#was the water master in the right for that? no

[artemisiasmuse]

rafe cameron x sweet virgin!reader

she told you she celibate but she told me I can nail her shit

cw: mdni 18+, virgin!reader but has some other experience, lowkey a freak tho, toxic rafe, corruption kink : >, size kink, first times, rafe goes a lil crazy, sweetie pie reader x insane yandere bf rafe is lowkey my favorite trope

a/n: happy valentine’s day my loves <3 i didn’t read this over and i’m so sorry if there’s hella mistakes i will fix it later! this may or not be self-insert yes even that part

the trouble all began with sarah cameron and her big mouth. well really both of you were to blame, but you’d think she would be quieter when her older brother was lurking around. you were older than her by a few years, closer to his age than hers, not that it mattered though, rafe treated you like you were practically wheezie’s age. you didn’t let it sting you any more you had long gotten over trying to be seen as a woman in rafe cameron’s eyes. or maybe you just stopped watching him, he’s always noticed you but you felt out reach, until now. when he overhears his sister’s words he almost breaks the glass of water he’s holding.

“a virgin at 19 looking like you do is insane” sarah looked you up and down as you tried on the dress you’d bought together at the mall. you got shy at her words, you knew she wasn’t judging you but instead genuinely in disbelief that men weren’t throwing themselves at you. you had long mastered the art of looking unapproachable and uninterested after too many bad experiences.

“stoppp is it so hard to believe, you know how bad it’s been for me?” he really hopes no one sees him leaning against the wall next to his sister’s door, he’d look like such a weirdo. wheezie would never let him live this down, she’d barely held back on letting his little crush slip before. if sarah ever found out he’d be in another hell.

“fuck you’re right, if they can’t make you come what’s the point?” rafe winced at his sister’s words, willing away the temptation to gag. he was trying to focus on the fact that no guy had made you come before instead.

“you’re awful, but i’m done with men for a long time. im gonna focus on college and not waste time on them.” he relished in the twisted feeling that no one could touch you, even if the losers before had a chance they clearly couldn’t cut it.

“righttt being in a dorm filled with horny guys is gonna make that easier.” sarah deadpanned and you shoved her, seeing her point. you hadn’t thought about it like that.

“okay leave me alone i’ve been successful so far”

“oh my god speak of the devil, john b’s calling me over, can you cover for me? i’ll be back in like two hours max, promise.” you were a little disappointed she was leaving you but you knew how difficult it was for her to see him without someone covering for her. you nodded and pulled out your phone.

“fine but i’m ordering pizza,” rafe didn’t know if he should be terrified or elated that you two would be home alone for two hours. why did it have to be today that the rest of his family fucked off? was this divine intervention?

“save me a slice!” rafe could hear his sister rustling around, getting ready to go, so he did the same.

“you’re gonna be too busy eating di-“ rafe promptly ran off at that. he’d heard enough, his imagination would run wild with this new information.

it was half an hour later when, like clockwork, rafe made sure to be near the front door for the pizza delivery. he paid and tipped the guy, while you were making your way down at the sound of the doorbell. he hurries back upstairs, nearly running into you on the stairs. your eyes trace his pretty features and then land on the box in his hands, shock and horror cascading your face. rafe can’t believe that you look so good even now, you’re wearing a crop top with seemingly no bra underneath and high waisted sweatpants. to him you look like a model.

“hey! that’s my pizza” rafe laughs and continues up the stairs, you turn on your heel and follow him up. you’re kinda hangry and your pizza being held hostage is not helping your mood.

“i just paid for it so i don’t think so.” you both reach the top of the stairs but rafe isn’t stopping, he’s going to his room instead. this won’t do, he’ll lock the door and slam it in your face, you quickly move to stand in front of him blocking the path to his doorway. rafe thinks it’s cute that you think that would stop him, he feels a bit stir crazy over how small you look gazing up at him

“i’ll pay you back!” your hands shoot up against the doorframe, blocking entry even further. he wants to tease you a bit more but the idea of sharing a pizza in his room is way more tempting.

“nah it’s fine just let me have some.” you release your blockade and let him move past you, still with his-your pizza in his hold, following him mindlessly. if you were less hungry you would’ve realized eating pizza with your longtime crush and best friend’s brother in his room sitting on his bed was in fact not a great idea. but that fleeting concern is out the window when he opens the box and you climb onto his bed like it’s second nature. rafe does his best to stay concentrated on the present, it’s difficult when your shirt rides up and a sliver of your stomach is displayed, it looks so soft and untouched and he really isn’t hungry for pizza, he never was.

“i was gonna offer anyways for the record.” you say it while picking up a slice and rafe mirrors your action, laughing at your tone.

“yeah sure you were princess,” you ignore the way his voice sounds, the way he says your name, the way his room smells like him and it’s making your head spin.

rafe watches you eat transfixed when you lick the tips of your fingers, he can’t believe that he’s struggling to control himself over pizza but your words are ringing in his head.

“rafe do you have any napkins?” you hold up your greasy fingers and he nods his head dazedly, getting up to grab some for you and taking the pizza box off his bed with him. you move to get off then, looking around his room, you knew he wouldn’t appreciate if you snooped through his things so you just look at the pictures on the wall, the books he has. rafe finds you standing near his desk when he comes back, wordlessly handing you the napkins.

“i always forget you have a motorcycle.” your head motions towards the helmet resting on the surface of his desk.

“i don’t use it as much now.” he leaned back against the footboard of his bed, arms crossed against his chest as he watched you look at his stuff. he couldn’t figure out why you were still in his room, were you that curious?

“can i ride it? i’ve always wanted to try.” yeah rafe might just pass out now. you don’t even know what you’re doing to him, head cocked to the side looking at him so innocently he can barely hold back much longer.

“sure but i gotta teach you the basics so you don’t crash.” rafe is proud of himself for even stringing a sentence together in response. you notice a slight flush to his cheeks and ears.

“okay that’s fair.” you turn towards him, mirroring his form and leaning back against his desk. there’s a few feet between you but rafe thinks it would be so easy to lift you onto the mahogany and kiss you until you can’t breathe. his shorts feel so restrictive and he’s grateful he’s wearing black. he can’t hold back any longer, he has to know.

"is it true?" the words come out rushed, unsure of if they should even be said in the first place. but rafe’s not a quitter and he doesn’t shy away from anything really, even if the past few hours feel like a dream he would have in middle school.

"is what true?" your head does that thing again like a puppy and he nearly keels over, you’re too adorable for your own good. his gaze flits away for a second, he has to commit. your trusting expression and your airy tone make it all the more hard.

"no guy's made you come before?" you blink in shock twice before covering your face with your hands. this must be the most embarrassing moment of your life.

"ugh you heard that?"

"yeah you guys aren't exactly quiet" you might have to kill sarah cameron in her sleep, if she even comes back that is. you don’t know why you answer him, you could have just ran away but the magnetic pull of rafe cameron coaxes you to answer.

"yeah it's true" you sound defeated and rafe has to hold back a snicker, he watches you peer through your fingers at him, watching his expression.

"well i can rectify that..you know for the sake of mankind and all" there’s a smirk on his lips as he says the words that will haunt you forever. you’re sure he’s just messing with you and you huff a breath of disbelief. did he know about your little crush? you’d been hiding it so well for the past few years!

"don't tease me, rafe" you step away from his desk, moving to leave his room. even if it was just the two of you in the house you’d much rather sit in sarah’s room or watch the tv than be ridiculed.

"i'm not, it'd be a shame if a pretty girl like you gave up on men, especially for me." it’s almost as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water on your head when rafe cameron speaks. pretty girl the first time he’s called you anything that might suggest you’re not just his sister’s friend. the world spins on its axis and you try to grasp onto his words, try to understand that he might be genuine but you can’t. there’s still that voice of doubt telling you he’s just messing with you. rafe watches your expression go from shock to disappointment, you don’t believe him. he supposes it’s not that believable when he’s been purposefully avoiding you for a while. you must think he’s just messing with you, but he’s dead serious. he’ll just have to prove it.

“whatever rafe i don’t have time for your games.” you mumble it and leave his room, slamming the door a bit harder than you intended. the next few hours are torture. rafe cameron planted an insidious weed in your mind and it’s growing exponentially.

of course it’s not the first time you’ve imagined it, you’d often thought about what his long thick fingers would feel like. or how his biceps would feel under your hands if you held onto them for support. you’d fantasized about every part of him, even the tip of his nose. so the idea that it might just be within your reach had you spiraling. you took a cold shower, not that it helped, your underwear was still soaked after. no guy you’d been with had made you so wet, let alone before even touching you. it was as if the universe was testing you. a sick thrum in your body had found its way into your bones, vibrating with need and you paced in your best friend’s room thinking over all the consequences.

when you’d reached the conclusion that even if he was sincere it was still a bad idea, your phone pinged. a text from sarah that read: “i’m gonna be staying the night here, if you’re already asleep i’ll see you in the morning 🤍” with all your internal turmoil you hadn’t realized it was past the two hours she’d said. she would be out all night. you and rafe were home alone, all night. you swallowed down the lump in your throat, your heart pounding your chest. your feet were moving faster than your head, the pitter patter of your footsteps almost as fast as your heartbeat, and before you knew it you were in front of his door. you hesitated for a second breathing in deep once before knocking, the light was still on so you knew he was awake.

“yeah?” rafe did his best to hide the satisfaction he felt seeing you twitchy and shy in front of his door. you swallowed down again, looking up at him with as much confidence as you could. there was a few seconds of silence, he gave you the time you needed, looking down at you with bright inviting eyes.

“is your offer still on the table?” his face split into a grin, moving aside to let you in like you’d done before and with no hesitation you pushed past him. even the small graze of your shoulder against him set his skin ablaze. he was going to lose his mind.

“‘doesn’t really have an expiration date.” your mind was blanking at his every advance, you tried not to think about his words, you couldn’t afford to fall deeper for him.

“just don’t like tell anyone about this?” you murmured, watching him close the door behind you two and getting a bit nervous. if sarah found out you’d be in for hell. losing your virginity to your best friend’s brother wasn’t exactly a great conversation to have.

“i’m not topper don’t worry.” you believed him, rafe despite his other faults, was always respectful.

“can i kiss you?” you nodded fervently, rafe held back a laugh at your enthusiasm. he walked up to you slowly as if giving you the chance to run and slid his hands from his hips to the curve of your waist. you stood on your tiptoes, your arms going around his neck and rafe couldn’t believe this was real. maybe if he pretended it was a dream he wouldn’t be so nervous. he’d have to do just that. one of his hands cupped your face, thumb stroking along your cheekbone and your eyelashes fluttered closed at the touch. he pressed a tentative kiss to your lips.

his lips felt soft and you breathed out in relief after, as if some sort of spell was lifted. rafe kissed you again, this time letting himself breathe you in. you felt so small and delicate in his hold, he wanted to take his time with you. you had other ideas. kissing rafe cameron felt even better than you’d imagined, when he pulled back you surged forward this time, biting his lower lip making him groan into your mouth. another chill of desire wracked your body at the sound and you tested the waters by licking the seem of his lips. rafe pulled you even closer and bent down to kiss you deeper. his mouth opened and his tongue met yours. you tasted so good to him he couldn’t stop himself from sucking on your tongue slightly, making you whine in his hold. the sound flipped a switch in his mind, he wanted more of the sound, he needed to hear you say his name in that airy desperate sound again. a string of saliva connected your lips and snapped off in the middle, your breathing was heavy and his was too. you caught your breath all the while looking up at him, he held your gaze. the furrow of your brows grew deeper the longer you looked.

“we don’t have to do anything else.” him asking for consent again drew in another crushing wave of arousal, you were a lost cause. okay maybe your standards were in hell. even his cologne was better than any other guy, something woodsy and heavy, mature, not like the shitty ones you’d had to smell before.

“no-no i want to,” he’d have to ask you later why you looked so mad after kissing him, right now he had too much else to do. you could only watch as he lifted you by the grip on your waist, your legs going around his hips in fear of falling. he’d done it so casually you couldn’t process it in time. rafe set you down gently on his mattress, his weight pressed into you and your legs tightened around him. he kissed you again, already missing the taste of your lips, and leaned back. you realized what he was about to do as he sat back on his knees.

“no i-can you just come up here?” you felt far too shy for him to eat you out and although rafe respected your wishes he was a bit disappointed. he’d just have to make sure there was a next time. there were other ways to taste you anyways. he followed your lead, leaning back over you and kissing you again, tongue and teeth clashing together in need. one of his hands moved from your waist up and under the hem of your shirt, traveling up slowly until he reached the fat of your breast. the feeling of his fingers on your nipple jolted your body. usually you didn’t get anything out of a guy touching your boobs but him you were arching into his touch, huffing into his mouth. rafe loved how sensitive you were, reacting to every touch of his. he massaged the tit in his hand, reveling in how you squirmed underneath him. if you kept moving you’d feel how painfully hard he was in his shorts.

after giving up on kissing you he peeled off your crop top, trailing kisses down your neck. he bit at the skin and sucked, surely littering your neck with hickies. you smelled so sweet to him and he couldn’t get enough, biting hard in the juncture between your neck and shoulder. you squeaked at the feeling, shocked at how pleasure blurred the lines of the pain you should be feeling. being marked by rafe was transcendental.

“look at you, so fucking pretty.” you met his gaze, his eyes raking down your chest and back to your face. the compliment made your head even cloudier, you’d let him do anything he wanted already, and it didn’t even scare you. his mouth trailed lower, biting at the tops of your breasts before latching onto your nipple and sucking, biting and laving over the sensitive nub with his tongue. you writhed under him, desperate for some friction between your legs. you huffed out a breath in frustration. he took his time bruising your chest with his marks. everyone should know who you belonged to. he leaned back to admire his work, his eyes finally meeting yours and seeing your waterline filled with unshed tears. god he was being so cruel, you just wanted to come and here he was doing as he pleased.

“rafe can i have your fingers please?” he was about to take pity on you anyway but the desperate sound of you begging was too delicious to give up. he looped his fingers through yours, hands intertwined against the silk sheets next to your shoulder.

“fuuckkk when you ask like that how can i say no?” his eyes nearly rolled back in his head from your voice, he might just come from it alone. “how d’ya want them?” he knew, of course he knew, he just wanted to hear you say it. your lips were swollen from his kisses and you still managed to look so innocent under him, he wanted to mark every inch of your body so no one could touch you again.

“you know!” you huffed out, a pout on your lips that he kissed away, you still looked at him with frustration. your underwear was practically sticking to you now, you felt so warm and uncomfortable between your legs, desperate for friction. you’d never felt like this before, completely wrecked with need, unable to think about anything besides addressing your desire.

“spell it out for me, i can’t think clearly right now.” he kissed under your ear coaxing you into submission, a purr curled through you at the feeling. his lips were featherlight against you, soft and adoring and you couldn’t remember why you were holding back.

“‘wan you to fuck me with them.” it was a small mumble, slipping past your lips but rafe caught it nevertheless. his free hand hooked into your pants and pulled them down, you kicked them off and let him settle back between your legs. at least being out of your pants gave your legs some reprieve but the cool air only illuminated how drenched your underwear was. rafe’s large hand skimmed past your breasts to your stomach and rested against your waistband. he looked to you for admission and you nodded your head. instead of dipping underneath the band he trailed downwards, over the flimsy material. the ghost of his touch near your clit had you jerking under him, your hands flying to his shoulders. two large fingers pressed against the fabric, right above your opening, his fingers felt moist and he clicked his tongue at the feeling.

“baby you soaked through your panties, whose got you so worked up?” you whined, a pretty throaty sound that you’d been holding in and he vowed to pull more from you. his fingers were skimming along your opening, teasing the fabric and not quite touching you. your legs wanted to close on his hand but your hips moved closer, trying to make him touch you.

“you!” you screamed out, eyes squeezed shut as he removed his hand completely. you’d start leaking through them if he didn’t do something soon.

“that’s right me, not those fucking losers, just me.” his free hand, closed around your chin making you open your eyes and meet his. he looked crazed, pupils blown and overshadowing the blue with hooded eyes and a satisfied grin curling his lips. when you met his gaze he finally dipped his fingers beneath the band and pressed his thumb against your clit. he found it with such ease your eyes rolled back into your skull, gasping at the feeling of finally being touched. “i got you baby,” your legs spread wider for him, pulling him into you as his fingers slid through your drooling folds all the while his thumb ground against you. his fingers were so much larger than yours you could feel him everywhere. he prodded your hole with his index finger, grunting at how tight you were. streams of arousal kept pouring out of you, you needed him to do something. you squirmed under him again and rafe acquiesced, shoving his finger in. you were so tight and warm around him, slippery and soft walls hugged him as he stretched you out with one finger alone. “f-fucking tight,” he was gonna start soiling his shorts from the way you felt around his finger alone. he fucked you slow and deep, feeling along your insides for your sensitivity. he knew as soon as he found it because you screamed his name, hands clutching his arms tightly.

“feels weird,” he let you get used to the feeling, his thumb grinding against your clit. you were already feeling close and he’d barely started.

“poor pussy probably never felt this good huh?” you whimpered at his words, he was being so filthy and usually it turned you off. nothing about rafe could do that at this point. you shook your head, affirming his suspicions and his middle finger circled your opening. he was gentler this time, moving his fingers in inch by inch until you stopped clamping down. the pressure of him stretching you wasn’t unbearable but you didn’t know how you’d ever take more than his fingers at this rate. he accurately hammered against that spot, out for blood, while his thumb circled your clit. you were dripping onto his hand, coating him with your juices and the squelch of his fingers fucking into you filled the room. the sounds were so obscene you tried blocking them out with your pathetic little whines but rafe was determined to hear your soppy cunt crying for him. it wasn’t long before you felt the encroaching of your release and he knew it he could feel it in the way you clenched around him and whined when his fingers pulled out completely. one more carress of the sensitive gummy spot inside you had you seeing white. your vision blurred as you shook in your release, holding his wrist so he’d stop his motions, shivers wracked your body as you came the hardest you ever had. your walls fluttered around him, more of your release dripping down your cunt and soaking the sheets below. he was sick enough to leave them like that for the night, you smelled so sweet and he bet you tasted even better.

his fingers dipped out of your underwear and your eyes opened to watch him, probably a mistake on your part because just the vision of rafe cameron licking his fingers clean and groaning at the taste made you ready to go again. his eyes rolled back in his head at the taste, his eyes ground shut at the sugary flavor coating his tongue and teeth. he really hoped you’d let him have more later because now that he’d had a taste he wanted the full meal. you shivered at the way he reacted, your whole body on high alert from your orgasm, but even as sensitive as you were you couldn’t help but be greedy.

“rafe, can we go further?” his heart might just give out, you look nervous even now after he’s already addicted. he moves back slightly, pulling his shirt over his head and your eyes are drawn to his chest.

“never thought you’d ask.” you’re not even trying to hide how you ogle him, seeing him at the beach is one thing but in front of you, when you can touch him is another. rafe watches you reach a hand out, slightly out of range and moves closer to you, letting you touch him. your smalls hands traverse the expanse of his shoulders, his pecs, and trace the outline of his abs. when they reach the tuft of hair above his waistband, rafe has to stop you. the tiny fleeting touches make him twitch in his pants. he moves your hand to rest against his shoulder, pulling your underwear all the way off and looking down at how he completely drowns your body out.

“fuckkk can’t believe im the lucky one who gets to break this little pussy in,” he kisses along your neck, hands squeezing your waist and marveling at how diminutive you feel. he can’t wait to be inside you, he wonders if you’ll even be able to take him.

“s-so dirty” his words are heating up your entire body and you’d feel embarrassed if you weren’t arching into him. rafe moves to pull down his shorts, waiting a beat before he does.

“you sure you want this?” while taking your virginity was something he could only dream about before he needed to be sure.

“yes i want it to be you, i trust you.” you say it as normally as you can.

“we can stop whenever you want, like i said ‘offer’s not gonna expire.” you hope you can take it up even after this, maybe not even once or twice. if he could make you feel like this why would you need anyone else? then he pulls his shorts off and you start to regret your decision.

“oh-is th-that gonna fit?” his cock sprung out and slapped against his stomach, long and thick and way too big for you. you could barely take his fingers this would never fit. it looked so angry white precum dribbling down stark against the flushed pink curling along the veins and curving with him to the right. you wouldn’t survive this.

“you’ll do your best right?” you nod enthusiastically, you wanted to take as much as you could. “good girl.” oh, you’d have to explore that later. you nearly moaned at him calling you that. rafe caught it though, he knew your reactions well by now. he lined it up over your stomach, seeing how far it would go and your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. your belly button was completely covered, not that it mattered he was halfway up your torso. rafe’s grip on your waist tightened, he’d ruin you for anyone else, stretch you out and mold you just for him. no one would feel as good as him and he nearly drooled at the sight.

despite how feral he felt, he made sure you were still wet enough for him to slip in, you were. his tip pressed against you, he let you drool onto him, juices swirling with his and making a sick plap plap plap sound as he tapped against you. he’s far wider than his fingers and you tried to relax. you motioned for him to come closer, his lips out of reach and you kissed him sweetly. when he could feel you relax he pushed in, instantly being shoved out. so tight he couldn’t even get the tip in. “fuuckkkk gonna have to marry you.” you don’t even process his words and he doesn’t really know he’s saying them out loud either. he tries again, pulling you slightly onto his length and you gasp at the stretch. you’re gripping him like a vice and it’s nearly uncomfortable but being inside you breaks something inside of him and he’s drooling into your mouth. you don’t even care you want more. “doin well angel-hah-taking me so well.”

the pain is an afterthought now, you want him to stretch you and fill you until you can’t breathe. you don’t know if you’ve wanted anything more in your life. so you do the unthinkable, you try moving down his length. rafe can’t be held responsible for his actions after that.

he gives into your silent plea, skewering you on his cock and pushing past your gooey rings of resistance until he’s halfway in. you held your breath the entire time as he curved into you, tip smearing precum along your walls as he molded you to him, his veins catching on your entrance and making you jolt at the feeling. you push at his chest, the pain making you scream his name as he lets you adjust. there’s tears trailing down your cheek that he licks away. he kisses you until the ache between your legs becomes distant, it’s salty and sloppy but it distracts you enough. rafe makes the mistake of looking down, sees the way you’re gaping for him and how it looks like he’s splitting you in half and he bottoms out. the snap of his hips against yours makes you moan, he’s filled you up now and you can feel him in your throat. you swear you feel him get bigger when you whine his name pathetically, his dick twitching inside you.

it’s too much and you try running from it, shoving up the length of the bed but rafe just pulls you back down. “t-too big hng can’t-“

“come on i thought you were-fuck-a big girl,” he groans into your ear, you shove against him once more and he slips out a few inches, just enough for you to relax. you can still feel him nestled against your cervix, he’s leaking into you and your thighs are coated in both of your arousal. you tap his shoulder for him to move again, pulling out until his tip is the only thing inside and then spearing all the way back in. the feeling makes you cross-eyed, his throbbing tip bumps along your sensitive spot until it nestles against you, as far high up as it can and you think you might be coming on every thrust because you’re so obscenely wet more slick just pours out of you every time. rafe knows it’s because there’s no space for anything but his cock and he can’t help but grin, watching your pussy engulf his length despite how small you are under him. every thrust sends your whole body upwards but his grip on you keeps you close, he’s almost fucking you back onto him.

“feels good hah,” you finally murmur into his neck, wrapping your legs around his hips so he can drill into you better. his thrusts are deep and slow, letting you get used to the feeling but you don’t think you like it like this. if he’s going to ruin you he might as well do it properly. “h-harder.” rafe moans your name at your request, his voice sounds so wrecked you clench down at the sound alone.

“turned this pussy into a slut, ‘couldn’t even take-hah-two fingers now look at you.” really he’s proud of you, proud that he made you like this. although he wants to tease you he can’t hold back much longer either and it’s your first time so he’s gonna be nice to you. rafe pulls out and slams back into you setting a faster rougher pace, your skin is slapping against each other and you think he might bruise your hips. your head is shoved up the length of his bed until it threatens to bump against the headboard, he puts his hand between you and the wood, his other hand holding onto the frame for support. your legs are being bent and pressed to the sides and the new angle makes him hit that spot with blaring accuracy. a sick ring of white forms at the base of his dick and his balls are slippery from your arousal. you still have a vice grip around him, something he won’t get used to but is definitely get addicted to. the room smells filthy and the sounds of you chanting his name combined with the squelch of your cunt is pornographic.

“gonna be a good girl and come around my cock?” your walls flutter at his words, like his permission has you ready to come. you come undone with one more thrust, your cunt is milking him as if coaxing him to come. “fuck fuck fuckkkk.” he pulls out just in time to come onto your stomach, shooting thick gooey ropes onto your soft skin. the white contrasts the blue and purple that is starting to bloom around your neck and tits.

you blearily watch it happen, disappointed he didn’t come inside, but warm and fuzzy from your release. there’s one thought nagging you though as you rest comfortably on his sticky soaked sheets. “it wasn’t a one time offer right?”

“no fucking way, i’m never letting you go.” rafe looks at you like you’re crazy, he’s ready to propose. there’s no way in hell he’s making this a one night stand. after all he’s broken you in, now it’s the fun part.

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[arc-misadventures]

The beach. Imagine how pent up Pyrrha is. She could be the worst. Probably not but what would hers be?

The Beach: P

Jaune: Huw... Is this another beachside pool, or is this a different one...?

Jaune: No this is a different one... The showers are on the other sided, not over here.

Jaune: Hmm... Probably has something to do with this place being, 'Kink Beach.' No doubt if one person likes doing it public, others will follow...

Jaune: Mehh. Let's go for a swim in the pool...?!

(Splash!)

Jaune: Ahh, what?! Who?!

: Oh? Hello, Jaune~!

Jaune: H-Hi... P-P-Pyrrha...

Pyrrha: Hi~!

Jaune: S-So... you enjoying the water...?

Pyrrha: I'm enjoying it, I'm enjoying it very much so~!

Jaune: So... w-what's up with you...?

Pyrrha: Oh, I've been waiting.

Jaune: Waiting... Waiting for what?

Pyrrha: You~!

Jaune: Oh...

Jaune: Why?

Pyrrha: Well, this is, 'Kink Beach,' a place where you tell those that you fancy all of your most depraved sexual desires, in a hope that the two of you act them out~! So, I've been waiting for so I can tell you mine, and ask you all about my sexual fantasies, and to hope you will enact them out with me~!

Jaune: Oh... okay...

Pyrrha: So, would you like to hear me out~?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Okay...

Pyrrha: I want to be taken out in public~! I want my lover to absolutely defile me, to spank my bar ass, use my hair like a reigns on a horse, reshape my insides so that no one will ever fit inside me, and to absolutely cover me, drench with his seed as he calls me his bitch~!

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Okay... W-Why...?

Pyrrha: Why? Well, everyone thinks of me as the prim, and proper, 'Invincible Girl~!' Imagine how swiftly their oh so precious imagine of me will fall apart if I was being ravaged like some common whore for all to see~! Gods~! I feel so horny just thinking about it~! But, to actually do it with you, Jaune~! Now doesn't that sound fun~?

Jaune: Ha... well... just because you asked me to do it... doesn't mean I will...

Pyrrha: Oh? But, I wore this swimsuit especially for you~!

Jaune: M-M-Me...?!

Pyrrha: Yes~! I know how much you love one piece swimsuits~! How you love that they perfectly display the female form~! You love how they encompass, and enhance the allure of the female form~! How it retrains my heaving bosom so it isn't bouncing for your enjoyment, but it makes you question how, and how much they would bounce if they were freed from their tight, nylon prison~! You want to know what happened if you pulled it what sound it would make when it slaps my wet ass~! You desire to run your hands up, and down my body, feeling the tight curves of my swimsuit as they hold my thic body within it's grasp~! But, I know what you like most of all, Jaune~!

Jaune: W-What is it that I like the most...?

Pyrrha: I watched your eyes, you weren't staring at my breasts when I came out of the water. No, you were watching the water as it slid of my body. How it pooled in the crevice of my breasts, how it slide down my body onto my wide, thic, child bearing hips. Which then made you think, how much bigger all of me will be. When. You. Put. A Child. In. Me~!

Jaune: Oh gods...

Pyrrha: So tell me, Jaune~? Would you like to live out my sexual fantasies~! Take me right here, right now, and let every one know who I belong to~? You, and your big friend here~?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: ...

Pyrrha: I'm waiting, Jaune~?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Pyrrha... Pull my trunks down, and get to work...

Pyrrha: As you command, Master~!

[benz12313]

Love's Surprise Pt. 1 - Ridoc x Reader

{Images are not my own}

Summary: You and Ridoc have been dating for months now, and he's been missing all day. What could he possibly have planned for your first Valentine's Day together?

Warnings: fluff, that's it - just fluff

Part 2/2 - 🌶️

Author's Note: This ended up being WAY longer than I meant it to, and I can't wait to upload part two, which will get spicy. I hope you like part one though!

Word Count: 3,466

My back hurt from flight maneuvers this morning as Draka had decided that today was the perfect day to spring a new move on me…without informing me that they were doing so. I nearly lost my seat, but with grit, determination, and a healthy amount of luck I was able to keep it. However, I ended up with what felt like a massive bruise on my back from the moment where I nearly lost it. 

Chores at 5am this morning kicked my ass too, scrubbing floors as penance for a prank that my loving boyfriend dragged me into last minute. How should I have known that he’d cooked up something particularly nasty for Dain to run into? I thought he’d been clinging to me as per usual. 

But no. He’d been using me as an alibi, and gotten me roped into his punishment with him. If he wasn’t so cute, apologizing and promising to make it up to me later, I might’ve been mad at him. Damn Ridoc and his puppy dog eyes, always sweet-talking the anger right out of me. 

Speaking of the man, he’d been suspiciously missing all day. No flight maneuvers. No battle brief. No history. The last time I’d seen him was right after we’d finished scrubbing. He’d given me a chaste kiss and apologized again before dragging Sawyer off with him to “prepare something”. What that something was? No clue. Sawyer was back by battle brief, with no Ridoc in tow. 

At this point I didn’t really care either. It’s Friday. I was done for the week, and I wanted nothing more than to shower. Let the water run over my tired and aching muscles, maybe curl up with a good book after, and then go in my dorm and hide from the world. Maybe go find Ridoc. But if I knew my boyfriend, he’d find me long before I could find him, and with the distance he had today, it wouldn’t be long until he was seeking me out. 

Was I worried about what he was up to? Slightly. Was I more worried that he was about to drag me into another of his masterful pranks? Definitely. 

“Hey! Y/N!” Violet’s voice rang down the hall and I turned to see her jogging to catch up, a bright grin on her face as she made it to my side. “Xaden said that package came in! You know, the one you had me order a few weeks ago?” She winked conspiratorially and I blank-faced. Package? What package again? 

“Huh?” I asked, and her eyes widened as she finally took in my form. Mud up to my shins. Leathers looking dirty and ragged, definitely needing a fresh wash. Scratches on my hands, and back slumping as I tried to take the pressure off it. My hair was definitely a mess, and I felt like I could barely keep my eyes open. 

“Damn Y/L/N, are you…alright?” She asked, biting her lip and worry washing over her. 

“Yeah, just penance chores and Draka being difficult during flight training.” I sighed. 

‘You need to be prepared Brave One,’Draka’s voice echoed in my head, ‘It is for both of our sakes. The Silver One and Tairn demand worthy riders to follow them into battle.’

'I know. I know.’ I relented mentally. ‘Why did I have to be bonded to the one dragon with a case of hero worship?’  She chuffed mentally, and I had to fight off a smirk. 

“Think she’ll let up on you?” Violet asked and I raised an eyebrow at her and let out a chuckle. 

“Would Tairn let up on you?” I asked and she laughed. 

“Touché.” She relented. “But the package, you know what day it is right?” 

“Ugh? Friday?” I asked, suddenly feeling stupid. What day was it?

“Wow I guess Ridoc didn’t need to worry after all.” She laughed, and then shook her head. “It’s Valentine’s Day Y/N.” 

My eyes widened in shock and then suddenly, I really did feel stupid. How could I have forgotten, when that’s all Ridoc had talked about for the last two weeks! “Shit!” I hissed, shaking my head. “You said it arrived? Where?” I looked her over, but surely the package wouldn’t fit in her small pack. 

“Dropped it off in your room.” She said grinning wide again. “Figured it’d be easiest to leave it there for later.” She winked and I laughed. 

“Thanks Vi, you’re the best. Seriously.” I said, and she smiled wide. “Speaking of my boyfriend though, where’s he been off to today?”

“Oh is the Princess finally realizing her boyfriend is missing is she?” Sawyer asked teasingly as he merged into our slow pace, heading towards the dorms. 

“Shut up, you don’t have nickname privileges Sawyer.” I teased. “But yeah, know where he is?” 

“No clue, he ditched me after I dared to…oh how did he say it? ‘Impose upon his creative vision.’ ” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I told him you’d like it if he gave you a damn rock, but he wasn’t convinced.”

“You know how he is with her.” Violet chided, and I shook my head.

“Like a damn puppy?” Sawyer asked. 

“No, like he’s in love with her!” Rhiannon quipped, and I laughed, despite my heart lurching at the words. The words that we definitely hadn’t said to each other yet. 

“You don’t even know who we’re talking about.” I grumbled and Rhi laughed. 

“Puppy? That blush on your face? It’s obvious we’re talking about Ridoc here, c’mon.” She laughed at the incredulous look on my face. “Dude follows you around like you’re a divine being and you’ll grant him some immortal gift. There’s no possible way we could be talking about anyone else.” 

“Fine. Have any of you, other than Sawyer, seen my boyfriend?” I asked. 

“No, but I would get cleaned up though, I think he planned to have it all done by six.” Rhiannon said, but Sawyer shook his head. 

“Seven. The ugh-“ He side-glanced me, “Well, it was a little more difficult than originally planned. And Aotrom decided to take matters into his own hands, or claws I guess.” Sawyer chuckled and my eyes narrowed. 

“What does Aotrom have to do with it?” I asked, and all three of them blanched. 

“Please don’t ask. He’ll be pissed if we let it slip. He’s been planning this since you guys got together.” We got together six months ago? Just before threshing?! Sawyer groaned. “And he’ll blame it on me.”

“Because you’re the only one who was supposed to know, but then you came blabbing to us!” Violet teased and Sawyer groaned again. 

“Just…please don’t ask.” Sawyer begged and I laughed. 

“Whatever, I’m gonna go get ready for my date? I guess?” I said and they all nodded. 

“Date works.” They agreed, and I nodded, lifting my hand as a goodbye as I turned to enter my room. Closing the door behind me, I immediately saw the brown parcel containing the items I’d ordered and smiled. While some would have to wait for later, there were things I could definitely use right now. 

A few hours later and I was once again sitting in my room, waiting for Ridoc, who still had yet to show. Yet, not an ounce of me was worried, because it’s Ridoc. He’s probably the only person on this entire campus that I trust with 100% of my everything. The man could take my hand, tell me to jump off a cliff with him and all he would have to do to convince me would be to ask me to trust him. And I would. Gods, I really would. 

A sudden urgent knocking, or rather, pounding at the door dragged me from my thoughts, and I jumped up to get the door. I’d barely taken in the sight of Ridoc (his hair an absolute mess, what little exposed skin that was showing was covered in a thin sheet of sweat, and he was shaking), when he pulled me into the hallway and into his arms, squeezing me tightly into a hug and burying his head into my neck and littering kisses along the exposed skin. 

I giggled, and then moaned when he suddenly sucked a bit of skin between his teeth. “Ridoc stop it, we’re in the hall.” I whined as he pulled back, and I was nearly knocked off my feet by the look of absolute adoration he was giving me. 

“Sorry Princess, couldn’t help myself. By the way…Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N.” His grin made my heart stutter, then stop. So consuming, so warm, so..completely, Ridoc. 

“Happy Valen-AHH!” I screeched as he suddenly picked me up, spinning me around like he does anytime he gets too excited to contain himself. Which is often, and I’m definitely still not used to it. I groaned as the pain from the bruise that had indeed bloomed on my back hit, his grip a tad too tight on the sensitive skin. And why was he so fucking cold?!

He immediately stopped, letting me down and looking worried. I gave him a sheepish look. “Nothing big, got a bruise during flight practice today. Not your fault, you didn’t know.” 

“You sure you’re okay.” He looked worried for all of a moment before I nodded and then he was giving me a flirty wink and a panty soaking grin. “Good, because after what I’ve got planned for tonight I was reaaaally hoping we’d come back and have a little fun together.” He waggled his eyebrows as I giggled. Wait. Come back?

“Are we going somewhere?” I asked and he nodded excitedly. 

“I made a surprise for you.” He said, and I raised my eyebrows. 

“I assume that’s why you’re freezing and look like you’ve been working with your signet all day?” I asked and he nodded again. 

“But no more hints, Aotrom is excited and waiting for us.” I raised my eyebrows. “Yeah you heard that right Princess, Aotrom has decided to let you ride on him today…. and only today.” He looked like he added that bit on Aotrom’s request, as they were obviously conversing together now. “He’s as excited as I am though, he’s been helping me all day.”

“Let’s go before I start asking more questions.” His grin took my breath away as he leaned in. 

“Probably best.” He muttered, before sweeping me into an all-consuming kiss, that was entirely too inappropriate for the public hallway. I didn’t have the heart to stop him though, and I knew I never would. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

‘I’m sorry I ever doubted your flying skills!’ I thought at Draka, who snorted. 

‘Glad I finally get some recognition.’ Being so far away messed with me, even though they were still a five minute flight away, hunting in the mountains. 

‘Seriously, how does Ridoc deal with this?!’ 

‘Aotrom is a very…spirited dragon.’ They weren’t kidding, that’s for sure. The way Aotrom flew felt downright reckless compared to how Draka flew. I couldn’t tell if he was showing off or trying to kill me. ‘He wouldn’t dare endanger what’s mine.’ Draka hissed in my mind. If Ridoc wasn’t here I would have fallen off by now, that’s for sure. I wasn’t quite as certain he wasn’t trying to kill me. 

Ridoc’s grip on my hip though, rubbing little circles into my skin? Steadying me and holding me to his chest as his other hand gripped the pummel of his dragon? It had my heart racing for reasons other than his dragon’s reckless flying. Maybe his goal was to make me so grateful I was still alive that whatever he’d planned for me would seem amazing on principle. Whatever, I couldn’t really find myself caring. Just wanting to touch land as well as kiss Ridoc. I’d been yearning to put my lips back on his since back in the hallway where he’d kissed me like he was gonna take me, right then and there.

I kinda wished he had. 

But even with his dragon’s insane flying, the biting cold of the February air whipping through my hair, and my choice of clothing beneath my flight jacket making me question my choices; I felt undeniably warm and safe in the arms of the man I called my own. And I wanted to see what he’d spent so much time planning and then energy executing. He was tired, that much was obvious, but he was here, and my heart beat in my chest at the thought. He always sacrificed so much, just to see me smile. 

I wish I could tell him that I love him. It was the only thing I couldn’t get myself to say, though it’d been on the tip of my tongue for weeks. Irrational fear held me back, held my tongue, telling me it was too early, too soon, that I couldn’t possibly know that this is true love. A million different reasons to tell me to just keep my mouth shut. To hold those three words in, until the time was right. Whatever the fuck that means. 

Soon we were landing, Ridoc holding me tighter to him as we were jostled about, and then helping me down once we’d made dry land. Well, other than the snow, so I guess, mostly dry land. The snow crunched below our boots, but I hadn’t made it three steps before Ridoc covered my eyes with his hands. 

I chuckled, kind of expecting it. After all, Ridoc never did anything in halves. Full commitment kind of guy, whether it be a prank or a surprise, he always put in his best. 

“Okay Y/N, let me lead you through here, and then I’ll uncover your eyes, promise.” His voice was laced with childlike glee, as he held me steady towards whatever he wanted me to see. There was rushing water nearby, deafeningly loud, maybe a river? Or a waterfall? I couldn’t really tell. But that was my only hint other than when the air shifted, from biting cold with wind to…surprisingly warm. Not enough to strip my jacket or anything, but warm enough for my nose to stop tingling. 

It was only a few steps later when he let go, and my jaw dropped as I spun, trying to take everything in all at once. We were in a cave behind a…waterfall? That had to be right, but where running water should be, was a giant ice wall, shining and shimmering, but standing resolute and protecting the rest of the cave from the mist that should be pouring in. Good thing too because spread around the large space were a bunch of different torches, and the center of the room was a large ice bowl, with a roaring fire inside. And between the torches? Half a dozen life-size dragon figures. Not just any dragons…Iron Squad’s dragons. In astonishing detail, and shimmering differently than his normal ice figures did. Shock overcame me when realization hit. 

“You finally achieved permafrost?!” I asked whipping around to see him hanging by the cave’s entrance, smiling warmly at me. 

“I’ve only been working at it for the last month. Achieved it last night.” He said, and I smiled wider. 

“This control though! These are amazing babe!” I said and he chuckled walking forward, taking my hand and leading me around the backside of the fire, where I could now see a picnic basket, a large cushion big enough for both of us and a thick blanket. 

“The waterfall was the hardest part, and the outside has already melted.” He sighed, frowning slightly at the waterfall as my jaw dropped. 

“You froze the entire waterfall?!” I asked as he pulled me down into his lap. 

“You say that like I did something impossible.” He brushed me off but his self-satisfied smirk betrayed his act of playing coy. 

I brushed his messy curls out of his face, and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “Nothing seems to be impossible for you. I’ve definitely learned that in these last few months together. This is definitely repayment for chores this morning, and then some.” I giggled, looking around to see that he’d hung icicles from the ceiling as well, some as long pillars and then some as teardrops, all of them creating kaleidoscopes of light across the ceiling and walls. “Let me guess, Aotrom lit the fires.”

“And kept me warm. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to-“ He stopped, face going sheepish as he saw the pout and minor glare forming on my face. “Don’t give me that look, I promise I didn’t take it too far.”

“Just almost too far.” I accused and he chuckled nervously. 

“Riiight. Also this is just for Valentine’s, I still have to make up for chores.” He assured me, making me roll my eyes. 

I looked around again, my heart easing. “It really is beautiful.”

“Well you seem to love my ice so much, I figured I’d make a grand gesture. Plus s’mores!” He announced, opening the picnic basket, where chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers sat, as well as two metal rods. 

“Makes more sense now.” He gave me a confused look. “Why you enlisted Sawyer’s help.” His eyes darkened and I realized my mistake. “He didn’t say anything, I swear! I only asked him where you were because I saw you drag him off this morning.” 

“Hmm,” He paused before kissing my nose. “Fine, Sawyer is spared, just this once.”

I laughed and pulled out the sticks. “Let’s get roasting, yeah?”

“Anything you wish Love.” The word pounded through my head, and stopped my heart. It was new, and made my cheeks go crimson. But I definitely didn’t hate it, in fact, it had completely the opposite effect, making my stomach flip and my core go molten. 

“And I-I wish for s’mores.” I said, and if he noticed the effect it had on me, he hadn’t said a thing, just lifted up the marshmallows for me to load our sticks. 

We caught up over marshmallows and chocolate, and I gave him a rundown of my day. He licked off every stray bit of chocolate that happened to escape my mouth, and the third time it happened, he’d sent me into a giggling fit so violent, we’d both ended up on our backs laughing. He wrapped an arm around me, and I rested my head on his shoulder, and we stared up at the light dancing across the icicles. 

He’d been oddly silent for a while. In fact, this entire night he’d been much quieter than normal, and it was starting to concern me a bit. 

“I need to tell you something Y/N.” He whispered finally, and I turned to look at him but he tightened his hold on me. “Don’t. Keep looking at the lights while I muster up the courage here.”

He sounded nervous, which…honestly I’d never actually heard him nervous before. Even when Violet proposes some absurd plan. Even when he asked me to be his. He’d never sounded nervous. 

“Okay…can’t say you’re not putting me on edge here.” I whispered back but did what he asked, finding his hand and squeezing it for support. 

“I-I…it’s just…I’ve tried writing it out…practicing with Sawyer…and I lost myself in the details of all this because I didn’t…don’t know how to say it.” He whispered, emotion catching in his throat as realization hit me. I knew what he was about to say. Knew, only because I could suddenly feel it in every single chunk of ice around me. 

“I just wanna say-“ I cut him off. 

“I love you Ridoc.” I whispered. He froze. And then suddenly he was on top of me, laughing and looking so bewildered. 

“There is no WAY you just stole my thunder!!” He said, tickling me and making me squirm. “I fucking love you brat!”

“Well you were taking to long-“

“I’m sorry my confessions of love take too long for you!” He teased, tickling me until I could barely breath, only then did he stop. His mouth hovering above my own and eyes dancing with delight. “You really love me though?”

“Of course Ridoc,” I muttered, his mouth looking even more inviting as the words really sank in. He loves me too. “Even without all this, I already love you. Now…I still have my gift to give to you.” I whispered, brushing my lips across his, but pulling out of his reach when he tried to kiss me properly. “But, it’s back in my room.”

His eyes darkened. He smirked. Then he hummed, like he was thinking it over before speaking. “Okay love, let’s go see what you have cooked up then.”

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the opposite of the ronin x cold!reader one? a reader who runs warm enough they either overheat themselves if ronin also runs warm, or really like cuddling with ronin because it cools them down if he’s a heat sink

"Too Hot to Handle"

The heat clung to you, thick and stifling, as if the world itself had decided to smother you alive. Summer nights were unbearable—sheets tangled around your legs, sweat gathering at your collar, the mere thought of another human body pressing against you enough to make you recoil. But Ronin?

Ronin was cold.

Not just in demeanor—though that was an undeniable part of his charm—but in the literal, physical sense. His touch was always just a little cooler than expected, his presence an unnatural relief against your overheated skin.

It started as an accident, really. A brush of his hand against yours, and you shivered despite the oppressive heat. He noticed, of course. He always noticed.

“Oh? What’s this?” His voice coiled around you like silk-draped steel, amusement laced with something sharper. “Didn’t take ya for the clingy type, sweetheart.”

You scowled, shifting further from him on the couch. The oscillating fan did nothing to combat the way the summer air wrapped around you like a too-tight vice. “I’m not,” you muttered. “You’re just… cold.”

That damn smirk spread across his face like oil in water. “Cold? Sweetheart, I’m positively burning with passion.”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled, stretching his arms along the back of the couch, making a deliberate show of his presence. “So what you’re saying,” he mused, “is that you wanna cozy up to the Devil himself just ‘cause he runs a little cool?”

You refused to answer. You refused to give him the satisfaction.

But you couldn’t help it.

The nights got hotter. The air got heavier. And Ronin was right there.

At first, you resisted. Pride was a cruel master, keeping you just far enough away to suffer. But he was patient. Oh, he knew. He saw the way your fingers twitched, how your body wavered like a moth circling too close to an open flame—except, in this case, he was the ice, and you were the one burning alive.

And then, one particularly wretched night, you cracked.

“Not. A. Word,” you growled as you slid closer, pressing against his side, sighing in immediate relief as the coolness of his body seeped into yours.

Ronin, to his credit, didn’t gloat. Not immediately, anyway. He let out a slow, almost lazy exhale, shifting just enough to accommodate you, before murmuring, “See? Ain’t this nice?”

You scowled against his shoulder. “Die.”

“Already did, sweetheart. Didn’t take.” His arm draped over your shoulders, fingers feather-light against your overheated skin. He was careful, at first—watching, waiting. Testing your tolerance. But when you didn’t immediately shove him away, his grip tightened just a fraction, pulling you in closer.

And, god help you, you let him.

His body was a stark contrast to yours. Where you burned, he cooled. Where your skin was too warm, his was a welcome relief. It should have been unsettling, how much of a difference there was between you two, but instead, it was… intoxicating.

“You’re really soakinn’ this up, huh?” His voice was lower now, amusement tempered by something else. Something quieter. “Didn’t think you’d be so needy.”

You pinched his side—earning a low chuckle—but didn’t pull away. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You wanted to. Oh, you wanted to. But moving meant peeling yourself away from the one thing keeping you from spontaneously combusting. So instead, you muttered a half-hearted, “Later,” against his chest, feeling the way his breath hitched just slightly at the contact.

Interesting.

His fingers traced slow, idle patterns against your shoulder. “Gonna hold you to that,” he murmured, voice like a promise edged in something darker.

The minutes stretched, the heat of the night forgotten in favor of the cool, steady rhythm of his breathing. You should have been embarrassed at how easily you melted into him, how natural it felt to fold yourself into the space he made for you.

But Ronin didn’t tease. Not really.

He just held you there, the Devil himself playing the part of your personal ice pack, the steady rise and fall of his chest lulling you into something dangerously close to comfort.

It was stupid. It was reckless.

But god, it felt good.

And Ronin? Well.

He’d never admit it, but he liked it, too.

Even if he did take every opportunity to remind you about it the next morning.

"You sure you wanna get up?" His voice was a lazy purr against your ear. "Not that I mind, but after how much you clung to me last night, I figured you'd wanna stay close."

Your pillow hit him square in the face.

His laughter was worth the heat.

For now.

[bullet-prooflove]

Could you please do a Mike Franks with prompt 15. “I fell for a boy who could never ever let me walk home that way 'Cause you gotta be safe”?

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Prequel to:

Life Lessons (NSFW) - Mike and you don't play the games other couples do.

Count To Five (NSFW) - Mike comes home to a naked woman in his bed.

Pool House (NSFW) - You and Mike steal a moment alone at the LA Law Enforcement Conference.

Shirt (NSFW) - Mike turns up to a crime scene to find you wearing his shirt.

Love Is A Strong Word - Mike confesses his feelings after a disagreement.

Baggage - You confront Mike after he says another woman's name in his sleep.

The Written Word - Mike's world is turned upside down when he discovers a letter written by Violet before her death.

The Way of the World - There's a reason Mike's been teaching you all those life lessons.

There has always been chemistry between you and Mike, right from the first moment he stepped into one of his crime scenes and discovered the old NIS liaison Barry Gilford had been replaced.

Truthfully he wasn’t sad to see him go, the position was a power game to that asshole. He’d withhold support or information, using it instead as a bargaining chip. You are much more amenable and if he’s honest a lot easier on the eyes too.

Over the months he starts to like you, really like you. You used to be a master of arms before you left the Navy because it was too structured, you have your own C.Is you’ve cultivated from that time and an insight into the inner workings of the military that comes in handy on his cases. You’re smart too and wicked funny, the kind of humour that makes him laugh despite the gruff front he tries to enforce. You give him a run for his money and Mike, he hasn’t experienced someone who can do that, not for a long time.

It comes to a head over drinks. The team are celebrating the closure of one of their cases, he’d invited you along because without your invaluable expertise they’d still be dead in the water. It starts with the accidental nudge of his knee against yours under the table, he tilts his head to apologise but you have that look in your eyes.

Mike, he knows when a woman’s attracted to him, he can feel it on a visceral level.

Next it’s his arm around the back of your chair, an invitation you take to shift closer. The scent of your perfume floods his senses, something light and floral that reminds him of Texas in the spring. He drinks it in as his thumb traces a light pattern across your shoulder. Your hand comes to rest on his thigh and it feels like electric dancing under his skin as your fingers trail up the inner seam of his jeans. He spends the next thirty minutes struggling to follow the conversation as he adjusts the woody in his pants.

When he offers to walk you home you both know where this is heading, all that tension, all that build up, it feels like he’s about to combust as you link your arm through his, setting off into the night.

“So now you’ve walked me home, what’s next?” You ask as you stand on the doorstep toying with the keys in your hand.

You look so tantalizing in the glow from the street lamp, teeth biting your lower lip as you look up at him through those dark lashes of yours.

“I should take myself home like a good boy.” Mike says, his voice rough as his hands coming to rest on your hips as you lean in close.

“But you’re not a good boy are you Mike?” You tease, your fingertips chasing over the buttons of his shirt.

“No.” He says, his mouth brushing over yours. “No I ain’t.”

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★ — OUCH, SHOULD'VE LISTENED! ﾉ part one, chapter one. ⟢ an itasfushi x reader .ᐟ ⟢ click here for the album (look both ways!) overview .ᐟ

the tokyo air hung thick and heavy, a humid blanket woven with the tantalizing aromas of sizzling takoyaki and sweet taiyaki. the scents, like invisible hands, tugged at their senses as they drifted through the crowd, past towering malls and hushed cinemas.

nobara was cackling, triggered by some dry comment megumi had aimed squarely at yuji.

yuji, bless his oblivious heart, was utterly lost. his brow furrowed into a deep 'v'. "guys," he whined, the sound akin to a deflating balloon animal, "c’mon!"

megumi, a master of deadpan, simply shrugged, a barely perceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth betraying his amusement.

yuji huffed, the pink of his hair seeming to vibrate with his indignation, but quickly abandoned his pout. they passed a colossal, garishly lit billboard advertising—

"—human earthworm five!" he shrieked, the volume making several nearby pedestrians jump and shoot him bewildered glances. yuji stopped dead, his eyes widening to the size of saucers.

nobara rolled her eyes so dramatically they nearly got stuck. "ugh." she was going for a full 360-degree rotation, but her eyeballs were clearly protesting.

"no! not 'ugh'!" yuji’s head whipped back and forth, his fervor so intense you’d think he was defending the honor of his entire family. “i didn’t even know it was out!”

megumi sighed, the sound of a man resigned to his fate. he knew he was going to get dragged into this.

"can we please go?" yuji begged, his hands clasped together in supplication.

"no." nobara’s response was swift. it was the kind that could cut glass, or at least butter.

yuji sucked his teeth, a sound like air hissing from a punctured tire. "fine. i’ll go by myself, then!"

megumi’s expression remained unchanged, his face a study in stoic exasperation. “you can’t. gojo said we were supposed to stay together.”

right, yuji remembered. the whole point of this excursion was patrolling the city. which they were! sort of. it was just… well, there was nothing to patrol. it was mind-numbingly, soul-crushingly boring. they were keeping an eye out, of course, but multitasking with the intensity of olympic athletes.

megumi rolled his eyes. again. "fine," he muttered, the word squeezed out through gritted teeth. it was purely because he was tired of yuji’s whining. purely that. nothing else. absolutely nothing.

yuji’s face underwent a rapid transformation, his pout vanishing so quickly it was a miracle they didn’t all get whiplash. "see! even megumi said yes! he never says yes!"

"hey, that’s not true. i said yes to that street ramen place. and then i said yes to buying you water after you threw up because of it."

"you only said yes to the ramen place because you knew it was bad!" yuji retorted, jabbing a finger in megumi’s direction.

"no, i said yes because you wouldn’t stop nagging me. nobara said yes because she knew it was bad. i warned you, remember?"

"but—"

"i’ll redact my agreement," megumi warned, his voice low and dangerous.

"okay. you said yes. you always say yes," yuji blurted, frantically backpedaling.

nobara clicked her tongue, "still a no."

"but we’ve been to every dumb clothing place for you!" yuji protested, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

"hmm. you’re right." nobara pretended to consider this. "…no."

"you haven’t even given it a chance!" yuji’s face crumpled in a dramatic frown.

"i did. i went to see the first and second one with you, remember?"

"no, you went to the first one, and left at the start credits. and you only went to the second one because of the cashier, the one you thought was cute."

"oh. right. still, no."

"it’s a cinematic masterpiece! it’s real, and raw. you wouldn’t understand that because your taste involves stupid chick-flicks."

"take that back!" nobara threatens, her voice rising in indignation. "you love them!"

"no, i don’t!" yuji vehemently denied. "megumi does!" he then darted ahead of them, walking backwards, ready to shoot down any and all further insults about his favorite work of art.

megumi opened his mouth, not just to disagree, but also to warn yuji to be careful—

thud! the sound was accompanied by a yelp, though not from yuji.

megumi dragged a hand down his face, a gesture of pure, unadulterated weariness, while nobara erupted in a peal of laughter so loud it startled a flock of pigeons. yuji, in his backward ambling, had tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and sent an unsuspecting passerby sprawling.

"oh, my god!" yuji babbled, his face flushing crimson. "i’m so sorry! i wasn’t looking where i was going!" he scrambled to help the person up, his eyes wide with concern. yuji looked up to meet their gaze.

they rubbed their head, wincing slightly. "no, it’s fi—"

"y/n?" yuji breathed, his mouth suddenly drier than the sahara desert. holy crap. every alarm in his body was blaring, and his jaw hung slack, his previous indignation forgotten.

"oh, my god, yuji!" you greet, previous look of pain abandoned. "it's been so long, this is crazy."

nobara looks at megumi, expecting to share a glance with him. but, no, he's focused on, well, you. she inspects him, how his lips are parted, the way he lets his hair shield him.

nobara raises an eyebrow. she files this information away for later teasing.

yuji remembers you so well. you'd been his high school crush. well, crush was an understatement. more, like, first love. seeing you again? here in the flesh? it's like all those feelings come rushing back, and suddenly, he's not seventeen, but fourteen again.

he was experiencing a full-blown flashback to awkward adolescence, complete with the phantom scent of axe body spray and the burning desire to own a skateboard.

"yeah," he stammers, heartbeat quick. "yeah, it is, isn't it? wow, um, you look good. i mean, great. like, a decent amount. not that i'm saying you're, like, mid or anything. just that, um, you look... good."

you chuckle, mildly off-put. "thanks, yuji. you look good, too." there's a lilt in your voice, not quite teasing, but almost. yuji was suddenly hyper-aware of his sweaty palms.

"sorry. for knocking you over, i mean," he repeats, incredibly embarrassed about that. whenever he though about you, which was time to time, and the possibility of seeing you again... this isn't exactly how he expected it to play out. maybe with doves.

definitely doves. and maybe a gentle breeze rustling through his perfectly coiffed hair. instead, he’d face-planted you on the sidewalk.

"it's alright. i should've been watching where i was going," you say, waving his concern off.

yuji shakes his head, "no, no, i shouldn't have been walking backwards."

"but—" nobara clears her throat, saving them all from a never-ending cycle of apologies.

"oh, right," yuji chuckles, sheepish. "um, this is nobara. and that's megumi." gesturing to you, "this is y/n. we used to go to high school together."

nobara nods in understanding, "so, were you guys, like...?" that question grabs megumi's attention.

"no!" both yuji and you blurt at the same time. you laugh, nervous. "no, we were just friends. well, before you totally disappeared."

you frown, "a 'bye' would've been nice, by the way."

"...oops. sorry. everything happened so fast. my grandfather died—"

"oh, did he? i'm sorry." concern is written on your face, and yuji feels nice to know you still care. he was starting to think maybe the dove scenario wasn’t entirely off the table.

"no, it's okay. but, yeah, i go to jujutsu tech now."

"yeah, that's all they told us. isn't that the super, like, religious one?" yuji didn't really strike you as the type. but people change, you guess.

"uh, something like that. sure," yuji says, rubbing the back of his neck.

you nod, understanding. "right. yeah, okay." you open your mouth, maybe to add more, but your phone starts going off. "whoops, i've gotta get going. me and my friends are meeting at the movies," you smile, starting to wave bye.

"oh," he says, unsurprisingly disappointed. the dove scenario was definitely off the table now. maybe a pigeon. a slightly mangy pigeon. "what movie are you seeing?"

"pfft," you giggle, "only, like the best movie ever." as you jog off, you call out, "human earthworm five!"

oh, god, he fully remembers why he fell in love with you. it wasn't just the doves. it was the shared love of cinematic masterpieces about giant, possibly sentient, earthworms. it was destiny. or maybe just a really weird coincidence. either way, yuji was smitten.

and megumi? megumi who stood behind them, arms crossed, staring at you guys like you'd just killed his beloved dog of ten years?

a whole other story.

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Can you do a Valentine’s Day story with Kenny Omega x Fem Reader ?

Kenny and the reader are married and have a romantic night together consisting of dinner , and a romantic bath leading into love making. Thanks in advance!

You Taste Better // Kenny Omega x Reader

Author’s Note -> Happy Valentine’s Day! I’ve been so busy recently between moving, visiting family, and then some things that have come up but I’m hoping I get a little more consistent with writing pretty soon. I’m not usually one to write about fluffy stuff like this, but since the day calls for it I guess I’ll do it.. just this once 😉 as always, happy reading!

Pairings -> Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader

Warnings -> Fluff galore, Cursing, Hickies, Fingering, Handjob, Unprotected P in V, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 2.3k

Valentine’s Day: a day for extravagant gestures, lavish gifts, and world-class dinners. But this year, your first Valentine’s Day married to Kenny, things would look differently. He insisted– begged even, that the two of you stay home and he’d handle everything.

“I got this,” he’d said confidently this morning, kissing your forehead and disappearing into the kitchen.

But now, as you stood in the doorway, arms crossed in amusement, you watched your husband fumble his way through cooking dinner for the two of you. Adorned in a simple black tee and sweatpants, Kenny was the epitome of domestic charm– if not a little bit chaotic. Steak sizzles in a pan while a pot of mashed potatoes sits abandoned on the counter, a wooden spoon resting near the edge of the countertop.

“You’re supposed to stir those, babe,” you pointed out, holding back laughter.

Kenny turned, a sheepish grin on his face. “I was… getting to it.”

You shake your head, walking over to him and taking the utensil from him, giving the potatoes a much needed stir. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, planting a soft kiss to your hair and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re interfering with my master plan,” he murmurs, lips brushing the skin under your ear.

“You looked like you needed some help, babe.”

“I’ll admit to needing you, but that’s nothing new.” His hands slide down your waist, pulling you closer to him. You breathe out a sigh, now having your own troubles focusing on the potatoes. He chuckles at you, kissing your temple before pulling away to finish with the steaks. 

Dinner eventually made its way to the table– not perfect by any means but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You and Kenny sit across from each other, candlelight flickering between you, casting a warm glow on his face. He pours you a glass of wine, making a toast to another year together.

“To my beautiful wife,” he says, his voice soft now. “The one person makes every win, every loss, and everything in between worth it.”

Your heart melts at his words and you know for a fact that right now, there is no place you’d rather be than here. No five-star restaurant, no elaborate trip, nothing could compare to the serenity of this moment. As chaotic as it was trying to get dinner together, you wouldn’t trade this for the world.

You continue with dinner, making conversation and occasionally flirting and cracking jokes back and forth as you finish your meal. The two of you finish eating and Kenny stands first, gathering your plates and placing them in the kitchen before coming back to the table and extending his hand to yours– taking it and leading you upstairs. The second you step foot into the bathroom, your breath hitches in your throat. The tub was already filled with warm water and full of bubbles, the air thick with the soothing scent of vanilla and sandalwood. Rose petals decorated the water and tile floor, with dozens of candles flickering around the room– the only source of light.

You turn to him. “When did you do all this?”

Kenny smirks. “I have my ways.”

With gentle hands he undresses you, his fingers trailing slowly down your arms before guiding you into the water. Warmth envelopes you, relaxing your muscles as you watch Kenny undress himself. He slips in behind you, pulling you into his chest. His arms snake around your waist as he presses a soft kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N,” he murmurs.

You lean back against him, sighing contentedly. “Best one yet, baby.”

The two of you relax in each other’s embrace, soaking in the moment– one that you don’t get often with how often he’s on the road. You feel the water ripple beside you as he brings his arms out of the water, cupping water in his hands as he rinses your hair. He reaches for your shampoo– the one you bought specifically because he loves the scent, and gathers some in his hands before lathering it and bringing his hands to your hair. He massages your scalp, his hands warm and deliberate, working the soap through your roots and ends before rinsing it out. He follows with body wash, his body wash, and rubs the skin along your shoulders and chest– kneading the tension out of your muscles. The soft glide of his fingers sends shivers along your spine and soon his lips follow, brushing the sensitive skin of your ear once more.

“Kenny…” Your voice barely whispers.

He hums, his hands drifting lower. “I told you– I got this.”

The water ripples as he turns you to face him, rinsing the soap from your body. He watches the water cascade from your skin, his eyes dark with something deeper than just affection, then brings his hand to your cheek. His thumb brushes your lips before capturing them in a kiss– slow, passionate, and filled with all the love in the world.

You melt in his arms, your fingers threading through his damp hair as his hands explore your body under the water. His touch is gentle yet firm, teasing yet possessive. The steam wraps around you both, the heat between you far exceeding that of the water.

He pulls away just enough to look at you, his lips swollen and red from the kissing, his breathing heavy. “You are so damn beautiful.”

Your heart races as he trails his kisses lower, his mouth finding the most sensitive spots along your neck, your collarbone, and lower still. His fingers ghost over your thigh, spreading warmth in their wake. 

“I think we need to take this somewhere more… comfortable,” he whispers, his voice husky.

You nod, breathless, as he stood, water dripping from his toned body. He holds out his hand, helping you out of the tub before wrapping a plush towel around you. But the moment your feet touch the floor, he lifts you into his arms, carrying you into the bedroom. You take in the sights around you– rose petals scattering across the bedroom floor and your shared bed, a bottle of Dom Pérignon resting on ice, and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries.

A giggle escapes you. “So, dinner and a bath weren’t enough?”

Kenny smirks, sitting you on the bed gently. “Oh love,” he murmurs, he presses a kiss to your cheek, “the night’s just getting started. Here,” He hands you a flute of champagne. “To us.”

You both sip your glasses as he reaches for a strawberry, swirling it in the air playfully before bringing it to your lips.

“You know, they say strawberries are an aphrodisiac.”

You smirk, staring into his eyes as you take a slow bite, your fingers brushing his. “Mmm… then I guess you’re trying to get me in trouble tonight.”

He laughs, taking another sip of his champagne. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m just celebrating.”

You raise your glass to his, your eyes darkening with something deeper. “To celebrating, then. And to you– my favorite indulgence.”

You clink glasses, sipping slowly, your eyes locked on one another over the rim. You reach for a strawberry, holding it between your fingers before pressing it gently against his lips.

“Your turn.”

He takes a bite, licking a stray bit of chocolate from his lip. “Delicious. But I think you taste even better.”

He groans softly, setting his glass aside before leaning in, his fingers tilting your chin up. Your lips meet, warm and unhurried, tasting of champagne and chocolate. His hands slide to your waist, pulling you closer and guiding you towards the center of the bed. Your fingers intertwine themselves in his hair, tugging gently at the strands along the nape of his neck, drawing a soft groan from his lips. The towels that had clung to your bodies were now long gone, laying on the floor in a heap as you were now chest to chest– skin to skin. The warmth radiated between you, heartbeats in sync, moving together as one. 

His fingers trail down your body faintly, ghosting along your freshly bathed skin directly where you needed him most. They danced along the flesh of your thighs, moving ever so delicately towards your aching heat as his lips found the sensitive skin of your neck, nipping and gently sucking fresh marks along your jaw. You whine in a mixture of pleasure and frustration, your body calling to him for more. 

“Be patient, baby,” he breathes into your skin, “I’m in no rush tonight.”

Kenny’s lips find yours once more and you sigh in content, his fingers growing closer and closer to your glistening core. You shiver when his digits finally reach you, your eyes fluttering closed as he drags his fingers through your wetness, finding your clit and rubbing soft circles into the swollen bud. You hiss, your head falling onto the mattress as you finally feel relief from this burning tension. Your hips unconsciously follow his movements, your body desperate for more– dying for more.

You weren’t the only one silently begging for release, however, as his hardened cock pressed into your thigh– and for a moment you swore you could practically feel him throbbing against you. You wrap your fingers around his shaft, pumping his cock with your hand, earning a guttural moan from him. His head falls in the crook of your neck, soft moans and groans being breathed into your ear as you stroked him. It was then that his fingers teased your entrance, entering you one at a time, and thrusting into you with slow and deliberate movements.

His voice is husky and full of lust as he whispers in your ear, “Fuck, Y/N… still so fuckin’ tight for me…”

“Means you gotta fuck me more, baby,” you breathe out, the curling of his fingers inside you having you nearly breathless.

He growls, lifting his head and resting his forehead on yours. His eyes are trained on you, watching your face contort with the slow thrust of his fingers as he himself tries to keep his composure from your touch on his cock. He pulls himself away from your hand, removing his fingers from inside you much to your protest, and instead teases your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Later. Right now,” his lips brush against yours, mere centimeters away from pressing them together again, “I wanna make love to you, baby.”

You gasp as his length slowly enters you, stretching you around him– your walls molding to the size of him. You’ve had sex with Kenny countless times, but he never fails to take your breath away every time he pushes himself inside you. His eyes stare into yours as you bite your lip, and you’re convinced you’ve drawn blood, but all of your thoughts melt away as Kenny stares at you lovingly while he buries himself deeper inside you. He stops as he’s bottomed out inside you, a breathy moan falling from his lips as he locks your lips again, devoting every ounce of love and passion into the kiss. He doesn’t stop kissing you as he begins to rock his hips against yours, his cock slowly thrusting inside you.

Whimpers and moans escape you with every movement of his hips, your body overcome with pleasure as he delivers on his promise to make love to you. He pulls away from your lips, breathing heavier as he brings your legs to his hips, letting them interlock around his waist as his slow thrusts continue. You moan his name like a mantra, the sounds of your lovemaking echoing your shared bedroom. 

“O–oh, Kenny…”

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so beautiful.” He peppers kisses along your cheeks, and with each new location they find he utters compliments, affirmations, and most of all– proclamations of his love for you. He feels your pussy flutter around him with each sentence, your body telling him you believe each word that falls from his lips, but most importantly– that you’re close to your release. His fingers find your clit once more, resuming his soft circling motions which makes you cry out for him even more. 

“K–Kenny, baby, I–”

“Eyes on me, baby…” he mutters, “Wanna watch you cum for me. I’ve got you.”

Your eyes open to his already looking into yours, and you feel it. The love, the passion, the desire, all combined and manifested into one single gaze. It’s this gaze that sends you over the edge, your orgasm rippling through you– powerful and warm, just like him. His follows suit, his eyes never leaving yours as he releases himself inside you.

The two of you ride out your respective orgasms together, heartbeats still as one, the rise and fall of your chests in unison. Nothing else matters in this moment, the entire world has completely faded from existence– it’s just you and Kenny. The two of you. Together as one.

He pulls out of you slowly and you whine at the loss, feeling incomplete without him consuming every ounce of you, and he chuckles– pulling you into his chest. 

“So, how’d I do, baby?” he mutters, placing a kiss below your ear.

“Not too bad, so long as you don’t forget about those candles like you did the potatoes.” You giggle, gesturing to the candles in the bathroom, still burning bright.

“Fuck!” Kenny scrambles out of bed, running to the bathroom as you laugh at him, your heart full of nothing but love and admiration– despite the domestic chaos. 

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Blood Will Out Ch 16 - The Reunion

Summary: When Agatha Sannikova learns she is, in fact, Agatha Heterodyne, she inadvertently kicks off a series of events that reopens old wounds, drags secrets into the light, and brings war to the doorstep of the all but defenseless Mechanicsburg. Saturnus struggles to crush his enemies with a town almost as broken as his body; Agatha, determined to undo the chaos she's unleashed, plunges into the depths of Castle Heterodyne.

Raised by a literal saint and the devil incarnate, Agatha - with an unleashed mind, a burning spark, and a band of very unexpected allies - will fight to do the unthinkable: be a good Heterodyne and a good person.

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Gil managed to get Tarvek pinned to the ground and shout, “I knew you were—!” before Agatha got him in a headlock and hauled him off-balance.

“Stop that!” she shouted as Tarvek scrambled away.

“Hy forgot about him,” Vole muttered. Higgs murmured a slightly sheepish agreement.

“What are you doing here?” Tarvek demanded. “How did you even – do you have any idea how dangerous this place is?”

Gil broke free of Agatha’s grip and shoved her away, barely looking at her.

“I heard what you did! Trying to kidnap someone and then lying about it, and who even knows what else! I knew I had to stop you, because they’d never see you coming, you lying, traitorous, weas—!”

This time, it was Tarvek who tackled Gil. He had significantly less success pinning Gil down, but held his own as Gil struggled to break free, or at least get enough space to draw back a fist. 

“I never did anything to you!” Tarvek screamed. “All I wanted to do was help—” 

Gil tried to cover Tarvek’s mouth with his hand. “Shut up! Shut up, you liar! The Baron told me exactly what you are!”

Tarvek let out a sound somewhere between a howl and wail and bit down on Gil’s hand.

A cascade of water hit them, leaving both boys coughing and sputtering. A shadow fell over them, and they looked up to see Agatha with her fists on her hips, glaring down at them.

“Thank you, Mr. Higgs,” she said, not looking around. 

“Ma’am,” Higgs said, setting the now empty bucket down. 

“I do not have time for this,” Agatha said to them, sternly. She pointed at Gil. “You. Get off of him.”

Slowly, sullenly, Gil obeyed, and he and Tarvek got to their feet. While Tarvek was Agatha’s height, Gil had a few inches on her, and several pounds of muscle on them both. The way Agatha was glaring, she somehow managed to loom over him all the same.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my castle?”

“I’m Gilgamesh Holzfäller. I came here to stop Tarvek from—”

“I wasn’t going to—!”

“Ah-ah!” Agatha interrupted, holding up a hand. She shut her eyes and inhaled deeply. When she opened them, she had…changed. Neither Tarvek nor Gil recognized it, but the castle did. Higgs did. Even Vole did.

Whatever their feelings about the girl, all three felt nothing but honored to bear witness as – after years of having roots trimmed and new growth cut away – a Heterodyne began to bloom. 

“My town is under attack. I need to fix the castle. Tarvek has been helping me, and I need his help, so whatever you think he did, too bad.”

“But you have to—!”

“Have to?” Agatha repeated. Her eyes blazed and her jaw clenched. She knew how to respond to that one. Lord Satur— Her grandfather had said it often enough, and right now Agatha felt it in every bone in her body. She bit the most important words back.  “Have to? I am the ward of Master Saturnus Heterodyne and Lady Teodora Vodenicharove! You are an intruder in my town, in my home!  I can do whatever I want, and I do not have to do anything!”

“Bu—” Gil began. 

She pointed imperiously at both of them.

“Whatever your problem is, you both put a sock in it until all of this is over, because I don’t have time for it. If you can’t do that, get out, or wait here until I do have time to get someone to escort you to safety. If you are going to help, you have to be gracious.”

“Gr/gracious?” the clank repeated, baffled.

“Dot vill be de Lady Teodora talkink,” Vole said from the corner of his mouth.

“You already know I’m here to help you,” Tarvek said. He shot a nasty glare at Gil, who shot one right back.

“Well, I know he’s up to something, and I’m not letting him out of my sight until he does it."

“Do it in a polite and respectful manner!” Agatha ordered. “As long as you’re in my castle, you will behave like civilized gentlemen. Understand?”

They both nodded, still shooting each other vicious glares.

She swiveled on her heel to face the others.

“Now what?” 

“N/Now we go to th/the li/library. Foll/follow me.”

“Just admit we’re lost,” Higgs said.

“We are no/not lost!” the castle snapped. “I cannot get lost withi/in my own wa/wa/lls! The rooms have/ave simply been mov/mov/rearranged in my ab/absence!” 

Agatha felt that must be the case. No matter how uncharitable one might want to be, there was no denying that 'all these hallways look the same' was not a viable complaint for anyone. Each Heterodyne had left their mark, whether in design or decoration. One hallway had snakes - carved into the crown molding, twining around light fixtures, taxidermied into poses alternately intimidating and unsettling. Another had been built perfectly symmetrical, and had managed to remain so even in the destruction. Mirrors had cracked in the exact same pattern, statues were missing the same pieces, and rugs unravelled so tidily it was hard to believe it was not intentional.  

They had settled, mostly unconsciously, into a formation: Higgs and the Castle/Muse hybrid in the front, Vole bringing up the rear, the Heterodyne and her associates in the protected middle. Gil and Tarvek had been very consciously ordered to walk on either side of Agatha after the second slapfight had broken out.

“I’m pretty sure I saw that pillar before.”

“Do you/you want to le/lead?”

“Little bit.”

“Wait,” Tarvek said suddenly, bringing them to a halt. He cocked his head to one side. “Shh. Listen.”

“I don’t hear anything,” Gil said irritably. Tarvek was listening too hard to be snippy back. 

“Me either. I think the fighting’s stopped.”

“What?” Agatha said. “You can’t tell me your father just gave up!”

Vole fished out a pocket watch and glanced at it. “No, dey is probably just stopping for de night.”

“You can’t call time out in the middle of a war!” Agatha exclaimed.

“Sure hyu can, especially if hyu can’t see in de dark. Efferybody splits up und goes to sleep und den dey is rested for fighting in de morning.”

Agatha looked at Higgs, who nodded.

“That’s crazy!” Agatha sputtered. “That’s—! You—! What!”

“You have to sleep if you want to keep your strength up. And speakin’ of, maybe you three should put your heads down for a bit.”

“We can’t go to sleep!” Agatha protested. “I have to fix the castle!”

“They can/cannot stop now. I must/must be repaired.”

“They’ll be a lot less likely to bolt you in upside down if they have a nap first,” Higgs pointed out.

The clank hesitated, the tips of its wings flicking uncertainly.

“Well,” it said grudgingly. “When you put it/it that w/way.”

Vole made a face. “Lord Heterodyne is not gon be happy about dis.”

“He’s going to be a lot less happy if he doesn’t get his castle back,” Agatha said, and rubbed at her face. With her momentum lost, her shoulders sagged. “’M hungry,” she mumbled.

“C’mon,” Higgs said, and changed directions. Down another hallways, and then he ducked into a room and waved for them to follow. 

It was a bedroom, dominated by a four-poster bed. Agatha guessed that it might have been some kind of guest bedroom, as the furniture selection had the slightly disjointed feeling of being things you didn't want to get rid of, but didn't like enough to use every day. The bedposts, for example, were carved to look like they had simple vines twining around them. Beautiful, but not particularly exciting - the flowers depicted weren't even the poisonous kind. The sturdy wardrobe in the corner couldn't walk on its carved wooden feet, and the rug was, under the dust, attractive colors in a pretty pattern that did not make you feel like your eyeballs were being dragged from your skull.   

Like everything else, it had seen better days – the bed curtains and blankets were moth-eaten, and one of the posts had snapped, leaving everything hanging at a wild angle. Agatha recoiled as Higgs approached it.

“What if it has rats in it?” she whined. Gil and Tarvek nodded vigorously, noticed they had agreed on something, and glared at each other.

“Hyu should be so lucky,” Vole said dryly.

“I’ll make something up,” Higgs said. He looked to Vole. “Think you can find a kitchen from here? Good. You go get them something to eat, I’ll take care of this."

“And wh/what am I/I suppo/osed to do?” the castle demanded.

“You stand guard outside the door and try not to be annoying, if you think you can do that without blowing a circuit.”

“You/you are ver/ver/much ruder than I rem/remember.”

“It’s been a rough day for everyone,” Higgs said flatly.

Both Vole and the clank turned to leave; the castle flicked its wings out enough to block Vole from passing it, but couldn’t fold them back up properly and had to shuffle out the door sideways while Vole snickered.

The teenagers huddled up against the wall, Agatha once again the bulwark between the two boys, and watched Higgs as he began to strip the bed. He was examining each piece of the bedclothes very carefully, looking for something – they did not know what, and he did not volunteer the information. Anything that passed the test was tossed into a pile in the middle of the floor; the rest went onto the bed. When all the blankets and sheets had been sorted, Higgs went to the wardrobe and repeated the process.

“The castle knows him?” Tarvek whispered.

“He said he was from Mechanicsburg,” Gil murmured.

“But the way he talks to it is weird. And he just walked right in here without any trouble. Vole’s a Jäger—”

“Jäger-shaped,” Agatha corrected.

“Fine, Jäger-shaped. But he’s just...he looks like just a human.”

Higgs began to construct makeshift bedrolls out of the blankets that had matched his mysterious standards. As he did so, he glanced up and, seemingly without meaning to, met Tarvek’s eyes. Tarvek felt his stomach go tight. The look in those eyes was not threatening or dangerous, but told Tarvek that while he was not quite in over his head, he was sinking rapidly and should perhaps abandon ship and strike out for shore.

Tarvek looked away.

“I guess it doesn’t matter,” he muttered. He wondered if Higgs realized how much of a mistake that had been. Perhaps he had weighed the dangers of warning Tarvek off against Tarvek saying something he shouldn’t; perhaps he simply hadn’t realized Tarvek was very, very good at this.

Because Higgs might as well have told Tarvek to his face that he was right, there was something strange about him, and it was a secret, and the secret was big enough that he would be willing to hurt or even kill Tarvek to keep it that way.

“What do you mean, Vole’s Jӓger-shaped?” Gil demanded. “You’re either a Jäger or you aren’t.”

“He used to be. The generals threw him out because he tried to kill the Heterodyne Boys.”

A pause.

“What?”

Agatha shushed them both, irritably.

“Keep your voices down! The castle doesn’t know – and you two are not going to tell it. I need all the help I can get in here, and the castle will absolutely crush him if it finds out. The Heterodyne Boys forgive him for it, even though he swore to get his revenge and...” Agatha waved a hand in an “and so on” gesture.

“Then why is he helping you?” Gil demanded.

“He’s not helping me. He’s helping my— He's helping Master Saturnus.” She paused, and glared at Gil. “And you don’t tell anyone that. Especially not the Baron.”

“Then he is still a Jäger!”

“No, he isn’t,” Agatha said, in the tones of a Mechanicsburger explaining something that was perfectly sensible and blatantly obvious – to them. “Jägers swear the Jägertroth and serve the Heterodyne family. Vole broke the troth, but he helps Master Saturnus, specifically." She frowned. “Although Master Saturnus was surprised. He thought Vole hated him, too...Mr. Higgs?”

Higgs looked up.

“Do you know what happened with Vole? Why Master Saturnus thinks it’s his fault?”

“What makes you think I know?”

“You’re old enough to have been around when it happened. Aren’t you?”

“I am that,” the airman said, mysteriously amused. “What did he tell you?”

“I asked once, but he didn’t want to talk about it, just that it was his fault. Vole wouldn’t say anything except that it wasn’t his fault – but I think Master Saturnus must have done something bad, because he never thinks anything is his fault.” 

“Is that all Vole said?”

“He said it was very personal.”

“Huh,” Higgs said, genuinely surprised. After a moment, he went back to arranging the blankets. “S’pose it is.”

“You’re not going to tell me either, are you?” Agatha complained.

Higgs was quiet for a moment. He finished arranging the blankets and rose, moving to sit down on the bed. He took out his pipe, but did not light it.

“There was a…misunderstanding between Vole and Master Saturnus. Saturnus felt that should be taken into consideration. The generals…didn’t.”

There was a long silence.

Tarvek was thinking that once again, Higgs had said more than he likely intended to say. For one, Higgs had the apparent age of someone who would have been young when the Heterodyne Boys came to power – perhaps not a child, but certainly not a full adult. Certainly not old enough to hold any kind of position that would let him be privy to the Jӓgers’ secrets.

Agatha was thinking something very different.

“Did Master Saturnus ask him to kill his sons?”

“No,” Higgs said, immediately.

He din’ need to ask. Hy alvays know. Dot’s vy Hy iz…

“But Vole thought he did,” Agatha said.  

“Yes,” Higgs said. “Vole wanted him to ask him; I think he would’ve tried it eventually, on his own. The generals thought so, too, so they threw him out. Saturnus couldn’t stop them – wasn’t his call to make.”  

“How do you think someone is asking you to commit murder?” Gil demanded. Tarvek raised an eyebrow.

“Extremely easily,” he said. “Especially if both parties are familiar with each other.”

“And you’d know all about that,” Gil sneered.

“And he and Vole were very familiar with each other,” Agatha said to Higgs.

“No offence meant, but I’d say ‘bout the closest things to friends your average old school Heterodyne could have.”

“I believe it,” Agatha said dryly. “Honestly, I’m surprised they were close enough that Vole even thought he could guess what Master Saturnus was thinking.”

“That’s the thing,” Higgs said. “Vole didn’t think he could guess. He could. I’d never known him to be wrong, til that night.” He glanced at Gil and Tarvek, then away. “This ain’t my story to tell. And it ain’t somethin’ you need to worry about. ‘S not somethin’ you can fix, not the way you’re thinkin’.”

“I guess you’re right,” Agatha said with a sigh. “It’s none of my business.”

It made sense that she would care about her grandfather’s guilt, but she cared about Vole’s side of things, too. She wasn’t sure why. Perhaps because she and Vole both cared about Saturnus, in their own different ways. Perhaps it felt unfair to punish him for something he might have done, even if the might was a probably.

“Besides,” Tarvek said, “he’s not a Jäger anymore. That means he’s not your responsibility.”

Agatha said nothing to that. No, he wasn’t a Jӓger. He wasn’t really a citizen of Mechanicsburg, either. He’d shown nothing to her but indifference, and she couldn’t say she particularly liked him as a person, so it wasn’t as if they were friends. And yet…

She did not notice Higgs noticing that she did not say she agreed.

[raddestrose]

Bro Imma be for real, it didn’t click that Huaisang was the like THE guy, it took me like a few minutes

But forgive me for saying, he’s like totally innocent in my book

[shan-yee]

My mom : you know, sometimes i wish that you would be more like girls your age….

My 18 years old ass writing x reader at 2AM (i started at 12 on Wattpad-)

[vynnyal]

Finally finishing totk

[dailynakaharachuuya]

2. Swapped AU

[izartn]

Something something the way the bones/ashes of a ghost in TGCF work as a totem of love, bc they're literally the anchor of the soul on the mortal realm. Something something Palamedes trusting Camilla to take care of his remains in case he died, so he could come back, trusting her with his soul. Something something Camilla defending ferociously what little she could kept of him near her heart, lamenting she couldn't find the rest, keeping faith to the end.

This is a ghost love story. You could say the way remains and ghosts link is everywhere all over the world, but the specific way theyre a token of love in TGCF reminds me awfully of Camilla and Palamedes whole situation.

Hua Cheng says that if his ashes were destroyed (bc he knows xl enough to know it'd be only when xl is permanently dead and gone himself) (bc if xl doenst want him to remain in this world he won't...) it'd be OK. His soul, his very being on the hands of his beloved. The year of waiting by XL at the end, trusting HC will find his way home to him. Brr.

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

BASED. Finally someone actually acknowledging Tenko`s sexism and making her overcome it instead of unfunny jokes or ignoring it.

Making unfunny jokes? Lame

Ignoring it? BORING

Having Tenko run a primarily woman's shelter during the literal apocalypse which forces her to see actual genuine families that she in her heart cannot bare to turn away when she has resources to help, forcing her to interact with guys more then she had before and getting to observe them be good people trying to help their mothers and sisters. When clearly troubled by how this is changing her world views a nice older trans lady sees this young teenager trying to help everyone but clearly having gender essentialist views correctly blames her guardian for her teaching her those views then goes over to help/adopt her, slowly working through it and kindly correcting her when she messes up or says something bigoted and while Tenko's progress is slow and she still makes mistakes, a lot of them, its clear she's trying and she's growing and she'll get there one day and you just cant help but be proud of her while Tenko learns to be more then just what her master wanted for her and learns who she is outside this role she was molded into causing her to question herself in ways she never was allowed to before? BASED AS HELL

[pixelatedraindrops]

The NDA afflicted with different illness 😷 + sprites :3

Yuma: Influenza/High Fever

Yakou: Stomach Virus

Halara: Bad Allergies

Desuhiko: Laryngitis

Fubuki: High Fatigue/Dizziness

Vivia: Severe Anemia/Dehydration

Kurumi: Common Cold

~

[anonprotagging]

I FUCKING LIVED LET"S FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO