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louebel · 1 year ago

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Hi! Can I request fluff Law x fem!reader where reader is feels sick but tries to ignore it/do things on her own (she’s not used to ask for help) but as a doctor law easily can tell by the signs and it happens during their sea journey on the polar tang? Hope I’m not asking too much love ya 🥺

Feel free to add angst or anything else to your writing ^•^

this is super old and the only request i'll ever do (atm) since i had a wip— ANON SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER <\3 reader is gn since i used the second person and no description.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: trafalgar law × gn!reader 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 6,124 wc. a bit angsty, ends with fluff, emotional reader for the sickness, law is bad at emotions. this turned longer than expected, i hope it's decent xdd hit me up if there's any mistakes lol. supposed to be called windows of the soul,, divider by @ benkeibear my lord and saviour. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: sickness overtook your body and worsened your already pitiful situation. law has been ignoring you and you have no idea why... but with how you felt, there was no way you could confront him at the moment.

scrub, scrub, scrub...

"... phew ..."

scrub... poof!

"Oh! — damnit — aargh..."

Cleaning today has been a nightmare. Never been so tedious.

Like, it was already uninteresting compared to all the other things you could do, but today it was ten times worse. You could bear it, seeking to make dusting shelves fun by humming some random tune to yourself. It was okay, something you had to do every once in a while. You could do it.

If only you weren't sick.

"Achoo! Achoo! — urgh... Achooo..! Damn."

You began feeling like this some days ago, or so you told yourself as you delicately hunched down to the floor, hoping to grasp the yellow sponge soaked in foam and water without experiencing excruciating pain. However, your hopes soon shattered as your back screamed in agony and your legs trembled with soreness, almost giving up on you.

Just the flu, you insisted, it would go away. A couple of sneezes mean nothing. You would feel better and all would go back to the ordinary.

... Oh, how wrong you were! And how stupid for not getting a day off.

You were capable, though! You counted on your immune system (it sounded heroic the first time you thought of that). One night is all you needed.

Or not.

"Ow, ow..."

You should've told your captain. Sure, it would cost your courage, pride, and dignity, but at least you'd be cured. You'd rather die than tell him you got sick because of the one herb he instructed everybody to avoid.

What's worse is that he's been rather distant, and he's unquestionably avoiding you. The way he shoots daggers — no, whole machetes in your direction every time you do anything, smart or not, is so clear even the crew can see it. And the worst part? You do not know why.

It had been like this for a while now, and you detested this whole plight with passion. Everything was okay between the two of you, you were sure of it! What did you do that spurred such a reaction? From one so dear to you?

Those sweet memories...

From new findings you excitedly presented him, to revealing himself, his past and adventures to you after almost a year of sailing. You knew everything about him. He knew everything about you.

So why? Why stop so abruptly? You didn't mind when he digressed about his newfound coins. When he murmured under his breath while he pored over medical books or mulled about a particular topic. When he stressed over labor and called for a brief break, where you or the crew would attend to him by delivering him a meal or helping when he wasn’t looking. He's so stubborn.

"Uurgh..."

From captain, to Law, to captain again. Not to mention how he deftly stopped you from hanging out with him. You thought he needed space at first. Maybe he was tired and had to rest for the next few days. That’s alright. However, your thoughts deteriorated as the days passed. But well, right now it's better if he doesn't see you at all. Nor the crew‌ — oh, the damn crew. Those two.

The "two" being the pair of nitwits that constantly stand by law's side and grin at you. Seriously...

You do not understand what Penguin and Shachi find so amusing about your situation with him. It's a tragedy, not a comedy. You love them both, truly, the minute you stepped into the polar tang they were the first ones to get you to open up and all, but goodness, you wish you could beat them for sitting there, cackling and clapping their hands while confiding some mysterious comments to each other when la — the captain, showed up in the area and walked past you with an unreadable gaze. He'd constantly salute you and the others with a bow of his head or more, depending on his mood.

Now? If he saw one inch of your form?

Sigh. His face always went red.

Why can't those two just tell you? Even Ikkaku seemed to know something you didn't. She was more subtle about it, though. Jean Bart wasn't slick either. You could see him smile from a mile away. Hakugan and Clione? Shachi and Penguin 2.0, except they hid behind Jean Bart. The rest pitied you instead, sometimes patting your back — sometimes shaking their head almost in disbelief. Oh, and Bepo gave you suspicious smiles! Every time he tried to say something to you, those two animal hat-wearing goblins silenced him. Did they just want you to suffer?

And if they did want that then their curses were working because even after grabbing the sponge (almost losing your temper as it slipped through your gloved palm twice) and straightening back to an erect pose, your head was still banging with fervor, muscles barely reacting.

If only you could snuggle with the fluffy, warm mink right now. A bitter sigh rushed past your lips at the thought.

Those two were just so mean. But Law was much meaner — the captain, the captain... Yes, the captain. That... That dummy.

You groaned and shook your head while forcing your wobbly arms to scrub the table, exhausted mentally with this never-ending train of thoughts and these fanciful fists leaving invisible bruises all over your poor body. Not to point out those hands pinching your brain like dough...

Just — you... Goodness, what was it he suddenly despised so much? The submarine felt like home. It was home, especially when he joined you. Now when he does, he — the aura he emanates is intimidating, yet everyone is either unaware of it or not affected by it.

What made him so resentful? You can barely say anything when he strides into the place, too panicked to learn how he would perceive you or talk to you if you go on. It's like you're back on step one, isolated, too scared to be yourself with your family. Because of one man who's supposed to be the head of it.

Being you felt like a sin when close to him, as if he preferred the private variant of who you are, and shunned your curious and spirited self. You could understand since he’s rather closed off and well, in a certain aspect you are too, but — did he not like you at all? Was it all an act to not offend you? He didn't seem to dislike your vivid reactions initially, or your foolish gestures when nearing a fresh island. You were often silent, smiling and listening to others converse, but when around your companions, you easily liked to open up since it was the only time you could do so. And they were more than just that. You entrusted all the members of the heart pirates. They meant everything to you. Even him, who stopped including you.

Ugh...

You wished it could all go back to normal.

This disease enjoyed fumbling with your previously scrambled sentiments. Law did mention it brought a high fever and emotional susceptibility. You didn't consider it'd be this severe.

"... Okay, I'm done."

You certainly weren't, with your bed unmade and furniture still dusty; floor imploring for a good wash. However, with the croaky voice you had paired with your runny nose, you doubted you could do more. Even if you did, it'd be better not to.

You peered down at the bucket full of water that probably smelled better than you at the moment, ignoring the small puddle beside it made by your poor handling sponges skills. Grimacing, you decided to leave it where it was in case carrying it back turns out to be a challenge. Hopefully, Ikkaku can provide you help later.

Looking around, your droopy eyelids dimmed your perspective and further provoked you as both exasperation and exhaustion mixed and boiled in your gut, room so messy it mirrored your current state. You didn't know what was irritating you more: the light of the lamp or the disarray you resided in.

Howling dejectedly, you turned and plodded to your bed, opening your arms, ready to throw yourself on the mattress. The more you sleep, the sooner you'll get better. Yeah, you're so brilliant. You closed your eyes and —

knock knock.

— reopened them a second after, remaining immobile for an extra few before glowering at your door, contemplating whether to go open it or linger to determine if they'd leave. Hmm.

You waited.

... knock knock.

Fantastic.

You gritted your teeth, drawing a profound breath to settle your nerves, haywire thanks to the hellish illness. They didn’t deserve to withstand your rage, but who knows, maybe by seeing your shape, they'll show sympathy and tell you. That could work.

Okay.

You sluggishly trudged to the door, not bothering to adjust your unbuttoned pajamas and faking a cheerful facade. You hoped your face didn't look too awful, but you couldn't care less right now.

Gripping and twisting the knob, you pushed it open, greeting them with the feeblest voice you've ever had, your sore nose making it unthinkable to inhale air. You rubbed the back of your head while doing so, eyelids closed to evade any light.

"Yo, Penguin, Shachi, how can I—" the words automatically came out of your coarse and blazing throat, opening your eyes a bit to look at... them...

Then you saw a tattoo. And more tattoos. No white, poofy boiler suits in sight.

By barely seeing light before, you tried giving yourself mercy, but now you were only slaughtering yourself to make sure the person in front of you was, well. Him.

Your jaw fell while your brows lifted in consternation, but shortly returned down thanks to your declining headache. Your pupils then scaled the mountain of mass before you and arrived at the peak. Another pair of eyes.

Cool, gray eyes. The ones that just a week ago welcomed you with compassion and comfort. Now they drive you to wither away from this world. Even if you look up to them. (Hehe, get it? man, you're so silly, wow.)

"—help … Captain. Uh, hello." and there goes your comfort zone.

You tried swallowing down air but got pounds of mucus down your stomach instead, curved posture closing up even more in his presence, ashamed to be seen in such a weak state, instantly regretting not managing your appearance as his gaze scrutinized you from top to bottom, probably displeased with how you presented yourself..

You looked everywhere but at him. He only looked at you.

Envy spurted from the plant’s toxins. How could he focus on one thing and have so much confidence to stare at someone without breaking eye contact at all? If you do the same for longer than two seconds, it feels like whoever looked at you has seen your entire personality, life, darkest secrets that you didn't really have, closest people to you — everything in poor words. The windows of your soul, perpetually agape.

How does he keep them closed? Why can't you seal them at all? Why?—

"—so care to explain the meaning of this?"

"Huh?"

You stupidly stared at him, blinking and glancing at his shoulders, then back at him to break whatever spell he put on you, not able to concentrate at all.

Barely could you see the annoyed expression on his face. You hoped he wasn't dealing with excessive stress. Making him feel worse was not your intention.

"I said, care to explain what this is? You look... terrible—" you cringed at that, "—and you haven't come out of your room since this morning. Do you have any idea what time it is?" His scrutinizing tone made you want to crawl under your blankets and stay there forever, but his patronizing gaze didn't let you.

You could merely fidget with your fingers and glance back at the floor to relieve your worries, which mixed with pain, fatigue, and dirtiness. You called for sleep so badly.

"I'm—I'm sorry, Captain. I, uh, I didn't—" sniff, "—mean to skip my duties. Sorry."

His brow creased in suspicion at your raspy voice and poor shape.

"Is that so? Look at me while you say it." if his words weren't menacing enough, his tone was too. He knew you couldn't do that. Especially now.

"Uh..." you unconvincingly whispered, continuing to play with your fists, until rubbing your nape once more, shuddering at how chilled your hands were compared to it.

Your actions were, again, spotted by him, and if one more thing occurred, then he'll be correct.

"Well? I'm waiting."

"..."

Sighing exasperated, you raised your head to look into his pupils once again.

Unbeknownst to you, he already confirmed another of his impressions while taking a further view of your sullen visage.

"I, uhm, overslept, Captain. That — that happens sometimes, yeah? Sorry about that. I'll—I'll..." stopping for a moment, you squinted your eyes and scrunched your nose while the man before you attentively fixated his stare on your frame and—

"Achooo!" —covered half of your face whilst he recoiled back at the loud sneeze you let out, not expecting it at all. He blinked, then you sneezed again, and again. Streak of three.

If your voice and glossy eyes already told everything to the doctor, the continuous sneezes only reinforced his thesis.

You exhaled haplessly as he sternly said your name.

"You're sick." his firm and coherent words could not be fooled. Your fate was sealed.

"...Yeah." at this point, you didn't care. He was gonna scold you, nothing you could do about it. You could only hope he'll do that after you're cured because right now, you could barely stand still without shivering. You were sure if he wanted to do something he would have already, so he definitely will have a talk with you after you're healthy.

"Why?" you've been proven wrong so many times this morning — afternoon. Evening? That you don't know what's gonna happen next.

You stared at him numbly, almost done with everything.

"What do you mean 'why'? I don't, I don't know. Probably our... Ugh, our last stop, isn't that obvious—"

"Not that. Why didn't you say anything? To the others? To me?"

If it wasn't for your head beating incessantly and the aching of your tendons ruining everything, you would think this was a dream.

You kept gawking at him like a goldfish. His timbre wasn't as stern as it regularly was. It was a bit, just a tad bit lower. Like, barely. His eyes were softer, and if you met the man yesterday, you wouldn't be capable of identifying his mood. It's because you knew him for so long that you could distinguish it.

"I..." you mumbled talks under your breath, awfully feeble to maintain the discussion, barring your eyes and hitching away when Law planted his freezing hand on your forehead. You fussed in protest, although it didn't last long.

"You're cold... Off."

"My hands are perfectly fine. You're burning," he interrupted you, stating the obvious. But you were far too deep to listen, fatigued.

"Yeah... M'sorry." you nodded while deliberately looking down in shame, almost dropping to the ground out of fatigue. Everything seems hazy, the pressure in your skull fading, while the breaths you took were meager.

Something skimmed over your shoulder and nape — ah, his fingertips — palm carefully tilting your head back up. Your mouth hung open, and you attempted to focus on your captain's facial features and the iconic hat to not fall asleep.

"It's fine." But his gentle approach and mellow maneuvers set you in a soothing trance, where you couldn't do anything other than auscultate him.

It’d be an exceptional moment to speak up about these last days, his odd actions.

"It... It is? You, ah... You're not..." but you struggled to do so, chest too heavy to speak. He narrowed his eyes, striving to make out what you were saying, but it was all incomprehensible to him.

"I'm not?" he urged you to proceed, getting closer — he felt warm. Wasn't he cold some seconds ago? Ah, he’s draping his coat over your shoulders, so, so cozy, — and holding you as if you were glass. Why was he holding you? It felt nice, undoubtedly nice. Oh, you were going to fall, you think.

“Hey—hey. It’s okay. I got you. I got you.”

Cradling you in his arms, Law cursed and crouched down, snaking an arm under your knees and sweeping you up, a short "there" slipping from his tongue, keeping you close to his breast. Naturally, you snuggled close to the source of heat, losing consciousness, unaware of your surroundings, his distress, and jogging to the infirmary.

“Hey. Keep your eyes open. No, no, open—yes, yes, like that. Good job. A bit more, then you can go to sleep, alright?"

While nodding lazily when he said your name again, you curled up for more warmth, and he mellowly followed your movement, hefting you up and pressing his lips upon your forehead, his frown deepening at how high the temperature was. He needed to administer medicine quickly.

"Law …'m sorry if I smell."

He scoffed. Thinking of such idiotic things was exactly like you, sputtering them out so bluntly. Rolling his eyes was natural at this point.

"That's my last concern. We'll think of your scent and hygiene later. Don't speak. Shh."

So stupid, so stupid. He should've confronted you ever since you left the island. He should've. It's been a recurring pattern these days. He couldn't see you because of his work but spoke with the others at breakfast, lunch, dinner... They all grew concerned about your distance. Uni shared that it began right after the departing... He knew something wasn't right with you, he could feel it.

Back in that inhabited location, he quickly took note of your drooping posture and fatigued breathing. He wanted to ask about it, but the following days, you acted normal, and Law thought you were queasy because of the heat.

Then he got busy checking on the crew's documents, medicine supply, the damn broken scope Hakugan sadly reported, bounties, news — and something else. He managed to give a check-up to everyone but you. It was mandatory after leaving an island.

With you evading him and him doing the same, this happened. Great. He could only hope it wasn't contagious.

... Wait.

He gritted his teeth in sour realization — Not once has he seen you in the halls or dining hall. No one mentioned you, either. Have you eaten anything at all? Oh, you imbecile.

He palmed your skin through your suit, easing your laments and whimpers, walking through the hallways of the Polar Tang and reaching the infirmary. Kicking the door open while lulling you a bit, shushing and fluttering his eyelids at your sick and quaking form.

"There we go. Shh, I know, I know, it's awful."

Uplifting the blankets, he quickly covered you and began searching for his equipment, rustling and metal clicks tangling with your whines.

"U- uuh... W- where..?"

"I'll be there in a second. I'm here."

As he said that, he quickly came back to you, already stirring medicine in a cup. He had to give to you before you blacked out or fell asleep. Sliding a hand under your back, he carefully pushed you up, gaining a groan from you; you sounded so tired. Tipping your head forward, he brought the rim of the cup to your lips. You were delirious, could barely see or feel, but managed to follow his direct instruction to "open". The first glass was tasteless, fresh... water.

The second tasted awful.

"E—eugh..."

"A couple more sips and we're done. Come on, you're doing good."

Once you drank it all, with a small praise from Law, he gently laid you back down, about to check your vitals. He knew you were in no condition to do as he instructed, it would be all him. Idiot, idiot...

Just looking at you made him guilty. He never saw you this awful. However, what truly pushed him were your next phrases.

“Do you feel better now..?”

Low and dry, they all were. He halted his movements, his hands in the bag, shifting his attention to you.

Your question puzzled him.

Feel better? Him? He was fine. Perhaps you thought the disease was contagious? No; you would've phrased that diversely. His forehead creased, slightly tilted to the side.

"What?"

“I … I missed you."

And as clear drops cascaded down your cheeks, his limbs froze, a bittersweet ache striking his chest.

"I—I thought I did something wrong … I’m sorry … Should've told you. 'M sorry ... really...”

Shit.

“No, no, don’t be. It’s alright, don't—don't speak. You did nothing. Shh...”

And if you stayed conscious for some more seconds, you could've seen those severe pupils mitigate. The windows of his soul open up; the "stern" gaze he preserved for you withering in an instant at your vulnerability.

All he wanted to do was clear that up. When, now..?

“I—I’m the one that should’ve apologized, damn it…”

"Aargh..."

Warm.

"Mmh..."

It was very warm. Pleasant.

"Hn..."

The boilersuit felt different. Heavier, and not … poofy. Hm.

The pillow was so nice, though...

You sought a better position under the comforting and amiable regime of your blanket, squinting your glistening eyes as if sand had struck them; eyebrows knitting in distaste and discomfort, choler cramming up your insides — but not for long, extremely achy and sleepy to lament.

Shouldn't it be easier to relax now that you are tired? Shifting left and right left your muscles throbbing. The peace you could achieve in your dreams was all you begged for. But no, you just had to rise two more times in the span of minutes or hours.

When you woke up the third time, someone surprised you. He was perching on a chair near the infirmary's bed, head, presumably about to doze off. An encyclopedia of vegetation and exotic environs sat in his palms and dotted jeans, the cover made of green-coloured leather, firm to the touch.

He looked peaceful.

"... Law?"

Your lashes fluttered at the fierce shudder that rocked his frame, the textbook about to fall, his eyes snapping open and rapidly darting up to you.

"Oh. You woke up. Good. Good evening."

You were mad at him. You were mad at him.

His lips were indubitably moving. Whatever he was saying, you were not listening. Something about being out for hours, but you were too out of it to pay attention.

And looking down at your body, your eyeballs almost popped out of your sockets at the sight of... Not your boilersuit.

"I'm in my pajamas?"

"And — hm? Oh. I changed you." Pause. "With my devil fruit, of course. Obviously. You were way too hot in it."

"..."

Pause number two.

"I'm hot?" You bluntly said,

"Not in that way." And he quickly retorted, bashful. You immediately got gloomy.

"Oh..." You and Bepo were alike. He couldn’t help but sweatdrop.

"No, no, no, don't — you look fine. That's not what I meant."

A hoarse chuckle ripped from your sensible larynx, a noise that he hadn't heard in a while. His back loosened at your jovial note, the pressure applied on the envelope of the manual lessening.

There was a superb illustration of the flora you accidentally whiffed.

"You inhaled it, didn't you?"

... Silence followed. Then a sigh.

"A simple allergy with a sore throat and emotional instability in the first phase caused by the pollen, weakened muscles and headache in the second, and heightened senses, nausea, and worsening of the body in the last one. You felt them all."

Quick and precise, each symptom he mentioned appeared throughout the weeks you boarded on the Polar Tang. He hit the mark. Glancing at him from the corner of your eyes, you nodded sheepishly, feeling hot in your cheeks.

"Y—Yeah."

"I thought I mentioned dodging those peculiar red flowers. I don't expect you to recall the name, but to avoid it. Thankfully, you only inhaled its pollen, or else you would've been in this bed the moment we departed."

"O—oh... That bad?"

"No, not really. The symptoms would've developed quicker, but nothing dangerous. Perhaps you would have slept over two days, as all cases do when encountering this allergy," He narrows his eyes at you, shutting the book and crossing his long legs, his foot jouncing. "Not at all fatal, only worrying when the patient in question mentions nothing about the symptoms and overworks themselves.”

“Hey—”

“You're fine."

A small huff left your lips, nodding lazily. Nothing was uttered after from both sides. Occasional groans from yours. Only then he spoke.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"..." The answer was simple. He immediately found the illness yet couldn't pinpoint the cause of this? It was almost ironic. Your quietude wasn't taken well.

"Well?"

"... You ignored me. You made it clear."

And he was faking ignorance. That glance, his attitude. You knew him too well, but had no energy to call him out.

"I—I didn't."

"Don't play coy, Law. Did I do something? Even the others know. Penguin and Shachi told me. I—"

You paused when he raised his hand, glancing at it in confusion, then back at him, twice or more. He sighed and dropped it back on his thigh again, using his other one to rub his temple in distress.

"You did nothing. I don't know what... Shachi and Penguin said," You tilted your head at his peculiar manner of quoting them. "But I've got nothing against you."

He stopped rubbing and lifted his head to check on you again and you were unsure of what to say. His brows wrinkled the tender skin of his forehead, severity, and minor unease painting every fiber of his appearance.

You just... didn't know.

"Really? Then why those weird stares? Why leave the room the moment I come in? I mean." you flailed your hands around, looking everywhere as if you could find an explanation. "You never behaved this way, Law, not with anyone. I... It was fine before, right? Let me ask again, did I do something wrong?"

"Of course not!"

At his hasty exclamation, you blinked, uncertain why he became as rigid as stone. Palms back on the blanket, you awaited an elaboration of his thoughts, observing his adumbral face to detect any key to figure out what caused him to alter his ways with you. However, his hat, which you've always appreciated for its fluffiness, turned out to be an issue. Those eyes you've grown so fond of refused to meet yours.

You just couldn't get it. The surrounding air grew an intoxicating no romance book would mention, one that did the contrary of setting your heart aflame, that poor muscle of yours.

If he explained, it would've been easier.

"Okay, 'of course not' ... Sure—"

"We are not having this conversation. You need rest."

He briskly cut you off, and your heart felt constricted. The words felt bitter upon both of your tongues, so bitter and revolting, they made his jaw clench and your eyes water. You weren't having it. Absolutely not.

"I feel better now, thank you, and I say we're having this right here." You pushed, ignoring how he clenched his tattooed fist.

"No—"

"Yes, Law! I don't know what I did, but if it bothers you, shouldn’t you tell me? There are things we can all miss."

The pang in your brain was still active, and you had no patience nor strength to argue. Either he spoke up or you'd go straight to sleep.

"I... You did nothing that bothers me."

His speech was almost a whisper, a low rumble, and were you in your regular state, you'd feel sad to see him like this. Law had no trouble speaking up— perhaps with apologies, or admitting to be wrong when in the midst of a conversation. Maybe something genuinely bothered him. But he'd tell you, wouldn't he? He had to.

But you weren't the only one who had to consider the consequences. He also had to do his part.

"... And?" you encouraged him, to gain something, something that would lead you both to that damned thing you were both chasing, that ounce of understanding.

“And—and what?" alas, it served another wave of blistering dissatisfaction down upon the membranes of your boiling stomach.

He couldn't be serious.

"... Whatever. I'm going to sleep."

"What?"

You detested how you were feeling, a volcano of passions, the pounding in your skull, and the heat, and the ludicrous, nagging insecurity, all these wretched, gristly sensations shoved in your mouth and scraping your gullet, such a relucting and squalid dish, contaminating your palate and inflaming the gums of your teeth.

But all Law could see was how your eyes moistened and reddened, the crinkles at the corners of your mouth, the contracted tissues above your nose.

You couldn't feel how his heart plummeted, either. Again, he caused you to cry.

"Hey... I—"

"No, Law, no! I said leave! You ignored me for almost two weeks and now—now you're just..!"

Perhaps you were being a bit too "dramatic" for something you could solve with a modest exchange, something that, compared to all the obstacles you and Law went through, was a sheer grain of dust in your shoes. Yet you erupted for the frustration, the plant's effects and that nameless thing you'll bring in your grave, for if he knew, he'd probably pity you.

Maybe, just maybe, he should've kept ignoring you. If solely to dim that warmth. The glow in your eyes that only sparked with him.

"I don't mind if you need time. I don't mind if you're busy or whatever, that's obviously fine! But can't you tell me? Is it that hard? Instead of treating me like a stranger? Just—just, just leave..."

Your snotty voice seemed ridiculous, resounding through the infirmary alongside your sobs and sniffles. Vision tarnished by your tears, staring at the ceiling with resignation. It alarmed Law, whose emotions were already scattered; unnerved, anxious.

He couldn't take seeing you like this. He couldn't.

"That’s not it! I... I just — I..!" His broken explanations fell as your cries didn't stop; spasms traveling through your frazzled nerves. He swore under his breath, getting up and coming to you, standing close but so, so distant. His fingers jerked, impatient to wipe your tears, to calm you down, to assure you everything was alright, and this was all on him.

"What..?" you meekly whimpered, gazing at him as he appeared in your sight.

"I, I..!" if only he could express himself. You'd figure out. If only he could, without buckling and tearing apart at the weight of his own feelings.

"... You what, Law?"

It was tough to see with all those tears coating your scleras, but... His lips quivered. His jaw tensed.

His hands craved yours.

"I like—I like you!"

... You wondered if illusions were part of the symptoms. Your eyelids were all but relaxed. Popeyed.

"There. I said it. I mean it. Seriously. I—I think I love you."

You could feel his frantic grip, slightly pulling the blankets in his direction, tense as him. You've never seen Law so … jittery with you. Perhaps when he slowly spoke of his past, or when his plan failed.

"I—I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I... I was confused. I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't... No, okay. I, I love you, but you don't have to reciprocate, really. ‌I just wanted to clarify that I wasn't—"

This was different, however. Not the same vulnerability, nor agitation. That teetering edge coating his sayings, not at all close to those instances.

"... Law."

"—ignoring you, I mean, I was, but I just couldn't face you, you know? I didn't know how to act—"

That glow, those feelings. The twinkle in his eyes Bepo mentioned when you spoke of something that fascinated you, that rare grin on his lips, and that sweetness, the swelling in his chest, and the red, and the breath of fresh air, and the intoxicating romance books loved to talk about...

Those tints blooming in his cheeks. The faint relaxation of his defined brows. How he covered his pretty, vulnerable self.

He's no different from you. Oh, oho ho, no, he wasn’t. Only now did you realize.

"Law."

"—but I missed you so much, I missed your presence, being with you, I—"

Your heartbeats matched.

"Law!"

You understand now. The definitive yell induced him to quit his blabbering, and eventually, he found your gaze. Those windows were not locked at all. Not marginally, not halfway. They were fully open. You could see him.

"It's... the same."

It was all you could utter. His jaw loosened, and you could recognize his wide, stormy irises.

"Huh? Wh — what?"

"I feel the same way, Law. I—I love you too."

Yours were open, too. They always were- yet he never acknowledged what dwelled inside. Two fools you both were.

"... Oh..." and a breathless whisper was all he could offer.

The silence dissipated. A delightful warmth occupied your rib cage. The pressure was gone.

All is back to normal.

"If... If you weren't sick. I'd kiss you." He mumbled, and his lips looked more luscious than ever. He shouldn't have said that. Now it was even harder.

"P—pfft... Of course, of course. Can you come closer, at least?" you pouted, giving him the best puppy eyes you could muster. “Pretty please?”

"... Fine. It's — not contagious, anyway," he huffed, his cheeks a light pink, and he sat on the margin of the infirmary's bed, hustling just a tad bit closer...

Closer...

"Closer?"

"Alright."

His ears grew pink at your giggles. Your fingers graced each other, "DEATH" entwined with you. His hands were lukewarm. Long, slim, calloused in some places, but also tender to the contact. His metacarpals were partially discernible, defining the shadows. He took care of his nails, ensuring they were cut short, although they appeared slightly, just somewhat lengthier than usual. Not considerably, however; they were still short.

How you missed holding it.

"Sorry, by the way. About everything." Squeezing his hand, you attempted to show him what it meant to you. He squeezed it back, brushing the top of your hand with his thumb, a pensive and solemn look on his face.

"No- I should apologize for not saying anything sooner. I neglected and avoided you. I … I don’t know what to do. You know I’m not the type for relationships.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, but weren't as worried as Law. You'll wait. Nothing would change.

“Mmm. I can wait for you, Law.” Saying it seemed to take him off guard, as if he hadn't thought about it. Or, rather, didn't expect you to propose it. In his head, it seemed silly because it's him. If you were to ask in his place, he'd also wait.

He felt lighter.

“… Truly?”

“Yeah. We can figure it out together. Like we always did. I’ve loved you for years." He inhaled deeply, your words buttery and sweet. "I’m fine with waiting longer.”

Thinking you wouldn't accept, if he asked, was stupid of him too. Of course you would. Of course. With another squeeze, he nodded, and turned his head away from you a bit.

His eyes glistened.

“I’d like that. Thank you.”

You smiled, too, saying nothing in return.

He can take all the time he needs.

After some days, everything went back to the typical routine. The first thing you did was knock Shachi and Penguin's heads, (supported by Ikkaku) and since Hakugan and Clione were on duty, you couldn't do the same for them.

You puffed your cheeks and enjoyed chewing the well-earned treat you snagged from the kitchen, reorganizing boxes since this morning.

"Tired?"

Peeking at the door, a smile adorned your mouth at the sight of your captain leaning on it.

"Mm, there were a lot of them."

"You could've asked for help. You know I don't want any of you to strain yourselves with tasks."

"I had it. Don't worry. Although..." another bite. "I miss it."

"Hm?" he crooned, tipping his head forward. "Miss what?"

You gazed into his eyes, "Miss getting pampered by you when I was sick." lovingly observing how they enlarged a bit before returning to the stoic stare he always wore, swaying his head to dismiss your remarks. The chambré tint on his cheeks was as clear as day, like his light smile. Not that you'd tell him, he'd immediately disregard it.

"... Meet me at my office once you're done."

As he turned his back to you, his boots making clicky rumors with each step, your smirk amplified... After all, who could wait to get coddled by none other than their favorite captain?

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givemea-dam-break · 2 years ago

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Hi!!!! Your L&C fics are my favorite thing ever, your writing is absolutely incredible, I'm a bit obsessed I think XDD

Apologies if this request is too specific, but I would die for a Lockwood x reader fic where the reader makes up their mind to do something stupidly reckless for a case, something even Mr. Reckless himself can't support, especially not when it's YOU. He begs you not to, you do it anyway, get badly injured, but he's still there to patch you up after all of it.

Have an awesome day!!!!!

a/n: my day is absolutely awesome so far, i hope yours is too!! and thank you so much, i'm so so glad you enjoy my stuff!! i hope you enjoy <3

warnings: language, injury gn reader

You knew the case was going to be a bad one from the get-go, you just didn't know how bad.

Everything had seemed fine when you and the other members of Lockwood and Co met with the clients, a pair of men who owned a nearby butcher's. A Type Two haunting the place, nothing you couldn't handle. George had even found a lot a decent information on the place that could help you guys figure out where the source was. The notion of it being in a butcher's made you uneasy, and you knew very little about the Type Two, though Lockwood was sure you'd all be fine.

But, standing in the shop, facing a ghost you can't see, you know you're fucked.

It's just your luck to be faced with a poltergeist, honestly.

Unlike other Visitors, poltergeists can't inflict ghost touch which, in the long run, is very handy. If ambulances can't get to agents on time to give them an adrenaline injection, then it can lead to loss of limbs or death. It sounds like a positive, right?

Well, staring at the carving knife floating a few feet away, you would much rather be faced with a Wraith or even a Rawbones.

The thing is, poltergeists have no physical form so it's harder to look for a source, hence George and Lucy scrambling around in the backroom, clattering about as they rush to look.

Ahead of you, the knife hovers in midair, its sharp, gleaming point slowly turning as if to decide which person to dart at: you, Lockwood, or Lucy and George. It's like a horrible version of Spin the Bottle.

"So, this lovely Visitor was the old butcher?" you say, keeping your voice light. Poltergeists feed off negative emotions even more than other Type Twos.

Lockwood nods, rapier in hand as he looks around the rest of the room, rooted in place. "That's what George says."

"What reason does it have to be haunting the place?"

"Killed by an angry employee, I think."

You hold back a grumble, forcing down your anger at stupid people from the past. If they'd known how many problems they'd cause in the future, would they still have been such idiots?

Probably.

"Watch your back then," you joke. "You have three employees. Keep us happy, will you?"

"There's only so much tea I can make."

The knife rises in the air slightly and you falter back a step as its sharp end points at you.

"I think I'm the favourite," you mutter, trying to keep your fear in check. It's not often ghosts threaten you at knifepoint. "Lockwood, you go help Lucy and George look for the source. I'll keep its attention."

"No way." He looks at you incredulously. "We're doing this together."

Palms sweating, you say, "Your rapier isn't going to do much against a ghost we can't see, and not all of us can look for the source because then none of us stands a chance."

"I'm not letting you face it on your own," Lockwood insists. "Not a chance. The thing's got a knife, and it can do much worse."

But Lucy shouts something from the backroom, drawing Lockwood's attention. Through the buzz of fear in your ears, you think she says they might've found something.

"Lockwood, go!"

"(name), I'm not just going to leave you to -"

The knife whizzes in the air, lodging itself in the wooden doorframe, awfully close to your shoulder. It's like the Visitor wants Lockwood to stay, but you aren't going to let him. He's the leader of Lockwood and Co, the face of it. The company needs him. But not you. You're expendable.

Your Talent isn't anything special, not like Lucy's, and your research skills are nowhere near the standard of George's. All you're good at is using a rapier and sweet-talking DEPRAC when cases go tits up. Lockwood can easily fill in for you.

"Lockwood," you grit out, trying to keep the frustration at a minimum. "Go."

He's about to argue, but George calls for help - whatever they've found is stuck. He doesn't move.

Before you can think about it, you rush over and shove him in the direction of the backroom, and he stumbles, falling into the door. He barely gets his footing before Lucy's dragged him through.

"(name)!" he shouts, but he doesn't appear. Thank god for Lucy.

"All right," you murmur, turning to look at the knife in the doorframe. "Just you and me, now, Polty."

Slowly, threateningly, the knife dislodges from the frame, shining in the dim lanternlight. From the far wall, a knife rack trembles on its hooks, and more come free. Your heart is in your throat. Maybe you'll end up like a ghost you've defeated before, an old man who'd been jumped and stabbed endlessly.

Hopefully, you'll be an easy ghost to get rid of.

The carving knife comes flying at you, and you barely deflect it with the thin blade of your rapier. Another knife darts across the room, and you duck out of the way, though it nicks your ear. You can feel the little dribble of blood sliding down the skin already.

"Do you guys mind hurrying up a bit?" you call, eyeing the large collection of knives hovering. "Not to rush you or anything, but, you know, I'm not the biggest fan of being threatened by knives."

"Almost there!" Lucy shouts. "George got his arm stuck trying to get the source out. We're trying to get him unstuck."

Swallowing, you say lightly, "Yeah, sounds fun. Maybe speed it up a little."

You can hear a little arguing, likely Lockwood trying to come back out to help but getting told off by Lucy. You almost smile. Almost.

This time, the small knife that launches at you catches your shoulder and you resist crying out in pain. If you do, Lockwood will definitely come running out, and you can't afford that. They need to get the source.

Blood oozes down your arm, staining your jumper. Your grasp on your rapier weakens, and you swap the blade into your other hand, although this hand is considerably worse with it.

"It's rude to stab people," you grumble.

The next knife is deflected clumsily from your face, half from the inability of using your other hand and half from the pain in your shoulder. You'd pull the knife out, but you know it'll make things worse. At least it hasn't hit anything vital.

You can feel the presence of the poltergeist, thick and hanging over the whole room like a blanket. It isn't the most powerful one, not like the ones you've heard Fittes agents dealing with, because, even though its presence is everywhere, its focus is dealt solely on you. If it were stronger, it'd be targeting the others, too.

"Go on then, give me your worst."

Another knife, another dodge. It feels like it goes on forever, on and on and on with the same knives over again. The blood from your shoulder has reached your hand now and, god, how you wish you could throw a salt bomb at this thing. Your fingers itch to hold one.

"Hurry up!"

Mistake. You regret speaking immediately, having let out a little too much frustration, and the poltergeist feeds on it. The knives tremble in the air, every point staring menacingly at you, and the one hanging in your shoulder tears out, bringing with it another gush of blood. You can't help the cry that escapes your lips this time.

"Get the silver net, hurry!" Lucy's voice shouts.

The world moves in slow motion. As the knives fly in your direction, gleaming, one covered in blood, your heart feels like it ceases all functions. This is where you die. You'll never be able to dodge all of them in time.

Then the first blade sinks into your shoulder, just inches below the first puncture, and you shut your eyes.

You'll miss Portland Row and your friends. Maybe you didn't cherish their antics enough - the way George sings in the shower in the mornings, waking you up, or how Lucy will blast music at full volume while hacking away at the dummies in the basement for rapier practice. Most of all, you'll miss Lockwood. His smile, the way his eyes sparkle when he realises you've bought him a new magazine from the shop, the feeling of his fingers brushing yours as he passes you a mug of tea after every case.

There isn't much you regret, but you regret not telling him how you feel about him. About the nights you spend thinking about him, wishing for something more between you both.

Metal slams to the ground. The heavy pressure sitting on your shoulders dissipates, and silence ensues.

Slowly opening your eyes, you startle, seeing a dozen knives scattered on the floor right in front of your feet. Droplets of blood drip from your fingers, forming a little puddle on the floor. You're breathing heavily, much more than you should be, and your body is trembling.

The others stumble into the room, eyeing the blades that have fallen before you. Lockwood is the first to notice the blood soaking the sleeve of your jumper.

He practically leaps over the counter to get to you. "Lucy, George, go get rid of the source and get us a night cab. Quick."

Wordlessly, the two sprint from the shop and into the night.

"You're okay," Lockwood says.

You almost believe him, falling for the assured tone of his voice, but you feel a little woozy. Knees buckling, you drop to the floor, but he catches you with gentle hands, slowly lowering you down so you can sit after kicking the knives away.

"You're okay," he says again, though it sounds like it's more for himself than for you.

"I'm fine," you say, smiling albeit weakly. "Polty didn't stand a chance."

"Polty?" Lockwood parts from your side, grasping his bag from the corner and digging in it for a first aid kit. "You named the ghost?"

Nodding, you lean your head back against the wall. "He was my best mate."

There's a small laugh. "I don't think Lucy will appreciate that sentiment."

He's beside you again before you can even really process it, gingerly touching the ripped hole in your jumper. There's a lot more blood there than you initially realised.

"Do you think you can get your jumper off?" Lockwood asks. "I need to see the cuts."

Normally, you would've made a comment at that, but your throat feels awfully dry. "Take the knife out first?"

He goes pale, eyeing the - thankfully - small knife stuck in your arm.

"This will hurt. Hold onto my arm."

And you do. You weakly wrap your hand around his forearm, bracing yourself for the pain. He begins to count down from three, but he yanks the knife out on one, and you shout in pain, squeezing his arm.

"You pulled it early!"

"You would've made it harder to get out if I'd counted down the whole way." He looks a little bad for doing it, but you can understand why he did it. "Jumper?"

With his help, you manage to pull the thing off, hissing as you move your injured shoulder. Your T-shirt is stained at the sleeve, too, and partially at the neckline. It stings to pull it from the wound, but, soon enough, the cuts are visible. They're neat little things, nothing more than small slits in your skin, but they go deep. Lockwood will only be able to do so much.

With shaking hands, Lockwood pulls some things out of the first aid kit. You're too sore to really notice.

"You're an idiot, you know that, right?"

His voice shocks you out of the daze you were slipping into. "Hmm?"

"You shouldn't have done that alone. Look what's happened."

As he brings an alcohol wipe to the gashes, you wince at the sharp sting and the pressure he applies but say, "And what should I have done? Let you be the one to do it alone? We both know that you wouldn't have let me help, Lockwood. And you're more important in the grand scheme of things. I think I would've made quite the sacrifice if it had come to it."

"Don't say that." His voice wavers slightly, so quietly you barely hear it. "You're important to me."

He applies more pressure to the wounds, then he places wound dressings over them before grabbing a water bottle from his bag and soaking a tissue. Gently, he takes your arm in his hand and cleans away the slowly drying blood. It's messy work - the tissue keeps flaking apart, but it does the job and, soon enough, your arm is only faintly stained with your blood. He cleans the little bit of blood away from your ear quickly, placing a little plaster over the cut.

"I wasn't going to let you do it," you say, gratefully swallowing the painkillers he hands you. "You would've killed yourself to save us."

"And you didn't just try practically the same thing?"

There's an undertone of anger in his voice, but it's weak, taken over almost completely by his concern.

"(name) -" He hesitates, looking away from you. His ears are tinted slightly red. "You can't just be reckless like that. Not when..."

His fingers brush yours as you say, "When what?"

You can feel the tremble in his fingers. Although you're the one with stab wounds that still need medical attention, you worry. His smile, that cocky grin you've grown so fond of, is nowhere to be seen, replaced instead by parted lips and heavy breathing. The pulse you can feel in his fingers is erratic.

"Not when you mean so much to me. I can't lose you."

The words take you aback. For a moment, you're acutely aware of his skin touching yours, of the sound of his breaths, and the way the light accentuates the features on his face. His cheekbones look sharper, and his eyes glimmer, darkness set alight with little stars.

He mistakes your shocked silence for rejection. "A night cab should be here soon, then we can get you to a hospital and -"

His words falter when your good hand touches his cheek. Slowly, his gaze turns to your outstretched arm, gradually making its way up the limb until he's looking at you - your eyes, your lips. This is the most nervous you've seen him, and it makes you feel a little triumphant. Not many people make Anthony Lockwood nervous.

"I'm okay," you promise. "You've patched me up, and we're going to get me taken care of, yeah? But, first..."

"But first?" His eyebrow quirks, and he watches you closely.

It's something you never would do in normal circumstances. Really, you're probably not in the right state of mind, but you've wanted to do this for months. And Lockwood doesn't stop you.

When your lips touch his, you feel a sense of completeness. Like your soul has been made whole. It's as if they're the missing piece to a puzzle you've been trying to finish all your life, finally found after years and years of searching.

One of Lockwood's hands holds the back of your neck, his touch gentle, giving you enough leeway to pull away if you so wish. But you don't. You won't. No, instead your clutch his shirt with your good hand, holding him close. You never want this to end, this feeling of finally being whole. Your heart is racing, and it feels as though your very being is going to implode from pure elation.

Carefully, reluctantly, he pulls away, but his face stays close. His eyes search yours for any glimpse of regret, but he finds none, and he grins, at last. The smile sends a shiver down your spine, and you find yourself smiling, too, despite your pain.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for that," he says, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You can feel his breath on your lips. "I might have an idea."

And then he's kissing you again, snatching your breath away.

Silently, you're thanking the poltergeist for the wounds, a thought that almost makes you laugh.

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year ago

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So I was thinking about OC x Canon stuff for a certain pervy character (I'm certain you know which one I'm talking about XD) while waking up this morning. And I got the idea of THIS excerpt for all the sex crazies, and I NEED to vent it out somehow. You can not escape. Resistance is futile >:)

Your lips found their way onto his own very easily. Just like all the times before. But this time was different, somehow. He could tell by the quick and shaky motions of your hands as you undid his shirt (or toga- for Hades). But he didn't waste time questioning it; all that mattered was you right now.

It wasn't until you pulled your lips away, just enough to breath, and you spoke with a tone that wasn't quite familiar with you, that he realized how much you needed him right now, "I don't care what you want to do to me. I don't care how long you take me. Just make me forget everything, tonight. Please."

You didn't want to think about anything today. You didn't want to remember that you needed to be at work tomorrow. You didn't want to be reminded of all your overwhelming thoughts today. You didn't even want to find out what time it was on the clock. All you wanted, all you needed right now, was him.

It feels so weird writing something that looks like it belongs in a romantic novel for the pervy villains, but this wouldn't leave my head XD did something happen to you that made you sad? Are you just in a ~state~? Are you and the pervy villain of your choice together together? Are you two just very close friends? You decide XD

Omgggggg, its amazing!! Reader astronomically horny XD (I mean, telling these men you don't care what they do to you?? Woo... ) I loved waking up to this, I really did. This is excellent!! XDD I had to add a little bit for each of them <3<3 Offender's is a little rushed but I hope you like these! XD

Baffled!Concerned!Pervy MultiVillains x Worn-Out!Reader || Excerpts / Drabbles

Plot: These are continuations of the above excerpt! So reader comes onto their pervy villain hard- but the question is, why??

Warnings: Sexual Themes and sexual references though no actual smut. Also reader is just very worn out after a long week. Freddy's is set in the Horror House, hence Tiffany's appearance XD (Bonus for you marinerainbow, since this was your idea XD)

Tagging: Will do Later

Beetlejuice:

"Please, BJ, please. I- I just- I need-... " You just let out a deep, frustrated sigh; how do you explain what you need? You need to be filled, you need his tongue in your mouth, you need to think about something other then your life right now. Something that's overwhelming and feels good.

Instead of shoving his head between your thighs, which he has done before but not successfully like this time would be, BJ doesn't move at all; Watching you. "... you good there, sugar?"

You're completely surprised by the concerned tilt of his head, how he doesn't just jump you immediately like you thought. You were sure that he wouldn't ask any questions, that's partly why you came to him, so this makes you hesitate. Makes you still, as you stare up at him; Your fingers on the lapels of his jacket and lips parted.

Beetlejuice was always coming onto you. It sounds conceited, but he was! He does! Even when you were mad at him, or you didn't want to see him. It was honestly frustrated and borderline sexual harassment.

... no, actually, it was sexual harassment. Why you hadn't exorcized him, you don't know. Maybe, part of you,... likes him?

You didn't know, and you certainly didn't want to think about it right now. All you wanted to do was get filled and forget about everything- and you want Beetlejuice to be the man for the job, damnit! Where is this sudden concern for your wellbeing coming from?? Couldn't that wait until tomorrow?

With his grotty hands on your arms, BJ holds you still from jumping him, holding his head tilted to the side at you; Hair a crazy, knotted mess that you just wanna touch. The look on his dirty face, still-sneering but with soft eyes now makes your heart hurt and you take a deep breath; Fixing your grip on his lapels.

"I just... need to think about something else."

A dirty smirk slips across his face. "Like me, babydoll?"

You let out a shuddering breath, his voice and 'babydoll', creeping down your spine. "... Please... " Finally he pulls you close, your body pressed up against every inch of his as he catches your chin in between those fingers and guides you to look up at him. Theirs's a mischievous grin on his face, heat reappearing in his eyes once again, and yet he's showing impressive resolve as he talks to you lowly; His already-hard cock digging into you through his filthy pants.

"... okay here's the deal, doll." Attentive, you hold your chin up yourself, listening to him closely and watching his face carefully. You're a mess right now, made even worse by his sudden concern for you. You just want him to fuck you! Do anything to you; Tease you, pound you, use you- you know he's been waiting for a while, so where is the urgency?? "I'm gonna split you in two like you want," The words make your mouth fall open a sigh to slip out, shocking you and making his smirk get worse- nastier, sluttier, hornier. "cuz we both know I cant help myself what with you offerin yourself up to me like this~~... But after that, you're gonna tell ol BJ what's the matter, yeah? Cuz its pretty obvious, babe, you're strung out over somethin... I wanna be the one to know what."

"Wh- why??"

"Cuz you're my little breather, right? Right." He flashes a bright, mouldy grin, before reaching down and getting to work yanking his pants down. "Now bend your ass over the side of the couch- nope, don't take off your pants, I wanna do that~~"

Chucky Lee Ray:

"Huh, sudden... " As Chucky takes a moment to 'consider your offer', being an asshole, you begin to untuck his shirt from his pants. "Hm, I don't know... heheheh... feel like you should really buy me dinner first~... Wouldn't wanna make feel cheap, would you?? Heheh."

"Chucky," You hiss, taking him by the coat and yanking him to focus on you. "This is a one-time-offer. Sex without strings. Fuck me, use me." Uh, "wh- what do you want?? Blow job? Doggy?" You're desperate. You'll let him have you anyway he likes. Please, just- fuck, you want to forget everything. You want your thoughts disturbed. Disturbed, crushed, vanished, forgotten. "Whatever you want, tell me- now, or I'm leaving and I'll get it from someone else. "

"... you know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were upset." At this, you give him a scowl, and he holds it with a frustrating smirk. It feels like he's staring right into your soul, with those intense blue eyes of his, and for a whole moment you really think he's going to reject you. Or worse, try to find out why you're acting this way all-of-a-sudden. Sure, you've fucked before but not like this, you've never been like this before, and you know that he knows it. You know that he knows something is wrong; He's smart like that. And usually, that's one of the things you like about him but damnit-... just for tonight, can he just be a horny asshole, with you? No digging, no poking, no figuring you out. "... but who am I to let an offer like that fly by, eh?~ "

... You suddenly feel a flood of affection for this man wash through you; He clearly knows something is terribly off with you, you're completely strung out, but for once he doesn't try to dig into you and make you feel worse. You're so thankful and relieved, that you almost completely forget what you wanted to do, just standing there with a ghost of a smile on your lips.

So he takes the reigns for you, dragging you in for a crushing kiss that reminds you, sets the events of the rest of the night in motion. A clipped whine slips out of you, because yes this is just what you wanted, and you grip onto him tight; Parting your lips for him and kissing him back.

Freddy Krueger:

Of course, though- with Freddy it was never that easy. He never let it be that easy.

You knew that, you know him. And you were ready. As soon as that smirk slides across his face and his mouth opens to say something, you lean up and seal your lips with his; Successfully stopping it.

You just wanna make out with your perpetually horny, evil dilf friend- is that too much to ask for?? You have no energy for his manipulative shit, tonight. Nor his puns, nor his innuendos, nor his teasing. You just... want to feel good. Today- this week- the whole month past, has been exhausting. But as his slimy tongue begins to search in your mouth, you begin to feel it all inching away... pleased that your strategy worked, you melt into him; Your arms glide carefully over his shoulders and you tilt your head, only parting to breath every few moments.

As your heartbeat is beginning to feel slower, returning to a comfortably steady state with his tongue in your mouth, there's sudden footsteps to your right.

God- fucking- damnit. You knew you shouldn't have done this in the hallway.

"Well, well~~ Oh, what do we have, here??" Tiffany's voice rings out and your body goes stiff once again. Freddy releases your lips and you immediately press your face into his sweater- you don't want to see anybody, but him. Sorry, you do love Tiffany, but she doesn't exactly have what you need right now (The glass versions aren't quite the same).

"Isn't your boy toy lookin' for you??" You hear Freddy ask (As in hint, hint), your eyes falling shut.

"Mm, nope~"

"Aren't you lookin' for him??" Hint! Hint!

Tiffany giggles, a mischievous twang to the sound. "Nu uh~... "

Freddy growls, and you feel it more then you hear it; This sound a low rumble coming straight from his chest. You can just imagine the look on his face, a complete scowl and frustrated dark blue eyes. "Fine... " You know these next words are for you, as one hand and one glove come down on your waist and he squeezes; Making you sigh. "C'mon, princess, lets go to your room~~ There's a couple more things I wanna not say to you, anyway~"

Greasy Weasel:

Your lips make a trail of kisses up Greasy's neck, but somehow his words come out cock-sure still, though you can feel his fingers gripping your waist tight- almost bruising you. Just how you want him. Just as needy as you are. "You are making some dangerous requests, mon amore~ " As Greasy thinks about your words earlier, your completely meant words, you lick slowly over the line of kisses you made- desperate to get him so worked up he just takes you. "... whatever I want... however long I want... weren't you warned??"

"That you're a depraved pervert with no game, and therefor, years worth of blue balls?" You ask, pulling back from him just far enough to catch his dark eyes, heavy with lust. With a shrug, your skin buzzing at being so close to him and having him look at you like THAT. "... I mean you'd think knowing you for all these months and kissing you a few times was warning enough. I mean, I think I felt your tongue in my esophagus. But- yeah." Impatient, you reach down and carefully start to undo his belt. "Wheezy warned me. He used those exact words, actually. Now- "

As you undo his belt buckle, he watches you in a calm manor, finally enjoying the sight you know he must have only pictured before... that is until you slip the belt free and he jumps- catching your wrists and looking wide-eyed as if he only just realised that you're really truly serious. Just!? "Y/N! Y/N, mi amore, wait-wait-wait. Wait." Raising a brow in confusion, you stop and tilt your head at him as he holds your arms in his hands- away from himself.

"... Do you not want?- "

"Oh no no no, I do. I- I want to do so so many delicious things to you, amore, I can show you the list, but- Just a moment." You tilt your head to the other side, confused and frustrated. Why the hold up?? You need to be filled!- "I just... I need to ask, are you... On any medications?? Right now?? You are acting manic- "

Whatever you thought he was going to say, it wasn't that. "What!? No!"

His eyes soften the slightest bit, all the bit that Greasy is capable of, and he rubs his thumb into the skin underneath your elbows. It makes you wanna keen, wanna feel his painfully hard cock throb against you, wanna sink down on hi- "... Then are you okay?"

... Oh shit. You feel like you wanna fuck him even more for that, but you really don't want to answer him. You don't want to think about why you're wanting him so bad, needing him. You don't want to think!- period.

Taking a deep breath, you look down at your feet. "Yes, I'm fi- well, no, but- I... I just... Grease, just... please... I cant, right now. I just... want you... "

After a moment, you look up with a pained expression (So tired, so worn out, so needing to just feel good).

The kiss you get slammed with starts with the tongue, then the lips follow and it makes you absolutely dissolve into him.

Hades:

The moment that you sat down on his lap, that determined look in your eyes, Hades knew what you were going to try.

The naked need in your eyes and your kiss were explanation enough for him, apparently- after all, he was a busy man himself. Always stressed, always overworked, always frustrated and tired. And if you were offering a way to help with that~ Then he was more then happy to play along. Especially with you.

His smooth lips drew a hot line across your skin as he pressed firm kisses from your lips, to the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your throat and down your neck. Your fingers dig into the fabric pf his toga that you hadn't managed to get off of him, the feeling he left in his wake enough to make you squeeze around nothing. Its not enough, you need him, you need-

"Hhh- Hades- "

"I know, sweetheart, I know. I got you. Just a sec." He pulls back and smirks at you, and you feel devastated by it. He's so handsome. He's so perfect. You're so glad, he is the way that he is. "Just let me enjoy this for a nanosecond, okay?... we both know I've been angling for this for a while... " Yes, since you met. It took him a while but he finally managed to get you dating him a couple of weeks ago... you haven't fucked, yet.

Sighing, you lean your body forward and rest your forehead on his shoulder. This isn't enough. You need his cock, you need him to pound you, you need him to make you cum and slowly, gently pull out... just to slam back in and again and fuck you rough into another squirting orgasm. You... need... him!!...

"Its been a tough week, huh doll?" Hades asks, above you, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger, feeling you throb in his lap and loving it.

"... Yes... " You force out, feeling his hard cock just under you, right where you want him but yet so far... God its big, it'll stretch you so well...

"Gotta say- this is a pretty good way to release the tension babe. Maybe we can make this a bi-weekly thing? Or weekly? Every other day?- "

"Hades!" You cry, begging.

"Alright alright," He chuckles, and finally disappears his toga from his lap, allowing you to pull your own up over your thighs eagerly line yourself up with the monster. Just as you're about to finally finally sink down on it, Hades sticks a finger into the soft skin beneath your chin, and guides you up to connect his gaze with yours again. That smirk is still on his face, though its even darker now. "Let me take care of you, eh?"

Offenderman:

"Fender, Fender please. I'm begging you."

As you work at his belt, fumbling with the buckle from your manic neediness, Offender watches; Letting you struggle and enjoying the sight. But also taking the opportunity to find out why you're working at his belt. "Honey, this isn't like you... what's up?"

"I just want you to fuck me, Fender, what do you mean- ah!" Either you're terrible at undoing belts or you're just that worn out and tired that you cant use your fine motor skills because the damn thing pricked you. Sucking on your pricked finger, for a moment, you pause. "... Can you do this? I'll do mine- "

"C'mon, babygirl. You do me a favour and I'll do you one. Tell me what's up,... " While you cross your arms and frown, not wanting to talk about it at all, Offender puts his hands on his belt and pulls the strap back. "And I'll do these."

Ughhhh... You want that, you want him to take off his pants for you... you need him to help you... but you do not want to talk about how bone tired, exhausted you are. "I... "

"C'mon."

"I'm just... tired... and... "

The buckle slips out of its hole and you sigh, tightening your arms against your chest. "What else, baby?"

"I'm just so tired. That's all." You blurt out, dropping your arms to your sides and sniffling. "And I just- I don't wanna think, I just wanna be full, and happy. Okay?? Can you please just- help me??"

Offender's mouth is spread in a grin, no teeth and no mischief; Just him smiling at you. But then a tentacle glides up your leg and dips into your own pants, and the grin widens into that smirk you're so familiar with. "... I think I can do that... "

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lootsofathousandsworld · 5 months ago

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Life of a Pirate Chpt 11

Hey hey been long time since I post a new chapter XDD

welp hope you all enjoy it and sorry if some grammar is wonky.

Third's Person POV:

B.E.N walks up the deck and heads to the cabin, humming. But he stopped dead when he got to the front door.

He gulped silently. Wasn't sure if his captain was in a better mood after all this happening. Then his friend came to him. He's doing all this for her. He cautiously knocks on the door. After he had done that, B.E.N almost jumped when he heard Flint's booming voice.

"Not now!"

"S-sir it's B.E.N," He answered. After his reply, he made a slight relief when Flint answered with a little calm tone.

"Enter," The robot slowly opens the door and comes in. Right when he walked in, he saw his captain sitting on his chair, shirtless, while Nicolas was tending his side wound. He bit his bottom metal lips nervously when Flint gave him the death glare. Meanwhile, Nicolas gives him a tsk on coming in a bad timing.

"Ye wouldn't think I forgotten of you. After Nicolas finishes, I will punish you right where you are standing."

The robot held his hands up and spoke. "I- I know I should be punished for letting her go, disobeying you. But before you do," Flint raises his eyebrows as B.E.N. finishes asking this question.

"I would like a request from you?"

Believing it was requested punishment, Flint nods for him to keep going.

With much courage, B.E.N finishes this "......I want you to thank Ashy for saving you," His captain's six eyes flared when he mentioned the woman, and he stood up, making Nicolas lose concentration on his work.

"You wanted me to thank that wrench for causing all this mess?!" He roared.

"Sir please!" B.E.N almost cower. "Try to be reasonable! She saved your life."

"So?" Flint snorted.

"Soooo you should go down the brig and tell her face to face thank you for saving me," B.E.N answered. "If she hasn't, you'll be in the navy's jail now or worse."

"He does have a point there Cap'n," Nicolas said. Flint glances down sharply at him, baring his teeth, not liking the surgeon taking on B.E.N's side. Nic, however, only gives him a deadpan look.

'If you had not broken your bargain with her, you wouldn't be in this mess. Now sit back down, I'm not finished." Flint snorted and returned to seating following the doctor's order.

He then rubs his forehead and grumbles angrily. "I would've just shot her if that woman hasn't caught my interest in her damn secret."

B.E.N almost breathed. "Her secret sir?"

Flint nods slowly. "Aye, she be hiding something ye not aware of it?" The robot hasn't realized that his Captain broke this parlay all because he wants his friend's secret.

He gulped when he was waiting for his answer. But he swore he would never reveal his friend's secret for her life's sake. So, he took a deep breath and fib.

"I..wasn't aware of that sir," He blinked, acting puzzled. Is it why she was acting funny?" Much to his relief, he bought his act when he snorted.

"Ever since she came aboard my ship, she looked at me as if I was some haunted being and acted like she had never been out in this galaxy."

"Oh really?" B.E.N chuckles, "Maybe she hasn't been off her planet before? As if she. I don't know. Was forbidden to go?" He watches his captain hum while Nicolas huffs.

"Well, she has shoddy parents that's for sure,"

"I-indeed," B.E.N replied. All of sudden he swallowed hard when Flint looked at him now suspiciously.

"B.E.N? You seem jumpy today,"

"Me jumpy? Nah!" The robot laughed. "Why would I be jumpy when we learned that this cabin girl has a small secret we don't know about."

"Hmm, I see," Flint talks lowly still eyeing on him. B.E.N panics silently when he is still looking at him the same.

Waiting to get the subject change he blurted out, "So anyway! Captain, please can you at least show her tiny gratitude? Like this tiny?" He gestures his robotic finger the size. Flint rolled all his eyes when he saw him still begging him to give his thanks to this woman he huffed.

"Alright fine! I'll give her my thanks for you shut up about it," B.E.N grinned, finally getting him convinced he even added.

"And I got an idea that she'll love!"

"And what's that?" Flint asked.

B.E.N finishes as he spreads his arm out. "Invite her to dinner!"

Flint and Nicolas both looked at him oddly at this idea.

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"What?" Flint finally spoke lowly.

"You know? Like, you two having supper on this table?" He gestures to a small table." Every woman loves when a man takes their girl out to eat. It makes them feel special,"

"B.E.N. you know this isn't a tiny gesture," Nicolas said. "This is a big gesture,"

"I know but hear me out, if you invited her, she'll be forever grateful and will be happy to have a stomach full of... "He was silenced when Flint cleared his throat loudly, making him stop talking.

"This isn't about having me get her out of the brig, is it?" B.E.N. bit his lips when Flint asked this. He only smiles sheepishly in response.

"Maybe?" The captain frowns at him, knowing all this ridiculous idea was to get this woman out of the brig. However, this might be an opportunity for him to get his chance to learn her secret.

He then lets out a long sigh, almost gritting his teeth, not believing what he was about to do.

"Alright, tell this wrench she will join me for dinner," He replied.

"Great I'll go tell her!" B.E.N smiled, ignoring Flint's annoyance. Before he left the cabin, he turned to him.

"Oh, and when she gets here, make sure to give her a welcome dashing smile like this." He smiled, showing him how to do it. "Now you try,"

Flint huffed and gave his fake smile, showing his scary fangs for a few seconds. B.E.N flinched on his frightened facial and said.

".....Um, why don't you work on that while I get her sir," He opened the door and said before closing," Remember, dashing smile. Every lady loves that,"

After he closes the door behind him, he grins, seeing all this will get his friend out of that nasty brig as he makes his way down there.

"She's going to thank me when I tell her the great news!"

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Ash's POV

I didn't realize I was taking a quick nap on the seating board as I got bored earlier. Nothing to do around here but listen to the ship moving and boots clamping above.

Also, think it could pass some time as I sleep. But I was twisting and turning. And mumble in my sleep.

Dream

"Ash! Ash wake up!" I heard a familiar voice calling me while shaking my shoulder. My eyes opened sharply, gasping and to my surprise, Jim was looking right at me, worrying.

"Jim?" I breathed. What happened?"

"You passed out when we opened the portal," He answered.

"I-I did?" I blinked.

He nodded. "Luckily B.E.N caught you before you fell, "He helped me up and I saw others looking at the portal. My eyes widened to see other familiar characters including John Silver, who was struggling to find a trove. Opening every portal he pressed on the green globe map.

"Where is that blasted treasure?!" John growled.

"Treasure? Treasure?" I turn fast at B.E.N. struggling to remember as he grips his wires in desperation. "It's... buried in the.."

".....Buried in a central mechanism," Jim helped him finish. He looked and I found myself nodding slowly, which made his eyes light up.

"What if the whole planet is the mechanism and the treasure is buried in the center of this planet?

"You could be right," I smiled, feeling my heart beating with excitement and with much happiness I was in the right time zone. I wonder if I was even dreaming I was aboard Flint's ship all this time.

Then my thoughts were interrupted when the crew tried to dig, but their shovels and pickaxe got damaged when they hit the metal surface.

"And how in the blue blazes are we supposed to get there?" I glanced over at Silver as he was still searching. Then Jim went to his side and almost nudged him. When he saw a similar planet we were all on, he put his finger on it.

"Just open the right door," He answered. As the portal opened to the trove my heart was still pounding. This was the moment I was finally going to see the treasure.

One by one, they walked through the portal, and I was last to go in. I grinned and was about to take a step across to join the others. Suddenly, I felt someone grip my shoulder harshly, which made me cry in pain and shock.

My blood ran cold when someone whispered in my ear darkly.

"You lead them here," I spun and my face paled to see Flint standing, all menacing.

"You betrayed me!"

"No!" I backed fast and almost stumbled, but the portal was gone. Instead, he has the map in his grasp.

"You lying little bitch, you knew where my trove was all along, and you decided to bring your friends to see it," He snarled.

I shook my head fast. "No, I can explain.."With much trembling, I fall to the ground. "Please I didn't know, honest!" He didn't listen and my breath shook when pulls his flintlock out. I begin to sob.

"No, please! No please don't kill me! Please!" He aims his pistol at me, ignoring my cry, and pulls the trigger.

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"NO!" I shot up screaming. I panted heavily, gripping my chest, and felt my heart beating fast. I was back in my brig and realized it was only a nightmare.

"It was just a dream," I say to myself, calming my breath. "Just a dream." I gasped in startled to hear someone coming down. I get up and see B.E.N. walking down.

I can tell something is good as I see the robot having a smile on his face. When he reached my brig, he talked in ecstatic.

"Ashy I got great news! I find a way to get you... " He stopped when he caught my face looking pale. "Hey, are you okay?"

I nodded fast, "Y-yeah I just had a... bad dream that's all." I formed a smile, wanting him not to worry. "So, what's the news?"

B.E.N gasped and grinned again. "The news yes! Captain Flint agrees to let you out of the brig, showing his gratitude for you saving him."

"Really?" I asked, feeling happy I was getting out of this brig.

He nods, still having a smile. "Yep! And by showing his gratitude he..." I leaned in when he took a deep breath.

"...He invited you to eat dinner with him!" He finished spreading his arms out excitedly. My facial slowly went from smiling to irritated.

".... What?" I asked, making sure I heard it right.

"He invited you to dinner," He repeated. "isn't that great?" He waited for my answer but I was disgusted to have him think this would solve everything that I almost yelled at him.

"Have you lost your mind!?" He wasn't expecting this reaction out of me that he stammered.

"B-but this will have you be out of this brig,"

"With me having dinner with that..beast?" I groan angrily and walk around. "Did you forget he threw me in here? You got to have another plan to get me out of here, anything but that!"

B.E.N only shook his head. "I'm sorry Ashy, but he agrees to this. He's expecting you to come soon, that's an order from him."

"His order?" I scoffed can't believe he's even commanded me to have dinner with him. Then I turn my body around. "I'm sorry B.E.N. but I'm not going."

"B-But Ash you have to go. He'll be furious if you don't." He protested.

"Well, too bad that's his problem," I said stubbornly. "You can tell him I'm not interested period," In the corner of my eyes I watch B.E.N looking frightened about telling his captain some bad news.

I almost feel bad that he has to face Flint with this news, but he got me into a situation that I'm not agreeing with.

"...I... I'll tell him. But I'll bring you food after I served his." When he left, I didn't move my spot. I huffed as I rubbed my arms and said to myself,"

"After all this, he expects me to forget his cruelty to me. He's far awful than I imagined him to be."

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Third's Person POV

After Nicolas tender his wound, Flint was wearing his comfy tan poet shirt and was sitting on his chair. He watched his surgeon, getting his table ready and even putting candles on the table and lighting them with a candle.

"Is the candle really necessary?" He asked.

"Well, I did not agree with B.E.N's idea but at least you need to have a table to look appealing," Nicolas replied. Flint snorted.

"I can't believe I agree to this stupidity. Who thinks eating dinner together would be irresistible? People come and eat, spend a dime on expensive foods bah!"

Nicolas rolled his eyes, "Sir everything your view contains stupidity,"

"Not everything," Flint corrected.

Nicolas tsks in response and after he sets the table up, he turns to him.

"Now remember, when she gets here, please keep in mind to control that temper of yours," This instruction made his captain laughed.

"Oh, come now I have been good on my temper. I haven't killed anyone yet, have I? I'm getting better at it," He smirked, looking proud of himself.

"Yes, I'm sure this lady will be pleased with your action earlier," Nicolas huffed silently, almost rolling his eyes again. Flint didn't respond as he had thoughts on the woman he was dining with.

He couldn't get his mind off on she risked her escape only to save his ass. Not sure if it was a foolish thing to do or not. He knows everyone in this enteriumn..especially the navy wants him dead. So why she's not like everyone he meets?

He finds himself more interested in her the more he thinks of this. And what is worse is he can't leave the image of her worried look. And he swore when the fire reflected her, he saw some gold in her hair. His mind snaps off when he hears his door knocking.

Nicolas heard as well and began walking towards the door.

"Alright here she comes, remember act like a gentleman." After he opens his door to leave, he finds B.E.N. with two meals in his hands.

"Ah thank you, Nic! Can you leave it open for a second? My hands are full," The robot chuckled. Nicolas let him pass, and when he looked behind him, he found out the woman wasn't with him. He hums and shuts the door.

B.E.N hums as he sets the two plates on the table," Voila! Your dinner sir! And can I say I love how you got the table all setup?" Flint raised his eyebrows and asked him.

"Well?"

B.E.N blinked. "Well...what?"

"Where is she?" He reminded him.

"Who? Oh, you mean the woman!" B.E.N chuckled. How can I forget?" He gulped when Flint was waiting for his answer.

"S-she did say she'll think about it, and you know how women are when they think, I-I think we should give her time to think..." He babbles on and Flint makes a low growl as he can tell his navigator is not telling him something.

"B.E.N." He snarled sternly. It shut him up and B.E.N swallowed hard.

Decided to get to the point and prayed he wouldn't go all berserk, he answered straight away. "This woman declined your invitation. She's not coming."

The whole cabin was dead silent. After about a few seconds, Nicolas broke the silence with a long sigh.

"Ah shit, here we go,"

#my fanfiction #treasure planet #chapter 11 #self insert #self shipping #treasue planet fanfiction #nathaniel flint #BEN #fan characters #hope you like this folks! :D

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vinetae · 2 years ago

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Jimin as our chiropractor and there's heavy tension, after a few sessions with the short clothings and the sound y/n makes jimin loses his control

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Chiropractor!AU, Smut, Old Friends.

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: I don't think I've ever read a chiropractor fanfic before. XDD Thank You for this request, and I hope you enjoy! Let me know if there are some things in it that you would like me to change/modify.

I'll call thissssssss

"Flames of Us."

Enjoy!

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"and, done!" You shut the screen of your laptop, throwing yourself back against the cushioned office chair. The wheels roll back a bit from the sudden weight.

"Now all I have to do is send this in to my editor-" The doorbell sounds, as it is quickly followed by a loud crash that echoed outside of your door.

You quickly run down the stairs of your two story house that your aunt has been letting you rent out for the past two semesters while she's away in Bora Bora on retirement. The door opens to reveal a smiling young boy that's around your age. His jet-black locks fall Infront of his face, blocking his vision but making a cute look that others would admire. He flashes a shy bunny-toothed smile as his arms swing nervously back and forth while holding his pillow in hand.

"Uh, this is the right place, right?" You glance down, seeing a small suitcase hiding behind his built frame. Smiling, you lean against the door frame while crossing your arms.

"I presume you're Jungkook, correct?" He quickly nods at your question, as his sights travel down to where you'd been looking. The small black shiny little suitcase that had a few Avenger stickers on the front. The navy blue handle attached along with it.

"Yeah. My other stuff is in my car. I just didn't wanna get it all out and find that this is the wrong address.." He shyly smiles, as you widen the door gesturing for him to join you inside. He carefully walks in, admiring the beautiful pieces of artwork your grandmother had gifted your aunt before she died as he makes his way through the house entry.

"Wow.. Is that Italy?" He questions, eyebrows knitting together in focus.

"Sure is. It's a whole set, actually. My aunt got them before my grandma died. They both shared a love for weird stuff but I never really got into it." You lean in close, creating an eerie ambience of silence before whispering in a hushed tone.

"I sometimes actually think it's haunted.." His eyes widen at that. You burst into a small fit of giggles at his cute expression.

"Ah, I'm just teasing you! Nothing here's haunted, promise." You reach your pinky out for him to grab. He hesitates, but soon joins your finger with his own. You pull away, stretching your back while glancing out the front door's big glass window at his tiny packed car.

"So, shall we get started?"

Well one thing's for sure. His personality defiantly didn't match his looks. The black inked tattooed sleeve had cover almost all of his right arm. He had removed his leather jacket a while back to reveal a sleek back T-shirt underneath. His prominent biceps had no trouble in making that 200 pound dresser look easy to lift. If you had one word to describe Jungkook so far, it'd have to be black. He straightens up, as you watch him twist and pop his back before shaking an imaginary chill-like feeling off, getting ready to get back to work. You'd helped him move the small stuff at first. Testing your own rusty strengths with each piece of furniture.

First, it had been the pillows to his bed.

Next, a few boxes full of knickknacks.

Third, his huge box that held all of his gaming equipment. Now, you two had been halfway up the stairs with his bedframe that had been so kindly dropped off by one of his acquaintances by trailer, You'd been leading, and he was supporting.

His black steel bedframe had been a lot different to haul than his measly little nightstand.

"Okay now swing it your way- wait!" You quickly stop, making sure your side doesn't make a dent in his wall. He panics at your sudden voice, and immediately stops.

"What what?! Did we hit something??" You shake your head, picking your side of the board up once more.

"No, I've got it. I just had to re-adjust. Alright, keep going." He nods and lifts his side as you both continue to share the equally back-breaking weight of his steel headboard. Finally, you'd made it to the top of the stairs. Once in his new bedroom, you set your end down. His follows in suit as well. You take in a deep breath, quietly admiring all of your hard work.

"Alright, seems like that's everything." He looks around the room with crossed arms, mirroring your expression with an accomplished smile.

"So, wanna order something?"

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Once the food had arrived, it was time to stuff your faces after a long, hard day's of work. You'd both been enjoying the peaceful small chatter while the television played in the background. The To-Go cups and bowls spread all around your coffee table as you both chow down on some well deserved munchies. It had been extremely relaxing, until a loud beeping noise had started blaring outside. You look to Jungkook who'd been mid-bite with his egg roll. He shrugs as you both quickly stand to go look out the window. His eyes light up in realization.

"Oh, I forgot! My parents were stopping by to bring my old dresser. It's been in my family for generations."

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Jungkook had originally planned for his brother to come and help him move it up the stairs into his room, but his parents had said that his brother had an emergency with his girlfriend, so they brought it to him instead. However, soon they realized that Jungkook's father hadn't been up to the task when he threw out his back trying to lift one side of the dresser. Now, you'd been mid-haul as you both had stopped to take a break on the flat deck of your staircase. Your breaths had matched in a labored pattern, as you watched his one fluffy jet-black locks now greasily slick back with how much sweat his body had been producing from all the moving earlier.

"Alright, you ready?" You nod, getting in position to pick up your weight again. He does the same, and takes in a deep breath.

"Don't drop it on your toes, okay? And lift with your legs! If not, you'll throw out your back like my dad" He chuckles before you give him a go-ahead nod. Everything had been going smoothly until you felt a searing pain shoot up through your back.

"Fuck!" You curse out, quickly dropping your side to sooth your aching arche. He stumbles a bit but finally lets down his side safely, before rushing over to your aid.

"Shit- what happened??" You groan in pain as the gunshot-like spikes stabs you repeatedly in what had felt like your spine.

"Ah fucking shit!" He quickly helps you to your bum, rushing to your fridge before returning with an ice pack.

"I'm so sorry- I should've just waited for my brother to come by tomorrow-" You shake your head trying to shut his victim card up.

"No, it was my fault. I should've lifted with my legs like your said" Your head hits the stairs softly as you groan out in pain. He reaches into the deeps of his jean pockets before pulling out his cellphone.

"I have a friend that could help. When I dislocated my shoulder during my wrestling years, this guy had popped it back into place in no time." He dials the number to hold it up to his ear. You chuckle, quickly stopping yourself as it had made matters even worse.

"It's fine Jungkook, I just need to walk it off-" You sits you back down with one arm before you even had the chance to deny. "Trust me, he's amazing. Better than any masseuse I've ever gone to even."

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Somehow Jungkook had convinced you to go. It was getting pretty late out, but his friend said that he could keep his office open a few more hours because he'd already been in the middle of paperwork anyways. Jungkook had helped you into his car as to make sure not to break you even more. -His words not yours-

The man had already been at the entry door, holding it open as Jungkook carefully lead you through the doors. The man flashes you a smile, as Jungkook helps you up onto the table that stood in the middle of a tiny room. The baby blue colors with gray ash tones had suited Jungkook's friend's persona perfectly. It had been like any other chiropractor's office you'd been too. Those visits weren't for you, no. But you aunt had always had some kind of problem with her bones for some reason. The florescent light shine brightly as the man had carefully shut the door before making his way over to the table you'd been laid down on. Jungkook sat in the corner, tapping his heel against the cold tiles of the room, watching as to what exactly his friend does. The strange man flashes you a short smile, before stopping in his tracks.

"Y/n?" Your eyes widen, as does his.

"You... remember me?" He chuckles at your question as he sets the clipboard he'd had in his hands down. He slouches a bit before leaning up against the counter's edge.

"How could I not? You're the reason we had to put 'Do not lick' stickers next to our salt lamps." He chuckles as a light pink tint creeps up on your cheeks from the embarrassing moment. Jungkook's ears now tune into the conversation.

"I was only 13, let it go!" He chuckles, shaking his head at your cute angry face.

"You two know each other?" Jungkook asks while glancing back and forth between the two of you. A confused expression plastered his face. Jimin nods before taking a seat in the adjustable circular chair before rolling over to you.

"Her aunt always had issues with her hips so she came in here a lot. How is she anyways?" He reaches over to grab black plastic gloves before slipping them over his digits. "She's good. Great even. She's in Bora Bora right now for her retirement." He smiles, scooting his chair close.

"That's awesome. She always loved her beaches, huh?" A slight smile tugs your lips at his comment. Jungkook is about to interrupt when he feels his phone vibrating in his jacket's pocket.

"It's my mom, I have to take this. You good, right Y/n?" You nod as he steps out to take the call. Now, it had just been Jimin and you. His silvery ash tone hair had sat perfectly against his forehead. The darkened roots had been coming in nicely, which had someone made him look even more handsome. His once frail and thin body had bulked up, as you see the prominent lines from his T-shirt rough the fabric.

'So, how've you been?" He asks, while flashing you a small smile.

"Good, well- other than the reason I'm here." He chuckles, sending you a little pout.

"Aww, not trying to catch up with an old friend?" You laugh nervously at his remark.

"Not today, anyway." He nods, catching your eyes to lock with his. "So, why are you here today?" You sigh, trying to lift up to meet his gaze but fail as you quietly groan in pain. He's quick to help, as he sets you back down gently.

"I hurt my back while trying to help Jungkook move in." He nods while standing from his chair.

"Oh.. are you and him like..?" You chuckle at his assumption.

"No way. I offered for him to stay at my place because I needed someone to help out with the rent." He nods, and continues what he'd been doing before. A slight mumble could barely be made out as he silently huffs.

Changing the topic, he decided to become Mr. Park once more.

"So what kind of pain is it?" You sigh, taking small breaths as to not feel the needle-like pricks as much.

"It's like knives" You groan out, trying to get your sentences to make sense.

"Ah, I see." He stand over your frame, looking down to meet your eyes. "Do you mind if I remove your jacket?" You nod as he starts to unzip your thin light weight jacket as you remember what you'd been wearing up under it.

"Actually-" You grip his wrist before chuckling at the sudden gesture.

"I'd rather keep it on. It's kinda cold.." He looks around before walking over to his thermostat, turning the heat up. This works best with tight fitting clothing. Although, Jungkook did say this was an emergency," He walks closer until he's once against towering your figure. This time, he had a different aura to him. One of a more, dominating tone.

"It'll just be for a few minutes. The loose fabric gets in my way" Your mouth dries at that sentence. His way??

"O.. okay. Yeah, sorry." You lift up with what little energy you have left, and carefully remove your jacket, throwing it off to the side. You pause when his eyes widen at your lacy purple bralette you'd chosen to wear. Hey, you weren't planning on going anywhere tonight, alright??

Soon he clears his throat, tugging at the tightened fabric that had engulfed his lower throat. "Alright. So, the pain you described is like knives, correct?" You nod. "Well," He leans in closer, the tip of his finger brushes all along the exposed skin of your back.

"Is it your upper or lower?" You shift a little, feeling the pain intensifying which lets you know what level it's on.

"All around? It all feels like it's on fire." He leans back, catching your eyes with his own. A smile creeps his lips.

"Well make up your mind, silly. Is it knives of fire?" He chuckles, before helping you to flip onto your back. You do so, as the warm heat had finally made it's way around the room. Still, a cool chill brushes your exposed skin as his gloved hands run along the pains of your back. You carefully turn your head to be able to speak with him.

"Actually- do you have to have the gloves? They're really cold.." He shakes his head before quickly discarding the plastic hand coverings.

"No, I just thought it looked professional." You let out a small giggle at his comment. Still the same dork you always used to hang out with as usual.

"Alright, so I'm going to just basically pop your back. You'll feel a little pain at first, but it should subside. Let me know if it doesn't okay?" He leans over to look at your facial expression. You nod, giving him the go ahead. You feel the warmth of his hands run along the curves of your back. Each dip he discovers makes you shiver. Not from the cold, but just from the touch. Just imagining his hands running down the fronts of your body instead before dipping into your soaked panties. His digits tugging lightly at your roots as your sink down onto his girthy le-

"You ready?" His voice pulls you from your thoughts. You swallow a huge lump that had mysteriously formed in your throat before croaking out a 'huh?'

"I said are you ready." You nod, as he shifts in his stance. His right hand had come to rest upon the nape of your neck as he lightly massages the area. "Deep breath for me, love." Your eyes widen at the sudden nickname. "Wait what?"

He raises an eyebrow at your pause. "Did throwing out your back also throw out your hearing ablities?" He chuckles, as you relax your shoulders at the harsh words he'd chosen.

"It's just a joke, Y/n. Just relax. Take deep breaths. It'll all be over soon."

You nod before taking a slow but deep breath before you hear a crack echo through the room. You uncontrollably moan out in pain at the relief he'd given you.

"Good, now I'm going to do the other side. Deep breath, baby." There's that damn pet name again.

You're probably just hearing things.

You take in another big gul of air before it's let out in a high pitched whine and a good 'oh fuck' to go along with it. "Good girl." You can feel the wetness your legs start to pool your underwear. You nervously rub the ends of your feet together as he moves onto your lower back.

This is all professional, Y/n. It's not anything sexual. It's just a good back cracki-

"Oh fuck, baby. That was a good one." You quickly sit up as your motion makes him back away. "Okay what the hell, Jimin?" His eyebrow raises in confusion. "What do you mean 'what the hell'? I'm trying to do my job?" You shake your head. "No, what the hell was with all of those names?" His expression calms to a more assertive one. "What 'names' do you mean?" You roll your eyes at his comment. "You know what I'm talking about." He chuckles, taking a seat in his chair before crossing one leg over the other. "I don't know what you're on about, but do share with the class." You scoff at his attudide.

"You know what I'm talking about. The 'baby' and 'good girl'?" You watch as a smirk tugs the corner of his lips. His eyes narrowing to only focus on you now. "Do you have a problem with that?" You can feel the back of your throat going dry. The look he now possesses had been deadly. You can barely get the words out.

"Uh well yeah I..I do." He stands up, looking dead-straight into your eyes. His once soft chocolatey eyes had now turned stiff and assertive.

Forget the knives in your back, this man looked as if he was going to kill you with the daggers in his eyes.

"And.. why do you have an issue for me calling out the obvious?" You swallow a gulp as his figure stalks your own before resting between the open space of your thighs.

"B.. Because.." Your words trail off as his lifts a finger to grip your chin.

"Because.. ? I'm not a mind reader, love. Use your big girl words. Come on~" You whimper at his touch.

You fucking whimper.

"I-I.." It's as if this thief not only stole your back pain, but also your ability to fucking speak. He smirks, lifting your chin for your eyes to meet his. The space between you two had diminished in an amount of seconds. With just centimeters away from one another, his hot breath had mixed in with yours. Your breathing patterns had formed a song only you two could understand. It's as if the world had stopped, and caught on fire all at the same time. The pads of his cherry lips just barely brush past your own, making his motive all the much clearer.

"Say it." You freeze at his tone. Your head clouds with lustful intents that not even the devil would consider. His hand comes to rest atop your thighs, each palms curved perfectly around the surface of your heated skin. "S.. say what..?"

"Say you want me."

This is risky. Really fucking risky.

Jungkook had just stepped out of the room, not out of the mother fucking building at least!!

Everything in your head had been screaming at you 'no'. Well, you'd gone with the better option.

His breath rolls past your padded lips as his tongue comes out to wet his. The muscle barely brushing your own in his action. His eyes have narrowed to only see you. He continues.

'I don't like repeating myself, Y/n." You whine at his tone, before finally letting the former feeling win this war.

"I want you."

That's all he needed to press your lips to his. This was it. All that you had wondered all those years from your youth. You and he hadn't been so far apart in age, just a little to where people would go 'oh.'

5 years. You and he had a five year age gap. When you were graduating high school, he'd been graduating from college. It wasn't that looked down upon, but still. Also,

'Fuck- exactly how I thought you'd taste. Mmm, so sweet." He moans against your lips as one of his free hands come to toy with your bra strap. Teasingly tugging it up before letting it go, making a 'snap' sound. You groan at the sensation, felling your own way up his elongated torso. Your hands come to toy with the healthy roots of his silvery locks, pulling every so gently. He pulls away, only to tumb his pad along your swollen lips. His demanding voice sent chills up your spine.

"Open." He commanded. You oblige as his two fingers are shoved into your mouth. "Suck." You do, as your tongue swirls around the digits of his finger tips before he pulls them from your mouth.

"Good girl." His fingers make their way into your underwear as his digits card through your folds. Your back arches, earning him tight groan.

"Shit-" He curses, pulling himself from you. You whine from the loss of contact.

"What's wrong?" You ask, wondering why all of a sudden he stopped. "Is your back still hurting?" You slightly nod, taking his hand in yours.

"It was feeling better though..." You whine, trying to connivence him.

"Come onnn, we can worry about that afterwards." He hesitates, but nods while capturing your lips with his kisses. This all felt so right. His kisses deepen, as the pad of his tongue reaches out in fight to win against yours. You both moan against each other's lips, finally feeling what could've been all those years.

"Fuck- You're so fucking beautiful." His hands reaches up to pull the thin fabric down from your tits. He watches as they bounce slightly from their newly freed positions. He chuckles, planting kitten-like licks to the buds of your breasts. Taking each nipple in one at a time before gently tugging on the with his two front teeth, then soothing the area with his tongue. Your head lulls back, as your hips instantly buck up against his. The prominent tent in his pants quickly showing against his jeans. Your hand reaches out to palm him, as his head rolls back.

"Fuck- just like that baby." Now it's your turn as your hand dips into the fabric of his jeans before passing his underwear as well. You quickly pull both layers of material down in one go. His hardened cock bobs up and down at your motions. Your mouth falls open at the sight.

"Holy shit.." He chuckles, watching as you take in all the gory of his dick.

"Like what you see?" He teases, as you nod making quick haste to spit into the palm of your hand before wrapping around the base of his cock. You watch as his stomach contorts at the grip, as your hand bobs up and down the length. Teasing over the plush, cherry red tip just for fun. His hands had made quick work as well, as he'd now shoved two fingers into sopping core. You moan at the sudden contact, but don't faulter in your own moves against him. Both of your breaths are labored, as you two are in an unspoken battle to see who can make the other one cum first.

"A-Are we really making this a co-competition?" He asks while his mouth forms a permanent o-shape. Yours hadn't been doing too well either.

"M-Maybe-ah!" You whine at his speed in which he added one more finger.

"F-fuck this." He removes his fingers before quickly making his way over to his desk drawer, pulling out a square packet.

"You really keep those here? Why? You fuck all your clients?" He chuckles at the hint of jealousy he'd picked up in your tone.

"Only my well-behaved ones~" You scoff at his cockiness.

"Full of yourself, Park." He smirks, yanking your articles of clothing down before they fall to the floor. He pulls you down to meet his hips. His cock running between the slick of your folds, teasingly dragging this out for even longer. Soon, he slides in while making his remark.

"No my dear, You're full of me."

You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands come to rest on your hips to hold you steady. You two had been in a position where you'd use it to fuck in the shower or something. Your tits bouncing against the flat of his chiseled chest, as his cock is mercilessly pounded up into your dripping core. Your head lulls back as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. With each thrust, his teeth tug more and more at your abused, sensitive skin.

"Oh fuck- yeahhh baby. Just like that. Fuck! You like me fucking your little pussy? Ah fuck baby- you feel so good." Your nails had been scratching at his back for the last 2 minutes. Some, enough to make him bleed. "Fuck! Oh fuck fuck fuck!" He lifts your body up off the table to slap your ass once.

"When did I give you permission to curse, huh? Bad girls don't get daddy's cum. You want my cum baby? Want me to fill you up so good? Nice and full for daddy, hmm?" You couldn't help the strings of loud moans that fill the small room. His grunts and thrusts making it near impossible to speak.

"Yeah baby. Doing so well for me. You gonna cum? Mmmm cream daddy's cock baby, show me how good you are for me." His hand reaches between the space of your bodies, quickly finding your click and rubbing harsh circles against the throbbing bud. Your legs unconciously wrap around his torso, as his thrust start to slow down just a bit.

"Better hurry up, darling. Jungkook's coming back any minute. wouldn't want to see his new roomate getting fucked by his best friend, would he?"

You moan out in a staggered breath "Fuuuck youu" He chuckles at that.

"Well since that's off your b-bucket li- fuck. List... What's n-next?" He laughs-kinda moans at the second part. His thrusts get sloppier. "Fuuuuck Oh! Come with me baby, come on. Cream my cock like the good girl you are. Show me how much you like daddy fucking you!"-

"ahhhh! So muuuch!!" Your orgasm washes over your like the ending to an exciting roller coaster. Your limbs fall imminently as he stands Infront of you to keep your limp body upright. Once he's sure you're good by yourself, he starts dressing your figure once more. When you're both fully clothed again, he clears his throat.

"So.. Is your back still hurting?"

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(I think Jimin fucked it back into place hahaha)

#BTS park jimin smut #bts smut #bts jimin smut #bts jimin ff #jiminbts #bts jimin #bts smuts #bts drabbles #bts fics #flames of us #park jimin #bts #pjm #jeon jungkook #jjk

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starblue2406 · 6 months ago

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Well, technically the varnish is still missing, but hey! Look at this custom pony!

I used my first Rainbow Dash as a victim and it was from the crystal empire collection, years ago I had already tried to make a custom with it, but due to childish immaturity,Little knowledge and lack of tools ended up ruining this poor pony.

Many years passed and I returned to that poor Raindow Dash, it was almost impossible to restore it after everything I did, so I wanted to make a custom (causing the paintings in my plastic arts workshop They are of better quality than any paint sold in a stationery store).

I originally wanted to do Tenya Iida or Nicholas II, but my cousin forced me to do Damos:

Rebeca:And tell me, which one do you prefer?

Abraham: Emmm... Tenya doesn't convince me and Nicolás, since you already have a book, it's not that big a deal.Better go to Damos.

R: ... Why?

A You already have Arceus, right?

R: So yes, but why?

A:Because I like your comic, the ship and because I paid $200 MXN

R:And if I do not do it?

A: I accuse you with my aunt (my mother)

End

With the constant monitoring and supervision of my dear cousin, I began to work on this custom. I'm not complaining, on the contrary, I thank him and looking back, In fact, it turned out much better than if I had done any of the previous ones since it has many more details and with Damos I already suffered too much xdd

Because I'm very stupid I didn't take photos when it was a Raindow Dash in a state worse than my energy to pass this last partial, however I took photos when I put the base color on it, the cold porcelain(I originally wanted to make it by hand, I failed and had to buy one already made), when I painted it and a photo from the great photo session I did with Arceus.

The marble was given to me by my best friend, in fact he gave me four, so I will do various things with them.

I'm thinking about making another custom with this other Rainbow Dash that I got about a month ago, I'm not sure since it could be restored without any problem.

Maybe one of Argique, Acomfire or Martha, But first I must decide if I will forgive her or if I will do to her everything I did to poor Raindow Dash earlier.

#damos #Thank my annoying cousin #it was a good idea #the varnish is missing #I think it still deserves a few more small touches.#Because I was stupid #and I got the right wing a little dirty with paint #and because she was stupid #she kept quiet about it #of the lock of hair #I'll leave it like this #my art

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wormholxtreme · 10 months ago

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💘 + kadam!

Ship Meme | Kadam

where they first met and how

Kaylee was on a "summer" (more like a year) between ending high school and starting college on Hala to learn more about her Kree roots. Adam fresh from his cocoon, all naive and young mentally and Kay shoot his ass out of the sky thinking he was attacking the planet.

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved

It was only a few months but Kaylee didn't know it was flirting but Adam had the hots for her pretty quick but boy couldn't keep it quiet for very long

who fell for who first ( if applicable )

Oh Adam was head over heels before Kaylee even knew what they were doing was basically dating.

where their first date was and what it was like

They had several coffee dates on Hala before either of them even made it official during their summer romance but the first real date was star gazing.

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? )

Adam is a man of many words, under the stars as Kaylee pointed out the constellations, making up stories to go with them he turned to her and said "I've cherished every moment we've spent together. You've become the brightest star in my life, and I can't hold back these feelings any longer." and then KISSED HER. Just ugh this mother fucker

who proposes first

Adam. Kaylee never saw it coming. They were at Thanos and Pepper's wedding when he just looked at her and asked if she wanted to do this too. Just knocked the wind right out of my girl.

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away

They never were secret on Hala, but in the time they reconnected 8 years later, it wasn't as flashy. Kaylee wasn't exactly keeping it a secret but she wasn't being as open with the PDA because of her own mental struggles at this point in their lives.

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? )

At Pepper and Thanos's wedding but then Adam did a flashier proposal later that was more official. They didn't want to steal Pepper's thunder

if they adopt any pets together

No. Adam ain't around to take care of their kids let alone a pet LOL

who’s more dominant

100% Adam. He's a service dom for sure. Kaylee is a switch bitch and happy to be his sunshine

where their first kiss was and what it was like

First kiss was under the stars on Hala, where Adam confessed his feelings for her and placed that tentative kiss on her lips. It was breathtaking and beautiful and Kay reciprocated making it that kind of steamy and hot.

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? )

Not really, occasionally if Adam happens to show up during Halloween one year she'd have a couples costume for him but other wise they're both pretty individualistic people with their own styles. Or rather Kay has a style. Adam needs to wash his suit. XDD

how into pda they are

Kaylee's primary love language is physical touch. So PDA is definitely a thing, whether it's holding hands or hugging. Forehead touches. Cupping his cheek in her hands and brushing her thumbs against his cheeks.

who holds the umbrella when it rains

Adam duh. He holds the umbrellas, the presents, the shopping bags. The man pulls his cape off and puts it over puddles so Kaylee doesn't have to get her shoes wet/muddy

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable )

Their favorite place will always be under the stars, seeing the cosmos in each other's eyes. Not only is it a throwback to their first kiss but they are both star children whose identities and love is bound to the stars.

who’s more protective

Arguably it's Adam. His identity is always in crisis but the one constant is his need to protect people, add in the way he loves and cares for Kaylee and that need to protect goes through the roof. That being said though, Kaylee is not a wallflower. She is a warrior and other than to keep a promise to him, she will die to protect him if need be.

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ )

A few weeks. The whirlwind from blasting him out of the sky, to them becoming friends, to them becoming more was a fast ride. But it was only a short summer love until 8 years later. The second time, stolen glances, and aching hearts keep them apart. Kaylee's predicament of not knowing where she and Athan stood along with being pregnant with his child made things a little less black and white so they didn't reconnect romantically until after horrible things happened and Kay was at rock bottom.

if they argue about anything

Usually they only argue over Kaylee's reckless self-sacrificing nature. She always thinks she can handle whatever is thrown at her to her own detriment. Otherwise they have extremely healthy communication and don't often have disputes.

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. )

Neither XD they're both like bullet proof. There's no leaving marks. But it's not for a lack of trying on Kaylee's part for sure

who steals whose clothes and how often

Kaylee will steal his shirt in the mornings after a night of passion but that's about it.

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? )

-sigh- Adam is the big spoon, no matter how much Kaylee offers. He's the big spoon. And Kaylee loves being his little spoon but sometimes they face each other if she isn't feeling very little spoony

what their favourite nonsexual activity is

Kicking ass!! No really, they're both heroes and they love being able to protect and kick ass together

how long they stay mad at each other

The only time Kay ever was mad at Adam was when he played a role in Sophie losing her soul and becoming the new Lady Death. The anger she felt was mostly caused by the feeling of being betrayed by the one person she thought could never hurt her. It takes her a few months to

what their usual coffee / tea orders are

Kaylee and Adam have a lot of rituals behind coffee. She makes him coffee all the time. Usually black with a new flavoring for him to try and she mixes flavors for him on the time until she finds one that he likes above the others

if they ever have any children together

yes! Adam adopts Damien and then they have a baby girl Destiny Hope together. It's a miracle because Adam can't have kids but Eternity gave him the ability once so they could make Destiny, much to Destiny's dismay XD

if they have any special pet names for each other

Adam calls her sunshine more often than not. v.v it's the cutest.

if they ever split up and / or get back together

The life of Kadam is a long and interesting one. Their summer love on Hala was not supposed to last and it didn't. They parted on good terms but it was never destined to be anything more than what it was. But when they reconnected, even with Adam always leaving, they stay together. Mostly because of Kaylee's stubbornness XD

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? )

Since Adam is gone often it's hard to call what they have shared living space. But for the most part Kaylee keeps a clean and modern house hold. She keeps things interesting with beautiful decor, paintings, flowers, and other things to keep the place looking like a home rather than a doctor's office

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like

SHOPPING. Kaylee dragging Adam to all the different shops and going to the orphanages and shelters to pass toys out to the less fortunate. Just bringing him into all the Starkvers traditions

what their names are in each other’s phones

Adam: Sunshine Kaylee: Knight in Shining Armor

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? )

Traditions are totally around coffee. Kaylee built him a coffee machine for his space ship and stocked it with enough coffee to last him a while and then spends time collecting coffee and coffee related things across the universe so when he returns she can restock his coffee bar and show him new things.

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first

Adam doesn't really sleep but he meditates regularly. Kaylee's sleep is sporadic and she often uses her powers not to sleep at all but in the end she'll be the first one sleep because he makes her feel safe and loved enough to rest and relax

who’s the big spoon / little spoon

Adam is the big spoon always much to Kay's chagrin. She wanna be the big spoon sometimes XD

who hogs the bathroom

Kaylee, it's mostly her bathroom anyway XD Adam can either join the club which he does

who kills the spiders / takes them outside

Neither??? I see them both being the kind to just leave spiders be? They're both invincible and have no fears of little creatures just living their lives.

#soullesstrouble #[character study; kaylee danvers stark]#((I love them so much))

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hotcat37 · 9 months ago

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DALIY MOODBOARD DELIVERY 4 ONE OF MY FAVE FIC WRITERS N ARTIST S ON THIS SIDE OF TUMBLR EVER!! XDD

(I hope U got some tissues N a wedding gift ready CUZ THE JERE/NACE POKÉMON THEMED! WEDDING MOODBOARD IS READY N UR AMAZING ASS IS INVITED! 🥰🥰)

*🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁*

(now take a seat in one of the isles N head straight 2 the open bar N buffet 4 as I tell U the story of one of the most chaotic but magical weddings in JOblr N Kablr history :3)

The day had finally arrived,the day our fave German Shepard N husky duo were going 2 promise themselves 2 eachother forever.The JO boys were helping out with last minute preparations (N driving Kris insane cuz everything had 2 be done by a very specific list he made as soon as the couple announced the wedding date N it had 2 be PERFECT)they even managed 2 get the rings around Ollie’s collar without him jumping everywhere,meanwhile Jere was with his crew + Tommy getting ready 4 the biggest day of their friend (or in Mikke’s case little brother) life.Alas everything was ready N up 2 (Kris’s extremely high) standards,the guests made up of the two grooms family,close friends N some of the esc family as everyone took their seats in the isles amongst the giant sunflower covered Alter Jure made 4 the soon 2 be husbands when Jere began waking down the isle (poor Nacko almost had a heart attack cuz of how ethereal his fiancé looked right then N there) the vow’s were said,Ollie successfully kept the rings safe till he had 2 give them 2 one of his dads 2 set his promise 2 be love N be by Jere’s side forever in stone,everyone was a crying sobbing mess throughout the whole ceremony.(even the daltons couldn’t keep it together or Tommy surprisingly) N then it came time 4 the officiate 2 marry our beloved Pokémon loving now husbands which was sealed with the whole “U may kiss the bride” thing.(Mikke was gonna be their wedding photographer but my man deserves a break so they got Damon 2 do it instead) N as soon as that was over particularly all the guests booked it 2 the open bar N buffet,speeches were made,the newlywed couple held hands as they cut the cake which lead 2 a small cake fight,Kris spent most of the after party sipping tequila N hanging out with Haarija,Bojan N Jure got shitfaced drunk N made out by the buffet (almost squishing the pokeball themed strawberry plater while they were at it) Nace thought Jan went missing until one of Daltons found him playing with a bunch of stray cats who found their way into the venue,Jere’s lil nephew N niece LOVED Ollie N couldn’t stop petting him N playing fetch with the lil dog N as soon as the party was over N everyone had settled into their hotel rooms the Gengar N Bulbasaur loving newlyweds had mind blowing sex but alast they were happy N knew that whatever happened 2 Joker out or Kaarija they would go though it with love in their hearts N eachother by there side..✨✨✨✨✨

NACE/JERE WEDDING CANON!!! this was such a joy to read aaaaah I love Tommy in particular being among the guests 💞💞 Ollie being the ring keeper I can't 🥺🥺 Shocking he didn't run off though haha 😂 Nace would for sure almost faint looking at Jere walking down the isle <3♡♡ Jure making the altar sunflower themed :D 💕 And Kris' extremely high standards lmao ☠☠ Jan vanishing but only to play with stray cats is so real 🐈‍⬛💞💞

Them having mind blowing sex after haha XD The visuals accompanying the story are sooo good omg what what gorgeous wedding!! Love how purple it is 💜💜 The Pokéball flowers :")🥰 Thanks sm for blessing me with this ask!!

#nace jordan #käärijä #Nace x Jere #Bulbasaur x Gengar #joker out #cute moodboards #Hotcat ask #You never miss <3

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eirasummersart · 10 months ago

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So I said I would offer you some of my ocs for possible ships and here I am... (haven't found sexualities on the bios so bare with me if I mess up)

For Dillon I wanted to offer Erena or Eve mainly cause Erena could go on fun adventures with him and would know well with is boundaries and Eve... is very smart and still wants to learn lots about humans...

For Dalia... either Kome or Mellow Mellow is also more art focused and gets kinda nervous around cute girls, he would be interested... while Kome has lots of stories to tell and has a love for literature which could be a nice combo.

For Domas... Carol could guide him in a better direction while giving him a good fill of praise, she is also stressed a lot so extra help be fine. Gilly might find him more entertaining than annoying... might also be pointing him in a better direction to help others

Akshaya... most of my "Strong people" might be old but... Zariyah might be a good pick... she wants to be a hero and keep people safe... and she is very patient with people so...

Lastly for Szilárd is really hard but... Dragiselle could be maybe an option.... Flynn maybe too... thoughts behind this is moreso that they are moreso been through hardships and know to deal with similar problems... and Flynn can match some drama... but this ideas are more loose

Hope you liked my little talk maybe something comes out of this.^^

Hello!! Thanks for this ask~ ❤

It's fun to find good interactions between OCs, so let's hope we can get something out of these 👀 And sorry it took me a while to get to it, I've been busy and tired lately, and I wanted to take a proper look to these and make sure I got it all right! It's long, so continues under the cut~

Also, about the sexualities, I don't have that in their info posts, my bad. I have talked about them in the past but I understand that would be hard to find just looking at the basic infos for them! A fast list would be: Dillon: some sort of demi-bi (it's hard for me to grasp his XD), Dalia, Domas, Oriol: bi, Yuuki: Ace, Szi: Gay (can be lesbian if I genderbend, I don't mind doing that, but always has to be the same gender as Szi), and Akshaya not sure 🤔 I'd go with demi-bi too.

Anyway, now for the actual answers!

Dillon: I think both could have good dynamics with him, for sure. But with Eve it might be more of a friendship 🤔 But Erena would definitely get along a lot with him. They have a bunch of similarities (actually, Luffy was one of my inspirations behind Dillon hahah just little things). Also, he's GREAT at swimming, so he could help her out if she ever had problems with that~ Idk, just the picture of them going to adventures together seems quite cute and fun 😌💕

Dalia: For her, I think the two you said could work. With Kome they'd have lots of fun playing chess or other board games (Dalia really likes games that you play with logic and strategy). They could also debate or Kome could tell her about her stories. Also, just in aesthetic, I think their colour palettes would look nice together 💕 And with Mellow, if he's all nervous and shy with girls, he'd have lots of fun teasing him. And she'd find him adorable hahah But they could also bond over art and, aside from her teasing, she'd be really nice and gentle with him, so maybe he'd feel more at ease/less insecure around her afte a while?

Domas: For Domas, I am leaning more towards Carol, to be fair. Gilly is cute and they seem like a fun combo for Domas haha But Carol being much more down to earth seems like a better fit for him, so it doesn't end in full chaos xD Also, Carol's motherly vibe can go along well with his want to help people too, so they'd get along. But she'll need… A LOT of patience xDD Also, the pixelated food part made me laugh, since he's a great cook. Maybe he can help her cook more… nice looking food? xD OH, and the part where she gets flustered and shy easily, Domas is all sweet and gentlemanly, so he might make her blush a lot, which would be cute 🤭 (Also, apparently Domas has a thing for people with glasses, it seems /hj)

Akshaya: Aww, Zariyah seems super cute and nice, I like her. If she goes on about wanting to be strong to help other and/or to be a hero, Akshaya would definitely like her and want to be her friend. If she's all friendly open, she'd make Akshaya blush for sure too, but she'd like it. I guess it turning to ship would depend on how the situation goes from that point 🤔 it could also end in platonic, but I can see some ship potential!

Szilárd: First about this, don't worry, Szi is a complicated guy and it's hard for me to think of relations and frienships for him sometimes too hahah So I get it. Now, for the options you gave me, I'd say I don't see Flynn as much with him 🤔 I'm not sure how I'd approach the relationshi, Szi is just so mean, he'd just scorn him I think hahahaha I'm sorry, Flynn, it's not you, it's Szi being an asshole XDDD But with Dragiselle I can see it more! Well, in this case I'd go with fem!Szi from what I told you earlier. But she's all strong and cool. Maybe they could clash a bit at first (again, Szi's fault for being like he is XD), but I can see Szi seeing the good parts she has, her strong magic, her dedication and all, and wanting to be closer. Also, both have had isolated childhoods (for different reasons), so they can also find a common ground with that~ And since they're both "arts inclined" they might be able to bond over that as well. Idk, she's pretty too(?) that's a plus hahah

Ok, I think that's all I can comment on rn, until I hear your side of this C: Let me know what you think from this too, if any you like more in particular! :D

And of course it was fun to think all of this and try and figure out relationships <3 Thanks for the initial hard work at looking at possible maches too~

I hope you didn't mind my long answer either hahah

#Yuki Answers #fumikomiyasaki #twst OC #Oc x OC #other people's OCs #Dillon #Dalia #Domas #Szilárd #Akshaya

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marinerainbow · 8 months ago

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Hey!! ^^ So I was reading our reactions to Nightmare Angel Bill Moseley again and Greasy and Poppy's insane bisexual reactions to cologne clone Wheezy and- a thought came to mind XDD

What if, while this is all happening (Poppy and Greasy are on the edge while Smartass and Psycho are Judging Them), little Lottie doesn't recognise Wheezy at all??? Like maybe she was on a school camp for the two weeks Wheezy was getting clean and Poppy picked her up from the camp on her way to their place- so they were seeing clean Wheezy at the same time- and Lottie is just

Completely. Blank. Looking at Wheezy.

Like Daddy who's this??? Cuz like, she would not at all be used to new people in her house XD How often do you think the weasels bring over new people??? I'd say very very rarely, if ever (barring Shiny and Poppy at some point, but those are probably the only exceptions).

And while Poppy and Greasy are struggling over how hot Wheezy is now, all Wheezy is trying to do is convince his lil niece (who he has missed while she was away!!) that it is HIM!! XD

Also- how do you think S h i n y would react to Wheezy's cologne clone look? XD I'm imagining her going like 'cough up Grease, I told you he had potential in there. You owe me a hundred bucks' 🤣

Anyway, hoping you're well! Have a good day!

Ok ok ok... I can't NOT write this out. You know I can't. You had to know this. You trapped me/silly

I hope I got baby Lottie right!! I'm assuming she's like, seven or ten at this time if she can't recognize her own unkle (either that or Clean!Wheezy is just THAT unrecognizable XDDD).

The Golden Girls VS Clean!Wheezy

I know we agreed that older Bill Mosely would be more accurate to Clean!Wheezy, but this gif was what started that whole conversation so I'm using it XD

"Thanks again for driving us, Shiny."

"Eh, don't worry about it. I wasn't gonna let you guys ride the bus or train tonight." Shiny shrugged as she picked up the little weasel girl out of her seat. She smiled and tapped Lottie's nose with her own, her grin growing as she let out a giggle, "Besides, I missed my favorite girl."

Poppy giggled herself as she grabbed Lottie's backpack from the trunk of the red car. In truth, she hadn't been able to stop smiling since she picked up the child from camp. How could she not? She missed her only niece. And so did her unkles- in fact, Psycho had to have a very close eye kept on him to make sure he didn't sneak off to find her!

Though, of course, nobody missed Charlotte as much as her daddy did. The only reason Smartass didn't pick up his daughter himself was because that judge they worked for (Poppy was a little scared to say his name. Like it would summon him somehow.) gave them a last minute job. All Poppy could do was volunteer to pick up his daughter, and pray for mercy on the poor soul who had to face Smartass and his gang after having the chance to see the baby sooner rather than later dashed away.

But it looked like the boys were back home- and Greasy was the one who was driving, judging by how the black dodge parked halfhazardly in the cracked driveway. Poppy had been a little worried that they wouldn't get home on time, but everything seemed to be going smoothly despite that morning hiccup. They were all going to go inside, have a heartwarming reunion, and have dinner together as a family! Nothing could go wrong. At least that was what Poppy thought as she exchanged cargo with Shiny; now holding Lottie while the weasel lady rifled through the back of her car for the rest of the baby's things, "I'll catch up. You don't wanna keep her daddy waiting. Or her uncle, for that matter."

"You're right." The rabbit giggled again before turning towards the house, "I'll come back to help you after I get Lottie inside."

"Mhmm."

It was a good thing Poppy started towards the house, since the child she was holding was starting to squirm in her hold; wordlessly voicing her distaste for how long her two aunts were taking. Poppy couldn't help but chuckle again and hurried up the porch stairs, "I'm sorry, dear. You'll see Daddy soon, don't worry."

Poppy already had a key to the house- it was given to her by Smartass of all people! At Christmas a couple of years ago. It really showed just how much he trusted and cared about her... Which was why she didn't have the heart to tell him Psycho had already given her a copy a long time ago- so she didn't need to knock and have someone else open the door. The toon kept Lottie carefully balanced in one arm as she stepped inside, grinning from ear to ear when she heard Psycho's running footsteps, "Hello, every-"

"LOTTIE!!" Just as she predicted, the one in the straightjacket got to pull his niece out of her hold first. Lottie had been already reaching out to Psycho and giggling happily. Poppy took the chance to readjust her jacket while her best friend cuddled the kit for the first time in what must have felt like ages to him, "I missed you soooooo much!"

Poppy got to count two seconds before she saw the boss himself round the corner to see his daughter. Psycho must have tripped him or disoriented him when he sped past him, judging by how he looked a little confused and very annoyed at his employee, "You little-"

"Daddy!" And just like that, the hardness in Smartass' eyes melted away nearly instantly. How could it have not with his baby now waving to him all cheerfully? Poppy could feel her heart melt when she saw the paternal smile pull at his lips before he stepped over to greet his baby- and no doubt take her away from her insane uncle despite the warning glare he was receiving. Though Psycho had no choice but to give up little Lottie when she reached out for Smartass.

Poppy shook her head before scanning the living room for the three missing weasels of the house- Actually, two now that Stupid was excitedly coming down the stairs. It was odd; she expected to see Greasy to come flying out of the back, and Wheezy to follow, "Hey, Psycho? Do you know where Greasy and Wheezy are?"

The sudden tired and annoyed scowl pulling at the weasels' face and being too distracted to react to Smartass finally picking Lottie from his arms, should have told Poppy enough. That Greasy must have gotten into trouble again. And Wheezy either had to bail him out, or this was the rare example of when he decided to be part of the problem rather than the solution. But before either rabbit or weasel could say anything, her ears perked up, and her smile returned when she heard the very familiar wheezing voice approaching behind her, "M'right here, Pops."

"Oh! There you are. But what abou-"

...

The rabbits mind had gone completely blank. It felt like her brain had been smoothed over, and her heart was working overtime when her eyes landed on her tall friend. If it weren't for him speaking up before, she would have a hard time believing this weasel before her was Wheezy. Her nicotine riddled, dirty, addict friend. The smell of smoke still permeated him, but it was a little more subtle now, and it was accompanied by the smell of actual soap. There wasn't a trace of ash on the blue weasel, aside from his fingers, though it looked fresh from just today. The clothes he was currently wearing, which consisted of his usual dress shirt and tie, but with a leather jacket instead of just a vest (it was pretty cold in the house though so that could be forgiven) looked clean. As clean as they could belonging to a smoker at least. And his fur had been combed down as best as it could, no sign of tangles anywhere. Not to mention the bags under his eyes had improved too. Wheezy had managed to get some sleep!?

Who... How... How did he... When... This was Wheezy!? How could he just look like this? How could he look this good after a shower?? How could it be enough to make her face burn up!?!?

The poor rabbit toon looked like a deer caught in the headlights as she stared up at Wheezy. She just... Couldn't believe this was him! Though fortunately, the simple act of him raising his brow at her without a word was enough to knock her back to most of her sense (and made the cardigan she picked out today feel just a bit too much despite the cool January weather), allowing Poppy to blink back to the present and shake her head... Nope, Wheezy still looked too handsome. It wasn't a trick of the light. Poppy was so stunned, she had to clear her throat and subconsciously tuck a strand of hair behind her ear while directing her attention to the loose floorboard she was standing on, just to be able to even try to stutter out a response, "H... H-Hi..."

The flustered feelings and embarrassment only grew within her when she felt everyone's eyes on her. Especially Psycho's and Smartass'. She didn't need to look back up to know that she was being judged now- and she refused to look any of them in the eye. The only clue she got that Wheezy even heard her was the tired sigh she heard escape him (though she couldn't see the tiny, nearly unnoticeable amused tilt at the corner of his mouth), "Hey there, Poppy."

She awkwardly waved again before forcing her hand down when she remembered she had already greeted him. She could only bring herself to look back up when he finally directed his attention towards his neice. Just in time to see him smiling softly at a very confused looking Lottie in her agitated and judgmental fathers arms, "Heya, Chickedea."

"..." As any child her age, Lottie wasn't too subtle when she leaned into her father's ear and whispered a bit too loudly, while giving Wheezy the side eye, "Daddy, who's that?"

Wheezy's smile fell, and it looked like he wasn't sure to laugh or roll his eyes right alongside his boss. Poppy felt guilty and covered her lips to suppress her giggle, though Psycho just let out one of the biggest laughs she heard from him in some time. At least he wasn't giving her looks anymore. Lottie and Stupid both exchanged confused looks, though their puzzlment stemming from different places, "You don't recognize him, Lottie?"

"F'course she don't recognize Wheezy! Just look at 'im!" Smartass threw his free hand up in the air in exasperation, before pointing a threatening finger at the smoker- who just stared blankly right back, "Of all the days y'coulda cleaned yourself up, you picked the day my kid came home!?"

"Boss-"

"It's bad enough y'got Greasy and Poppy swinging over you, and now Lottie thinks we're shooting a cologne comercial!"

Wait, 'swinging'?? Her and Greasy? What? "I-I-I Uh..."

"Cologne?"

"It's the smelly stuff uncle Greasy pours on himself in the morning, sweetie."

"Oh!" Hearing the slightly annoyed- though mostly amused- tone behind her managed to knock the rabbit out of her head space and make her whirl around behind her. And feel guilty when she saw her dancer friend balancing all of Lotties' stuff in one arm. It wasn't much admittedly, just a couple of backpacks (Smartass could be such a mother hen sometimes. It was so sweet ^^), but Poppy couldn't help but cringe a little, "Sorry. I-"

"Got caught up with the cowboy, huh?" All it took was one glance towards the tall, exasperated weasel for Shiny to understand everything. And the knowing smirk and brow tilt she sent Poppy only made the poor toon feel worse, "Don't worry. I got you."

"Don't say that..."

Even though it was obvious Shiny didn't feel as charmed as her best friend was by Wheezy, the knowing wink she sent the smoker as she shut the door behind him and walked past them all to put away Lottie's bags was enough to make Wheezy wonder if he really did make the right choice today, "Lookin' good, Wheeze."

"Yeah, yeah. Greasy is upstairs, y'might wanna go talk to him."

'Aw, my boy went into hiding? Cute.' Instead of saying what she really thought, Shiny nodded and called out to everyone else, "I'll get lover boy to come down! Be back in a minute!" Before she disappeared up the steps.

Shiny was already giggling at the top of the stairs, being able to hear Smartass grumble at Poppy to 'get it together'. So the dancer was already feeling giddy and amused when she saw the green weasel in question step out of his bedroom. And it took everything in her to not cackle when he froze like a deer on the road seeing her, "Oh Greasy~~"

"Oh, jódeme..."

"You telling that to me, or Wheezy?~"

"No! No, don't you start that, hermosa!" Despite still carrying the little ones luggage, Shiny couldn't stop herself from bowling over and releasing the laugh she tried futility to hold in. And that only seemed to make the spaniard grow more huffy at his lady friend, "I mean it! El fumador could never-"

Somehow, not even she knew how, Shiny was able to control herself long enough to sigh and, with a triumphant grin, leaned into the wall besides Greasy's door and chose to burst his bubble right then and there, "Oh, cut the crap, will you honey? The little shrimp downstairs threw you under the bus."

...

"Ese pequeño bastardo va a pagar..." Another chortle, another glare from her green bean. Greasy, like the drama queen she loved to see, heaved out the most pathetic sigh she heard from him in a long time, and looked to her like he was some kind of victim, "Amore, Shiny, you choose to believe the boss over me?? You're best friend-"

"In this case, yes I would."

"Wha!?-"

"Now! You know exactly what's coming, chico~" Greasy's frown (his little pout as she saw it) tugged lower on his mug while Shiny's smirk grew, and her free, beautifully painted hand lifted up in an expectant manner, "The dough. Hand it over."

"You're an evil little witch, you know that?"

"C'mon, Greasy. No one likes a sore loser~"

As much as the weasel wanted to fight and keep his cash, he knew it was a hopeless battle; if he didn't give the money, Shiny would just swipe his wallet and take it for herself later like the little thief she was. So, with a grumble, Greasy just reached into his pocket, "You brought Wheezy into this. I know you did."

"Other than speaking the truth that el fumador had potential under all that grime?" The dancer snickered while watching Greasy count the bills very carefully- she had to, after their last bet, when he tried to fool her with monopoly cash tucked between the actual money.

Fortunately for Greasy, he was wise enough to know not to fool her when it came to her winnings by now, and gave her the full hundred dollars that she was owed. Still keeping her triumphant smirk, she tucked them all down her shirt (Greasy had no qualms reaching down into a woman's secret pocket, but she would be able to see him try to steal his money back there than if she tucked the cash in her back pocket), before walking past a still grumbling Greasy towards Lottie's room, "The others are waiting for you to start dinner, by the way."

"If you think I'm going to make those Traidores e idiotas food, you've got-"

"Lottie told Poppy and I she missed your cooking." Peeking her head out the bedroom doorway, Shiny offered the pervert her own 'heartbroken' expression; looking at him with big eyes, and tilting her head just the right way, "You're going to deny the baby girl the warm, homemade cooking she's been denied this entire week??"

Being reminded of what this day was meant to be about, Greasy shut his trap immediately. Although Shiny knew he still didn't want to go down there with the cologne commercial and the man who ratted on him, she also knew that he missed his neice just as much as everyone else here did. So she wasn't at all surprised when he just started making his way downstairs.

Chuckling and shaking her head, Shiny set the backpacks down on Charlotte's bed before following Greasy back downstairs, "What a softie he can be..."

I am SO sorry. This took so so so much longer than it needed to to be answered. Even with the moving 😖 I hope this was worth the wait, at least? Even if it doesn't have as much Lottie and Wheezy, or Greasy and Poppy huddled together in bisexual solidarity.

I'm really not too sure how this turned out. But it did feel good to finally have my inbox cleared out, and I didn't want to keep you waiting longer than you already have been.

#asks #other peoples OC's #Lottie Weasel #my own OC's #Poppy #Shiny Weasel #my own writing #Toon Patrol #Wheezy Weasel #Greasy Weasel #Smartass Weasel #Stupid Weasel #Psycho Weasel #wfrr #who framed roger rabbit #disney villains

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 9 months ago

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Quick post for Ghosts 3x03

I never got around to making the post but it's almost time for the next episode so let's do this lol

Hetty's scandalous artwork xD genuinely loved that lol, so good

And Nancy's comment xD she slayed that lol

Genuinely though, getting more Hetty backstory was amazing!! It's so sad what happened though :(( I know we know her dad was Not Good but it just sucks :(. And her poor man xd.

I am glad Isaac ended up not listening to her though lol. Like sure, protecting your money in many cases is totally valid. But also like. It's 10 thousand dollars and you're dead xD. What is either of you gonna do with it without the other's say so lol. It's not a deal breaker xD. Anyway, I love Isaac and Nigel with my whole heart thank you <33.

I knew Bela would start seeing him as a bad boy after lying to her xD. I'm glad she still stood up for herself though!! Also it's just wild that he came up with that lie in the first place 💀. Poor ghosts though, they were so happy and hopeful for a second xd. Anyway, I do think it would've been interesting to see them try and communicate it without Sam! But Sam coming back made for some hilarious moments lol. Her and Jay lying about it too was wild though 💀. And him throwing himself down the stairs xD man is out of control slfjdhs. Also naur the Flower mention 😭😭💔. Also oof for blowing his cover with that xd. I am glad Bela found out, though, she deserved to know. Also the biker being a ghost XDD. But nonetheless, I am glad she's still with a mostly good guy lol. Also why didn't Jay and Sam just try and convince her that made him a bad boy instead of keep up the lie lol xD.

And I genuinely kinda expected him to start seeing ghosts for real after his fall and not have anyone believe him for a hot second XD. Anyway lol!

Ahh right his name is Eric

I saw it when I was looking up a summary to make sure I wasn't missing anything xD.

Also, I loved seeing Thor and Sass watching Hetty's flashback! A their reactions were great lol, and B it's nice when we see the older ghosts in flashbacks :)! Helps everything more connected :D. Also I'm glad they managed to help because of it.

Anyway, Alberta, Pete, and Trevor also slayed <3 we just didn't see as much of them. Though of course there's still Trevor being hung up on Bela lol. Good for him I guess xD

Oh and the idea to bring Flower back with a seance!! I'll talk about that in a minute but for now just AAAHHHH that would be so slay :'D

I also watched the promo for the next episode, and WOW it looks wild lol. A seance, AND CAROL DYING?? I'm wondering if maybe she'll die but go up to heaven, and the seance will bring her down (briefly). But, who knows I guess ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠∵⁠ ⁠)⁠┌. I don't think we're going to see Flower, but it would be really nice :')). Especially for Thor :'D :'( 🥰🥰❤️. I miss her so much 🥺😭❤️. But, I'm just not sure that I believe we will.

Anyway, I loved this episode!! It was great :D. It was fun seeing Eric and Bela again, and thinking, if even just for a moment lol, there might be someone else who can see ghosts xD :). And it was great to see more of Hetty's life! Also, just, Nisaac <3. But yeah :DD! I had a lot of fun watching this episode :)).

I'll see y'all for the next one!!

#ghosts #ghosts cbs #cbs ghosts #oasis's ghosts chatter #ghosts cbs 3x03 #really good episode :D #so slay frankly :)!!

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years ago

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You've been sending me perfect asks on my blog... So now I shall retaliate >:) (I know you probably know who this is, but I got too embarrassed to send this from my normal blog and I couldn't figure out how to switch blogs for asks 😅)

- Freddy lightly dragging his blades over your shoulders and back to get a reaction out of you. He can use his dream magic to control how sharp the blades are (I hope) so it can be completely safe texture play.

- (im mot sure exactly how you feel about Audrey... But i do know you like their voice~) Audrey II crooning and sweet talking to you while you're trying to do your work. They can't exactly sneak up behind you and whisper in your ear, but that doesn't mean they don't can't make you flustered with what they say.

- You're on a hunting trip with Jim Bickerman and whoever else is with him. You all settle down for the night, but there seems to not be enough tents for all of you. There's only one tent left, and you and Jim are the only ones who don't have one yet... And that old man is looking at you with that damn smirk of his, "Well, ain't this quite the predicament sweetheart~?"

- Being in a relationship with Wheezy and Greasy... And they both get ~in the mood~ at the same time. How would you go about this?

- Cruella designing specific outfits she wants to see you in, just for you... Including clothes to wear when you're supposed to be waiting for her~

I wanted to add more... But I ran out of ideas XD I hope you like these 😏 XD

AHHH! Yes!! I am so glad you have been enjoying my asks!! Their will be more!! And thankkkk you so much for these <3<3 I HAD to write some of them XDD Just like, excerpts ^^

Includes/Warnings:

Audrey II x Reader- Voice kink, sexual references, human/plant relations, manhandling, and someeee... touching. 🙃🙃🙃😅 (Not explicit)

Cruella De Vil x AFAB!Reader- ... you must know at this point I cannot hold myself back with Cruella XD 😅 So this one is explicit... It describes pictures she has drawn of you in those outifts... and in some particular positions.

Greasy Weasel x AFAB!Fem!Reader x Wheezy Weasel- Threesome!! Cunt eating (Greasy) and dirty talk/teasing (Wheezy). Also I think reader is in some sorta space. Tiny bit of a sharp teeth kink. R e a l l y explicit.

Jim Bickerman x Fem!Reader- Established relationship, semi-public sexual shenanigans, getting caught (Semi-explicit)

Audrey II:

"Y/N... " A vine moseys over to your desk after a short amount of silence and prods the squishy area of skin at your middle, and you respond by wrapping your arm around your tummy; Not looking over at the overgrown Venus fly trap. Not paying them any of the attention they crave. "baby... doll... watcha doin'?"

"Working, Audrey, shush." You keep your voice even, which you know will drive them crazy, and continue writing.

"Shu- Me?? Oh no, darlin', I don't think so!~ " The vine that poked at your tummy fat lifts towards your desk instead, then- but you push it away before he can snatch your homework away. They gasp. "Excuse me??"

"I'm really busy right now, I'll entertain you later."

For a moment they manage to stay quiet, but you can practically feel the cogs turning in their brain. You know your study time is not going to last long. "... Hmmm... " He hums, the sound sending a little shameful tingle all the way through you; Making you squeeze your eyes closed for a moment and cross one leg over the other, before refocusing on your work. No, no. The damn plant will not distract you today. You have got to get this essay done!! "I gotta say baby... I have to disagree with you~ "

"Good thing you don't get a say- " You're cut off when 4 vines wrap around the legs of your chair and suddenly tear you around to face him; dragging you closer and closer in the chair towards the corner Audrey lives in. Theirs a big smirk on the horrible fauna's huge mouth, and you know you have to get out now. Quickly you hop off the chair and rush back to your desk, gathering up your things in your arms. "Audrey, I'm just gonna go study at the library. I'll be back later toni- "

"Oh no no sweetheart~ Not so fast~ " Oh god, the way they call you sweetheart has you freezing totally still for a moment-

-And that, was all the time Audrey needed to wrap one of their thicker vines around your middle and slowly drag your body towards them this time; Causing you to drop some things, along the way. "Oh!- My stu- "

"Don't worry about it, baby! We're doin' something else, now~ Now c'mon... I wanna see you writhe... "Fuck. "... so go ahead and let go a' those books for me. Let go, baby... " You get the feeling he must mean to let go of more then just your books when he says it like that, but you refuse to let go of anything.

"Audrey, this is important." You beg, holding your books tight against your chest even as he tugs at them from the bottom. "I- "

"Don't you want me to be nice to you??... Y/N, I can be so goddamn nice... You don't know how nice~ I can be to you, yet... But I'll show ya!~ I'll show ya the ropes~ " At that, the vine around your waist shifts upwards a little bit, pulling up your shirt with it, and another vine curls into the waistband of your bottoms. "I can be your best friend, baby!"

Eyes wide, surprised at how this night is progressing and even more horrified that you don't want it to stop- not with Audrey talking to you like this- you let them steal your books and take them away. The huge, inhuman grin on Audrey's 'face' broadens, and that same vine comes back to wrap around your hair and hold it back from your face- and take control over your head. "Ah- "

"Don't worry baby. We're gonna have some fun tonight... just you and me... "

Cruella De Vil:

You hadn't seen this book, before. Which was odd, because Cruella often used the same brand for her sketches- always the same sleek, black leather binding and impossibly crisp paper you're cutting yourself on.

This one was no different. And she dropped it on your desk just the same as she always did, with enough force to send any loose papers flying so she could roll her eyes at you and complain that your desk is a disgusting mess as always. She even told you what you were to do with it, like you hadn't done it a million times before. Like you were unaware of the drill, even at this point. Because apparently you're an idiot.

It was all quite normal.

That is, until you opened the book so you could make copies of the sketches for manufacturing to keep. Until you looked at the new sketches.

Immediately you thrust the pages hard against your chest as fast as you can, dreading anyone else seeing what you just saw and looking around to make sure that you're alone in the room. Because- porn.

It was porn. There was no other way to describe it, from the... graphic positions the women were in, to the almost lack of clothes entirely. Being Cruella's assistant, you had seen plenty of lingerie sketches before, but they were usually tasteful! These... from what you saw before you hid them, they were just...

Obnoxiously horny.

Eyes wide and nervous, you slowly pull the book away from your chest to look again, so so curious despite your embarrassment and hot cheeks, and- yep. Definitely. Still porn. Cruella De Vil had sat in her glass office today looking oh so professional, and drawn porn.

... You cant stop looking at them. They're great, actually. You can feel your pussy throb, as your thumb runs over the center of a particularly well-done sketch; One where the woman is sat down with her knees spread wide and her head tuned away, eyes closed. Her cunt's open and shaded red, the only colour Cruella has added to the sharp, black-and-white pages.

You're so unbelievably hot at these pictures, just looking at them - distracted by particular parts of them, - , that at first you don't read the labelling at all. Cruella's handwriting in this book is all in cursive, and you have to focus to read it, but when you do begin to go through the notes... you feel yourself get even hotter.

Your name is all over the pages. Y/N in fur, written on top of a woman stood terribly naked, wearing just a fur hat and fur boots. Y/N in silk, written beside the woman with her beautiful red pussy bare on the page and a very shiny silk chemise bunched up around her hips. Y/N in chiffon, written beside a woman wearing just a long chiffon skirt and arms raised away from her confidently bare chest. Y/N in satin, written beside a woman with her hands on her hips, holding a long satin robe back from hiding her body- at all.

Y/N in- Y/N in- Y/N in-

After a while, and your eyes are the size of saucers while your underwear is absolutely soiled, you plop down finally in a chair by the photo copier and turn to the last page. Theirs a sticky note on it, but you peel it off in order to see the final picture, and give a choke gasp at the image Cruella's drawn for you.

An absolutely tasteless picture of a woman - you, - bent over a familiar desk, with your feet spread wide so your ass and cunt are on full display to anyone looking. The angle is from just above, as if you're standing just behind the woman - you, - and she's preparing to take you in. God, you can feel yourself clenching at the sight- the thought- the idea-

Is this what Cruella wants? Does she want you like this? Does she want to fuck you this badly??

As if as an after thought, you look at the sticky note.

Y/N,

My Office. Later tonight after everyone leaves.

Cruella De Vil

Greasy Weasel x Reader x Wheezy Weasel:

You were already with Greasy when Wheezy walked into the room, and he knew damn well what the two of you were up to- he always knew- he just doesn't always want to do it too. He doesn't have as big a drive as the two of you do.

But evidently today is one of the days where he does want to fuck, he is in the mood. This is evident when he walks in and locks the door behind him; not taking his cool eyes, dark with lust, on you with Greasy's mouth moving on- against- around your cunt.

Wheezy's eyes flicker up to your face, raising his brows- as if asking, if theirs room for one more.

You open your mouth to tell him yes, of course, but its Greasy who responds. He didn't see the question Wheezy silently posed, but he can tell since you're not freaking out that someone has come in right now, that it has to be your other boyfriend. He pops his mouth off of you, though he doesn't take his eyes off of it at all, mesmerised by what is definitely one of his favourite things in the world, and instead just moves to rub his thumb against your clit. "Welcome in, el fumador... help yourself~ we're just beginning here... "

... Wheezy smirks, rolling his sleeves up more securely and strolling over to the bed, leaning over you as you move your head to see him. He gives you a little hello kiss when you crane your neck back because he's right beside the bed now, and strokes your hair for a moment.... Then his eyes slide right back down to Greasy and what he's doing to you, and how slick you are, and a mischievous look that makes you even hornier flickers in his eyes. "Really, Grease? Looks like you've been workin' her for- damn. Hours, now. She looks like she's ready to pop."

"I'm just that good, I guess!~ "

"Mhm... "

Needy and non-verbal, you just reach for Wheezy's shirt collar and drag him back down to you and your parted lips as Greasy connects his mouth to you once again; Slipping your tongue immediately into his mouth while your other boyfriend devours your cunt like his favourite meal. You kiss Wheezy with all the want you're feeling, meshing your mouths together slowly but licking his tongue so dirty you would feel embarrassed, if you weren't so close. He reciprocates, easily giving you what you want, taking care of his needy, desperate girl without even touching you anywhere inappropriate.

He pulls away too soon, and you let out a sad little whine, as he brushes a thumb over your lips and gives a smokey chuckle. He's still so close! Why is he doing this?- "Its okay, baby, its alright... we're gonna take care of you... "

"Please- "

"Y'feel Grease down there?? Does that feel good?" Quickly you nod, your fingers still curled around Wheezy's collar. It feels really, really good- his tongue is so deep- "Make sure y'tell him how good he's doing, cutie, he deserves some praise dontcha think??"

Eyes wide, you nod again. Greasy does deserve it. "Its so- so good- "

"Hear that Grease?? So, so good... "

Greasy moans and nods into your most private place and it has you bucking, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep from making a terribly load sound- which just makes him chuckle against you, sharp teeth brushing against your delicate skin.

"Now... lay down, baby. I need a little something, too today. Its been a hard week... " Your eyes slip downwards towards Wheezy's hands as he unbuckles his belt, causing your mouth to actually water. "... and you wanna help me out, dontcha? Yeahhh, I know you do... you're a good baby... " As you nod once again, eager to please, Wheezy gives another smirk; looking down to Greasy. "Isn't she, Grease?"

In responce, Greasy shows you both as he shoves his hand down in his own pants.

Jim Bickerman x Reader:

To your credit, you did try to keep it to a goodnight kiss tonight.

... The key word being try. When you noticed him watching you in that way that reminds you he's a hunter while you were just getting comfy in your sleeping bag, you had asked him what? And when he had acted all innocent like he hadn't been practically licking his chops at you, you explained that you were not having sex in this tent tonight because a. the tent is not sound proof and b. it was inappropriate. The poor men you're camping with did not need to experience that.

And you didn't need to be looking them in the eyes the next day knowing that they are now privy the sound you make when the creepy old man hits that particular spot deep inside you, to be frank.

You even said goodnight, and held the sleeping bag over your head.

But fuckkkkkkkkk you cant help yourself. You're almost as bad as Jim is- actually, scratch that almost. You are as bad. That's why he's so perfect.

All of 2 minutes later, you were giving a groan at your own lack of self control (You've really got to work on that), crawling out of your sleeping bag (Pulling the flannel Jim leant you, or you stole from him, tight around you to shield you from the cold), and finding yourself straddling him. From below he gives a smirk, about to say something like I told you so, or I thought so, or ha ha- but you just silently shake your head at him and lean down to kiss him. Like no- nope. No gloating. If you gloat sir, you die.

For a while its just kissing, his beard rubbing against your face and the brim of his hat grinding into your forehead until you take it off him- chucking to an unknown corner of the tent. This makes him chuckle, as you release his mouth to breath and give him a bemused grin, nose scrunched up slightly at him, before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and then his clothed shoulder.

He curls his fingers into the loops in your jeans - you hadn't bothered to get changed to go to sleep, it was way too cold, - and tugged your hips against his. "Mmm... I can feel you all hot and throbbing, sweetheart... somethin' you wanna tell me? Maybe you don't think this is so inappropriate??... " When you lift yourself up to give him a deadpanned look, his eyes light up very purposefully and he makes 'oh' sound. "Orr, maybe you like that... "

You just hold up a finger, like quiet, before kissing him again. This time he doesn't let that be it, disconnecting his mouth from yours way too soon in favour of leaning up a little whispering in your ear. "Your mess in your pants is distractin' me. I'm gonna need you to take them off... "

"Hm~" You hum, leaving him and standing up the best you can in the small tent to wriggle out of your jeans, kicking them off into the same corner his hat went so you're left in your shirt and Jim's blue flannel. Jim eagerly undoes his own pants then, too, so when you lower yourself back onto him you can easily access the poor man's painfully hard cock, sitting hot and impatient underneath you, behind cotton boxers. Wow, you think vaguely. He can sure hold himself together well- you didn't think he needed you this badly!! You might have taken mercy on him sooner if you'd known... Well- "... Do you have- "

Before you can even finish the sentence, he's offering you a condom from who-knows-where. It makes you snort as you accept it. "What a gentleman... "

"I do try, pumpkin."

"Okay," You grin, shaking your head and trying to go back to that quiet, purposeful mood from before despite Jim making you smile. "Okay- we doing this?" You're still giggling a little, the heat of the moment and the middle-of-the-night sillies getting to you now. "G'head then, whip it out- "

Suddenly you're cut off- and its not by Jim, or your own giggling. Its by someone outside the tent- "PLEASE, don't!!" They yell suddenly, followed by a couple of others voicing their agreement with grunts and pleases and one particularly pained jesus christ jim, let us sleep!! He sounded like he was in the tent right next door.

"... Oh god- " You start, face heated up like a stove as you pull part of the flannel up to cover your face some, half laughing still from the night-time hysteria and this ridiculous situation, and looking down to connect eyes with Jim.

He looks like he's about to lose his composure, too, and then someone's shoe gets thrown at the side of your tent and you both burst out laughing.

(Annnnnd thank goodness this is finally done- I can go read your Scroop Headcanons now XD)

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year ago

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OCD Anon here again (I'm so sorry ;; XD)

I've just got another Saeran thought

Say...if we started living together, how do you think he would react to just...how I am in my own environment?

I...I mean I'm not over the top at all with the cleaning stereotype, my house is an absolute mess. XD

I don't get annoyed with change or compromise too much at home. It's more that I have a lot of habits, preferences and routine. XDD

So what I'm saying is that I'm...more of a nuisance than a problem XDD

It's difficult to explain, but I just like certain things.

I like using a particular knife and fork and spoon, glass, etc, when I eat and drink.

I like 'that one mug' when I have my cups of tea.

I just have so many annoying little niggly things like these

It makes living with me unbearable in my mother's hopefully sarcastic words

...so, um ;;

Saeran...?

I mean, for his...entire life practically, he's just wanted a normal, easy-going life.

...I don't think I'm very normal.

Would he be...confused? Would he be a bit like...huh?

Is this normal?

Is this how things go?

Then I'd just...have to look at him and say - no. This was just...me.

Would he just be...okay with that?

Or maybe Ray would've already known everything when he researched me at the very beginning -

(Again, I'm...really sorry for popping up in your asks so often now - it's so corny, but your writing honestly makes me feel like I can get through my habits with a bit of patience. <3 )

GE Saeran wouldn't mind any of your quirks. Sure, it takes a little bit of an adjustment period to get used to being around somebody for the first time in a long time. But, it isn't an insurmountable task. He wants to be able to experience life with you and that means getting to understand the way that you're comfortable when you are in an environment that feels right to you.

What matters to him is that you are able to exist the way you need to and he can work around that. There are things that make him more comfortable but he's not as particular as some people who need to have a routine or follow along some form of repetition.

It doesn't matter to him what you have to do to feel like you're comfortable in your own body. You have to do what you have to do to feel like you're your own person. He understands very well what it feels like to want things your way. For a long time, he didn't know what it felt like to have things work out in his favor, and now that he understands what that feels like, he wants to keep experiencing it.

But, his idea of getting himself comfortable is not the way most people would expect.

That is to say, he can adapt fairly well to any situation that he is put into. It's a byproduct of the way he's had to live his entire life and while that might be depressing to think about, it helps him in some cases. He knows how to live in any environment that's given to him but now that he's allowed to live any way that he wants to live, he wants to better understand how you live so that he can learn how to do the same. So what if you have a routine that needs to stay a certain way?

That's perfectly fine by him!

Do you need to use the same cutlery every time? Okay! He can work with that. You don't need to work yourself up into a tizzy being afraid of upsetting him or making him feel like things aren't normal. Because the idea of what normality is does not truly exist. There is no such thing as normal because what's normal for one person will not be normal for the next person. What works for you might not work for somebody else.

So don't be afraid of the little things that feel as though they could be an issue. All you need to do is talk to him about the things that you're insecure about and he can help you work through them so the two of you are comfortable living together.

#ocd anon #ask #mod kait #mystic messenger #mysme #mm #mysticmessenger #saeran choi #choi saeran #ge saeran #saeray #saeran #saeran mysme #saeran mystic messenger #saeran mm #mystic messenger saeran #mysme saeran #mm saeran

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poltergeist-coffee · 11 months ago

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EMPANADA DIED

MY GIRL NOOOOOO

I'm not okay

She is just a baby:(

On the bright side, fit and pac are dating yay

Uh... I'm not thinking about that post about pac having two hands or something, nope, it's not like eoiles have ttwo hand too, one for fighting other to hold pac's hand...

Polyqsmp for the win, y'know?

Also, Ramon and Pac's relationship is the cutest thing ever, they are father and son your honor 🥺

I love them

At least a couple is okay because guapoduo, on the other hand... meus pais meus pais where are them?

Slimeriana too...

I really want Mariana to log on, but specifically when Richas is awake because it would be funny

Roier traumatized him kkkkkkkk

Oh, and I friend of mine really likes goodomensduo(Scott + Febatista), the thing is that they had very little interactions... The poor guy is suffering with lack of content

The problem of liking not popular dynamics/ships is that you have to make the content yourself

We suffer

Apparently, Cellbit, Slime and Baguera's thing is running their voices on karaoke every time they meet up

They are having fun:D

I don't have that confidence kkkkk(I don't know if I wait or fear the day my friends decide to do a karaoke while I'm with them because they are liking the idea recently)

I was remembering your royal(? Or was medieval, I struggle with names) au the other day and I don't remember if you talked about Baguera's kingdom, or Phil(who is on the wall, the sigh must be nice), does she still a duck?(and the other winged people too?) Or they are just humans?

And I'm fearing that the owl Cellbit hc will catch me, I AM ALREADY A INDECISIVE PERSON I DON'T NEED MORE IDEAS TO FREAK OUT

But I saw some fanarts and... owlboy... I love owls...

Anyway, I hope you had a great day and week:D

Good day/night!

- 🍽

empanada dying was probably an accident too :((( (based on tubbo's analysis on stream) it's so sad :(( she's the first egg to lose a death ever since the new eggs arrived + everyone got their two lives back.... i really thought richas would be the first one to lose a life again ngl just because of how he is

DSVAKLSMDLA PLLATE ANON YOU'RE MY HEROOOOO XDD you're right. etoiles has two hands, one for pac and the other is to fight the eye workers from purgaotry <33 pac has two hands, one for fit and one for etoiles and mike is helping fix his prosthetic leg <33 romance <33 at it's finest

i loved that ramon called pac his dad and mike didn't realize janvkjasdjk he completely forgot that fit and pac dating now meant that ramon is pac's son XDD the favela family grows bigger every day...

i would love for mariana to log on when roier and richas are both on because i want to see roier make a big deal out of it and richas runs for his life XDD i want richas to spread his fear to the new eggs too like imagine how funny that would be asdvkjaska poor pepito,,, being told one of pepito's dad is an egg eating monster

EVERY DUO AND FRIEND GROUP FROM PURGATORY IS SUFFERING!! THEY LIVE OFF OF SO LITTLE CONTENT TT at least they can make up whatever lore they want with the purgaotry cubitos... im shaking your friends hand for liking a rarepair TT we make the content all ourselves... life is so hard for us

ive never done kareoke before but it looks like fun to do with friends :oo i can't sing so i would be so bad at it kjnsdavjkask

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YAAA THE ROYALTY AU (which is also a little medieval, it's like both so it's okay adsjkvnask)

baghera is the queen of her own kingdom!! everyone is human in this au but they have magic they specialize in and can create items to give them things that are sort of like wings!!

philza is a special case tho because his wife is the goddess of death so maybe she blesses his cape to act like wings or something... since baghera is a queen im sure she has the resources to find someone to make her a cape or item that works like wings because i feel like something like that would be super hard to make.

jaiden is a witch in this au and she doesn't live in any kingdom!! she lives sort of by herself surrounded by a rose garden and she uses a lot of nature magic which is focused on birds!! because of this and how long she's been studying it she's able to enchant herself a cloack that allows her to glide short distances :DD more similar to the paraglider in mineraft then an elytra. the feathers she used for her cloack were all shedded feathers she gets from her bird friends :]]

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IVE NEVER SEEN OR HEARD OF OWL CELLBIT HCS BUT THAT'S SO COOL,,,,,, he would be so unnerving, imagine he can turn his head all around 360 like an actual owl advknaskja poor roier if he ever sees that,,,, he would scream so loud

#✉️ asks or whatever #🍽️ anon #<333 i hope you have a good day/night too plate anon :]] its always lovely hearing from you!!

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bad-mixed-lib-dyke · 1 year ago

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Small Update on the "Marriage" Thing

This is an update to this post

I've been busy and this week is finals so I can't get into as much as I wish but did wanna make an update while I'm fairly close to things. Not a super horny update, that will likely cum later~

Everything went/is going really well.

Better than I ever could have imagined.

The courtship week went pretty well. There was one night where things were pushed a little too far. But it was ok.

There was one night where I found out something really upsetting that was being actively hidden from me and it triggered a bunch of flashbacks and I thought he was in on it but I guess he really didn't know. That actually lead to a lot of good things for us. Though it's fucked up both of our trust in the friend I took the trip with here, forever in my case.

But that lead to him giving me the passcode to his phone and computer to try to establish trust. Also discussions about radical honesty (which my autistic ass already does, but it's nice to have it reciprocated)

We also went over some times from our past where I held trauma which was super healing and has made us closer than ever :3

We were able to find everything we were looking for thrifting. A dress and veil for me, the perfect champagne flutes, I got stuff to make a flower crown. The perfect ring for me.

The ceremony was just us, I put candles all over and we read our vows to each other. These are the ones I wrote if anyone cares.

I was worried I wouldn't be able to hold up my end of the "free use" deal, but we had a lot of conversation about boundaries and stuff (my ring position would imply different levels of consent :3) But I wound up not having to worry. I've had no issues in submitting whatsoever.

Some people seem to have the impression I'm gold star? I'm not. This wasn't my first time sleeping with a man. This wasn't even my first time sleeping with this man (though I have had my first time being sober/remembering it XD)

I'm sure I'll write more on that later :3

I started cleaning around his room while he's at work and after the first day, where I was super careful not to move things too far or make any major adjustments, he sat me down and told me to do whatever I wanted. He really emphasized that he trusts me and wants me to feel comfortable in the space too. It was really sweet.

I wound up spending 2 and a half weeks at his place, and the drop we both had when I came home was intense.

I was only supposed to be there for a week, but the night I was supposed to come home I got a fever. He took care of me and caught it from me(we're pretty sure I got it from his roommate), I cared for him while also dying cause I got my period right as I was recovering XDD

I'm so glad I'm doing this with someone I know so well and can have so much trust and love with. Honestly, for a fake relationship, it's probably the best one I've ever been in.

It was supposed to be a scene we did sometimes, but we sort of just slipped into it being 24/7

Our Song is House of Asmodeus from HelluvaBoss

His nickname for me is "My Little Imp Wife"

The things I get in trouble for are for thinking and saying "sorry" (He will let me know if I need to apologize and otherwise I'm thinking for myself again)

I made the account @mrsroswell for him so a lot of my more housewifey submissive stuff might wind up over there for those who like that kind of thing.

Alright, this is long enough and I have homework. Thanks to anyone who read this far XD

If anyone has any questions about the arrangement, feel free to ask them~

#personal

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mariestudio · 7 months ago

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Heyyy! Just wanted to say that sorry for inactivity 💔 School is killing me XD (Help) But uhhh ye, I’m still working on the horror ARG, I just need time xd. But anyways, I’m also working on other things, such as these writing pieces I’ll start posting on here (and also art :v) of the ocs I made with my bf, @smolsnek09, so if u want to read the oc lore then you’re on the right place!!

Now, I’ll shut up and let u read XDD

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Your Time To Shine! Or Maybe Not.

It all happened at the grand ball. The company organized that whole event for one reason, introducing the new models of mechas to the world, or at least, to the ones who were allowed to witness it. They had to make it look like they were just a normal tech company and nothing more…

The musicians then started playing classical music around the place, it echoed through the halls. It was nice music, they enjoyed it. Everyone was there, the CEO, the evil vers, the rest of the people that had something to do with this, the new models, everyone. This kind of events didn’t happen much, but they were quite fun to be at, if the company liked you, that is. If they didn’t, they either didn’t invite you or made sure you wouldn’t assist any of the following ones.

But there was something that everyone had in common…and it was that nobody in the castle knew that the heroes were there too! They had gone undercover.

The music then got quiet as the CEO started to speak. He cleared his throat and then gave his speech.

“Good evening, everyone. We’re all here gathered today because of our new creations! The new models are called “N0 L1M1TS”. Why that name, you may be asking? Well, they’re called that because they’re unstoppable! They’re equipped with our latest gear and technology.” - He said proudly. People started cheering and clapping as they saw how the models looked like.

The first one was a yellow cyborg, it had a bow and an arrow, what was special with this one was that their arrows could be equipped with various substances and they could also multiply. Its attack speed would make sure nothing came in their way.

The second one had an aquamarine color. This one wasn’t a cyborg, it was a robot. This one included a chainsaw that could cut throw any strong material. It had the power to oneshot someone if the target was cough off guard.

The third one wasn’t a mecha nor a cyborg, they were just a test subject for the new equipment. They were displaying a flame thrower, this flame thrower didn’t only burn, but it disintegrated everything it burned without even leaving ashes as evidence. It was a great weapon.

Everyone looked at the new models, their mouths wide open, the enhanced gear would definitely be able to win battles. Everyone had their own enemies. This was surely a moment to celebrate. The CEO then finished his speech and went to the underground levels. Nobody saw him going there, not even the hero on the upper level.

The CEO felt like something was wrong, he thought he had heard something on the underground levels of the factory. He decided to go check on it. He thought that perhaps it could have just been the patrol mechas, but he then realized that they were designed to make as little noise as possible.

He quickly went down the elevator. Once he was in the underground level, he checked every spot, but he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. He sighed and went to his office. He went inside and sat down on his chair, grabbing his coffee and drinking it.

Meanwhile, GR33NH34RTZ was trying to access the office, completely unaware of who was inside of it. The CEO then heard someone calling him through the phone, it was one of the new models.

“What?! Can’t you see I’m busy?!” - The CEO answered the phone angrily.

“Sorry, boss. But there’s something going on in here! Some patrol mechas have reported gear missing! They haven’t found the culprit yet!” - The one with a chainsaw said, clearly nervous about his boss’s tone.

“What?!” - he sighed frustratingly, “You know what? Stay where you are with the rest, I think I know who the culprit is. Be prepared.” - He finished.

“Understood, boss.” - He said and went to tell the other models.

The CEO had an idea on who the culprit could be, he could hear a door trying to be opened, so, as the gentleman he is, he didn’t want to keep the guest waiting, so he opened the door.

He saw exactly who he thought would be the responsible for the missing stuff. He saw her grabbing the map, but he didn’t say anything. He was waiting for the best time to attack.

He saw her being about to get out of the room. It was time. He pulled a lever and the door closed, making her jump.

“Who’s there!” - She asked.

She then saw him turning around in his chair.

“Well, well, well, didn’t you learn that stealing is bad while you were here?” - He asked with a sinister smile. “Didn’t we teach you all actions have consequences?” - He finished.

“Get away from me! You will not hurt me anymore!” - She exclaimed.

He then stood up and pointed a gun towards her. “Are you sure? I’ll make sure you and the other pest won’t make it out alive.” - He said.

“You will not hurt him! I won’t let you hurt us! You’re despicable. I hate you.” - She said, rage building up inside her.

“Die.” - He said while firing the gun. He then saw he managed to dodge the bullet, along with the following ones. He pressed a button to warn everyone in the place as he saw her leaving the place.

“S3r-P3nt! We have to get out of here! He knows we’re here! Everyone does!” - She yelled through the Walkie Talkie as she went to the upper level as fast as she could.

“I’m taking care of it! But there’s too many! Get ready for battle!” - He said while shooting enemies.

She reached the upper level, she saw everyone fighting, including their evil versions and the new models. She immediately joined S3r-p3nt. They then started attacking together, along with their pets.

The CEO then took this as an opportunity. “Attack!” - He yelled at the new models. This was their time to shine.

The new models then saw the place falling apart as explosions could be heard, blood could be seen in big quantities, and people were trying to escape. They didn’t waste anymore time and started attacking the heroes, just how their boss had told them to do.

“You’re dying here!” - 3ye5 yelled at S3r-P3nt while attacking with his gear.

“That’s what you always say!” - He yelled back as he hit him first.

It was the typical fight with the evil versions, until…They were taken by surprise! The new models attacked them from behind! They grabbed them by the arms, restraining them. The evil versions then landed a kick on their faces.

“So that’s what we always say, huh? Maybe it’ll become true tonight then.” - H4unTedDoll said while laughing.

GR33NH34RTZ then felt an arrow slightly pierce her cheek, it was one of the new model’s weapon. She immediately started moving around, trying to break free from the restraint she was currently in.

S3r-P3nt then felt something incredibly hot next to him. It was fire. It was from the other new model.

“I wouldn’t try that if I were you, GR33NH34RTZ.” - H4unTedDoll said while tightening her grip on the restraint. “Move and he dies, you choose.” - She continued while smiling at her.

“You little-“ - She cut her off. “Shut your mouth, will you? As you can see, everyone is ready to end you. You two have gained quite some enemies.” - She said in a teasing tone.

They then noticed that their pets were missing. They looked at each other and noticed something, their pets had electrocuted everyone!

“Are you sure about that? Because from what we’re seeing, you’re about to become a broken doll.” - S3r-P3nt said.

“Huh? What are yo- AH!” - She was then hit by the heroes’ pets, she immediately fell to the floor, freeing her from her restraint. They did the same with 3ye5 before he could do something. Our heroes are now back into the battlefield.

They threw bombs, attacks, the new models used their equipment at full power. Punching, kicking, slapping, broken glass, and explosions could be heard and seen all over the place, the heroes were winning this battle. The new models were on the floor. Their bow and arrows’ speed was nothing compared to S3r-P3nt’s speed with his new equipment, he changed it during battle to enhance his abilities. The fire could do nothing against the pets and their water powers. It also didn’t help that the one with a chainsaw…let’s just say that it didn’t last much.

“This place is about to explode!” - GR33NH34RTZ and S3r-P3nt celebrated.

“Not if we beat you first!” - The new models yelled. “This battle is now between you two and us. You think you can come here and steal our spotlight? Nonsense! Die!” - They said as they attacked them, their rage was immeasurable.

“Get off me!” - GR33NH34RTZ said furiously. She was fighting with both the guy with a half-functioning chainsaw and the one with the flame thrower. She had several cuts from the chainsaw, but she wouldn’t leave S3r-P3nt to fight alone.

“You know, GR33NH34RTZ? What if we throw our final attack? You know, the kaboom one?” - S3r-P3nt asked her.

“You never have bad ideas, let’s do this!” - She said with determination as they then jumped while grabbing their pets. GR33NH34RTZ then threw a bomb, Pipe and Jelly using their abilities to charge it, then S3r-P3nt using one of the artifacts to enhance its power.

“Lights! Camera! Action!” - They yelled together as the final attack blew the entire place up, they then jumped through the window and used an umbrella as a parachute.

The rest of the people evacuated the place. The evil versions fell to the ground after the impact of the explosion, the same thing happened with the new models. Maybe it hadn’t been their time to shine. They all saw their good versions disappearing behind the castle while cheering and smiling. This first mission had been a complete failure. Everyone left, including the evil versions.

The evil versions didn’t worry as much considering they hadn’t equipped much gear because of the kind of event it was. This caught everyone off guard. The ones who were left were some of the patrolling mechas and the CEO, along with the new models.

“Boss, our most sincere apologies, but we couldn’t defeat them. This took us all surpri-“ - One of them couldn’t finish their sentence, the CEO grabbed them by the collar of their shirt.

“Mechas! Restrain them!” - The CEO yelled as the mechas then confiscated their gear and grabbed them. They were now unable to move.

“Wait! What are you doing?!” - One of them asked, panicking.

“I’m doing what has to be done to failures like you three!” - He yelled as he slapped their face. “This was an event to showcase what our new inventions could do, and you have the audacity to fail when the opportunity for you to shine is right in front of you!? Do you know how bad this is for the company?! Reconstructing this place will take thousands of dollars, including the labs those pests left in shambles! Mechas, take them away! Make sure they receive what they deserve!” - He couldn’t stop yelling, he was furious. The thought of the company’s reputation being damaged sent shivers down his spine, he had to make sure they understood that they couldn’t fail. “Make sure they understand what happens if they fail…” - He finished with a sinister grin.

The of them were speechless. They were shaking and didn’t even want to think about what they were about to go through. They were then dragged all the way to the labs that hadn’t been damaged in a different location. They were thrown and locked up in a room. It was a dark room, the only source of light it had was a flickering light on the ceiling. It didn’t have any furniture, aside from three surgical beds and some weapons. It didn’t look good.

They were terrified by now. They didn’t have their gear with them anymore since it had been all confiscated earlier. They were left defenseless. Some other mechas and lab workers came into the room. They then chained them down to the surgical beds. They tried to free themselves, but the grip of the chains was too strong. They couldn’t avoid the inevitable.

The only thing they saw was how the mechas and lab workers then started beating them. It only added to the pain of the already bleeding wounds from the fight back at the palace. The hits hurt and made their bodies ache with pain. They made the room suddenly turn to an extremely cold temperature. This made their bodies shake, making them feel weak. Insults could be heard coming from everyone’s mouths in the room, along with the new model’s own screaming. The lab workers also used this opportunity to test new weapons on them, one of them being a taser, but this wasn’t any normal taser, this taser was like a leech, just sink it into the skin and watch your enemy suffer.

And they did exactly that…

The pain went on for hours, making them lose their consciousness eventually. When they woke up again, the CEO was the first thing they saw. There was blood in his uniform and he was holding a knife. Pain immediately went rushing through the models’ bodies as they regained consciousness. They feared that he would do something else to them.

“Good morning, sleeping beauties. It’s been two days.” - He said with a laugh. They looked at him terrified.

“Don’t give me that look. I’m not going to hurt you, the others were in charge of that” - He said with a serious tone, then smiled on that last part. “Help them up.” - He then said to the mechas before turning his head back to them. “Did you learn your lesson, dears? - He said with a soft voice.

“Yeah! W-we did! Please…we won’t do it again. We’re so sorry.” - They pleaded, coughing up blood.

“Oh my, don’t worry.” - He lifted their head up. “The medical bay is waiting for you three, repairs and healing.” - He said. He then pushed the model back to the ground, getting a soft sob out of them.

“Don’t look at me like that, this is you guy’s fault, after all. Now go, I don’t have all day.” - He finished saying, and with that, he left.

The rest of the mechas helped them up and took them to the medical bay. It was going to be a long day. They couldn’t fail again, or this would keep happening. For now, they were just gonna focus on the rest of their day and wait until they got their gear back…

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