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soobnny · 7 months ago

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dating him | yang jeongin

❝ why’d you come into my life so late? ❞

guys this one’s a secret romantic

even the boys are shocked when he tells them he has a gf now so casually

like WDYM ?!!??

anon said this but picture the boys eating at a restaurant

and the boys r like the food here is crazy good like how’d u find this place

and he goes idk my gf recommended it

and then there’s silence

before all hell breaks loose

bc wdym … wdym u have a gf and u didn’t tell us ????????????

dramatic faces of betrayal from hyunjin and han i can imagine bc their baby didn’t tell him

i think seungmin would know just bc they’re dorm mates and i think jeongin trusts to ask him advice without BOOKING him to the boys

he seems nonchalant on the outside, just a silly boy

but he’s the sweetest

i think he’d treat love so gently ☹️☹️

he’s always wanted to explore romance, always wanted to find it

he couldn’t ever admit it out loud bc he knows he’d get teased

he was the boys’ baby after all

and since he was the boys’ baby, by association, you were now their baby too

u two are the couple they adore

they act like they’re ur parents

chan dad mode activated

anyways he’s kind of emotional and sensitive

so i think the both of u navigate through love for the first time together

it’s a lot of ups and downs

BUT …. it’s led to him realizing just how much he loves you

i totally believe you’d go on either the most goofy dates or very expensive dates

no in between

he’d be the type to treat you and have staycations at 5-star hotels

you’d just cuddle and watch movies and eat room service

YES I SAID CUDDLE

even the boys were shocked when they saw it for the first time

bc ?!!!???? their baby ?!!!?? physical touch ?!!?

jeongin never minds when it’s with u

but it’s also something he’s had to learn

he’s very appreciative of ur patience

anyways back to ur dates

i can imagine u guys just buying a bunch of strawberry cakes and doing a taste testing

like u’d record it and everything

u can’t post it bc he kisses u like 928373 times in that video

there’s a makeout session like once

oh, and dinner dates

and very competitive rock paper and scissors over who pays for the food

except when he loses, he’d cheat and say he’d go to the bathroom but he’s actually paying for it

so keep ur eyes on that boy

i think he’d also be the type to really enjoy clothes shopping with you

you’d just put on a fashion show for each other

he’d end up buying a few things he rly liked on you

he’s got good fashion sense

might sneak in a matching item or two

maybe some shoes so it’s more subtle

jeongin also loves playing tourist in ur own city

the two of u would just walk around

visit some tourist spots

take pictures even

it’s just rly funny and rly cute

it feels a lot like being a kid again with him

u guys even buy useless toys for kids and bring them back to the dorm

😭😭😭😭

this includes like those little charms for kids

u two end up making craft bracelets and necklaces

and even tho they look ridiculous, u wear them in public

this is ur own version of promise rings

anywahs minho ends up taking some of the toys u’d bought for his cats

when the boys come home, u two are usually just cooped up in jeongin’s room

bc he wants his privacy!!!!!!!!

but when he lets it slip, and u two fall asleep on the couch, expect lots of pictures taken

i’m sorry

the boys are also emotional

they’d wake u up so u guys can have dinner together

he’d get so blushy and embarrassed and threaten his hyungs ofc

han jisung: when will it be my turn ???

they just want love from innie too

UGHHGHG kicking each other’s foot under the table while eating

he loves annoying u

but u love annoying him equally

when u aren’t over at the dorms

he’d be the type to text you random links on youtube at 3am

those charlie bit my finger type beat

gorilla destroys crocodile epic video

jeongin also gives me the “sends u things” vibe

u’d suddenly receive flowers without warning

or get those “did you eat?” texts and if u say no, yeah, best believe he’s already delivering food to u

hmmmmm u’d probably be his plus one in fancy events

but u guys end up ditching those to eat at fast food chains

yes … in ur very fancy dress and his rly sexy suit …. out in a fast food restaurant

u guys get weird looks but

jeongin doesn’t mind 🙁

as long as he’s happy with u

AWWWWWWWW

u guys also attend or volunteer for charity events together

i think he’s rly found his match

treat each other well !!!!!

congrats on finding love

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angelbarelywrites · 5 days ago

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♡ leather and lace | thomas hewitt x reader

♡ fandoms; Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003 + 2006)

♡ characters; Thomas Brown Hewitt

♡ reader; second person pov + gender neutral language- you wear a dress but this is absolutely still for my masc and fellow nb slasher fans too

♡cw; stockholm syndrome ass relationship, very suggestive content, horny reader?? lol

♡ notes; we are so back. maybe sort of, i feel like this might actually suck.

the title is silly and very straightforward but i like stevie nicks and thought it was cute <3

also the vibe of the dress, thin ass sundresses are such a good plot device 😩

also also i wasn’t sure where to end this so it’s kind of a cliffhanger for a potential smutty sequel?? lmk if you even want more tommy ig

okay mwah love you goodbye

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

“It’s kind of big on me,” You told Luda Mae softly, swishing the skirt slightly. The dress hung past your knees and the straps wanted to slip off your shoulders “Ionno if it looks good.”

You felt vulnerable. Naked, in such a thin, loose white gown. You didn’t like that Monty and Hoyt would see you in it. Or…the other one. Thomas. The one that made your cheeks feel hot and your stomach twist in knots. He looked at you like you were food when you’d first encountered him…but now you’d been there a few days, he avoided you, like you made him nervous in one way or another.

“Oh, nonsense, you look lovely. I’m sure Tommy will love it. Besides, I can take it in at the waist if you really need, maybe find you a nice ribbon to go ‘round it.” She pinched the fabric to make it hug your form tighter and you went red.

“I think it’s good like this. But. Um, it’s kind of cool in here. Maybe I can wear a shawl...”

“Don’t you worry about that- you’re going to go outside and get some sun. Tommy has chores to do but I’ve got work. Can’t have you by yourself all day.” She affectionately pinched your cheek.

You gave a soft noise but knew complaint was futile. At least it wasn’t the Sheriff- even Luda wanted you kept far from his leering gaze. You followed her, barefoot in the soft grass until you got to a small clearing. There was a shed, and a barn, and lumber waiting to be chopped.

You thought you’d get out of it as she sat you down, maybe Tommy was busy. Maybe he was looking for coeds to kill somewhere else, and Luda would let you stay in your quiet little room where you could pretend you weren’t a hostage. Heavy footsteps told you were wrong after a long moment.

You twisted a blade of grass in your hands as Luda whispered sternly to him. Something about “stay” and “take” and “sooner rather than later”. You tried not to think about it. The man huffed exasperatedly and his mother swatted him softly before she marched off - his back still to you as she disappeared over the hill. You were grateful he ignored you and yet unnerved by the fact.

Thomas kept his head down, face obstructed by his hair even more than usual as he grabbed a few large branches from the lumber pile and brought them to a sturdy oak stump. Still eyeing him warily you leaned back, naturally on guard but also curious. He was so strong it seemed impossible. He was bulky-obviously- but in the real way lumberjacks and construction workers were with thick arms and a soft stomach. His hair was nice. Dark and thick, and not greasy like you’d expect. You’d been close enough when he’d slung you over his shoulder to tell it was soft. And his hands were huge and calloused - you knew that from way he’d held onto you then, massive palm on your thigh to keep you steady. You had been wearing shorts and…

You gave a soft sigh, not realizing you were still staring at him until his head whipped around at the sound. You felt your ears burn and coughed, looking away. He was down to just an undershirt as he’d started chopping the lumber - ironically using an axe instead of that chainsaw he’d been swinging around a few nights back. “Sorry- I- don’t stop on account of….”

Your voice died in your throat as he walked towards you, stopping barely a foot away. He looked concerned- more so as he knelt and you flinched. God you still couldn’t tell if you wanted him on top of you or a thousand miles away. He brushed your hair back and— you giggled quietly. He was checking your forehead, thinking you were sick.

Thomas scowled a bit at you, sitting back as you looked up at him “I shouldn’t laugh. But that was sweet. I’m not sick- don’t think so, at least.”

He tilted his head at you. He really didn’t talk. That’d make things difficult…at least at first.

“It’s just kind of hot out…plus- um- oh—“ You blinked as his hand brushed the hem of the dress, where you’d just been rubbing your fingers against the lace “…it’s not my usual style. But it’s a pretty dress.”

He grunted and nodded, looking over your body quite shamelessly. In the sunlight you were sure he was able to see much more than considered appropriate. Fuck it, you thought. He was hot, his mama wanted him to like you, and most importantly he could protect you from the Sheriff and whatever weird bullshit was yet to come.

You hummed and shifted to sit back a bit more, taking his hand before he could pull away fully “…you have big hands…I can tell you work with them…but you made your mask right?”

He hesitated, staring at what almost seemed like disbelief at you before slowly nodding. You hummed and touched his cheek, rubbing a thumb on the leather. It was surprisingly soft, and so was his gaze. Whatever he was covering didn’t matter or even really interest you- you just cared you that you could see his chapped lips beneath it.

“…Tommy?” You cooed. He startled but met your eye. “Can I kiss you?”

He gave a swift and silent answer, pressing his lips to yours with a fervor that stole your breath. He was clumsy and rough, but so desperate that you couldn’t help but draw him closer, to give him what he needed. If you were touch starved he was a thousand times so, holding on to you so tight you were afraid your hips might bruise. Afraid was a strong word- you’d proudly wear any mark from that man.

As soon as you’d thought you had some control there he had you, dazed and unkempt straddling his lap. He ran a thumb over your lower lip, admiring your addled state with a contented grunt.

“…we…we should go inside. Your mom might be home soon.”

He shook his head and suddenly pulled you down- not to pin you, but to be held, his face buried your neck and his mask rubbing against your skin. As he toyed with the hem of the dress again you hummed a tune and played with his hair.

“Tommy?”

He looked up.

“…do you think they want us to go steady?”

He hesitated then tapped his left ring finger. You went red as you suddenly realized what he meant- they wanted you to get married.

“Ah…well— how about steady first?”

He nodded quickly and nuzzled your neck again.

“Good. Cuz I think steady would still cover slippin’ into the shed to have more fun before your mama gets home.”

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ladyzayismultifandom · 5 months ago

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The Kiss of Death

L Lawliet x Reader Genre: awkard cute fluff with everyone's favorite detective

Description: On the ongoing mission to take Kira down, L and Y/N must sacrifice their dignity when Light (intentionally) messes up their excursion. A/N: This is pre-cuffed L and Light era btw! And f/n = fake name.

Kira is still on the loose taking innocent people lives and with no concrete evidence to the existence of the “Death Note” or “Shinigami’s” Lawliet was put into a corner. He was 98% sure that Light Yagami was Kira purely based on vibes but nothing else that serves as evidence has worked. Close surveillance in his house has been a little useful but he hasn’t cracked him just yet. Light was good. Too good.

After ruthless nights of arguing Watari thought it would be a good idea to call in reinforcements from the infamous Wammy House where L was raised. Those reinforcements were you. You’ve never been to Japan before but you were excited to help an old friend. With an IQ of 150 and cunning eye for detail you would be a great asset to the task force. Once he find out you were on your way L sent you a file with all the information he found along with a detailed list of all the task force members. You got everything you need to know but you hate that fake name he came up with.

When you got off the private jet Watari sent you, Matsuda and Light were waiting for you at the end of the stairs.

“So he sent the killer right to me. Interesting” You thought. You took a good look of Matsuda. He was a good man, socially awkward, probably a bit annoying, but a good cop. He fidgeted with his fingers the more you looked at him. Meanwhile Light didn’t seem bothered at all. He stared right back but not at you. It was like he was staring deep within your soul and if you weren’t paying attention you would have missed the tiny smile fighting to break out. He was definitely up to something but what?

Taking off your sunglasses you walked down the stairs and offered your hand out to Matsuda who held it like a fragile piece of of fine china. He raised it up and kissed it which wasn’t something you were expecting but flattered either way.

“Enchante, I’m f/n” You offered your hand to Light as well to which he firmly shook for a second and let go. You can tell a lot about a person by the way they greet you. Matsuda was ever the gentlemen who might be confused of your customs but has good intentions. Light shook your hand like a man trying to prove himself. He wanted you to think he saw you as an equal when that couldn't be farther than the dark truth that lie beneath. This case is going to be good.

“I’d like to speak to Ryuzaki alone if that’s okay. “ You asked the task force after meeting everyone officially. Watari escorted them all out leaving you and your sugar fiend friend alone. For a moment you sat in silence until it felt safe to speak.

“Lawliet”

“It’s Ryuzaki”

“I’m not calling you that.”

“Then you put me at risk f/n.” You roll your eyes at the way he refuses to use your real name. You were alone after all.

“How could I put you at risk when we both know that Kira is Light?” You put your cup of tea up to him and he puts three sugar cubes in there. At the Wammy House, every child had their thing and yours is tea which goes perfectly with cake hence the beautiful friendship you have with Lawliet now.

“So you believe me?”

“Have I ever been wrong?”

“Well-

“Other than that.” You took a sip.

“I know it’s him. I need evidence. That’s why you’re here f/n”

“Does anybody other than Watari and I know you’re real name?” He shook his head no. Perfect. A plan was brewing.

Weeks go by and you get to know everyone. Sadly the result was still the same. Light was definetly Kira but he had help. Originally you thought his father was in on it but after personally interrogating him it became clear that Soichiro Yagami did not know or even consider that his son could be a criminal nonetheless a cold blooded killer. Lights girlfriend Misa Amane on the other hand only pretended to be a bimbo everyone thought she was. If she wasn’t so head over heels over Light she might have been a great force to be reckoned with. Unfortunately, the charismatic cult-like charms of Light got to her before then. She's the perfect fall person if things went south for him. There’s was another accomplice helping Light get away with his crimes but his identify has been tough to crack. You’ve searched for people under the name Ryuk and haven’t found anything so far. Looking back at the early surveillance tapes of Light in his room it did look like he was trying hard to ignore something on his mind. Could it have been someone there? Someone the camera didn’t catch? Is this the power of a shinigami?

Another day with the task force trying to find all the things in common with Kira's victims besides how they die you turn to genius next to you.

“Ryuzaki?”

“Yes f/n”

“Let’s go out” Matsuda almost choked on his spit making you burst into a laughing fit. Lawliet was not amused.

“I assume you mean all of us?” He says not even sparing you a glance as you teasingly look at him.

“Of course. What else would I mean? A day off would be nice right boys?” You look at the rest of the men who are relieved to hear that except Light. Just like Lawliet, he didn't look too amused. You smirk as you take a sip of tea.

“You did that on purpose” Lawliet mumbled

“You love it.” You whispered before turning around in your spinny wheelchair. Stretching your arms before you do a big clap that makes the whole task force except Light and Lawliet jump. You smile.

"So who wants to go on a little excursion tomorrow? I'm sure Kira wouldn't mind if we didn't hunt them for a day. "

"Until they kill someone else." Light claims

"And then I'll know it's you," Lawliet says. The two stare menacingly at each other.

"Let's not point any fingers. Light is still not 100% in the clear yet but he's also a part of the team. It could be Matsuda for all we know" Your innocent joke lightened the mood making all the men chuckle to themselves. Little did they know they were all pawns in your game.

"Yes... matter of fact Light why don't you set up an excursion for us? I'm sure you have friends that travel locally and if you're not Kira nothing will go wrong and Ryuzaki can relax. Right?" You suggest.

"And if you are I'll have the pleasure of putting you behind bars."

"Fine. If that's what it takes." Light says. The familiar tugging at his lips starts but they never go into full bloom as if he's trying to hide it. Tomorrow you're finally going to find out what his game is and who he's playing it with.

Later that night when you were alone drinking tea while Lawliet ate cake the two of you discussed all the possible mistakes Light could make to prove he's Kira to everyone. Killing someone would be too obvious but he could make it look like an accident or even frame another person on the task force so that was possibility number one. Possibility number two is he finds a way to get Misa alone to do his bidding. That would be the easiest thing to do to get him out of the clear for everyone else but not the two of you since you know she's his accomplice. To prevent that from happening, you'll have Matsuda or Soichiro keep a close eye on her the entire excursion. There was another possibility that you didn't bring up on purpose. This was because if Lawliet knew he would be totally against it seeing as it would put him at risk but you realized the unusual pattern of all Kira's victims a long time ago. They all die of a heart attack, most have some kind a criminal record of some kind or they know Kira true identity before they die. Most importantly Kira's victims full name are always on public record except the one he wants to kill the most which sparked an idea. What if you gave Light L's real name? Would he try to use it? Most importantly would it work? Along with Mello and Near you were raised with Lawliet but there is the possibility that even the name you became fond of calling him wasn’t real. Deep inside you know he wouldn’t lie to you. He can’t.

The next day Light had arranged a day in Kamakura full of fun outside excursions everyone on the task force except Lawliet appreciated. To annoy him even more the disguise you chose to display was his wife. You knew if this plan was gonna work he couldn’t look like Lights stalker the way he focuses in on him and you two work better as a team so splitting up wasn’t an option. In case Light isn’t Kira (which is highly unlikely) and Kira manages to strike while you’re out Watari is at home monitoring local crime. Keeping a close eye on Light’s reactions you wrap your arm around Lawliet giving him a supportive pat. Light face remain stoic.

“See? Kira wouldn’t kill us in the middle of a crowded area like this. “ Matsuda happily claims as he holds up his oversized binoculars to look at The Great Buddha.

“In a crowd like this no one would notice anyway.” Lawliet mumbles.

“Oh don’t be such a hermit! You loved playing outside with me when we were children.” You say trying to gauge the boys but to your surprise the only one who asked was-

“Ryuzaki and f/n grew up together?!” Misa acts surprised. Oh to peak into her little mind.

“I was studying human interaction”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night dear” You kiss his cheek before dragging him by hand along and joining Matsuda ahead as he excitedly leads the pack.

“Is it me or is f/n enjoying her role a little too much?” Kanzo whispers to Soichiro who shrugs.

“We’ve been working hard the past few weeks. I’m sure she’s just having a little fun besides I don’t think it’s exactly one-sided.” Soichiro chuckles

Throughout the day the seven of you walk around every shrine, zen garden, and temple you can get close to while remaining a safe distance from Light and Misa who didn’t seem to be plotting anything just yet. Just two teenagers who might be serial killers without a care in the world. Lawliet grew frustrated.

“F/N”

“Yes, dear?” You tease but can’t help it when his cheeks turn a rosy red for a second.

“When exactly is this plan of yours supposed to start?”

“Patience honey all will make sense soon” You whisper seductively in Lawliets ear pulling him in to your embrace wrapping your arms around his neck. Begrudgingly knowing his role Lawliet wraps his arms around your waist in reciprocation. You notice Light staring at the two of you. From where he’s standing it looks as if you two are sharing secrets. He tries to hide his look of suspicion when you make eye contact but it’s too late. Like a spider you’ve spun him in your web making him helplessly anxious and maybe even frightened. Unable to contain it you smirk at him

“That’s right. You should be afraid” You whisper still in Lawliet’s embrace. For the first time all day he chuckles.

“If I didn’t know any better you’re turned on right now y/n” He whispers in your ear just as seductively as you did earlier. Given how awkward and standoffish he can be at times you didn’t know he was capable of that.

“Lawli- Ryuzaki!” You shriek but for a moment his hands squeeze your body. You almost said his real name out loud. Too loud. Did Light hear it? Shit

“Careful dear people will think you’re cheating on me” He says jokingly but you know it’s a threat. No, a promise. While you planned to leak it anyway to see if Light would try to kill him this is not how you wanted to come out. Shit shit shit.

And yet if you weren’t turned on before. You are now. Something about him matching your energy while being so close just did something to you and even though he’s a little pissed off he’s still hot.

“I’m gonna get you back for that”

“Likewise f/n” further emphasizing how pissed he is.

After walking for the majority of Lights excursion filled day in Kamakura the task force grew exhausted. Too tired to do anything else Light and Matsuda called around for places to retire for the night before returning to work tomorrow. Soichiro drove the rental to a spot near a beach, real low key vibes, perfect place for a late night swim with Lawliet. He’d never go for it. The seven of you were to be split rooms. Naturally you and Misa were in one room. Soichiro, Kanzo, Matsuda, and Light in the next room. Lawliet gets his own room so he can have a private discussion with Watari. This was the plan everyone agreed to until you got there.

“I’m sorry we only have one room left but if you five gentlemen don’t mind the hotel a little further down I can reserve a room for you” the hotel receptionist says. Looks like you and Misa are stuck here alone-

“I’ll stay with you” Lawliet stepped up.

“But who will watch Ligh-“ He cut you off

“I said I’m staying”

“Besides I think we can trust Light now,“ Shock was what you saw on Light's face now. If only for a moment but there was shock. Whatever plan there was to kill Lawliet might be dead now but then again this could've been a part of his plan all along.

When the two of you walked into the hotel there was one bed. As children sleeping together was better than being in cold bunks but as adults this predicament was a bit...awkward.

He let you shower and change into your pajamas first but as you wait in bed going over all your notes on Kira a nervous feeling stirs inside you. What if he mentions what happened earlier? What if he doesn't because he has other plans of ruining your life for almost ending his? Is he about to get in this bed with you?

"I hope you're not overthinking what happened earlier." He broke you out of your funk. You didn't even realize he had already gotten out of the shower. "I already gave Light my real name once. It won't work Y/N"

"Then why-"

"I figured if you were going to put my life in danger I'd scare you a little too. Reminds me of when we were kids." He laid down next to you in bed. For years there's been an invisible line between you that you so desperately wanted to cross.

A line you want to cross now more than anything.

"Can I ask you something?" You turn your body towards him but he remains on his back, facing the ceiling.

"Shoot"

"Do you remember when we were teenagers Mello locked us in a closet and I kissed you on accident but you wouldn't let me go until Watari let us out?"

"Yes"

"This feels a lot like that" He smiles as his body curls towards you.

"Are you saying you want to kiss me Y/N?" You scooted closer to him smirking.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" You leaned over him practically inches away from his lips yet he didn't flinch. He didn't move away but he didn't move any closer. He was just there. So you sighed and leaned ba-

"Please" He grabbed you by the shirt and pulled you back to him. He had a look in his eyes you've never seen before.

" In case I die"

"Wha-" He met your lips with his before you could ruin it. The two of you were alone. Truly alone for the first time in years and this time if it were his last Lawliet was going to get what he wanted almost as bad as he wanted Light behind bars. You.

You leaned down into his embrace not letting a breath escape between your lips. If you were going to die tonight it would not be Kira and you were okay with that.

The next day on the ride home neither of you spoke a peep making it seem like you'd gotten into a fight. Nobody really needed to know what really took place. When everyone went home for the day you were at it again neglecting the surveillance cameras and carefully watching Light. If this is how he gets you both so be it.

May the kiss of death satisfy the Gods that be.

A/N: HAPPY FLUFFTOBER!!!

#L Lawliet #L #Deathnote #L x Reader #Light Yagami #Kira #ladyzay #ladyzay Masterlist #Death Note #Ryuzaki #misa amane #lawliet x reader #ladyzaymasterlist #oneshot #fanfic #flufftober #fluff #flufftober2023 #31daysoffluff

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solxamber · 5 months ago

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Crisis Averted - Cater Diamond x reader

After a royal screw up, Cater is left scrambling trying to fix his mistake before you find out. Best part? You've known what he did from the start and you think it's hilarious.

It started out as a normal day. Sun shining, birds chirping, and Cater Diamond doing what Cater Diamond does best—being charming, taking selfies, and generally vibing. But today? Today was different. Today, something bad had happened. And Cater was in full-on crisis mode trying to fix it.

The problem? He’d accidentally erased an entire folder of your saved photos. Not just any folder, either—the one with all your most treasured memories. Birthday celebrations, vacations, goofy selfies of the two of you, everything. Gone. Deleted. Kaput.

Now, to most people, that might not seem like a big deal. But Cater knew better. Those pictures? They were important to you. You loved looking through them on rough days, getting lost in nostalgia, and reliving all those sweet moments. And now? Now they were digital dust, and he was freaking out.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no…” Cater muttered under his breath, pacing back and forth in his room. He tugged at his hair, his phone in one hand as he furiously scrolled through every possible "how to recover deleted photos" forum. “I am so dead…”

What Cater didn’t realize, however, was that you already knew. In fact, you’d known from the start. He wasn’t exactly subtle, and after the fifth time he started texting you, only to delete the message before you could read it, you had a pretty good idea that something was up. Honestly? It was kind of… cute. Watching him scramble to fix things like that, his usual cool and carefree attitude unraveling right before your eyes.

You decided to sit back and let the chaos unfold.

Meanwhile, Cater was in full-blown panic mode. He had no idea how you hadn’t noticed yet. He'd been avoiding you all day, coming up with the most ridiculous excuses for why he couldn’t meet up. His messages were starting to get weirder, too.

Cater: Heyyyyy, babe! Can we talk? Wait, no. Scratch that. Uhm, are you free? Like, soon?

Cater: Actually, no. Never mind. I’m busy. Super busy. The busiest. TTYL!

You stared at your phone, a smirk playing on your lips. He was so bad at this. Deciding to mess with him a little, you shot him a casual reply.

You: Sure, I’m free! Wanna hang out?

There was a solid three minutes of radio silence before Cater’s reply came in.

Cater: Haha, maybe later? I’ve got, uh… stuff. Very important unbirthday stuff.

You could practically feel the anxiety radiating through the text. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Back in his room, Cater was biting his nails, sweat beading on his forehead. “Okay, okay, okay. Gotta fix this, gotta fix this now,” he whispered to himself, pacing like a madman. He quickly uses split card, and suddenly, there were three Cater Diamonds standing in front of him, all looking equally panicked.

“Alright, team,” the original Cater said, clapping his hands together. “We’ve got a mission. We need to recover those photos before they notice anything.”

One of the clones raised an eyebrow. “How are we supposed to do that?”

“I don’t know!” Cater wailed. “That’s why we’re brainstorming!”

The clones exchanged a look before launching into a ridiculous plan. Clone One suggested hacking into your cloud account, while Clone Two thought maybe bribing one of your friends for a copy of the pictures might work. Neither idea was particularly realistic, but desperation was a powerful motivator.

“Alright, alright, calm down, me,” Cater said, rubbing his temples. “Let’s start with trying to recover the deleted files. If that doesn’t work, then we’ll… we’ll figure something out.”

The next few hours were a blur of Cater running around, trying every possible recovery trick in the book. He even roped his clones into checking your laptop, your external hard drives, and even the trash bin on your phone, all while sending you increasingly bizarre texts to keep you from getting suspicious.

Cater: Sooooo, what are you up to today? Got any fun plans? Not that I’m prying! Just curious!

You: Just chilling. You?

Cater: Oh, you know, vibing. Totally normal day here. Nothing weird happening.

You: Uh-huh. Sure.

By this point, you were just waiting for him to crack. And when he started sending his clones to “casually” check in on you—one pretending to drop by for a “totally innocent, nothing-to-see-here” visit—you had to bite back laughter.

The first clone showed up at your door, grinning nervously. “Hey! Just thought I’d swing by and say hi. You’re not, like, working on anything super important, are you?”

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Not really. Why?”

The clone scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting around. “No reason! Just checking! Everything’s fine! Great! Haha, okay, bye!”

And he was gone just as quickly as he’d appeared.

You leaned back in your chair, shaking your head. Poor Cater was really losing it. And you… well, you were having the time of your life watching him squirm.

Finally, after what must’ve been hours of frantic searching, Cater hit his breaking point. All of his clones were gone, exhausted from their efforts, and he was alone in his room, slumped over his desk, completely defeated.

“I’m doomed,” he muttered to himself, face in his hands. “They’re going to hate me. I’ve ruined everything…”

That was your cue. You figured you’d let him off the hook before he spiraled into a full-on meltdown. Casually, you made your way over to his room and knocked on the door.

“Cater? You in there?”

There was a long pause, and then the door slowly creaked open. Cater peeked out, looking like he hadn’t slept in days. “Oh, hey…” His voice was weak, his usual enthusiasm completely drained.

You smiled softly, stepping inside. “You okay?”

He let out a shaky laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. I mean, no. Actually, no, I’m really not okay. I screwed up, and I didn’t know how to fix it, and now you’re going to be so mad at me, and I just—”

“Cater,” you interrupted, placing a hand on his arm. “I already know.”

He froze, eyes wide. “You… what?”

You chuckled. “I knew the second you started acting weird. You accidentally deleted my photos, right?”

Cater stared at you, completely dumbfounded. “You knew?”

“Yup,” you said, grinning. “And honestly? Watching you try to fix it has been hilarious.”

He gaped at you, his face a mix of relief, confusion, and a tiny bit of betrayal. “You… you knew? And you didn’t stop me?!” He whines "You're so, so mean!"

You laughed, pulling him into a hug. “I thought it was kind of cute. Plus, I backed up the photos ages ago, so it’s not a big deal.”

Cater sagged against you, all the tension draining from his body. “Oh my Seven… I thought I was going to die from stress.”

You smiled, running a hand through his hair. “You’re not off the hook, though. You still owe me for all the chaos you put me through today.”

He groaned, burying his face in your shoulder. “Fair. Totally fair. But… thanks. For not being mad.”

“Who could be mad at you?” you teased. “You were way too entertaining.”

Cater finally pulled back, his usual grin returning, though there was still a hint of sheepishness in his eyes. “Well, I guess if you enjoyed the show, then it wasn’t a total disaster.”

You chuckled, ruffling his hair. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Diamond.”

He flashed you a wink, back to his old self again. “Oh, I know I am.”

And just like that, the crisis was averted.

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dewdropsonparchment · 3 months ago

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SDV Headcanons: Sam 2/?

I promise I sometimes think about the other characters (keyword: sometimes) but Sam's pull is just too strong, what's a girl to do, I've got to gravitate.

Sam having a crush headcanons:

Long, insisting stares. Nothing weird or uncomfortable, he'd just kind of get lost in thought looking at you, a faint smile plastered on his face and his eyes drinking in your every change in expression. If you caught him and called him out on it, he'd probably sheepishly apologize, grinning like a dummy and laughing about it. He might try to flirt if he felt comfortable enough, "sorry you kinda took my breath away just now". He's a bit of a goofy flirt.

Always scanning the area for a glimpse of you. Not to spy on you or anything, you'd just kind of be like his daily dose of sunshine and he'd just literally function on that energy he gets when he sees you. Not only that but he'd want to make sure you look ok. If you seemed tired or down, he'd try to help out and make you feel better. Sam really does care, and he'd want that smile of yours to be showing always.

He'd want to learn about whatever it is that you like and about your hobbies. Even if you were interested in something he wouldn't really have cared about prior to knowing you, he would research it and try to learn about it so he can bring it up when you're hanging out. He'd even go as far as trying it out with you if that was a possibility. The same way he loves for you to take an interest in his hobbies, he wants you to feel appreciated and comforted in the idea that he is genuinely interested in what makes you happy.

He would slowly yet surely try to use pet names when addressing you. At first he would maybe drop one jokingly, saying it in an overly exaggerated tone, and then it'd become some sort of habit. He'd call for your attention using it and enjoy the fact it was something special between the two of you.

Regardless of whether or not you felt the same way about him as he did you, Sam wouldn't want to lose your friendship. He would have fallen for you because of who you are and even if he had to let his crush go or keep it to himself, he wouldn't sacrifice any bit of the bond you share together no matter your feelings. If anything, he'd probably keep on admiring you and cherishing you, but he would try to make it so that he's not burdening you with it.

Sam is definitely big on PDA. He would want to be close to you. His arm brushing against yours, his head centimeters away from yours while you're showing him something on your phone or in a magazine, his hand gently resting on the small of your back, even touching your hands while he's daydreaming or talking about something he's especially passionate about... this man craves for your touch and he'll take as much as you give him as long as you're comfortable giving it. He'll respect your boundaries, no justification needed.

Sam wants to hug everyone. But especially you. Oh you're saying hello? Here's one as a morning treat. You've done something you're embarrassed or shy about? No worries, he's got you... he'll hide you in a strong warm bear hug. Feeling like the world is beating down on you? He'd hold you so tight you would feel like nothing else exists outside of him and his reassuring smell. There is nothing better than a hug for him to show you he's there and will be there for you no matter what.

He will bring you whatever reminds him of you. A flower on the way home that wore your favorite colors? It's yours now. That little keychain that looked cute and had your vibe? Hey, better have some spare space on that key ring clip. A new yummy pastry made of your favorite flavors his eyes stopped on while ordering his go-to pizza? It's free food delivery time o'clock baby. You might need some sort of box to store all of these if we're being honest because he just won't stop.

Sam would become very protective of you. He is very protective of the people he cares about in general, but with those feelings for you, he would want to make sure everyone knows that if they crossed you the wrong way he'd make them eat their audacity. Not that he believes that you can't handle yourself, he's actually quite proud to boast about how strong and cool and amazing you are at any given opportunity, but there's just that little itch in him that pushes him to want to make sure no harm is every in the way of getting done to you. If he had to take a punch for you, he'd do it and not bat an eye.

He will be your hype man. If you ever feel like shit or you can't make peace with yourself on a particular day, he'll throw those compliments at you as fast as Pierre would run after that 1 gold coin. And nothing disingenuous, it's all heartfelt and he means all of it. He won't let you beat yourself up, he'll make sure that his voice is louder than any other that might try to put you down, even your own. You are precious to him, and he will make it a point to have you know in excruciating details exactly why you are.

Another tell tale sign of his falling for you would be the changes in lyrics regarding the songs he usually hums to himself. While he'd usually go for empowering songs, falling for you he'd catch himself listening to slower, more romantic songs with all those sappy lyrics he kinda made fun of before. And he'd listen to them on repeat, lying down on his bed, looking at the ceiling and just picturing your face as the melody goes. He'd have them stuck in his head so much he'd mindlessly sing them around you or others. Seb wouldn't let him live it down.

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httpvomitello · 3 months ago

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Pretty Girls Fight Like This! ⊂⁠(⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)⁠*⁠.⁠✧

When Raph first met you, he didn’t know what to make of you. You were certainly unique—long, multi-colored hair that seemed to glow under the lair’s fluorescent lights, a bubbly personality that clashed with his tough-guy demeanor, and an aura of joy that was almost infectious.

But what really threw him off was the first time he saw you fight.

It was a routine patrol when the Kraang ambushed you and the turtles. Raph had expected to step in and protect you—after all, you didn’t exactly look like a fighter. But before he could charge in, you grabbed a Kraang droid by the arm, swung it over your shoulder, and sent it flying into a wall.

“Whoa!” Mikey yelled, nearly dropping his nunchucks.

“Where the shell did that come from?” Raph blurted, staring at you.

You dusted off your hands, smiling brightly. “Oh, I’ve always been strong. Comes in handy when fighting bad guys!”

Raph blinked, completely thrown off. You were stronger than you looked—stronger than him, even—and yet you carried yourself with such lightheartedness that it was hard to reconcile the two.

As time went on, Raph found himself intrigued by your quirks.

During a movie night at the lair, you polished off slice after slice of pizza without breaking a sweat.

“Damn, you eat like Mikey,” Raph said, watching as you reached for another slice.

You laughed, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “What can I say? Fighting bad guys works up an appetite!”

He smirked, shaking his head. “You’re somethin’ else.”

Then there were your outfits.

You had a habit of wearing bright, pastel-colored clothes that clashed hilariously with the dark, gritty atmosphere of the lair. Raph wasn’t sure whether to admire your boldness or shake his head in disbelief.

“You ever heard of stealth?” he asked one day, gesturing to your neon-pink jacket.

You grinned, twirling around to show off the outfit. “Stealth is overrated. Besides, I like feeling cute!”

Raph rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at his lips.

What really solidified Raph’s feelings for you, though, was a quiet moment in the lair.

He noticed you constantly tugging at your socks during training. They never stayed up, no matter how many times you adjusted them. At first, he didn’t think much of it, but the more he watched, the more it started to bother him.

The next time he went topside, he made a stop at a store and picked out a pair of long, durable socks. They weren’t flashy—just a simple black pair.

When he handed them to you, you blinked in surprise.

“Socks?” you said, holding them up.

“Yeah,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. “I noticed yours kept fallin’ down during training, so... figured these might help.”

Your eyes softened, and you gave him a warm smile. “Raph, that’s so sweet. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said quickly, trying to hide the redness creeping up his neck.

But you weren’t done. Without warning, you threw your arms around him in a tight hug, catching him completely off guard.

“You’re the best, Raph,” you said, squeezing him.

He froze for a moment before awkwardly patting your back. “Yeah, well... somebody’s gotta look out for you.”

From then on, Raph found himself going out of his way to spend time with you. Whether it was sparring, sharing a meal, or just hanging out in the lair, he couldn’t help but gravitate toward you.

You, in turn, started making small gestures to show your appreciation—bringing him snacks, cheering him on during training, and even surprising him with a custom wristband you’d made with your crafting skills.

“What’s this?” he asked when you handed it to him.

“It’s a wristband,” you said, smiling. “I figured it’d match your whole tough-guy vibe.”

Raph stared at the gift for a moment, his chest tightening with an unfamiliar warmth. “Thanks,” he said gruffly, slipping it onto his wrist.

But deep down, he couldn’t stop smiling.

Raph wasn’t used to letting people in, but with you, it felt natural. Your strength, your quirks, your unshakable optimism—it all made him want to be better, to protect you even though you didn’t need it.

And as you sat next to him one evening, laughing at Mikey’s antics and glowing in your brightly colored outfit, Raph realized that he didn’t just like you. He cared about you, more than he’d ever thought possible.

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yourbiggestcrybaby · 3 months ago

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Letters (Part Three)

(Part one)

(Part two)

ClarisseLaRuexAphrodite!Fem!Reader

No warnings I think

As your “training sessions” progress, you realise that you and Clarisse have gotten close, really close. You know you like her and you want to tell her. With the help of one of your sisters, you plan a surprise for Clarisse to show her how you feel. You discover something rather surprising in the process.

It had been a few weeks since your first training session with Clarisse, and things were looking up. The sessions were not only a way to hang out with your secret crush; they also were proving to be really helpful. Of course you were already strong and pretty good with a sword, but now? You were one of the best. You were kicking ass on the battlefield and loving every minute of it, especially when you saw the surprised faces of those who used to underestimate you.

The two of you had originally been meeting just once a week, but Clarisse had suggested more frequent sessions, insisting you “needed the extra help”. You knew better—it was obvious she enjoyed your company. So, what started as weekly meetings soon turned into daily drills and soon enough, even having your lunches together. Before you knew it, you were practically a regular at the Ares cabin.

Of course amidst the good, there was always going to be bad. A few of the Ares were not particularly fond of you. One boy in particular, Dylan, despised you. He had no reason too apart from his own biases.

You'd been with Clarisse. It was a Sunday, so the two of you had been doing what most teenagers did on a Sunday, absolutely nothing. You had sported a cute pink bow in your hair, as did many of the Aphrodite kids. You hadn't thought much of it as it was your usual attire. Dylan did not like it. He had never been particularly kind to you but for some reason this really aggravated him. He'd been making snide remarks about it all day, but at some point he had decided that wasn't enough. He had clasped his grubby fingers on your ribbon and pulled violently, jerking your head backwards. Of course, you were enraged, but before you could retaliate, Clarisse had jumped to your defense. She had stood up and punched him in the face so hard that he fell back, cursing and clutching his bleeding nose.

Needless to say the rest of her siblings started treating you with more respect after that. Obviously you were annoyed at the whole situation but you thought about it for days after. Clarisse had been at your defense immediately. You couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

As your friendship with Clarisse blossomed, the vibe between you two became more relaxed and easygoing. Training sessions turned into laughing fits, and lunches turned into impromptu gossip sessions. But amidst all the fun, you couldn’t help but feel almost empty. Of course it was great being her friend, but it was gut wrenching at the same time. You were hopelessly in love with her and it wasn’t like you could just ignore your feelings - you spent too much time with her for that.

As the days passed and your feelings for Clarisse deepened, you found yourself increasingly troubled. You went to one of your Aphrodite sisters, hoping for guidance.

She knew you well and so with a sympathetic smile, she welcomed you and sensing your turmoil, asked "What's been bothering you?".

Taking a deep breath, you poured out your heart, confessing your unspoken love for Clarisse and the fear that gripped you at the thought of revealing your feelings. "I don't know what to do," you admitted, your voice wavering with uncertainty.

Your sister listened intently, offering words of comfort and encouragement. "Confessing may seem daunting, but it's also liberating. You deserve to be true to yourself and your feelings."

"But what if she doesn't feel the same way?" you asked, your voice tinged with fear.

"Even if she doesn't return your feelings, at least you'll have clarity," your sister replied gently. "And who knows? She might surprise you."

Of course you were nervous, but you couldn’t keep living like this. I mean come on! You were the daughter of love, you couldn’t hide from it. So it was decided. You were going to confess your feelings to Clarisse. It sounded easier than it really was and you spent the next few days contemplating how you were going to pull it off. Should you opt for a more grandiose gesture? Did Clarisse like that kind of stuff or would she prefer something more understated?

Eventually, you decided you had waited long enough. you knew you had to tell her. You had decided on a modest yet heartfelt approach - a handwritten letter which you placed in a pale pink envelope. You had spent hours writing it, agonizing over which adjectives to use and the loops of your cursive handwriting. Eventually you decided it was ready so you snuck over to the Ares cabin. You knew you would be alone as Clarisse was occupied training with her siblings. Entering the dorm, you made your way over to Clarisse’s bed. Where would you put it? The thought of placing it on her crimson bed sheets seemed too cliche and you knew there was a chance of one of her siblings finding it before her. You wanted it to be romantic. You scanned her area to find a spot where you could place your letter.

Your gaze fell upon her desk and you decided one of its drawers would be a fitting place. Before you could place the letter down, something interesting caught your attention. A brown leather bound book lay there and on it was the word “diary”. This was news to you, you didn’t realize she had a diary and to be honest, you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the idea of the tough Clarisse spilling her innermost thoughts onto the pages of this book. Of course you knew you shouldn’t look inside but the temptation was just too overwhelming. With trembling hands, you opened it and scanned through the first few pages. Her initial entries only consisted of scattered doodles and mundane to do lists but soon genuine reflections began to emerge. A random one drew your attention but as you kept reading, you were in disbelief. Clariss’s entry was about a girl. Clarisse had been watching this girl for a while and had always considered her beautiful, but she never thought much more of it.

You kept reading

She wrote about how she had spent time with this girl. How she had recently discovered how her beauty wasn’t skin deep, how this girl was kind and sweet and gentle. She wrote about how she was scared of this girl finding out about her love because she thought that a girl like her could never love Clarisse back.

Was this diary entry about you?

Suddenly, a noise caught your attention from behind, causing you to whirl around. There stood Clarisse, her expression a mix of confusion and then embarrassment as she caught sight of what you were holding.

"What are you doing?" she asked, moving forward to retrieve the diary from your hands.

"Clarisse—" you began, but she interrupted, her panic evident in her voice.

"You weren't supposed to see that," she admitted

You hesitated for a moment, slightly taken aback by Clarisse's Vulnerability. However, as you met her gaze, your resolve strengthened.

"I know I wasn't supposed to see it," you replied gently, "But I did, and... Clarisse, there's something I need to tell you."

Her eyes widened in surprise as you held out a pale pink envelope, its contents—the handwritten letter—nestled within. Clarisse hesitated, her hand hovering over the envelope.

"What's this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"It's... it's for you," you admitted, feeling a rush of nerves coursing through you. "I wrote it because... because there are things I need to say, things I've been wanting to tell you for a while now."

Clarisse's gaze softened, and you could see the wariness in her expression begin to fade. Slowly, tentatively, she reached out and accepted the envelope from you, her fingers brushing against yours in a fleeting touch.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she broke the seal and withdrew the letter. As she unfolded the paper, you watched anxiously, your heart pounding in your chest.

Silence filled the air as Clarisse's eyes scanned the handwritten words, her expression shifting from surprise to curiosity, and finally to a soft smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. You held your breath, waiting for her reaction, unsure of what she would say.

She looked up at you, smiling, and without warning, she closed the distance between you with an abruptness that took your breath away.

Her lips crashed against yours in a fervent kiss. It was passionate and soft all at the same time - a collision of desire and longing finally satiated.

You guessed your sister was right, Clarisse La Rue did surprise you.

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m1ssunderstanding · 9 months ago

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Let it Be Close-watch

Paul, sweety, it's beautiful, but it's killing the vibe.

Ringo looks like a very old, very tired lab rat whose been put through the maze a few too many times

Somehow the air-brown mostly eaten apple is very appropriate.

She looks far too sweet here to ever let John down. Yoko has very kind eyes.

I love how it makes it seem like Paul and John are calling Maxwell “the corny one” but really we know from Get Back that they're talking about a particular arrangement they were trying out for Don't Let me Down.

I swear he's saying “John” there, not “Joan” and also he said “came down upon His head” so… Oh! And Max died in the end in this version? “Sure that Max was dead” Okay. So Paul kills John and then himself. Murder suicide story. Yeah, Paul, you're doing great mentally, we can all tell.

I love how George getting electrocuted was important enough to make the cut for both films. Poor baby. “If this boy dies you're gonna cop it” from the guy who was just singing about a serial killer.

They're so silly

Yoko does not agree with me

Paul: stealing your man, sweetheart. John: oh no I'm being stolen teehee!

They're so silly

Oh wait, were those bitchy looks at George??? Because there he is. Idk could easily be him or Yoko.

this poor autistic baby trying to use words (not his language) to explain music (his language)

“Good MoOornin! Wooah!” I think I just … You know how Mike said people were booing Paul in the theater watching this? Yeah it's because they were pissed he didn't step out of the screen and onto their necks.

Oh Michael put himself in his own movie too? Huh, cool.

They are always in my heart

The way Paul says “get on the mic” to John??? I would've thrown something, that was so fucking bossy! Just his tone and his face and his angry pointing fingers. So mean. And John just goes “okaaay”. Oof.

Ringo covering his eyes like a little kid watching a scary movie during the orange sweater fight. Same, babe.

Sounds like the original lyric John's going for is something long “All I want is you. Nothing else is gonna do.” But that obviously didn't fit with the tune. I wonder if there was a particular conversation with Paul being controlling that made the “everything has got to be the way you want it to” line click in.

Oh my gosh! So George is showing I Me Mine to Ringo and Paul and he says the “I don't give a fuck it can go in musical” line before he even plays it. Not after John's making fun of him like he does in Get Back. Nagra reels experts: which one is correct??

George: it's a heavy waltz. Ringo:*claps hands angrily and punches the air to a ¾ beat. I love him, he's like the core of “Beatle humor” to me.

Woah there! Okay this is the John/Yoko pda Peter Jackson cut, I see. I wonder if there's a lot more footage of them swapping spit that might make the “oh John was just so in love” theory more reasonable.

It's extremely impressive that George just wrote this whole thing last night. You know? John and Paul have brought in all fragments from what I can tell. He's the only one to come in with a basically finished product.

LMAO and we're just going to Apple now. No reason. Nothing happened. Nothing to see. Moving on.

Ringo is so so cute pretending to hide from the cameras. Really he should've been the cute one.

Is it just me or does Paul drop the sillies and get sad when he sings “always be mine” at John? It's his regular voice, too, for a minute, if I'm not mistaken.

Silly cuties. But John's grin and little sexy tongue action happens the second time Paul sings always be mine, so…

What friendly artistic collaboration looks like when it's not psychosexual

Paul: have you played the dubs? George: yeah. Terrible. Paul: Great! Ringo: terrible. John: laughs Paul: (sarcastic) oh, so dreadful. …. John: where's my guitar? Paul: (still sarcastic) well we're just the greatest band ever. Idk I just like this dialogue. It's very them, you know?

This is adorable.

But I also love how they're already communicating with eyebrows, you know? They just bonded so fast and I find that beautiful.

And then Heather ups their game from taking turns going “chchchchch” into the mic to meowing into the mic. She looks at Paul like “okay your turn” and he sets her down lol he's thinking ‘if I meow into the mic right now after John already had a sex dream last night about me, he might actually cream his pants and we can't have that on camera’

Lol Billy just magically appeared!

Paul you're literally so annoying. You started the goofing off and now you're like “alright lads, that's enough.” Mkay.

He is unbelievably sexy and talented though so you know he does have those little things going for him. Someone write me a Paul/Billy fic please!!

Kinda crazy how they all four just slide straight from “Kansas City” to “Miss Ann” to “Lawdy Miss Claudy”. Makes me think of something they might've done in Hamburg.

I'm sorry but Paul finishes “please don't excite me baby. I'm down in misery.” And John's immediate answer is, “well you can get it if you want it, and if you want it you can get it!” And Paul ends up singing “I want it I want it I want it I want it”. Nice. Very subtle, boys. And that's before John gets kinky.

I love how Heather just forces a hug from George and then immediately runs away. What a cutie.

But really. How did anyone watching this get the idea that John hated Paul? Just confirmation bias I guess?

All the cut off conversations kill me but especially the one where John's working though Paul's anxieties. They're just in the middle of it and then cut. “two of us Sunday driving…”

Someone should do a study of whistling in their songs. I feel like it's another one of their tip offs that “hey this one is about us” Anyway I love John's whistling here. He's so good at it. I can just imagine him as some farm boy picking apples, you know?

Imagine booing this poor stay puppy though, like. What? I mean, what if Johann Weiner was wrong and John wasn't crying at the sight of him and Paul playing triumphant together on the rooftop, but at Paul playing his little heart out about their doomed love. Idk it's probably both. Let's be real, John was bawling through the whole thing.

What is George laughing at? Picture quality is garbage because evil corporations don't let you take screenshots of their content, but he looks like that one kid in your elementary school class that just dumped Cheetos all over his crushes desk and thinks he's a criminal mastermind.

Also I do appreciate all the attention given in the chosen shots to the musicianship. I bet they liked that at least if they had the heart to like anything about the movie at the time.

I'm sorry but I love how in sync Mo and Paul are. With this ducking and later the shimmying. I know it's wrong to ship Ringo’s wife with one of the Beatles she didn't sleep with, but… idk I really want her to have bedded all four at one point, you know? She deserves it, being an og.

Okay but yeah I'd be having a public meltdown if I fumbled that too holy fucking shit

Ringo feeling himself as he should

George just looks like he smells nice. Unlike the others. You know?

John has such a beautiful smile. If somebody looked at me like that I'd put him up on a giant screen behind me on my world tour after he'd been dead for forty years too.

That pleeeaaaheeeaaase though. Looking at Paul. How did he survive I'll never know.

The cut from screaming Paul to grouchy nap lady is extremely painful.

John was so cool in this concert. Like the epitome of cool.

Kevin, my love, thank you for your service

I love Yoko leaning so far and craning her neck. She's like a mom at a school talent show. Like “I only came to see my baby.” Type vibe. Which is exactly what she's doing, unlike Mo, and honestly I find both of them extremely valid

You know in movies where the romantic leads are never looking at each other at the same time?

I think I watched George and John switching back on their amps like fifty times because I just love it so much. And from this angle, you can see John's saying something to Paul about it. He looks serious and he's shaking his head. I wonder what he's saying.

Mal Evans I love you forever for this. Look at his hand on the rail, just blocking them off completely, so protective.

Them turning to each other at the end always gets me. It's automatic, like second nature, and it's the last time ever. They deserved better.

Oh Darling duet in the credits are you fucking kidding me??? Was that in the original? “Believe me, when I tell you.” “Oh I do.” That's the second time that they gave away in this footage that they know they're talking to each other in their music.

Alright, that's it, I guess. And then MLH is haunted by this experience for forty years until he makes Two of Us to purge the demons.

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #let it be

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blakeswritingimagines · 11 months ago

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My Mother Told Me

Summary: Falling prey to Aemond and becoming his new plaything.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Slight dub-con vibes but your into it. Sub male reader

Word count: 4.1k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Aemond would slowly start walking behind you through a market, matching your pace so that he could keep an eye on you. You might notice how close he was if paying attention, and that if Aemond were to reach out his hand he could easily grab the hem of the cloak you were wearing and pull you closer into his arms. The Targaryen wouldn’t talk, and would simply follow you, just close enough not to look out of place, but not so far as to lose sight of you. Your eyes widened when you heard the footsteps behind you but didn't think much about it at first. You recognized the stride, it could only belong to Prince Aemond. Who didn't seem too far away he could be no one else. There was a flicker of surprise in your eyes before you nodded to him politely.

As you turned around you would find that Aemond had not changed his distance at all. Not even his expression. He just kept on looking at you like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be standing behind you so closely, keeping pace with you. He did, however, notice his little flicker of surprise. He couldn’t help but smile at that. Aemond’s lips curled into a thin smile, revealing a set of sharp teeth, when he noticed your eyes on him. He was not surprised that you would finally notice his presence, he was not trying to be particularly stealthy, after all. He let out a small chuckle when he saw the flicker of surprise in your eyes. It was adorable, truly. However, he was not done yet, and his voice spoke from that grin full of deadly teeth. “Did you have somewhere exciting to go, my dear?”

You felt shy in response to Aemond's sharp tone and the comment. "Y-yes… I was heading to the library to-to…" Your speech faltered, a hint of nervousness creeping into your voice. You couldn't bring yourself to look at Prince Aemond as you spoke, "…to read a bit before heading to bed but-," you answered him with a polite smile but you could feel the cold, sharp edge of Aemond Targaryen in his tone. It sent a shiver down your spine, the prince gave you the feeling of being a lion, and you a lamb. Aemond would raise an eyebrow as he watched in amusement as you struggled to finish your sentence, taking notice of how embarrassed you were becoming, clearly embarrassed by Aemond’s presence. The prince would not even allow you to finish your answer before he spoke once more. “Oh, is that so? I just so happen to be going to the library as well. It seems my destination happens to match yours. So, how about it… we walk there together?”

Aemond’s grin would grow in response to all of this. He loved all of this, truly. You were so cute and adorable when you acted like this. The prince was starting to enjoy himself now. He loved playing the role of predator. It was fun to make you stutter, to see you flustered and nervous. Perhaps this time he would go a bit further. He walked closer, not quite entering your personal space, but not exactly giving you any room to move away either. You looked up into Prince Aemond's dark eyes with wide eyes. It was clear that you were nervous and intimidated just by the tall prince's presence alone. Aemond's predatory grin and sharp tone made you feel almost like his prey, you took a small step back to try and put some space between you both, only to realize the prince was already there. You found yourself flustered as Aemond's tone seemed to shift into something else entirely, more playful, more taunting. The prince was toying with you, you could feel that just from the way he spoke to you. He was enjoying himself, he couldn't hide that fact. You looked around and saw that you were completely alone with the Targaryen prince. No one was around to interfere or do anything. Aemond was enjoying your company. He truly was the predator and you the prey. Suddenly, a shiver ran down your spine.

Aemond noticed the movement. A step back, a little fear, some nervousness. This was exactly how he liked it. He wanted his prey to be timid and afraid. He wanted his prey to know it was prey, and to know he was the predator. He enjoyed it. He saw fear in your eyes, and he grinned. He took another step forward, now fully invading your personal space. Now his eyes were so close you could stare into one another’s irises. Aemond smiled when he saw that he had you right where he wanted you. In his own hands. The two were completely alone. He looked at you before letting out a small chuckle, his body language showing that he was comfortable and having fun. “You know, the library is not open for much longer. We could always go to my chambers…” Aemond's words came as a slap to your face. The Prince knew what he was suggesting, and he was so blunt about it, and yet… a strange feeling of excitement and tension flooded through you. You felt like a deer caught in headlights. Aemond was enjoying this, he was having fun.

He was making you nervous and scared while he himself was completely relaxed… almost as if he was enjoying it. You wanted to turn and run, but couldn't. 'His chambers?… His chambers? What would they do there?' You couldn't help but think Aemond’s breath was hot against your skin. You couldn’t breathe. You were sweating all over your body and practically choking. You couldn’t even make a single word, you wanted to say no, but your body and mind were telling you another story. Aemond could see he had cornered his prey. You were clearly nervous and intimidated. Your eyes were wide with fear and your breathing was rapid. You wanted to run, but you were frozen, and Aemond could see that too. This made his grin bigger, and he leaned forward more, so now his face was barely 5 centimeters away from you. He said nothing, he just stared, enjoying every single second of this. With some pleasure, he felt his hands trembling with anticipation, wanting to grab you. His lips curled into a sharp grin as he waited for what you would do.

Your body was hot in embarrassment. You were a mess. You were so confused about all these feelings, feelings you had never felt before. Every time Aemond came closer, your body trembled with pleasure and anticipation. "W-Why can't I move?" You whispered under your breath, as you tried to take a step back, but you just couldn't. Why were you so frozen? Why were you enjoying this so much? Aemond made you feel so… special. You didn't reply right away. You looked at Aemond closely, your breathing quick and shallow. Your heart seemed to beat right out of your chest, your thoughts a jumble of panic and confusion. Slowly, you managed to speak, your voice breaking. "M-my prince… I-" You hesitated again before clearing your throat and straightening your shoulders. You made a decision. You knew what he wanted, whatever the consequences. "I want… I want to go to your chambers." You whispered with a shaky jaw.

The prince felt a jolt run through his body. An almost animalistic desire to grab you and claim you as his prize. A desire to show everyone who was in control. A desire to make you feel weak. A desire you had never before felt to this degree. The desire to control. Aemond’s eyes glowed as he stared at you in front of him, you were looking at him with eyes that now seemed filled with lust. Aemond was not surprised at your answer, although he thought you would’ve put up more of a fight. That just made it all the more fun. The prince liked to see you flustered and confused and so scared. But now he saw something that was equally as pleasing. He saw desire. Uncontrollable, and undeniable. The Prince was almost amused at this development, but he had to keep it together and not show his true emotions, so he merely grinned. His lilac eyes pierced through to your soul.

“Good. Come along.” Aemond’s lips curled up into a smile of satisfaction as he witnessed your answer. A smile that was full of deadly intention. The prince could feel that you were his to take. You were not strong enough to resist him, and he knew it. He wanted you. Aemond let out a small chuckle at this. He knew it was a true victory when you could already barely even speak. The prince could see how you were shaking, and how your breath was still heavy. He would enjoy this night with you. Your own lips curved into a slight smile, albeit it was shaky and nervous. You could hardly believe that you were actually going to the prince's chambers. You were scared shitless, yet at the same time, you were also excited. You were feeling a mix of both feelings. Your body was trembling as you followed Aemond from the market through the halls of the castle, your heart beating like crazy. You wondered what would happen when you arrived, but deep inside you already knew. You were completely in the prince's hands.

You walked to the prince's quarters, and your every step weighed with uncertainty. You couldn't help but feel utterly helpless… and utterly excited at the same time. Aemond Targaryen was like poison. You knew you should not have come. But there was something inside you, something exciting that made you want to stay. A feeling you had never felt before. The longer you walked, the stronger your desires became. Prince Aemond’s quarters were as magnificent as anyone would expect. Dragon-themed paintings adorned the walls, along with several green tapestries that were embroidered with golden accents. You walked alongside Aemond as he walked with confidence, a sense of authority in his tone and strides that you lacked, even now. He led you into his bed chamber, which was just as imposing and regal as the rest of his private quarters.

Aemond led you into his chambers. Once the two of you were within his space, Aemond locked the door behind him, not wanting anyone to intrude upon his private time with his long-awaited prey. He turned to you and walked closer until you were only inches from each other, he tilted his head slightly, a smug look settling on his face as he studied you with his sharp eyes. The prince's sharp gaze caused a shiver to run down your spine, though you didn't look away. Something about the way Aemond stared at you made you feel even more nervous, yet even more excited. Your heart was racing so fast it felt like it was going to explode. You couldn't help feeling a little breathless as Aemond approached you. He was getting closer and closer. Your mind was screaming at you to run, to stop this insanity, but your limbs were like lead and you couldn't move.

You looked as Aemond examined you up and down with those sharp eyes of his. Again, you could feel your stomach fluttering. He was so close to you that you could hardly breathe. You were scared to death, yet excited at the same time. You could feel the prince's eyes roaming over your body and you shivered again slightly. Aemond was so close to your body that he might as well have been touching you already. You stood before the Dragon Prince like a lamb before the slaughter. “You look very cute when you are nervous,” Aemond whispered the words into your ear. He then leaned closer for a moment, as if he were going to kiss you, only to pull back and smirk, the same playful grin that he had been wearing this whole time. It was a tease, nothing more. But it was enough to keep you on the edge, wondering what would come next and when would he do something. Aemond was having too much fun with this.

Aemond continued to examine you closely, taking in every detail of your appearance. His gaze lingered on your slender frame, noting how delicate it appeared compared to his own powerful build. As he studied your face, he found himself drawn to your expressive eyes that seemed to hold both fear and desire within them. "You are quite beautiful," he said softly, "but I am afraid there is no avoiding this." He reached out and gently brushed one finger against your cheek before moving closer and pressing your bodies together. Your hard cocks pressed against each other through your pants, creating an intense sensation that sent shivers down both your spines. You looked as Aemond examined you up and down with a dark look in his eyes. Again, he was so close to you. You could hardly breathe due to the prince's eyes roaming over your body and you shivered slightly. Aemond was so close to your body that he might as well have been touching you already. You stood before the Dragon Prince like a lamb before the slaughter.

Aemond felt a surge of pleasure as he heard a gasp and saw your body respond to his touch. He knew he had found something special in you, and he couldn't wait to explore every inch of you. His cock throbbed with desire as he pressed against your soft curves, eager to claim you completely. "I can feel how much you want me, little one. Let me show you just how good it can be when a dragon takes control." He whispered into your ear, his voice low and seductive, as if promising you something truly special as he laid you down. As Aemond whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, You could feel yourself getting even more excited. The thought of being taken by a powerful creature like a dragon was both terrifying and exciting, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable to his desires. Your heart raced as you looked up at Aemond's face, trying to read his expression and gauge whether or not he was going to be gentle with you. Despite your fear, there was an undeniable attraction between you that seemed impossible to ignore, and as Aemond began to kiss down your neck, taking small bites along the way, you found yourself wanting more of whatever he was offering.

As Aemond's finger traced along your jawline, followed by his thumb stroking over your lower lip as if teasing you even more, you couldn't help but moan softly and lean into the touch. You wanted more, needed more – and you knew deep down that there was nowhere he could run or hide from this moment. With a final sigh, you pushed any remaining reservations aside and tilted your head back to look up at the towering prince above you."Take off your pants," Aemond ordered firmly, his voice resonating with authority and desire. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should obey the command right away. But then you remembered where you were and who you were dealing with - the mighty Dragon Prince. Reluctantly, you pulled down your pants and underwear, leaving you completely naked before Aemond. You felt exposed and vulnerable, but also strangely empowered by the act of submission. As soon as your pants hit the floor, you heard the sound of fabric tearing and realized that Aemond was stripping off his own clothing as well. The sudden realization that the prince was about to be just as naked as you made your heart race even faster. You watched as Aemond's pants were discarded, revealing the massive dragon cock beneath.

The sight of you complying, pulling off your clothes to reveal your hardened member nestled within tight black briefs, sent a surge of arousal through Aemond. Your fully erect cock throbbed and leaked pre-cum as you waited for Aemond's next command. You felt incredibly exposed in front of the powerful dragon prince, but you knew you had to obey whatever the prince told you to do. You were here to please and to submit to everything Aemond demanded from you. As soon as you were fully naked, Aemond reached down and grabbed onto his cock firmly. The dragon prince's hand wrapped around it tightly and began to stroke it expertly, coating it with precum from his own dragon sex organ.* "Now, prepare yourself for me," Aemond's large dragon cock sprung free from the confines of his pants with a loud rip, immediately standing at full attention and throbbing visibly. The sight of it made your mouth water and your own member twitch in anticipation.

The prince showed off how it was clear that he was just as eager for this encounter as you were. Without saying another word, Aemond approached you and positioned himself directly behind you closely. He wrapped one arm around your waist while reaching forward with the other hand to grab onto the base of his own cock. You gulped audibly as you saw Aemond's massive dragon cock spring free from his pants. It was huge - bigger than anything you had ever seen before. The monstrous length and girth of it made you feel small and insignificant in comparison. But despite these feelings of inferiority, you knew that you had to take it all in and embrace your new role as a submissive sex toy. Making you squirm with pleasure and discomfort at the same time. "Yes, Sir," you whispered, mustering all your courage to address the prince respectfully while also showing your obedience. The thought of being filled by something so large and powerful made you tremble slightly, but you knew you had to get ready for it.

When Aemond commanded you to prepare. You didn't hesitate for a second. You positioned yourself on all fours on the bed and spread your legs wide apart, exposing your hole to the dragon prince. You bit your lower lip lightly and looked up at Aemond with pleading eyes, hoping that he would take pity on you and make the impending penetration quick and painless. Aemond looked down at your spread legs and nodded approvingly, impressed by the immediate compliance. He could sense your nervousness and eagerness mixed together, which only served to amplify his own arousal. Slowly but surely, he began to push himself inside of your tight entrance, filling you up completely to the brim, allowing you enough time to brace yourself for impact. As he let you adjust, Aemond's hips slowly moved in and out of your waiting hole. With a deep breath, he finally pushed forward, driving the thick head of his cock deep into your tight entrance. The feeling was overwhelming, and you let out a loud moan as you bucked against the mattress in surprise and discomfort.

You gasped as Aemond's massive cock pushed into you, filling you up in ways you'd never felt before. The sheer size of the dragon prince's member made you feel like you were being consumed alive. The pain was excruciating, but at the same time, it was exhilarating because you knew that you were submitting completely to the will of the dominant creature standing above you. The tight ring of muscles of your entrance clenched involuntarily as Aemond's enormous girth stretched you open, causing you to whimper softly in pain and pleasure. You let out a long, low moan as Aemond's enormous cock forced its way inside you, stretching you painfully wide. Your eyes watered and you bit your bottom lip hard, trying to keep from crying out in full view of the dragon prince. The sheer size and girth of Aemond's cock made you feel like you were being violated by a beast, but at the same time, there was something primal and exciting about it that made you unable to resist completely.

Despite the initial discomfort, you knew that you had to remain obedient and submissive. You knew that Aemond must've expected you to take everything the dragon prince had to give without protest or resistance. "Fu-uck…" You managed to choke out between gasps for air, "It's big… so big…" Aemond's cock pulsed as it entered your tight entrance, filling you up completely. The sound of your breathy moans and cries only served to heighten his arousal further. He watched with satisfaction as you struggled to adjust to the immense size of his member, knowing that it was exactly what he desired from you. With each slow push forward, he drove deeper into your body until he was buried balls-deep inside your tight confines. As he began to thrust powerfully into your welcoming hole, Aemond's hips slapped against your ass cheeks with each forceful motion, causing them to quiver and jiggle enticingly.

Aemond's cock continued to push deeper into your tight hole until the thick root of his cock buried itself balls-deep within the hot depths of your body. He could feel every inch of resistance given by your tight entrance, and he relished in the challenge of breaking you down and claiming your body entirely. With a grunt, Aemond pulled back his hips slightly before driving forward once more, pushing another inch of his girthy length into your quivering rear. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed throughout the room as Aemond's cock continued to stretch and fill your up completely. "That's right, little one," he rumbled in a voice that sounded like thunder, "Take all of me." Your moans grew louder and more desperate as Aemond's massive cock continued to force its way deeper into your tight hole. The painful sensation was both unbearable and exhilarating, the thought of being filled up completely by such a powerful creature sent shivers down your spine once more.

Between gasps for air, you managed to choke out, "I-I can take it… I-I'll take all of you." Your words were spoken with determination, reflecting the conflicting emotions coursing through your mind and body. Aemond's voice boomed with satisfaction as he heard your promise to take him fully. His cock twitched with anticipation, eager to claim every last inch of your tight rear. With each pullback and drive forward, he pushed deeper against your prostate, eliciting groans of pleasure and pain from the submissive human beneath him. As Aemond's cock reached its final depths within your bowels, he held still for a moment, letting the two of you adjust to each other. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he began to withdraw partially before slamming back into place with a force that left you gasping for breath. Aemond's cockhead nudged against the entrance of your anal ring, teasing at the sensitive spot just beyond where he was currently buried inside you.

The dragon prince could sense you were on the verge of climaxing, and he decided to use this opportunity to further break down the submissive's control over your own body. With a grunt, Aemond pulled out of your ass slowly until only the thick root of his cock remained embedded deep within the tight entrance. Then, with a sudden thrust, he drove back inside your defiled hole, hitting that sensitive spot on the way in and sending waves of pleasure and pain shooting through your entire body. "Come for me," you let out a long, low groan as Aemond's cockhead teased at the entrance to your anal ring, making you feel incredibly vulnerable and exposed. You knew that you were helpless to stop what was happening to you and that only added to the intensity of your arousal and submission. "Ahhhh.." You cried out as Aemond's massive cock drove back inside you. The combination of sensations threatened to overwhelm you, but you clenched your teeth and fought to hold onto control as best you could. "Nghh.." You let out a high-pitched wail as Aemond's cock teased you mercilessly.

You lost control completely, letting out a torrent of orgasmic releases that shook your entire body. "Ahhh!" You screamed in ecstasy, your cum shooting out in thick ropes as you climaxed uncontrollably beneath the massive dragon cock still invading your ass. "I'm cumming!" Aemond's cock throbbed and pulsed as he watched you lose control and climax beneath him, releasing a torrent of warm, sticky cum that oozed out of your tight cock. The sight of your body trembling and convulsing in pleasure was incredibly arousing for the dragon prince, who reveled in the power he held over the shaking form below him. As you screamed in pleasure and relief, Aemond continued to pump his enormous cock in and out of the submissive's ass, milking every last drop of pleasure from your overloaded body. He couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself, finding amusement in seeing how completely consumed by lust and desire you had become since now becoming his personal plaything. "Good boy."

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mayasaurusss · 11 days ago

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yoyoyoyo what if this time it’s reader who is a werewolf? and reader is with jackie, jackie doesn’t know until eventually she finds out because they panick and tell her. she is a little apprehensive but then she warms up to it. eventually she gets used to all of it, reader’s body heat, how they can retract their teeth, the way their eye colour changes. and in the bedroom? she wants to hear them growl in her hair and go absolutely primal as she gets strapped down just bc she’s a lovely pillow princess bunny. if it can be sweet and smutty that’d be awesomeee also keep up the good work ur writing is amazing ;)

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Hello new anon! Thank you for your request and encouragment! It's what keeps my blog going!

Contents: genderneutral reader, adult timeline Jackie, strap can be read as dick,smut.

The blood stuck to your skin like dried concrete; the smell of iron, which was so delicious before, now stanks and sticks to your bathroom walls, making the whole place smell like a butcher shop. You are lucky that today she's not home, having gone to meet up with her old soccer team from highschool. You are sure she would leave you instantly if she saw you like this, and would probably call the cops on you. You wouldn't blame her.

Keeping that secret of yours from your lovely girlfriend has proved to be a harder task than you had thought.

You scrub away at your skin with hot water and soap, resigning to tweeze out the bigger chunks with your fingers. When all is done, you find scratches on your skin, probably left from the struggle. Without a doubt, Jackie will ask you about them, and you will have a hard time explaining their source.

"A cat attacked me" or "I fell off the stairs" doesn't work anymore on her. And, if it happens one more time, she might start to think you are somehow cheating on her. With a sigh, you apply some concealer where the scars are, and hope for the best.

Jackie would take some time to get adjusted to all of...this. Now that your secret is out, you can let loose all those traits that you had suppressed in front of Jackie; and while she finds some of them cute, she's not a fan of others. She's especially not a fan of your shedding, having to clean for at least an hour after your transformation, with you looking and whining at her like a guilty puppy.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, nothing seems out of the ordinary. Good, you think. You clean the bathroom off of the countless of hair left from your shedding. The amount is probably enough to make a pelt out off. After a strenuous three hours, you are finally done, not a trace of hair left on the floor.

Now that that's taken care of, you can take a breath of relief.

But you can't help but wonder, what will you do when the full moon comes?

You, as reckless as ever, agreed to an indoor date with Jackie, not realizing that the moon would be full that night. You could try to make an excuse, but on the other hand, you could not say 'no' to her; she had a far too tight hold on your heart for you to deny her. You'll just have to tell her.

On the couch, with her head resting on your shoulder, Jackie doesn't seem to pick up on your weird vibe. You gulp down your fears, breathing through your nose before whispering to her "Jackie... I..." but you can feel the transformation getting a hold of you as soon as you speak. As your canines become too big, your nails too long and your body too large, you break out, escaping from the window and leaving Jackie behind.

Some time passess before you see her again. You had remained confined to the parks and green areas of Wisayok, moving only during the darkest hours, when no one was around; stress so heavy that you remained in your wolf form for several days.

The only reason Jackie found you, was because rumors had it that there was something roaming in town, and she, as usual, just picked herself up and acted with her guts rather than her brain. It took her a while to convince you to go back home with her: you were far too scared to know what she really thought of you. But as everyone around her always thought, her charisma would take her far, and you were back in her arms again.

But she can get through some things. Like, for example, your body heat. You had always avoided sleeping with Jackie too much, fleeing the aftermath of your lovemaking as soon as you possibly could. She never understood why, but as the heat from your body literally starts to suffocate her, she can take a guess. She has to admit that the first times she saw your canines grow when you were having a fight, or your eyes changing colour while on going the transformation freaked her out.

What she can get used to, is the power dynamic that plays in the bedroom. "Come on... please?" she has been nagging you on and on about this for half an hour by now; and having her arms draped over your shoulders while she tries to egg you on while you're studying, really doesn't help your case. "Okay... if I do it, will you promise to shut up later?" she jumps up on your lap, those eyes of her boring into yours with a heat that could melt you.

"Fuck!", she screams as you dick her down, her legs keeping your hips close to her. Despite the thickness of your wolf skin, you can still feel Jackie's nails leaving moon shaped dents on you. She trashes in your grasp, moving her hips in tandem with yours.

She pleads you to go faster, to fuck her properly; but you are too scared to hurt her, so you resign to going at a slow pace.

You didn’t know how far Jackie was willing to go to get what she wanted.

"What, can't do it?" she breathlessly asks. You can feel a building sense of annoyance in your stomach. You shouldn't listen to her. You know how she gets-.

"I... I should have known" there it is. You try to not let her words affect your impulses. You were already having a hard time controlling yourself and she's just egging you on.

The dirty glimmer in her eyes is the only clue you get, before she reaches for your ear and whispers.

"You know who would take care of me? Shauna".

Fuck it.

In a matter of seconds, you have left Jackie's pussy and rolled her over, pushing her upper body down on the mattress, slamming into her with every thrust.

She brought this to herself.

Did she want to see you at your worst? Wanted to see you at your most primal state, wanted you to treat her like the slut she was?

Well, she could fucking have it.

And Jackie? Oh she's absolutely loving this. She wants nothing more than to be taken by you, to feel your cock move inside of her, to hear you groan in her hair every time you speared her down.

Every thrust builds her up toward her own orgasm, tingling her body with pleasure. She couldn't help it, and yet she had only lasted a couple of minutes. She can feel incredibly close, but she needs a little incentive, and in this position, she can't reach her clit.

"S-shauna would fuck me harder" and that does it. You take her by her hips and drive into her so hard and good, that Jackie cums right away, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she screams her peak away. You don't stop until your legs get tired, and by the looks of it, once they do, Jackie had cummed several times, your cock wet with her release.

"Hey Jax..." Jackie is so out of it that she doesn't even answer you, just humms into the pillow, too fucked out to make a coherent sentence. "Are you okay?" you think you might have fucked her a little too good. The skin of her shoulder is red, her pussy clenching repeatedly as you speak to her.

"Hmmm".

You spend several minutes cleaning her up with a towel, giving her water and massaging her sore spots

When you are done, you get in bed with her, kissing her goodnight.

And Jackie thinks that maybe, she likes gentle you better.

But she's sooo gonna get dicked down as soon as possible.

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #jackie taylor x you #jackie taylor x reader

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mochinomnoms · 9 months ago

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thinking about punk!jade and piercing his ear for him. maybe jade decides that he wants to experiment with his sense of style more by having his other ear pierced and who better to ask than his mate? he sees it as his mate making their mark on him and feeling giddy about being known as theirs. finally the times come to pierce his ear and he closes his eyes to prepare himself. jade’s seen his fair share of blood, so he’s fine, but the prefect mistakes his actions as him being nervous. While he waits he hears the prefect’s voice to focus on them then he feels their hand on his face, their body pressed close, and best of all, their lips on his. he barely notices the needle when he’s got his lover smothering them in love. if getting his ears pierced means he has his mate all over him and some cool-looking earrings then perhaps he’ll look more into punk inspired looks.

this was spurred on by a gif exactly like this but i feel as though this might be kinda niche so if it doesn’t vibe with you please ignore me and my 2am thoughts ( ´ ∀ `)ノ

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See this is cute, but also you need to be very careful when piercing, so unfortunately for Jade, if his mate is the one piercing him they can't be distracted with kisses. HOWEVER if they go to a professional piercer:

“So you did this one.” The piercing artist pointed at the sturgeon scale earring on his left. “When you were 12. Under the sea—”

“With a fishhook.” Jade added, 'helpfully.'

“...with a fishhook, and by some miracle it didn't get infected?”

You snorted at the look the piercing artist gave Jade, a mix of incredulous and impressed. She was covered in a variety of silver jewelry, from her lips, nose, and eyebrows, to her cheeks and the many in her ears. They suited her very well, especially with her pointed ears and the skeletal tattoos on her arms.

“My mother found out the next morning when she woke us up for school. Just about scared the whole neighborhood awake with her screams.” Jade's lips quirked up, as he was fond of the memory.

“She'd agreed to have the doctor do it for us after school the next day, but my brother was rather impatient and wanted to wear the earrings right then and now.”

“Jade let out a soft chuckle. Indeed Ms. Nastasia. We did end up going to the doctor to clean the holes out and fashion the scales to a proper earring instead of a fishhook, as Floyd was already having a reaction.”

The artist sighed again and fiddled with the chain hanging between her ear lobe and the tip of her ear.

“Sounds right, so the rest of these,” she pointed two fingers around his ear lobes. “Are from the doctor later on?”

“Yes.” Jade clenched his hands uncomfortably as the pulled on a pair of black latex gloves. He thinned his lips as she started touching his ears.

You tapped your own fingers on top of his hand, which he opened and let you lace your fingers with his.

“Sorry.” Natasha gave Jade a small smile. “I'll quit poking you in a sec, I gotta inspect your ears. I gotta make sure that your old piercings are still good. Merfolk don't wear jewelry often, right?”

“It's fine.” Jade looked down, watching as you fidgeted with his hand. “No, we don't. You tend to run the risk of long or dangling jewelry getting caught in someone else's fins, in kelp, or in fishermen's nets.”

“Ah, that makes sense.” Nastasia smiled as she leaned back, turning to her countertop to get her tools ready.

“Unfortunately, it seems that most of them did close over time, I'm guessing it got too long since you've worn jewelry in them. I'll have to repierce most of them, but I recommend doing just one today to see how you'll do, and we can do some more at another session.”

Jade nodded and tapped his free hand against his chin.

“I see...which one should I do...” He turned to you to ask. “What do you think of another earring on me?”

You gasped excitedly and bolted from his grasp, confusing him and Nastasia. They watched as you looked among the various jewelry, humming to yourself.

“Oh!” You twirled back around, grinning. “If you get another earring on your right ear, can I pick the earring?”

“Jade raised a brow at you, smirking as he crossed his arms. I suppose, what is it?”

“It's gonna be a surprise! Ms. Nastasia! Can you do this one?”

Nastasia got up, looked at the piece you pointed at and nodded.

“If he's fine with it.” She looked over at him, to which he nodded.

“Alright! Let me get everything ready.”

You took a seat next to Jade again, excitedly tapping your feet against the ground and playing with Jade's hand again.

“It's great! You're gonna love it Jade!”

“Jade smile and squeezed your hand in his. I'll trust your judgement then.”

Nastasia slid over in a rolling chair, pulling a wheeled trolley with her tools. Jade noticed that she was hiding something wrapped in plastic as she prepared her piercing needle.

“Alright, sweetheart? Why don't you talk to your boyfriend? Something sweet while I get his ear ready.”

You nodded, moving to his left side as Jade tensed at the cold alcohol pad being wiped over his ear lobe.

“Hey, Jade?”

Jade moved his gaze to you, lips quirking as you came closer to whisper in his ear.

“Yes?”

He felt a tingling feeling go down his spine as he felt your breath against his skin.

“Should we match too? Me and you?”

You giggled as Jade smiled, his left arm reaching to curl around your waist.

“Oh? Isn't that what humans use wedding bands for? To match to each other? Don't you want to be wed, my dear?” Jade murmured back, closing his eyes as you pressed soft kisses against his temple.

“Yeah, we can do those too. We can have matching earrings, bands,” You laughed again against his ear. “This is just so when people ask about your earring, you can tell them all about how I picked it out, cause you're mine.”

Jade closed his eyes, basking in your affections as you continued to flutter his cheek, lips, and forehead with kisses. A cough interrupted you two.

“As cute as this is, you're all done now.” Nastasia laughed at your surprised expressions. “Here, take a look and tell me what you think.”

Nastasia handed Jade a handheld mirror, who was currently looking flustered.

“Apologies, I hadn't realized that you even finished.”

“It's fine.” Nastasia waved her hand, smiling as Jade inspected the heart shaped mushroom stud in his right ear. “I try to get my clients thinking about happy thoughts so they're distracted from the pain. Most of them don't even realize that they got pierced.”

You rested your head against Jade's shoulder, waiting for his response.

“Do you like it?”

Jade remained silent, still staring at the silver mushroom.

“...Jade?”

He handed the mirror back to Nastasia, turning to you to grab your cheeks in his hand and squeeze them together, making you purse your lips.

You squealed, laughing as Jade returned your earlier favor and kissed your lips.

“It's wonderful, my dear.” Jade let you go, turning to Nastasia with a smile. “If we still have some time, perhaps we can follow through with their commitment and pierce their ear as well?”

Nastasia snorted as she looked at you for your response. “Oh? You want to match with your boyfriend?”

The teasing tone in her voice made you warm up as you nodded shyly.

“Yeah…you really want to, Jade?”

“Why, of course!” Jade moved to let you take his spot as Nastasia put away the used tools and grabbed sterilized ones. “You said you wanted others to know I'm yours as much as you're mine? We should make that a reality~”

#mochi asks #🪸 anon #twst #twisted wonderland #jade leech #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader

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fourmoony · 5 months ago

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May I go on a 𝐏𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 with Sirius and #6 if you’re feeling it <3 (I can’t get over how fun this celebration is!! Love you regardless of whether you’re feeling this or not haha)

pls don't stop requesting i'm having so much fun writing these lmao!!!! thanks angel, you're too sweet ♡︎

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Sirius is a ball of energy as he weaves in and out of stalls, a bag of cinnamon cookies in one hand and a caramel hot chocolate in the other. He has a pumpkin woollen hat on that Hope, Remus' mum, knit him last year, his hair falling in wild curls out of it. He looks happy. Undoubtedly so. It makes your chest warm, even if the rest of you is absolutely freezing.

You assume he's too excited to notice your sniffling, but when you hit the fifth time in two minutes, Sirius whirls on you to find you trying to wiggle some feeling back into your nose. Your cheeks redden, even more so than the autumn air has already made them. You've been caught.

When you'd told Sirius about the autumn themed market in town, he'd made immediate plans to take you. What you hadn't accounted for, was how high maintenance he'd be about the whole thing. This morning, when you arrived at his apartment, he'd practically reamed you out for not choosing appropriate attire. Apparently, stylish was not the vibe and "keeping all of your lovely limbs from getting frostbite" is.

Sue you, for wanting to look cute.

He'd rambled on for ten minutes about how cold you were going to be and only allowed you to leave the house when you agreed to wear the matching mittens to Sirius' hat.

"Don't even say it, Sirius." You warn him.

Sirius holds his hands up in mock defence, his smile equally as goading as it is knowing. "I'm sure I have no idea what you mean, doll face." He quips, stuffing the cookies into his jacket pocket and using his now free hand to poke at your cheek.

You try to bat him away whilst fighting off an amused smile.

"Oh, my!" Sirius beams, "Your cheeks are as cold as ice cubes," his pointer finger boops your nose, "Nose, too!"

"I'm fine." You pout, childishly.

It's rare, that Sirius is wholly right about something. You know he's going to milk this all day, now.

"If only you had a handsome, smart, caring, wonderful, boyfriend who could have pre-warned you that this might happen!" Sirius exclaims. Passers by eye you both sceptically, but you're used to the attention with Sirius - always the loudest in any room - Black.

"Okay, enough. I'm fine, really." You shoulder Sirius on, who's still muttering about how amazing he is at predicting the future.

The next few stalls are torturous. Your face only gets colder, your sniffling louder. Sirius refrains from goading you further, but seems to reach the end of his tether when he catches you blowing into your hands and rubbing them on your nose.

He sighs, pulling you to the side and out of the way of foot traffic.

"Okay, give me your face." He says, bluntly.

A startled laugh tumbles from your lips, "What?"

"Give me your face, I'm going to warm it up."

You stare at him perplexed, "Sirius-"

"No, your nose is practically blue. I love you, but I think I'm just vain enough to be less attracted to you if you don't have a nose." Sirius takes your face in his hands.

Your eyes go wide, desperate to fact check whether your boyfriend would actually love you less without a nose, but Sirius already has his entire mouth around your nose. His teeth nip the skin a little teasingly and you huff, resigned to the fate of having a slightly abnormal boyfriend.

You're glad he's pulled you away from the crowds as he blows hot air directly onto your nose. The warmth is welcomed, but his method is arguably questionable.

When he's done, he pulls back and gives you a once over. Then, he removes his scarf and wraps it in bundles around your neck. He presses a final kiss to the tip of your nose, which, thanks to him, you can feel.

"See, fixed it. Nose safe. Lets get some treacle tarts and head home." Sirius says, like he hasn't just tried to eat your nose.

It's a little much to keep up with, so you allow him to guide you, rather stunned, along to the next treat stall. It's not until you're home, in fuzzy pyjamas, with a mug of hot chocolate that you remember to ask, "Would you actually love me less without a nose?"

Sirius looks over, a little alarmed, with a mouth full of cinnamon cookie. He swallows, shrugs, devilish smile on full display. "As long as I'm here to save you, we'll never know."

You scoff, fuzzy socked foot reaching out to kick his thigh.

#fourmoony’s 2k celebration!#fourmoonysasks #marauders #sirius black #sirius black fic #sirius black imagine #sirius black fluff #sirius black x reader #sirius black oneshot #james potter #james potter fic #remus lupin #remus lupin fic #marauders fic #marauders imagine #fluff

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!sorcerer!reader, they’re both still in jjhigh, geto involvement, revenge / blackmail mention, pet play, sex toys, gojo is meanie, degradation, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day fourteen [ gojo satoru + pet play ] // one of three very special pieces dedicated to very special people! this one is for @arabaka 💚 love love you jackie!!

if you would’ve known Satoru had a pet play kink, you never would have agreed to this stupid bet. hell, you knew before you agreed that you probably going to lose, but you couldn’t help but at least try to knock his arrogant ass down a peg or two. still, even though your failure was almost guaranteed, you never thought the penalty would be so… humiliating.

“G—gonna get me… exprrrled—“ it was difficult to talk, because every time you tried to form words, no matter how muffled or distorted they were, you drooled around the bone-shaped silicone gag strapped tight between your teeth.

your eyelids fluttered when he tugs on the leash, tightening the chain-collar around your throat and bringing your attention up to where he sat, sprawled in his desk. his long legs outstretched. “Only if you get caught.” Gojo chuckles as he says this, giving your collar another rough tug. “Now, look cute and obedient for the cameras, pup.”

a handful of flashes went off at once as your classmates encircled you, capturing this incredibly humiliating moment in snapshots to no doubt blackmail you with later. Geto seems particularly amused by seeing you on the floor on your knees, drooling in little but your panties and a leash. he snapped picture after picture, getting one from every angle, as Gojo uses his grip on your lead to make you pose. you thought maybe it was because when he had tried to kiss you last year, you’d gut-punched him.

maybe Gojo had been plotting this sort of revenge against you since you rejected his best friend. or, maybe he was just this deranged.

your eyes watered.

it wasn’t because of the flashes or even the choker, but the relentless, humming vibe stuffed in your panties. the battery chamber juts out in a tent of wet fabric, keeping the phallic dildo jammed and rotating in your clenching canal, and the flickering bunny ears teasing your clit until your eyes crossed, and your cunt started to dribble juices on the floor beneath where you sat. “I wonder how many times my bitch has cum already.” Gojo snickered, mischievous as he pushes at your back with the toe of his shoe, forcing you on all fours instead of your knees. you slurred out a moan, thighs trembling, and press your chest to the floor, reluctantly obedient for him. “Enough to ruin her panties and make a mess of this floor. Aren’t you embarrassed, puppy? To be so messy and needy?”

you nod, but you get the feeling he doesn’t really care if you are.

“S-srrrtorruuu…” you groan, eyes rolling back when he leans forward and grabs the base of the toy, jiggling it tauntingly through your panties. “N-nrrr mrrr…”

“Hmm? What’s that, puppy?” he teases, leaning closer still, as if trying to decipher what you’re saying. you look up at him weakly, spit and tears mixing on the floor beneath your chin, and repeat the plea for this humiliating moment to end. but he beams with delight, and gives your ass a swat. “Sounds like you want something. Well, you know what good puppies do, don’t you? They beg. Go on, be a good, slutty pup and nuzzle me, beg for your treats and I might just let our friends get some nice shots of you bent over the desk, taking my cock and your favorite toy in your greedy hole.” as he says this, he runs his hand along your face instead, and much to your own surprise, you do just what he asks. you tried to tell yourself it was out of the hope that if you did what he wanted, he’d go easy on you, but the truth was much more depraved than that. you were starting to like being his little bitch. rubbing your wet cheek against his palm, you mewl and bat your eyelashes.

“P-pleasseee… gov mrrr treats!”

#gojo #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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pandora-writes-one-piece · 6 months ago

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The Meet Cute - Ace's Story - 8

Source for pic

Firestarter 8 🔞

Word Count: 4392

Aditional warning for this chapter: There is a scene that is EXPLICIT NSFW. I will mark it with the 🔞 sign so you can skip it if you want. Having said this, your internet experience is your own and you should be acountable for it. You've been warned, read at your own discretion. Thank you!

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader, slight NSFW (It's mature, not explicit), slightly sugestive behaviour, flirting, jealousy, frenemies, sexual tension, miscommunication, unresolved tension, slight angst, slow-burn, romantic comedy vibes, alternate universe modern setting, swearing, drinking, fluff, feelings realisation, denial of feelings.

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You intended to have some alone time, to reflect and heal, but your childhood friend's older brother, Ace, seems to be there just to upset that fragile peace you're striving for. He's a flirt and a womaniser. But why does he also have to be so handsome and perfect? And how long can you resist his charms?

Notes: We took a lot of time to get here, so, for now, enjoy the fluffiness of this chapter, please! 🥰

Tag List: @rosidaze @beachaddict48 @armiliadawn

Masterlist for previous introductory chapters.

The sun hits you in the eyes and you stir. The breeze feels warm against the bare skin of your arms. As you take a deep breath, you are immediately flooded by Ace’s scent. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck and squeeze your arms tighter around him.

He must’ve already been awake because you sense a kiss on your head. “Morning, beautiful.”

You can’t stop smiling and blushing, but you open your eyes to stare at him. “Hi.” He’s also smiling at you and he lowers his head to kiss you on the lips. “You must be so sore.” You murmur, because you both slept on the floor, but he held you against him and forced you to use him as a pillow.

“No. This was the best sleep of my life.”

“Stop being cute.” You say with a smile.

“Can’t. You rubbed your ‘cute’ all over me yesterday.” That elicits a chuckle and soon you're both laughing.

You won’t deny it. Last night was heaven. You used up all the condoms Ace had in his wallet, you cuddled under the stars and made silly promises of always wanting to be with each other. You shared favourite foods, colours, music and movies and your connection is so real that it’s like you have known him your whole life and never spent a day apart from him.

With the light of day you were afraid that this might all have been a dream and that you would doubt Ace’s intentions, after all, he won the chase, he got you.

Yet, he’s still looking at you as if you were the only important thing on the planet. He’s holding you so tight one might think you were about to slip down the mountain. And he keeps stealing kisses from your lips as if he’s afraid you won’t return them.

“Maybe we should get going.” You murmur while glancing at his wristwatch. “I’m sure Shanks already realised what happened, but I don’t want to be late to help him.”

Ace hums and shifts, positioning you on the floor and entwining his legs with yours so he can hover over you. “Five more minutes so I can properly kiss you good morning.”

You smile and nod, closing your eyes and waiting for his kiss, but he swiftly disappears in the middle of your thighs and you gasp. “Ace!”

“I didn’t specify which lips I wanted to kiss.” Comes his muffled response and you arch your back against his touch. Ten more minutes won’t make much of a difference, right?

-*-

You feel a little silly dressed only in your pyjamas, since it's daytime now, and Ace fishes out another one of his used t-shirts from the backseat.

“Do you have an unending pile of clothes there?” You chuckle and put on the oversized tee over your pyjama, tying a knot in the back to make it shorter.

He shrugs and gives you another kiss. “I just keep taking them off and they end up in the backseat. Sorry if it's a bit smelly.” He grimaces. “But, damn, you do make my shirts look sexy.”

Giggling you open the door and are about to enter when Ace sets his hands on your hips to help you up. If that gesture made your toes curl before, now it almost makes you roll your eyes in pleasure. “Ace!” You stare at him from inside the car.

“I can't help it. Your hips are like a magnet to my hands.” He goes for another quick peck, but you turn in the seat and pull him by the neck, opening your legs and letting him nestle against you for an open-mouthed kiss.

He grunts into you as he pulls away. “Stop that, Firestarter, I don't have any more condoms.” You smirk as he pulls away from you and goes around the jeep to get into the driver's seat. “You wanna kill me?”

He's obviously aroused.

But so are you.

So you try to get your mind out of the gutter as you choose a song on the radio and he drives. The mood for the ride this time is way different than before. You are sitting on top of the world.

And Ace is right there with you.

He keeps placing his hand on your thigh when it's not needed on the stick, and you can't stop grinning. You have such warmth inside your chest that you're almost afraid you'll combust.

You're happy. So happy. You don't actually remember feeling like this.

Ever.

You feel the need to tell him how much he means to you, to let him know that, in just a short span of days - that felt like an eternity because you were always around him or thinking about him - you've fallen deeply and madly in love. You've come to the realisation that you simply can't - and don't want to - live without him.

But you're afraid to let him know that already. It's too much for too little time and he's not used to relationships. You don't want to scare him. Even though you're dying to know if what he feels for you is as intense as what you feel for him.

Eventually Ace pulls over at Shanks’ house and you both leave the jeep. Ace says he only has to be at the fire station after lunch so he'll help you and Shanks with chores and you're happy about that decision.

But Shanks doesn't seem too happy.

“Morning, dad!” You greet with a small wave, but the redhead staring at you from the top of the porch only hums and drinks coffee from his mug.

“Good morning Sh-... Sir.” Ace says respectfully and you stifle a giggle. Why is he being so formal around your father?

“Ace is helping us with chores, is that alright?”

He hums again as a response and you and Ace climb the stairs together. Raising an eyebrow at your father, you step inside the threshold ready for a cup of coffee yourself. You'd also like a bath, but that will have to wait until after the chores.

Ace is about to follow you inside when Shanks steps in front of him, giving him a menacing stare and a scowl.

“Dad!” You growl from inside the house. “What are you doing?”

Shanks turns his head your way and finally smiles at you. “Go on inside, bug, I'm just going to have a quick chat with Ace.”

What now? You grumble and turn to go into the kitchen but, as soon as your dad turns, you return to eavesdrop.

“Portgas, explain.”

“Sir, I… what am I supposed to explain? We talked and cleared the air between us. We're fine now.” Ace seems nervous.

“You talked?”

“Uh… I… we… uh…” You facepalm and groan internally.

“You defiled my daughter, scoundrel!”

Why is your father speaking like he's a man from the 18th century?

“What? Shanks?!”

“It's ‘sir’ for you. It will be ‘sir’ for the rest of your life. And you've just lost your privilege to coffee.”

“Ah, Sh-... Sir! I really need coffee.”

Shaking your head you can’t help but think that your father is overdoing it.

“Why do you need coffee? Stayed up all night?” He curses and exhales deeply. “Ace, you better not hurt my baby girl. You see the smile she walked in here with today? You better keep her smiling like that.”

Sighing at your father’s protectiveness, you turn to go back to the kitchen.

“I intend to keep that smile on her face, Sir. Every day.”

The softness with which Ace delivered the words makes you melt and sigh again as you pace into the kitchen and take out two coffee mugs. Filling them to the brim and snatching the plate of pancakes your dad cooked for breakfast, you return to the porch and set the items on the balcony.

“Dad, stop trying to act mean.” You drag Ace to a chair and sit next to him, handing him one of the coffee mugs. He stares at Shanks who simply sighs and enters the house again.

With a heavy sigh, Ace takes a huge gulp of the coffee and you knit your eyebrows together. “Don't let him bully you, Ace. He's just trying to be mean.”

“He's right, though.”

“About what?” The coffee tastes delicious and you hum into the mug in delight.

“About warning me.” He scratches the back of his head and sets the mug down again. “I'm no good.” A sigh escapes his lips as he locks eyes with you. “Look at you, you deserve so much better than me…”

Oh, you are definitely going to kill Shanks. But first, you need to put a smile back on Ace's face. Getting up from your chair and sitting on his lap, you cup his cheeks with your hands and force him to look at you.

“You silly, silly man. You're perfect for me. You're all I've ever wanted and I've never been happier. Don't doubt yourself. You're enough!” Leaning down, you rub your nose against his in an affectionate manner. “More than enough, actually, and you're all mine.”

That seems to do the trick because his cheeky smile is back on his freckled face and he circles your body with his arms, one of his big hands grabbing your butt cheek as he leans in to claim your lips and you giggle into his mouth.

“Hmm, hmm.” Shanks clears his throat and Ace immediately parts from you, raising his hands in the air and looking at Shanks like a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh, come on!” You whine. “Dad, get used to this and stop being mean to Ace.”

“Get off me, Firestarter.” Ace whispers without breaking eye contact with Shanks. “He looks pissed.”

Eventually you lay the groundwork for a semblance of peace between both men, and you get to work helping your father. Shanks asks Ace to do chores on the other side of the property so you don't get distracted and he's right in doing that, because both times you pass by Ace on your way to get something, you two lose yourselves in kisses and embraces, barely getting any work done.

Lunchtime approaches quickly, and the morning chores are done. Ace needs to get home to shower because he has to be at the fire station in the afternoon and you are taking your time to say goodbye to him, by his jeep.

“Thanks for all the help, cowboy.” A sultry whisper escapes your lips as you lean your back against the jeep’s door, your hand lingering on his chest in a soft caress.

His smile mimics yours as he tilts his hat back. That adorable cowboy hat he wears in the sun. His skin is sweaty and glistening from the sun and his freckles make you weak in the knees. Pressing his body against yours, he lets his fingers caress the side of your body before settling on your hip, his thumb slowly circling your hip bone.

“Anytime, anywhere.” You chuckle as he leans in, his teeth nibbling your lower lip before his tongue swipes to ease the sting. Closing your eyes, you moan into his touch and he uses it as a cue to take your lips in a gentle kiss. “Come shower with me.” He whispers against your ear, kissing your skin with his hot breath, a veiled promise of what's to come, should you accept.

Tempting. So tempting.

“Can't.” You exhale. “Shanks is waiting for me.” He grunts and that low vibrato makes your skin perk up with goosebumps. “Later?”

His warm hands and nimble fingers keep caressing you, making promises he intends to keep and you feel your mind fog up with pleasure and yearning.

“Want to come by the station?”

“Hmm, hmm.” You mumble against his lips. “Will you be alone?”

“Yeah, everyone will be at the Jubilee.”

“Perfect.”

Your arms circle his neck and you pull him down for a final desperate kiss. “I gotta go.”

“Me too.” He grunts and you groan but neither of you moves to actually leave. None of you wants to part and stop kissing. Not when it feels this good, when it feels like you're two halves of a whole and you're finally reunited.

“Lunch is getting cold!”

The yell coming from the porch makes Ace pull away from you as if you suddenly caught fire and you can't stop a hearty laugh at the respect he holds for your father.

“You should go.” He says without looking back at Shanks, and you nod, letting go of his neck, but nor before laying another peck on his lips.

“See you later.”

-*-

The first thing you do after having lunch and taking a well-deserved shower, is text Nami. You send her exactly three words and wait: He is good!

Giggling, you pick up the call you knew she was going to make immediately and tell her what happened. You're so happy that you need to share the news.

-*-

Shanks corners you and tries to have a conversation about sexual responsibility and safety during sex and your eyes almost roll out of their sockets once he starts.

“Dad, are you serious? I was going to get married by the end of the year! I'm 25 years old! You can't expect me to be sexually innocent, right?”

Shanks’ blush rivals the colour of his hair and you are quite sure it's a reflection of the blush on your own cheeks. Grunting and turning away from you, seemingly occupied with packing some fruit and water before he leaves for the Jubilee, he adds: “Ace is a good kid, Bug. I told you that. And he told me his intentions towards you come from real feelings, not just to pass the time.”

Softening your gaze, you find yourself smiling. So that's what the two of them were talking about yesterday before you left the house. The part of their discussion you missed.

��I know you're in good hands with him, but I worry…” Shanks closes his eyes as he grabs his hat. Before leaving, his eyes search yours and they seem a bit sad. “I made him promise me he wouldn't break your heart. So you let me know if he does, okay, bug? See you later, sweetie.”

“Thank you, daddy.” Your voice is merely a whisper.

-*-

As promised, after your father leaves and you get ready, you meet Ace by the fire station. Heart already beating out of compass, lips tingling with excitement and a smile that doesn't leave your mouth.

You know he will be crazy about you no matter what you wear, but you can't help but dress a bit provocatively just to see his reaction. Using the thigh-high black socks again, you pair them with a cute little dress, half-expecting him to take in the infinite possibilities of easier access.

This time you use the doorbell, yet he's as fast as he was the first time around and in seconds he's opening the door with a huge grin.

“Oh, look! My food order arrived! I was starving!” You're about to chuckle at his silliness when he hooks his arms under your butt to get you to straddle his lap, and you oblige. Your laughter gets lost within his mouth because he's already claiming your lips on his with a fiery, passionate kiss.

It's as electrifying as the first kiss you shared. In fact, all kisses with Ace seem to leave behind a trail of fire that consumes you. It starts somewhere around your belly and its flames lick and climb and spread all over your body, leaving you numb, sweaty and aching for more.

He pulls a deep moan from inside you with his tongue as he deepens the kiss and you tug at his hair. Desperate fingers find purchase in his dark locks, trying to ground yourself to the here and now because you're already feeling yourself beginning to drift away in the throes of pleasure.

“Fuck, I've missed you.” He breaks the kiss with a raspy voice as he sits you on the back of the couch, hands gripping you tightly and digits protruding the skin. His eyes gobble you up and he almost has to pick up his jaw from the floor as he finally takes you in. “Are you trying to kill me, Firestarter?”

Your legs find purchase against the couch, hands lazily draped over his shoulders and he deems you safe enough to loosen his hold on you. A guttural grunt makes his lips tremble as he runs his hands over your legs and bare thighs.

Giggling, your fingers play with his hair as you lock eyes with him and hit him with your best sultry voice. “Not kill, no. But, perhaps, hinder you enough to take you aback.” Another giggle. “Is it working?”

“Fuck yeah, it is.”

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His warm hand finds its way to the inside of your thighs, his digits exploring further and finding you already wet and wanting, the thin cloth of your panties barely holding anything back.

“You're already this wet for me, baby?” He coos in your ear and you whine at the sensation his hot touch creates. “Did you think about me as you were getting dressed?” He lays soft kisses along your neck and collarbone and you find it quite hard to concentrate on his questions.

“Hmm, hmm.” It's all you can manage as he pulls the wet cloth aside and drags two fingers on your folds, spreading your slickness.

“What was that?” His tongue teases your earlobe at the same time as his thumb does the same to your clit, and all the sane thoughts you had left in your mind go out the window. “I need a verbal answer, Firestarter. Can you do that?”

No. No, you can't. Because he's thrusting his fingers inside of you and biting at every bit of exposed skin on your upper body, and he's so warm and hot that it's like he's pure fire. And by all the gods, you don't mind burning away into ashes if it feels this good.

“I… Hmm, hmm. Yes, sure, yeah.” You manage to croak between sighs and mewls and the chuckle he releases against your neck makes his lips vibrate and elicit a very shameless moan.

“Are you still here with me?” He claims your lips again, trying to pull you back from the pleasurable place you drifted onto. Unbeknownst to him that such an act only pushes you further.

“Ace…” You whimper. How is it that with a few kisses and touches he has already reduced you to a whimpering, moaning mess, already on the verge of begging for him.

“It's okay baby, I got you.”

That sentence tells you he's almost done with his teasing and you help him get rid of his shorts so he can open the wrapper to the condom. Yet, before he does, you jump down from your perch and fall on your knees in front of him, eager to taste him as you have yet to try. Locking eyes with him, you catch his mischievous glimmer, reading your intentions full well.

Your lips tingle with excitement at the prospect of having him in your mouth, and you eagerly tug down his boxers and also get rid of your panties while you’re at it. “Fuck.” He mutters as you bite your lower lip, practically salivating at the sight before you. Using the precum gathered at his tip, you lather his length with your tongue as he releases a groan and places his hand on your head, fingers tangling around your hair for purchase.

He's definitely bigger than what you were used to, but you love a challenge. Hollowing your cheeks, you suck around him with one hand fondling his balls and the other one stroking his shaft. The sounds leaving his lips are driving you insane and you can't help but release one of your hands from him so you can put some pressure on your clit that's throbbing incessantly.

That action elicits a deep moan from you and Ace pulls out of your mouth before he loses control. “Ah, you're so good to me.” His praises leave you blushing. “Get up, baby.” He whispers as he finishes putting on the condom.

Ace removes the straps from your dress so he can pull it down and free your tits, suckling and biting on the nipples until you’re panting against his ear. “Ace! I need you right now, please, please!”

“There you go begging for me, baby. You know that drives me insane.” He grunts as he turns you and bends you over the back of the couch, spreading your legs with one swift motion. “You want me? How badly do you want me?” He teases the tip against your folds, letting it drag towards your clit and you arch your back to him. His hand slithers and grabs your boob, squeezing it and pinching the nipple as he aligns himself with your entry, just waiting for your answer.

“I want you so much, Ace. I can't stop thinking about you inside me and-... Mmmm, just like that.” You gasp as your nails dig into the plushness of the couch. He's inserting himself tantalisingly slowly and you can feel your walls stretching and accommodating him, welcoming him inside.

“So tight…” He grunts and buries his head in the crook of your neck, as you're still arching back. “So perfect.” As he finally bottoms out, the two of you moan in unison, taking shallow breaths. He slides his hand along your spine, from bottom to the top and pushes you gently forward by the nape, so you return to a bent position. Then he places both hands on your hips and starts to thrust relentlessly.

The burn spreads and scorches and extends its fiery tendrils to parts of you you barely even realised were there. He's so deep within you that it almost hurts, but instead, it's a pressure that feels good and keeps building and intensifying, pulling moan after moan from your lips. “That's it, baby, scream for me, we're all alone.” He assures you.

“God, Ace! I'm almost… Mmm… Ace!”

You can feel his thrusts getting more and more erratic, his pacing increasing and yet you still fall off that ledge before him when a feeling of numbness and overpowering burn courses through you. A panting, gasping moan leaves your lips in shallow breaths and Ace’s arm circles your waist, pulling you towards him, firmly, tightly as his release follows yours with a deep grunt, and his head collapses forward, against your shoulder.

You're breathing in tandem. Shallow, erratic breaths that leave you lightheaded. Or perhaps those are only the effects of the earth-shattering orgasm he just gave you. Whatever it is, you're both recovering. Somehow he recovers faster and, still buried within you, scatters sloppy kisses on your back and shoulders.

“You’re so perfect, so, so perfect.” A chuckle leaves your lips followed by a breathy whine when he pulls out of you. He’s still holding you tightly against him and his hand travels from your waist to your neck and he pressures near your jaw to tilt your head to the side and back so he can claim your lips. “Fucking perfect.” He exhales after your short kiss.

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“Told you that one was the first to die!” You point at the screen with a victorious shout as the blonde girl gets slashed in the first ten minutes of the horror movie. “I should've made a bet!”

Snuggling closer, you steal a kiss from Ace's lips. He smiles as his arms circle tighter around you. The loveseat that the other night seemed too small for both of you, now has plenty of space since you're lying on top of Ace.

Your boyfriend?

You haven't labelled it, but he did say he wanted to try a serious relationship. Whatever he is, he makes you happy. Your heart keeps swelling at the tiniest things he does for you. It's so endearing the way he circles his fingers in your hair, or the way he nudges his nose against yours when you're absorbed in the movie.

“Are you hungry?” He asks as his stomach growls and that is another thing you have come to expect of Ace. He's always hungry.

“I could eat.”

“I don't think there are many takeouts open during Jubilee, I think we might have to settle for pizza again.” He mumbles, half-annoyed. “One of these days I need to take you to a proper fancy restaurant. How about that?”

Giggling, you nod as he starts to dial the pizza place's number. “Sounds nice.”

After he places the order, you continue watching the movie, but Ace keeps distracting you with feather-like touches and cheeky kisses and you're bordering on a weird limbo between sleep and wakefulness.

You register the faraway sound of the doorbell, but Ace lifts you up very slowly, settling you back down on the couch and you keep your eyes closed, being lulled by the lingering smell of Ace around you and, oddly enough, the screaming sounds of the movie.

Just like the first time you visited, Deuce takes it upon himself to enter the day room and see which girl Ace is with this time. You hear them as if they are very far away.

“I can't believe you, Ace. She was perfect for you, if you have another one of those bimbos in there with you, I swear-... Oh.”

He must've seen your sleeping form on the couch, especially since you sense Ace approaching and fixing your skirt, which might've been riding up. He then moves away and growls with a whisper. “I told you to beat it, man! Nosy bastard.”

“Well you're right. I'm nosy. But I'm proud of you. She is the one, hey?” Ace’s chuckle is very warm and you sigh with a deep inhale. “But she's freaking hot, I don't know why she wants anything to do with you and-...”

“Enough, enough. Beat it.”

You still hear their whispered voices moving away. Ace sits down near you again, scooping you up in his arms and laying a sweet kiss on your forehead. “You're the one, alright.”

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