#you guys were slacking on the reaction cuts so there you go.

[le0n-ardo]

What it's like dating 💙 Rise!Leonardo 💙 - Headcanons and ficlet pt 2

x f!reader. CW for slight angst and for some suggestive headcanons. The ficlet is entirely self-indulgent hurt-comfort my soul needed. Read part 1 here!

Disclaimer: all my writings contemplate the turtles aged up at about their late 20s, with the reader at the same age range. Your media consumption is your own responsibility ✨ dividers by @/cafekitsune

More Ninja Turtle headcanons in my masterlist!

Leonardo surprised you one day with his singing voice. It started off with him just singing a silly tune about how happy he was to finally eat something (he was hungry that day) but he noticed the effect his singing had on you.

Since then, Leon will sing fragments of your favorite songs to you. He mostly does it when you're alone, but it doesn't stop him from dedicating song after song to you on the occasional karaoke night. Sometimes, you'll even duet with him.

Leon behaves similarly when he finds out the effect he has on you when he whispers something only you can hear. He'll of course take advantage from time to time and whisper something spicy, foreshadowing something he wants to do with you later when you're alone.

Other times he'll whisper something completely goofy in your ear. You giggle, but you still get all airy and flustered at his proximity. Leonardo loves seeing your reaction no matter what it was he whispered.

Sometimes, you forget Leonardo actually knows how to play guitar. How he does it with only three fingers is beyond you, but he's quite good. He doesn't play and sing at the same time, though. Usually it's either-or, but music has become a big part of your relationship with Leo.

He also loves when you scratch his shell. If he's feeling cheeky enough, he'll ask you to do it and he'll have the biggest, cutest smile on.

Leonardo loves his alone time with you, but when you're deeper in the relationship and your dates become calm nights spent at home, he doesn't mind letting Donnie or even Mikey tag along (so longs as you're okay with it, and obviously so long as you two aren't planning on being intimate).

If Mikey's tagging along, the date will be goofiness galore and you can be sure there's going to be some sort of physical competition involved. You love watching Leonardo compete with Mikey - Leon will always show off to impress you as if he were still courting you, but he'll also balance it with cutting his little brother some slack just to see him happy.

If Donnie's tagging along, it's similar, but with video games. You and Donnie become great friends very quickly, and most times, the date consists of you and Donnie teasing and picking on Leon.

Leonardo, of course, makes sure you'll make up for teasing him afterwards 😉

For a while, you spend every night with him in his room. Cuddling, talking, telling jokes, making out, taking it one step further, you name it. Not every night is the same, and sometimes you're both so tired that you only cuddle for a bit before falling asleep, but they're still nights spent in Leonardo's arms and you love all of them.

Leonardo will go out of his way to show you how great you are, from giving you a flower or a thingamabob he found that made him think of you to actually telling you you're amazing, usually in the form of him bragging about you to one of his brothers.

There was, however, one time when Donatello (albeit jokingly) asked you, "What do you see in this guy?"

Leonardo acted all nonchalant about it, flexing and highlighting every single awesome thing about himself, but when the laughter died down and the subject changed, you could tell he was quieter and he was making just a little less eye contact with you.

Why is she with me?

That night, you got a pizza just for you and him to share in his room and you spoiled him with his favorite Jupiter Jim movie, which you watched in bed while eating and afterwards cuddling and making out during the boring scenes. When the movie ended, you both lay in Leonardo's bed and nearly fell asleep when you heard him speak.

"I know why you're doing all this," he said.

You simply turned around and gave him a light kiss on the lips, telling him how much you love him, and you also told him not to forget that. It seemed to reassure him, and you could tell his spirits were back to their usual level the next few days.

But after some weeks, you notice Leon is a lot busier with his brothers. They train a lot harder and they go on more missions. Leonardo lets you sleep in his room and tells you not to wait up for him if he knows he'll be out with his brothers - he hates the idea of you losing sleep and being all groggy the next day all because of him.

But Leonardo also hates the idea of you wanting to spend time with him and not being there with you.

If you fall asleep while he's still out in the city, you'll eventually be woken up by the sound of him arriving at his room and lying down next to you. You never know how late it is or what happened out there, but all you hear is a heavy sigh leaving him before he falls asleep.

The following morning, you usually wake up with Leonardo clinging to you, still asleep. When he does that, you gently stroke the top of his head and hold him closer, kissing him soft enough to not wake him up.

For as long as that goes on, Leonardo wakes up and acts as if nothing were wrong. He greets you lovingly, kisses you until you're both breathless, and behaves like his usual, charming, witty self. Still, you could swear that whenever his brothers make mention of the next upcoming mission or any reference to him being the one leading the squad now, you see a hint of dread flashing through Leon's eyes just for a moment.

You always figure Leonardo will talk to you about whatever bothers him when he's ready, and in the meantime, you keep showing him affection and support in whatever ways you can. Sometimes you leave food out for him for when he returns late from a mission, other times you'll get him little gifts or cheer him on during training or while he's working out.

Leonardo never verbally thanks you for this, but you do notice how tightly he holds you after one of your gestures - and how long it takes for him to let you go.

But the time goes by and you see him becoming more tense about his position as a leader. You try to cheer him up, but all Leonardo really wants is your comfort and your warmth.

If he's too shaken up about everything, he'll sometimes try and seek respite through intimacy. Those nights are particularly passionate, but it breaks your heart to see the weight returning to his eyes when he comes down from his high.

Eventually, you verbally let Leonardo know he has your full support no matter what, and that you believe in him as a leader. When you do this, Leonardo falls silent, and though it seems he won't react at all for a few moments, he then hugs you close and you both stay there a good long while.

The first months of his leadership were hardest for him, but a string of successful missions soon help Leon build his confidence, and eventually his vibrant personality returns. It's a whole new look on him - witty and brave, charming and stoic. He will bring laughter to his loved ones and doom to his enemies.

You love that duality in Leonardo. Dammit, you love all of him.

Leonardo having a free night to spend with you instead of being off on a mission felt like a rarity and a luxury, one that you would cherish. You could tell he would too, as was obvious by the fact that you weren't getting obscene amounts of food or planning for a move marathon in his room. He'd simply told you to follow him, and in a blur, you'd greeted Hueso in his restaurant and made your way with Leon past the back - one of the many perks of his lingering friendship with Hueso - climbing up the stairs until you reached the rooftop and took the door out. It was a decently sized building, one where you'd have both a magnificent view of the city and a decent view of whatever stars could survive all the light reflecting from below.

All Leonardo carried was a couple of blankets and a thermos with some warm liquid you still had yet to discover, and two plastic cups. He had told you to dress warm, and he was wearing a coat over his shell too. With all that, you knew you were in for a calm night, despite clinging to him as he led you through the mildly sketchy mutant restaurant where you were the sore thumb sticking out. It didn't matter; you felt safe so long as you were with your Leon. There was no one you'd trust more for that.

Leonardo swiftly set the blankets down and made a comfy makeshift mattress for you both, and you both lied down on it in silence. Neither of you rushed to pour any warm beverages yet. It seemed like for the time being, all you needed was to be there in silence with each other. You could have arguably done the same in his bedroom, but you'd noticed Leonardo's silence the past few nights. You knew what he'd never say out loud, you could see it in his eyes, hear it between the words he actually spoke. Leadership was a heavy burden, one that could put pressure even on the hardest shell, no matter how much he wanted to coop himself up inside it to protect himself from all he had to face.

You shifted onto your side and looked at Leonardo as he gazed up at the night sky. "Wanna tell me what's bothering you?"

He smiled softly, and the sight made you smile too - not only was he handsome with a gorgeous smile, but for some reason, his side profile was perfectly pleasing to look at.

"I knew you'd ask," he said.

"You wouldn't have brought me out here if you didn't want me to," you said. "So... is it anything I can help with?"

Leonardo sighed. "I don't even want to think about getting you in the crossfire."

"Has it been that bad?" Your brows dropped in worry. If you'd had any idea of the missions being too dangerous, you would have reached out sooner.

"Not... bad, just..." Leonardo's voice was smooth and only slightly higher pitched, as though draped with some sort of sadness. With another sigh, he sat up and crossed his legs in front of him letting his gaze fall to the city. "Don't tell anyone, but I don't know how Raph did it. Especially back then, when we were all a mess. I was..."

"Hey," you sat up and gently rested your hand on his coated shell. "None of us were our best when we were that age."

"Raph was," Leonardo replied. "He always seemed to be. I want to ask him how he got us through so much, but..."

"It wouldn't be admitting you can't do what he did, if that's what's stopping you," you said. "Raph has faith in you, I know it."

Leonardo gave a soft exhale and let his facial features soften in a way he'd only ever let you see. "I hope it's not misplaced."

"Are you worried they'll get hurt on your watch?" You said the words like ripping off a bandaid.

In response, Leonardo looked at you with a brief fear in his eyes, a result of hearing you say out loud what he dreaded every time he led his brothers into whatever mission they had.

"It's okay," you said, rubbing your hand over his shell for comfort. "It's a valid fear. But Leon... I look at you and know that you were meant to lead this family. This team."

"They didn't choose me, Splinter did," he retaliated.

"Because Splinter sees all that you're capable of, and so do your brothers," you comforted. "And so do I."

Leonardo looked at you with a soft smile. "Really?"

"You're my champion, Leonardo," you smiled at him.

He leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours. He wasn't beaming with pride - his aura was that of gratitude.

"Leon, I know it sucks to doubt yourself," you said softly. "I do it too. I always like to think I'm wise for my years and really smart and then I go and mess something up and when I do, it haunts me..."

"No, don't go there," Leonardo said. "I don't want you doing this to yourself too."

"Well, I don't want you doing that to yourself either," you reached for his hand and squeezed it. "We're in this together."

As he squeezed your hand in return, Leonardo chuckled softly. "We're a little messed up, aren't we?"

You nodded with a smile. "Yeah. I guess it comes with having grown up."

Leonardo laughed more fully. "Damn right."

You looked at him again and leaned your head on his shoulder. "I mean it. You're my champion. You always will be."

He looked at you with soft eyes. "And no amount of mistakes you make will ever make me love you less."

You fought the urge to tear up at his words. "Ditto, Leon."

You both leaned in close rubbed your noses together in the sweetest manner before you locked lips for a soft kiss. When you pulled apart, your gaze drifted over to the thermos that rested next to Leonardo on the ground. "So what's in there?"

He chuckled. "Your favorite."

Your whole gaze lit up. "Beer?"

He laughed. "Your favorite warm beverage." Leonardo reached for the thermos and one of the cups. "It's decaf."

You reached for the cup of coffee and inhaled the rich scent of coffee, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "That's why you're my hero."

Sorry the fic was so self-indulgent. I hope you enjoyed it and the headcanons too! You can see my masterlist for more if you want!

Reblogs are appreciated! 💙

[y-eontan]

gunwook praise arc

[ciaoteamo]

Milk and Water Pt. II

pairings: doppelgänger!Milkman x fem!Reader

summary: the aftermath of letting him in

pt.I

(art credits: @yunonoaii)

warnings: 18+ content

“…what. the. fuck.” You mutter to yourself, watching the scene before you unfold.

“mmm, how about letting me in now? promise i won’t bite you too hard” His eyes were dangerously seductive.

Your desktop fan and the slight rustling sound of (what you could only assume was) him touching himself filled the eerie silence of your office space.

However, he could still tell that you were hesitant to let him in, especially considering what he just did to D.D.D.

“how about this, sweetheart we-“

“if i open this door.” You cut him off. He shuts up quickly and halts his movements with a blank stare. His eyes watching you intently.

“you come straight to me, or else i swear to fuck. it will not be a good time for you. you copy?” Your hands were firmly grasping the edge of the desk as you stared the man in his color changing eyes.

“i promise” He kisses the window and you give him one last short lived glare before unlocking the door for him.

BZZT!

He slowly turns away from you and walks toward the door and you felt relieved to hear a light knock a few seconds later before he let himself in.

“see? you can trust the milkman” He grins.

He was a mess. Between the torn clothing, the blood, and his unzipped slacks that displayed his black briefs holding back a huge bulge, he honestly looked like something out of a wet dream.

“this is quite a small space… you think i’ll be alright in here?” He closed the door behind himself and strides toward you.

“you don’t have any choice but to be alright” You retort and he chortles.

“i love this mouth of yours… i’ve never crossed paths with a human as bold as you…” He tilts his head, placing a hand under your chin to lift it a bit.

“unless you’re actually scared… and using this boldness as a tactic..?” His irises turn white once again and his grip on your chin tightened slightly.

Though you were enduring a near death experience right now, being that you were this close to a doppelgänger, you were unbelievably horny.

“tactics?” You start. You already knew that you probably wouldn’t be able to get out of his grip just by moving, so you used a more… inappropriate approach.

You took a step closer to him, closing in the 2 foot gap that sat between the two of you and you placed your palm over his hard-on.

His grip immediately loosened a bit and his fingers twitched against your skin. What a reaction that was…

You feel more confident, realizing that he’s just another horny good looking guy. “is there a reason i should be afraid of you?” You ask, hand squeezing around him and a finger rubbing his tip.

He shudders and his hand falls from your chin and rests around your throat. His forehead tapped against yours, and your eyes were fixed on each other. “…you really are something”

“wish i could say the same for you“ You start, breaking the eye contact to look at his lips and sharp canines. “you’re just a slutty and messy excuse of a monster” Your words would probably be venom to anyone else, but this only riled him up more.

You felt his throbbing under your palm and grin to yourself before being greedily pulled into a kiss. For a brief moment, you could taste a metallic bloody taste on his tongue.

You moaned at the warmth of his mouth and felt his hands rested on your hips, rubbing circles into the area.

You release yourself from the kiss with his bottom lip between your teeth and a smile. “desperate, are we?” You tease.

“painfully…” His eyes glistened. “what’ll it take to get those pretty lips to go a little lower?”

“show me what yours can do first and i’ll see about returning the favor” You challenge. His eyes go back and forth between yours before he kisses you again.

This time however, he started to undo your uniform. Groaning so deeply that you felt the rumble in your throat. His skilled hands loosened your belt and your slacks came down and off.

Next he lowered himself and lifted you a bit to get off your socks and shoes, making him get more sloppy and needy within the kiss.

At this point he was squatting and you were standing over him, holding both sides of his face. His hands travelled up and down your leg as he stayed in his position and this time, he’s the one to break the kiss.

You were both breathing heavily, and staring each other down. You almost forgot your resolve and let him fuck you right then and there.

But you had to stay strong, for both of you guys’ sake. You take a deep breath in and til your head.

“well, you gonna show me? or are just sit there and look delirious from a simple kiss?” You teased.

“…may i?” He asks with a slightly raised eyebrow, gesturing toward your leg.

“go ahead”

“hold on to something right”

“why am i h- shit!” You would’ve fell right to the ground if it wasn’t for the shelf behind you that held last months documents. Albeit, they’re scattered over the floor now.

Your legs were snatched from underneath you and each one was hooked over the man’s shoulders. His warm breath against you felt sinister. It sent a slight chill up your spine.

His eyes stared down at your sex and he licked his lips, looking more excited than you did for this. “don’t let go” He says before using gis fingers to spread you sticky lips.

His tongue pressed hard into you and drug from your hole, up to your clit. You bit your lip at the warmth and felt your back arch against your will.

“ha~ this all you got? Thought you said you’d be bet- anghh~!” Your eyes widen and your mouth drops at the new feeling below.

“you were saying?” He mumbles into you. His tongue was longer with a pointy tip, and his lips were wrapped tightly around your clit.

The pleasure was almost overwhelming. You could definitely admit that he made you eat your words and replace them with loud endless moans.

As you felt yourself getting closer you began to grind your hips over his face, chasing after your high.

“don’t stop” You could barely get out the last word before the wave of immense overstimulating pleasure came over you.

You curse and take in a few deep breaths, calming yourself down a bit, and only then did he let your clit go with a ‘pop’, making your legs to twitch.

“that wasn’t fair” You jokingly glare at him, the sweat making your skin shine and chilly from the fan air.

“i told you i was better” He wipes his chin with his thumb and licks it clean without breaking the eye contact.

“you have to be some sort of… sex demon” You shake your head in disbelief.

“maybe i am?” He lets you tug him closer by his tie and give him another sloppy kiss. The change in size of his tongue being just below too much for you as it explored your mouth.

“well let’s see how long you can last then… hm?” You ask, beginning to leave a trail of light kisses on his next before a harsh bite.

You could feel him shudder and decided to have him sit in your office chair. “let me borrow this..” You say, undoing his tie while he sat.

You spin the chair around and bring both of his arms to the back and tie them to the chair. When you spin his back around, his had such a mischievous grin that you went ahead and addressed.

“yes, i know you could probably get out of that in a heartbeat” You start and roll your eyes. He chuckles, amused at your awareness. “but, will you?” It was your turn to put on the sly grin now. The second he managed to break free from his restraint, would be the moment you’d send him off.

“…” He read your face, bit knowing if he should say something sly or not.

“right, thought so” You smile and give him a few taps on the cheek.

You kneel between the man’s legs, finally addressing the large and throbbing penis before you.

“god you’re hard… you weren’t kidding when you said you needed help” You joke, rubbing his wet tip through his boxers with you finger.

He grunted a bit and readjusted himself in his seat. You look up at him before pressing harshly on it with your thumb.

“oh fuck you~” He throws his head back and you giggle.

You reach for the hem of his briefs and tug at them, signaling him to lift his hips. Once he’s exposed, you could really see the girth and length of him.

He was veiny, thick… bright pink tip, and god knows how long it was.

You put your hand around the base, it was warm and nearly pulsating. Your pace was moderate, giving him just enough to work with. You knew it was a nice steady pace when his hips slightly jerked up for more friction.

“needy boy wanting to fuck my hand? this wasn’t even the main event you asked for, love” You coo, strengthening the grip you had on him by a smidge.

“i can’t help that you know how to use those hands of yours so well” He remarks, still facing the ceiling.

You pump your fist higher up and use your own skilled tongue to drag along his vein.

“@$?!~” He moaned and immediately looked down at you with a snarl. An almost threatening one telling you that he wanted more.

And were you planning on giving it to him? Absolutely not.

You stare right back at him and smirk, using the same motion and occasionally sucking the pre cum from its leaky pink source.

“i’m gonna cum” Your eyes welled a bit at the large shaft triggering your gag reflex. But he was close so you would endure the slight pain.

His thrust his hips up a few times and you force your head as far as you could before completely stopping.

“fuck- why’d you stop” His voice was almost a whisper and suddenly thick white ropes shot into the air and landed on his thigh.

“oh i’m sorry, i’ll keep going” You reach for his most sensitive spots, overstimulating him into a nervous laughter as he begged you to stop.

It was fun watching him experience more than he could handle, but all good things come to an end.

He sighs in relief, sweaty, heaving, and dazed.

“can i be freed now?” He asks.

“sure, why not. looks like you’re done here anyway” You shrug.

“who’s done?” He stands up, simply snapping the tie apart.

“oh… you’ve still got more in you?”

“im the milkman, i never run out” He suddenly picks you up and sits on you on the desk. Jesus, these things are strong.

You wrap your hands around your neck, suddenly feeling the arousal for another round yourself.

His hands find your slick entrance, teasing the outside and slipping two cold slender fingers into you.

“mmm!” You mean into the kiss, holding onto his forearm as he fingered you at an inhumane pace. You break away and cat h your breath trying to slow him down a bit.

“i don’t want to cum from this, put it in” You say.

“yes ma’am” He lines himself up without your entrance and slowly pushes himself in with a moan. You could every centimeter of the stretch as he went deeper.

You tapped the back of your head onto the window behind you and felt him kissing on your neck and collarbone.

“fuck you’re big” Your voice slightly shook as you stated the obvious.

“and you’re so warm and wet inside, i ashamed to admit that i almost came putting it in” He chuckled before biting back another groan.

RIIIIING

RIIIIING

You snap your head in the direction of the phone and see D.D.D. calling.

Shit.

“stop, i have to take this.” He halts his thrusts and you grab the phone. “hello?”

“agent number” A deep voice says over the phone.

“5 5 8 4 3 7” You state clearly.

“thank you agent (Y/N), we’re calling about a few M.I.A. cleaners? it says in our system that you were the last to call. is everything alright?”

“ye-es~” You feel something rubbing your g-spot and look over at Francis. ‘stop, now.’ You mouth silently. He just smirks and speeds up.

“are you sure? you sound like you’re being threatened” The man on the phone asks.

“mhm~, im fine sir, just a little shaky” You put your hand over the phone speaker and look at Francis.

“what the fuck is wrong with you??” You ask, interrupting yourself with a few moans.

“just a little thirsty for some water” He thrusts harder, causing him to hit your g-spot, and your clit back to back.

You cover your mouth with your shirt and moan into it, hearing the buzz of a voice on the phone. Honestly you should be scared, they could show any minute, but right now, you could care less.

“im gonna cum” You whisper, still being mindful of the potential listeners.

“yeah?” He grabs a young and stands straight up, slamming you down into his cock. You let out something just short of a scream into the crook of his neck and find yourself twitching and shaking in his grip.

You heard a splash and felt him fill you up with his seed. You both were a moaning, groaning mess, heavily breathing in place.

“(Y/N), do you copy?……. we’re on our way” The phone then hangs up and the low buzzy voice is replaced with a prominent beep.

“you have to go, they’re coming” You lazily try to leave his strong hold with a tired push against his chest.

“but first” He puts you back on the desk where you rest your back against the cold glass window. “a drink..” His tongue grows longer right infont of you, and cleans you from your ankles to your navel, and of course he ran it over the bundle of nerves he’s been abusing all night, making your body jolt.

“you’re so delicious… i wish i could always taste you” His tongue goes back to its normal size.

“well i’ll get going now… i’ll be seeing you again soon, love. i’ll try not to cause too much trouble next time…” He gives you a peppery kiss on the nose and leaves.

Well, that’s one way to end your day shift…

[jambalaya-enthusiast]

Can I ask for Headcanons/Scenario with the crew members where it's a normal tulpar haul. But the reader is an extremely experienced captain of another ship,and they're older,more built and more strict. Like think 6'7,built like an extreme weightlifter,very classy and formal.

And they're on the tulpar to look after everything because it's an incredibly important shipment? What would the crew members reactions be to the reader appearing very strict,no-nonsense,cold and condescending. But once they get close, the reader is actually very nice.

also can it be a male reader? Thank you! I love your writing. <3

Melting the Ice away.

Crew Members x Male! Older! Strict! Reader. [ Reader is a high ranking captain of another pony express ship ]

a/n; this ask was basically buried deep in my inbox,i was just scrolling through and found it.

Tulpar! Captain,Curly.

Oh boy,and they used to say that curly was the most able employee at pony express. Clearly they lied,Cause LOOK. AT. YOU.

For the first time in his career,he felt intimidated.

The way you basically hovered over him,gave him chills ngl.

He admires you so fucking hard, your efficiency ,your capability, and your experienced nature. you need something? Grant Curly is on it!... He found himself trying to... Impress you???

He was basically always looking for your approval at things,no matter how small or trivial it was. He needed your opinion.

He was also starting to wonder wether or not the feeling of intimidation... was rather something else.

He is definitely feelin a lil somethin somethin.

When he actually got to know you,and saw how kind and sweet you actually were. This guy just fell,he fell guys,he just fell.

Co-Pilot, Jimmy.

Manz is PISSED.

He is freaking LIVID,as if Curly wasn't already enough,bossing him around.

He'll never ever admit it to anyone,but he was basically scared of you,of how... Domineering you were.

He is jealous of how put together you were,always effortlessly classy.

He couldn't decide whether he wanted to be you,or wanted to be with you.

He didn't even notice it,but you found him staring,so intently that it actually concerned you.

Whenever you would try to interact with him he'll make up an excuse and run away.

But he,too wanted to get on your good side.

He'll die before ever admitting it,but he was craving your praise so fucking bad.

He is just dying on the inside,he desperately wants to hear you call him a 'Good Boy'.

Maybe he'll have to impress you some other way,who knows?

Nurse, Anya.

Let's be fr,the first time Anya saw you,her heart skipped a bit. I mean c'mon! Can you blame her? She doesn't see handsome, capable, disciplined male colleagues on the regular,does she?

Cut her some slack for staring! She can't help herself for wanting to admire you!

Like the others,she also tries her best to live up to your expectations,to be on your good list. She tries to make sure all your needs are met,(which aren't even bothersome,you prefer to do things your own anyway) but she always insists upon helping you out!

You began to notice that no matter who else wasn't around,Anya was always there in the corner of your eye. Was she... Following you around?

By Gods,she can't help it! No other person on the ship is as pleasant to be around as you! She feels at ease when she's with you. And you don't mind.

When she finally gets to know the real you, the butterflies in her stomach settle down into something even more soothing and calming.

Her puppy crush is beginning to grow,maybe someday in the near future, she'll ask you for things, beyond the professional limit.

Mechanic, Swansea.

He is just glad that there is someone on this godforsaken ship who has the screws in their head straight.

He does feel a bit relaxed that he doesn't have to worry about things going wrong with you onboard.

He sometimes has you deal with Daisuke instead. More relaxation time for him.

He can count on you. And he likes you the best on the ship.

Doesn't shy away from praising you in front of others.

Intern,Daisuke.

"WOWZER MISTER YOU'RE SO COOL!".

He was a bit scared of you at first,but quickly warmed up to how refreshing you were.

You were strict,yes. But not as much as Swansea. You never scolded him,or complained about him to others.

Instead you always, efficiently taught him how to do things properly.

The way you spoke,the way you presented yourself. He didn't find it strange how his other, older, colleagues were swooning over you either.

Grew to like you the best on the ship as well,always right by your side.

He does think you're hot,but is intimidated pretty easily.

[miserycanary]

THE BRICK MAN’S WIFE ᡣ𐭩 previous ⤶

pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley & model!fem!reader

synopsis: finally meeting the wife

tags: a poor attempt at crack, fluff, a sprinkle of smut

2 weeks have passed since then. After a while of people sending him weird stares and catching a few mumbles of pity for him, plus the insistent questioning from a certain Scot, Ghost kinda got the gist of what was happening. Of course, he was amused but slightly offended that people thought of him like that. Also, at the fact Price didn’t do anything. In fact, he even laughed at him during a night over drinks. Mocking him and pertaining to you as “the imaginary missus”. 

He told you about it one night, sighing as he says he finally figured out why people are giving him stares. 

| “When I get my hands on the Scot,” he grumbles, pushing away strands of your hair while he cradles you in his arms. You chuckle as you feed yourself some popcorn then raise your hand to give some to your husband. “Can you blame them, Si? You don’t talk much.” Playfully rolling his eyes, he scoffs and nuzzles his mouth on your nape where he knows you’re ticklish. “Whatever.”

An opportunity to finally clear up his name arrives when the force decides to go out for drinks, accidentally stumbling upon a set on the streets. They were confused at first, brushing it off but Soap’s gasp stops them. “Look! It’s the LT’s wife,” he hisses to Gaz, motioning to where you are standing. Everyone was stunned because you looked like a heaven’s angel. Dressed in white, adorned with strings of pearls, and glittery makeup. At that moment, both Gaz and Soap momentarily wished that their lieutenant was lying because… holy fuck… you were pretty as shit. 

With the intent of busting Ghost’s “lie” (and a few hidden intentions), they suggested that they wait for you to finish up so that he could introduce the group. 

“Look, they’re done. Go call her!” Gaz bumps Ghost, earning him a glare before it softens when he looks at your direction. Immediately, your eyes met your husband’s then the rest. With a smirk, you whisper something to your manager and run to the group. Before Ghost could greet you, “Hi! Are you guys fans? I’m actually doing a meet and greet today,” you exclaim, holding back laughter when Simon looks at you like you’ve grown two heads.

I mean, what’s wrong with messing with your husband and his friends a little? Of course your little stunt drove Soap and Gaz wild, feeling proud of themselves that they proved you were lying.

Long story short, the two went home smirking while you were getting pounded deep into the mattress by your husband by the end of the night. His “revenge” for pulling that prank on him. 

| “Haaa, can’t believe you let your husband look like a fool,” Simon chuckles, snapping his hips ruthlessly while the sound of skin slapping drowns your mewls and moans. “S-sorry! Ngh– c-c-cumming!” you cry out, your nails digging down on his back while your toes curl. “Nope.” You whine and sob in frustration as you feel your husband’s cock pull out again and your climax dissipating for the nth time, your pussy clenching around nothing in hopes to pull him back in. “Please please please, I’m sorry–” your pleas get cut short by Simon’s fingers pushing deep into your mouth. “Bad girls who fool their husbands don’t get to cum, and takes what they're given” he taunts, pushing back in swift trust, bringing tears into your eyes. 

After that night of torture, you make it up to him by visiting him at the base. Thankfully, Price was the one who greets you first. After telling him that you’re there for Simon, he only chuckles and directs you to their spot. The reaction to seeing you there was immediate. Soap with his eyes bulging out, Gaz with his jaw slacked open, and Ghost with hearts in his eyes. Like a puppy, he runs to you, arms instinctively wrapping around your waist and pulling you in. “Sweetheart,” he greets but was pulled away by Soap. “Hey, mate. You shouldn’y go around grabbing ladies like that,” he frowns, which got a chuckle from you. Deciding to finally help your husband, you squeeze yourself in between the two and pressed a kiss on Simon’s lips which he quickly returned. 

It was like they just witnessed pigs fly. “WAIT, WHAT?” they exclaim in unison, while Price’s laughter echoes. “Right, to clear things up, I am indeed this brick man’s wife,” you giggle, placing your hand on his chest and head on his shoulders. “WAIT, CAPTAIN, YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS?” “Of course he knew,” Ghost butts in. “He was there during the wedding.” Like this couldn’t be any messier, more exclaims and shouts erupted from the two.  "Why didn'y tell us?" Soap asks, feeling betrayed by the Captain witholding this news which only got a shrug as a reply. You chuckle, before offering your hand to them. "It's nice to properly meet you guys. I wanted to mess with my husband when we first met," you explained. When Soap grabs your offering hand, he has to take in a breath. How are you so soft? And so, so pretty.

Gaz takes your hand next, chuckling as he gives you a firm handshake. "Well, it worked. So, is it true you're the one cooking those lunches?" Your cheeks redden as your hand pulls back, hiding behind you. "Um, yeah... I'm not good at cooking but got signed up for a cooking thing. The first one I made led to Si being sick."

The day passes as you share stories with them.

At the end, Ghost was boasting with a smirk, Gaz and Soap feeling heartbroken and dejected inside, while Price just watches in amusement. 

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[lacy-oh-lacy]

Property of Jennifer ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Jennifer's Body Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Jennifer Check x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: Jennifer fingers you under the table while you're on a date... with someone else.

CW: DubCon, Toxic!Jennifer, Jealous!Jennifer, hidden-public, exhibitionism?, fingering, mention of spanking, reader goes on a date with a guy (the scene still makes sense if you're not into guys though)

Adam was the worst kind of jock stereotype. A total idiot. Somewhat charming until anything didn’t go his way. A guy who made it his goal in life to sleep with as many women as possible and then slut-shamed the few he actually got under his belt.

He wasn’t your type in more ways then one, yet on a Friday night you could’ve spent doing anything else… you were sitting across from him at a shitty diner, helping him stumble through small talk.

You blamed Jennifer entirely.

If she hadn’t of fucked and ghosted you AGAIN, you wouldn’t of been so desperate to get her out of your system that you’d say yes to the first loser to ask you out.

Adam wasn’t your main concern at that moment though. Your main concern was the devil herself, striding into the diner you knew she hated in the shortest skirt she owned …and for the first time in a week she was looking right at you.

Your attention had been wavering all night but you must of been obvious that time because Adam checked over his shoulder, following your gaze  and catching sight of Jennifer a second before she arrived at your booth.

“Oh my god, hi!”

That valley-girl voice of hers made your heart flutter but you knew to raise your guard.

“Jennifer, hi… what are you doing here?”

She laughed, a plastic sound. “I could ask you the same thing.”

The thought of deflecting as skilfully as she had done was appealing, but instead you ripped the Band-Aid off. You were done caring about what she thought.

“I’m on a date actually.”

The strain in her smile wouldn’t be noticeable if you weren’t watching her reaction so carefully.

“Oh, where’s your date?” She looked around, eyes very obviously passing over the man in front of you.

Oof. You didn’t exactly like the guy but you felt a secondhand sting at that. Cringing, you shot Adam an apologetic look as he waved a hand to get her attention.

“Uhh that’d be me.” 

“Oh!” 

Despite her passive-aggressive tone, her big glossed smile softened the blow. It made it hard to be mad at her. At least it did until she turned her head away from him to mouth “yikes.”

Suddenly she sat down cramped against you, hand dropping to your thigh. “Well I’m just waiting on my own date. Mind if I sit with you guys for a few minutes?”

You didn’t know what made you tenser, wondering where the hell she was going with this or the hand caressing your thigh.

“Well, like I said we’re on a date. So actually-“

Said date cut you off as he leered, slack-jawed at Jennifer. “It’s fine. What’s a few minutes?“

You gritted your teeth, mind badgering you with images of all the other places you could’ve been that night. “Why do you even want to sit here?”

She groaned. “He said it’s fine. Take a chill pill.”

Jennifer’s words were accompanied by a squeeze to your thigh and you jumped. It didn’t hurt but you felt your skin buzz under her touch, heat spreading low in your stomach.

Jennifer’s attention seemed to go back to Adam but that didn’t stop her from keeping yours with her hand inching up your skirt.

“So, I didn’t catch your name.”

He frowned, a crack in his horny haze. “Are you serious? Adam… We sat together in chem?”

“Okay, geez, don’t go stalker-boy on me.”

Her tone was just light enough to let the comment slide, but you could almost physically feel the mood slowly sinking.

She turned to you, face too innocent to have her hand so close to your privates. “What about you, how’d you two meet? Was he hanging outside your house with binoculars and a stiffy?”

“We also met in chem.” He answered for you. His tone was dryer, welcome already wearing thin. 

Apparently Adam’s ego was the one thing stronger than his libido. 

Unlike yours. Jennifer’s wandering hand was dangerously close to making you forget that you were even mad at her.

“I’m sorry, was I asking you?” She leant into you, ‘whispering’ at a volume you were sure the next table over could hear. “Does he always talk over you like that?”

The question and the underlying insult went over your head. Feeling Jennifer’s breath on your neck clouded your brain and feeling the tip of her finger begin dragging up your slit through your panties short-circuited it.

Fortunately a waitress came over, putting a pause on the tension at the table. Unfortunately that was when Jennifer’s finger reached your clit.

Your eyelashes fluttered and you bit your lip to keep back a moan. This was way too risky. The waitress would move on from Adam to one of you any second.

“What are you doing?” You hissed against Jennifer’s ear.

Unfazed she whispered back. “You’re lucky I’m not bending you over my knee.”

Then she turned back, looking the picture of innocence when the waitress addressed her.

“Anything for you, Dear?”

The woman looked so demure and unassuming. You had no idea how Jennifer could look her in the eye while drawing circles on your clit.

“Actually she’s only staying a few-“ Adam started.

“I’ll take a coffee.” Jennifer interrupted, smiling brightly.

“It’s a little late. Do you want that decaf?”

“No. I’m not planning on doing much sleeping tonight.” The subtext in that sentence embarrassed you enough but then Jennifer turned to you. “You want anything else? My treat.”

That sent the waitresses gaze your way and your face burned. You really didn’t want a stranger looking at you right now.

“No thanks.”

You cursed your squeaky, cracking voice and averted your eyes as quickly as possible.

Even with your awkward position limiting her, it was like Jennifer’s touch electrified you. An overwhelming pleasure followed her fingertips and you could only swallow your reactions to it for so long.

As the waitress went on her way Jennifer tugged at your panties and mindlessly taking the cue you raised your hips just enough for her to pull them to your knees.

That was when Adam’s focus returned to the two of you and you startled, realising what the fuck you were doing.

He was totally gonna catch you!

But then Jennifer’s fingers pushed inside of you, curving and making you see stars, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You could only spread your legs wider and silently pray you didn’t look as wrecked as you felt.

“Okay, I’m sorry, how long were you planning on staying? Don’t you have a date coming?” Adam huffed.

“Yeah.” She looked slyly at you “any second now.”

You writhed in your seat. Embarrassment, guilt and so much lust created a boiling hot cocktail inside of you.

“Whatever.” He sighed, leaning back in his seat and staring at the ceiling.

Jennifer snuck her other hand under the table and you gasped loudly at sudden, rough friction against your clit. 

Sure enough that caught other patrons attention. As people glanced at you you didn’t know what you wanted more… to cum or for the earth to open up and swallow you whole.

“Hey, you good?” Adam asked.

“Yeah… yeah, just um, water went down the wrong pipe.”

You hadn’t touched your glass since Jennifer showed up but you trusted he wouldn’t of payed enough attention to know that.

“You should be more careful.” Jennifer said, tone loaded in way that made you squirm.

It was really, really hard to be careful with the high she was working you into. It was too much, the way she massaged your g-spot while three flat fingers rubbed quickly over your pussy. 

Hellish heat overtook you as she brought you over the edge. It took everything in your power to keep your mouth shut, face pointing down to hide your shame.

You gripped the table like a lifeline as pulse after pulse of pleasure rocked your body. Her touch became almost overstimulating.

You felt Jennifer’s breath on your ear before you heard her silky, hushed voice “You’re mine. Got it? Don’t forget that again.”

Cool air hit your warm centre as she pulled out and you nodded eagerly. Thrumming with the aftershocks of orgasm you barely registered Adam’s voice.

“Hey what’s up with all the whispering? I swear, you’d think you were on a date with Jennifer.”

[hkkuugu]

tattoo • billie eilish

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a/n = my first full fic guysss im so sorry if this is bad i haven't written in so longg , hopefully this is good for you guys!!! also please keep in mind this is my first time writing smut so please cut me some slack 💕

summary = in which billie comes home with an innocent surprise , which then takes a completely different turn

warnings = a bit of fluff (i think) , smut!! , fingering , sub!billie (or switch idk) , dom!fem!reader , not proofread!!

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billie left early in the morning , saying she had an emergency meeting to do , whilst you were in doing things around your shared house.

music blasted to help ease the silence that filled the room , you were washing the dishes , not aware of your surroundings. the front door's lock opening , billie entered looking suspicious as if shes got something going on.

"ive got a surprise for youuu" her voice was heard , sounding all giddy and happy

"oh god what is it now"

"well its a surprise for a reason" she winked , you rolled your eyes jokingly , scared and excited to see what it is

-

hours passed by and you're both getting ready for bed

billie decided to take a shower before sleeping whilst you were doing your skincare

she slipped her shirt off and you noticed something on her back that looked like scribbles , something you've never seen before

"bils what's that on your back?" hint of curiosity lacing your voice

"what do you mean there's nothing there" she played dumb , acting as if there's nothing new at all

"babe did you actually just get a new tattoo"

"maybe i did maybe i didn't" teasing you and still acting dumb

"i love it it looks hot" you stared at the tattoo for a good minute whilst billie was staring at your face through the bathroom mirror , clearly wanting you to do something

wild and crazy thoughts running through your mind , and it was pretty obvious that you were thinking about something , so much so that billie noticed your flushed face

"oh yea? how about instead of staring at it you actually do something"

you forcibly teared your eyes away from the tattoo and looked into her now dark eyes , filled with lust and neediness

you approached her , hungrily, needing to please her so bad

billie breaks eye contact to turn around and face you , tracing every movement you make towards her

as soon as you reach her , she grasps you harshly , slamming her lips onto yours. making out hungrily

your tongue entered her mouth to which she gladly accepts and you both continue making out until she moves to catch her breath

"fuck me." she whispered breathlessly , smirking at your reaction

you reconnected your lips , dragging her to your shared room and pushed her onto the bed. she moaned at how harshly you pushed her. you started kissing down her body , from her jaw to neck and in between her chest.

she sighed, finally relieved at having you touching her but she needed more. way more than you were giving her.

you kissed down her stomach until you reached right above of where she needed you. she moved her hips trying to hint at what she wanted.

you took the hint and silently asked for permission to remove her sweats to which she said yes to. you removed the remaining of the clothes she had on and spread her legs , revealing how wet she was

"is this how you were the entire day?"

"please , please touch me" her whines and pleases were music to your ears. you decided to not tease her today and to please her instead

you touched her core , spreading them with your two fingers. she whimpered quietly as you softly inserted your finger , letting her adjust to the feeling

as soon as she nodded her head letting you know you can move now , you immediately started thrusting your finger in and out , the sounds of her moaning and her pussy was heard filling the room

you inserted another finger , she let out a loud moan and started shaking a bit. you flipped her onto her stomach to see her tattoo

it made you think wild things , wild things that you want to do to her

"faster please"

you increased your pace and added another finger , which totalled up to three fingers

she arched her back , clenching around your digits showing that she's close

"im so close please- plea-" she let out choked moans and started mumbling things , she didn't have the energy to speak out loud

"cum for me baby" you whispered into her ear , giving her permission to cum

and she did. her legs shaking and letting out moans which got louder and louder , you helped her come down from her high. she laid down for a bit , catching her breath

you moved up towards her , placing kisses all over her to show how proud you were of her. you both cuddled up together , none of you guys speaking until you broke the silence

"you okay baby?" you started to get up , to get her cleaned up and all cared for

"yea i am just tired" you smirked at her response knowing that you did good

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[vamph00n]

sunghoon in leather and looking vampy as ever, please give your thoughts, i’m going FERALLLL

⁺‧₊˚†ཐི Sunghoon In Leather ཋྀ† ˚₊‧⁺

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ╰➤ wc:921

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ╰➤ tags: suggestive content, nsfw smut tags under the cut.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ╰➤ note: thank you anon, i would write a whole fic of this if i wasn’t busy/lazy.

mdni 18+

smut: implied, multiple orgasms, blow job, dubcon?

“Wow Sunghoon, you have a lot of clothes.”

Your voice had rung in his ears as you looked through his wardrobe. Yeah, he had a lot of clothes, especially for a guy who defaulted to the same few shirts and pants all the time.

There he sat laid back in his bed, eyeing you as you had gone through his stuff as per usual. He’d never let you know that he was quite particular about how he kept things organized, it was just nice to keep you around. If that meant letting you be nosy, so be it.

Amongst the many button-up dress shirts and slacks, to find something— oh? On the hanger, it draped pretty, a deep black, and shiny. Laces down the middle, and risqué fastens.

“See now— what’s the point of having cool clothes and never wearing them?”

He watched you fling the the garment(s) on his bed. There was an absolute reason why he never wore those. They’re leather.

…

You had pestered Sunghoon greatly, “put them on” you’d coo, “i wanna see.” Climbing atop him on his bed, shoving the set in his face. You really, really wanted to see him in it. He knew he could never say no to you, the sweet friend he barely remembered why you were at his place to begin with. His pretty friend he had some not so innocent thoughts about. His very insistent, very hot, friend. Who never once, threw him a bone, a lick of attention before.

The way your body is so daringly close to his, it’s a wonder you can’t practically feel the tent growing in his pants, he can smell your hair. It makes him fucking hard.

“No—No, i can’t put them on, they… doesn’t fit right.” He winces, as if he’s in pain. The strain agaisnt the fabric of his boxers makes his head reel. Curse his cock for acting up at the mere smell and warmth of you. The act of you giving him that attention he never expected. So foreign.

Plopping back down on his bed, tilting your head at him almost mockingly, a rise in his chest stirs. You click your tongue, looking at the crumpled garments next to him. “You know what I think Hoon?” Fucking hell, he can’t stand when you call him that. Makes his stomach twist, and pale cheeks flush with color. You grin a mischievous smile.

“I think it fits too well.”

It’s crazy, testing, teasing, calculating. It sucks because it’s like a knife to his ego, and he cannot for the life of him utter a single “no” to you, even if it meant saving his life. Well, at the moment his pride.

You wiggle your foot around on his tented pants right on the faint outline between his legs, his body jolts in reaction. Sunghoon had so hoped you didn’t notice it, then again, it was rather hard to hide. Your laugh rings in his ears, sensitive, so damn sensitive. He immediately gets a pillow and covers his bulge almost completely hidden by his baggy pants. “F-fuck you can’t do that!” His weak voice muttered just above a whisper.

“What baby? have something to hide?” You snort between sentences. “Or lack there of?”

He gets up almost immediately, and takes the leather pants and jacket aggressively. He eyes you down scowling, yet you know deep down his little self worth had been deflated. The giddy look on your face when you get your way makes him loath how he wants nothing more than to prove you wrong.

Only to know he’d be buckling at the knees for you any given moment.

…

He watches you swallow dryly, is it hot in here or…? The buttons, the leather, all dark and shiny. Contrasting against his pale skin, it’s a sight paired with his unkempt hair. He looks good, too good. The leather clings to his body, and the jacket is cropped. Shit, his waist is so tiny, that part of you wants to hold it. You want to feel it whilst you taste— the main accessory of the outfit.

A snide look casts on your features, and he stands there awkwardly. Hands covering the scandalous fastens of the pants, failing to hide the thing that lay thick and heavy against his leg. Nearly halfway down his thigh, the composition of the light and shiny material enhances his pulsing need.

“Don’t hide it.”

he had watched you take his jittery hands away from his crotch, your own gripping his thighs and face so close to his dick— he could feel your breath through the rather unbreathable material. Now, hands bruising his waist, and gliding your tongue across the outline of his length suctioned along the expanse of his thigh; he whimpers. Utters out a pretty, and needy sound.

You were never overtly suggestive with him ever. Like at all. Which makes the act of you pushing him onto his bed and virtually ripping his pants off exceptionally hotter.

He’d ask under shaky breaths, “why? Why now?”What made you want to. It almost annoyed you how many times he asked you, even after you so generously sucked his cock dry for the third time. His legs quivering, and your mouth tangy with the aftertaste of all his cum.

Why did you do it?

Seeing him clad in leather was hot, getting him out of it was easy, and getting him off; was hotter.

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[raven-cincaide]

Pirates, Kimono and a Compromise  

Summary: No one said picking a group Halloween costume for a Halloween party would be easy, even on a large-ish budget. However, no one warned you how much of a pride-wounder it would be when Megumi took over the task from right under your nose. 

Pairing: fem!Reader x Megumi  Sweetober prompt 7: Compromise  WC: 2.3 K Warnings: Cursing, Suggestive and hint at of frat party and inappropriate/vulgar behaviour, Fluff,  

“This is stupid.” 

“I have to agree with Fushiguro on this one; this costume is tacky and has no taste.” 

“ I have no idea why you guys are complaining this is-” Whack “-You’re right. It's tight, itchy, I can’t feel my balls and my- hey!”

You shook your hand after having slapped the back of Yuji’s head before he could say another lewd, obnoxious thing, which would be the final straw in the overworked-underpaid Halloween store assistant repertoire and ultimately result in the four of you being kicked out of another Halloween store. Although, if you had to be perfectly honest, it was unclear who suffered more pain from the slap, your hand or the pink-haired idiot who was already gawking at massive pair of fake boobs. Thankfully, before he could ogle those, Nobara caught sight of him and grabbed the back of his shirt before forcing him to stand like a little kid between herself and more-than-usually-annoyed Megumi. 

You sent an apologetic look to the store assistant and took a deep breath to gather the last of your maturity before you turned to face the trio. Hands-on your hips, frown on your lips, and an eye roll accompanying every complaint from the three idiots in front of you, all dressed in polyester knockoff versions of Captain Jack Sparrow. 

The eyepatch suited Nobara perfectly; the fake sword was the type Yuji would amuse himself with at the Halloween party. If not to look cool, then at least to join Todo and the other jokes in a ‘sword’ fighting contest which would somehow always end up in dick measuring contest. Megumi was the only one out of place, but you figured he’d be dissatisfied with the option no matter what you picked. 

Also, the fact that he put it on felt like a win in your book. 

“I don’t know what you three are complaining about” You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. “I won last week's event, suggested a group costume, and got Gojo’s credit card and green light to buy whatever. So, from the sounds of it, what I say goes?”

The trio groaned, not necessarily in protest but more in frustration that you didn’t let them cut into your little speech. 

“And besides, I’m the most competent of you three; Yuji would pick some dirt or gore, Nobara, your get-up would be complicated and economically ruin even Gojo and Megumi, dear…” You ran your eyes up and down him before delivering a below-the-belt blow to your beloved boyfriend: “.. if it were up to you, we’d be barricaded down in the soundproof cellar reading history books and doing tasks that ‘might be homework’; You’re the last one who’d know how to get ready for a party.” 

Yuji and Nobara protested; Megumi, however, snorted, eyes narrowed, pride not just wounded- but annihilated by your words. This wasn’t just embarrassment at his lack of social adequacy or his distaste for parties, Halloween and overall slacking culture. Your comment went beyond that, raising an unmistakable challenge in his eyes. 

“Wanna bet?”

You didn’t expect that reaction from him. Flustered? Yes. Blushing, huffing or walking away in frustration? Absolutely. But not such unmistakable cockiness as if you didn’t know one thing about him. Maybe you misjudged him. But you’d be damned if you were going to surrender like that. “You think you can do better than pirate suits for matching group costumes without exceeding our budget?” 

“ Half a budget. And it won’t just match; it will be a set.” Megumi stated, stretching his hand out for Gojo’s card. You curled your fingers over it protectively before you sighed and surrendered it. 

“If you fail though-” “- I won’t”, Megumi cut you off. “And if I do, I’ll never utter another word about your poor choice of costumes.” 

You gaped, mouth opened and closed as Megumi turned on his heel and grabbed Yuji by the back of his costume, dragging the pink-haired man after himself back into the changing room stalls. You and Nobara exchanged a look, half tense and half worried, but went to change out of your costumes as well. 

Half an hour later, you left the Halloween store. Megumi was in the lead, Yuji was yapping about all sorts of things they could have as the group costume, and Nobara was throwing in her own two cents. You stayed quiet, half hurt that your friends and boyfriend rejected the pirate idea so vehemently and half determined that Megumi wouldn’t be as good at finding something suitable for a party in the short period you three had. A bitter part of you felt almost sure you would hate his idea. 

That sentiment only increased as Megumi led the way further and further from the central shopping district and towards the train station. The confusion increased further as you took a train to the city's outskirts. 

You got out near the last station and walked towards a calm, if not on the poorer side, neighbourhood and the seamstress shop smack-dab between the residential area and what looked like an old industrial landscape. 

“It’s a shop that works with fabric waste”, Megumi stated as he pushed open the door to the seamstress shop and motioned for you all to go in into the store filled with cloth, clothes and even examples of how an old, worn-out kimono was transformed into a brand new jacket and pant set. “Old kimonos are turned modern, suits relined and fixed up instead of thrown, that kind of thing. The boss had time today to see us.” 

As if on cue, two plump women entered the central area, ready to greet you with dresses and suits all over their arms. It didn’t take long for Nobara to be swept up in pearls and gems and for Yuji to gawk at the idea of a tailored suit for himself.  Not even moments later he was arms deep in a restored Hugo Boss jacket while Nobara desperately tried to pick between a golden Chanel dress and a Dior blouse. 

On the other hand, you felt less impressed, not necessarily by the concept but rather by the fact that Megumi had checked this place out in advance and contacted the seamstresses about their availability. He was waiting for the right opportunity to spring this on you. Obviously, he did not trust your choices even before you had a chance to try to pick a costume for you four.  Rather than ruin their mood, you moved to the opposite side of the store and began aimlessly looking through the rolls of material that lined the shelves. Your hands fidgeted with the edges of your sleeves, your lips pulled down into a pout. 

“ You’re displeased.” Megumi’s voice came from slightly behind you. A moment later, he stood beside you. You could feel his eyes on you, but you didn’t look at him. “If we’re getting a free pass at Gojo’s card, we should get something we can use outside a one-time Halloween party.” 

You shoved your hands in your pockets, stubbornly refusing to look at him. A moment of tense silence passed, and you saw out of the corner of your eye how he shifted from one foot to the other, the way his hand twitched then clenched at his side, somewhere between wanting to reach out and touch you and leave you to sulking. 

“But then it’s not dress-up”, You muttered finally. You sighed, bit back the disappointment and the unmistakable whiny tone for something at least a little more mature “Then the whole point of Halloween is to get a chance to be what you’re not. This is a cool concept, but suits and dresses can be worn any day of the week. To be a pirate, nun, or devil is ridiculous; that’s the whole point. This is the only time in a year we can poke fun at old childhood dreams and silly fears with no repercussions. Fun without meaning or purpose.” 

You saw the unmistakable drop of Megumi’s head, his bangs coming forward to cover his eyes. The tension in his shoulders, the way his body grew rigid at the all too familiar critique, the things that were a point of friction between you, the things you heard Gojo scold Megumi for time and time again: Fun for the sake of fun. Not to consider practicality. Not to plan ten steps. Live in the moment instead of focusing on frugality and meaning. 

Be greedy. Be selfish. Be immature, 

Megumi shoved his hands back into his pockets. His jaw clenched, his lips set in a firm line so hard they lost their colour. You knew it meant he heard you, and acknowledged your point but didn’t want to back down from his decision. He didn't need your opinion because he had taken Gojo’s card off of you. He could just go and buy whatever he thought was best. 

But Megumi didn’t want to fight with you.

He didn’t want to do it in public, and he especially didn’t like the stubborn tension to settle between you two that would last until after Halloween. Maybe even longer, depending on how long you held the grudge: the unmistakable coldness, the less engaged conversations, and the overall hurt feelings from both sides. Megumi didn’t want to rock the boat in an already rocky relationship. 

You didn’t want to fight with him either. 

But you also didn’t want to feel like an idiot who turned up to a Halloween party where everyone took their time to dress up and look pretty and sexy and scary, and you got there wearing a freakin suit or a prom-looking dress. You wanted to feel childish, fun, maybe sexy, maybe stupid. But responsibility was the last thing you wanted to be on this night. 

“I’ll just get my costume,” You said finally, just like him refusing to back down from your standpoint but growing tired of the unmistakable standstill between you two. “You three go together, and I’ll go by myself; if it’s too awkward for you, I’ll just go to another Halloween Party. There are plenty of them this time of year.” 

There was an unmistakable shift in Megumi’s demeanour. “No, that’s-” 

“- Why don’t we compromise!” You spun around to see Yuji leaning towards you two right over the pile of cloth on the table, clearly having listened in on the conversation between you and Megumi. “Get a fancy suit and dress here and the Pirate costume- Gojo won’t notice!” 

“You dimwit, there’s a budget. Both will fly right over!” Nobara huffed, coming closer. “I say we just go elsewhere, a middle ground where we can get a decent suit and a Halloween costume.” 

You heard Megumi sigh. “Both ideas suck”, He answered, cutting himself off long enough for Yuji to ask ‘who’s the dimwit now’ Nobara and her violent retaliation, “We should compromise-” 

-” Then how is it different from our suggestion?!” Nobara and Yuji yelled, but Megumi turned to you, ignoring the pair completely.-“-How would you feel if we modified your idea a little? A Pirate is a little outdated, but what about a yakuza? ” 

You tilted your head to the side, finally looking at him as he motioned towards one of the repurposed Kimono. You must admit that the black material, the inner silk, and the golden thread embroidery were pretty and much more excellent than the pirate suit you all tried on earlier. 

“ We can pick the suits with embellishments, forgo a shirt and stick on some temporary tattoos. Maybe add some jewellery as well?” Megumi offered, running a hand through his hair in a desperate attempt to appear calmer than he felt. 

You realised he was stretching an olive branch by combining his idea and need for practicality with your desire to dress up and have fun. Letting out a sigh, you nodded slowly, finally approaching the repurposed Kimono into a suit jacket and holding it up towards Megumi. “On three conditions,” You said. 

“One, I get to pick your suit” You saw him quirk an eyebrow. Still, he bit his tongue from speaking “, and two, Me and Nobara go as ‘customers’ or wives or whatever” Now it was his lips that quirked up into a hint of a smile as Nobara screamed out a content ‘YES’ at the prospect of getting into one of those fancier looking night-out dresses and ran towards those. Yuji gave you two a thumbs up before he was dragged away to be Nobara’s little ‘pack horse’, aka human hanger, as she picked out the styles she wanted to try. 

You found the sight a little amusing, the two idiots and two seamstresses trying to satisfy Nobara’s never satiable demands while also finding something fitting the theme for the oddly-shaped man that was Yuji. 

“And the third?” Megumi asked as you began to browse the different suits available, his hand on your arm halting your movements. 

“ A kiss” 

He blinked at you, his face turning a shade of pink at the thought of a public display of affection, even if no one was looking at you two. “Will I be forgiven then? Oh, fuck it.” Megumi leaned closer; his lips pressed to yours in a not-so-shy kiss that was a far cry from the shy peck you expected. 

Maybe Yuji and Nobara were right when they suggested a compromise. You could get used to your disagreements if this was how quickly and sweetly they ended. 

Author note: Sometime ago we mentioned in class different companies that repurposed all clothes into something new. I thought of them while writing this fic so.. well.. I guess it just became a responsible-fashion with the trio fic <3 hope you enjoyed it!

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[luffyvace]

If Luffy accidentally made you cry

Reader: gn

Headcanons of if Luffy made you cry on accident

A/N: I’m leaving how he made you cry completely up to you so your silly little head can envision whatever you came up with and not have to comply with what mine did and possibly dislike it because it’s cringe 👍

As soon as Luffy saw the tears begin to form in your eyes he frowned, backtracking immediately.

now he’s not the brightest guy on the seas so if he doesn’t realize he hurt you—cut him some slack- he’d say something like, ‘hey! What’s going on?! Why’re you crying?”

if you react more harshly because he didn’t register that it was his fault right away, and shout at him, smack, whatever- he’s gonna be confused and a bit hurt himself. The situation’ll probably escalate quickly if you do this and I’m talkin in a bad way. Worse if you walk away because now he can’t get context from you. ‘I don’t get it?! Why’re you so upset all the sudden?!’ Is likely his next response.

let’s say you finally get it through his head that it was through his actions and/or words that your crying. He’ll be in a quick moment of shock as in, ‘I did that? I did do that didn’t I?! Oh no, I did!’ But Luffy’s a man who owns up to his mistakes when he’s wrong, undoubtedly and honestly. So you get a bunch of apologies immediately after. ‘Sorry! I’m sorry! Sorry! I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean it! Sorry!’

this is where he’ll try to comfort you physically, if you’ll let him. He’ll start with an arm on your back in case you get defensive, but if you sink into his touch he brings you into a tight hug. He doesn’t stop apologizing throughout all of it. How could he have made you cry?! He loves you! How could he have hurt you?!

he promises to get you all your favorite things to try and cheer you up. He promises never to do/say what he did to make you cry ever again too! Definitely! In fact, he’ll never make you cry again! Not that either!! Do you want Sanji to bake you a cake to help you feel better? Food always makes him feel better! ❤️‍🩹

rewinding back in time a bit! 😅 let’s say you didn’t go the aggressive reaction route, and your still crying from whatever he did or said to make you. But he’s also still confused as to why you’re crying. It’s likely you’re still upset that he didn’t get it, but you have more patience. You tell him what he said or did to hurt you and to be honest from there it’s pretty much the same reaction!

something that would also change the scenario up a bit is if he realized it was him that hurt you from jump. But again, not a big change. He’d be really upset with himself that he hurt his lover, apologize like a man, then comfort you. <3

if you don’t cheer up right away he’ll keep trying and trying until he sees your visibly happy again. He won’t leave your side for an adventure or any kind of fun until he sees you’re alright. It just doesn’t sit right with him to leave you crying on your own. He’s a man who takes care of those he loves, why would he?!

If he indirectly made you to cry—example, he did something and his actions ended up hurting you, he would do whatever he can to fix it immediately. He was playing in your room and accidentally broke something precious to you?! Crap! Usopp! Franky! Can you fix it?! How about we glue it back together?? You were saving up that gold for something really important?? Uhh- he spent it all on meat by accident- SORRY! He’ll go steal a bunch more gold right now so don’t cry okay?! He’ll be back as soon as he can!

in case you really couldn’t think of a reason he’d make you cry I listed those :)

honestly these are real short because even when going into detail Luffy is a man about things and will always apologize in the end. These are headcanons of if he makes you cry and I really don’t write angst like that, meaning I could extend these and do a scenario where he disagrees that it’s his fault but I ain’t gon do allat. Goodnight.

-Brook YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOO 🏴‍☠️

[bisexualiteaa]

Them catching you listening to dirty songs 👀

Feat. John "soap" MacTavish, König, Simon "Ghost" Riley

Smutty suggestive themes 18+

John "Soap" MacTavish

Song: Dick by StarBoi3 feat. Doja cat

- You were both on your way to the gym for a good work out, (gym couple goals) when you'd noticed that one of your wireless earbuds had gone missing, but didn't really think anything of it, thinking you must have dropped one on the way out or accidentally left it at home.

- little did you know, Johnny nabbed it when you weren't looking, ever so curious of what you listened to when you were doing your sets and what music motivated you through your workouts.

- he found it rather normal at first, your usual selection of music playing for a bit, so when it played, he was as caught off guard as a deer in headlights. He was weight lifting when he heard the song play, and damn near dropped the weights when he heard it.

- he looked over at you, watching as you worked out your core and legs, mouthing the words as the main chorus hit, hitting your squats to the beat.

"She made some plans on my dick tonight"

"She not with him tonight, she not with Jim tonight"

"She in the gym tonight"

"Workout in that pussy (Ayy)"

"I'm gettin' ripped tonight"

"R.I.P that pussy (Ayy)"

"I'm goin' in tonight"

- his jaw was slack, watching you mouth the words to such a flithy song with a grin on your face, while at the gym of all places, but you were in your own little world.

- when your eyes met his gaze, you were none the wiser, giggling and waving at him happily as he watched you, thinking he was just checking you out or making sure no one was going to try and play moves on you. How could you be so cute and innocent but such a little demon too?

- he definitely needed to steal your earbuds more often, because afterwards, he made sure you made some plans with his dick that night.

König

Song: 34 + 35 by Ariana Grande

- you were all out at the bar drinking together after a rather rough week when the song came on.

- to start, he knew you could sing, you'd been together since before he joined Task Force 141, what he wasn't expecting was you to sing along to a song like this out in public

"Yeah, we started at midnight, go 'til the sunrise"

"Done at the same time"

"But who's counting the time when we got it for life?"

"I know all your favorite spots"

"We can take it from the top"

"You such a dream come true, true"

"Make a bitch wanna hit snooze, ooh"

"Can you stay up all night?"

"Fuck me 'til the daylight"

"34, 35"

"Can you stay up all night?"

"Fuck me 'til the daylight"

"34, 35"

- you sang the whole thing, making the rest of the guys at the table laugh and cheer you on as you sang, seeing as they'd never heard you sing before, let alone a song like this.

- König however? The second he actually added 34 and 35 together in his head, his face burned red, but the fact that you were singing it? Made it so much hotter, and harder to think with the pictures of you doing those things running rampant through his mind.

- "I think that's your que to take her home" Gaz spoke up with a knowing grin, making you chuckle as you watched König sit frozen and looking at you in disbelief.

- you and your comrades took far too much delight in his shy reaction, but when you two made it back home? You both Subtracted the clothes, he divided your legs and helped you add 34+35.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Song: The Summoning by Sleep Token

- you were cooking breakfast when the song came on, usually liking to sing and dance to your music as you cooked.

- Simon was just waking up when he smelled what you were making, and he made it half way down the stairs when your music and the sight of you greeted him.

"Oh, and my love"

"Did I mistake you for a sign from God?"

"Or are you really here to cut me off?"

"Or maybe just to turn me on"

"'Cause these days"

"I would be lying if I told you that"

"I didn't wish that I could be your man"

"Or maybe make a good girl bad"

"I've got a river running right into you"

"I've got a blood trail, red in the blue"

"Something you say or something you do"

"The taste of the divine"

- he recognized it instantly from one of your nights of shared carnal passion, remembering how you melted at the way he moved his hips in time to the beat.

- he quietly treaded the rest of the way downstairs, his one hand wrapping around your throat as the other sat at your hip as he came up to you from behind, taking you off guard. But in the best possible way of course.

- "playing your favorite song, I see?" He asked, making you chuckle as he turned you around and kissed you.

- it wasn't long until breakfast was long forgotten, left to get cold as he bent you over the counter after replaying the song, pistoning his hips into you to the beat.

- and while breakfast may have grown cold, you certainly couldn't have been more of the opposite.

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: Wally had had no idea what he'd been looking at. Had barely had a reaction to it apart from subtle feelings of anxiety. In fact, it hadn't inspired anything more than a shrug and the thought of, "Neat. It's a tree."

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.16

Group adjourned with Mr. Martin's instruction to pick anything but Rudy for tomorrow's Movie Night. Maddie split almost immediately; in pursuit of another lead or to stalk Mr. Anderson, Wally wasn't sure, but once he heard the door click behind her, he sagged in relief.

Too soon, he realized. When he looked up he saw Rhonda bolt from her seat and cut through the center of the circle like a shark through water, Charley on her heels.

"What was that?" She challenged, sizing the length of Wally up with a wave of her bare lollipop stem.

"What was what?"

Charley squinted at him, quickly scanned about before he leaned in and furtively said, "Oh, I don't know. How about that monstrosity of a performance you just forced us to participate in?"

Wally gulped, "I—"

"Spare us the crap, puppycat," Rhonda snipped, "We've seen each other's transcripts."

"I saw him misspell fundraiser," Charley added in a mockery of an anecdote Wally had shared during the session. And then, accusingly, "I know you know what a pun looks like."

Wally found himself on the back foot, mind going blank as he groped for an explanation that hedged the truth enough to get him out of Charley and Rhonda's crosshairs, but that didn't expose that he'd already known about the phone call and Mr. Anderson and the hush money.

"I was just...Uh..."

Unfortunately, Charley and Rhonda were too damn smart and your skill of inventing plausible excuses on the spot hadn't yet rubbed off on him. Inwardly, he reinforced his defenses and prepared for the Spanish Inquisition (nobody expects it).

"Wally," Rhonda said, blade-sharp, and Wally winced at her use of his actual name, "I know you think it's sweet to play clueless meathead in front of your crush—"

Oh. Okay. Sure. "That's—"

"—but, trust me, it doesn't work. Don't dumb yourself down just to get her to like you." Rhonda finished with a long-suffering roll of her eyes. An action that translated to mother-hen affection in a normal person.

"Besides," Charley said, a slack hint of sass to his syllables, "I think she just wants to figure things out. Not play tonsil hockey with a ghost who probably shared biology with the teacher that murdered her."

Wally tried to make his face react appropriately, had no idea if he pulled it off, but Charley and Rhonda didn't comment so he assumed it couldn't have been too bad.

"I don't think Mr. A is that old," Wally mumbled, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "But...thanks, guys."

He had to acknowledge that it was nice that his friends cared about him. That they saw him as more than the overexcited golden retriever they often criticized him of being and wanted to make sure he wasn't trying to people-please his way into someone's heart.

Charley's expression mollified, "Anytime, big guy."

In feigned bitterness, "Well, I've done my good deed for the day," Rhonda announced, pushing past Wally to head for the door, "Let's go."

Wally turned as if to follow her, however, he caught Ajay's eye before he could commit to the action. He remembered then what Ajay had told him in the teacher's lounge about showing Wally something he 'needed to see'.

"I'll catch up in a bit," He called after Charley and Rhonda, backstepping toward Ajay to make his intentions obvious.

Charley shot Wally a lazy salute, "We'll be in the library for a while," and then turned on his heel to trail after Rhonda.

After decades of being in each other's pockets, it wasn't uncommon for members of their haunt to seek time one-on-one with each other. Everyone respected the unspoken exclusivity without comment and was especially understanding toward Wally, who had been the only teenage guy amongst them until 1992.

Bernie and Katelynn greeted Wally as he approached Ajay, though soon took their leave, Katelynn with a small and bashful, "See ya, Wally."

"Bye Katy-Cat." He said through a charming smile, ruffling her hair when she came into reach.

Katelynn shoved his arm away playfully, blowing Wally a raspberry before she continued over to the empty circle, immediately setting to work helping Mr. Martin and Bernie stack the chairs.

Wally turned back to Ajay, "Alright, my guy, where to?"

They exited through the side door, sunlight temporarily blinding Wally after having spent an hour sitting in the poorly lit assembly hall. Not giving Wally's eyes a chance to adjust, Ajay took him by the elbow and physically maneuvered him in the right direction.

"It won't seem like much," Ajay said as if in warning, "so you need to trust me." He released Wally's elbow when Wally began to move under his own power, and hurried his stride.

"I do trust you," Wally replied, voice bouncing as he picked up his pace to match Ajay's. "Whatever you're gonna show me, it's gotta be important."

Ajay's ears reddened. "Thank you."

They were headed toward the tree line along the backside of the school, the field spread out to Wally's right. Down the steps, along the path, picnic tables and chainlink fence. Cheerleaders practiced their pyramid and the junior gym class played kickball.

Anxiety began to creep over Wally as they neared the boundary line, a slow and subtle discharge of fear frequency transmitting across his brain in a cold flush.

"Heeey, are you sure this is the right way?" Wally had to ask, his skin starting to feel clammy and too tight on the bones of his fingers. He began to slow his steps, afraid of being circus-canoned back to the 5-yard line, but Ajay plowed ahead without concern. "Dude?"

Wally almost rammed into him for how abruptly Ajay stopped, the toes of Ajay's shoes so close to the invisible line it gave Wally heart palpitations.

"There." Ajay said, pointing at a tree that stood approximately two meters beyond the school grounds.

The tree wasn't anything special. Tall, leafy, burled in various places up its trunk, and roots weaved and whorled around its base, some thick enough to sit on comfortably. Carved initials and numbers and heart shapes by students who'd wanted to immortalize their memory in its bark. It was the kind of thing one would expect from a tree in a private area near a building full of teenagers, really.

"What am I looking at?" Wally asked.

"I don't know what it means, so don't ask me," Ajay stated, clearly preempting that Wally would have questions after whatever Ajay was preparing to demonstrate. Ajay crouched to gather a stone from the ground, "Watch this."

He tossed the stone. It smacked the tree, dislodging a piece of loose bark from the center of a crooked heart—bullseye—and fell without fanfare into a nest of roots, a thin poof of dirt raised on impact.

Wally waited for something to happen. And waited. A n d waited.

"I don't get it." He said after a few uneventful beats. "Was something supposed to happen?"

"It did happen." Ajay insisted, bending to pick up another stone.

That one, he handed to Wally and motioned for him to throw it at the tree. It hit, denting the bark, but again, that was the end of it. Wally peered up at the leaves—unruffled—then down at the roots—inert—and finally back at Ajay who pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Watch this." He commanded, scooping up another stone as he marched a few feet away. "Are you paying attention?" He asked, not unkindly; an earnest bid for Wally's focus.

Wally gave him a tight smile, "Yup," and a thumbs up, taking a few steps closer to prove the point.

Ajay flung the stone. Except, this time, it ricocheted back as soon as it pierced the barrier. Disappeared for a blink and then spat back out, flying in the reverse direction. Ajay threw his arms up and protected his face a split-second before the stone struck him, bouncing off his forearm to land with a thud at his feet.

Wally's jaw dropped, "What the shit?"

"Do you get it now?" Ajay questioned, dusting off his hands as he strolled back to Wally.

With a frown, "Sort of?" Wally reached for the barrier, not quite touching for fear of what could happen and where he'd end up, but just enough to feel its presence warm the palm of his hand. "I guess it would be too easy if we could go through, huh?"

"I attempted it a couple of times," Ajay shook his head, "Either way, the barrier is definitely weakest here. And," He paused, building suspense, "At four other points around the school."

Eyes fixed on the tree, Wally hypothesized, "If we figure out how to weaken it more at any of these points, we might be able to get out of here..."

"We just might," Ajay concurred, "I tried finding information in the library and the computer lab, but—" It was a Christian school board, he didn't have to say, and occult topics were heavily vetted.

There weren't likely to be any useful books available and the online network was limited, browsers blocking sites the school didn't want its students to visit. Wally's knowledge of the latter was an embarrassing smear on his reputation that he'd had to beg Charley to keep secret.

He shoved the memory back in its box and once more buried it in the darkest recesses of his mind.

Never again...

"You think my girl would know how to handle this?" Wally asked despite having already determined he was going to tell you about the barrier's weak points. He just wanted to make sure Ajay was aware and on board.

Ajay shrugged, "She certainly has access to more resources than we do. Couldn't hurt to mention it."

It was settled. Squaring his shoulders and straightening his spine, Wally broke his scrutiny of the tree and turned to Ajay.

"Alright, then, show me what we're working with."

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PART FIFTEEN - PART SEVENTEEN

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[teslasucks37]

CW: NSFW under the cut, violence and attraction to it, uncensored use of s!ssy (apparently it is a slur but I’m gay and nonbinary and I’m not glorifying the usage of it so I think it’s okay), sub!Charlie, slight fear during sex but he’s into it, afab!Reader (refers to themself as a “girl” like once)

A/N: I’m genuinely tweaking I need him so bad guys. This is like 1.5k words I did not mean to write this much. It also might suck but I just needed to get it out. Basically you punch someone who’s disrespecting Charlie and he thinks it’s hot and u dom him.

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

Gratitude

Charlie was so cooked.

You had pushed him onto the bed harshly, straddling him and removing your shirt in the process.

You were frustrated, angry, filled with adrenaline.

He couldn’t do anything but lightly place his hands on your hips and watch awestruck as you use the fabric of your shirt to wipe off your bloody knuckles, then discarding it and turning your attention back to him.

He looked so submissive, almost shrinking under your gaze like a bug under a lifted rock.

He had almost the same look on his face when a man had come up to him outside earlier, saying something mumbled under his breath about Charlie’s black painted nails as he passed the two of them.

“Huh?” He asked, unaware of what the man had said.

You’d tightened the grip on his hand you had been holding onto during the walk.

The man chuckled, turning to look back at them. “I said you look like a sissy.”

Charlie didn’t know what to say, freezing at the insult. “I- uh-”

“You- uh- What?” The man snarked back, mocking his pause but wanting a reaction.

You narrowed your gaze, releasing Charlie’s hand and walking toward the man. “Say it again.” You said tauntingly, daring him.

The man stares at you approaching with a scoff. “I said, he looks like a si-“ CRACK.

As soon as you reach him your right hook streaks across his face, making Charlie jump.

The man folds onto the ground on his knees, groaning and holding his bleeding nose.

“You’re gonna apologize now, yeah?” You spit at him, gripping his hair and ripping his head out of his hands to turn his head to Charlie. “Or are you looking to get beat up by a girl for real?”

Blood dripps down the man’s face, trailing over his lips and down his jaw.

The entire sight made him flinch.

He had never been so turned on in his life.

Charlie was usually a pacifist, not afraid to get his hands dirty once in a while, but usually only as a last resort.

But damn if seeing you knock someone on their ass didn’t get him going.

Seeing how strong you were and how unafraid you were to show it off was something that he found so attractive he just didn’t know what to do with it.

It didn’t matter that he was bigger and probably still stronger.

Seeing you able to take care of yourself filled him with a sense of pride as well as arousal.

Charlie was too busy remembering it to notice his pants and boxer briefs were already off as well as your jeans and panties.

And you were currently lining his twitching and leaking cock up with your slit.

As he feels you slam down on it, his head reeling back and his eyes fluttering closed, a whimper falls out of his mouth.

Your lips curl into a smile at the sound.

His enjoyment wasn’t the first thing on your mind at the moment, but it certainly wasn’t the last.

As you lift yourself to bounce on his cock, you dig your nails into his abdomen, undoubtedly leaving crescents of your nails on his skin.

Another whimper emerges from his slack jaw at the slight sting.

“Yeah? Feels good, Char?” You ask, unrelenting in your pace.

He had to press his lips together to hold back an outright sob of pleasure, his lips trembling as he did.

He nods wordlessly, his hands gripping your hips for dear life to stay grounded.

Knowing what you could do to him, what you did to that guy earlier, it filled him with a sense of fear that did nothing but make him harder.

If that was even possible.

His hair is sprawled out against the mattress, fluffy and gorgeous as you ride him half an inch from his life.

His eyes flutter open every once in a while, revealing the most beautiful blue eyes looking completely glazed over with pleasure, before he squeezes them shut again.

You grin, clenching your pussy around him and picking up speed.

“You know, Char… I think you should thank me… For earlier, don’t you?” You ask through bated breath.

You want to see how far you can push him.

How much power you really have over him.

How much it really turns him on when you do this.

And you aren’t disappointed.

“Thank you…” He whispers out, low at first, shaking in place as his core tightens and his cock twitches. “Thank you…”

You can feel his familiar breathing pattern under your hands, knowing he’s gonna cum soon.

“Thank you~” Charlie whines, wrenching his eyes open to gaze at you as he feels his balls tighten in preparation. “Thank you~”

He’s met with you smiling outright, basking in how cute his voice was.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you-” He chants, practically crying out as he scrunches his eyes closed again and his head presses back into the mattress.

You have to bite your lip to stifle your own moans. “Cum for me, Charlie~”

“Thank you… Thank… You- Fuuuuckk!” His fingers around your hips pull you down on him as wanton moans fall from his lips.

You can feel Charlie’s orgasm spurt into you, his entire body shivering and convulsing beneath you as you cum in tandem.

His grip on your hips loosens and then slides off completely, flopping lifelessly onto the bed.

“Thank you…” He murmurs, delirious from pleasure. “Thank you…”

Charlie looks absolutely fucked out.

You slowly get off of him, feeling his cum leak out and fall onto his abdomen.

He whimpers at the sensation, panting and mumbling as he slowly comes down from his high. “Thank you…”

Laying down next to him, you push a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

He turns his head slowly, blinking his eyes open to glance sleepily at you. “Thank you~”

He gives you a lopsided grin as you cup his cheek in your hand.

“I love you~”

“I love you, Charlie.” You smile back, snuggling into him.

He places a hand on your waist and just breathes.

Charlie has never felt more safe.

He’s never felt more cared for.

More protected.

God he loves you so fucking much.

[kiquebi]

I was yapping to @pineconnie abt Parrot making Wifies cookies the other day and this thing spawned in my docs. Hi Connie :D.

This was supposed to be small drabble but it turned out to be a 1140 word monstrosity instead lol. As usual, feel free to drop any constructive criticism if you have any, I’m still pretty new to writing fanfics. Have fun!

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“So you’re saying this Wifies guy left you stranded in the middle of nowhere after traveling with you thousands of blocks from spawn?”, Theo asks as he swipes at Parrot with his netherite sword. Parrot blocks the heavy blow with his shield, chest heaving. Theo didn’t hold back, casual spar or not.

“Well, he did say he wanted us to hide from the mafia. But don’t you think that’s useless?”. Parrot tries to get a hit in, but Theo just weaves around and takes another swipe at him. “And this is the same guy that helped you win Capture the Flag and get your council seat?”. There’s a hint of bewilderment in his voice, but Parrot doesn’t have time to dwell on it before Theo sweeps his legs from under him.

Parrot hits the ground and he feels his body go slack. He groans. Theo had beaten him in every round so far, but he didn’t seem to have any intentions of stopping until Parrot actually managed to get him down on the ground today. His arms burn from exhaustion and he squints against the bright sun. A shadow blocks the blinding rays and his vision clears to see Theo holding out his hand to him. Parrot takes it and Theo hauls him up with one arm, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Theo takes off his shades to wipe the sweat off his brows. There’s a look in his eyes Parrot can’t decipher as he faces him, “He’s that farmer in the purple, right? Can’t exactly blame the guy for not wanting to go head to head with all those diamond players like we did.” He puts his glasses back on and pats Parrots on the shoulder, “From what I’ve seen, he seems like a half decent guy. The way he looks at you all the time, I don’t think he meant much harm. Why don’t you two talk over lunch or something?”. The familiar flames of anger begin to lick at Parrot’s heart, but he finds that what once was a burning inferno of rage was now a tamer flickering ember.

Parrot doesn’t say anything to that, merely looking down and shifting his weight from one side to another, but Theo seemed satisfied enough with his reaction. He moves back into position and Parrot goes back into stance and their clashing begins again. But Theo’s words continue to ring in his head after their spar no matter how many times Parrot tries to forget them.

They continue to linger even as Parrot laid in bed that night, pondering over the past few days. He didn’t understand what Theo had meant about the way Wifies looked at him, but it has been different without Wifies at his side. Wifies did help him in that fight with the ice, so he supposes that he should thank him for that. He’s not completely forgiving him, but a gift wouldn’t hurt right?

And that was how Parrot found himself in the kitchen the next day with a bag of flour, sugar and a couple eggs in front of him. He remembers that Wifies mentioned liking red velvet cookies once but he didn’t have a clue how to make those. Surely, Parrot reasoned, chocolate chip cookies were close enough, containing chocolate and everything. He didn’t have any luck finding chocolate chips in the pantry but luckily, he managed to get a chocolate bar off Ratrick. He did have Parrot fork over most of his strength pots, but Parrot figured he could just get more at the farmer’s compound later.

Baking the cookies went relatively well, all things considered. The first batch Parrot made had come out burnt at the bottom but the second only came out a little misshapen. The chunks of chocolate he had cut out looked the right amount of melty and the cookie itself was just a little past golden brown. Parrot couldn’t afford to taste it but it smelled okay, so he decided to wrap that batch up.

It’s late-afternoon judging by the sun outside, so he figured Wifies should be free right about now. He pulled out his communicator and sent Wifies a message, 'Meet me in front of the statue’.

Having messaged Wifies, Parrot threw the cookies inside a bundle and flew over to find Wifies sitting at the base of a stair in front of the statue. Wifies seemed to perk up at the sound of him landing, and he quickly stands to face Parrot. Standing face to face with Wifies again after all that’s happened, Parrot looks at him. Really look at him this time.

He notes that Wifies’ hair seemed unkempt and under his eyes were bags even deeper than the ones he had that time when they were confined in Proton. There’s a weariness in the way his shoulders slumped and how his eyes just barely fail to meet his and Parrot’s heart aches.

There’s a festering emotion in his chest he can’t identify as he pulls the bundle out of his inventory and practically shoves it at Wifies. “I made something for you”. Wifies fumbles to catch the bundle, eyes wide in disbelief. “For me?”, his hands are shaky as they reach in and pull out a cookie. His eyes lit up at the sight of it and Parrot can’t seem to remember the last time he saw that expression on Wifies. Parrot watches as Wifies’ face breaks out into a tentative smile and he quickly adds, “This doesn’t mean I’m completely forgiving you though”. The sinking feeling in his chest grows as the words leave his mouth, but there’s no point in taking them back.

Wifies huffs and his eyes crinkle as they move towards the ground. The smile on his face is smaller now, but it’s there if Parrot looks closely enough. “Yeah, of course Parrot. Of course”, Wifies softly murmured as he brings the misshapen cookie to his mouth.

Parrot’s eyes follow the cookie as Wifies brings it up to his mouth, but he looks away just before Wifies could bite into it. He finds himself shuffling his body to face the setting sun instead, it’s light giving the buildings around them an orange hue.

It’s silent for a while, just of two of them and the rustling of the trees. But Parrot was never one for patience and he breaks the silence, “So, how are they?”. He hears the sound of Wifies moving to face the sun as well, and his voice is soft as he responds: “They’re delicious. Thank you Parrot, I really appreciate it”.

The silence returns, but this time it stays as they both move to sit on the stone stairs. It’s a comfortable silence, occasionally broken by Wifies munching on his chocolate chip cookies, but that’s enough for the both of them for now.

[savi-our]

Revisiting an old chapter

Going through some of my older works and this is from my fic Right Next Door that's currently on hiatus. Im posting it bc jesus i actually cooked on this, idk what happened to me, was i posessed? How do i match up to this now???? Anyway its based on the Red being soft on a pretty little thing in a bar prompt i did so if you'd like give it a read - fair warning its like 6k words...

Red (UF Sans) x Reader, Grillby (UT) x Reader

The warm air ruffled your hair as you opened the heavy oak door to your favorite diner, the wear of today making your bones creak in protest as you slid slowly across the floor, beelining straight towards the familiar scent of sizzling meat and burnt pine. You slid into your usual seat, wood scraping against wood as you leaned onto the bar in a lazy, exhausted slump, the snowflakes stuck in your hair wafting off of you as you brushed them out of your hair and off of your clothes.

The evening chill hadn't even bothered you, or rather you opted to ignore it as your exhaustion took precedence, even still, the chill almost slid off you in waves as a familiar warmth greedily took you in its embrace. 

“...”

The familiar crackle of fire made the corners of your lips twitch upwards, you had laid on top of your hands, eyes resting as you waited patiently for this exact monster to warm your worn little heart.

“...”

He crackled and you snorted, assuming his awkwardness at you ignoring his approach. You lifted your head, gracing Grillby with your full attention as a tired but friendly smile lifted your face.

“Hey hot stuff.” You drawled lazily, fighting a yawn in between your little quip as his brow raised at your antics.

Huffing a laugh and willing yourself to straighten you turned to him, no matter how tempting it was to sunbathe in the fire elementals warmth like some stray cat fresh off the streets. Then again - you suppose that's exactly what you were. Amidst your musings you felt Grillby grow increasingly twitchy with your lackluster conversation and you should probably cut the guy some slack, he depended on you for the one sided friendly banter after all.

“Sorry sorry, I'm here.” You voiced absentmindedly, pulling a stray lock of hair out of your face as you gave him your actual full attention.

He crackled in response, sliding a menu over to you and you couldn't help but stare at it blankly for a second… god you should really get some sleep, especially since Grillby's eyes hadn’t left you even once through this whole encounter, in worry if you had to make a guess.

You met his eyes, squinting a bit at how bright he was but you noted that he was definitely worried, or perhaps curious, his fingers twitched as he looked over you.

“Like what you see?” you mused with a smirk, raising an eyebrow at him and you couldn't help but laugh as his flames sputtered, he leveled you with a glare and you subconsciously pulled away your hands as you felt the temperature rise.

“Is that a yes?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him in teasing, and he huffed , turning his eyes away from you - offended and flames crackling, you snickered at his reaction, an evil glint in your eye as you leaned in your barstool to try and meet his gaze and failing miserably.

“Oh c��mon Grillbs, don't go giving me the cold shoulder, i’ll cry.”

He leveled you with a look as you wiped a nonexistent, fake tear from your cheek and you let out a laugh as he pushed the menu towards you once again.

“Okay, okay uh…” You calmed, letting your eyes briskly fly over the menu before meeting his gaze again.

“Surprise me, whatevers fine.” you answered, pushing the menu back towards him, and he rose a fiery brow at you at your impish grin. 

“I'm serious, just give me whatever, I'm starving.” Grillby didn't move for a while before letting out a distorted little huff and moving back towards the kitchen, a loud pop and crackle in his wake. You huffed out a laugh at the sight but your attention was soon cut short, pulled towards the front door, the cool gust of wind making you shiver as you glanced towards it. A hulking form making its way towards you, the evening shadowing their features under the hood of their fur lined jacket, a glint of a golden fang caught your eye but you didn't dare stare. You turned back towards the bar, pulling out your phone to distract yourself as you waited eagerly for your food. 

You could feel the stranger approach, the floorboards creaking behind you with the heavy footsteps and an uneasy tenseness settled in your spine. It's unlikely that they would do anything, and although human and monster relations were still tense you had enough trust in Grillby to know that he would more than likely step up in your defense if any of the monsters decided they didnt want a human around, or so you hoped anyway.

It didn't mean it was wise to let your guard down anyway.

The stranger seemed to hesitate in his approach, a shadow cast over you as you pointedly scrolled through your phone, the hair on your neck stood up for the few seconds that he seemed to halt behind you, a looming presence in the diner dim. A grunt caught your attention before the presence retreated - moving further down the bar, slumping into one of the stools as he leaned onto the bar with a deep almost growl like grunt.

You chanced a glance at the stranger from the corner of your eye, watching as a skeletal hand pulled out from his pocket and moved to the fur lining of his hood, the snowflakes lodged in its strands falling, but before you could chance another look, the crackle of Grillby's flames brought you back to attention.

You eyed the fire elemental for a moment and he eyed you right back, gaze unreadable as he placed a plate of fries and a burger in front of you. You smiled, your tension easing off significantly as you looked back up at him, grateful.

“Thanks Grillby, looks great.” he hummed in response, nodding at you before moving further down towards the new arrival.

You ate in relative silence after that, not willing to chance a close call with how sluggish you had been, besides, the stranger didn't come in here to be stared at by some overly curious human.

…

Grillby's food had done wonders for your exhaustion, you almost wondered if he had toned up the magic with how much more energized you had been. Your muscles relaxed, and breathing had become that much easier, your eyes no longer lidded as you finished up the last of your fries. 

There were a couple more monsters that sought solace in the warming glow of the bar, some of them greeted you in their approach and you answered in kind. The diner wasn't even half full however, Sunday nights were rarely drinking nights but you couldn't help but crave something magical to finish off the night, the goings on of today had undeniably drained you. The loud and entitled woman, the lean, grim and prim monster and more importantly your down in the dumps coworker. You didn't complain though, some days were just like that - harder , more draining, it was life, and as much as you could whine and complain over how much it had worn you out, some people had it harder. 

You tended to think you were good at that, the comfort, the listening, the watching for signs - not only towards others but yourself as well. You took care to seek comforts in places of your own making, seek out warmth in the colder days, intuitively and almost instinctively you sought out the things that made life that much brighter. Why or how, you had no clue, it seemed natural to you, like taking a sip of water after being out in the sun all day, or a hot cup of coco in the cold winter nights.

You slid your plate to the side and picked up the menu again, knocking yourself out of your train of thought, huffing, looking if there were any new additions as you flipped through it. You couldn't help but feel like someone was watching you every now and again however, but whenever your gaze lifted to look around the feeling had gone away, it was… weird, to say the least.

A light crackle in front of you had snapped your attention up as you glanced at the bartender, squinting once more at the contrast.

“Hey Grillbz, you have anything new on here?” you asked, pointing to the menu as you asked. He answered you with a hum, his eyes moving towards the menu before turning towards the various shelves behind him, lined with bottles upon bottles of various liquids. Some you recognized, some you did not.

Grillby mulled over his thoughts before moving, seeming to make up his mind as he picked off various bottles and a jar or two from the shelves. It was always a treat to see Grillby work, his practiced hands mixing drinks expertly, it made your eyes glint and grin widen in excitement. 

You leaned slightly over the counter to look at him working, ignoring his amused huff before he moved to make your drink.

As he placed it onto the bar you took to examine it, a purple and orange liquid swirling in the glass, it bubbled inside of itself, the appearance of it reminded you of one of those lava lamps that used to be all the rage way back when - it certainly glowed like one.

“Okay, thats really fucking cool.” you grinned, glancing up at the monster like a child in a candy store. He seemed to let out a distorted chuckle, a low and sultry thing but soft, so very soft, it had your brows raising, you weren't sure if you had ever heard him laugh like that. A huff here and a cracklining there but not quite like this. The stutter in your pulse was embarassign if you were honest, but the warmth in his gaze did nothing for your nerves so you turned away, fighting a slight blush as you decided to occupy yourself with the drink, not noticing the slight raise in temperature as you turned away.

Picking up the glass, you examined a bit more critically before finally giving it a curious sip. You didn't expect the bitter tang as your brows furrowed, the subtle taste of orange and something you couldn't quite discern sliding over your tongue, humming in surprise at the slight sizzle that hit the back of your throat as your brows lifted, whatever it was - it was fairly strong. You waited for the inevitable effect of whatever magic Grillby had poured into it to hit, and slowly you felt the tips of your fingertips prickling.

“Whoa what's in this stuff?” You asked, lifting your eyes back towards the handsome bartender, suddenly noting just how mesmerizing the flames rolling up his body seemed. He had been idly polishing another glass, his gaze never leaving you as what you could only assume was his mouth lifted into a knowing smile. He pulled out a laminated sheet of paper from behind the bar, and as you glazed over it you noted that there were various descriptions of colors and the traits they represented.

Soul traits, or soul/magic traits you presumed and as you slid down the list a question formed on the tip of your tongue.

“Bravery and perseverance?” you questioned, looking back up at Grillby and he answered you with a nod, you lifted a brow at him.

“So the colors match the traits?” another nod.

You looked back towards your drink, not sure if you were quite understanding it correctly. 

“Soo- what, what does that mean exactly?” you blurted, turning back to the bartender as he crackled subconsciously.

“‘s just like your regular alcohol.” a gruff voice further down the bar made you turn, eyes landing on stark red, a strangely familiar shade. The stranger from before, it seemed, had decided to join in - a skeleton monster by the look of things, with a rough edge to his voice and a gruff look to his face…- skull? 

“Uh…” you took a second, turning more of your body to face him, suddenly the previous tension you had felt from him a mere memory. “How do you mean?” 

“makes you braver, and makes it last longer” He added, his gaze turning to slide down your body lazily, grin full of sharp teeth lifting, seemingly liking what he sees. Your brow rose, noting the gesture. “Right, well that's a bit boring.” You blurted, only catching yourself a second later.

The startled look you shot Grillby would have been funny if your heart hadn't dropped in your chest. “Not that it was bad! Honestly I really liked the taste and-” A gruff laugh made you turn back towards the skeleton with an incredulous stare as he seemed to take amusement in your effort to smooth over the slight. Your eyes narrowed at him and you couldn't help the huff as he shot you a wink. 

“‘s fine doll, grillbz can take the heat ” you blinked at him, noting the huff Grillby let out next to you.

“I mean yeah, just look at him, he's smokin’.” you blurted before even really thinking about it, your eyes widened. The sharp guffaw pulled you from your shock as you looked back at the stranger.

“stars sweetheart, you don't mince any words do ya.” You grimaced at the comment, chancing a look at Grillby who seemed to be pointedly looking away from you, polishing a glass that really doesn't need to be polished any more than it was - what was up with that actually?

“got the hots for him huh?” you raised a brow, shooting the skeleton a quick glance and noted his shit eating smirk before you found yourself actually mirroring it. As you turned back to Grillby you pointed a look his way.

“...Well I’d offer to stop, drop and roll with him but it might be too hot to candle ” 

Grillby lets out what almost could be considered a groan, a distorted and crackling sound as he turns to you exasperated, the gesture muffled in its intent by the gruff chortle ringing only two seats down from you and it makes your smile widen, brows wiggling at Grillby as the temperature picks up enough for you to finally notice. 

“Whoa hot stuff sorry, sorry, you don't need to bring on the heat.”

The bartender crackled at your delivery, lifting an arm up to his face as he shook his head, you barely noticed as the skeleton moved seats, sliding into the barstool next to you and the loom and doom of his shadow once again prickled at your neck, a subconscious shiver running up your spine.

“careful doll, keep going and he might light a fire under your ass” the stranger grinned at you, his grin sharp as he lifted a glass of… something up to his mouth.You took note of the sudden closeness, but oddly you didn't quite mind it, even as the goosebumps on your arm prickled at your skin, the guy seemed like good fun, even if you were dwarfed by the sheer size of him.

“Aw Grillbz would never do that -  would you?” you asked, your tone playful as the fire monster leveled you with another look. You took another sip of your drink, turning your eyes away from the heated gaze before throwing up your arms in surrender.

“Alright alright, I got it.” you gave Grillby a placating look but as he stared at you and as the low thrum of magic hit the back of your throat once again your fragile little facade cracked, a slow smirk overtaking your features.

“I flame to please, after all.” The disgruntled sigh that leaves the bartender only fuels both you and the strangers amusement, and as you turn to the skeleton with a wide grin you can practically feel him laughing, his grin matching yours with a glint to his eyes, his arm landing around your shoulders making you let out a little ‘oof’ as he chortles - much to the dismay of the fire elemental.

“You like that do you?” you ask the monster at your side, giving him an amused once over as he turns to you, a deep red sparkle in his eyes and a sharp glint to his golden tooth.

“what can i say, i lava good fire pun, but you're more than sparkin’ my interest dollface.” he winks, a flirty tilt to his tone which was a sharp contrast to the distorted groan from Grillby, much to his delight however, a group of bunny monsters entered the bar and he gladly took his exit, leaving you with your newfound friend. Or at least you hope he was friendly, all things considered.

“Tickled your funny bone did I?” you smirked back at him, a playful glint in your eye as his grin widened.

“one of em sure” he responded and you snorted.

“Oh yeah? Which one?” you asked with raised brows glancing down and back up pointedly, leaning in slightly as you felt the weight of his arm on your shoulders shifting. For a guy made entirely of bone he seemed pretty big, heavy, if his gaze was anything to go by.

“stars ya aint shy either are ya kitten” his voice lifted as he kept his eyes locked on you, squeezing your shoulders which made you shift your weight closer to him, whether it was on purpose or not, you didn't know.

“Yeah well, neither are you, fangs.” You quipped, taking another sip of your drink, careful to pace yourself in the midst of your new companion. The skeleton seemed friendly, very friendly if his roaming eyes and sharp grin were anything to go by, and whilst you enjoyed the attention more now that you had a bit of liquid courage, you didn't plan on bringing anyone home tonight, especially not someone who you've known for barely a few minutes.

“fangs?” he questioned, making you turn your eyes back to him, leaning back in your stool.

“I'd call you by your name if you gave me one.” he hummed, finishing off his own drink, 

“‘names red, but you can call me anything you'd like dollface” he winked, feeling a squeeze on your shoulder before he moved his hand away, an easy and sharp grin on his face, a look almost signature to him or so it seemed.

“Oh yeah? Anything at all?” the glint in your eye was downright evil as he shot you a dirty look, Red turned slightly and it was then that you fully took notice of his appearance. A blood red collar with golden studs sat right below his chin clasped tightly around a matching thick, red turtleneck. He was sporting some shorts, odd for the weather and seemingly completely throwing the point of his jacket, but you weren't one to question it, especially not as he leaned in, a dangerous, sharklike smirk pulling on his features as he stopped just short of your face. You were sure he felt the stutter in your breath on his teeth, a thought that made you gulp, your eyes wide as they stared up at two glowing red ones.

“anythin at all dollface, so long as i get ta return the favor.” his voice was low, low , a deep grumble that made your insides almost vibrate in tandem. You couldn't help but stare at him, like some sort of deer in headlights, struggling to fight a flush from your face and he noticed, his grin widening, knowing .

The sudden knock on wood made you snap back to reality, eyes shooting back towards the bar and were met with Grillby's stare, it wasn't one you could read given the situation, and for some reason you didn't really want to right now. The barman had placed a new drink next to Red, something yellow in a short glass that you couldn't make out. 

The skeleton grunted, whether it was due to your retreat, the sudden intrusion or in thanks for the drink you couldn't tell. You took a good long sip of your own drink, finishing it off - you felt like you needed it after whatever that was.

You could feel Grillby's own gaze directed at you, but you didnt turn to meet it, pushing your glass over to him lightly and after a second or two he took it from you, your hand twitching as his flames brushed over your fingertips. You knew Grillby's fire was not like regular old fire, he seemed to regulate his temperature with a practiced ease at his own convenience, but survival instincts were no joke - you noted for the second time today, so no matter what your brain told you, your nervous system reminded you that fire equals bad, a reflex you couldn't help but feel bad about. You looked up at him, his expression still unreadable as he placed your glass with the rest of the dirty ones, due for a wash later or so you assumed.

You glanced back at the menu still sitting nearby in an attempt to distract your skittering thoughts, trying to decide whether or not you wanted another boost of liquid courage. You weren't a lightweight by any means but a pleasant buzz seemed to settle your nerves already and as you glanced over the menu you weighed your options. Magic drinks were strong, even the ones light on magic, something about how humans and monsters took to it differently, it seemed all the monster drinks were strong for humans, and from what you knew all of the humans regular drinks were strong for monsters - some weird physiological thing apparently.

“what ya gettin?” Red pulled you from your thoughts, making you glance up at him, your embarrassment drowning in the light of your buzz. “Not sure…” you muttered, pulling your eyes away from him and back to the menu undecided. You hummed but soon lifted your eyes back to the skeleton, shooting the drink in his hand a curious look.

“What did you get?” curiosity peaked, especially considering how his smirk stretched. Red pushed the glass your way, a brow bone raised.

You gave him a skeptical look, eyes squinting as you eyed the glass, glancing towards Grillby for a second before throwing caution to the wind. That bravery/perseverance thing was really no joke.

You lifted the glass up to your nose, giving it a cautionary sniff which made Reds grin only widen before taking a sip, it was then you realized that a mistake was made somewhere along the way. Your face must have been real funny, considering how much of a laugh Red had gotten out of it. Your nose scrunched in a grimace as the taste hit your tongue, just barely keeping yourself from gagging.

“Christ is that mustard ?” you groaned out, still cringing back from the taste as you set the cup promptly down, pushing it right back into Reds hands.

“stars sweetheart you shoulda seen your face” he chortled, lifting up a hand to rub away a tear, his shoulders still shaking in amusement. You turned to Grillby, an incredulous look on your face. You found that the barman had seemed amused by your reaction, he lifted a knuckle to his mouth, keeping himself from laughing in a crackle.

“That stings, fucking hell, what else is in that, rum?!” you asked in an outrage, making Red shoot you an approving look.

“you have good nose kitten, ‘ts a screwdriver” 

“That is anything but a screwdriver” You disagreed, tickling his hypothetical funny bone even more if the chuckle was anything to go by. Red shrugged, picking up the glass and downing it in one and you cringed at the sight. “anythin’s a screwdriver if you want it to be” he shrugged, his everlasting grin on his face.

“That is not how that works.” you disagree, shooting him a look. “Why mustard? Why not literally anything else?” He shrugged again, handing over his glass to Grillby for a refill.

“jus’ like it” he grunted in thanks as you watched in abject horror as Grillby mixed his drink and slid it across the bar.

…

Time passed easily in Reds and Grillbys company, conversation flowed freely as both you and Red made it a pointed effort to torment the fire elemental at every opportunity, trading flame related puns and pick up lines at your own discretion. It had been a surprise how easily Red had joined in your shenanigans, his laugh hearty as a particularly dirty one liner slid past your lips, one that made your knuckles sting as the heat picked up, the barman sounding his disapproval in the only way he knew how. 

Even so he didn't deny you your fun, refilling your drink for the third time tonight, something light so you could still keep your wits about you - a wise decision considering the downright dirty look Red shot you moments prior. Red seemed rather charming, in an odd - gruff and mean sort of way, his pickup lines aimed more at you rather than Grillby, but you couldn't help but enjoy them, the attention flattering and one liners witty, despite the growing slur to his words. 

It was half past two in the morning when you finished your drink, a number that made you blanch once you had checked your phone. It was late, much later than you had intended, especially considering the early morning classes you were expected to attend. You grunted, pocketing your phone as you pushed your now empty glass away, expression souring. 

“everything' alright dollface?” Red quipped at your side, words lazy as they slipped past his teeth and you turned to him, noting how he was leaning more of his weight onto the bar. Now that you thought to yourself, the skeleton had been throwing back drink after drink, his glass empty in two long chugs. How many of those had he actually had? Whatever the number it concerned you, especially considering the fact he had indulged in a human specialty.

“Yeah, I'm more worried about you to be honest.” His brow raised at your words, and a rolling hum sounded from deep within his chest.

“oh yeah?” 

“Yeah, you look just about ready to call it a night.” You leveled him with a look, noting his snort, pawing at the glass sat in front of him.

“i’d rather call you t’night” his flirty comment lazy, probably due to the influence. Despite his claims to be ‘jus’ fine dollface’ you hadn't believed him. It was conflicting - on one hand he was a big boy, perfectly capable of making his own decisions, he certainly wouldn't be in danger even if you left him there, not under Grillby's watchful eye and considering the air of sharp magic wafting off him - you hardly thought anyone would bother him. On the other hand he looked positively sloshed, even you could tell in your haze. 

A sigh escaped you, feeling yourself sobering slightly. It wasn't really your problem, he was just some guy with a knack for one liners that had made your evening, but you could at least call him a cab - or something.

“Okay big guy if you say so, I probably should be heading off though.” You patted his back and he gave you a soft grunt in response, you glanced at Grillby to note that he was already calculating your tab, only to be interrupted by Red as he stopped the barman in his tracks.

“put those on me will ya’?” He slurred and you shot him a look.

“You don't have to do that Red-”

“don’t worry about it sweetcheeks, t’s my treat.” Red lifted, his weight shifting, lazily he straightened and it's only then that you managed to gauge his full height. He was only about two heads taller than you but you still felt downright dwarfed as he shot a look down at you, his grin easy.

“why dontcha lemme walk ya home as thanks” Oh this seemed like a loaded question if you've ever heard one, his expression betrayed him, his grin wide and eyes lidded. You hummed and gave him a skeptical onceover.

“ Just walk me home?” 

“unless ya have anythin else in mind…” he hummed, and it took everything in you to stop the shiver that threatened to roll down your spine at the intensity in his pointed gaze. You hummed in response, teeth catching lip as you squinted up at him in amusement.

“Can't say that I do…” you trailed off, your knowing smile betraying your little lie, Red shot you a look that told you he had caught on, but he didnt point it out, instead he shrugged as he turned towards the front door, lifting a hand to your lower back in encouragement to keep in step with him.

“c’mon dollface, ‘ts dark out, don't want me to worry do ya?” He quipped and you hummed in return. You had to admit, walking through the city in the dark early hours all by yourself was less than appealing, and even though you didn't know if showing Red where you had lived was a good idea, something told you that he wouldn't push even if you told him no - then again that might be the alcohol talking.

“Okay fine.” you relented with a light air to your tone. You turned back to Grillby, exchanging your goodbyes before heading off into the night with Red.

The night air was freezing and you couldn't help the full body shiver at the contrast, your breath showing as you muttered a quiet curse under it, Red lifted his arm around your shoulders and drew you towards him, a gesture that made you tense slightly but unable to resist the subtle warmth of his jacket, you let him pull you along.

Red engaged you in light conversation as you walked, throwing general and silly questions your way like your favorite color or favorite season - all of them tinged in a playful and flirty subtext but as you indulged his curiosities you began to realize that most of them had no real heat to it. It seemed friendly, rather than anything else and slowly you felt yourself relaxing in his casual hold. It was… nice, he was being nice, and as the revelation hit you you realized that his once loaded question of walking you home seemed genuine. Perhaps you had misjudged him, the thought heavy on your mind but you could hardly be blamed for it - when a monster like Red pulls you into the night, it's only reasonable to keep your guard up, you don't think you could do much if he were more criminally inclined after all. You barely knew him, a fact that you wanted to rectify now that you knew he meant you no real harm.

As you approached the beat down apartment building you knew to be your home, you laughed at one of Red's shitty little pickup lines, his eyes glinting at you as you turned towards the front door - it was then that you felt him pull away and stop in his tracks.

“uh doll?” he voiced, making you turn to him in question.

“Yeah?”

“what’cha.. uh wat’cha doing?” you watched him shift on his feet, old sneakers scraping the fresh snow on the concrete, his expression serious, if not almost suspicious.

“Going home?” You asked him, tone unsure.

“you… you live here ?” he questioned again and you weren't quite sure if you liked where this was going, cautious of the shift in his tone.

“Uh.. yeah?” 

He stared at you for a while, gooseflesh prickling as you felt him almost look through you before a hum rumbled from his chest.

“Everything uh… everything okay?” You questioned again, and he hummed again, stoic, before he moved to your side and pushed open the door for you, motioning a go ahead. This was odd, very odd, you didn't like it.

“jus fine dollface, lemme walk ya to your door” he motioned and you abided despite yourself, still on edge but willing to give him some benefit of the doubt. You hoped you weren't making a huge mistake.

As you walked into the stairway you pointedly avoided the elevator, there was no way in hell you were going to cram yourself into a closed tiny space with Red when he was setting off your alarm bells, and as you climbed floor after floor you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand to attention as you felt his eyes on you, you didn't like it, especially after hearing him mutter something along the lines of ‘no way..’ and ‘lucky’ from behind you, your senses on edge and stomach falling.

You didn't like this.

As you reached the fifth floor and opened the door to the apartments you were just about ready to make a run for your apartment - maybe you should? 

You jumped as you heard a loud snort behind you, and warily you turned a cautious look behind you to see Red looking… amused? 

“Okay Red you are starting to really creep me out here.” You admitted and he laughed as you stared at him in a wide, confused and worried stupor, he waved a hand in a dismissive gesture as the look on his face turned relaxed.

“my bad doll, but uh, ya live here?” He questioned again and your brow rose.

“Yeah?” You glanced at your apartment door, moving to stand in front of it, still contemplating just bolting.

“well ain't that a treat.” he huffed, his tone still amused as he moved past you, you picked up a jingle in his pocket as he stopped two doors down.

“Huh?” 

He lifted a glinting set of keys out of his jacket, jingling them your way with a knowing look. You stared at him in confusion before he snorted and lifted the key up to the door and…unlocked it.

“Okay hold on a second…” You stopped him in his tracks as he shot you a raised eyebrow.

“We’re-”

“neighbors.” 

…

“No fucking way.” 

Reds snort echoed through the hallway at the disbelief on your face, his laugh returning to him as you just stared. Of course he was your neighbor, he was a skeleton! It made so much fucking sense you cursed yourself for not realizing it sooner. You had never seen a skeleton monster in town before, your first time seeing one was Papyrus - his family moved in next door, how had you missed that? It was almost obvious, but what the hell?

“Why didn't you just tell me?! You almost gave me a heart attack, jesus…” You whined, lifting a hand to your chest as relief finally flooded through you, Reds hearty laugh didn't help matters.

“you didn't ask” he quipped and you shot him a dirty look, nose scrunching which only made his grin widen.

“You're horrible.”

“ya’ don't mean that doll.” 

You crossed your arms at him as he shot you a knowing look, his grin smug as you shot him a little pout.

“c’mon don't give me that dollface.” He prodded and you sighed in response. “Fine.” you huffed and his expression lightened, still tinged in that smugness of his.

“ ‘ts gettin late” he reminded you and shot you a guiding look towards your apartment door, one you mirrored as you sighed.

“Yeah it is… I should go.” He hummed at you, turning to fling open his own door as you pulled out your keys.

“g’night dollface.”

“Goodnight Red.” you huffed as you opened the door, giving him a parting look before finally making your escape into the comforting warmth of your apartment. Locking the door you let your shoulders droop - it had been a long day and despite the multiple scares throughout the evening you couldn't help but feel… content, in an odd, weird way.

It seems like things were changing, living in this shitty little apartment becoming akin to a rollercoaster ride, but perhaps that wasn't such a bad thing, perhaps you'd enjoy it more than you were willing to admit. Whatever the case, it was time for bed, and as you took to your late evening routine you couldn't help the smile playing on your lips.

[luvverslair]

Fem!Reader learning that their boyfriend Graves is bisexual, but HE doesn't realize it.

He just assumes every guy checks out other men occasionally. He's totally straight. Some men just have really nice arms.

He becomes defensive when reader points out he even seems to have a type.

hi !! thank you for requesting this just screams graves lol !! i hope you enjoy and i always love any feedback !! (first time writing for graves so cut me a little slack)

You had been with your boyfriend, Graves for a while now. You thought you knew everything about him until you noticed something about him, whenever the two of you would go out together he seemed to always check out other people, Now it wasn't like he was checking out another woman. No, he was checking out men?

You and he had decided to go out for a late lunch, you went to one of your regular places that hadn't changed in all the time you'd been going there. Yet this time something was different, a new waiter was working there, He came over and greeted you asking for your drink orders, Graves let you go first, and after you ordered you studied your boyfriend across from you. There was a light pinkish coloring across his face as he was talking to the waiter, he started mixing up his words and seemed distracted by the man. After he had finished ordering a smirk came upon your face until he spoke to you “What’s got you smirking?” you let out a giggle before answering “Oh nothing, just that you were eye banging our waiter…” a confused and angry reaction spread across his face “What are you on about Y/n?! I was not eye-banging our waiter.” you, still smirking responded “Yes, you were. I don't mind he's a nice-looking guy…” he, even more angered spat out “Y/n I am a straight man why in the hell would I be checking out a man?” you laughed at his answer before answering “You sure?” he answered back “What in the hell do you mean “Am I sure” I'm very much sure why would I be in a relationship with a woman if I liked men?” you empathetically responded “You can like men and woman you know, its a spectrum” he scoffed out “Just because I can appreciate a good looking guy doesn't mean I like them.” You sighed saying “Graves, it's not just you them appreciating a good-looking guy, it's more than that and that's okay.” his face softened as he thought through your answer, you could tell he was debating what he would say next, he seemed equality terrified and confused at the same time. After a few more moments He finally sighed and spoke out “So let’s say I did find guys somewhat attractive what would that make me?” you smiled grabbing his hand and saying “Whatever you want it to make you.”

well i hope you enjoyed this !! sorry it’s a bit short but i hope you’ll like it anyway !!

luv, luvver