony?’ And tony is going through his grocery list

There’s an entire album of videos dedicated to the avengers falling. Sam’s wings fail. Clint’s arrow line snaps. Tony’s thrusters give out. Thor loses his balance while flying. Etc. 

Bucky created a montage of Sam practice flying where he just eats shit every time

Pepper released the footage of tony attempting to fly

Tony videoed Rhodes learning to fly

Peter posts candid pictures every chance he gets- Bucky mid sneeze, Sam tripping down the stairs, Steve laughing so hard milk is shooting out of his nose, Tony face planting, Clint falling out of a vent, Nat looking amazing

There’s so many pictures of the avengers asleep but in the weirdest places

A montage of videos showing tony climbing onto a counter during arguments to be taller than his opponent

A video without sound of the original six avengers sitting/laying in one persons room even though they all have their own, talking (it’s Tony’s because there’s a poster of every avenger on the wall except iron man)

Peter videoing Steve marching into the kitchen at five am holding an iron man action figure and snapping its neck in front of Tony because he ate his last donut

A video of Thor making toast and jumping when it’s ready with Wii music playing

Clint, Tony and Bucky in a broken elevator together, Tony’s trying to fix it while Bucky and Clint are singing elevator music

Thor and Steve and tony training

Tony helping Peter with his homework

A series of clips of Morgan running and jumping into every avengers arms

A video of Bucky and Sam holding Peter between them by his arms and legs, sprinting away from tony

Spiderman being frustrated and punching a hole in the concrete wall, a zoom in on Steve’s wide eyed face and then moved to Tony’s disappointed face

Wanda cooking 

Them doing TikTok trends

Dressing as each other for Halloween and having the glam bot music playing as they each show off their costumes and there’s one where they all actually wear the others costumes (Thor has the iron man helmet sitting awkwardly on top of his head, one foot wedged into the boot, Steve is standing in a too small shirt, holding a bow backwards, Clint has a cape that’s so heavy he’s falling backwards, Tony looks like a dwarf in captain americas suit, the shield balanced on his head, nat looks flawless in purple shorts and a large gray shirt, Bruce is wrapping himself in a blanket over his very tight black widow fit) and then there’s the one where they didn’t trade outfits (Tony in a off blue shirt with a badly painted star on it and a rectangle thats blue and red taped to his arm, Steve is wearing red underwear with two eye holes cut in on his head and just a red shirt and pants with lightbulbs in his hands, Thor is holding a stick, wearing a black crop top and tights, Clint has red curtains draped over his back and a hard hat on that’s badly spray painted silver, Natasha painted herself green, Bruce is holding a tiny toy bow, wearing swim goggles and a too tight vest)

A race between Bucky and Peter recorded by Sam that ends with at least three holes in the walls, two vases smashed, blood on the floor, an unconscious clint, Bucky screaming, Peter falling off the balcony laughing, and Tony’s depressed face. 

Sam and tony created a collection of Steve’s reaction to modern movies

Natasha and Clint filming the gangs reaction during horror movie night

A Clint documentary of him scaring his fellow avengers

Natasha recorded a time lapse of the boys creating a pillow fort and the greatest mind on earth yelling ‘no girls allowed in the fort they have cooties!’ Only for Bucky to nail him in the face with a pillow

Tony and Steve sneaking into Fury's office continually going ‘shhh!’ To each other as they press gemstones onto his eye patch

Fury wearing the bedazzled eye patch

Arm wrestling matches

Thor yeeting tony

Them playing football and tony tackling captain America to the ground only for Thor to lift him by his feet and spin and throw him into a tree but Peter catches him with a web, shoots Thor in the face and catches the ball and scores a touchdown

A compound wide game of water balloon fight

A city wide game of freeze tag

Tony and Thor giggling like children while drawing on Steve’s shield. 

Lifting mjolnir competition

Thors hair blowing majestically in the wind (recorded by peter) with ‘loreal paris, because you're worth it’ playing over top

Pictures taken perfectly just before people lean in to kiss each other, do they actually kiss? The fans will never know

A picture of the avengers that gets increasingly more concerning the longer you look at it- clint dangling from the ceiling, mouth duck taped shut, peter just floating mid air with a concerned look on his face, thor holding a decapitated captain america behind his back, a foot thats just barely in frame but at a height that is not possible for a foot to be at, tony’s head somehow poking through the floor, steve wearing a shirt inside out but in actuality hes shirtless and has stitches, sam is a blur in the background, bucky missing an arm, nat juggling eyeballs? etc

A video of captain america applying makeup and then it cuts to him looking like tony stark and walking around the city and is later revealed to actually have been loki pretending to be cap pretending to be tony

A comp of everyone mimicking each others languages

A ‘road trip’ to everyone's home countries- cut to everyone shivering in russia while bucky and nat grin

Peter throwing out modern slang and having snapshots of steve and buckys  faces every time

A video of Sam and Bucky having a sandcastle building competition with Peter

A handstand competition video between Sam Peter Bucky Steve and Clint(Peter wins)

A picture of the avengers eating ice cream

A collection of people’s faces after Spider-Man drops down behind them 

A collection of the avengers faces after tony/steve told an old/ dad joke

A picture of Thor passed out on the couch, seven phones on his stomach, face and thighs because he’s the god of thunder/lightning and works as a wireless charger

A video of Peter stealing Tony’s flip phone and being like ‘hehe I’m gonna prank call so many people’ only to discover it only has one singular contact

Peter recording a dark compound and creeping up the stairs going “🎶if you’re here to murder me clap your hands🎶” and then there’s clapping and a perfectly cut Peter scream

A picture of tony asleep, Morgan and Peter curled up on top of him, also asleep

A muted video of tony screaming at Steve and Sam and Bucky and the caption is ‘Morgan swore’

A picture of tony looking chastised while fury is looking down at him, completely done

A video, recorded by nat, of her sneaking into the kitchen at three am to find bukcy, peter, and sam sitting and standing on the counter, the fridge, and the table respectively, rapping hamilton

A picture of peter and sam placing magnets on an asleep buckys arm, followed by a picture of peter and sam sprinting away from a very angry looking bucky

A muted video of a fight going on between all avengers with ominous music playing and the caption ‘the next civil war’..... Except the ‘fight’ is a tickle fight

Anyway thats all i got, feel free to add more i would love to read ‘em.

[sofasoap]

Miss Moonlight

Pairing : Kyle “ Gaz” Garrick x F!reader + 141

Summary: Dodging Soap, proposal and wedding bell.

Part 4.5 to Miss Sunshine series.

I write things backwards sometimes.

Warning: M theme, otherwise overall fluff.

Gaz route for my Mini MacTavish verse.

As always, Thanks to mother of my Mini MacTavish @saltofmercury for lending me the character “Mini” from her story. Go read her “The Favorite MacTavish”  !

“Masterlist”for other stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“KYLE, KYLE WAKE UP!” 

Gaz swats the hand that is currently slapping his head away, flipping the pillow on top of his head, mumbling incoherently something about Price giving him a day off so he doesn’t have to hose down Ghost and feed Soap.

“Wha…nevermind. I don’t want to know what you boys do at the base, come on wake up!”

“JOHNNY IS HERE!”

You have never seen your boyfriend move so fast in his life before, jumping up from bed, about to run out of the room until you pull him back, nearly falling onto the bookshelf full of the trinkets he gifted you.

Throwing his underwear into his face, “Put some clothes on first!”you hissed.

“He’s inside the house already?”

“Bloody Emma forgot that you were staying over, and she let him in before asking!” quickly throwing a jean and some t-shirts on, you gave him a quick kiss, “I told him I’ll go out for breakfast with him, you know the drill.”

Sudden loud knocking sound on your bedroom door, startling both of you.

“Mini! You decent?”

“NO!!!! Give me Five minutes!” Yelling back as you start throwing Gaz’s stuff into the duffle bag. You were absolutely fuming.

This game of cat and mouse happened so many times after you two reconciled and finally confessed your feelings to each other. It was hard because Soap had a bad habit of showing up at your doorstep, either unannounced, or only informing you of his visit merely a few hours before he dropped in.

“Just want to see my favourite sibling’s face,” he claims.

“John MacTavish, I am your ONLY sibling.”

You suspect other than seeing you, he is here for someone else too.

Thanking his military training for the stealthing ability while you and Emma distract Soap, Gaz always manages to sneak out without being detected.

Gaz eventually gets sick of hiding all the time. He wants to make him yours. And you, officially his.

He took you out for a picnic, up high on a hill, looking right down to a field of sunflowers. How fitting. You were wearing your favourite sunflower dress that day.

You ran around the field, laughing, enjoying the rare chance of basking in the pleasant heat of late summer sun on your skin. 

That beautiful smile of yours. The one he fell in love with. He want to keep that smile on your face forever.

“Come on Kyle!” 

He laughed, shaking his head, motioning you to come back and sit down.

You drop yourself onto the picnic mat gracelessly, fanning yourself with your straw hat, trying to catch your breath. Gaz passed you a bottle of water, watching as droplets of water trickled down the chin.

He leaned in, wiping it away with his thumb before tugging you in for a deep kiss.

“... Marry me.” he whispered while both pulled away from each other for air. Digging out the ring from his back pocket, he adjusted himself, getting on one knee, “ First time Soap showed me a picture of you, I fell hopelessly in love with you. Even before I met you.”  his eyes brimming with tears as he continued, slightly choking, “ Please marry me, my love, my sunshine. I promise I will cherish you forever.”

His hand slightly shaking, looking at you with round puppy eyes, waiting for your answer. You pulled away from him, a moment of panic appeared in his eyes until he saw you pulling out a little velvet box, and started laughing with joy.

It’s amazing both of you had the same idea, to do it on the same day. 

Gaz’s mouth dropped open when he saw you walking down the aisle.

With the sun setting in the background, you look like an angel, in a simple pink chiffon sleeveless floor length dress, accentuating your pregnant figures beautifully.

He is on the verge of tears.

“Hello husband.”

“Hello my beautiful wife.” Looking down at the belly, lightly patting it. “Hello bub.”

Even though two of you are already married, as Johnny claims, “ to appease me and soothe my anger”, two of you decided to have a small unofficial ceremony and reception at your parent’s farm house, with close team members and friends invited. 

Food and drinks flowing, laughter all round. Everyone was having a good time. It’s one of the rare moments Gaz sees his brothers-in-arms relaxing, not having a care in the world. 

Leading you out of the gazebo and onto the outdoor dance floor, he twirls you around before pulling you back into his embrace, swaying around to a slow dance.

“How did I get so lucky?” Gaz murmured in your ear. You smiled as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, “I am the lucky one. A husband who loves me, a bunch of great friends, a loving family, well, as soon as Johnny’s anger subsides.” you laughed.

“Looking at the way he is flirting away with your friend, I think he is pretty anger-free.”

“Is that the third bottle of whisky Price is on???? I swear he is only here for the drink…”

“Let him be. My parents had a whole heap of vintages in the distillery cellar, kept for both Johnny and my special occasions.”

“ Well at this rate, there will be none left for Soap!”  Gaz has to admit it was great to see his captain‘s eyebrow not knotted together for once. 

“See that lady over there?” you tilt your head towards the far table and whisper like a great secret. “That’s the reason why Simon was messaging me.” Gaz chuckled. Now he knows the secret, he can get his revenge.

“Oh!” You yelp a little,as both of you feel the little baby kicking away. “Alright alright, daddy will dance with you as well.” Sliding one of his hands down,placing it gently on top of your belly, while the other is still holding yours, both of you continue to dance under the moonlight.

Life couldn’t be more perfect. 

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[punctatum]

“You Like Your New Toy?”

John Marston x reader

Warnings/tags: Smut, swearing, sex toys, bit of fluff, reader has a pussy but is gender neutral, selfship

Word count: 717

Dutch had sent John and some of the other men in camp on a mission. I was told no details about it, of course, but I worried so much about John the months he was gone. The fact that I worried about John the amount I did made me feel almost pathetic.

I busied myself by helping Pearson butcher deer for the stews. Carefully picking the bones out of a carcass, I couldn’t help but yearn for the touch of my lover, to pick him apart as I did this deer. I missed how he fell apart in my arms.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of hooves hitting the ground. The familiar sound of a gruff voice erupted and I bolted from the butchers’ table, ignoring Pearson’s retorts. “John!” I gasped as my hands slapped against his shoulders once he dismounted. “You didn’t write me!” I accused him. “I was sure you were dead!” Each word that came out of my mouth was the sad truth.

“I know, sweetheart.” John mumbled. I hated how calm he was. “Do you know how much I’ve worried?” I growled. “I can guess.” My lover chuckled. I crossed my arms over each other. I attempted not to look him in the eye, but I gave into my heart in the end, and wrapped my arms around him. “Oh, I missed you.” I voiced. “I missed you, too.” John replied.

Taking his arm, I dragged John into our shared tent. “I still have stuff to take care of.” John retorted, but I cut him off by planting my lips against his. “I’ve gone too long without you.” I didn’t care about the blood from the deer carcass on my hands as they cupped his face. My tongue slid into John’s mouth hungrily.

“Calm down, darlin’.” John chuckled once again. “We gotta get you cleaned up.” He tenderly began to wipe the deer blood from my hands. All of my worries melted away when I could feel John’s fingers pressing into the palm of my hand through the cloth. I leaned my head against his chest. “I was so damn worried.” My voice cracked. I felt my lover’s lips press against the top of my head. “I know you were. I’m really sorry for not writing. A lot happened.” John squeezed my hands as he spoke.

“It’s alright.” I whispered, burying my head into John’s neck. “You’re back, that’s what matters.” John brought my hand to his lips so that he could kiss it once it was clear of blood. “I gotcha’ somethin’.” He announced, reaching into his satchel, and pulling out a long phallic object. I let out a laugh. “John Marston, what on earth is that?” I teased. “It’s to keep you company when I’m gone.” He winked. I rolled my eyes.

When John set the sex toy down, I leaned in to kiss him feverishly, my tongue exploring his mouth like my life depended on it.

“Maybe we should try it out.” I suggested. “Try what out?” John questioned. “The toy, dumbass.” I let out a laugh. John tossed his hat and satchel to the floor, then picked the toy from where it was strewn on the bed. “You really want this?” He teased me. “I need it.” I answered.

Suddenly, we were both undressed. John feverishly slid my underwear down my legs. “Oh, I’ve missed you.” He murmured, his fingers teasing my clit. I let out a whine of desperation at the sensation. “John… please…”

Gripping the toy, John slid it into my wet entrance. “Oh, fuck!” I gasped, my back arching. “I made a good choice, didn’t I?” John winked, pushing the dildo so far into my pussy that only the end he was holding was visible.

When John began thrusting, I couldn’t hold my composure any longer. “Fuck, John!” I groaned. “Yes, yes!” My hands reached for his hair, tugging at it, clinging on to any support they could. “Keep going!” I begged as his hand sped up.

After what felt like hours, John slowly pulled the toy out from my entrance, and a large wave of my liquid shot out with it. “Oh, fuck…” I murmured, panting like a wild animal. “You like your new toy?” John smirked, cupping my face with his hand.

[thedemises]

. . .  SOMETHING TO SAVOUR! featuring the straw hats!

contains! . . . lowercase writing, one piece, luffy being luffy, bad writing for a fighting scene 💀, pretty much a oneshot inspired by the live action episode where opla!sanji is introduced, but reader is the waiter, some dialogue lines are somewhat changed as well as those two guys who attempted to kill each other, the reader is called [name] so feel free to imagine that as your own name, bad flirting; brought to you by the waiter! reader. crossposted on ao3. notes! . . .  AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- hello :D, hope everyone's doing alright cuz I'm not! but don't you worry about that, I think I'll handle everything just ok 👍👍

sniff... sniff sniff-... sniff...

“hmmm... i smell...”

a familiar young man's nostrils flare as he sniffs the air like a dog seeking for a mere piece of meat, tilting his face upwards to get a whiff of the savour scented air coming from a nearby restaurant a few miles away. he held on to his straw hat by a hand that's placed on the top, just so it wouldn't slip off.

“...MEAT!”

as it were an instinct, monkey d. luffy bounced off the thousand sunny the moment it docked as he went off towards the direction where the smell was coming off from, drooling as he imagined the meat he'll get to eat today. meanwhile, both god usopp & tony tony chopper decides to jump off and followed after to catch up to luffy as well as call out to him.

as the other crewmembers were getting ready to get off the ship (excluding cyborg franky, he was in charge to look after the thousand sunny and was busy with something he urgently needed to fix), most of which watched as their captain, sharpshooter, & doctor headed towards the nearest village ahead through the thick forest.

“we haven't even gotten off and that idiot is already going after food everytime we dock at a new island...”

the navigator, cat burglar nami jutted out her hip as she places a slim hand over her forehead and the other on her hip, seemingly unamused as she closes her eyes shut at her captain's usual antics. but knowing him though, she couldn't name a thing could prevent this—after all, that is luffy's natural nature.

“we only docked here to have restock our suppiles after a month of sailing on the sea and the first thing he does is look for food.”

an amused chuckle erupts from nico robin's throat (including soul king brookwho laughed heartedly to himself), as the lady crossed an arm over her chest while her other arm positions itself to have her chin rest on her hand. robin wore a carefree and calm face, the opposite of what the ginger woman felt.

“it's amusing” her voice was as fruity and pleasant as it always is whenever she spoke, the dark-haired woman calmly walks past the other girl who eventually followed after.

it didn't take long for luffy to search for a restaurant nearby, savory symphony was the name, already dashing towards the place with no signs of stopping—luffy usually listens to his guts than his brain after all, hunger overtaking his mind.

standing in front of the restaurant, he takes a good look at the place overall—the strong scent of food wafting from the entrance to persuade and attract customers, the warm and cozy color scheme of the building; splashing of carefully selected colors going well together with the others, the creative design of the arch way and sign that displays the restaurant's sole name—before luffy heads on in without a second thought, approaching the direction of the hostess who was greeting people coming in or out, while subconsciously licking his lips when imagining the food he'll eat.

eventually, afterwards, the whole crew (not really) got themselves seated at a table by the kind hostess (also, nami had to hit both black-leg sanji and brook for attempting to flirt with the woman +trying to ask what color her underwear was) and waited for a waiter to come and serve them after skimming the menu.

“luffy, stop trying to eat the table,” nami speaks, gazing at her captain gnawing at the table with furrowed brows after smacking him on the head. then she sighed when the impatient luffy whined back. “but i'm hungry!!! the food's taking too long...”

“just wait. the waiter isn't here to take our order yet.”

nami turned her attention to the other crewmembers, glancing at roronoa zoro's direction specifically who hadn't finished ordering yet. as in—if he did. “okay, so is everyone ready to order?”

zoro, still looking at the menu with a squinted eye, said while staring down at the menu, “not yet,”

“did ya even read the thing?” sanji spoke while he eyes the grass-haired swordsman with a pointed gaze, holding his lit cigar between two fingers. usopp added along with a raised eyebrow, noticing the swordsman's mannerisms, “yeah, sanji's right. you've been staring at the menu for a while now, not even touching it either.”

then, after a bit of thinking and internal decision-making, zoro handed the menu to sanji who perked up at that as his curled eyebrows raised up.

“oi, you're the cook. pick something i would like.”

“huh? again?”

nevertheless, the crew's cook took the menu without further complaints and began skimming through the choices of varied beverages and meals, thinking to himself which suitable dish to select for the green-haired man (who was grinning smugly to himself for a some reason but, somehow, nobody took notice—too busy with something they're focused on—perhaps, except the observant archeologist).

“yohohohohoho!”

a heartedly laugh erupts from brook's moving jaw (but how would he be laughing in such manner when brook doesn't have a esophagus or vocal cords anymore?) while he examines every inch of the restaurant's interior, feeling intrigued and amazed at the exquisite designing (noticeable inspiration coming from music sheets; the musical symbols, clefs, lines, breaks, key signatures, etc.); after all, he is a musician and that is his passion for his whole life.

just witnessing people appreciate music in a kind way, even if it's only through creating a musical theme for a restaurant, brings him joy.

“the place is quite lovely. i assume the owner has quite a love for music, no?” the tall skeletal man rotates his skull to face the intrigued archeologist, who was also studying the place with an attentive gaze.

robin glanced and nodded with a soft, yet uncanny, smile. “it is indeed. it's no wonder the restaurant's called the savory symphony. It's a musical term, isn't it?”

“oi! listening to what i am saying: this here is my table. close to the kitchen so I can smell the beef.”

a loud voice of a man can be heard out throughout the restaurant, coming from a few tables away from the strawhats—his gruff voice that bounced off the walls made every person in the restaurant to turn and focus their attention on him and the other guy he was arguing with, listening clearly. luffy only stopped chomping on the table to look over at the scene that the others were paying attention to.

“maybe you ought to try a table outside,” the other man begins, jabbing with a thumb over his shoulder to where the exit is, while he casually sits in one of the seats in a relaxed manner. he wears dark glasses and has bubblegum pink hair pulled back in a half-up ponytail. despite his soft features, the sword by his side and his wrist resting on the hilt indicate that he probably is not one to play around.

“hah?”

the red-haired man, who had earlier called out for everyone to hear, got up right at once and tried to frighten the pink-haired man by sizing him up, but the latter remained composed and showed no signs of fear.

“cause’ right now, the only thing I smell is you.” the male with pink hair concluded his statement with a smirk on his face; one may infer from that that he is quite prideful.

of course, the other doesn't take this too calmly.

“RAHHH!” crashing of glasses and plates rang out after the man with messy red hair forcibly knocked off the fragile tableware in rage, frustrated of the guy who sat in front of him so casually—sitting in his chair of his table that he paid for.

the other patrons at the other tables start beginning to feel nervous of the situation escalating before them, yet no one took the place to prevent the two men from making their argument grow into a full physical fight inside the restaurant.

in the background while the duo were arguing as their voices (really, mostly the red-haired) go increasingly louder, there was rustling of clothing—it was faint and quick; like the thing or individual was in a rush to put on the unspecified clothing.

“now, now, gentlemen,” with footsteps that sound a lot like metal clanking against the wooden floor, the two men focus their attention on to the approaching figure instead of themselves—and saw a friendly-looking pretty individual in a formal black suit while holding a platter of fresh bread in one hand

now that he's focused on the person—are they a woman or a man? he doesn't know, but it's rude to assume when you don't know what something, or someone, truly is. plus, the waiter is really pretty—his perceptive gaze becomes lovelorn; if someone were to look a little closer, his pupils would appear to have changed into pumping hearts, and a light blush appears on his cheeks as he admires the attractive waiter from head to toe, almost shamelessly (gaining the cook a side-eye from thr green-haired swordsman, which he chooses to ignore).

however when he looks down at the person's legs, sanji briefly loses that loving expression and replaces it with one of confusion and curiosity. for a second he catches a shiny glint, as if the light bounced off something reflective, but the dark shadows obscure whatever he's trying to see, so nonetheless he made up his mind, shaking his head and assumes he's just seeing things.

“just so you know the rules here: we do not waste food, and there is no fighting at the symphony.”

the redhead doesn't back down and disregards the waiter's mere words with a brush off his shoulder, having an eager expression on his face. “no. this ain’t gonna be a fight. I’m just going to kill him-”

the other lets out a scoff, smirking a bit more as if to challenge the man. “i'd like to see you try.”

before the argument could escalate any further for the two angered men, the worker promptly takes a step forward to interfere and raises a straight hand in a stop motion, the smile (though stiff) never dropping off their face. “i’d like to pour you each a glass of ithürzburger stein,”

glancing between the two men with an expectant gaze, they added with a short bob of their head, “on the house.”

for once, the red-haired man considers this offer as his tense shoulders relax, then he nods and calms down from the anger he previously felt.

“okay, I’ll have that drink,”

this pleases the waiter for a moment, glad to not be dealing with not one, but two nuisances in the first few minutes into their shift. however, they changed their mind when the man's calmness completely gets washed away by a wave of bloodlust as his hand slowly reaches over to grab the handle of his axe attached on to his back.

“only after he apologizes for his bad manners.”

“over my dead body.”

the bubblegum-haired male abruptly stands up and goes to unsheath his blade as the other man takes out his double-bladed axe, both reeked in bloodlust and battle hungry gazes as they glared at one another. none of them were backing down from this fight (even if it were petty).

the waiter, however, wasn't letting this happen before their very eyes and interferes the fight from happening—tossing the plate up into the air beforehand—and attacked the two men by sending harsh blows using their legs.

“argh!”

“ugh!”

the red-shaded men let out grunts of pain in unison, the unnamed waiter hitting at least one of their weak spots as the individual knocks both of them down before one of them could slice a hair of theirs. the plate of bread fell down from the air and the waitperson, perfectly on time, impressively caught the plate and each single piece of bread onto its surface.

some people there were impressed by the employee's skills and reaction time, and  from the other table where most the strawhat pirates sat; usopp, chopper, and luffy looked amazed at the waiter's fighting skills.

“that waiter's a good fighter,” luffy offhandedly says, with the captain's lips upturn into an iconic grin as tilts his face to the others; that most came to a silent shared agreement.

though, sanji seems to be focused on his thoughts when he got a quick look at the waiter's legs more properly as they lifted a leg to kick the two men. his expression was unreadable so no one wasn't able to tell what he'd been thinking about.

taking a breath, the waiter looks down and kicks the knocked-out swordsman to the head to make sure to themselves that he's completely unconscious for a sometime. a deep, weary sigh escapes their lips as they stepped past the unconscious bodies.

with a hand inside the pocket of their pants as they walk over to the next table, the individual clears their throat and acts quite like as if nothing happened.

“alright everybody, no cause for alarm, folks! please, enjoy your meals!” their voice was loud enough for all of the restaurant's people to hear audibly and clear as they smoothly pass by table after table towards a certain one, meanwhile the staff proceeds to go on doing their jobs like normal and the customers remain back to minding their own business either eating and/or talking to their friends and family.

though some, more likely new customers, were whispers towards another about the scene that just happened. meanwhile, the customers that came frequently and were familiar with the place and all the employees weren't as disturbed or the least bit surprised.

as soon as the unnamed worker approaches the strawhat crew, they place the plate of bread on to the table's surface—instantly, the rubber boy noticed and stretches over to grab almost of the baked goods, though chopper and usopp were luckly enough to have had grabbed some before their captain could get it all—and briefly fixed up their patterned necktie before promptedly speaking.

“hi,” they began, with firmness and exasperation—possibly from the previous scene that recently occured—but yet they still wanted to appear friendly as they put on a front of excellent customer service. one may notice they're vaguely confrontational.

“welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambiance—”

the waiter looks away from the strawhats' table to another table where some laughing punks were seated and having a good time; thankfully, they weren't making any noise that would disturb other patrons. As they settle into a stance after previously shifting their weight from right to left, the waiter reluctantly turned to face the pirate group.

“—is the food. my name is [name], what can I get for you?” the waiter stood with their head cocked slightly, their gaze blinked off sideways as if in thinking something else.

“one of everything!”

luffy proudly said that without a trace of hesitation, even as he was stuffing his face with the tasty bread. his voice was muffled as he happily chewed, relishing the taste—the waiter just remained mostly unfazed by his boisterous commentary.

the worker doesn't miss a beat when they added, “so, any drinks? perhaps one of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal?”

nami raises an eyebrow in response to the waiter named [name]'s veiled passive-aggression. the ginger woman crosses her arms and legs to make herself more comfortable, as she speaks up with indifference.

“giving us the hard shell right off the bat, huh?”

the instant nami spoke, [name] focuses their gaze and full attention on to the young lady. the waiter's attitude turns a 180° angle with their attention given to the bright ginger-haired pirate—this makes zoro involuntarily scoff in the background.

“ah, apologies, miss, I.. didn’t see you there.” the server chuckles a bit at their mistake, though it wasn't exactly neccesary, “would you care for an apéritif to start? we have several rare micqueot vintages in stock. Or perhaps, you’d like a glass of umeshu?”

with a smirk formed on their face, the corner of their mouth having smile wrinkles that formed over the years from merely cracking a smile or frown, [name] briefly blinks one of their eyes while still staring at nami—basically, winking at her. “you know, something sweet for someone sweet.”

nami reacts to this odd behavior with her face scrunched up into a grimacing expression. “is something wrong with your eye?”

“just blinded by your beauty.” is what the waiter replies with a dazed, dreamy look in their half-lidded eyes. this makes nami cringe slightly more for a brief second but she attempts to maintain a polite face. somewhat.

meanwhile, the other members—excluding luffy, who was looking out for the food from the entrance where the other waiters come out with a tray of food ready to be served to their perspective customers—appeared baffled, curious, intrigued, amused, and smug at the display before them.

sanji, staring flabbergasted, gets a jab to his side; causing him to grunt in pain as he looks at who nudged him—zoro. and that bastard had a smug, smirking face that made the blonde want to personally kick it off himself.

“that waiter acts a lot like you,” the swordman comments, letting out a brief scoff at the exchange between their navigator and the waiter serving them as he turns his head to properly face the cook, “like a carbon copy of you. but possibly, better.”

at that, the black-leg pirate fumes but he internally calms himself down to avoid causing a scene—why does it awfully irk him to have a want to tell off the waiter named [name] to knock it off and away from his dear nami-swan? while simultaneously having a connection with that server even though he probably hasn't met this person yet?

having nothing else to say to spit a remark at the stupid mosshead, sanji stays seated in his place while he watched the scene before unfold.

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[thatfangirlofsb]

T/W: Spoilers of grishaverse.

Your highness (VIII)

"So you and Zoya..." Jesper took off his hat, putting it on Wylan's head who seemed to have seen something very interesting in the water. "Is clearly that there has been something, but... I didn't expect you to blurt it out so easily."

"Good plan." Kaz said grabbing his cane and hitting Matthias with it, trying to wake him up. "Making them focus on something completely different from what they wanted to know. Embarrassing, but effective." He hit him again, harder this time, and the fjerdan seemed to snap back to reality. "Welcome Helvar, we are in the middle of nowhere and the ship has moved away."

"And your weight is sinking the only way we have not to float away." Jesper looked to his left; where Nikolai stood with his head between his legs, surely regretting what he had said, and then to his right; where Wylan continued with his gaze fixed on that liquid that was soon going to gulp them. "And surely Tolya, Tamar, Inej, Genya, Nina and Zoya end up more meters under the sea than we are going to do."

"Nina?" The drüskelle's voice was as usual again, with contempt and fury; he was already fine.

"Yes, the one you tried to kill in Hellgate." Jesper sighed, grabbing the hat again and putting it back on. "Lots of muscle but no brain, Nina is right."

"I have an idea." Wylan spoke, drawing a smile to Jesper. "But we'll probably end up soaked and with water everywhere."

"I'll wait for you to finish before showing my satisfaction with you, merchant boy."

"Kaz will stay rowing. And we'll get out of the boat." The zemeni's face was no longer one of joy, but of doubt. "The bodies float in the water, if we hold each other's legs in a row the boat will be able to carry us all without sinking." Jesper's grimace was lowering the corners more and more. "Only one will have to hold on to the boat, the heaviest, and leave the rest of his weight on the sea while the others hold on to the feet from largest to smallest."

They all looked at Matthias, but only Nikolai dared to speak; coming out of his little trance for a few seconds.

"And we trust the fjerdan completely?" He raised his hands in surrender when he saw Matthias's face. "It's not for nothing, just because you're from Fjerda, drüskelle, you've tried to kill two grisha several times and you don't mix colors well."

"Everything but the last." Jesper said looking at Kaz, searching for an order. "Boss?"

"Wylan…I'll leave it in your hands." He gripped the oars and looked back with his planning face. "I have to take revenge on Zoya Nazyalensky."

"Nina..." Matthias stated as well.

"What kind of education do they give you in Fjerda? You only know how to say names and short phrases."

"Is a man of not many words." The zemeni answered Nikolai, getting up and ready to jump into the water. And he would have if Wylan's hand gripping his jacket hadn't stopped him. "What happens now?"

"There is a small disadvantage." The explosion expert gave a slight nervous smile while tilting his head slightly. "The weight of the clothes would be a problem, so..."

"If you wanted to see me naked, you could have told me earlier, market boy." And everyone but Matthias and possibly Kaz would have laughed if they weren't in that situation. But they weren't on sofas in a living room with a fire going; but in the middle of the sea, completely lost and in a boat that was sinking more and more.

"No." Matthias spoke, but Jesper had taken off his jacket and was already reaching for the shirt. "I'm not going to..."

"Sea."

"Sea?" Wylan's voice made the gunman forget about the fjerdan's refusal for a few minutes.

"Sea."

"I'll always love you." He gently picked up the plaid jacket, which had been left on the boat, and balled it up, throwing it far with his long arm. "Now the next thing."

"No, I'm not going to undress."

"You can keep the underwear." Wylan spoke, trying to help the fjerdan with words to follow the plan.

"No, I'm not going to..."

"Take it off or I'll rip it off." Nikolai stood on his toes, trying to get at the same heigh with the fjerdan but he couldn't. "My shipmates, grisha under the crown's protection, and your Wraith are there. So you can take it off now." Matthias's crossed arms intimidated him a bit, so he lowered his feet to the ground as normal and stepped away slightly. "You, fjerdans, aren't very familiar? Well, I have part of my family there. My companions, with whom I've experienced many things. And, if that's not enough for you, there's also my future baby. And if I die without seeing it , Zoya dies or we both die... I swear I will chase you wherever and however." Matthias left his arms hanging, though he was still fully clothed. "I know that for your fjerdan culture what we have done is wrong, but I don't care. Do you know why? Because I love her and that's what I've always dreamed of with her. And now I'm going to fight for that and to save all of us. Will you join or not?

Without saying a word, Matthias began to remove his shirt with disapproving looks towards everyone. Wylan was about to clap, but remembered something was missing.

"And the tracker?"

Kaz stepped back slightly, letting them see his curled up body inside the boat before explaining.

"He hit his head when the squaller threw us." With a single glance at the drüskelle, he tossed his shirt into the water and approached Mal. "Matthias, do the honours." The fjerdan grabbed the limp body by the shirt and lifted it slightly. He pulled his spare hand away and hit him open-palmed on the right cheek; with such strength that the boy from the orphanage snapped his eyes open.

"Alina!"

"It's not Sunshine, Oretsev. It's Fjerdanshine." Nikolai said, placing a hand on Helvar's back in gratitude, it didn't quite reach his shoulder, but he quickly removed it when he saw his face. "We need you to take off your clothes."

"What?"

"You can keep the underwear." Wylan smiled slightly, though he felt like a bad support despite showing all his teeth. "And jump into the water afterwards."

[°°°]

"Come on, with more energy." Kaz said mockingly as he watched them from the calm of the boat, in his clothes and not sinking as he rowed.

"The fjerdan is moving his foot too hard."

"How can you have such thin ankles, Nikolai?"

"Why is your hand so cold?"

Wylan heard everything from the end of the line. He didn't know how much time had passed since the beginning of their strange journey, the only thing that came to his mind was how, from the first to the last, they moved their legs up and down in slightly rhythmic movements.

"We need to copy the same pace, otherwise we're not going to get anywhere." He raised his head a little, which was above the water, trying to see a reference point in which he could support his calculations about the distance. "It is easier than it seems to be."

"We are in our underwear, floating in the sea and we don't know if we are going in the right direction." Jesper spoke, between sad, for the loss of his beloved hat, and tired; but more the first. "Is that simple to you, little merchant?"

"Dje janin ess."

"Thank you." Nikolai said, still not understanding a word Matthias had said. "But even though my mother is of Fjerda... I don't know anything about fjerdan."

"And you know kerch?" Jesper was moving his long legs in movements that were too strong for the blonde to be lifted out of the water a bit by his arm.

"I have had to talk with too many merchants for loans for the crown." But then he decided to add something. "Mal only knows ravkan and a few other words from other languages."

"How do you say 'move and don't stand there like a fucking stiff stick' in ravkan?" Wylan asked, watching as he had to exert more strength in his legs thanks to the tracker's almost lack of movement.

" 'Kei onolich yash?' " Nikolai laughed, and the demolition expert took it as madness or nervousness; although he hoped it was the last one. He repeated it, and Mal's question to the king was not long in coming.

"Why did he ask me if I want to marry him?"

"I don't know, it will be a way to ask for a little commitment in a mission. Kerch stuff."

"I need you all to follow the same rhythm." An idea passed through Wylan's head and, as a last resort, he decided to release it. "From Kaz to the end, each one say what gives you energy to keep swimming and move the legs up and down at the same time. But we all have to be fast." Nikolai began to translate it for Mal, who sighed in surprise.

"I'm not going to do that..."

"Boss, please." Jesper begged a bit, visibly desperate already. "It's our last option."

"Money." Kaz began in a monotone tone of voice.

"Nina." Matthias roared.

"Help the Wraith." Jesper blurted out.

"Zoya!" Nikolai shouted with joy. "And save everyone, of course."

"Get out alive and see Alina." Mal continued.

"Not drowning without anyone remembering me and just being fish food." Wylan finished.

"Are you ok?" The king asked with concern. "Even you have lowered my hopes."

"Keep going." Mal said in Ravkan, and immediately Nikolai began to translate. "We are close."

"You could have said it earlier." The king complained.

"I like to see you desperate."

[°°°]

They all fell to the ground as soon as they finished climbing the height of the ship until they reached the deck. And they would have continued there if they had not encountered such a warlike scene.

Some bodies were already on the ground, and they took advantage of it. They hid behind some boxes and stole all the weapons that two grisha and two already dead otkazat'sya had on them. There weren't enough to go around, so some were left without any weapons. That wasn't going to stop them though.

"Okay, this is the plan..."

"I do not follow orders from a ravkan." Ignoring Nikolai's words, Matthias got up and grabbed a gun. He hadn't come there to defend those drüsje; but to fulfill the mission that had been entrusted to him a long time ago. "Nina Zenik!" When he came out of hiding, and by shouting his name, he managed to make the heartrender turn her head towards him; although keeping her gaze fixed on the drüskelle was already taken care of by his lack of clothing.

"Matthias?" Nina asked in surprise, although she quickly came out of her stupor when she saw how one of the mutineers was approaching from behind and he didn't notice. "Matthias!"

Her scream was useless, he was ready to shoot and finally kill her. But the grisha spread out her arms to summon. The mutineer quickly fell to the ground struck down and Matthias, seeing how Nina lowered her arms again and nothing had happened to him, turned his head to finally look at the man who had tried to kill him.

"Nina?" Matthias said, still doubting the grisha's clear actions.

"You'll thank me later, try not to die first." She made puppy eyes at him before running off, to which the drüskelle yelled her name angrily again.

The others were already struggling when he snapped out of his stupor and hatred for the heartrender, and they weren't doing so badly. Except for Nikolai, who every second checked the face of the dead and if it weren't for Kaz and his cane, he would have been stabbed in the back by now.

"What are you doing?" In a move he would call stupid for the rest of his life, he walked towards the two of them and began to protect the opposite side of the king. "

Zoya... ring." Nikolai looked up for a few seconds and quickly fired at a grisha that was approaching them, barely feeling the slight squeeze he had cause in his heart.

"If you and her weren't the way to my pay… I would have let you get shot in the back of the head, Lantsov." Kaz struck at an otkazat'sya, hitting one of the arms while he dealt with the other, and then the head.

"Remind it to me when we're all safe, everyone."

"I never forget debts." He looked, swinging his cane again as Matthias fired at the same time. "And less about one of a million kruge."

"Nikolai!" Tamar called his name, approaching the group with Tolya. "Weren't you...?"

"Change of plans." The ravkan king answered him, as they hid behind a pile of sacks. "Where do I find Zoya?"

"Down." Tolya was breathing hard, touching his side while holding his sword up with his other hand. "With Genya." He didn't understand anything, and he would have kept thinking about it if the shots and screams hadn't started to sound louder. "They were beating us, thanks for coming. Without Zoya we thought we…"

"Without Zoya?"

"Hey, Inej and Nina are fighting alone." Jesper came up behind them, accompanied by Wylan. He fired before ducking next to them to get a better look at his next target. "Why don't you stop worrying about her for a few minutes and we'll try to get out of here alive? Bomb, Wylan." A large explosion sounded after a few seconds, letting them see how Inej took advantage of the mist and began to use her knives on some opponents. She moved like a gazelle, carefully and covertly; but at the same time with a great speed that didn't allow the path of her daggers to be seen. "Come on, we have to finish this."

It only took Kaz to get up for everyone to follow. And, with the new components in their group, Inej and Nina managed to attack the same person together while the others did the same. Shots, cuts and blows were exchanged between the two sides. But on the contrary, thanks to the lack of grisha and the surprise with the arrival of reinforcements, these were reduced until none were left alive.

"What are you all doing, but without Kaz, in your underwear?" Nina fixed her gaze on them, and Tolya and Tamar did the same; realizing that detail for the first time. "But I'm not complaining to you, Matthias."

"Nina!"

"I'm going to have to teach you new words." Nikolai chuckled a little at the fjerdan's response, but quickly fixed his gaze on the group that had remained on the ship after their departure. "Information for another time. Zoya?"

"She's..." A very loud cry was heard, and Nina quickly pointed to the hatch that led to the storage room. "Genya and Zoya. Downstairs. Storage."

And Nikolai ran there, followed by the others.

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