#uhh pant holders

[tinytinybumblebee]

NO MORE FORD ANGST I'M HERE TO SAVE THE DAY!!!!!! /silly

uhh imagine teeny ford gets grumpy at something completely minor (like he broke a crayon while coloring or he got a question wrong while watching those educational tv shows) so he's just a sulky baby clinging to stan cus stan knows how to make it better.

& stan is like. fighting back laughter like a valiant soldier in war bc he knows ford will get over this silly little thing in about 30 minutes & oh goodness his pouty face is just the cutest...

I LUV THEM SO MUCH :((((( <3

Stan finds it so cute! Oh my goodness, watching his 12 times phd holder brother getting pouty over such small things xD♡

He's just sitting there in the living room when suddenly he feels a tug on his pants leg and a snapped crayon being waved in his face. Stan looks down and sees those Pine Puppy Dog Eyes(tm) Ford is sporting.

"Sorry, Sixer, that ain't something we can mend back together."

Technically, it could, but that would involve fire/high heat, and Stan learned his lesson from the last time he let tiny Ford anywhere near open sources of fire (how was the tyke supposed to know it'd hurt to touch warm orange thing???)

And oh, that pout that forms on Ford's face is precious- he lowers the crayon and just lays his head on Stan's knee and huffs.

Stan bites back his laughter and ruffles Ford's hair.

"Eh just think of it this way, now you got two red crayons instead of one!"

Ford's eyes light up when Stan says that! Because yeah!! Now he's got two!!

"Stan, you're so smart!!! I got the smartest brother!!" Ford says, basically forgetting he was sulky as he holds his "two" crayons and goes off to continue his colouring♡♡

And that boost Stan's ego for the rest of the day xD💖💖💖

[fatale-distraction]

Lavellan's New Lighthouse

We're crack posting today, folks. Here's how I imagine my Lavellan's first time entering The Lighthouse.

Ellana turned in place in the center of the Lighthouse, taking in the solitary, gilded prison Solas had built for himself. A table set for one, with a single plate, a single glass, a single fork and knife. Not a single chair had a mate. A chesterfield near the bookshelves: alone; dining chair: alone; lounge chair at the window: alone. 

She moved to a small hearth where a lonely, disused kettle sat and picked it up, running her fingers over the black iron. Moving with a sudden determination, she filled the kettle with water and set it back on the hearth. She fished a flint from her pocket and struck up a fire beneath the kettle, then strode purposefully to her pack. It took her seconds to locate a half-used brick of tea leaves. It was her very favorite kind; fragrant, dark, and strong. If left too long, it stained whatever unfortunate vessel held it irreparably. 

Ellana dumped the whole thing in the kettle and slammed the lid back down.

Varric watched with an uneasy feeling as the former Inquisitor began rummaging. She collected every single object that could reasonably or unreasonably be made to hold liquid and set them out on the lonely dining table with exquisite care. Ever-blooming flowers from a vase went into the fire and the vase to the table. A golden ewer for bathing joined it. A bowl of incense ash was dumped over the bed and arranged with its brethren. A hunk of soap was flung out the window, its dish placed on the table. She even dropped to her stomach and pulled the mercifully empty chamber pot from beneath the bed.

The kettle was screeching, lid rattling. Ellana took a pot holder from a hook and retrieved it.

And then she poured.

Each and every vessel was filled with meticulously portioned tea the color and approximate viscosity of darkspawn sludge. 

“What is she doing?” Rook whispered too loudly.

“He abhors tea,” replied Varric.

“Oh,” said Rook.

“Oh.” Bellara paled. “Oh boy.”

“Is...anyone going to stop her?”

“Be my guest,” Varric gestured to Rook grandly as Ellana made a point of setting the now empty kettle in the exact center of the table. The smell of singed wood began to permeate the air as the still-hot iron began burning a circle in the table.

“Uhh...”

Now humming a merry tune that sounded suspiciously like “Sera was Never,” Ellana moved on to her next target. She yanked open a set of drawers and dug a pair of sharp scissors from the pouch at her belt. Out came every single pair of small clothes, split up the back side with the scissors and dropped ceremoniously on the floor.

“Maybe I’ll wait until she’s done with the scissors.”

The sound of fabric rending made all of them cringe as she moved onto pants. Socks had holes snipped in the toes. Shirts sliced from neck to hem. All to the rhythm of the jaunty song. Then Ellana moved onto the pillows on the bed, dumping feather stuffing on the floor. She returned to the kettle and scooped out fistfuls of the wet tea leaves and began restuffing the pillows.

“Okay, alright,” Varric said finally. “That’s enough. Now you’re just being mean.”

“Get away from me—don’t touch--...”

Ellana was quite short, even for an elf. She didn’t stand all that much taller than the dwarf. So, it wasn’t terribly hard for him to cram his shoulder into her stomach, heave the flailing, spitting, shrieking elf up with one arm pinning her legs to his chest, and plop her into the chair next to the bookshelves like a naughty child. He even kicked it around to face the corner.

The Veilguard watched this interaction with stunned awe. The Inquisitor, savior of Thedas, crossed her arms and pouted as a soggy, tea-filled pillow dripped noisily on the floor of an ancient elven god. Varric rubbed his temples. 

“I’m getting too old for this,” he muttered as Ellana began systemically turning every single book on the shelf in front of her upside down, rifling through the pages and tossing out any bookmarks she found.

Neve made a noise in the back of her throat. “Those could be clues...” 

Bellara put a hand on her shoulder and shook her head gravely. There was a horrific rend of paper and a page disappeared into Ellana’s mouth where it was chewed to a pulp and spat back into the book. She slammed the cover shut and crammed the volume back into the wrong spot, upside down, pages facing out. Neve ground her teeth together.

“She’s a monster...” lamented Emmrich.

Varric shook his head. “Sera’d be so proud.”

Ellana’s last act of terror occurred when she located a partially darned sock and began serenely picking out every single stitch and unravelling the whole thing bit by bit. 

“You done?”

“I’m going to knit a giant middle finger using the yarn from all his sweaters and socks. And then I will be done.”

“Okay, Violet.”

“And then,” she went on. “I will be inviting my sister here.”

Harding and Varric exchanged deeply troubled glances.

“El, we were gonna use this place as a base of operations...” started Lace.

“And my sister is going to use it as a litter box.”

@erehttuoliveeht

Also check this out on AO3 as part of a new collection of stupid shit I write about DA4

[bimbosiwa67]

Blue and ooey gooey

Smut🤭 Aja x Jim

After the lightning in a bottle episode, Aja and Krel had no way to go home. Even worse? They have been locked out by vorvatos. Krel was bummed out by this, why did it have to happen out of all days!? All their hopes lifted when Claire suggested a sleepover, with Aja, Krel, Claire, and Jim. Toby had to go home for something idk. Aja had, let’s say, feelings for Jim. Even if she knew she wasn’t gonna be on that planet for long, she wanted to spend as much time as she can with him. Claire brought Aja and Krel sleeping bags, “Ok, so what do you wanna do first? Oo let’s paint our nails, what color are you looking for?” Claire asks to which Aja reply’s “Umm i am unfamiliar with the painting of nails..” Aja responds, her gaze slowly shifting to Jim in the corner. The way his blue eyes follow every corner of the tv, god how she wishes he could look at her like that! “Uhh Aja? Did you pick a color yet?” Claire interrupts her thoughts “Oh! Umm..red?” Aja shrugged “which shade of red? A dark red would look good with your flannel.” “Yeah that.” Aja said, still entranced by Jim “Aja, can you please pay attention? Are you alright?” Claire try’s to get Aja’s attention by waving her hand in her face “Oh um sorry Claire.” Aja spreads her fingers out. Claire spends some time on each nail, giving Aja time to stare at Jim with those love sick eyes. Could she really be head over heels for this dude??. After Aja and Krel change into their akiridion forms (Jim and Claire already know.) they all head back to sleep….till Aja wakes up. She stands up and gently walk over to the kitchen, getting a glass of water. Behind she can sense a figure so she turns around and pulls out a spatula, “Woah woah hey!” Jim says, stepping “Seklos and gaylen! Your scared me!” Aja takes a deep exhale and locks eyes with Jim “You uhh couldn’t get any sleep?” Jim asks as he reaches for a water bottle “No..not really.” Aja reaches for another water bottle “What’s on your mind..” Jim sits beside her on the couch “I can’t explain it Jim but..I think I have feelings for you..” Aja confesses and she gulps down some water “Aja…I had no idea you felt that way..” Jim smiles widely and scoots closer to her “What are you doing-“. Her words are soon interrupted with passionate but gentle kiss from Jim. Jim hands rest on her cheek and once they pull away, Aja looks at him dumbfounded but not that surprised. She wanted this to happen. She needed this to happen. “What do teenagers do on this planet to show their affection?” Aja asks “Well there’s different types, there’s emotional and verbal and physical affection. But for you I wanna try physical affection..” Jim says with a big smirk “Well, on Akiridion 5, the seventh kiss makes baby.” Aja reveals “Oh…um..ok lay down, this might feel weird but all I wanna do is make you feel good..” Jim says and Aja hesitates but lays back. Jim pulls her pants but then looks at her with lustful eyes “Do I have your permission?” Jim asks sincerely “Uhh sure, we’re lovers now aren’t we?” Aja asks, her breathing getting heavier. She had never done this before, but she was excited. Jim pulls her pants down all the way, staring at her wet light blue folds. “This is definitely different from humans girls..” Jim says and he kisses Aja’s inner thighs, making her shiver a bit. Jim looks back up at her to make sure again, and Aja nods. Jim takes one long gentle lick against Ajas blue clit, She groans softly, biting her lip. Seeing this, Jim holder her by the thighs and start sucking on her clit. “Jeez I wish I could have you like this all day..” Jim whispers under his breath. The more Jim flicks his tongue against her blue sensitive clit the more Aja was seeing stars. Her blue glowing eyes were widening any time Jim would stick his tongue barely into her. As Jim continues with his movements, Aja tugs in his hair as a sign that he’s close. One last lick and Aja managed to squirt, blue glowing fluids land on Jim’s tongue as he moans softly in appreciation. After getting cleaned up and dressed, they head back into their sleeping bags. 💙

[thelunarsystemwrites]

WOAH-

I thought there was like three Idol AU sanses, I was so SO wrong lol.

So I'm probably gonna take longer to do the bunnies then I thought, so until then!

Idol ink, as a biblically inaccurate bunny! The design was made by the very much talented, @kwai0! (Reminder: I am partly colour blind and has visual struggles, so if it looks wonky, that's why.)

BUNNY DESIGN: Dark brown bunny, with light brown swirls on it. Grayish green splotches on front feet, reaching over the back. Star and green dot on splotches. Darker blue hind leg. Spike cuff on hind leg, heart vile holder on front leg, woth chain attaching them both. Brownish pink on back, with fluffy off white tail. Scarf ears, with brown fading into gold. Left eye with star in it. Right eye with blur splotches in it. Rainbow blush.

Uhh I think this one was dust? Design by @zucchiyeni! Outfit was by uhh, @Safwunsies I believe?

BUNNY DESIGN: Guitar handle ears. White face. Brownish pink striped in middle. Kacky brown back, with darker brown tail. Dark brown belly. Cross on forehead. Golden heart in chest. On right eye, red circle with blue and purple circle inside. (Might redo this one later, it's really plain...)

IDOL CRISS CROSS /lh

Seriously, I believe the reference I used was either by @astr00-b0yy or Zuchhiyeni!

BUNNY DESIGN: Knife shaped keyboard ears, with buckles and straps connecting them. Pant cross design over torso, with purple back and circle symbol on tail. Dark purple feet. Straps on left cheek. Light grayish purple on side, with little off white/pastel grey purple X's on it.

And I'm still working on the others ^^ (Posting soon!)

(IF YOU WANT TO STOP BEING TAGGED, OR IF I CREDITED THE WRONG PERSON, PLEASE LET ME KNOW IMMEDIATELY.)

[evacado3]

C-can a request Samuel Seo rough sex (maybe a little anal, please forgive me if this to dirty)?

Tysm 😊

Uhh I’m shit at nsfw and I have literally no clue on what happens during sex. And yet I still accept smut requests like ??? It is very out of my comfort zone but I did say I write smut so I didn't wanna reject this request

I kindly ask my mutuals don't read my horny posts unless you too, are horny like this anon

⌈🔞WARNING!NSFW!⌋ spanking and rough sex!

Shared intentions

Word count: 2244

This is the last week, you sighed. You swirled the drink in your hand, trying to enjoy the atmosphere of the blaring club. "Ahhh! I don't want to work goddammit!" you gulped down the alcohol all at once and slammed it down on the counter.

You took out a cigarette, about to light the tip before the bartender stopped you.

"Eh? What do you mean, I used to smoke here all the time," you stated, though the man just pointed out the door saying to smoke in the back alley.

There wasn't anything that you could do but slam the door shut on your way out. You hurriedly pressed the lighter, placing the cig between your lips, only to find there was no more fluid in the holder.

"Fuck, can I not spend my last days having fun!" you yelled.

You were once a rebellious little teen running away from home, being out in society young made you realize the messed up world, the cruel standards you've never met. Only then did you run back into the embrace of your parent's strict morals and high expectations.

This may just be the last night you could do as you wish, messing around with whoever you wanted. Cause as of next week, you would be a full-time employee at a renowned company. That is if you passed their interview. But you won't fail, you couldn't afford to, or your parents would absolutely lose it.

Unexpectedly, you weren't alone in the alleyway, a man stood far away, too with a cigarette between his fingers. You approached the quiet figure, who heard your loud footsteps and turned to look at you.

"Hey you over there! Do you mind?" you asked, pointing to the cig in your hand. He stared for a while before throwing you his lighter. You caught it with ease, swiftly lit the tip and sucked in a breath.

The man chuckled seeing he saw you breathe out the smoke in relief, surprising you with a soft laugh despite his gloomy aura.

You glared at him, "What. I haven't smoked in a while okay? Tch," you threw the object back to him, muttering a small thanks.

"That was a horrible throw lady," he remarked, nevertheless shoving the lighter in his pocket. Just when you were gonna go off on the guy, you finally looked at his whole torso. He was in a cream-colored suit, a matching blazer with slick hair, but that wasn't all you noticed.

"What's a neat-looking guy like you doing out here," you teased, "Did you get fired from the office?" You crossed your arms, you didn't want to admit but this man was unbelievably attractive.

You took the chance to check him out while he sighed and puffed out smoke. His biceps are prominent even through his blazer, thighs bulged from his tight pants, not to mention the swell of his groin was definitely eye candy. And some symbol-looking tattoos on his neck that you couldn't make out from the darkness of the alley.

"I got promoted actually, thank you for your concern sweetie," he responded, dropping his cig and stepping on it. "I only wanted to relieve some stress."

"Hmph, does a guy like you have any worries," you mumbled.

It was like he heard you, an odd look appeared on his face, but then he grinned. "Well then, what's a lady like you doing in a shady place like this?"

"To relief some stress, of course," you imitated his low voice with a stern face. You giggled, the frustrating thoughts that circled your head cleared a bit. Maybe talking to hot guys like this eases pressure?

"Interesting aren't you?" it was like he got an answer he wanted, he touched his jacket and started walking closer.

"Woah Woah hey I didn't mean to upset you or anything, uh-" you whimpered and shut your eyes as he pinned you against the wall. "Mister?"

"You'll do for tonight."

"W-what? Do for what?"

"For relieving stress, of course."

==========

He carried you bridal style towards the room he booked, followed by some men who drop off his bag. Not giving you a chance to escape, he crashed his lips on yours harshly, prying your lips open with his tongue.

Your moans were muffled and swallowed by his mouth as he let you down on the bed, standing back up to remove his clothes.

"W-wait, how should I address you?" you asked quietly, unable to look in his eyes. The situation freaked you out a little, but you couldn't help to rub your thighs together, that kiss was erotic.

You heard the sound of fabric tearing and before you knew it, a handheld your jaw. Roughly turning your head to face him, who was inches in front of you. You could feel his hot breath hitting your face, eyes staring straight at your lips.

"Call me Samuel, princess."

Before you could react to his words, Samuel cupped your cheek and leaned in for another greedy kiss. He groan when you sucked on his bottom lip, hand caressing your clothed waist. His lips trailed down to your neck as you rake your nails through his hair, sucking and nipping at your soft skin. He only bit down hard when you told him not to leave any marks.

"Take off your clothes before I rip them," he demanded, leering down at your flushed body. You hurriedly stripped, squirming out of your dress and your bra. "Samuel my neck you... wait." you paused.

He smiled noticing you gawking at his body. "Like what you see?"

Your breathing hitched looking at his naked torso, the tattoos you couldn't see in the alley were all shown in glory. His neck, his chest, his thighs, everywhere was covered with the same black ink. You dragged your hand down the middle of his strong chest and Samuel shivered at the contact.

"Hmm," you sighed, "so so."

You yelped when he grabbed your wrists and pinned them on top of your head, glaring at your smug face. "You don't wanna make this rough princess," he warned. His once tidied hair was messed up, covering one eye. His comment only made you more satisfied, if he was gonna be the one fucking you tonight, better make it stimulating~

"And why not Samuel, I can take it." you taunted.

You gasped feeling his fingers rubbing your entrance, your head tilting back with a loud whine. He chuckled at the reaction, pushing a finger in your wet hole, thrusting painfully deep with his long digit.

"Hmp-ah-h samuel~" you cried while he added another finger, stretching you out good. He only gave a pleased hum and curled his fingers, feeling aroused when you arched your back, pushing up your breasts.

Samuel could see you aching to break out of his hold, arms struggling to pull away from his hand.

"Stay still unless you want my fist in you," he whispered next to your ear with a shit-eating grin on his face, content at your red face and cute glare. He stopped and pulled out, landing a harsh slap on your inner thigh. Your eyes widened followed by a shocked moan, this will definitely leave a mark, it stings so bad, but honestly so good at the same time...

"Who do you think you’re glaring at," he took a good look at your position, thighs rubbing together to soothe the pain. Whimpering at the loss of touch, your chest heaved up and down, eyes staring at his own, clouded with lust.

"Keep going..." you plead softly, slowly spreading your legs apart. "Fuck," he cursed as his erection pushed against his boxer unbearably, begging for release. "Get on your knees." He finally let go of your wrists, picking up a condom he left on the bed before and ripping it open.

You turned around eagerly, on all fours with your ass up high. "Is this alright?" you panted, purposely teasing him wriggling your plump flesh in the air. Wasn't long before another slap met your skin, making you jolt and mewl at the contact.

"What, you like getting spanked princess?" Samuel snickered at the bright pink handprint on your right cheek, but you only ached for more. You turned your head back to see his boxers gone and him putting the protection on his throbbing dick.

The tip was slightly swollen and his slit leaked drops of precum. Fuck he's big, you thought, licking your reddened lips. "Samuel~ Hurry up!" you groaned, burning with need.

"Be a good girl for me," he was having a hard time too, trying not to concentrate on the mere friction of a condom. Honestly a little shocked to be this turned on, he could feel his heart thumping quickly and his cock twitched at the slightest prod.

He tugged your waist back, grinding his length onto your soaked folds, a breathy moan leaving his lips. Samuel couldn't hear your cries and pleas, groans escaping his mouth as he was immersed with your puffy lips, rolling his hips over and over, unaware of your trembling mess.

"Ha-aah samuel no mo-more, ple-" you couldn't make out a full sentence without breaking into a sob. The feeling of him rubbing your slick back on your clit made your stomach churn with pleasure, and with how firm he was holding onto your waist, it would be pretty bruised by tomorrow.

"Speak properly princess," he grinned when he finally observed your state, a dumb look on your face without even being fucked. Eventually giving in to your begs, he positioned his cock and pushed in his fat tip.

He snapped his hips without a second thought, pushing into your tight walls. Your body lunged forward from the force, "wait! You- AHhm," you choked when he started ramming his hips, pulling your waist back to meet his thrusts. "Fuck you're tight," he growled.

"Too r-rough!" you clenched the sheets below and dug your face in the pillows to muffle your screams, his abrupt movements gave you a whip of pain, leaving you breathless with pleasure. He moaned desperately and rutted his hips. Feeling your gummy walls suck him in, he couldn't stop even if he knew he was being too much, after all, Samuel did come to relieve stress, he didn't care for your pain.

He wasn't pleased not hearing you, his hand circled your nape and pulled up your head. "Let me hear you," he muttered, stopping his movements, repositioning his angle then starting to pound again.

"AHHH- T-there!" you clenched around his dick when he hit the spot, he tensed up as you squeezed him tight. "D-don't do that, don't fucking do that doll," his voice was deep and raspy, he continued his pace which you soon got used to, your legs almost gave out on you but Samuel scooped his arm around your stomach, tugging you back to his hip.

Your lips quivered as shaky moans force out of your throat, Samuel didn't show signs of slowing down, is he some kind of monster? You felt your stomach twist, about to explode. "I'm c-cumming, Samuel~"

He gritted his teeth at your whines, the way his dick sank into your hole and pulls out with strands of your juices connected was filthy, the lewd sounds overthrew his senses and he didn't notice how close he was to climax.

At this sensitive state, you writhe in his hold, trying to get crawl away from his brutal thrusts. "Where do you think you're going princess?" he mocked, securing you in place. He was cumming way faster than he thought, he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, letting out strained groans.

"I can't hm- Samuel please!" you were up to your limit, without warning you cried out his name, clamping hard on his length, spewing all over his thighs and sheets. The sudden grip pushed Samuel over the edge, he thrust a few more times, a white ring of cum forming on the base of his dick. He let out a few curses before spilling into the condom, not pulling out yet as he rested for a few seconds, basking in your fruity scent.

He flattens his tongue on your neck, leaving more bite marks here and there. You could only let out a helpless sigh, too tired to stop him.

"Don't you think we're done yet princess."

end

===

[COOKIE]

"I'm so nervous, I think I'm gonna puke." you gulped, the massive building of ONE MCN towered over all pedestrians, you wondered how could a man about your age build such a company like this?

It excited you to meet him, but it was absolutely nerve-wracking walking in the front door. A young lady lead you up to the top floor for your interview, you regretted not wearing something warmer as the aircon blew right in your face.

Goosebumps appeared on your arms when you stood in front of the office door, just what kind of human being can be this successful, will they accept me?

Knock knock

"Come in."

You walked in confidently, knowing what it is that gives you a great first impresssio-

“SAMUEL?” You yelled, oh shit, you slapped a hand over your mouth. Wasn’t this the guy you fucked a week ago?

You heard a burst of amused laughter from the man and saw him standing up from his leather chair.

"Welcome to ONE MCN princess, or should I say, y/n?"

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sorry

I chickened out on the anal part, forgive me but I don't I'm comfortable writing it so I gave a cookie :( this is the first time I wrote a full smut and it's probably the most I can do for you. hope you like it though

I really wanted to say mommy milkers at one point but-

[fandomgirlz01]

How Could You do This to Me

Colby Brock x Reader

Prompt?: No

Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 4384

Ko-fi

Masterlist

Warnings here

You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

Post Date: July 23rd, 2022

Post Time: 11:04 pm

Summary: Sam and Colby have now been in the new trap house they had built for two years. Sam may or may not have decided to bring back the prank wars with an oldie prank from the old trap house. 

Y/n’s Pov:

I sigh as I lock up the front door of the store I work at and quickly make sure everything is done with for the night. When I’m sure I’m done closing up, I walk to the back of the store and grab my stuff out of my locker. Once I have my stuff, I walk over to the somewhat old school employee clock system. 

I quickly clock out and head out to my car. I unlock it and get in, then sit for a moment as I feel like I’m going to fall asleep. I’m pulling out of my tired trance when my phone lights up. 

I pick it up and look to see there’s a text from Colby from maybe twenty minutes ago and a new text from Sam. I quickly open my phone and giggle when I see the old picture of Colby that he had made my Home Screen:

I shake my head and open my texts, immediately going to Colby’s first. 

My Coleala Bear 🐨: I can’t wait to see you tomorrow babe. Meet me at the house after my lunch date with Brennen? I’d say we could meet up now, but I’m stuck in another meeting without Sam 🙄. 

Me: Sure! I can’t wait to see you either amore mio! You’ve had a lot of meetings lately haven’t you? 

Once I’m done texting him, I close out of his texts before opening Sam’s. 

Samantha 🤣: hey. I was wondering if you’d be able to meet up with me and Kat after you're done at work?

Me: Sure. I guess. Where at?

Samantha 🤣: how about the In-n-out down the street from where you work? I know you haven’t had dinner yet. My treat. 

Me: ok. Yeah. I’ll see you guys there.

Once I’m done texting Sam, I see I have one more new text, so I again close out of his name. When I’m back in my list of texts I see a new text from Colby and open it. 

My Coleala Bear 🐨: I love when you talk in Italian 😏. It’s just… so you. And yes, I have annoyingly had a lot of meetings lately. It’s why I’m so ready to see you tomorrow. 

Me: Well thank you, amore mio 💙. I can’t wait to see you either. 

I sent my last text to him before giggling as I put my phone in the holder on the vent. Once I know it’s secure, I press play on my music before turning the car on. As my car comes to life I hear the chime telling me my phone connected to the bluetooth aux that I have. 

My music starts to play through the car's speakers before I start to back out of the parking space. I drive down to the in-n-out down the street and pull into the parking lot only to see Sam and Kat waiting for me. 

I quickly park, then turn my car off and get out of it before walking over to them. When Kat sees me, she smiles and pulls me into a hug. Next I hug Sam before he nods to the door. 

“Come on. Let's go in,” he comments and we all start to walk towards the door. 

“Where’s Colby?” I ask as I look around for my boyfriend. 

“Oh, ahh. He’s still stuck in that meeting,” Sam explains and I shake my head as a confused look crosses my face. 

“Shouldn’t you be in that meeting with him?” I ask and Sam takes a moment to answer. 

“Uhh, yeah. About that, we invited you to dinner so I could make a proposal to you,” Sam nervously informs and I look to see Kat giggling while rolling her eyes. 

“Sam, just get the conversation out of the way!” Kat exclaims with a giggle as she shakes her head. 

“Ok. Ok… can we at least get the food first?” he asks, making me and Kat giggle. 

“So, how was work?” Kat asks me as we all stand in the line. 

“Ahh, could have been better, but there’s been worse. I’m just glad it was somewhat of an easy day,” I admit as I rub my hands on my pants. 

“Sounds like you're tired,” she observes and I sigh, rubbing my hand over my face now. 

“You have no idea. We had a really horrible customer today. He even threatened some of us so we ended up having to call the police,” I explain and she gasps, covering her mouth. 

“I hope everyone was ok, you're ok right?” Sam asks and I smile, nodding. 

“I mean, I was a little scared seeing as I was one of the main ones he threatened, but we found out from the police that he was just one of the ones that always is hopped up on drugs and his threats are usually never real,” I explained and Sam smiles before pulling me into a hug. 

“Well, we're just glad you're ok. Colby will be too after hearing all about it,” Sam says as we pull away from the hug. 

“Hi, how can I help you?” The cashier asks as we now come up to the counter. 

We all take our turns ordering and when Kat finishes off telling him her order, the young man reads our order back to us. Sam confirms that it sounds right before pulling his wallet out and paying. 

“Come on y/n, let's get our soda then find a seat as Sam finishes paying,” Kat says as she links her arm with mine. 

“Ok,” I agree with a giggle as she pulls me over to the soda machine. 

We both fill our cups up with the drink of our choices before strutting over to a table. Kat plops down into one side of the booth and I giggle as I plop down on the other side. Sam soon comes over sipping on his drink and sits down next to Kat. 

“Ok. So, what’s this proposal, huh?” I ask and Kat grins. 

“Ok… so do you remember the prank wars?” Sam starts and I nod, still kinda confused. 

“Yeah. Didn’t you guys agree you wouldn’t do any in this house?” I ask and Sam nods quickly. 

“Yes we did, but I’ve been wanting to pull this on him for the longest time. Now that you're around, it’ll work perfectly,” he explains and I give him a skeptical look. 

“And what would this prank be?” I ask and Sam scratches at his neck nervously. 

“Order 213! Order 213!” We hear someone shout and Sam looks at the receipt. 

“One minute. That’s us,” Sam explains as he holds a finger up before getting up to go get the food. 

“Want ketchup?” Kat asks me and I nod as I start to get up. 

We walk over to the little ketchup station and we each grab a small cup. We each take a ketchup spout and fill up our ketchup cups. Once they're filled up we grab them and head back over to Sam at the table. 

“Ok. Well, you see… many years ago he and Kat pulled the prank on me. I’d like to get him back,” he explains and it’s like a light bulb going off in my head. 

“You wanna do the cheating prank, don’t you?” I ask and he nods. 

“With the added bonus that Kat knows. So when he calls her in a rage, she’ll pretend like she knows and that it’s not a big deal,” Sam explains and I sigh, shaking my head. 

“I don’t know, Sam… you know this is the most stable relationship Colbs has been in. He really trusts me, I don’t know if I wanna hurt him like that,” I vocalize and he nods. 

“I know, but I promise this will be the only time I ask for your help. Come on, please. I just wanna get him back for what he did in the old trap house,” Sam basically begs me and I sigh. 

“I just really don’t know, Sam…” I hesitantly rub my arm and Kat gives me a sympathetic smile. 

“Y/n, I promise you I won’t let Sam take it too far, ok?" Kat assures me and I nervously rub my arm again as I bite at my lip. 

“Fine. I’ll help, but you can’t take it too far. Ok, Sam?” I ask and Sam nods eagerly. 

“I promise. First sign of anything bad, I’ll stop,” Sam promises, making me sigh as I pick up my burger.

We all take a few minutes to eat before I reach for my cup and take a sip. I put my soda back down before swallowing the drink. 

“So, how are we going to do this?” I ask and Sam lights up with a devious look. 

“Well, he made the mistake of telling me he’s meeting you after lunch with Brennen tomorrow and I just so happen to know you don’t have work tomorrow either…” he takes a gulp of his food before he starts to explain and I nod when he does. 

“So I was thinking come over a little earlier to set up and when he gets home, your stuff can be in his room, but you won’t be,” Sam continues to explain and I nod along to his plan. 

“Hopefully when he gets home and sees your stuff, he’ll come looking for you and when he finds you, you’ll be in my room in my bed. Do you by chance have any skin-colored underwear?” he asks and I take a moment to think about it. 

“I have a strapless bra that’s skin colored, and yes, I have underwear that's skin colored,” I tell him and he slowly grins. 

“Ok. Wear those, then we’ll also be under the covers,” he explains and I nod as I chew on a fry. 

“Hopefully if it goes as planned, he’ll call Kat in anger and she’ll just shrug it off, saying she’s known about it,” Sam tells me and I nod. 

We continue to eat as we chat about other things and before I know it, we’re all walking out of the restaurant. We stop just outside the door and both Sam and Kat turn to me. 

“Well, see you tomorrow?” Kat asks and I smile while nodding. 

“What time should I be at the house, Sam?” I ask and he thinks for a minute. 

“You were supposed to come at twelve, right?” he asks and I nod. 

“Well, just come at eleven then. That should give us time to get ready,” he explains and I nod as I pull my keys out of my bag. 

“Ok. I’ll see you guys at eleven tomorrow then,” I agree out loud and Kat smiles at me. 

“We’ll see you then,” Kat agrees before pulling me into a hug. 

“Thank you for doing this, y/n. It’s going to be an awesome prank,” Sam says as I pull out of the hug with Kat and go to hug Sam. 

“You're welcome, Sam. Just keep your promise that it won’t go too far, please,” I say as I pull away from his hug and he nods as he puts his hands in his pockets. 

“I promise you. I won’t let it go too far, y/n,” Sam reassures and I smile at him. 

“Good. I’ll see you at eleven tomorrow,” I say with my smile wide and Sam smiles back. 

“See you at eleven,” he agrees and gives me a nod. 

With one last smile his way, I start to walk over to my car and Sam and Kat walk over to his car before getting in. Kat gets in, but Sam keeps his door jarred open as he watches until I’m in mine. Once he’s satisfied that I’m in my car, he finally gets in with Kat. 

I give them a smile and a light wave as he starts up the car before pulling out of his parking space. I then start up my car and set my phone up on the air duct like I normally do. I turn on my music after it connects, then buckle up before pulling out of my parking space. 

I drive home and pull into the parking garage of my apartment complex. After I park, I head up to my apartment. I soon make it to my floor of the complex and walk down the hallway that leads to my door. Stopping in front of my door, I pull my key out before unlocking it and sluggishly making my way in. When inside, I lean against the door and close my eyes for a moment before heading up to my room. 

I walk through my room and lay my phone on my bedside table before going to my closet and putting my bag down. I take a moment to think if I want to shower right now or not and ultimately decide just to shower at Colby’s in the morning. I tiredly change into my pajamas, which consist of one of Colby’s work out shirts I had stolen and a pair of shorts. 

I then walk out of my closet and shuffle my way to my bed. As I pull the covers back, I decide to just brush my teeth in the morning. It’s just one of those nights, you know? I get into my bed and pull the covers up over myself before picking my phone up. 

I quickly set an alarm for ten, yawning as I put my phone on the charge doc. Without a second thought, my eyes slowly start to close and I’m whisked off into dreamland. 

~The Next Morning~ 

I wake up with a start as my alarm goes off, making me reach out to my phone to turn it off. After taking a moment to fully wake up and rub my eyes, I get out of bed and go to the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth. After getting dressed, I gather everything I’ll need to set up for the prank and throw them in a bag. A few minutes later, I’m heading out the door and on my way to the trap house. 

When I get there, I park my car, grab my bag and then head to the front door. I just walk in like I normally do, taking my shoes off by the door and walking up to Sam and Colby’s rooms. I stop into Colby’s room before walking back to Sam’s and knocking on his door. It takes him a minute, but soon his door opens and he smiles. 

“Hi!” He greets me with a large smile before pulling me into a hug. 

“Hey,” I greet him back before he’s pulling out of the hug. 

“So… did you bring the stuff?” Sam asks and I nod. 

“Wanna go change into it while I set up the camera?” he asks as he points over his shoulder and into his room. 

“Yeah. Give me like ten minutes,” I agree with a nod and he too smiles with a nod. 

I walk back into Colby’s room (or as Colby calls it, our room) and over to my bag. I pull out the skin-toned strapless bra along with a pair of skin-tone, boxer-like pants and walk into the bathroom. I quickly change into the outfit before looking at myself in the mirror to see that I practically look naked, which is exactly Sam’s goal. 

I walk back out to see Sam at the door of Colby’s room and he perks up when he sees me. I walk over to my bag and start to put stuff away, but Sam stops me. 

“Wait. Can I see your clothes?” he asks and I arch an eyebrow at him before shrugging and handing them to him. 

“Thanks,” he says as he grabs them from me. 

“What are you doing?” I ask as he walks out and to the bottom of the stairs. 

“Leaving just a few little things that will make him confused,” Sam explains as he lays my hoodie just in the middle of the stairs. 

He then trails back up before laying my shirt right before Colby’s door. He then goes back into Colby’s room and lays my pants just between the door and the bathroom. 

“I’m hoping that if we lay them all out like this he’ll start to think something is wrong, but then when he sees your pants maybe he’ll think you're just showering,” Sam explains as I follow him back out of Colby’s room and to his. 

“That makes a little sense…” I nod in agreement as he starts to pull his covers back. 

“Ok. I’ve got a camera just over on the table there,” Sam explains as he shows me the camera on the table right behind his desk wall. 

“And I have another one over on my shelf over there.” He points to the shelf where he has all his bearbricks. 

“Ok. So I think maybe just be in the bed talking and hopefully when he goes looking for you he’ll just come in to see us,” Sam explains his plan and I nod as I get into the bed. 

“Sam, you better promise nothing will go wrong,” I nervously say and he shakes his head. 

“I promise we won’t keep it going for long. Just long enough for him to be gotten back for the one he did on me,” Sam explains and I nod. 

“He should be home soon. He texted me just before you got here that he’s on his way home and to let you know he’ll be here soon,” Sam explains and I frown. 

“I’m going to hate this so much…” I nervously play with a string on his blanket. 

“I know, I promise I’ll tell Colby this was all my idea. Thanks again for helping me with it,” Sam explains and I nod. 

We just wait and talk for a little longer until we go quiet when we hear the front door open. We wait a few minutes as we listen to him walk around for a few minutes before just continuing with our conversation. 

Colby’s Pov:

I sit in my car after lunch with Brennen and sigh. I rub at my face tiredly before starting my car up. Once I start driving, I get a little excited at the thought that I can take a nap with my beautiful girlfriend. 

Before I know it, I’m pulling in through the gate at my house and smile when I see her car. I quickly park before getting out and heading into the house. After closing the front door behind me, I see her shoes and her hoodie near the bottom of the stairs. 

I shake my head as I pick it up and head up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, I find her shirt by my door. At first I’m confused, but I still pick it up and walk into my room. When I get into the room, I find her pants on the floor as well and shake my head. 

Again I pick them up before walking towards the bathroom to find the door cracked. I walk in, expecting to find her in the tub, but she’s not there. Now getting a little concerned, I walk back out, taking her clothes to the hamper in the closet before fully walking into the room again. I look over at the bed to see if I just missed her, but again she’s not there. 

With another sigh, I decide to try the kitchen. I walk back out of our room, but I stop right outside my door when I hear voices from Sam’s room. Confused, I walk over and knock on the door. The voices stop, but Sam never comes to the door. 

“You guys better be decent. I'm coming in,” I yell as I open the door. 

I walk in, but as soon as the door fully opens, I stop in my tracks. 

Y/n’s Pov: 

“You guys better be decent. I’m coming in,” We hear Colby say before the door opens. 

The door fully opens and Colby stops dead in his tracks as he looks between me and Sam. He scoffs and shakes his head before taking a gulp. 

“Really, man? Really, y/n?! Come on!” Colby shouts as he angrily rubs at his face. 

“The two people I trust most…” he scoffs out before shaking his head again as tears come to his eyes. 

“Colby, we can explain,” I say and he scoffs, shaking his head again as he closes his eyes. 

“Ok. Explain then. How long? Does Kat even know?!” he asks as he gets angrier by the moment. 

“Umm, about a month,” Sam explains as he looks at me and I just nod. 

“No. I can’t… I’m calling Kat…” Colby says, shaking his head before fishing his phone out of his pocket. 

His phone starts to ring and soon Kat pops up. She goes to say something till she sees his face. 

“Colby? What’s wrong?” she asks and he takes a gulp. 

“Did you know your boyfriend and my girlfriend were sleeping together?” he asks her with an angry look and she sighs. 

“Yeah. I knew it’s been a month. Me and Sam agreed to an open relationship,” Kat explains with a shrug and Colby’s face scrunches up. 

“So he sleeps with my girlfriend! And you don’t think to tell me?!” he shouts before just hanging up on her. 

“I really can’t believe you guys,” Colby shakes his head again before turning around and walking out the door. 

“Sam, that’s enough,” I explain as I pull the covers back and start to chase after Colby. 

Colby’s Pov: 

I start to leave Sam’s room with tears clouding my eyes, but y/n comes out and pulls my arm. I just push it away before going down stairs and pulling my keys out of my pocket. She yanks my keys out of my hand before throwing them aside. 

“Baby. It was a prank. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have even done it,” she explains, shaking her head and I scoff. 

“Yeah, right. I don’t believe you,” I push out and she sighs. 

“Baby, look at me. I’m dressed,” she explains, but I refuse to look at her. 

“Come on, just look. Please, Colbs,” she begs with her voice strained and that’s when I look up at her. 

She’s dressed in a strapless nude bra and skin color like boxer shorts. I sigh and shake my head. 

“I’m so, so sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have let Sam convince me to do this prank,” she explains as she comes closer, pulling me into a hug and my hands go to her waist. 

“I’m sorry, man. I just really wanted to get you back…” Sam apologizes and explains from behind us. 

“Please don’t be mad at y/n. I pulled her into this,” Sam explains, holding the camera and I sigh. 

“I’m not mad. I’m just really upset. I thought I’d lost her and I’m not sure I’d be ok without her. She’s becoming my support now. After having so many issues in the love department, I felt-, no, feel, like she gets me. The fans love her. I guess I was just more scared than anything,” I explain and Sam nods. 

“I get that, man. I’m so glad you found her,” he agrees before clapping me on the shoulder and y/n smiles. 

“So you're not mad?” she hesitantly asks me and I smile. 

“I’m maybe a little mad at Sam, but never at you. You're my nugget. I can’t believe I actually believed it at first,” I reply as I squeeze her hip and she giggles. 

“I must admit Sam made it very convincing…” she agrees as she pulls away from me and Sam shrugs. 

“Sorry. I really, and I mean really, wanted to get him back,” Sam explains as he holds the camera on all of us and y/n nods. 

“I get that, but Samuel, I am never doing a prank like this again,” y/n sternly points a finger and Sam chuckles. 

“Point taken,” Sam laughs as he holds his hands up in surrender. 

“Wait! Kat!” I suddenly remember making Sam and y/n look at each other for a moment before they burst out laughing. 

“What?” I ask and y/n lays her hand on my chest. 

“Colbs, babe… she was in on it…” she explains and my eyes widen. 

“Oh! That explains it then…” I laugh as they laugh harder and I pull y/n to me again. 

“Oh right. I’ve got a lot of editing to do tonight, so I’ll see you two later,” Sam tells us as he turns the camera off. 

“See ya later, Sam,” y/n agrees and he nods at her. 

“Yeah, I’ll see ya later, brother,” I agree too and he nods at me before running up the stairs with a wave over his shoulder. 

“So. You wanna go upstairs and watch a movie?” Y/n asks and I nod as she grabs my hand pulling me up to our room. 

We make it upstairs and lay down in the bed. She reaches over to where I left the remote on her side table and turns the tv on as I pull her into my side. 

“Hmmm. I could just sleep right now,” I mumble as I snuggle a little closer and she laughs. 

“Then do it, baby,” she tells me as she rubs my head and I sigh. 

“But I wanna hang with you,” I mumble tiredly again and she laughs again. 

“Baby. Sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up. I understand you need the sleep,” she explains as she continues to massage my head. 

“Hmm. I love you,” I again mumble as I press a kiss to her neck. 

“And I love you,” she softly says as she kisses my forehead. 

“If I wasn’t absolutely tired, I’d cringe, but I’m far too tired,” I say and she bursts out laughing before calming down. 

We continue to cuddle as she watches whatever she wants on the tv and before I know it I’m falling into a very deep sleep. 

The End…

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[mattsunbae]

FIRST KISSES WITH HAIKYUU BOYS

ft — hajime iwaizumi, issei matsukawa, rintarō suna

warnings — uhh kissing, obviously 😟 , sharing drinks ‼️

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IWAIZUMI’s

heart raced as he swung the cinema door open, exposing the bright lights of the outside world to both of you. “i’m surprised i liked it, i’m not usually into those types of movies.” you chuckled as you took iwa’s hand in yours, letting him lead you to his car. “see? i told you, godzilla movies are really good.” hajime replied sheepishly, scratching the back of the neck. “yeah you were right, just this one time.” you laughed. “iwa, why is your hand so sweaty?” you asked while letting go of his hand to quickly rub it on your pants. “it’s ‘cause i’m kinda nervous.” “okay���. why? it’s just me.” you stopped in front of his car. “it’s ‘cause i wanna kiss yo- no wait.” iwa facepalmed, earning a chuckle from you, lightening the mood. “i mean, can i kiss you?” “i thought you’d never ask.” you laughed before pulling him onto your lips. the smell of his cologne was intoxicating, the way his arms smoothly wrapped around your waist — it was just as you imagined it. hajime pulled away, cupping your chin, “you’re perfect. like the god to my zilla.” he chuckled. “haji, please never say that again.”

MATTSUN

quickly got out of the car to throw out the trash from the burgers you both consumed. in a flash, he sat back down in the driver’s seat, a lazy smile planted across his face. “hey, can i have some of your soda?” you asked. “go for it.” he replied before handing you the cup from which you took a swig out of. “technically, that was our first kiss.” you laughed as you set the drink down in the cup holder. “nah nah, we should redo it.” “you want me to take another sip?” you laughed, knowing exactly what he meant. “oh c’mon, i meant the real way.” issei inched closer to you, his smirk growing slyer by the second. “alright, then c’mere.” you replied, just as he grinned onto your lips before gently pulling you onto closer. the kiss was slow, as if you were still processing the events unfolding before you. issei pulled away with a lackadaisical look on his face. “meh. i still liked the soda more.” you snickered, noticing the annoyed look on issei’s face. “wanna try it again?”

SUNA

had been intently staring at you for a good amount of time, examining your every feature. “rin, are we having a one-sided staring contest?” you asked, taking a seat on the couch with a plate of snacks for the two of you to share. “no, just looking at your lips. they’re pretty.” he sat back in his seat. you felt yourself grow embarrassed as you turned away from him, hiding your face. “hey, don’t look away. i wanna keep staring.” he slightly frowned while attempting to pry your head out of the pillow in your hands. “you’re being creepy, rin.” you chuckled as you fought over the pillow in your hands. “i can’t help it. you’re so pretty.” suna gently gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. your eyes widened as he was in deed staring at your lips as he held a firm grip on your chin. “if you wanna kiss me, just say that.” “say less.” rintarō grinned before taking your lips on his. the taste was electrifying as both hearts raced, still in shock over what was happening. you pulled away with wide eyes, still processing the kiss as suna just looked at with his usual lazy smile. “pretty.” he mumbled before pulling you back onto his lips.

ATSUMU

paced back and forth as he waited for you to show up for dinner. hearing the doorbell ring sent a wave of anxiety through the setter as he made his way towards the front door to greet you. he opened the door to see you smiling at him, in the prettiest outfit he had ever seen — you looked perfect. “hey, tsum.” you smiled as you went in for a hug. atsumu just stood there, awestruck as you wrapped your arms around his neck to hug him. “ya look so pretty.” he managed to choke out as he looked down at you with stars in his eyes. “y/n?” he said, leading you into the house. “yeah?” “can i kiss ya?” atsumu asked, causing you to stop your movements. “sure.” you simply replied before pulling atsumu down by the neck. he immediately smashed his lips onto yours as he eagerly wrapped his arms around your waist. saying he was excited was a large understatement. although he didn’t want to, atsumu pulled away, staring down at your swollen lips. “isn’t the kiss supposed to be at the end of the date?” you chuckled, making your way to the table. “ah, who cares about that stuff anyway?”

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[simplee-dreaming]

The Cape

A/N: This was requested by an anon, hope it's okay!

Word count: 982

Summary: The reader steals Doctor Strange's cape.

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“Have any of you seen my cape?” Strange asked as he walked into the room.

Steve, Tony, Bucky, Wanda, Nat and Peter all shook their heads.

“I swear I left it in its holder,” he said.

“We’ll let you know if it turns up anywhere,” Cap replied. Strange nodded and left the room.

Meanwhile, you were prancing about in your room with the cape wrapped around your shoulders. You let the cape glide behind you as you ran from one side of the room to the other, and back again.

“I need more running space,” you thought to yourself. You took the cape off and bundled it into the smallest ball you could make before leaving your room.

You took extra caution when turning corners to make sure no one spotted you. You made your way into the biggest hall in the compound and unravelled the cape, ready to glide again. You placed it gently on your shoulders and set off, running up and down the hall feeling like Superman.

Strange was still wandering the halls, searching for his cape, when he bumped into Tony.

“Found it yet?” Tony asked.

“No. I can’t possibly think where it could’ve gone.” Strange replied. Tony thought for a moment, then he lifted his hand to his face.

“JARVIS, locate the wizard’s cape,” he requested.

“Locating cape…...cape located,” JARVIS replied. “Sir, it appears to be in the sports hall in the east wing.”

“Sports hall? What could it possibly be doing there? I hardly look at the room let alone go in there.” Strange said, confused.

“Well, it’s there buddy. May as well check it out.” Tony said.

“Sir, I have identified who is with Dr Strange’s cape.” JARVIS chimed in.

“Someone’s with it?” Strange asked.

“Yes. It appears Y/N is in the same room.” JARVIS replied.

Strange looked at Tony and sighed.

“This one’s on you,” Tony said. He awkwardly tapped Strange on the shoulder and walked in the opposite direction. Strange sighed again and made his way to the hall.

You had taken to running and sliding on the floor with your socks, with the cape flowing elegantly behind you. Strange opened the door as you skidded on the other end of the room, your back to him. You spun yourself around, ready to run again, when he cleared his throat. You jumped and locked eyes with him.

“Oh shit,” you muttered.

“Oh shit indeed,” he replied. “And what, may I ask, is my cape doing on your shoulders?”

“Uhh…” you started. You decided not to finish that sentence and made a run for it towards the other exit. But Strange was too quick for you. He opened up a portal in front of you which sent you right next to where he was standing.

“Oh. Hey. Fancy seeing you here,” you joked. He glared at you.

“Ugh alright, I just got bored and I wanted to see how cool I could be with this cape on,” you explained.

Silence.

“Okay then...well, here, have it back,” you said, taking the cape off your shoulders and handing it to Strange. He looked at it, then at you, then took it from your hand. He turned and hung it on the bar next to him.

“You not going to put that back in storage?” You asked.

“Not yet,” He said, sternly. “I need to do one thing first.”

“What’s that?” You asked. He raised an eyebrow.

“Get you back.”

He lunged at you quickly and you fell to the floor, he followed you down and instantly started squeezing your sides. You shrieked.

“WAIT NO PLEASE!” You cried, clutching his arms.

“Did you take it to mess with me?” He asked, coolly.

“NO!” You screamed.

“Are you sure?” He asked, his fingers now spidering across your tummy.

“I SWEAR!” You cried, your laughter getting louder.

“Hm,” He started squeezing in between each of your ribs and you shrieked loudly.

“PLEASE STOHOHOP!”

“Why did you really take my cape, Y/N?” He asked again.

“I JUHUST WANTED TO WEHEHEAR IHIHIT!”

You screamed when Strange took his hands away from your ribs and wiggled his fingers into your shoulder blades.

“So this is the spot you wore the cape, yes?” He asked, switching between tickling your neck and your shoulder blades.

“YEHEHES!” You screamed out, almost deafening him.

“Hm, were you trying to hide your tickle spots?” He asked.

“NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Well it seems that way, you seem to be more sensitive in this area,” he pointed out, speeding up his fingers. You fell into a silent laughter, twisting and turning on the floor.

“I still haven’t had an apology,” he said. He tickled you more quickly and you couldn’t take much more. You drew in as deep a breath as you could.

“I-I-I-I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!” You screamed out. He chuckled and eased his attack. You lay there, panting.

“Are you okay?” He asked. You nodded.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated.

“You know, Y/N, if you wanted to wear my cape you only had to ask,” he chortled. You glared at him.

“What?” You asked.

“Of course I’ll let you wear it, I’d just like to know beforehand,” he said. You frowned at him and whacked his arm, he laughed.

“Here,” he said, taking the cape off the bar and handing it to you. You scoffed but took it from him. You stood up and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“To infinity...AND BEYOND!” You yelled, throwing one hand out in front of you and running to the other end of the hall. Strange laughed and decided to run with you.

“Alright, this is kinda fun,” he admitted as you both halted.

“Last one to the kitchen cooks dinner,” you said. You sped off before you even finished your sentence.

“Oi! Cheater!” He called, chasing after you.

Food always tastes so much better when it’s cooked by someone else.

[obeywho-meduh]

9 where’s my food? With Beel and male! MC (he/him pronouns ) and NSFW if you don’t mind

BL karate CHOPPPPP~

I don’t mind at all! I hope you enjoy ❤️💋

⚠️NSFW WARNING: Oral, Handjob, Ejaculation, Beelzebub x Male!Reader

“I, I got it!” You were panting as your grip tightened, your sweat beading along your head and arms.

“You sure Y/N?” Beel looked down as he watched your strained face.

“Y-Yeah,” Breathing in heavily as you push your arms up and down.

“8.. 9.. 10..” Beel caught the weights from you letting them sit back down in their holder. “Nice set Y/N.”

You exhaled sharply as you let your arms come down and hang off the bench. “Did you want to do another before we hit the shower?” You looked at him as he grabbed a bar from his pants pocket, unwrapped it and stuffed it all in his mouth.

“Mm..mmhmm.” He nodded as you sat up and stretched out. “Mmmhmgmm.”

“Dude, you’re mouth is full I don’t know what you’re saying.” You chuckle and stand as you turn and pat his shoulder. “I’ll add the extra 50lbs (22kg).”

Beel nodded again as he sat on the bench and finished chewing his snack. He then leaned back and stretched his arms up before taking a grip of the handle. “Got my spot?”

“Duh.” You finish putting the extra weight on, then get behind him with your hands out and under beside him. “Whenever you’re ready, big orange.”

Beel breathed out then started lifting. You watched him and kept levitating your hands over his. “So.. what were you.. saying?” Beel would hold the weights up longer than you would and he’d like to occasionally talk to get his mind off of how long he’d kept them up.

“Oh so I was hanging out with Satan and Asmo, and Asmo was saying that one of his followers told him about the nutritional benefits of.. uhh.. “ You chuckled, “Of jizz. And Satan’s face when he explained it to him was of both disgust and confusion.”

“Wait, that has.. nutritional.. benefits?” Beel set the weight back down as he closed his eyes and panted a bit.

“Oh yeah, uh..” You started to think what Asmo said, “I honestly only remember that he said it's good protein and the obviously average flavor of it.”

“Hmm..” Beel opened his eyes and looked at you. “Protein huh?” He got up and grabbed his water bottle. “Ready to shower?”

“Yeah, lemme get my protein bar before.” You go over to your bookbag and start to rummage through it, “Hey Beel..” As you turned around he was already pacing to the shower, “BEEL! Where’s my food!?” You chased after him following him to the locker room.

Beel was already halfway undressed as you came around the corner.

“Was that my protein bar you had in your pants before?”

“I.. uh.. I saw it when we got here..” Beel sat his shirt down, as you bumped into him.

“You jerk, you could’ve shared half! You know I like my protein snack after we work out.” Backing away from him you sigh and then take off your shirt. “You owe me after we head back.”

Beel scratched the back of his head, “My bad, I was really hungry.” He took off his pants and then wrapped himself with a towel. “We can stop for food on the way back.”

“To be fair we already were but this time you’re buying me some food.”

“I am sorry man.”

After you take your pants off and get in your towel, you wrap your arm around Beel and then pat his shoulder, “It’s okay Beel I’m not mad. I’m sure you needed it more than me. I’ll just get a protein shake or something later. Let’s shower so we can head out.”

As you started to walk away he grabbed your arm, “There’s another way you can get protein now.”

���Oh no I hate that vending machine.”

“No not that.”

“Oh do you have another one? Are you holding back on me?”

Beel stared at you. “Did you forget already?”

“Ha?”

“What you were just talking about with Asmo.”

You tilted your head looking at him, then your face went red as you realized what he meant. “Y-You mean from your jizz??”

“Yeah, I mean..” He let go of your arm then scratched his cheek, “We usually both swallow anyway.. and we are heading to the shower so it won’t be messy. Like a warm milk shake.”

“Beel don’t ever say that again, you sounded like Belphie.” You took his hand and pulled him, “But I won’t say no to that.” After all it wasn’t often Beel would recommend anything like that and it had been awhile since you both were intimate.

Both of you dropping your towels get in one of the individual showers. You turn on the shower as Beel wraps his arms around you and starts to slowly stroke you.

You could feel his own growing erection as he pushed himself more against you. The water hitting you both made it easier for him to pump you. “How am I supposed to get any from you if you’re behind me?” You pushed back on him, as his hand reached up to grip your chest as he kept rubbing himself on your ass.

“Can we do this later then?” Beel placed soft kisses on your neck down to your shoulder as his stroking got faster.

“Heh..” You bit your lip as you started to pant, his large hands could really engulf your member. His digits ran their way across your head, teasing it before he started to flick his wrist against your shaft, the feel bringing you to the edge.

“You know I can suck you too, it’d help you faster.” Beel bit your shoulder, while you continued to grind your ass against his cock.

Your hand came down and gripped onto his hand that was on your member. Helping him as you feel yourself on the verge, “No.. almost there Beel.. k-keep going..” Your breathing started to hasten and turned into light moaning as his other hand came down to cup your balls. Almost caressing them but applying some pressure as his thumb moved in a circular motion and his fingers all moved against you like he was playing a piano.

As you’re about to release Beel turns you around and pushes you up against the wall.

As he got down his mouth took you all in, his tongue felt like it wrapped around you as he moved his head. Your hands came down and you held his head as you climaxed, and the feeling of his throat squeezing your tip as he swallowed, made you pull his hair a bit.

He continued to suck you until he knew you were finished then pulled back standing up and his hands held your face as he kissed you.

Your hands came down, fingers interlocked around his cock as you started to jerk him. Beel sucked on your tongue as he pulled away from you. His hands release your face as you got down, your tongue sticking out to lick from his balls, up his shaft until your mouth envelops his head.

His hand grips your hair as his other leans against the wall, your hands grasp his thighs as you let him thrust himself in your mouth. The water from the shower streaming down his chest and sprinkling on you. One of your hands reached down and reached between his cheeks and you slowly pushed your pointer finger into his hole.

Beel groaned as his hips continued to shove his member in to probe your mouth, his hand then started to pull on your head making you go faster. “Y/N, I’m about—“

Your tongue rolls on his cock as your finger curls to stimulate him as you feel him twitch in your mouth as the force of his cum makes your cheeks gorge. He pulls himself away enough for you to take deep gulps of his seed while your tongue flicks his tip as he continued to ejaculate. Fully pulling out of your mouth as he kneels down to kiss your forehead then helps you back up.

You lick your lips and pant while Beel holds you both underneath the water while he kisses your neck as one of his hands reaches down and gropes your ass. “It’s later.”

[obscure-imagines]

(slasher warning, read at your own risk)

-you’re hired as a nanny (this is a given)

-He likes you on sight and his parents leave the next day

-it starts with small thing, pieces of your clothing going missing 

-but then also there starts to be jewelry showing up?

-a pretty pearl necklace on your pillow, a ring on the counter when you get out of the shower...

-they’re family heirlooms of course and you tell the doll not to keep bringing you the ‘gifts’ because his mom would get upset

-you’re not as scared of the idea of the doll being alive as he assumed you would be

-but you were always good to him/the doll so he had no reason to throw tantrums

-one day you’re sick and can’t go ‘wake up’ the doll

-you’re shocked when there’s a knock on your door and a note is slipped under that reads ‘i made you your favourite’ after getting some courage you open the door and find a sandwich 

-you’re so shook and go and get the doll and read to him while cuddled in bed

-he sits in the walls and listens to your read and feels bad that you’re sick

-he knows that sometimes when he’s sick, a shower is nice (even though he generally hates showers, they make him feel a little bit better)

-and he’s a perv so he’s super down for recommending you shower

-so when you go to put the sandwich plate in the kitchen, he calls you on the telephone and suggests it then hangs up

-you’re once more, quite shook. so you leave the doll and trudge to the shower

-it does make you feel better

-Brahms is so tempted to get you to go to the attic so he can lock you inside and generally be a nuisance, but you’re sick so he doesn’t

-he wants a cuddle so bad

-he wonders if you want a cuddle

-wonders if it would make you feel better

-so he calls you again (after you’ve tucked the doll in bed for sleep) and asks “want a cuddle?”

-it’s kind of odd and you’re like “i don’t want to get you sick Brahms.” but then realize it’s a bloody doll so you dont even wait for a response, you just get up and go to Brahms’s room and get the doll

-when you get back to your room, Brahms is there. the real Brahms

-standing with his mask and his cardigan and wife beater shirt

-you’re freaked

-i mean, chances are you run, and if you do, Big boy chases you and wraps his arms around you from behind

-carries you back to your room (you might be kicking and screaming, it doesn’t matter, this is BRAHMS we’re talking about)

- “you’re sick.” he reminds you, as if this will make you conserve your energy and stop fighting him, “i’m a good boy.” he says for good measure

-he sets you down on the bed and backs off, holding up his hands, hunching over, trying to be small even though he’s huge

-he blocks the door

-you realize pretty quick that he’s Brahms

-and you remember he asked for a cuddle

-”do... do you want a cuddle Brahms?” you’d ask, realizing that this will be the right way to talk with him

-he nods, looking down as if he’s bashful, although the would-be-blush doesn't reach the porcelain cheeks of the mask he’s wearing 

-you are HIGHLY aware that this is a 28 year old dude with a doll mask who seems to have been living in the bloody walls

-but if you’re reading this, i’m guessing you’re open minded and have seen a few horror movies and would know how to act for self preservation

-you’re going to cuddle the shit out of this boy so he doesn’t kill you

-is he a murderer? you have no idea as you make room for him on the bed, but he’s definitely scary

-he big

-making room for him and having to pat the bed, he’s being oddly shy about it all

- “come on Brahms.” you’d have to coax

-he comes and lays down and tries to touch or kiss you but you’d have to tut him and tell him to turn around

-making the six foot, hairy wall boy you’re small spoon is the ultimate power move

-and he kind of loves it?

-he falls asleep pretty quick but if you so much as TRY to take your arm away from being around him, his grip on your wrist tightens. 

-yeah you’d be stuck there the whole night

-he’s awake before you the next morning and just states “breakfast”

-and you realize he legitimately expects you to follow the schedule and be his nanny

-“i’ll go make us breakfast but you have to let go of my wrist Brahms.” you tell him

-he lets go of you and sits up and watches you leave the room

-after a moment you can hear him following you

-boy has loud footsteps cuz he bIG

-he lurks while you make breakfast

-and when i say lurk, i mean, you could turn around from grabbing plates and almost run smack into him because he’s just there

-he loves looking down at you because he’s so tall

-follows you around

-you have to do the entire schedule and he follows you the whole day

-he gets bored easily now that he’s out of the walls

-two minutes into listening to music and he wants to dance with you

-he just sort of grabs you and pulls you to his chest

-at this point, you’ve cuddled for a whole night with this guy who just showed up, and made him breakfast and now you’re slow dancing with him

-he’s hairy and gorgeous? and you’re shook?

-he’s looking down at you the whole time and he can feel it in your stance when you relax

-”kiss.” he states, you know, as one does

-“a kiss is for bedtime Brahms.” you’d have to remind him

-he pouts, this is the first time you see him tantruming in person

-straight up throws a chair across the room, arms crossed over his chest, angry baby

-you’d have to console him

-”Kiss.” he states again

-this would be the moment where you’d have to accept his shit

-with a sigh, you’d soften a little, “only good boys get kisses.”

-”i’m a good boy.” he’d insist

-”good boys don’t throw chairs.” 

-he’d look at the knocked over chair with shame and walk towards it with slumped shoulders, pick it up and drag it loudly back to where it’s supposed to be 

-then he’d look at you

-he’s sort of patient as he waits for you to come give him a kiss

-it’s odd to kiss the mask and as soon as you try to pull away he goes to grab you and follow your lips, he’d let you go after a little

-the day continues and at dinner he wants to sit next to you, so when you come into the room for food, he’s gotten rid of all the chairs expect his own and one directly next to it

-he just stares at you, like the fucker that he is

-eating dinner in silence

-kind of awkward at first

-trying to tuck him into the Brahms bedroom bed will fail

-you can try all you want but he’s going to get up and follow you to your room

-you’d have to accept it

-he’d stand in your doorway until you invite him to the bed

-he would stand there all night, don’t test him, he’ll fucking do it

-at the start it would be wise to get him to always be the small spoon until you’re dtf, because if he’s behind you... yeah.... he’s going to hump the shit out of you, like, is this a surprise?

-you’d start to get used to it

-he tries to be good, tries to help you accept him

-he always wants to be touching you

-it gets to a point where he’ll follow you through the house, holding onto your hand

-big hand holder baby

-gets upset when you have to put his hand down to cook

-you’d have to come up with the compromise of him standing behind you while you cook, it’s kind of pleasant having him standing right behind you while you cook? or at least, you get used to it

-but don’t move too much while he’s standing behind you, because the moment you rub up against him, he’s a gonner

-the first night you want to cuddle against his chest he almost dies from it being so soft

-he’s so stiff under you because boy doesn’t know how to properly cuddle

-if you played with his chest hair he’d nut

-well, not literally, but uhh... yeah, blue-balls-ing this boy is not a good idea

-the biggest whiney baby

-(ok now onto once you’re together)

-so boy likes his schedule

-but now that you’re together, he also has to add some extracurriculars 

-sex. we’re talking sex

-he’s horny as fuck

-he likes you having control leading up to stuff, and he likes to please but at the end of the day... Brahms is all about Brahms

-but he’s not into you getting yourself off if he hasn’t made you cum, so boy learns he likes eating more than PB and J’s ;)

-but nah he’s not huge into that, he likes being inside of you

-cockwarming while cuddling

-he likes to bath or shower with you, likes watching you wash him and his dusty wall boi bod

-he’s huge on saying he loves you

-he never wants you to leave

-he’s super weird with anyone who brings groceries

-like, if anyone is in the house he hides but you know if the person in the house so much as touches you... Brahms likes to break through walls and show them who’s boss

-honestly, what’s with him breaking through walls, and why is it so sexy?

-trying to find a painting big enough to cover a Brahms sized hole in the wall is super tough post tantrum

-he likes it when you play with his hair

-he doesn’t talk much

-he loves slow dancing with you

-he likes the way your name sounds on his lips when he does speak

-he loves it when you give him nicknames like Brahmsy 

-loves being the goodest boy

-reaches for things for you from the top shelf

-yeah, thats about as much as he’s going to do to assist you in the kitchen

-i mean, you could try to find a way to convince him to help out more

-he’ll work a little for sex, maybe wash a dish or two but mostly he pouts if you’re holding out on him

-”don’t you love me?” (boy likes to be purposefully ignorant and pretend that sex=love and therefore no sex = no love)

-it’s a big house so there’s usually something to do

-he likes it when you read out loud to him, but he won’t just sit and read himself because he’s a BRAT

-mask stays on during sex unless he’s feeling really warm and fuzzy about you

-there’s something kinda hot about him panting in that mask tho

-but yeah, if the mask comes off he likes to mark you up because he’s a possessive little shit

-he likes to be called good boy during sex

-super praise kink with this guy

-he loves hearing you make sounds

-he’s super whiney too tho

-what an absolute baby

-you’d never have to worry about him leaving or cheating or anything because he is all consumed by you

-you’d just never have to worry about him not showing enough love

-maybe you should worry about it being too much love though tbh

-nah, no such thing, we should all just cuddle this baby

[weebtarurights]

Sakyo Furuichi SR ( Promise of Blooming) - Part 1

Part 1 || Part 2

Story Title: "Let's Play! Real-Life Gacha: Sakyo's Turn"

Sakyo: ....... Ah, Yukishiro. Azuma: Are you working? Did I get in the way? Sakyo: It's fine. I just finished reading the questionnaires. Azuma: Good timing! I was thinking of brewing this. Sakyo-kun, don't you want a drink? Sakyo: Japanese tea huh? It's rare for you to serve Japanese tea instead of sake. Azuma: Sake is not the only beverage I drink, you know. I got my hands on this delicious Japanese tea leaf. I'll brew it right away, please wait here. Sakyo: ..... You're deft as ever. Azuma: Fufu, you think so?

------

Azuma: Thanks for the wait. Please enjoy your tea. Sakyo: Ah, thank you. Indeed, it has a nice smell. .....It's good. Azuma: It somehow makes your heart feel warm, doesn't it? Having this kind of thing is nice once in a while. Sakyo: Hmp. You're right. Azuma: ........It's delicious. Speaking of which, Sakyo-kun, have you decided what to exchange for our real-life gacha event? Sakyo: Ah, that. Azuma: You're the one who started it...There are many people who are losing their keys lately so you suggested putting something on their keys. Who would've thought we'd end up doing a key holder exchange event? Sakyo: Geez... Well, it's better than having people lose their items all the time. Azuma: Fufu, Sakyo-kun has mellowed out a lot. Sakyo: Shut up. That's right. I haven't decided what to.....

Izumi: Pant, Pant... Azuma: Oya, are you okay? You're running out of breath. What happened? Izumi: I'm sorry. I forgot the keys of the theater company I am helping with.... Sakyo: Don't forget something as important as that. Izumi: Ugh.....You're completely right... Today is the last day I am helping them and I have to return the keys. I noticed that I had forgotten it so I rushed back here to get it.

Izumi: Uhh, I'm sure it was just around here before I went out... Sakyo: Hm? I heard something... Is this what you're looking for? Izumi: That's it! Thank you very much. You're a lifesaver.

Azuma: Fufu, thanks to the bells, you found it right away. Izumi: Yup....Ah, I have to go now. Sakyo: Make sure you have everything with you. Izumi: Yes! Thank you again. I'll take my leave then. Azuma: Take care. Sakyo: Geez.... How careless.   Azuma: Fufu, she's like a storm.     ----*slam* Sakyo: .....Aah? Again? What in the world did she forget this time-- Sakoda: Bro~~~~~!! Sakyo: Shut your mug up! Can't you be a little quieter? What now? Sakoda: Let's go, bro! Sakyo: ! I almost forgot. I have work to do after this. My bad, I'll go right away. Go ahead. Sakoda: Roger! Azuma: Fufu, you're unusually careless too. Sakyo-kun is not in a position to lecture the director. Sakyo: .........

[tobacconist]

opening scene: a man on death row is told he has a visitor and led into an interrogation room. he waits there for some minutes in handcuffs, confused

werner herzog, wearing mascara, an old fashioned dress and a long black wig enters the room and sits opposite the man 

werner herzog as the crone: i am told you killed a man some years ago, is this correct?

the prisoner: yes, i did.

the crone: and in six months you are sentenced to be executed?

the prisoner: yes...

the crone: my name is mathilde. i hope today that we may be able to make a deal together

the prisoner: ...

the crone: i have here a purse of pure silver (produces a large beaded pouch from the folds of her raiment) i can give this to your family. this and much more (she places the purse on the table)

the prisoner: ...

the crone: tell me about that night. i am told you acted in self defense

the prisoner: (recounts the story of how he became a murderer)

the crone: i see. may i offer you a cigarette? (produces an elegant cigarette case bearing kingsize black russians)

the prisoner: (looking around nervously at the guards) uhh, are you sure its alright?

the crone: dont be concerned. right now they may as well not even be here

(closeup of each of the guards, each staring blankly into space with ecstatic expressions)

the prisoner: (still staring fixedly at the guards nervously withdraws a cigarette from the holder and allows the crone to light it) (takes a long drag)

the crone: as i said previously, i am come here today to make a deal with you. do you know what it is i desire?

the prisoner: (clueless expression)

the crone: i will be blunt. the thing i desire is your left hand.

the prisoner: (still confused)

the crone: do not be concerned. while stilll the blood flows through it, i do not covet it; but six months from now, when it is cold and dead, then it will be an object most desirable to me. i would be willing to pay a great price for it (glances at the purse on the table) i am told you have two little girls, yes?

the prisoner: (nods suspiciously)

the crone: the contents of this purse is worth well over 700 dollars. the silver is very fine. you may examine it it (waves a boney hand over the purse)

the prisoner: (still in handcuffs, picks up the purse and pulls the drawstring)

the crone: i can pay one of these purses to your family every month until the deed is done, and then a further purse every month until the end of the following year. im sure the money will be very useful to your family. does this sound agreeable?

the prisoner: (examining one of the coins) why silver? why not gold? (laughing)

the crone: im afraid i cannot pay you for this in gold. 

the prisoner: ...

the crone: (thoughtfully) there are other services i may pay you in gold for, however... (reaches into her pockets and produces a small ugly root wrapped in red string) if you could hide this somewhere in the prison, i could pay your family one small purse of gold

the prisoner: where abouts?

the crone: anywhere it will not be found. (stern facial expression) do you agree to this?

the prisoner: (nods)

the crone: very well (pushes the root across the table) your wife will find the gold before the end of the week

the prisoner: (hides the root in his pants while glancing back at the oblivious guards)

the crone: now, about your hand (glances at it covetously) that is the deal i came here to make. you must agree to leave to us your mortal remains in your last will and testament. this is very important. if you are unhappy with the agreed price we may negotiate. i am a very wealthy woman.

the prisoner: ... i suppose it wont be much use to me when im dead... why silver?

the crone: there are reasons why this transaction must be in cash. the first reason is untraceability. im sure you understand why there must be an element of secrecy in dealings such as this. the second reason is for honour. i would feel i were cheating you if i paid you otherwise. silver coins will always be more valuable than banknotes. i ask you again if the price i have stated is acceptable to you

the prisoner: are you serious about this?

the crone: i am absolutely serious.

the prisoner: im not greedy, but i care about my family. how much would it be in total? in dollars?

the crone: it is not the dollar which gives things value, but things which gives the dollar value. regardless, it will amount to approximately 13,000 dollars in total

the prisoner: ...

the crone: if you demand it, i can pay it as a lump sum, but it would be wiser to pay in installments

the prisoner: ... i dont know what to say, this is so strange

the crone: the choice is ultimately yours, but understand that this opportunity will not come again for you. this money will be very useful to your family.

the prisoner: okay, i agree, but make the payment last two years. what do i need to do, do i need to sign something?

the crone: (smiling intensely) for now we may shake hands (puts forth her boney hand with long painted nails) i will return in three days, and you must summon your lawyer to amend your will

the prisoner: (nervously shakes the hand)

the crone: it has been a pleasure doing business with you, may we both be satisfied with the outcome (stands up and nods curtly at the guards)

(the guards seem to break out of their trance, unaware of what transpired)

the crone: i will see you again in three days (exits)

(the prisoner, looking baffled, is led back to his cell as the guards casually jeer at him, unaware of what has happened)

(outside the crone is standing with some of the prison officials. she produces an old mobile phone and has a short conversation in german mentioning how ‘the raw materials have been acquired’ and ‘everything has been properly scheduled’ before entering the passengers seat of a car with blacked out windows and driving away)

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

The Golden Hand

° Assassin's Creed Odyssey Imagine °

Chapter 2

Fem! Reader

Central Masterlist | The Golden Hand

“Let me see if I understand this...You are not from my time?” Alexios asked, his words slow as he tried to wrap his mind around your whole situation. His brown eyes gazing up at you, trying to see if you were, in any way, trying to make a fool out of him. Yet, you gave nothing of those sorts. Instead, he found that your desperateness was, in fact, sincere. Genuine. You nodded quickly, hoping with every inch of your being that he would believe you. Because if he didn’t---you knew for a fact surviving in this new world would be near impossible. Alexios continued, “You- What time are you from again?” 

“I'm from the 21st century. A thousand years into...um...your future?” The man stared at you.

“A thousand years into my future...what did you do to end up here? Did you anger a god?” You looked at him, eyes looking more dead than ever.

“Fuckin’ must-have.” The Spartan had to hold back an amused snort.

You neglected to inform him about how in your world he was a mere videogame character, thinking that if you told him the truth his reaction wouldn’t have been at all accepting. It was like the equivalence of telling someone their lives and everything they’ve ever accomplished, never mattered, to begin with, because they just weren’t...real. Shit’s complicated.

“And you want me to take you back home as a way to pay my debt?“ “As a way to pay your debt, yes.” You anticipated his next wors. Did he believe you or would he just sign you off as some lunatic? Seconds turned into minutes, and before you knew it, 5 minutes had passed by. Those very 5 minutes felt like hours, the drumming of your heart becoming too much to bear within them.

The sudden sound of him humming lowly broke you out of your anxiety, your heart stilling upon seeing him lean back into the wall of the room, his eyes never leaving your figure. Opening his mouth, you stopped breathing, “ I believe you.”

It was as if someone had lifted off the world from the Atlas’s shoulder, the weight of your fears, doubts, and anxieties evaporating into seemingly nothing. You let out a heavy sigh, hands trembling slightly. You regained your composure a minute later, having developed enough confidence to look back up to him, your eyes locking with one another. 

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” He arched a brow, “Why do you thank me?” Licking your lips you replied, “I feared that you’d like write me off as some crazy person. Come on, would you really believe if someone told you a crazy ass story of how they’re from thousands of years into the future and somehow ended up here?” He gave you a look.

“I just did.” You paused.

“Touché.” Alexios furrowed his brows, unfamiliar with the word you had just uttered. 

“Tou-what?” Your confusion equaled his.

“Touché. You know, when ---oh. Oh.” You realized your mistake. “Its, uh, when like you make a clever point type of thing. Uhh, I don’t know how to explain it. I've never had to explain it before, everyone just knew what it meant.” You muttered the last sentence quietly under your breath. This was going to be a struggle, that was for sure.

 Simply nodding, Alexios figured there would be some extreme cultural differences between the two fo you. After all, you are from the far future, your people are bound to be different than his. Ignoring the look of struggle on your face, he let his eyes trail down your body, acknowledging your clothing--- the lack of it more so. He couldn’t help but grimaced at the sight of your pants, reminding him of the Persians. (Okay, when I was doing my research I came across an article that spoke about how Ancient Greeks associated pants with savagery and Spartans associated it with the Persians, their enemy. So like idk. Correct me if I’m wrong or something.)

“If I am to aid you in your journey home, we must do something about that.” He gestures over to your garments. You understood his point, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, I know.” 

“But for now, let’s rest. The sun has fallen, traveling at night is not safe. Follow me." He said as he stood up from the wooden stool, gesturing for you to follow him to the room next door. Doing so, hurried over to him, following him all the way down the hall. There were no actual doors, just log pieces of fabrics acting as one; two rooms stared across from each other. Alexios turned to you, "This is my room. " He pointed to the right," And that's your room." He lifted the delicate fabric with his index finger, revealing a simple room from what you could see; not much of furniture aside from a chest, a bed, and a nightstand beside it. A candle on a candle holder already lit.

Nodding, you thanked him, earning a small smile from him.

"Tomorrow we- I. I shall go to the agora and buy you some clothes to wear. You stay inside, don't answer to anyone but me, understood?" His expression was serious, it was new. Nodding once more in understanding, he held the fabric up as you slipped into the room, his eyes eyeing your back.

Shaking his head, the misthios muttered 'goodnight', heading off into his room with a flurry of creaking steps. Repeating his farewell, you paused to look around your new surroundings, scrutinizing every detail of the room. The walls were bare, not a single ounce of color beside the greyness of the stone material they were built from.

A single window adorned the room, providing a view to all of outside. There was no metal screen attached to it, meaning mosquito and whatever other critters could enter freely, especially hostile individuals. The thought of an intruder wight next to you, scared you out of your wits, however, knowing that a trained assassin was your host helped quell that fear.

Stepping over to the bed, you sat on it, its plushness dipping at the sudden appearance of your weight. A pair of fuzzy blankets folded on top of each other laid on the end of it; grabbing one, you examined its material. It was rough to the touch, hued into a deep burgundy with little designs on it. 

Kicking off your shoes, you slipped into the bed, pulling the scratchy blanket over you. Exhaustion overcoming you in an instant as your world slipped into darkness.

...

In your darkness came a light, piercing through your eyelids. Groaning in annoyance, you turned around in the bed, another groan escaping at the sudden feeling of a cold breeze against the skin of your feet.

"Oh for fuck's sake..." You muttered, shifting so that the blanket folded over them, blocking the wind.

"You've got quite the foul mouth, my friend." Snapping your eyes open, you yelped at the brightness of your surroundings. Struggling to regain your vision, you squinted your eyes to the entrance of the room, a familiar figure leaning on the stone frame. You made a face.

"And you've got a foul scent, my friend." Alexios's eyes widened in pure amusement at your witty insult, a smirk playing on his scarred lips.

It was then that you realized what you had just said, mouth already forming words of apologies.

"Sorry, sorry. Force of habit..." The man couldn't help but laugh at the pathetic sight of you trying to fake being sorry for your little statement.

“You really are one to talk back.” He stated as he laughed, the corners of his eyes wrinkling faintly. An embarrassed heat spreading to the apples of your cheeks, nodding your head slightly.

“Yeah, well,  this silver tongue of mine has gotten me into plenty of trouble.” There was a glint in his eyes.

“Wonder what else it does.” 

BIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHH!

A smirk came to paint your lips, your canines just barely poking out. “I mean I could show you but then again, I barely know you.” Not a single quiver in your voice. You spoke with confidence, mischief in your stare. You knew what you were doing without realizing it. 

He was almost taken aback by your words, however, he found them rather endearing in away. Pushing himself off the doorway, the tall male approached your figure still seated on the bed. Having sat up in the bed, you had had your legs danging off to the side, arms holding your body from falling back and hitting the stone wall behind you. The scratchy blankets covering your bare skin. The look in his brown eyes excited you, not in a sexual way, no. But more in a game of....well, you still couldn’t figure out which game, you just knew it was some game.

“So if we got to know one another...?” He trailed off, a playful smile on his scarred lips. His figure coming to stand right in front of you, his torso bent down so that he could meet your height. Grinning, you leaned in close to his face, your breath dusting the skin of his lips.

“Hmmm... in your dreams.” You patted his right cheek before quickly getting out of the bed, stretching your body after doing so. Not noticing the shocked expression that the Spartan held only for it to shift into a look of intrigue.

Hard to get, huh.

Chuckling under his breath, he shook his head. Straightening back up, Alexios spoke, “ I brought you something from the agora.” Glancing over your shoulder, you watched as he took out a small woven bag from his back. Reaching his hand inside, he pulled out multitudes of pearly white wool fabric followed by a sky blue one and a golden sash. 

“What’s that?” You asked, coming over to stand in front of him, your hands already feeling the fabric with wonder. He smiled softly.

“Clothing. You can’t exactly wear that to go out.” he gestured to your modern outfit, a disgruntled look on his face. You hummed.

“No, I cannot. Thanks.” Nodding, he placed the bag on the bed; there seemed to be more things in it.

Heading out the door he spoke, “I’ll let you get dressed now.” You nodded despite the fact that he wasn’t facing you. Hearing the soft whoosh of the fabric hanging by the doorframe, signaling that Alexios had left you alone.

Laying the fabric on the bed, you stared in disbelief at what it revealed.

...

Alexios couldn’t quite figure out just how exactly he was supposed to take you back home. At first, he had thought of the Gods, perhaps a prayer could help, however, the only god he knew of capable of moving back and forth in time was Kronos and that was a big no-no. 

That was one issue. The other was the war.

Just how was he going to help you while a war brews not far from Kephallonia. He was just recently hired to kill the Wolf of Sparta, meaning that if he wanted to get paid he would have to take her with and in all honesty, that was not a good idea. The chances of you getting harmed were ever-increasing. And just the thought of innocent blood getting spilled angered him greatly. But still.

He owed you.

And he always paid back his debts.

“umm...” Alexios snapped his attention to the entrance of your room, your head shyly popping out from it. The sight of your bashful expression almost causing him to laugh out loud. 

“What is the matter (Y/N)?” You smiled shyly, taking brief glances to the inside of the room.

“I’ve just never worn something like---well actually maybe for Halloween...?” He gave you a weird look.

“Hallo....win?” “Ween.” “Ween. Halloween...What is that?” “A holiday where people dress up and go around the community getting pieces of candies.” “Candies?” “Sweets.” You deadpanned. “Ah...Well...uh..let me see you.”

He watched as you disappeared back into your room before you gathered enough courage to come out. But when you did, his breath was taken away. Your looks rivaled even those of the Goddess of Beauty herself. Two golden pins held the fabric together, right on your shoulders, leaving your arms free of any obstacle. A golden sash wrapped tightly around your waist, emphasizing the width of your hips. The baby blue fabric that he had bought was fashioned around your figure, looping from the left shoulder to the right of your hip and back to its place of origin. Gold armbands adorned your left arms with two large golden bracelets adorning either forearm.  He had bought the accessories after seeing them being sold much cheaper than the usual, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to purchase so he did. 

“So?” You peered up at him, eyes glimmering with embarrassment. He hadn’t realized he was staring.

“Panemorfi.” 

“What?”

“You look beautiful. Your beauty rivals that of Aphrodite herself.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“If I’m beautiful, you drop-dead gorgeous.” He blinked in surprise, not fully sure he heard right.

“What did you just say?” A ‘are-you-serious- look adorned yoru features, lips pursed together.

“Babyboy, you gotta get your ears checked.” You said as you walked towards the main room behind him.  The ends of your chiton dragging behind your soft steps. “Ooo, food!”. He had still to recover from your little statement, ever confused and everso offended by your word choice.

With squinted eyes, he loudly yelled,” Babyboy? I am no boy nor babe! And what does go-tta even mean!”

...

(A/N): Sorry for the long wait, the shortness of the chpater, and also if i got some facts wrong. My research isn’t yet complete.

Hope you enjoyed!

[rosegoldquintis]

because who would really choose a daisy, in a field of roses?

Paring: Cake x OC!Daisy 

Word count: +1.4k Warnings: uhh, smut, a threesome to be precise.,, unprotected sex, handcuffs, choking?? name calling, but I think that’s it?

Summary: Calum and Daisy are friends with benefits and this time Luke’s intrigued.

A/N; Kinda want to make a series with Calum and Daisy, what do you think?

“Cal” She whined desperately, back arching up as he rubbed at her clit, much too harshly. She was used to this, her arms tied above her head as Calum used her to expel all pent up aggression.

She heard the key in the door first, and the way Calum glanced towards the closed bedroom door, towards the living room, meant he did to. Not that it stopped him. Whether it was Luke coming in or one of his other friends didn't really matter. His friends knew of Daisy’s existence.

By the sounds of it, it seemed like it was Luke coming home, if the heavy thunds against hardwood flooring was anything to go off. He didn’t go further than the living room though, not with her desperate moans filling the apartment.

Calum continued to pound deep into her pussy, fingers working at her clit with the clear intent of making her cum again. Even if she already had four times since he started his rough use of her body for his own escape. Daisy hit her fifth climax, walls clenching around his cock before he was finally cumming inside of her. He pulled out of her, standing up and pulling on his clothes again.

“Going to get coffee” he mumbled, his bad mood clearly not cleared up yet.

“Wait Cal-” She called out, pulling at the handcuffs but it was too late, the bedroom door banging shut as he walked out. She let out a groan, her body temperature slowly returning back to normal, leaving her cold and exposed, pulling on the handcuffs desperately. Daisy had never spoken to Luke, not directly but she found herself calling out for him.

it didn’t take long before the sounds of his heavy footsteps got closer and soon the man pulled the bedroom door open and soon he was standing in the doorframe, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Can I help you?” He questioned dryly, looking over her exposed body. Daisy’s cheeks flushed red, she crossed her legs in a hope to hide away her dripping wet pussy, still leaking his roommate’s cum.

“He left me tied up?” She tried pathetically, feeling vulnerable as his blue eyes raked over her body.

“Not my issue, I don’t know where he put the key” He responded, his focus drawing down to his phone, seemingly uninterested in her.  

“Just do something!” She huffed at him, and even with his gaze cast down she could see the smirk forming. It was one Daisy recognised, one Calum wore far too often.

“Oh you want me to do something?” He cooed lightly, as he approached the bed, an evil smirk on his lips as he did. “I can think of a few things.”

Daisy gulped, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She had only been with one person in her life and that was Calum but she could tell by the glint in Luke’s eye that she was about to experience another mans touch. He kneeled on the bed, placing a hand on her smooth legs, sliding it up slowly before forcing her to part her legs. He continued his gaze up her legs, looking over her cunt.

“Did he fuck you good?” Luke questioned, looking up at the girl. “Look at that stretched cunt, and that swollen clit, he used you good, didn’t he?” His words had her ready for more, ready for him to touch her even though she still was sensitive from the rough fucking Caum had given her not even 10 minutes ago.

He leaned down, licking up a trail of Calum’s cum that had dripped from her abused hole. She let out a soft whimper at the action, looking down at him pleadingly.

“Please don’t, it’ll hurt to go again.”

He rolled his eyes, spreading her legs more as he continued to eagerly lick up all the cum. Daisy let out a needy whine, hips bucking up, trying to get more friction.

“Luke..” She said with a warning tone. His hands holding her thighs tightly to stop her from closing her legs as he began lapping at her over sensitive clit.

He continued, smirking as she writhed beneath him, drinking in every little moan and gasp she let out only pausing when the door opened.

“Cal, I have a present for you” He called out, punctuating the statement by harshly sucking her clit, making her let out a high pitched moan.

Calum walked in, three cups of coffee in a cup holder and a bag of Mcdonalds breakfast clutched in his hands  

He placed down the food, eyes sparkling as he watched over his roommate.

“Luke, what on earth are you doing?”

“Eating pussy, come join?” He whispered sweetly, holding eye contact with Calum for a few tense moments, giving her pussy a short break. It didn’t take long before Calum was kicking his shoes off and joining his roommate on the bottom of the bed.

“I can see why she’s your favourite slut” Luke said with a smirk, looking at the girl in front of them. Luke lifted his hand a bit before bringing it down hard, giving her clit a hard slap.

“Luke..” She moaned again, her body almost shaking form the stimulation.

She watched Calum’s callous hands slowly move up her inner thigh again, making her whimper, rough fingers began rubbing her clit, her back arched quickly, his touch much rougher than Luke’s had been.

“Fuck, you got her so wet man” He whispered to his friend, Daisy couldn’t help but love the chuckle Luke let out at the comment,

Calum grabbed the small key from the bedside table, handing it to Luke who scrambled up to unlock the handcuffs.

“Hands and knees, now” Luke demanded. Daisy’s legs were like jelly as she raised herself up, following the command.

Luke rested himself against the headboard of the bed, spreading his legs and sliding his pants and boxers down his long legs.

Daisy didn’t need a command for that, eagerly leaning down to start running her tongue from the base of his cock up to the tip, smirking at her opportunity to make him moan now. The soft breathless moans and gasps he let out were so sexy that she found herself much more turned on at the idea of getting to suck him off then she imagined.

She heard Calum’s belt undoing, a shiver rippling through her as she knew her aching pussy wasn’t getting a break just yet. She let out a gasp as he rubbed the head of his cock down her slit teasingly, she glanced back at him, his signature smirk gracing his lips as always.

She didn’t get to admire for long, before she knew it Luke had a hand in her hair, forcing her head back down his cock, almost hitting the back of her throat.

“Be a good little slut, yeah?” He smirked patronizingly, and Daisy eagerly obliged, her mouth working its way up and down his cock right as Calum pushed his large cock into her cunt, making her moan around Luke.

She pulled away from Luke and let out a loud gasp, pausing in her own movements momentarily before he started to pound into her roughly. After a few seconds to adjust, she paid attention to the man cock, one of her hands working the part of his cock which couldn’t fit in her mouth. The air of the room was filled with sounds, the slapping of skin against skin, the faint wet noise of Daisy’s mouth working Luke’s cock, her desperate moans muffled against Luke’s cock, Calum’s soft groans as well as Lukes moans.

Daisy glanced up at him, giggling at the sight of him looking so desperate. After a while she could tell that he was close to cumming, soon Daisy’s mouth was filled up with his cum. Luke grabbed her hair and pulled her off his cock, his hand switching position to her throat.

“You better swallow all of it.” He said through his teeth, the girl gave a small nod and did as she was told. She opened her mouth to show him that she had swallowed all of it.

“What a good little slut you are.” He said before pressing a small kiss to her lips.

Calum continued fucking into her, over and over again with nothing but his groans filling the air.

“Cal, Calum, fuck please I c-can’t take anymore! Fuck!” She whimpered out, Luke pulling her into a sloppy kiss as he noticed Calum getting closer and closer to his release.

“He’s almost there pretty girl, he’s so close. You can last just a little longer, right?” Daisy nodded obediently, moving forward to kiss Luke again, moaning into his mouth until her sixth orgasm washed over her, the whimpering increasing as Calum finally spilled his hot cum into her.

Tagging some babes; 

@calsophat @lukeinblue @calsangel @heavenlyhemminqs @cal-pal-cuddles @singt0mecalum @cakestan @blahehblah @rosesfromcth

[avatarsarny]

Ben and Rey are 2 sides of the same protagonist!! Same coin!!! They're married in the Force!! They can't be separated!! I have spoken!!!!!!!!!

Nonnie, I couldn’t have said it better myself :)

So idk what happened, I was going to respond to this like a normal person with some gifs but uhh this nonsense came forth instead. Oh well ;)

It wasn’t long after his return to the physical realm on that fateful journey from Exogol back to the Resistance base on Ajan Kloss when Finn and Poe cornered him.

The last week had been a blur, with constant meetings among former leaders of the New Republic, the remaining leaders of the Resistance, the last Jedi, and Ben Solo, heroes of the war against the Final Order. A new dawn was here. A new way of life. For the first time in his life, there were no voices in Ben’s head. No dark shadows lurking in the depths of his tortured mind. It was just him, his own thoughts, and all was blissfully clear. There was just light, and there was Rey.

He’ll never forget the way she’d launched herself at him when he materialized on the Falcon, which had come to rescue Rey from Exogol, after he’d given his life to save hers.

She had been everywhere, all at once. Her lips had pressed frantic kisses all over his face, her arms wrapped around his neck, her sweet, earthy scent had been in his nose, her end of the bond once again present in his mind, in his very soul. He had felt her anguish turn into absolute joy, and her tears mingled with his own as he feverishly kissed her back with all the strength he had.

It felt like years had passed before they broke apart, breathless and far from sated. But it would have to do for now, as Chewie, Finn, Poe, Rose, and Lando had all looked on, their jaws long dropped to the floor.

Finn spoke first. “So.”

Ben raised a brow but didn’t comment, looking between him and Poe, their Force signatures radiating concern.

“You’ve requested shared quarters. With Rey.” Finn continued, in an accusatory tone.

Ah. He’d been wondering when this would be brought up.

Poe cleared his throat, trying to look every bit the stern General that Leia had been. It almost worked. But Ben still had to resist the urge to laugh. “What are your intentions towards Rey?” the Pilot demanded.

Now Ben really couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped his lips. Rey must have told her friends what they were to each other. But did they really understand how deeply they were intertwined? Evidently not, Ben thought, his lip curling. Finn and Poe’s frowns deepened.

“Look, we know she cares about you. We…can see you care about her. But we need you to promise us you’ll never hurt her the way you did that day on Starkiller base,” Finn finished, with a razor-sharp edge in his voice.

Ben measured his breathing. Like I ever could. The monster Rey had fought and had thrown her against a tree on Starkiller base was dead. He looked them both in the eye. He had to come clean, so that they didn’t go around asking ridiculous questions like this ever again. “I gave my life for her,” he said quietly. “And I would do it again, and again,” he leveled them both with a glare. “if it means she’ll live again. But I could not stay gone, for we are the Dyad.”

Poe whipped his head around at Finn, who’d gasped and gone very still. “What does that mean?” Poe pressed his friend. “What’s a Die - ad?”

Finn looked at Ben with an expression he’d never seen him make - something akin to awe. “Dyads come only once in a millennium. They’re rare, powerful bonds between two Force users, forged by the Universe itself to establish a balance. It’s the One Force, split into two. A…a kind of spiritual marriage, you could say.” It was evident to Poe that Leia had not only spent time teaching Rey the ways of the Force, but had trained Finn as well.

“And now you know what we are to each other. What she is to me,” Ben said hotly. “I can no more hurt her than I can hurt myself. She is the holder of my soul; without her bonded to me I barely exist, I’m just a ghost with no tether to existence.” And just then, he registered a warm presence, just beyond the space they occupied, but he didn’t pay it mind. He lowered his voice. “And she is my better half. I…I love her. I refuse to be apart from her.” And then he growled. “And if the two of you have a grievance, you can take it up with her. I’ve said only the truth.” He couldn’t quite stand this anymore, having to explain his very existence, his very heart, to these dolts, and moved to the door.

It slid open just then to reveal Rey standing there, staring up at him, her eyes wide with so soft an expression that he’d like nothing more than to burn the image of her like that in his memory forever. “Ben…” she whispered, and in that moment, oh, she looked exactly the way she had on Exogol, when she sensed that he’d come for her, to fight with her against Palpatine, she’d looked at him with such hope and affection that what was left of his heart seemed to burst in his chest.

Of course, Rey knew Ben loved her. He’d told her so himself, both in words and the way he’d happily laid down his life so that she could live hers. She felt it every time he looked at her, in the way he smiled only for her, the way his lips and hands moved so reverently over her skin as of late. But it awakened something deep and primal in her chest, to hear him declare it so passionately to her friends.

Finn, in all his newfound wisdom in the Force, didn’t need any more proof. Neither did he need the Force to tell him that if they didn’t leave now, they were about to see something he’d very, very much rather not see. He grabbed Poe’s arm and all but dragged him past Rey. “I’ll see you guys at dinner!” He called at the two behind him. Poe had to laugh then, and whipped his head back towards the open door. “We love you Rey! Ben, be gentle with our girl. And for the love of the Maker, shut that door behind you!”

Rey blushed a deep scarlet, and Ben growled, and the door slammed shut by the Force with a flick of his fingers. He could still hear the idiots’ laughter as they retreated.

Rey stepped closer to him, her cheeks still flushed prettily. “I’ll deal with those two later,” she said softly, her hazel eyes bright in the setting sun of the room. She peered up at him. “Were they very hard on you? Where they threatening you?” 

Ben blinked down at her. “How long were you standing there?”

Rey gave him a soft smile, and he immediately had the urge to kiss her breathless. She moved so that she was pressed right up against him. “Long enough,” she whispered, and her fingers came up to tangle in his lush, midnight hair, and she pulled his mouth down to capture hers in a fierce kiss. 

He groaned in pleasure, pulling her impossibly close, and she sighed into his mouth, her lips parting against his. He deepened their kiss, lifting her so that her thighs cradled him, and she instinctively ground her hips against his, her softness nestling on his hardness, and he could feel all of her urgency and her pleasure. He trailed his lips away from her mouth to press hot kisses down her throat, gently catching the lobe of her ear between his teeth, and she made the sweetest sounds at his touch. “I meant what I said. Every word.” Ben whispered in her ear, and his hands traced a slow trail of fire all over her. 

“I know,” She panted against his skin, “I felt it.” She moaned into his mouth as his fingers slipped beneath her tunic to stroke at her bare skin. “And I want it, too. To be with you. Always.” 

Ben leaned away to meet her gaze, setting her back down but still keeping her flush against him. “You have me.” He said simply, and pressed his forehead to hers. 

Rey’s eyes glowed almost green as her tears sprang up. “And you have me,” she whispered. “I’ll always be here.” She brought her hands up to press them against his chest, and Ben gathered her in his arms, and together they made their way to their quarters.

She was once a thorn in his side. Now she’s the warmth in his chest, the light that thrums in his veins. And damn any creature - Sith overlord or otherwise, that tries to take her from him. 

[bahboh1004]

Lessa 3 Ch 19

https://comic.naver.com/webtoon/detail.nhn?titleId=603159&no=131

1.     a. Hey. Lid. What’re you doing here?          s: crawl crawl 2.     a. Why do you think I'm here? 3.     a. Weren't you super pissed?     b. Why'd you help m... 4.          s: menaceeee     a. Sorry.               19 Memories of God 5. 6.     a. Wow, I'm really all healed!     b. Actually, my condition now is better than ever!     c. Did I say I was also called the apostle of medicine? 7.     a. What--? Yeah for some reason your misanthropy resembled a doctor I kno...          s: tch     b. Shut up. 8.     a. Contact the apostles. Tell them everything you saw and heard. 9.     a. This one burned the white crown. The 'lid' you keep talking about.     b. I can't communicate with them, and they won't believe my words.     c. ......? 10.     a. ...that was a phone? 11.     a. But how am I supposed to contact them?     b. I'm in the same boat having to wait for the apostles to come.          s: holds     c. No. 12.          s: pong     a. Your 'lid' right here is in great shape. 13.     a. Your lid specifically won't restrict your powers either.          s: boom     b. 'Ra' did that for you. 14.     a. ...... 15.          s: swipe 16.          s: roughly 17.          s: stomp stomp stomp     a. Are you an idiot. 18.          s: pop     a. Unfortunately, you can't get rid of the white crown unless you burn it. 19.          s: throb 20.     a. Give it!!          s: suddenly 21.     a. Guwaah     b. Why is Lord Lessa surrounded by fools. 22.     a. That's what I want to ask, panda bastard!!     b. What's so important about those retarded lids?! 23.     a. Didn't you want to find you little sister? 24.     a. ...you. This...bastard...! 25.     a. Don't make things complicated.     b. Choose.          s: holds 26.     a. Damn...     b. ...I don't want to be connected with something like this forever... 27.     a. But if it's the path for the sake of my little sister... 28.     a. Calm down     b. Because after this it won't matter if you use it as a rag or as a pot holder. 29.          s: squeeze...     a. A rag... I'm definitely going to turn this into a rag. 30.      ***    s: squeak squeak 31.          s: tada 32.     a. ! 33.     a. pfft     b. Hey. 34.     a. What is this! I don't feel anything!     b. Just wait... Try to concentrate. pft 35.     a. Hello-?     b. I told you it's not like a cellphone 36.     a. Damn it...  is it bad reception?          s: mulll... 37.     a. Hello!!          s: suddenly     b. I said it wasn't a cellphone 38.     a. -?! 39. 40. 41.     a. Raynald?! 42.     a. It popped!          s: pant... pant... 43.     a. Gabri-     b. Gabriel?          s: tap     c. choke!     d. Labbiel? 44.     a. I met Luciel. 45.     a. ! 46.     a. However, I cannot hear your voices.     b. Additionally I cannot show you what I saw and heard.     c. Lab... 47.     a. Because I have taken off the white crown according to Lord 'Ra's will. 48.     a. Instead, since the 9th emissary saw and heard everything here-     b. This guy really-!          s: grab 49.          s: jab 50.          s: deng 51.     a. It'll be fine if you look through this kid's memories.          s: slump 52.     a. The search keyword is 'Luciel.'     b. include his deepest memories. 53.          s: chirp chirp chirp     a. The monster was so thankful for the gift, it set Lulu and Toto free. 54.     a. Lulu and Toto lived happily ever after in their pretty cabin.     b. The end? 55.     a. Mm. Did you enjoy it?     b. Mm! It's a relief that the monster didn't die too.     c. The stories that Big Sis makes are always like that. That's why I like them. 56.     a. Is Lulu and Toto Big Sis and me?     b. It's a story Big Sis made up, right?     c. No! 57.     a. Absolutely not! Mrs. Tomora told me this story! It's really a true story!     b. Really?     c. ...mm. 58.     a. You know. Barry. It's still early morning. Kids need to sleep some more.     b. But... 59.     a. I'll come back early today. Okay?          s: kiss     b. Mm... 60. 61.     a. Oh no... the raspberries are getting harder to find.          s: crunch crunch     b. And I have to go back early today too. 62.     a. Is someone picking them all?          s: rustle 63.     a. Are you picking berries? 64.     a. ? 65.     a. There aren't very many wild berries, right? 66.     a. Who's this? I've never seen him before...?     b. oh, uh...yeah. There aren't very many. 67.     a. That's because there are a lot of kids nowadays coming and picking them.          s: brightly 68.     a. This is my secret, but I'll tell you.     b. Way- over there, if you go into the dark forest, there are a lot of raspberries. 69.     a. The dark forest...? 70.     a. But over there... wild animals from the mountain come out, and the adults said not to go there, and... 71.     a. The rumors about a monster coming out?!     b. uhh... yeah.     c. Puhaha! You believe that? 72.     a. That's a lie. There are a lot of raspberries.     b. Adults try to keep everything for themselves. 73.     a. Ah! It's getting late for me, so I'll be off! 74.     a. What a weird kid. 75.          s: caw     a. The deep... 76.     a. dark forest...          s: caw caw 77.     a. At that place,     b. We met each other.          19. Memories of God <interlude>           text/art_POGO           assistant_HOOPA