#ty for all the asks again! i look forward to who you pick next..

[murdermeadow]

And now thoughts on Lanz? (I feel like we're gonna go through all the Ouroboros)

aheehee :3 (also that's totally fine I have many thoughts on all of them)

okay so for Lanz. Lanz-y boy. the man who always wants something a bit meatiah. he's so scroinkly to me. he's in that weird limbo between not exactly comfort character but not exactly high neutral either.

he's very <3 to me. just a little guy. fascinating soft little critter that has gone through too much for his own good. and as always, I'm a sucker for protector characters. they always mean so much to me...

but anyways. Lanz!! his character is very intriguing to me. I adore the fact they didn't just make him the classic himbo meathead like they did with the buff dudes in past games (Reyn and Zeke of course have their merits and moments of sincerity but at their root, they are the comedic relief). I like the fact they didn't put all the work on him to be the funny buff guy™. he's such an excellent subversion of that trope, which I really do adore.

I think my favourite scene of his has to be that soft moment with Sena in the Li Garte Prison Camp. it's just... it really sets his character solid. despite all this raw strength that he has, he is weak in his core. he feels he doesn't match up to the rest, that he constantly has to catch up or bear the brunt for them. he acts as their shield, both metaphorically and very physically. he feels he's nothing more than this, because he isn't at the same level of intelligence or wit compared to his friends. and yet - and I think this is the most important part - he doesn't let that weigh him down. he sees it as a sort of motivator, not a reason to never try again. he wants to be at their level, and has the conviction to get him there. Lanz is very stubborn, as a person. and that brings me to my next point.

I really love his temper! well, to watch, that is. he doesn't like people's rude words just brush over his head like some other himbo-esque character might. he's aware of when people are mean or don't like him, but he doesn't let that phase him either (at least not outright). yes it happens to really weigh on him sometimes, but yet again, he uses that as a motivator. no matter what, he'll prove them wrong. he'll get stronger. and that's just something I really admire.

his steadfast determination and solid personality make him an excellent anchor for his friends, constantly being there as a support. he'll stand up for them no problem, every time. he will always get up after a fight. even when all is lost, he won't let those he cares about get hurt.

all in all, he's a perfect protector and defender, inferiority complex and all. I hold him very gently.

[neeeooon]

haiii can u do one where u take ur niece/nephew out to a park w/ rin isagi bachira nagi (+ any other characters u think this would be fun to write about :3) and ur niece/nephew ask to race one of the boys but they end up losing or smth LOL up 2 u

ty !!!

cutee!! ty for the req 🫶

when your niece/nephew races them

bf bllk x gn!reader. fluff.

itoshi rin

-> “i’m not racing someone half my height.” “you scared?” “…”

-> rin is locked in a second later, getting in position to race as your niece continues teasing him. “what do i get when i win?” “nothing. you’re losing.” “i want a spongebob popsicle!” “great. you can buy me one when i win.”

-> rin wasn’t planning on going easy on your niece because of her age. he really wanted to beat her after she cut in front of him and forced him to slow down to avoid running her over

-> “that was dirty,” he panted as he chased after her. “don’t hate the player!” “you’re lukewarm at best.” she repeated the words back at him after crossing the finish line first

isagi yoichi

-> it’s all fun and games at first. isagi gives your nephew a head start and easily passes him, slowing down in an attempt to spare your nephew’s feelings

-> but then the heat gets to him. and his feet start to ache. and suddenly he’s losing to a seven-year-old

-> “wh—hey!” isagi yells after your nephew, attempting to increase his speed only to yelp in pain when his foot cramps up

-> your nephew, like the jerk he is, hovers by the finish line but doesn’t cross until isagi is at his side. “yay! i won!” he cheers. you pat his head in congrats and rub your loser boyfriend’s back. “i told you you should have stretched first.” “it’s hot! the conditions were buns.” “buns..” “there is a child present, y/n.” “my bad.”

bachira meguru

-> “i bet i can run faster than you!” your nephew challenges your boyfriend, who had been lounging comfortably beside you with his head on your stomach. “you’re on.”

-> bachira takes the lead until he hears your nephew mumbling behind him and slows to match his pace. “don’t go easy on me!” your nephew yells, forcing his little legs to move faster

-> you watch your boyfriend’s expression shift as he contemplates his options before gasping dramatically and clutching his back. “ooh, oh, my back! oh, the pain! y/n, ow, save me!”

-> your nephew laughs at his over-the-top performance and takes the chance to pull forward, zipping across the finish line and throwing himself into your arms. “i won, i won!”

-> bachira, still in character and crawling toward you, collapses to the ground with a plop. “y/n.. do you still love me? even though i’m a loser?” you chuckle and crouch down to kiss his forehead. “especially cause you’re a loser.” “aw, you’re supposed to say i’m not a loser!” “you’re my loser and i love you!”

nagi seishiro

-> you smile fondly at your niece as she shyly tugs on the bottom of your boyfriend’s t-shirt. “nagi? can you race me?” he shrugs and lets her drag him to the little park track in response

-> nagi has no intention of exhausting himself, but he’s willing to slightly jog in order to make your niece feel like he’s trying

-> on the last turn, your niece lost her footing and fell, immediately bawling. you jumped up to check on her, but nagi got there first and easily picked her up. “where’s it hurt?” she sniffles and pointed to her knees. nagi nodded. “looks fine. still wanna race?”

-> you’re surprised to see her nod, and she takes off the second nagi places her back on her feet. he walks the rest of the way, and your niece screams in victory when she wins. “again, again!” “race y/n next. they’re faster than me.”

[luveline]

Hii!! I’ve been binging your fics all week so I wanted to make a request of my own!! 🫶

I was thinking Hotch (and Jack, obviously) with a reader who’s been his long time girlfriend, the constantly stay over at each others houses type. Reader has a cat, one that sleeps with her every night, and Aaron just dealing with that 😭 and maybe a little bit of Jack with a kitty 🩷 thanks !!

Ty for requesting!! fem

“Are you sure it’s okay?” 

Hotch pulls you in through the front door. He doesn’t roll his eyes, but he could. “As sure as I was the first ten times you asked.” 

“I hear the ire in your voice. Don’t be mean.” 

What better time is there to suffocate you in affection than after a damning accusation such as that? Hotch smiles into a kiss, letting his fingers run down your arm to the handle of the carrier. From inside echoes a soft meow. 

“I think she’s upset,” you say. 

“About being moved?” 

“About her beau she sees in the window sometimes. Brokenhearted.” 

He lifts the carrier and you open the door. You make soft kissy sounds until your cat, lovely miss Goldie, deigns to crawl toward your hands. You scoop her out of the carrier and kiss her shiny fur, hand instinctively running down her back. Goldie is a big girl, full grown, with a cuddly disposition. She doesn’t like to play or fight, but she’s adventurous. Hotch is sure she’ll have fun exploring the apartment again. 

“Where’s Jack?” you ask over Goldie’s head. 

“Somewhere. I think he’s reading.” 

You give Goldie a pet, turning her to see Hotch, who finds himself quite fond of the creature despite previous inclinations. “Hello, Miss Goldie,” he says, thumbing at the place between her eyes carefully, 

She mews. 

“She missed you.” You kiss his cheek, giving him all sorts of thoughts about missing you, your perfume, and your skin. 

You put Goldie down and let her explore. You’ve brought a travel litter tray and a few things for breakfast, setting the tray up in the smaller of the bathrooms while Hotch makes his way to Jack’s room. 

Jack’s sitting in a beanbag playing on his DS, eyebrows furrowed but wearing a smirk his dad so rarely sees. 

“Your best friend is here,” Hotch teases from the doorway. “And she’s brought someone with her.” 

Jack’s jaw drops. “She brought the cat?”

“Yes, and she’s looking for you, I’d wager.”

Jack snaps his game console closed and clambers onto his feet. Hotch catches him before he can race down the stairs, murmuring fatherly chastisement and ruffling his hair as Jack thunders down them anyhow. “You’ll scare the poor cat,” Hotch says, and only then does Jack chill out. 

“Y/N?” Jack says, edging into the living room. 

You’ve made yourself comfortable on the couch, laying half-curled with a predictable Goldie purring on the cushion behind your head. “Hi, bud! You’re not that excited to see me, I know.” 

“Can I pet her?” he asks. 

“Sure. Just do the kissy noises and she’ll come right to you. Hey, did you miss me at all? I missed you.” 

“Of course I missed you, Y/N,” Jack says, kneeling in front of you and patting the cushion next to your legs as he attempts to smack his lips together. “Hiii, Goldie.” 

Her fur is quite rare, in Hotch’s uneducated opinion. She’s a British shorthair if he recalls correctly, somewhere between white and blonde. I found her in the street, you’d said, third date, lipstick on his cheek from a few tipsy kisses, all covered in fleas and tics, who could ever do that? Can you believe it?

Goldie slinks down to bump her face against Jack’s hand. “Lean in and she’ll give you a kiss,” you whisper. 

Jack leans forward. Goldie follows him slowly, sniffing, whiskers twitching, before pressing her nose and jowls to his nose gently. Jack’s laugh is younger than his years, he’s that happy. 

Goldie jumps down off of the couch to walk a circle around Jack, nudging his arms with her nose. She wants to be picked up and held, but Jack doesn’t know that yet. She does it to you constantly when Hotch is over, not jealous, just demanding. And at night when you sleep and Hotch is trying to cuddle you, she either decides that she’s the one that’s going to be in your arms tonight, or that the only place she could ever sleep is on top of Hotch’s head. 

It’s much the same in the evening. Hotch sits next to you on the couch in an attempt to rub the tiredness out of your back, and Goldie, still unheld, moises over to nose at your legs with her little wet nose. 

“Come here, darling,” you croon, while Hotch restrains your arms. 

“You love the cat more than me.” 

“Only most of the time, Aaron,” you say, reaching under his hugging to try and pick her up. 

“Leave her for a minute, Jack’s playing with her.” 

Jack, as lovely as he is, had abandoned everyone to play on his DS again, evidenced by the sounds of kart racing echoing from his room. “She gets lonely,” you whine. 

“So do I.” 

You sigh and cup the back of his head. “You’re as clingy as she is, too.” 

He feels an insistent pressing against his knee, though he ignores it in favour of your face, turning you toward him for a kiss, desperate to lay a proper one on you after an hour without one, but then a little mew comes and you pat his cheek. 

“Come on, honey, my old girl wants in on the hugs.” 

You put Goldie in the crease between your thigh and his. She purrs with delight. He watches you smile at her, knowing that the nuisance of your big heart is a part of why he loves you. Doesn’t make going without your kisses any easier.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

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ʚ Part 6 ɞ

❥ CW: chubby fem reader x buff guy, third date!, reader goes to the gym, fluff, sexual innuendo

❥ A/N: I'll be going back to work this week so the parts may slow down a bit, just a heads up!

You wake up around nine thirty on Saturday morning, but you scroll on your phone in bed until ten. You get up, start your coffee as you get dressed. You pull out a three-piece workout outfit you bought online a couple months ago but have only worn a couple of times. It's in your favorite color, leggings and a sports bra with a cropped jacket, all the same pattern. You put it on, admiring your form in the mirror. You rearrange your breasts in the mirror so that they're pushed together more, and you zip up the jacket to under your chest, giving a perfect view of your cleavage.

You briefly wonder why you're doing this, but you know why.

You have a small coffee as you wait, scrolling through your phone until there's a knock at your door.

"Just a sec!" you yell, filling your coffee cup with water and leaving it in the sink. You grab your water bottle, slipping on your gym shoes before opening the door. "Hi!"

"Hey." He's wearing sweatpants and a baggy hoodie. His eyes glance up and down your form. "You look nice."

"You like it?" you ask, looking down at your outfit before giving a pose. He smiles softly.

"Yeah. It looks good on you." He reaches out but pauses, drawing his hand back. "Can... may I make a small adjustment?"

"Oh? To my outfit?" He nods. "Uh... sure."

He grunts, reaching forward and grabbing the zipper on your jacket, pulling it up until it reaches your collarbones. He pulls away, nodding.

"Better. You ready?"

You glance down at your now covered chest, then back at him.

"Uh, sure. I'm ready." He hums, then glances down at your feet.

"Your shoes are untied." You look down at them with him.

"Yeah, I know. I'll tie them when I get to the gym."

"Let me."

"I—"

He's already down on one knee, fiddling with your shoe laces. He ties them for you, not too tight, just snug enough that it's comfortable. He moves on to the other shoe and does the same. When he's done, he pulls back, admiring his work. He nods and stands, when you jab a finger into his chest.

"Stop doing whatever you want to me without asking."

"What?"

"You keep doing stuff without asking me how I would feel. Picking me up, tying my shoes. I get that you want to be a gentleman, but you need to ask me if I'm okay with you doing these things before you do them, okay? We still don't know each other that well yet, so you can't be doing whatever you want to me, got it?"

He slumps a bit, but nods.

"Okay. I'm sorry for doing those things without your permission."

"I forgive you. Just ask me next time, okay?" He nods again.

"Okay."

You tug at your jacket, closing your apartment door behind you.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

The gym he goes to is clearly more advanced than your gym. Your gym is full of casual exercisers, people who don't make the gym their life. Here, the gym seems to be the only thing that matters in these peoples' lives. The men are so muscular here, and the few women that there are have sculpted bodies. You imagine them all to be gym influencers on social media.

"What do you want to do?" he asks, hands in his hoodie pocket.

"Oh, um..." You glance around the gym, thinking. "Well, I like to do cardio before I lift weights, so I guess I'll go on the treadmill for a bit before using the machines."

"I'll join you," he offers, already guiding you to the treadmills.

"Oh! You don't have to! You can go do your own workout if you want."

"I invited you to the gym so I could work out with you, not alone." He steps up on a treadmill, holding out his hand for you. You take it, his hand keeping you steady as you get up on the treadmill next to his. "There's no point in coming here together if we don't work out together."

"Alright, alright. If you really want to work out together, we can." His hand is still holding yours. His thumb runs along the back of your hand for a moment, but before you can ask him what's wrong, he pulls his hand away, turning the treadmill on.

You prep yourself with some light stretches before you turn the machine on as well. You start slow, letting your heart rate build up before you get into a fast walk. You glance at Guy, who is walking at a faster speed. You chalk it up to him having longer legs and a longer stride than you, so you don't fret about it.

It's not until he starts running beside you that you become competitive. He bumps up the speed on the treadmill and falls into a jog. His speed is fast, but he makes it look so easy, like this is just a warm up for him. You huff, increasing the speed on your treadmill to match his, just to show him that he's not the only one who can do that.

It doesn't work out well. You sprint for twenty to thirty seconds before you're decreasing the speed again, huffing and puffing. You slow down to a walk again, catching your breath, and this asshole is still running without panting at all. It was slowly pissing you off, but you reminded yourself that your levels of fitness were different and that you shouldn't feel bad about the level you were at. You were still strong and healthy, and that's all that should matter.

Twenty minutes pass when you turn off the machine. He turns his off soon after, slowing to a jog and then a walk before stopping altogether. You make eye contact as you sip some water.

"What would you like to do next?" You hum.

"Weightlifting, but I'm not familiar with your gym." He points off into the distance.

"There's some Smith machines over by the free weights. We could do that if you want." You shrug.

"Sure, sounds good."

He leads you over to the machines he suggested, a bit more pep in his step. Maybe running gave him some more energy.

He goes to an end machine, next to the free weight benches, before turning to you.

"We could alternate between the two," he points to the free weights and the Smith machine. "You could be on one and I could be on another. Or I could spot you, if you'd like."

"Oh, I don't need a spotter," you wave him off. "I'm not gonna do anything crazy, but thank you for offering." He nods, waiting. You glance at the equipment before stepping towards the Smith machine. "I guess I'll start here."

"Alright. I'll pull a bench closer so we can work out next to each other."

"Okay," you reply, putting your water bottle down on the floor so you could set up. You raised the bar until it was shoulder height, moving to one side and adding some weight before adding that same amount of weight to the other side. You move back to the center of the bar, glancing over to see Guy place two large weights on a bench right beside your machine. You briefly wonder how much they weigh before you position yourself for squats.

You don't push yourself too hard. You do what you're used to, four sets of ten reps, increasing the weight by five or ten pounds once or twice to challenge yourself. You can feel eyes staring at you, but every time you glance over at Guy, he's looking away. You feel like you're going crazy as you reset the bar and take off the weights.

You opt for hip thrusts next, grabbing a foam bar to put over the metal bar you're using. You rearrange a nearby bench to sit in front of the bar, getting down on the ground after adding weights to the machine. You do some hip thrusts, four sets of ten again, only getting up once to add ten pounds to the bar. You can feel the strain in your ass when you're done, panting slightly after your last set. When you're finished, Guy shows up at your side.

"Can we trade for a bit?" he asks. You nod.

"Sure," you say, just a little bit breathless. You get up and move out of the way, letting him change the weights on the machine. You go to the bench he was using, taking your water bottle with you. You glance at the size of the weights he was using.

"One hundred pounds?!" you whisper in disbelief, glancing back at him. He's still adding weights to the bar. You swallow hard, humbly grabbing the five pound weights before returning to the bench.

You do some basic arm exercises: bicep curls, tricep extensions, just a couple you can think of. All the while, Guy has been doing hip thrusts and glancing at you every minute or so. You try to ignore him, to focus on your own workout, but his stare is so intense sometimes that you can't focus. He eventually finishes, getting up and stretching a bit. He walks towards you, leaning down.

"I'm going to run to the restroom really quick. You can have the machine back, if you want."

"Oh, okay. Thank you." He nods, walking away. You return your five pound weights and look at the weights he put on the Smith machine. You add up the weights together, slowly realizing that he was working out with more weight than you held on your entire body. You marvel at the idea of him being so strong before slowly removing each of the weights, putting them back in their proper place.

You decide to do dead lifts, adding weight to the bar before positioning yourself in front of it. You start your dead lifts, watching yourself in the wall-length mirror. You notice Guy show up when you're halfway through your routine, slowly approaching you. He's watching you, staring at you, more specifically at your lower half as you bend over. You finish your set, processing that he'd been staring at your ass the last couple of minutes of your workout. You reset the bar, turning around to face him, hands on your hips.

"You good?" you ask, a bit of sass in your tone. His eyes widen and dart away, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I'm good. I was just, um, going to see what else you wanted to do." You shrug.

"I'm pretty much done. You can keep going and I can just watch, if you want." He clears his throat.

"I just wanted to do one last exercise on the Smith before we go."

"Okay." You step out of the way, holding out your hands and presenting the machine to him. He smiles, moving to change the weights on the machine. You stand to the side with your water bottle, watching him add weights, adding them up in your head. He's added your body weight to the machine plus thirty more pounds. He moves the bench, laying down on it before grabbing the bar, preparing to do a bench press. You watch in amazement and almost horror as he bench presses your weight and then some on the Smith machine. Your eyes are wide as you stare at him moving up and down smoothly, barely straining under the weight. You glanced around to see other people in the gym staring at him, especially the women. A couple giggle and whisper to each other as they look at him, probably talking about how hot he is or something like that. You feel a tad bit embarrassed. What were you doing with a man like this? He was so much more competent in the gym than you were; it was a wonder that he wanted to work out with you at all. Maybe he regretted it, you wondered as he finished his last set, resetting the bar and sitting up. You glance at him in the mirror, and he's staring at you intensely, eyes dark.

"I'm... gonna go fill up my water bottle real quick," you say, turning on your heel and walking to the water fountains.

You unzip your jacket, feeling hot as you fill up your water bottle. You pondered your relationship with Guy, if it would last, if it was even worth it as your water bottle filled up.

"Hey," you hear beside you and you stop filling your water bottle, glancing at the man that had approached you. He was tall, not as tall as Guy, but he still towered over you. He wasn't as buff as Guy either, but he still looked very strong. "I like your outfit."

You glanced down at yourself before giving him a smile.

"Oh, thank you! I got it online."

"It suits you well." He leans against the wall, smirking at you. "I've never seen you around here before; are you new?"

"Oh, yeah, kind of. I've never been here before."

"Well, welcome." He holds out his hand. "I'm Josh." You hesitantly take his hand and shake it.

"I'm Y/N."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." He pulls his hand away but still lingers. "You know, if we come to the gym at the same time, I could be your workout buddy. I could spot you and help you train."

"Oh! No, that's not necessary. I don't need a spotter."

"You don't? That sucks. I'd love to help you workout sometime."

You're about to ask him why when a large arm impedes on the space between you and this stranger, palm hitting the wall and making Josh jolt. You look up to see Guy, who is glaring daggers at the man you just met.

"Oh! Hey dude, I didn't know you were here today. You just get here, or...?"

"No," he grumbles, turning to you. He whispers a 'sorry' before zipping your jacket up again, covering your cleavage. He grabs your hand, turning to glare again at Josh. "We were leaving."

"Oh," he says, glancing between the two of you before raising his eyebrows. "Oooh. Got it, my bad dude, I didn't know she was off limits." He takes a step back but waves at you. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. Have a good day."

"What was that about?" you ask as Josh jogs off.

"Just an asshole that has no business talking to you." He looks back at you, his expression softening. "Would you like to get lunch now?"

You blink, giving a small shrug.

"Sure, we can."

"Are you mad at me?" Guy asks as you sit down with your food. You furrow your brow, taking a sip of your drink.

"No. Why would you think that?"

"Well, ever since we finished at the gym, you've been quiet. Was it because I zipped up your jacket again without asking you? Because I—"

"Guy." He stops, closing his mouth. "I'm not mad at you. I just... was thinking."

"About what?" he asks, taking a huge bite of his sandwich. You stare at your food, pouting before looking up at him.

"Don't scold me," you mumble. He shakes his head and you sigh. "I saw you lifting those weights earlier and I just felt so inadequate. I mean, there's plenty of other women more fit than I am, beautiful women with great personalities and perfect boobs and I just—"

"Stop." He puts his sandwich down, chewing the last bite before swallowing. "I don't want a woman like that. I want you. That's why I'm courting you; that's why I asked you to be my girlfriend. I want you, Y/N, nobody else. I want you because of who you are now, not who you could be. Okay?"

You curl into yourself, feeling your cheeks burn.

"Okay." You squirm a little. "I'm sorry for needing so much reassurance. You'll probably get annoyed with me, huh?"

"I can't promise that I'll never get annoyed with you, because anything is possible, but I promise I will never leave you or dislike you even if I'm annoyed." You swallow.

"Are you annoyed now?"

"No." He grabs his sandwich again, bringing it to his lips. "I honestly can't imagine ever being annoyed with you, but I suppose anything can happen."

"What would make you annoyed with me?" He shrugs after taking another bite of his sandwich.

"Maybe if you started dieting to lose weight, or if you broke up with me just because you thought I deserved someone different. Those things would bother me quite a bit."

You nod in understanding, sipping your drink again.

"What could I do that annoys you?" he asks. You hum.

"Well, if you try to control me, or tell me what to do when I didn't ask for your input. If you made mean comments about me or my body. If you did stuff like that, I would break up with you." He nods.

"I wasn't planning on doing any of that, but I'll keep that in mind." His shoe taps yours. "Don't let your sandwich get cold."

"I won't," you huff, sticking your tongue out. He chuckles as you grab your sandwich and take a bite, moaning happily. "Oh my god, it's so good."

"It is, isn't it? I love this place."

"How did you find it?"

"I was just looking for somewhere to eat for lunch one day and stumbled upon it. Now I come here pretty regularly."

"I can see why. This is delicious!"

He smiles, taking another bite. The both of you eat in silence for a little while.

"So," you begin, putting down your half-eaten sandwich and wiping your hands on a napkin, "what was the deal with that Josh guy? Do you hate him or something?"

He groans, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not fond of him. He's a huge flirt with all the women at the gym, and he ghosts them after he fucks them."

"How do you know all of this?"

"Because he brags about it to all the guys who will listen. He brags about sleeping with women at the gym and then never texting them back. He's an asshole." He takes another bite of his sandwich, huffing. "I don't want you exposed to a guy like that." You hum.

"And why did you zip up my jacket all day?"

He pauses as he goes in for another bite, glancing up at you. He closes his mouth, swallowing hard, glancing down at your chest before looking back in your eyes.

"I didn't want people to look at you." You raise your eyebrow.

"You mean my chest?" He hesitates but nods. You nod slowly. "I see. So you didn't want people looking at my titties?" He scoffs, coughing for a moment, covering his mouth.

"I guess, if you wanna say it like that." You smile, humming. You twist your mouth, reach for your zipper and slowly pull it down, exposing your cleavage. His eyes widen, flicking down to your chest and back to your face. He glances around the restaurant and you giggle.

"Nobody is looking but you, dingus. Nobody else cares."

"That's what you think. I've seen the way people look at you."

"Oh, really?" You take another bite of your sandwich as he nods. "And how do they look at me?"

"Like they wanna fuck you." You shake your head as he takes his last bite, picking up stray ingredients on his plate and eating them.

"You're crazy. Nobody wants to fuck me but you."

"If you can't see it, then you're blind." You scoff.

"Rude. The only person people were looking at today was you when you lifted all those weights." He scrunched up his face, shaking his head.

"Nobody was looking at me."

"Yes, they were. There were a couple of guys and girls looking at you. Bet the girls were thinking about asking for your number."

"Well, I wasn't paying attention to them, so they don't matter. All I was thinking about was you." You take another bite of your sandwich.

"Is that why you were lifting weights heavier than me?" you asked.

"Ah. So you did notice."

"Yeah, I did. What was that all about?" He wipes his mouth with a napkin, sighing deep.

"I wanted to impress you." You nod slowly, swallowing your food.

"Well, I was thoroughly impressed. And horrified. I thought the weights were gonna crush you."

"I wouldn't let that happen. I'm too strong."

"Yeah, no shit. I've seen that several times."

"Well..." He scratches at a spot on the table, not looking at you. "I wanted you to see it again."

You sigh, glancing at your sandwich.

"I was very impressed," you continue. "But I already knew you were strong when you picked me up at our last date."

"I know. But that was only temporary because you didn't like it. I wanted to show you that I could hold your weight for longer."

You hum, taking another bite.

"Then why did you use my weight for the hip thrusts?" you ask, glancing at him. You see him squirm in his seat, scratching at his jawline, avoiding eye contact. You squint at him, thinking, before your eyes widen and your mouth falls open.

"Oh my god. Oh my god!" You gasp, covering your mouth to hide your shocked smile. "Guy, you—oh my god, are you kidding me?!"

"I wanted to impress you," he whispered harshly, still not looking at you. You reach across the table and playfully slap his bicep.

"You bad boy!" you tease, shaking your head. "I can't believe you. Doing hip thrusts to impress me? Oh, you're naughty."

"Don't tease me," he grumbles, pressing his forehead against the table and sighing loudly. "I feel stupid."

"You're not stupid. Don't say that."

"I'm embarrassed."

"You're cute." He turns his head to look up at you with puppy-dog eyes.

"You think I'm cute?"

"Yes. I've told you this before, you silly goose." You finish your sandwich as he sits up straight, taking a deep breath.

"Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"When I take you home, can I kiss you?" You choke on your last bite, covering your mouth with your hand and coughing. He reaches across the table for you, but you hold up a hand to stop him.

"You—hack—you want to kiss me?!" He nods, eyes locked on you. You shake your head and laugh lightly. "Well, at least you asked instead of just doing it.

He pulls up in front of your apartment, opening the door for you to get out. He walks you up the stairs.

"I really enjoyed today," he tells you sincerely. You smile at him.

"I really liked today, too. Thank you for inviting me."

"Of course." He stops when he reaches the door with you. "I'd love to do this again sometime, if you'd like."

"I'd like that." He returns your smile, staring at you. You lean on one foot, tilting your head. "So, I guess you want that kiss now, huh?"

"If that's okay."

You giggle, pulling on his hoodie, coaxing him to go down one step so that his face is closer to yours. You cup his cheeks with both hands, smiling sweetly at him.

"You ready, handsome?" He swallows, licking his lips.

"Yeah."

You sigh, leaning in and puckering your lips before pressing them gently against his. His mouth is receptive to yours, letting you mold against him and kiss him sweetly. Your lips push and pull for a moment, his large hands coming to rest on your wrists, holding your hands against him. You give him one last kiss before pulling away, smiling at him. His eyes slowly open, hazier than before.

"Thank you," he whispers, drunk off of your lips. You rest your forehead against his, staring into his eyes.

"Next time we'll use tongue," you whisper back. He chuckles, turning his head to kiss your palm.

"I don't know if I can handle that yet."

"We don't need to rush," you reassure him. "I like the pace we've been going at. I appreciate you letting me take the lead on most things."

"You're welcome."

You pull away, patting your hand against his chest.

"Can I call you tonight?" he asks.

"Of course." He smiles wide.

"Cool." He clears his throat, stepping down. He gives a small wave, which you return. "Bye."

"Bye, Guy."

He takes the steps two at a time, jumping down the last three and landing on the concrete. You giggle as he practically skips to his car, giving you one last wave before he gets in, driving off.

You enter your apartment, doing a little dance as you make your way to the bathroom for a shower.

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Part 2

Part 1

Reader X Gravity Falls

Warnings ⚠

⚠ some book of bill spoils, swearing, blood, mentions of dead body, everyone is aged up, haha boy bands, mention of board games ⚠

Ohmyglobohmyglobohmyglobohmyglob! You thought as the golf cart got closer to the roadside attraction.

Then you saw a familiar goat eating a tin can, and then it turns to look at you.

Very on brand Gompers. You thought before going back to panicking again. OK BUT WHAT DO I DO NOW!?

As you continued to think of answers to multiple questions they might ask, the golf cart stopped and the two brown haired twins hopped out and stood next to you to help you out.

"Careful, we don't want you passing out again.", Dipper says and picks up your backpack, then holds a hand out for you.

"Pshh! Move over!", Mabel pushes her brother to the side. "I'm helping them! I wanna know more about our new mysterious friend!"

"Mabel! They are hurt, we have to help them down carefully!"

"Well, we need to get them into the shack quickly to bandage their still bleeding head! Have you seen the golf cart seat!? The top is all bloody!"

"Wait, what?", you say as the two continue arguing and turn around to see the top of the seat that was behind your head.

Sure enough, there is blood.

"Oh, ew.", you say and get off the cart yourself. "Hey, it's fine. I can walk on my own."

After you take a step, you immediately almost fall and the two react fast, holding you up by your arm, one on each.

Weak.

"Ok, maybe I'm not as fine as I thought.", you laugh.

"What do you mean? We thought-", Mabel began.

"HEY MABEL! Didn't you have some juice in the freezer? If you don't get it out now you'll have to wait for it to unfreeze!", Dipper says quickly.

"OH MY GOSH YOU'RE RIGHT!", his sister says and pushes your weight onto her brother before rushing inside. "I'M COMING MABEL JUICE!"

Ow, my ears...

"Sorry about that.", he apologizes and walks you into the shack. "Mabel can say some random things and I didn't want her talking your ear off haha."

You are led into the kitchen and are seated on one of the yellow chairs near the table. After he walks off, you take in the cool air conditioning inside the house and sigh.

Maybe this isn't as bad as I thought? You leaned forward and rest your arms on the table before resting your head on your arms.

"DIPPER! WHY DO I SEE YOU DRAGGING A DEAD BODY ON THE SECURITY CAMERAS!?"

Did you really look that bad?

"They aren't dead Grunkle Stan!", the twin says back to the older generation twin.

"Do I have blood on my face?", you mumble to yourself.

Dipper turns back to you with gauze. "Uh, yeah? It's not that bad though.", he says smiling nervously.

I look like a dead body for sure. You sigh but don't call him out on his bluff.

"Ok Dipper.", you smile back.

As he starts to clean off some blood, Mabel then comes back from...you don't know where with an empty pitcher that has left over glitter and plastic dinosaurs in the bottom.

"I forgot to offer.", she says.

"That's fine. I still have water in my backpack.", you say.

Gauze is now starting to be wrapped around your head, then you hear someone else walk into the kitchen.

"Ok dudes, who bled on the golf cart? Cuz the cops are outside wondering if it's hot sauce.", the man, the legend, Soos asks wearing the Mr. Mystery suit.

"Soos!", Mabel says and goes over to the man after putting the pitcher in the sink. "We picked up a bleeding person that we found in the woods! AND LOOK!", she then gestures to you as Dipper finishes tying the bandage off. "They are wearing a cool sweater!"

A sweater? You look down and indeed find yourself in a zip up sweater. Ugh..no wonder it was so damn hot outside. Taking off your sweater to tie around your waist, you keep an ear perked to hear their conversation.

"Whoa, are they like a magical person?", Soos asks.

"MmMhm.", Mabel shrugs her shoulders. "We could always find out."

Nope! You stand up and then wobbly sit back down. Maybe I shouldn't get up yet.

"You ok?", Dipper asks.

"Yeah, I just wanted to get my water bottle from my backpack.", you come up with quickly.

"Oh, let me.", he says and picks up your pack and sets it on the table.

"So...", Mabel says sliding over. "Do you like boy bands?"

"Not the time-"

"Actually I do.", you respond. "I like the Front-road Guys."

"Well, do I have a story to tell!", she smiles widely.

"Oh boy..", her twin sighs.

You don't know what you started.

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"Sometimes we'll still see them scampering around the woods and eating out our trash.", Mabel says as she finishes telling you about the boy band clone story.

"Wow, ok.", you say, shocked because she told you more details than what the show revealed. "That's crazy."

"Yeah, that was fun.", she smiles.

You've been introduced to Soos, and then you were given a small tour after the twins made sure you wouldn't wobble like a baby deer anymore. Now you were walking to meet the Grunkle.

I was sure the older twins were on a boat. Did they come back for the summer? That's nice. You thought and found Stan sitting in front of the t.v. wearing his house clothes.

Which is just an undershirt, boxers, and slippers.

The old man turns after Mabel says. "HI GRUNKLE STAN!"

"Who's the mummy?", he points at you and drinks from the pitt-cola can in his hand.

"The one who you thought was a dead body.", you say before the twins next to you can speak.

"Ha! Good to see you're not dead.", Stan says before turning back to watch a rerun episode of Ducktective.

Then they have you wait for something..

You're not quite sure and they sit you down at the table where the card games and some family meetings were held from what you saw in the episodes, still in the living room.

The back of your head still hurt, not bleeding from the recent check ups Mabel has been giving you but it still felt like your head was stuffed with cotton and your hearing was kinda going to shit too. You don't know how many times you've asked either twin to repeat themselves.

Maybe a nap would be good.

"And we brought them back here!", you hear Mabel say, probably going to introduce you to some other character person.

"Exactly where in the woods did you find them?", a familiar voice says.

Oh shit! It's Ford! FUCK!

You do your best to keep a straight face as you see them enter the room.

Shit. Fuck. Shit shit FUCK!

Then the author of the journals is standing in front of you with a small flashlight.

"Hello, I'm Ford. My niece and nephew probably already told you about me.", he says and kneels slightly to get to your eye level. "I'm going to run a series of tests to see how severe your concussion is."

"Oh, ok.", you reply as calmly as you could.

"Follow this flashlight with your eyes.", he says and moves it left to right.

You do so, this scenario reminding you of doctor tests that you've done once after getting hit in the head with a soccer ball during P.E.

Then the six fingered man turns the flashlight on to see how your pupils react.

Woop! Woooo.. Woop! Woooo...

You make sound effects in your head as you dilate and constrict your pupils.

Maybe I do need to take that nap...

"Sorry.", you blink and look at Ford. "I think I'm just super tired."

"Hmm..", the old twin hums and puts the flashlight away. "It's too late to go to the clinic now, why don't you stay in a spare room?", he says as he stands up.

Huh?

"Oh my gosh!", Mabel smiles wide and places her hands on her cheeks. "It's a sleepover!!"

HUH?

"It's not a sleepover Mabel, they are just staying here until the clinic opens.", Dipper sighs.

HUH!?

"Please no loud music that'll burst eardrums. I don't think it would help.", Ford says and begins to walk away towards the gift shop door.

WHAT THE FUCK!?

"WAIT!", you stand up quickly and lean on the table with your hand for support. "Why let me stay?", you ask, specifically to Ford.

The man looks over his shoulder, glasses glinting from a light coming from the t.v.

"I'm a random person they-", you gesture to the younger twins. "found in the woods and know nothing about me! Frankly, if it were me, I would watch that random person like a hawk!"

You're honestly afraid. You don't know how things will turn out. Ford will do anything to protect the twins, same with Stan.

"If you were dangerous, you wouldn't be able to get too far with that head injury.", Ford replies. "You'll need to change your bandages in the morning.", he finishes and leaves the room.

He..has a point.

All you do is slowly sit back down and sigh.

I'm so tired.

"Sooo...", Mabel says as she walks over to you. "Wanna play board games?"

Well, at least the family doesn't find me as a threat. Which is good.

"Got anything stress inducing?", you smile.

You're pretty sure they still have that board game that's like Jumanji.

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Maybe I Do Like You..Part 2

a/n: I've never really had to tag 18+ for any of my fics, since i usually imply intimacy, but this one.. oh dear! I need to!

warning for bdsm,tying, cock pounding, penetration, both penile and fingers, oral (recieving), female overstimulation, doffy.

If you aren't comfortable with sex, but still like Doffy, part one is 16+ , and the next parts are more domestic and fluffy, with the occasional flirt and sauce.

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extra: i am bi, but with a heavy prefrence for women. I have a girlfriend, weve had sex. I know nothing about dicks, except for what i learn in anatomy and biology, and what i read in smut. so please forgive me for any inconsistencies.

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You gave in. You wore the damn necklace. It looked good, okay? Fucking shiny as hell. But still, you couldn’t believe you were doing this. Talking with your sister last night left you all over the place. Yeah, you admitted it—Doflamingo’s hot. But that’s it, right?

Nah, don’t get caught up in it. 

Your sister dared you to wear this stupid necklace, and you were going to prove her wrong. You weren’t that dumb. Just because he's some power-hungry king doesn’t mean you’re into him. Hell no. The guy probably has more important shit to deal with than a seamstress. You? You were just another job to him.

The day went by just fine—pretty uneventful, honestly. You cranked through the orders, all the shit Doflamingo dumped on you. Typical. Finally, though, you had a moment to breathe. You shut the blinds on the windows like you were in a damn panic room. You’d had enough of his bullshit for one day.

Time for a real lunch, not that stupid baloney sandwich shit you always settle for. You retreated to the cramped apartment tucked behind your store—nothing fancy, just a tight space with everything you needed. You made arroz y frijoles—nothing fancy, but it was a real meal. You cranked up the speaker, letting some random tunes take over. A little peace before the storm… or whatever the hell Doflamingo would bring next.

The tiny kitchen was alive, full of flavor and chaos. The energy was flowing like wine, and you felt like you were on another plane of existence. You almost blew the damn kitchen up by letting the pressure cooker hiss a little too long, but what’s the pain in a little accidental rush, right? Oh, a lot. Actually, a whole lot. “Shit!” You yelped, fumbling the lid before it clattered to the floor. So much for a calm break.

CLANG!

“Great. Just great. “...

You snapped out of it, muttering under your breath as you picked the lid up. So much for a peaceful moment. You cleaned up the mess half-assed, grumbling, cursing your luck. And of course, just as you're about to finally eat, the goddamn bell rings.

The store door opens.

Fuck.

You couldn't even finish a damn meal in peace. Not only was your lunch mocking you now, but you had to go back to dealing with whatever the hell was about to walk through that door. You knew damn well who it was without even having to look.

You open the back door and take the walk of shame to the counter, the smell of your food trailing behind you.

“Fufufufu, cooking something, cariño?”

“I was,” you mutter, trying to ignore the way his voice sends a shiver down your spine. Of course, it had to be him. You glance up, and there he is—Doflamingo, all smug, towering over your counter like he owns the place, and looking way too pleased with himself.

You don’t even need to ask why he’s here—he’s already got that damn smirk plastered on his face, like he’s about to have you on a string again. “Seems like I interrupted something,” he purrs, taking a slow step forward, his presence pressing into you like a weight you couldn't shake off.

You force a smile, but it’s weak. “It’s nothing. Just trying to have a peaceful moment... you know, for once.”

His eyes glitter with that familiar dangerous gleam, and before you can stop him, his hand glides over the counter, his fingers are brushing your wrist, pulling you closer. “You’re too good to be just a seamstress, hermosa. Maybe you should let me take you out sometime. You’re too pretty to be stuck here, cooking for yourself.” Thank god that counter was cock-blocking him.

You almost choked on your own spit when he said that, freeing your hands. While pounding on your chest like a damn gorilla to get it out, he noticed the necklace. His eyes locked onto it immediately, and the smirk on his face only grew wider. His gaze flicked up to yours, then back to the pendant, before he slowly licked his lips.

“Fufufufu,” he chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect his attention was having on you. “So, you did wear it.” His voice dropped an octave, his usual teasing replaced with something else, something primal. “I must say, you look even better wearing it than I imagined.”

“Thank my sister. I told her about it and she dared me.”

“Telling people about me now, huh?”

The moment you blinked, he was behind the counter.

Your breath hitched as you felt the shift in space, the sheer heat of him closing in behind you. You could feel it, the way his body radiated warmth, how the air itself grew thick with the weight of him standing so close.

His fingers brushed your waist, featherlight, like he was testing something. “You wore it.” His voice was low, rich—so fucking smug. Your body tensed as he leaned in, his chest barely grazing your back. The warmth of his breath ghosted over the shell of your ear. “Mmm. It hugs your neck so well.”

His scent invaded your senses, rich, intoxicating—something dangerously sweet mixed with raw power. You swallowed hard, gripping the counter to ground yourself. His hand, large and deliberate, traced slow circles against your hip, barely there, teasing.

 “But I am serious. I wouldn't mind taking you out, or even..” his lips a whisper against your ear. He pressed into you, the vibrations of his chest massaged against your own, sending a jolt of heat and slight pleasure through you. 

“..eat you out.”

Heart racing as his words hung in the air, sending a rush of heat straight to your core. You should be angry—hell, you were angry—but all you could focus on was how his body was so close to yours, how his presence seemed to swallow you whole. 

 “You’re insane,” you muttered, but the way your voice trembled betrayed you, giving away just how much his proximity was getting to you. And it was, for sure. 

“Mami, is that a no?” His voice was smooth, every word dripping with amusement. “I like hearing it directly, you do understand…”

He did the same thing again,this time,  leaning in so close you could practically feel his lips brushing your ear. “...right?”

His laugh echoed in your head, sending a hue of heat rushing to your face. Your core tensed up, already throbbing with need, and you hated how easy it was for him to have this effect on you. Just him being him was enough to unravel you, and he hadn't even used his damn strings yet.

But you felt it—his presence was like an invisible thread, pulling you in, slowly wrapping around you until you could barely breathe.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice a velvet promise against your skin, “I can tie you up in knots without even touching you, cariño. But you’re already so tangled up in me… aren’t you?”

Your stomach flipped at his words, and you hated how true they felt. You were tangled up in him. Every word from his lips, every brush of his body was pushing you further into this mess, but you couldn’t back out. Not now. 

And, honestly? You didn't want to get out. Hell, you were into this shit. But you aren't going to let him win that easily.

“Fuck off,” you muttered, trying to shove him back, but his hand shot out, catching your wrist in the grip of his string. It tightened just enough to make you gasp, pulling you closer until you couldn’t move. His lips brushed your ear once more, and this time, the pressure of his chest against your back felt like a weight you couldn’t escape.

“I think you’ve waited long enough,” he whispered, his voice dark with satisfaction. His invisible strings tightened around you, locking you in place, and with every breath you took, you could feel the pull—the tension mounting. “You’re mine, cariño. You just haven’t admitted it yet.”

His grip on your wrist tightened, and you could feel the invisible thread pulling you closer, making your heart race. “You can fight it all you want, but you’re already falling for me, aren’t you?” His voice was a low growl in your ear, and when he leaned in, his lips brushed your neck just enough to make you shiver. “No, bella. I think you already fell, no? Say it, cariño. Say you want this.” He goes down and licks your earlobe, his tongue so gentle you couldn't help but let out a soft moan, his face full with pride..and lust. He chuckled and kissed your lips. “I need an answer..and you've been doing so good. I promise you, I’ll take you out, and I'll treat you so damn well you'd think you're a doll.”

You tensed so nicely for him, the food you cooked earlier seemed disgusting compared to what he was offering you. His fingers ghosted over your skin, and every part of you seemed to come alive with just the slightest of movements. You were so aware of him now, your senses overloaded with the heat of his body, the scent of him, the way his breath made your skin tingle. All those thoughts of keeping control were slipping away, drowned by the undeniable hunger in your body.

“Yo tengo hambre para algo más que comida, mami. Y creo que tú podrías darme lo que quiero.” You mewled at his words, this tango was getting more heated as he let your wrists go from the strings, letting you move your arms with ease. Your gaze locked with his, the intensity in his eyes daring you to make the first move. But he wasn’t waiting.

Before you could make a sound, he slammed you against him, his lips crashing onto yours with an overwhelming force. The kiss wasn’t gentle—it was a claim, a mark of possession. His hand shot to your waist, pulling you flush against him like you were nothing but his to control, his strength making you feel weightless.

Why did you even agree with your sister?!

He didn’t just kiss you. He took you. The pressure of his body, the firmness of his grip—it was all-consuming. He guided you, his movements sharp and commanding as he deepened the kiss, forcing your lips to match the intensity of his. Every movement he made had a purpose, and you were nothing but an object for him to use. His dominance was felt in every inch of his touch, the way his arms circled you, pulling you closer, locking you to him.

Your body betrayed you, melting under the force of his kiss, your hands moving instinctively to his chest, trying to steady yourself. But Doflamingo wasn’t about to let you take control. He tugged your arms away, pinning them behind your back with a string, forcing you to feel every bit of his strength and power. His lips broke away from yours, leaving you breathless and vulnerable.

“I told you, you’re mine, mami,” he growled against your neck, his voice a dark, possessive rumble. “You don’t get to make the rules here. I do. You're in Dressrosa, and I am king. You got that?”

“What’s it gonna be, hermosa?” His thumb traced your bottom lip slowly, like he was savoring the moment. “Say it, or I’ll make you.”

You swallowed hard, feeling the fire of his words burn in your chest. You couldn’t deny the pull he had on you, the overwhelming desire to submit to him. Slowly, you parted your lips, your voice shaky but obedient.

“..yes,” you whispered.

“Yes, what?”

“yes..please.”

He smirked, pleased with your submission.“Good girl,” he growled, hands possessive on your hips. “You like it when I tell you that, don’t you?” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours once again, this time with the promise of everything he was about to make you feel.

He turned you around and walked you to the back door, which led to your efficiency, your house, your room. 

“Dime, muñeca,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you, “how do you want me to take care of you?” Nice and slow, making you beg on your knees for your own pleasure, or..” His other hand, the one not torturing your hip, trailed up your arm—slow, intentional, tracing the curve of your shoulder before curling around the necklace at your throat. He tugged—‌‌ enough for you to feel the weight of it, of him. “Hard and rough, making you scream?” 

Your lips parted, but no sound came out. He chuckled against your skin, his grip on the necklace tightening slightly. “Mami, you don’t have to say it. I already know.”

With that, you opened the back door, his hand tight on your arm as you passed the kitchen, the now cold meal catching his eyes. “Fufufu, qué lo qué, mami? You made that for me?”

“Oh shut up,” you remarked, his demeanor not changing one bit, but instead, intensifying. 

“Being defiant now, are we?” he laughed as you paced into your room. “Don't worry, mi amor, I’ll take care of that little attitude by the time I'm done with you.”

Your room was a chaotic mess of fabric scraps, half-finished projects, and laundry you swore you’d put away two days ago. His sharp gaze flickered over the clutter, amusement clear in his smirk.

“Fufufu, coño, mami,” he drawled, stepping over a pile of thread spools, “you live like this?”

You scowled, shoving a stack of papers off your bed. “Shut up.”

He ‌chuckled, far too pleased with himself as he leaned against your dresser, letting you go,arms crossed. “Messy girl. Should’ve known.”

He gets up, from the dresser, and pushes you onto your bed, gripping your breast and massaging it, so rough that it hurts. You want more. You hold back a moan as he massages through your shirt, pressing his knee against your pants, pushing against your clit. You couldn't hold the moan in as you were already begging for more. He hasn't even started. Instead, he stops, gets up, grabs your torso, and pulls your shirt off, revealing your laced bra. He loved it. You glance down and notice the growing need in his pants. It clicked in your head instantly: He was going to rearrange you inside and out.

“Hermosa, did you doll yourself up like that to show me?” He placed a hand on your stomach and teased up to the strap of your bra, while his other hand was teasing your panties. “I wonder if they match..” Both hands are teasing each side of your body, tracing your curves as if he was cutting out your silhouette, his touch fueling your soaked core. His hands, didn't take off your pants as you expected, but dug into your panties, his fingers not even reaching your center.  He swiped a sample of your need and brought it to his lips, tasting it. 

“Que rico.” He didn't say anything else, only took off your pants and saw your panties.

They were matching.

He chuckled. “Que linda, mami. Matching just for me.” He got his fingers and rubbed your clothed pussy, your panties soaked. You yelped, holding back further. He noticed, and he tied your wrists, one to each of the top corners of your bed. 

“Don’t fight me. I told you, I’ll make you scream.”

With that you let loose. He smiled, climbing back on to you, and massaging your breasts. You were already over the moon with his voice, and now you were crying. His touch felt phenomenal, touching and gripping your breasts like the doll he promised. You were in too deep, wailing for him to touch you there, licking your stomach and going under your bra, teasing your already hard nipples. One of his hands trailed down to your panties again and rubbed your  clit, making you whimper and wail for him even more.

“Good girl, coma una muñeca linda, you listen. Don’t worry. I promised I’ll take care of you.” He licked your panties, tasting your soaked pleasure before taking them off, and tying your legs down after. He kept one hand on your bra, one on your clit, rubbing it so soft and nicely, while his tongue was cleaning up your mess. 

You gasped, your voice trembling as you tried to speak, "F-fuck..I’m close Doff-". Your words trailed off into a soft moan, and he grinned, mistaking your pause for a term of endearment. His deep chuckle filled the room, a sound that was both comforting and unsettling. "Mi amor, you can call me Doffy, don't use my full name. It's not fitting anymore. But then again.." he mused, his voice tinged with amusement. "When were you ever one for propriety?"

He took his hand off of your clit and moved his tongue to it. “I’ll let you cum, mi amor, make sure you scream nice and loud for me.” He started moving his tongue in circles, before going directly in on it, moving his tongue back and forth.  The fingers that had previously been on your clit plunged into you making you scream. You were so close, feeling him pleasure all your senses, and your breaking point was when he curled his fingers in, his big fingers hitting your spot just right. 

“Louder.” He started sucking on your clit, while his tongue was still dancing on it. “I want the cops to come after you do.”

You complied, with tears streaming down your face as you screamed his name. It was too much, but it was so good. You peaked, and he felt your spasm on his fingers, and the blood rush on his hands. Holy shit. You didn't even see him anymore. You only saw stars. He didn't stop, only sped up. 

“Mami, give me one more, I want you to be ready for me.” You meweled and screamed, with pain and pleasure. Everything was so heightened. You couldn't focus on anything else, just his touch. It was so easy for him to make you cum again, your energy already draining, and losing feeling in your limbs. He pulled his fingers out, your core already missing his touch. He shoved them into your mouth, making you gag as you tasted your own pleasure.

Your body spasming with pleasure, draining more of your energy, made him so glad. He took off his pants,The friction of just taking off his pants against his sensitive cock made him shiver. He was big. 12 inches, at least. You had no idea how you would handle all of him. 

“Dejame mostrarte, bella. Como yo te amo.” He started pushing himself in you, his moan making you even wetter. His tip was just the beginning. You started whimpering again, his cock so big it teased you as well. It was electric. He kept one hand on your thigh, rubbing it back and forth, and circled your clit with his other one. His tip against your walls felt amazing, and there was still more to come. He started getting in you deeper, as you felt his shaft starting to enter you. He was thick, stretching you while he entered, the pain mixing with pleasure again. He started thrusting himself in and out, with more of him filling you each time he re entered,. Both of you start screaming with pleasure, and seeing him fall apart made you love it even more. The sounds filled the room, until he was fully into you. He didn't hold back, thrusting in and out so fast, you were spasming and shaking, quivering and screaming. 

You already came, but for a big man like him, he needed more. “Shhhh, querida. I’m going to take care of myself too, y'know?” He whimpered louder and louder, until he became undone, his body falling onto yours crushing you. The weight was comforting, bringing you back down to earth after you were out of this world struck with pleasure. With him knocking out, you followed, feeling the effects of his devil fruit letting you free. Before you fell into him, you muttered and kissed his chest.

“Maybe I do like you too.”

okay, one down..next is parent!mihawk & cross guild dynamics

[waiting-for-motivation]

dark red

summary: No matter what, Max loves and supports his girlfriend like a golden retriever would love a black cat.

pairing: Max Verstappen x Goth!Reader

warnings: the sweetest and purest fluff

words: 1022

a/n: daniel will always be part of my formula one fics :) also big thank you to my lovely muse @graveyardcannibal <33

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

The thing Max enjoys the most is staring at his beautiful girlfriend. No matter the time of the day, the light always seems to hit her at just the right angle. She could wear a trash bag and still look gorgeous in his eyes. Max really fell head over heels for her.

So it does not surprise (Y/n) at all to see his reflection in the mirror in front of her. He watches her precisely draw her eyeliner. Concentrating on the black lines is hard, when his blue eyes notice even her smallest movement.

“Get a hobby, creep“, she comments with a sarcastic undertone, still looking over her shoulder with a smile on her lips. While Max is already dressed, she still has to finish her make-up and put on the outfit, her boyfriend helped her pick out. Sometimes (Y/n) feels bad for him, keeping him waiting for her, but then she remembers how much he likes to gaze at her.

Max can only laugh at her words, leaning forward to take a closer look at all the brushes, powders and pencils. Although he watches his girl use them on a regular basis he has no clue what they are specifically for. Though one he knows: her dark red lipstick, which she is reaching for right now.

“No, wait before you put that on“, Max almost screams, caught off guard by his own forwardness. With a confused expression, (Y/n) turns towards her boyfriend, the lipstick in her right hand. The moment she opens her mouth to ask what has gotten into him, Max presses his lips to hers. This is explanation enough.

“You smooth bastard!“, (Y/n) exclaims after they part, keeping the intense eye contact with Max. He shows her a cheeky smile, then nods towards the mirror, encouraging her to finish her make-up. The lipstick is the final part. Max watches in awe as (Y/n) places a napkin between her lips to matten the dark color.

Then she turns towards her outfit that lies on the neatly made bed, right next to her boyfriend. (Y/n) gets dressed, so focused she does not notice Max standing up and cleaning up her make-up tools.

“You don‘t have to do that“, she murmurs as she turns around and catches Max inspecting her brushes. Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, Max zips up her full cosmetic bag. He simply loves doing everything in his power for her, from smaller tasks to presenting her yet another corset.

"Need any help, schatje?", Max asks, setting the bag aside and reaching for his girl who is struggling to lace up her newest corset. With a huff, (Y/n) turns her back to him so that he can easily tighten the corset, careful not to strangulate her. After tying a bow, Max wraps his arms around his girl and starts kissing a trail from her ear to the collar of her shirt. One of her hands wanders to his fluffy golden hair.

"Don't start what you can't finish, Verstappen", (Y/n) warns her boyfriend, reminding him of today’s qualifying race and the job he has to do. At least, she will be with him on the paddock. For her, it will be the first time there, so she is rather excited and a bit anxious.

Together they leave their hotel room and drive to the racetrack. Again and again, Max throws a glance towards his girl on the passenger seat, actually so often that (Y/n) has to remind him to keep his eyes on the street. They quickly arrive and manage to get into the Red Bull garage without much attention from cameras or reporters.

"Remember you can always go into my driver room if it gets too much. I will find you as soon as possible afterward. Have some fun, schatje", Max tells (Y/n) with a concerned expression, even more nervous about her first day on the paddock than her. Her smile comfort his nerves, the sweet kiss following tells him she will be fine. Then he leaves to do some media stuff with his teammate.

Although the last few days, all (Y/n) could overthink about where the worst scenarios that could happen, the next few hours without Max are rather pleasant. Knowing a few of the drivers already because Max invited them to his home in Monaco, she has no problem in finding someone to talk to. Daniel is very delighted to see her, pulling her into a warm hug and forcing her to do a twirl for him, showing off her black outfit. She even meets some other girlfriends, which mostly compliment her on her make-up.

Before the qualifying race starts, someone from Red Bull escorts her back to the garage, claiming Max wants to see her before the start. There is a whole crowd of mechanics and strategists around him, so (Y/n) waits till he notices her, meanwhile touching up her lipstick.

Max is already sitting in his car, when he waves (Y/n) over with a bright smile. Someone presses his helmet into her hands which she gives to her boyfriend the moment she arrives at his car. He keeps it in his laps, gazing at the gorgeous girl above him. (Y/n) leans onto the car carefully, not wanting to cause a scratch or worse.

“There you are, schatje, wish me luck“, Max murmurs. His blue eyes glisten from not daring to blink. The giggle coming from (Y/n) causes his heart to flutter like a million butterflies. He smiles dreamily.

“Good luck, Maxie“, (Y/n) whispers as she presses a kiss to his cheek, aware of the cameras on them. Taking a step back and watching her boyfriend hide his handsome face under a balaclava and finally his helmet, she catches a glimpse of a red lipstick mark on his skin. She can only smile at this little incident.

Of course, the next day there are a lot of pictures circulating on the internet. Everyone can see the admiration in Max Verstappen‘s eyes as well as the red mark on his cheek, he wears like a medal of honor. He simply loves his girl with every fiber of his being.

[toasttt11]

gifts

December 22, 2024

Mackenzie was curled into Will’s side using his chest as a pillow as he scrolled on tik tok for them.

They had gotten into Vancouver this morning and her family was coming in tomorrow morning so she just showed Will around for a few hours and took him to one of her favorite food places, it was simple and they didn’t have a lot of time so Mackenzie was looking forward to a time in the future she gets to show Will everything.

“We should do this.” Will said as they were watching a tik tok trend.

Mackenzie blinked, “You want to lift me up for a video?” Mackenzie has seen the trend where someone lifts their partner onto their shoulder.

“Uh yeah.” Will replied simply, he didn’t know why suddenly he doesn’t mind doing tik toks but only with Mackenzie.

“Can you even lift me?” Mackenzie asked genuinely, she knew her ex couldn’t and she didn’t want to feel like that again.

Will looked down at her, “Mack Baby i love you but i lift almost double in the gym.” Will deadpanned.

Mackenzie cheeks turn pinked and she hide her face in Will’s chest, that shouldn’t have been so attractive.

“Don’t get shy on me.” Will teased poking her sides making her squirm and laugh.

Mackenzie peeked her eyes up at Will making him smile more, “There’s those pretty eyes.” Will cooed with a flirty smirk making Mackenzie grumble knowing he tying to keep her flustered.

“Shush.” Mackenzie stood up off the bed making Will laugh and follow her standing up.

Mackenzie grabbed her claw clip and pulled back her curly hair as Will set up the camera.

“Ready?” Will asked her as she stepped in front of her and she nodded starting the music.
Will easily picked her up making her squeal with shock at how easily he placed her on his shoulder and she started giggling, her reaction made him laugh and look up at her fondly.

He gently set her back down, “See easy.” Will teased her pressing a kiss on the back of her neck as she saved the video.

“One more?” Will asked with his puppy eyes making her fondly roll her eyes and nod.

Will picked her up even quicker this time and they were both laughing so hard he let them flop back onto the bed.

They took another video and couldn’t stop laughing the entire time.

They tried for a forth time and Will lifted her to easily and her head bonked the roof making her wince and Will gently set her back down looking so guilty, “I’m so so sorry.” Will rushed as she gently held the top of her head.

“It’s okay.” Mackenzie said softly her head was throbbing but she forgave him the second after she knew it was genuinely an accident.

There was a knock on the door and Will called out knowing who it was.

Toffoli opened the door with his key to their room with the excuse of the two of them being a safety hazard together. He was staying the room next to them and heard all the laughing and then a bang.

He raised an eyebrow seeing Mackenzie sitting in the edge of the bed holding her head and Will standing in front of her looking so worried, “Could you get her some ice?” Will immediately asked.

“Sure Kibble.” Toffoli agreed and he left the room for a minute coming back with a bag of ice and walked over setting it softly on Mackenzie’s head, “What happened?”

Will grimaced guilty and Mackenzie had a mischievous look, “We have a video.” It honestly was funny to her and her head didn’t hurt that her.

Toffoli raised an eyebrow and watched the video and he snorted shaking his head he couldn’t wait to hear Cat’s reaction to this.

“Okay no more tik toks and take it easy tonight, if your head feels any worse let someone know especially a trainer.” Toffoli told them.

“You got it old man.” Mackenzie grinned mischievously making Toffoli roll his eyes and walk out of the room.

“I’m sorry.” Will blurted out again.

Mackenzie grabbed his hand softly squeezing his hand, “I know and it’s okay, it was an accident.”

Will still frowned guilty and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head that hit the wall.

“I have a gift for you.” Mackenzie piped up wanting to distract him from feeling guilty.

Will titled his head curiously.

“A Christmas present silly.” Mackenzie teased as tomorrow night he was heading straight to Boston and she was staying in Vancouver for Christmas, she hasn’t gotten a Christmas at home for a while.

Will’s face softened and she got up grabbing a box out of her bag and Will reached over grabbing a box out of his duffle bag making Mackenzie raise an eyebrow in surprise as she sat down next to him on the bed.

“You first.” Mackenzie softly pushed the box to Will.

Will slowly opened the box and pulled out a braided bracelet that has multiple braided strands and a little bridge charm, a bridge for where they had their first date and their spot.

“I thought it matched with your jewelry now and it is simple and we could add charms in the future.” Mackenzie rambled a bit.

Will looked up and smiled at her, “I love it.” Mackenzie let out a sigh of relief at his reassurance, “Can you help me put it on?”

Mackenzie quickly nodded and gently clipped the bracelet on.

“Thank you.” He gently cupped her head kissing her softly before pulling away and handing her a box that was similar size to the one she gave him, “I guess we had similar ideas.” Will joked trying to hide his nerves.

Mackenzie raised an eyebrow at his nervous look and she slowly opened the box and pulled out a necklace with a flat circle shaped pendant and she looked at the pendant seeing it was engraved with a W and a M laying over the W.

She paused softly touching the pendant that was tiny in her hands, tiny enough cameras wouldn’t pick up the engraving.

“I wanted at first to get you something with my initial as your mine and i’m yours but i wanted to make sure you knew your yourself too, so i had your initial engraved on top of mine.” Will rambled out quickly he didn’t want her to feel like he owned her like her Ex did, their relationship is mutual and they are equals.

“Is it too early?” Will quickly asked as she was just looking at the necklace, he was worried he might have pushed her to much as they have only been together for almost two months.

Mackenzie snapped out hearing his worry and quickly grabbed his hand, “No! No! it’s not too early i love it.” Mackenzie reassured, she was surprised she wasn’t freaking out at this step but with Will she was calm and she didn’t feel like it was too soon.

Will let out a sigh of relief smiling softly back.

“Help me?” Mackenzie asked as she handed him the necklace and turned around.

Will gently laid the necklace on the chest clipping it and pressing a kiss to the back of her neck before she spun back around, his breath got caught seeing her wearing his initial and he smiled lovingly.

Mackenzie gently fiddled with the necklace, she wasn’t usually a big jewelry person besides her rings but the necklace was perfect.

“Thank you.” Mackenzie said so softly as she softly cupped his face.

“Always.” Will whispered back leaning into her touch before he gently set ice bag back on her head making her laugh softly.

Will rested his forehead on her forehead closing his eyes softly, “Merry early Christmas Baby.”

“Merry Christmas Love.” Mackenzie whispered back contently.

[breakfastteatime]

Cal wakes up from a nap. Oops, fell asleep on the couch again. He's so dozy, so comfy, maybe he'll drift off again and...

Wait.

Something feels different about his head. He stirs, brushing the blanket pulled up to his chin.

"Shhh. Go back to sleep." It's Merrin. She must be sitting next to his head. "I am not finished yet."

Her fingers are in his hair, brushing through and separating small handfuls into trios. The feeling is familiar, a distant memory from so long ago. He feels himself relaxing. "Why're you braiding my hair?" he asks, although it sounds more like "whyybraidnmuhheyh?"

Somehow, Merrin interprets his mushy words. "It is shiny. And pretty."

"S'not."

"Oh, yes, it is." There's a gentle tug as she deftly braids. "Fiery. Like my magicks."

"S'green."

"Hush, Cal. Let me finish."

Cal zones out, drifting into memories of Master Tapal patiently plaiting his braid, tying it off with the finest of thread. It never seemed possible for someone with such huge hands, and yet Master Tapal managed it every time. Sometimes he would tug on it to get Cal's attention. Other times, if he couldn't grab the hood of Cal's robes fast enough, he'd grab Cal's braid instead, and that never failed to bring Cal to a sudden and complete halt - usually before he wandered into traffic in the Brave's landing bay. He smiles at the memories, at the warmth, the tradition, the simplicity.

Merrin probably isn't going in for simplicity. Maybe he'll look like Cere did in that echo he picked up from Trilla's lightsaber. She looked so awesome with her hair like that. Could he grow his hair out that long? His pictures it - autumn reds, oranges and golds trailing all the way down his back, tied in intricate braids...

...who is he kidding? He'd sling it back in a ponytail and be done with it.

He giggles to himself.

"You are strange, Cal," Merrin tells him.

She has no idea.

A few minutes later, Merrin's fingers pull away. "Done. You may wake up. BD? You can come and look now."

Familiar feet tippy-tappy their way over. BD gives a long, slow beep of awe, and then the light of his scanner shines through Cal's eyelids.

Pretty, BD declares.

"I am not pretty," Cal grumbles.

"You are. You are a pretty princess," Merrin says. "BD, quick, make a recording."

"Excuse you, I'm no princess, I am a queen," Cal corrects.

"Forgive us, Your Majesty," Merrin says.

Curiosity wins and he opens his eyes, sits, frees his hands from the blanket, and explores his head. What he finds is a series of small, tight braids encircling his head - much like a crown. He leans forward and catches a glimpse of his reflection on the table. "Huh."

"You like it?" Merrin asks. "Cere explained to me how to do it, but it is easier to practice on somebody else."

"I do like it," Cal says. "It's really practical. Keeps it out of my eyes, too."

The hatch opens. Cere and Greez board the ship, both carrying several grocery bags. Cere clocks Cal first, nodding in approval. Greez does a double-take, puts down his bags, and moves in for a closer inspection.

"Well?" Cal asks, moving his head to really show it off.

"I love it!" Greez gushes. "I mean I really love it. I want it. I want that style right now."

"When you have more hair, I will teach you how," Merrin says.

He grins. "It's a deal. You heard it here, folks, Greezy is officially growing his hair out."

[avianyuh]

Hello 👋 can I pls request Taehyung, Jungkook and Yoongi reaction? They left their dogs at their crush's house for a few days but when they come back to take them home, their pets had become very fond and clingy towards their crush and refuses to leave with their owners. Thank you ❤️ ❤️

Request: Yoongi, Taehyung and Jungkook reaction to their dogs liking reader more

I wrote something similar which I'll link for all of the members here but I'll write this too :) Ty Anon

Yoongi:

Yoongi had trusted you with Min Holly for a few days while he was away with work. You texted him frequently to update him on Holly. Also sent lots of pictures of the two of you, which Yoongi secretly loved.

So when he arrived back from his work trip to pick Holly up, he was excited to not only see his dog again, but also you.

"How was he?", Yoongi asked, rubbing Holly's head as he sat on the couch.

"Oh he was great, a total sweethear", you smiled as you gave Holly another treat. "One for the ride home", Y/n said.

Yoongi laughed before asking you if you were free later that week, to which you responded yes. Then he clipped Holly to his leash and tried to walk towards the door, yet Holly wouldn't budge.

"Holly, you have to go home", Y/n said. Yoongi, however, found it amusing.

"I think he wants to stay here with you", Yoongi laughed as he unclipped Holly.

"How about I come visit you for the next few days, to ease Holly into it, you know?", Y/n asked.

"Sounds good to me", Yoongi said, looking forward to the next week.

Taehyung:

Taehyung had a performance in Japan which required him to leave Yeontan for a few days.

Though Taehyung wasn't dating Y/n, they spent most of their free time together and he couldn't think of anyone better to watch over Yeontan for a few days. He trusted you and he knew Yeontan was great with you.

So, he went to Japan for the week, and facetimed you every night, speaking to you for hours and getting a little screen time with Yeontan too.

So when he got back from Japan, he immediatly went home to greet his furry baby, and of course, you.

Y/n had actually house sat for Taehyung so he didn't need to pick Yeontan up at all.

When he stepped inside, Yeontan immediately trotted over to greet him, with Y/n following from behind.

"Tae! Welcome home", you said, moving to hug him. Taehyung sunk into the hug, missing your warmth and appreciating you more than ever.

The two of you sat for awhile, you asked about his trip, he asked about your week with Yeontan. You know, the usual.

After a few hours and a few episodes of the tv show the two of you had been watching recently, you leaned over to pick up you phone on the coffee table and checked the time.

"Oh, Taehyung, I have to go home soon, it's getting late", Y/n said, standing up and heading towards the door to put on her shoes.

"Aw, alright, call me when you get home.", Taehyung said as he watched Y/n put on her coat.

But what was most surprising was Yeontan, who planted himself in front of the door and wouldn't let Y/n leave.

"Yeontan", Y/n giggled, "I have to go, I'll see you soon!", Y/n said, crouching down so she was eye level with Yeontan.

Taehyung laughed as he stood up and walked over towards the both of them.

He picked up Yeontan and looked at Y/n,"You might as well stay, he doesn;t want you to leave.", he smiled shyly.

"I guess I could stay", Y/n responded, petting Yeontan, a blush creeping onto both, Taehyung and Y/n.

Jungkook:

Jungkook was currently promoting his solo album and had to go abroad for promotions. He left Bam with you, as he not only trusted you, but he knew that Bam loved you a lot.

So, when he got back from his promotions, he was excited to see you and pick up Bam.

He arrived at your apartment and unlocked the door with the key he had been given by you.

"Oh, Jungkook! You're back!", Y/n said as she walked into the living area, coming to inspect who had opened the door.

Bam followed close behind her, and immediately ran to greet Jungkook, who he had missed dearly.

"Bam missed you", Y/n smiled, watching as Bam come back over to her.

"He seems pretty happy here", Jungkook said, watching as Bam sat in his dog bed that you had boughten for him.

That's what Jungkook loved the most about you, you were so considerate and you took such good care of Bam.

The two of you watched Bam go back and forth between the both of you for the next hour. The two of you caught up about what the other had missed.

But when Jungkook thought it was time to leave, Bam had other plans.

When Jungkook called him over signaling towards the door. Bam stayed firmly planted by Y/n's feet. "Bam, come on we gotta go home", Jungkook said, finding it somewhat amusing. He looked up and watched as you covered your hand over your mouth, trying to stifle a giggle. He called Bam again, yet still nothing. "Bam, I'm serious.", Jungkook laughed, trying to sound stern.

"You don't sound very serious", Y/n joked. "What's the rush to go home...do you not like me", Y/n playfully pouted.

"You know that's not true", Jungkook laughed before heading back towards the couch. He could stay a few more hours.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

hello, I was wondering can you write a levi headcannon for what he does for aftercare? I’ve read so much of the smut I want something different but the same I guess haha, not sure if you’ve done this before :)

HI I KNOW THIS REQUEST IS FROM JUNE AND TO MAKE UP FOR THE LONG WAIT I TURNED THIS INTO A ONESHOT, HOPE U LIKE 💕💕 if you would still like a headcanon version, feel free to send a follow-up request :3

Fucked Out | Smut and Fluff Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ ~1.3k ✧ notes ➼ smut at the beginning, MDNI, mean dom!levi, afab!reader, fem!reader, soft!levi doing aftercare, fluff ✧ content/warnings: rough sex, gagging, bondage, whipping, creampie uwu

The only real sound that could be heard over the sound of skin slapping skin as Levi continued to snap his hips into yours were your muffled cries. He was currently fucking into you from behind with his hand on the back of your neck to hold you in place. All of the sounds he was pulling out of you were muffled by his cravat that he had tied around your head as a gag.

You just creamed onto his cock again—you had lost count of how many times he had brought you over the edge. He just knew your body that well. You were getting more overstimulated every time, prompting you to pull harder against the belt that currently tied your wrists together onto the bedpost.

He was fucking you stupid and you were doing nothing but whining and drooling into the gag. Tears were forming in the corners of your eyes over how intense your orgasms were getting.

You felt your pussy clenching up around him again, as if you were trying to suck him in, as he picked up in speed, breathing more erratically as he approached his own climax.

Levi almost collapsed forward onto you, using his hand that was on the back of your neck to press up against the wall so that he could hold himself up as he fucked you through his own climax, barely audible whimpers escaping his throat as he let you milk him dry.

After a brief moment of just laying with his chest against your back as he steadied his breathing, he pulled out his now softening cock, grunting from the sudden movement, still being sensitive from his fresh orgasm. He watched as his cum oozed out of your dripping cunt and down your thighs.

You were beyond disoriented and fucked out. You asked him to fuck your brains out, and that was exactly what he did, being the ever diligent soldier that he was. You slowly opened your eyes again as you felt Levi roll over next to you, beginning to untie the belt that was binding your wrists to the bedpost, pulling apart the knot he had tied the ends of his cravat into so that the gag fell from your mouth.

As soon as the cloth fell from your lips, you gasped as you took in a sharp breath, able to finally breathe properly again.

Levi pulled you in as you collapsed flat onto the bed, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. He tucked your hair behind your ear, feeling both a sense of pride and adoration at how absolutely elated you looked.

He pulled himself up, sitting and immediately placing his hand around the red lash marks that littered your thighs and ass. He had been using the belt to whip you for being a brat throughout the day before settling with tying you up with it after you began to desperately beg for his cock.

"Too much?" he asked softly, gently running his thumb over the marks to gauge how much it still hurt.

You shook your head, still breathing heavily, but otherwise didn't respond.

He scoffed, mostly because he was able to see that you were trying to respond.

"How fucked out are you?"

You whined, forcing your eyes open and pouting at him once you saw the amused glint in his eyes.

"Wonder who's fault that was," you grumbled.

"That your way of telling me to stop?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, although the question was genuine.

Upon seeing that you were struggling to answer, he patted your ass before crawling up off the bed, drawing a quiet whine out of you at the lack of warmth.

He came back fairly quickly with a warm towel in hand, beginning to wipe off some of the sweat and cum that had gathered on your tired body. He gently dabbed the towel at your inner thighs and massaged the area around the lash marks, just to be sure that he didn't go too hard, even if you said that he didn't. He had to be sure.

The frown lines usually present around his eyes softened as he looked over at you again, noting how hard it was for you to stay awake.

"...just saying..." you mumbled as you shook your head. "...if you're going to fuck my brains out...might as well own up to it..."

You trailed off as you lost the battle in fighting to stay awake.

"Hey," Levi gently called out, muttering your name as he shook you awake. "Let's get you cleaned up before you pass out on me, yeah?"

A subtle smirk formed on his lips as he heard you mumble something about needing five minutes to catch your breath. He knew that was a lie and that you were going to straight up fall asleep.

Instead, he took those five minutes to draw a bath for you, filling the tub up with warm water, running the water over his hand to make sure it wasn't too hot.

Once he looked over at you again, he saw that you had indeed passed out, and could even hear you gently snoring when he walked back over to you.

He placed his hand on your shoulder and gently shook you again. You were only able to respond with a whine once he tried to get you to get up.

"You're such a pain in the ass," he grumbled with a groan before gently looping his arms underneath your knees and your back, picking you up, and walking you over to the tub.

A relaxed sigh fell out of your lips as you were gently submerged into the warm water.

It was hard enough for you to stay awake at baseline, but the warm water in addition to how gentle his touch was as he bathed you threatened to pull you back under again. You'd feel him occasionally shake you again to wake you up, not wanting you to fully fall asleep while submerged in the bathwater.

Part of him felt bad for wearing you out this much, so he didn't feel particularly bothered about getting you cleaned up as you were half-asleep. He was the one that put you into this state after all.

After drying you off, he picked you up again and brought you back over to the bed, tucking the blanket around you, making sure that you were comfortable.

Any further efforts to stay awake left your mind, and you were fully asleep by the time that he came out of the shower, and his showers were not particularly long.

Although you were asleep, you felt yourself wrapping an arm around him as soon as he laid down in the bed next to you. He pulled you further in, resting your head against his chest so that you were able to hear his heart beating.

You were mumbling something in your sleep, but it was incomprehensible. Your grip on him was strong and you buried your face further into his bare chest, a content 'hmm' coming from your throat as you smelled the bodywash that he had used just a few minutes ago.

He ran his fingers through your hair, clearing some strands from your face so that he could see you better, and your calm state elicited a small smile out of him.

Levi planted one last small kiss on the top of your head, also being pulled under, elated, as he slept with you in his arms.

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Hope (Chapter 5)

Kelly Severide x reader

Series Summary: Sometimes, we all need a little hope.

Chapter Summary: Making the most of it

Word Count: 1,348

A/N: I'm having way too much fun with this story 😅😁 Enjoy! 😘

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A few weeks had passed since your night at the bar. In that time you were glad to say that your bond with those at 51 had only gotten stronger. 

Of all of them, you had bonded the most with Kelly as he had invited you out to different places in Chicago on the days he was off shift. His reasoning being that it would be a good idea to relearn what it was like to live here, and you happily agreed since it got you out of the house. 

While these outings had been unexpected, they were always fun as the two of you spent most of your time talking. The ease with which you could speak to him was something that caught you off guard, but was also a refreshing change of pace. You two would move from one topic to another after realizing how much you had in common. 

Therefore, the conversations were rarely sparse. 

And hanging out with Severide also had the additional bonus of making your integration into the firehouse family that much easier since the events he invited you to sometimes included his coworkers.

During shift hours, you tried to keep to your original word of staying to the sidelines as you worked with them, but they insistently went out of their way to include you during all the downtime at the house.

Whether that be for a meal or just for a little gossip, it didn’t matter. 51 saw you as one of their own and you felt the same way about them. 

Truly appreciative of the effort they took to make you feel welcomed, you were even more determined to do our job of portraying them in the best possible light possible.

Having spent the last few shifts shadowing at your Uncle’s firehouse, you were sad to say your time with them was wrapping up. Soon, you would be moving on to get videos and shots of the other houses you had lined up for your project with the CFD. And since today was your last shift here, you were making the most of it by getting some shots of Squad 3 while they did drills on the concrete of the driveway.

“C’mon! Pick up the pace!” Called Severide as he watched his men move while he held a timer.

You were standing a few feet behind him with your camera in hand. Holding it up to your face so you could look through the eyepiece, you snapped pic after pic of Cruz, Capp, and Tony tying knots in a rope. They then used that rope to tie around Vargas who was on the ground playing the victim. Hulling him several feet to a backboard, all the men dropped the rope with relief once their Lieutenant checked his stopwatch and said,

“Good job, guys. Clean this stuff up, then head inside and get some water.”

Grateful for the break, his men went about following their orders and were soon making their way back into the firehouse with their training equipment in hand.

However, Severide lingered outside as he watched you look through the photos on your camera’s screen. Walking the few feet it took to close the distance between you both, the Squad leader waited till he was an arm’s length away from you in order to jokingly ask,

“Are you getting my good side?”

Smiling in amusement, you looked up from your camera and to his face as you responded in your own humorous tone,

“Is Kelly Severide admitting he has a bad one?”

Letting out a chuckle at your unexpected answer, Kelly was about to give his reply when you both heard your name being called from the firehouse.

Turning, you each saw Boden’s assistant standing in one of the doorways as she said,

“Chief wants to see you in his office.”

“Ok, thanks Connie!” 

Was your appreciative response.

You caught eyes with Severide again as you made your departure by saying,

“I’ll catch you later?”

Nodding in agreement, he sincerely replied,

“I look forward to it.”

Smiling once more, you rotated around in order to follow Connie inside after you gave your own nod of affirmation.

Since Kelly’s eyes were focused on you as you walked away, he missed the approach of his best friend, Captain Matt Casey.

Clasping a firm hand down on the Lieutenant’s shoulder, Matt watched the Squad leader jump in surprise as he was brought back to reality.

Following Kelly’s line of vision with his own, Casey raised his brows at his friend while asking in a teasing manner,

“Is there something you wanna tell me?”

Given that all he could see was your retreating figure.

“No.” 

Was the immediate response he received.

Embarrassed to be caught staring at you so blatantly, Severide shrugged off Casey’s offending hand and began making his own way to the apparatus floor in the hopes of avoiding the oncoming interrogation.

“Are you suuure?” Matt continued on in a low voice. “You’re absolutely sure there’s nothing you wanna tell me about you and Chief’s niece?!”

Spinning around with a quickness, Kelly hushed his friend before anyone had the chance to hear him.

“Shhh!!! It’s not like that!”

With an amused and smug expression, the truck Captain crossed his arms over his chest and knowingly asked,

“Then what is it like?”

Recognizing he was caught, the Squad leader let out a huff and decided to be honest.

“Look, it’s been awhile since she lived here, so I’ve been showing her around a bit while we’re off shift. We’ve gotten to know each other a little better and I like her. But it hasn’t gone any further than that.”

He finished while avoiding his friend’s eyes.

After studying the man for a moment, Matt couldn’t help but to allow the astonishment to grow on his face as he finally realized what was going on.

“Oh my god, Kelly Severide has a crush!”

He exclaimed with surprised amazement.

Immediately getting shushed again by Kelly all but confirmed his educated guess. But when he then whisper-shouted,

“Casey! Be quiet!” 

While looking around to make sure no one had heard them, the Captain knew for a fact he was right.

“If you like her this much, why haven’t you asked her out already?”

Was Matt’s genuinely curious question after he too looked around and confirmed they were alone.

Letting out a sigh of defeat as he realized this topic wasn’t being dropped anytime soon, Severide exasperatedly just said,

“You think I don’t want to?? But like you said, she’s Boden’s niece. So that means she’s off-limits. And I gotta respect that.”

He dejectedly finished.

Looking at his suddenly disheartened friend, Casey thought over his reply before saying with encouragement,

“Y’know, since I respect your admiration for her, Boden probably would too. And today is her last day with us. So if your intentions are good, maybe you should just take a chance and ask her on a proper date. What do you have to lose?”

Kelly paused as he recognized his friend might be right, then finally said in resolution,

“I’ll think about it.”

And while those two wrapped up their conversation outside, you were just getting started with yours in Chief's office.

“So, I’ll cut right to the chase,” Boden began. “It has come to my attention that you submitted a recertification application to become a firefighter with the CFD. Is this correct?”

Surprised he was aware of this, you replied with a hesitant,

“Yes, Uncle Wallace…”

Staring your way with a serious look on his face, he then said,

“And is this something you’re determined to do?”

Unsure of where he was going with this, you only paused for a moment before giving a confident and determined,

“Yes, Chief. Once my contract is up, I will become a firefighter again.”

Boden gave a single nod at your answer. And after considering it for a second, he opened his mouth and asked the last question you ever expected to hear.

“Then how would you like to be a firefighter here at 51?” 

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For the prompt event, can I request a #8. Sing where reader sings buggy a lullaby, with quote #4. "What are you looking at?"

I'm loving these, they're all so cute.

Phew, so sorry for the wait! I severely underestimated how busy March was gonna be. TY so much for this request and for picking a lullaby!!! That was such a great idea.

Prompts: Sing (lullaby), "What are you looking at?" Teaser: "You quickly raised your still-full cup and washed away that thought. He was your captain. And your captain’s exuberant movements had you bump against his chest. You drank again." Warnings: SFW. Not an established relationship, Buggy x GN!reader, pirate party and drinking, that's about it. Word count: ~1.2k

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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

The party raged on into the night. Rowdy laughter, drunken cheers, and music exploded from the belly of the ship, carrying across the darkened waves and shooting up towards the stars.

Buggy’s crew never needed an excuse to celebrate, but this time they had one - a new crew member. Although you first stepped on the ship just over a week ago, this party was thrown for you. As the guest of honor, you were kept in the dark until the sun was split in half by the horizon. Stepping into the mess for dinner, your vision was cluttered with bodies and confetti, your ears with shouts of your name and indecipherable cheers, and a drink was pressed into your hand.

You were pulled into the room, a victim in a tide of enthusiasm. Slaps on your back and hands on your shoulder guided you further in the room. Drinks were downed with each cheer that filled the room, yet your container never remained low for long. You couldn’t even keep track of when or who filled your cup, but you were grateful for it with each swig.

The music picked up and the celebratory current carried you through the room. You visited whirlpools of twirling dances. Riptides dragged you into boastful conversations. The flow carried you past plates of greasy food, bright smiles, and joyous laughter. Eventually you ended up in the corner of the room occupied by sirens. As you listened to performances showcasing lilting songs and off-pitch lyrics, you weren’t sure if they were more like sirens of the sea or blaring warning signals.

When a blue haired performer took the platform next, you sided more with the sea sirens. And when his painted lips parted and released an overly confident, nasally rendition of a song you almost recognized, you cast any relations to ethereal sirens out to sea for good. 

What Buggy lacked in pitch and tempo, he made up for in wild enthusiasm. He knew how to work the crowd and it wasn’t long before you were clapping and singing along to lyrics you didn’t even know.

Buggy ended his performance on one knee, a hand raised to the sky, and eyes closed. With his chest heaving, skin glistening, and blue hair shining in the light, you were captivated. The hold on your attention broke the moment his eyes sought out yours and he beckoned you to come to the stage. That was one order from your captain you would not follow.

Knowing your limits, you stayed in place and shook your head. When the group tried to surge you forwards, you grabbed onto a nearby crewmate and pushed them forwards until they took your place in front of the crowd. The attention ebbed and latched onto the new performer, who drained the rest of their drink and launched into a song with a throaty shout. 

The sacrifice was accepted and you drifted back to the edge of the crowd, stopping only when you crashed into a solid object. Gloved hands grabbed your shoulders and kept you steady.

“Why didn’t you sing?” Buggy asked, his voice drifting from behind you.

“It’s not my thing. You were great, though.”

“Of course I was! I’m the amazing Buggy, after all!”

Although you were facing forwards, you could hear the grin his gloating came from. Buggy’s pride was infectious, tugging a broader smile on your own face. The captain continued to flaunt his many skills and his enthusiasm was emphasized by his hands squeezing and gripping your shoulders. His grasp was so large that it almost felt like he was hugging you.

You quickly raised your still-full cup and washed away that thought. He was your captain. And your captain’s exuberant movements had you bump against his chest. You drank again. He was practically shouting in your ear so you could hear him over the music. You also felt his breath on your skin. Another drink. A longer drink, with ale trailing down your chin. The cup was finally empty. Your stomach was sloshing, your head was full of fuzz, your face was hot, and it was time for bed.

“What?” Buggy shouted.

You turned to face the pirate and were surprised to see just how close his face was to yours. Leaning away but staying in his bubble, you repeated yourself.

“I think it’s time for bed. I’m tired.”

Buggy nodded and tilted his head, signaling you to follow him. He finally lifted his hold and your shoulders felt chilly. You trailed behind him until you both reached a quieter area.

“Let me show you to your new room,” Buggy said, clearly excited to deliver the news. “We don’t want you getting lost again.” 

You pursed your lips at the teasing remark and rolled your eyes. “Alright, Captain. Lead the way!” You gestured broadly and were surprised to see another drink already spilling out of your mug.

Buggy noticed the flash of worry on your face. “Need help with that too?”

You passed him the drink and he took a long swig.

“Alright, follow me.”

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Once out of the mess, the sounds of the party were muffled, which lent a comforting presence to the empty ship. You and Buggy walked through a hallway, talking about nothing. It was a slow journey, each of you subtly trying to match each other’s pace. Any awkwardness from two individuals attempting to follow one another was dispersed by the easy conversation and laughter that flowed.

Buggy drained the rest of the ale and exhaled loudly. “I don’t suppose you have any food you also need help with?”

“No, I wasn’t handed a magical refilling plate,” you chuckled. “That’s probably a good thing. I would have eaten too many of those spicy cheesy things.”

“The pepper bombs! Those are my favorite!” That comment launched another conversation that was just a tad shorter than the rest of the walk.

The next silence arrived slowly and calmly. There wasn’t a need to fill the space, but a small desire in your body was the right shape. You started humming softly, carrying a soothing tune. A familiar tune. Buggy followed along, mumbling the words under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.

With the end of the walk in sight, Buggy slowed his gait so the song could finish.

“What are you looking at?” you asked at the end. Throughout the impromptu duet, his ocean eyes kept flickering towards you and it was making you nervous.

“I haven’t heard that one in so long…”

“My parents used to sing that lullaby to me. It’s the only song I could think of.”

“But you still didn’t sing.”

“I was going to, but I like hearing your voice.” The confession slipped out too quickly to take back. Rather than dwelling on what you said and letting the embarrassment in your body bloom faster, you changed topics. “I- uh- guess this is my room?”

“Yeah. S’all yours.” Buggy slapped the doorframe, his hand coming down faster than he intended. He leaned into the pins and needles coursing through his palm. “I hope you enjoyed your party.”

“I did, thanks Captain.” You flashed him a smile before opening the door. “I’m glad I’m here.”

After bidding him good night, Buggy turned back towards the party. You weren’t the only one glad you were here.

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Halloween drive - Batwheels fanfic again XD

This is based of my first ever Batwheels fanfic, where Bam explains to Prank how this was the most fun night of his life. I ended up liking the idea so much i wrote it out so here you go

Story

"Its Halloween!!"

Batwing had been flying around the Batcave for what felt like hours. She was always really excited for Halloween, but this time, all the bat - vehicles were coming with Batman to bring around candies. Normally only Bam, Bibi and Redbird went outside, but this time everyone went in auto control.

"I know, right?" Bam said while getting schminked by MOE. "Halloween is great!"

"Its the BEST! HOLIDAY! EVEEEER!!" Batwing yelled while making a salto.

"I have never seen you so happy!" Bibi said while detaching herself from her charger. Then her smile dissapeared. "And it feels off. Stop it."

"I don't think she's gonna stop anytime soon," MOE said while finishing off Bams paintwork. "Look at that!"

Bam had bones painted all across his body. On his hood, he had a massive skull painted. "Wow, this is awesome, thank you, MOE!" MOE nodded in response. "Thank you for standing still. Unlike somebody before you," he said while glancing at Bibi, who just started laughing. She had bones painted on too, except she had flowers added.

Batwing finally settled down, panting from all the flying. Then she started prancing on her wheels. "I can't wait, i can't wait, i can't wait!"

Buff drove forwards with a bag of candies on his back space and a pumpkin sticker on his hood. "Wing, relax! You have to save up some energy for our halloween drive!"

"Oh! Right!" Batwing flew up and sat on the garage roof, looking down at everybody.

"Alright, are we ready for our halloween drive?" They heard a voice ask in the distance.

"Thats Batman! Quick, in your garages!" MOE picked up the bucket of white paint as if he was cleaning it up while the batwheels all went to their spots and turned off just as Batman, Batgirl and Robin entered the room. Batman and Batgirl both had candy bags with them and Robin was holding a huge pumpkin.

"Alright!" Batgirl said, looking at her motorcycle. "She looks awesome! MOE, did you do this?"

"I did!" MOE said proudly, putting the paint next to the garage.

Robin walked up to the Bat - truck. "Bringing a monster truck to a monster party," he said. "We have to do that." Then he gasped.

"Batman-"

"No."

"But i know how to drive!" Robin leaned against one of the front tires. "Please? Just once! I'll never ask again! Batgirl has driven him too!"

"Like, twice or something," Batgirl said while tying her candy bag on Bibi's back space.

Batman thought for a second. "Fine, just this once. Drive with both your hands on the wheel and stay behind me."

"YES!" Robin hopped in the truck and put the pumpkin next to him. "This is awesome!"

Batgirl got on her motorcycle. "Come on, lets go!"

"Batman, can i come along, maybe?" MOE asked.

"You just want an excuse to wear my spare cape, do you?" Batman asked.

"Yn..." MOE said. "Yes'nt."

Batman chuckled. "Okay."

"YAAY!" MOE cheered, jumping before Redbirds wheel.

Batman got in the Batmobile. "All right, lets head out!"

Batman didnt even grab his wheel or the Batwing zoomed its way out of the cave, speeding outside. Batman looked at MOE, who had his window rolled down. "Auto - control acting up, probably. I'll check it out when we're back home."

- outside

Bam looked around, there was a whole crowd of people in each street. It looked amazing.

Batwing had the absolute time of her life. She dropped a rain of candies into the crowd and flew off cheering.

Bam felt Batman press in the gas and felt himself going faster. Redbird caught up, laughing with MOE, who was throwing around candies too. Batgirl was standing on Bibi's seating throwing out hands full of candies. But nobody had as much fun as Robin. It wasnt only his first time driving the Bat-truck, but he also had the chance to throw around candies out of its window.

"This is amazing, we should do this every year!" Batgirl stood in a surfing position on her bike, sticking out her hand and giving high fives. "Who wants candy?!" She asked the crowd.

Batman smiled. This was actually all his idea. He knew how much Batgirl and Robin wanted to have a cross drive, he had also noticed Robin wanting to drive the Bat-truck, (he had started asking it more and more) so he loved seeing them so happy about all of it finally happening.

Bam looked around. He all of a sudden got the best idea.

"MOE! MOE! I'm gonna drive a donut!"

"Watch out, you have a dri-" MOE cut himself off mid sentence. "Batman, i have an idea! Try to drive a donut and spread candy around in the crowd!"

"Good idea." Batman drove the Batmobile to the middle of the street, put the candybag next to the window and turned Bam around in a donut, resulting in a wave of candies being rained out of the car, into the crowd. MOE smiled, not only because of the sight and all the laughing people, above all of the noise he heard Bam cheering and laughing.

"CANDY TORNADO!!" Batwing yelled, raining down candies on the other side of the crowd. "Cool stunt, Bam!"

"MOE, can we try that?" Redbird asked with a smile.

MOE put the bag next to the window. "Go ahead!"

Batwing raced down to the street and slid one of her wings across the asphalt, coming very close to the crowd.

More and more people started coming. Bam even noticed some people from the news recording them with camera's and the journalist happily watching it. They stood still for a second. Batgirl was talking to some other people and Bibi was standing, seemingly relaxed. Buff on the other hand seemed kind of off, he had told the batwheels before he wasnt sure about Robin in his driver seat rather then Batman or Batgirl, but after Redbird drove up next to him he seemed to calm down a bit. The Batwheels lined up to end the Bat - halloween parade with a bang.

"It seems the Bat - vehicles are lining up for a race," the journalist explained. "And they already have quite the crowd."

"You guys are all going down!" Bibi revved her engine.

"Not when i'm competing in it!" Redbird went to stand next to her. "I'm not losing to you!"

"You bet your bumper you will!" Bibi reared and giggled.

Bam lined up too. "Guys, keep it calm!"

Buff lined up next to him. "They always talk like that. No biggie."

"Whatever, whatever, just get on with it!" Batwing lastly lined up.

"3..2..1.." the journalist waited. "And GO!"

"Batwheels, full gas!" Bam pressed in the gas and drove straight trough the street with the other batwheels following him. He heard Batgirl and Robin scream in enjoyment.

"We have to do this every year!" Redbird jumped off the street to catch up with Bam, nearly hitting a roadway sign.

"Watch out, Red!" MOE yelled.

Batwing yelled above them. "And if we can't i'm doing this myself next year! Buff, stop trying to drive so careful. We're racing, Robin is fine."

Bam cheered. "Best Halloween ever!"

- Back in the batcave

It was very late now, but the batwheels were still awake. Sitting before the garages, they talked about the halloween drive.

"Okay but Bam, those little kids that climbed un your hood were the cutest!"Bibi giggled. "I never knew Batman was so good with kids. And Batgirl either!"

"Buff, how was driving with Robin?" Redbird asked. "Did it go well?"

"Yes, it actually was quite nice to have someone else in my driver seat! I could tell it was his first time in a truck, i had to assist with the steering a few times, but he had a good time and so did i!" Buff smiled.

"As pleased as i am to hear you had a good time, its very late. I suggest you go to sleep, Batwheels," BC said. "Then you can tell me all about it tomorrow! I'd love to hear it!"

"Will do!" Bam said. Bibi yawned, Buff shook his body like a horse that had just rolled in the sand, Redbird strechted his tires and Batwing, still giggling, was flying to her spot in the ceiling. As everyone went to sleep, Bam thought about everything. "Best night of my life."

"Should do that again.." he thought, before his charger attached and he dozed off.

I need a halloween like this... car halloween.

[erisenyo]

If it’s not too late/you feel like it, maybe “shh, c’mere” for zukka? Because the only thing Zuko’s worse at than showing emotions (other than anger) is being comforted because of said emotions (at least in my brain haha) also ik I said this in tags but I absolutely adored your Ty Lee suki ficlet with the crystals it hugs my heart ;-; she’s protecting her friends

。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。

For this prompt game!

“—and the utter gall of them to suggest—”

“Uh huh,” Sokka says, tugging Zuko by the wrist around a clump of slow-moving market shoppers.

“—like I haven’t spent months on the proposal—”

“So much time,” Sokka assures him, taking a moment in the next intersection to orient himself against Caldera’s cratered rim before pulling Zuko left.

“—to just come in and in one meeting—”

“Ridiculous,” Sokka agrees, shooting a quick, apologetic smile to the person who gives him started, half-offended look.

“—think they know more than me—”

“You researched a lot,” Sokka sympathizes, dragging Zuko clear of the line at his favorite food stall, which he's regretfully going to have to come back to later when Zuko—

“I researched—Sei Zun research—we researched—"

—isn’t at risk of popping a vein. Or starting to spit rainbow sparks in public, which would really give them away. Going incognito and relying on people’s expectations of where a Fire Lord won’t be only goes so far.

“And you did a really good job of it,” Sokka soothes, picking up the pace a little as Zuko hisses out a curl of smoke through his teeth.

“To just eel swan in—”

Sokka lets out an audible sigh of relief as he sees the sign for their destination, hand-painted and cheerful, before clearing his throat and quickly offering, “So rude."

“—and imply that I don’t care enough about—”

“Sh, c’mere,” Sokka interrupts as he pushes into the curious crowd thronging the square, Zuko spitting himself to a stop and making a low, seething noise of outrage. “Don’t be like that,” Sokka huffs, rolling his eyes and tugging on his wrist again. “C’mere.”

Zuko gives him a sideways, nettled look, clearly annoyed at being managed. “What are you—” he cuts off as he finally swings his glare up to actually take in their surroundings. Sokka can see the moment he realizes where they are, his face going suddenly slack with shock, mouth working silently a moment before he finally whispers, disbelieving, “…The baby animal adoption drive?”

“Mhm,” Sokka says, breaking free of the crowd and turning to walk backward so he can get a nice, good look at Zuko taking it all in.  

“The one we couldn’t make last year?” Zuko asks, dazed, stumbling along after Sokka.

“Mhm,” Sokka grins.

“And couldn’t make this year?”

“It rained last week,” Sokka reminds him. “They had to move it.”

“Oh,” Zuko says, with feeling, and Sokka doesn’t resist the urge to plant his feet and keep pulling, tugging him into his body so he can enjoy Zuko's closeness and also the dumbstruck look on his face.

“Yeah,” Sokka hums, dropping a light kiss onto Zuko’s lips and murmuring against his mouth, “Want to pet your feelings out?”

“Yes,” Zuko says, plowing forward through Sokka like that was all the permission he needed, face somewhere between determined and transfixed, and Sokka can't help but laugh before spinning to follow.

Sokka trails after at a more normal pace, grinning to see the tension melting out of Zuko’s body one kitten fawn and goat puppy—and inexplicably, a baby puma goat—at a time, until Zuko’s practically a boneless pile on the ground, baby animals crawling over him, head pillowed in Sokka’s lap.

“This was the best idea Aang’s ever had in his entire life,” Zuko mumbles into the side of the tiny kitten owl determinedly navigating his face.

“It was a pretty good one,” Sokka agrees, unable to do anything except smile at the sight. Spirits, he must look stupidly fond and sappy right now, but he can't seem to find it in himself to care about who might be seeing it.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this was happening,” Zuko slurs, both hands focused on giving ear scritches, and Sokka pauses on the braid he’s working into Zuko’s hair.

“It worked out, though, right?” he checks, relaxing again when Zuko lets out a deep sound of contented agreement and after a long moment adding slow, like he’s drunk,

“You have work to do.”

“Eventually,” Sokka hums, perfectly content to be where he is for now.

“Poak and Sun Chen are waiting for a reply?”

“Hawks only go so fast, and they need to rest, too, love,” Sokka shrugs, searching around a moment before plopping another kitten fawn onto Zuko's chest. “It’s nothing that can’t wait a few hours,” he assures him.

And nothing worth missing the sight of this, for, of Zuko’s small, delighted smile up at him before he turns to coo at the new creature, everything else happily forgotten.  

[kamiversee]

IK THIS ISNT GOING TO HAPPEN BUT I HAD SUCH A GOOD THOUGHT! Imagine this whole book was actually a movie that they were filming. So gojo, choso, sukuna, the reader and everyone else are just actors. So like when the book ends, it’s interrupted by a “Cut!” and then everybody js breaks character and start telling eachother great work and congratulating everyone for finally finishing this movie. And gojo and the reader are actually close friends so while everyone’s busy cleaning up and getting ready to go home, he asks her if she could get him his bag from his dressing room. She says sure and makes her way there. She enters the room and spots his bag, while picking it up, a book falls out. Originally, she was going to grab it and js place it back inside but her curiosity gets the best of her and she opens it. She realizes its a journal and while she’s skimming through it, shes giggling to herself at the first silly pages her best friend had written. But then she gets to a rather odd page. Covering the whole sheet, leaving no spaces of white whatsoever, is her name. Just her name. Over and over again. And it went on for atleast 4 pages. After turning the fourth page, she finds something very disturbing. The funny and silly man you knew as your good friend had written about how obsessed he was with you. He wrote that he would look forward to seeing you everyday, obsessed with your scent, hair, eyes, legs, hands, mouth, etc. Basically every single part of you. While you kept reading it, it js kept getting weirder and weirder. When you turned the page, there was hair taped to the book. YOUR hair. SEVERAL strands. Your face twisted in disgust and your hand flew to your mouth. There was more writing on the next page and smth disturbing had caught your eye at the end of the entry. “If you think about it, I really don’t have to do much acting for this role. Part of it is being an obsessive freak who would do anything for the woman he loves. And that’s exactly me. Can you really blame me? Look at her. Shes so pretty. Especially when she’s sleeping. But lately she’s been getting a little too close to Choso..i really don’t like that. But it’s fine! I’ve gotten rid of that problem already so i dont think he’ll be talking to her anymore..” Her eyes grow wide and you realize..Choso hasn’t been here these past few days. Someone had called in saying he was sick and wouldn’t be showing up for the last few scenes you guys had to film…that’s why you never grew worried. But now..now you know that choso was probably never sick. Oh god..was he..? Before you could finish your thought, someone broke you out of your trance. “what are you doing.” Your head slowly turned towards the door of your room and there stood gojo, lifeless, serious look on his face. You couldn’t speak. He continued to stare at you with dead eyes until he smiled at you. A wide creepy smile. “Guess you know my little secret now, huh? Sweets.”

GIRL WHY DID U JUST WRITE A WHOLE ASS SPINOFF?😭🙏 This was good wth?

& funny because I like to think of all my fics as movies that I’m directing & everyone’s just an actor💀

I do rlly love this concept tho, 10/10, ty for this <3