#you'd know for sure if id been biting (i have)

[avid-idiot]

Idk what caused me to react to it, but my lip balm's lowkey stinging me

[tihgnari]

ꕤ 50. i think i ruined your PJs (ღ)

tw: none! :') / wc: 1.7k

you stare at your phonescreen, watching it vibrate on the kitchen counter. your hands sweat, and your heart races, as you hesitate to answer his call, contemplating about what to say.

a door slams and thoma appears in front of you in an instant. paper bags of fast food left on the dining table. "what are you doing?" he says, eyeing the phone before staring back at you. "answer it al—"

the phone stops ringing, ayato's caller ID disappears, and it returns to your lock screen. the panic you feel is indescribable, and you defeatedly think of calling him back and saying sorry for being unable to answer his call the first time.

ayaka lets out a pained groan. "you both are absolutely impossible! why didn't you answer it?!"

"i was nervous! i don't know what to say—"

"just answer it already!" thoma exclaims with a frustrated expression similar to ayaka's.

you wanted to pull your hair. why can't you just woman up and answer it?! you grab your phone off the counter, irritated at yourself, as you snap back at thoma.

"well, i can't anymore. it stopped ringing!"

as if on cue, the phone lights up, vibrating in your hands as your heart drops once again at the sight of ayato's caller ID. thoma audibly gasps and hurriedly rounds the kitchen counter to grab your shoulders. "answer it! now!"

"alright!" you push his hands away before clearing your throat, trying to level your voice so he won't find out that you were 100% freaking out at his sudden call.

"hello?" you speak into the phone. after a few seconds, when no one answers, you hesitantly say. "…ayato?"

no one is speaking on the other end, you can't even detect faint breathing. you pull the phone away from your ear, checking to see if the call is still ongoing, and the increasing seconds displayed on your lock screen confirm that it is. why isn't he speaking? should i not have answered?

faintly, you hear thoma and ayaka's enthusiastic "what's he saying?" behind you, but you stay silent, waiting for him. you open your mouth, wanting to address the person on the other line once again, when—

"hey."

his voice sounds defeated as if he's been crying for hours. you knew he wasn't in a good state right now from the voice alone.

your cheeks heat up, and you grip the phone harder. "hey," you answer stupidly, dazed and running on autopilot as you space out. every fiber and molecule of your being on edge as you give ayato your full attention.

you bite your lips, wanting to say a certain something to him after going weeks and weeks of not speaking to him. however, you held yourself back.

"i was thinking," ayato starts. "maybe you'd like to talk? you know… about everything?"

a small smile appears on your face, and you unconsciously nod even if he won't see you.

"i'd love to."

—

"are you really sure you guys don't wanna come up with me?" you ask ayaka, who sits behind the wheel in her white lexus and thoma in the back seat. you three are at the parking lot of the hotel ayato told you where he was staying.

he initially asked where you were so he could come to you, but after thorough persuasion, he relented on you going to him instead.

ayaka takes off her seat belt. "we're sure. he only asked to see you."

"just update us about how he's been. we'll wait for you here." thoma says.

you nod, stepping out of the car and walking toward the elevator. you met eyes with a woman at the front desk. she bows to you, a customer-service smile on her face, as she approaches you. ayato says he'd ring the front desk, so you can just come straight to his suite. the woman follows you to the elevator and taps the key card into a scanner before pressing a certain floor. whether or not she recognizes you, she doesn't say nor make it noticeable as she turns her heel back to the front desk.

you chew on your bottom lip, emotions running at an all-time high. you don't even notice the popping sensation in your ears as the floors get higher, your mind preoccupied with what you'll say to him, how you'll act. after all, the last proper conversation you had with him was back at their hospital's VIP room—which is weeks ago, give or take, and it did not even end well.

the elevator dings! and the doors open, sealing your fate.

there were only three rooms on this floor, and ayato instructed you to make two lefts to get to his room at the end of the hallway. the carpet is spotless, and your dirty white sneakers look so out of place as you make your way to his suite. just as you raise your hand to ring the doorbell, the door swings open, and there stands before you in all his glory—

"ayato," you say, dumbstruck. you don't notice how he is in mismatched silk pajamas, nor how a few of his hair stands on weird angles; you see his already pale skin that looks paler than usual and the bags under his tired eyes.

"yn—hey," he says, just as dazed as you. as if he can't believe you're actually standing before him right now. "uhm, come in."

the first thing you see is the thick white curtains hiding the floor-to-ceiling windows, blocking out the skies' magnificent orange and yellow hues as the sun has begun to set. the suite looked much like any other hotel room, only it looked fancier and more luxurious with its white marble accents paired with wooden furniture. the living room is well-lit, and from where you're standing, the sliding door to the bedroom is open, allowing you a slight peak.

you see a leather bag open on the lamp desk, chargers, and other necessities placed haphazardly around it. one of his carry-on is sprawled open on the floor behind the bed, while the rest is zipped shut at the far corner of the room, looking untouched.

"so—"

"yn—"

you both speak at the same time. he meets your eyes sheepishly, letting out a small laugh, a hand rubbing the nape of his neck sheepishly. "ladies first," he insists, and you don't argue.

"when did you fly back? seems to me you've been here for a few days now," you say, looking around. "i thought for sure you were still in another country."

"oh, i flew back a day after the wedding."

you nodded understandingly.

silence surrounds you both until ayato breaks it.

"would you like anything to drink or eat? i can order room service."

you smile, "a glass of water would be fine."

"alright, take a seat."

so you settle yourself on the plush sofa as he disappears in the kitchen for a few minutes before coming back to place your water on the low coffee table. you expected him to sit nearer to you, however he sits on the sofa across from you, and a frown tugs at your lips until you remember he's just being cautious. you guys did end on a bad note…

when your eyes meet, he shoots you a small smile as he nods. giving you the opportunity to speak first.

"well, i wanna start by saying i'm sorry," you interlace your fingers together on your lap. "for deceiving you. you definitely did not deserve that, i just got so scared—that i'd lose ayaka, and what your reaction would be if you found out… which you did, still."

ayato hums. "i understand your point, with ayaka. however i'm still quite hurt with our dates, as i did put my utmost time and effort into them," a solemn tone takes over his voice, and you can feel your heart breaking. "i would've accepted a proper rejection. i know how to respect a woman's decision."

"no." you answer in a heartbeat. "look, i know sabotaging our dates can possibly come off as me not reciprocating your feelings but that was just me making bad decisions."

ayato blinks, dumb founded. it takes time for him to properly start speaking. "i'm afraid i'm not following…?"

you sigh, not really knowing what to say—well, technically, you knew what to say, you just didn't know how.

well, might as well bite the bullet and blurt it out.

"i like you, ayato. i like you so much, even if i know i don't deserve you. because… because…" you didn't know you were crying, attention focused on the man in front of you to even notice the wetness of your cheeks.

your throat feels clogged up, and you choke on your words, unable to carry their weight. "i know how much i hurt you. i lied to you and didn't even stop to think about what you could've felt, i completely disregarded your efforts, and i was selfish. so i get it, when you told… told me that you shouldn't have liked me because i wouldn't… wouldn't like someone like me either —"

his scent engulfs you whole as he pulls you into an embrace. you feel a slight tremble in his hands as he firmly holds onto you, almost as if making it a confirmation if you truly were in between his arms. you break down in front of someone for the first time in weeks, your mind playing flashbacks of how you had to stifle your crying in the bathroom so ayaka won't hear.

it was as if a dam broke, and you couldn't stop your tears from cascading down your cheeks. you didn't know what you were crying about — you can't exactly pinpoint if it was because of this concrete fear of nearly losing ayato, of the harsh criticisms of the public, or you were just so overjoyed to be in his arms without having to worry about anyone or anything.

despite all the snot and tears you're probably getting on his expensive pajamas, ayato holds you tight, gently rocking you back and forth because he knew, he just knew, that his silent presence can comfort you more than his words at that exact moment.

after you have calmed down, resorting to small sniffles every now and then, did you decide to pull away. not completely, just enough to meet his gentle eyes. he smiles, tilting his head. "do you feel better?"

you nod slightly, shame suddenly washing over you.

"i'm sorry, i think i ruined your PJs."

"oh, these?" he shrugs his shoulder, laughing. "i have ten more sets of these, and you can cry on each and every single one of them if you want to."

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a kamisato ayato social media au

summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

notes — the end lol jk

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[apollodarling-writes]

ANDROID! ALEXA-THEMED! WORSHIPPER YANDERE! LEVI x SHUT IN! READER

cws : yandere themes, manipulation (??), obsessive behavior, code breaking, implied dissociation, confining, dubcon, multiple creampie, slight dacryphilia, dry humping, levi can vibrate, marking, levi cums A LOT, levi bites you, levi’s a little mean in the beginning bc he’s pissed.

a/n : i pasted this to the wrong thing and after i’d finished editing it to look good, id realized. i did NOT wanna re-paste and edit so this was a request that id gotten for PulseMotion Inc.

“[name], come out. i won’t hurt you.” your hand shakily reaches up to cover your mouth, effectively silencing your breathing as thudding footsteps turn down the hallway you’d foolishly decided to hide in. the lock on the closet door wouldn’t do much — levi could rip the door off its hinges if he so desired. you screw your eyes shut in fear as his footsteps slow, coming to a stop outside the closet door. you wait with bated breath as silence ensues, then muffle a sob beneath the palm you have clasped over your mouth as you watch the doorknob jiggle. oh, you were so fucked.

you wonder for a moment where everything went wrong. was it when levi had that software update? was there a wire firing incorrectly? or was he faulty from the beginning? maybe that’s why he was on clearance.

you find yourself remembering where this all began. you’d been perusing through the pages of PulseMotion’s website just to see what they had, only to find that you could buy a month’s worth of food at the base price they sold their android companions for. unsatisfied, you turned to their clearance section. it was there you found levi.

levi was inspired by the alexa echo dot from amazon, but he was far more advanced. he had a physical body, superhuman strength, and cold, dead eyes that followed your every move. the creators had given him the ability to access locks, security systems, cameras, and so on to ensure the safety of whoever purchased him — but it only served to royally fuck you over even more.

you’d impulsively purchased levi that evening. at the time, you didn't know that buying the android would ruin your life. you had just gotten paid and saw that he was on clearance, and thought that it was a good deal. you didn't think anything would go wrong.

everything was fine in the beginning. the two of you slowly became acquainted, the android did what he was supposed to, and that was that. levi, as he'd told you, was on clearance for a reason-- there was something seriously wrong with him.

levi was was initially very sweet, even if he could be intimidating at times. he always reminded you to eat and would charge your devices without you needing to say a word. he even locked your doors for you for christ's sake! you thought you'd lucked out.

you suppose things started going wrong when he powered off for his quarterly system update a few months ago. he was fine before that. after he'd restarted his system, his eyes briefly flashed red, the company insignia disappearing for but a moment. it happened so quickly that, for a second, you thought you had imagined it. you made sure to ask him if everything was okay, but he only brushed it off and returned to his daily cleaning. after that, he never left your side.

every time you tried to get out of your shell and make friends, levi coincidentally informed you of a new game or a new movie, or even suggested that the two of you do an activity together. sometimes, he would inform you of something that needed to be fixed, but when you tried to take him to the repair shop, he insisted that it was easy enough to do yourself. you believed him of course, he surely had only your best interests in mind, or so you thought. in hindsight, you realize that his actions were entirely selfish in nature. maybe he’d even fooled you into helping him with some coding he had trouble bypassing. at this point, you wouldn’t put it past him.

it had been like this for the last few months. you probably should have seen the red flags, but why would you? it wasn’t as if he wanted to harm you. his programming did seem a little odd of course, but every time you checked, there was nothing to suggest otherwise. it was only natural you had to acclimate to his odd behavior.

as time went on, and levi had become more crafty with his excuses, you’d gotten fed up. for the first time in awhile, you’d finally been comfortable enough to go out on a date, but as per usual, levi intercepted you in the living room. he spouted some nonsense about wanting to watch a new series he thought you would like, but before he’d even finished his sentence, you shut him down.

you remember the way the insignia flickered in his eyes, but at that point you were too frustrated with him to bother with what that minute entail. you only spun on your heels and stormed off, tugging on the front door and finding that it was locked. anxiety and unease washed over you, and with a creeping feeling of being watched as you slowly looked up at the camera. you remember levi’s voice ringing out from behind you, slowly stalking up to you with a frown that tugged too tightly around his artificial skin.

everything that happened after that was a blur. you don’t really remember how you ended up in the closet, but it took everything in you to stay quiet. your mind was reeling as the behavior displayed over the last few months suddenly made sense — you were horrified. how did you not put two and two together?

you’re snapped back into reality as levi sighs outside of the closet door. his voice sounded too sweet, too calm for the situation at hand. “[name], don’t make me break down this door.”

you silently pray to every being you can think of, begging them to let him move to a different room so you can plan your escape. alas, your prayers were unanswered as the door is ripped off the hinges in the blink of an eye. you would’ve found the sight comical — a short man such as himself holding up a door nearly twice his size — if it weren’t for the reality of your situation.

“great, now i’ll have to clean this up and fix it. you’re really a pain in my ass sometimes.” levi grumbles as he gazes down at you through narrowed eyes, drinking in the sight of the way you were shaking like a leaf. “get up.”

you can’t bring yourself to move, much less tell him to go fuck himself. you’re torn between anger and unadulterated fear — the latter putting you in fight or flight. unfortunately for you, your response was a secret third option: freeze. levi only huffs, leaning down and reaching for your wrist, grumbling something under his breath.

you’re finally able to move, shuffling away from him as much as the cramped space in the closet would allow, blindly pushing at his hands as tears blur your vision. levi only

clicks his tongue, his fingers deftly wrapping around your wrist as he hoists you up. he tugs you out of the closet and down the hallway, bitching to you about something you couldn’t be bothered to focus on. you tried to pry his fingers from around your wrist, scratching and beating and doing anything within your power to keep him from dragging you wherever it was he wanted you. it was futile.

as levi drags you to your room, gently pushing you onto your bed, you realize that there was nothing you could do; you couldn’t win against him. your mind works on overdrive, twisting and turning in an attempt to gauge his intent, and with the way his eyes had become hooded… you could confidently say that you wouldn’t like where this was headed.

“h—hey. no. i’ll stay— i’ll stay home, just please don’t—“ you’re interrupted by levi’s chilled fingers wrapping around your wrists as he leans down and slots his lips to yours. scrunching your nose in distaste as he feverishly engages in a one-sided makeout, you attempt to wriggle your way out of his grip. it’s safe to say that you failed, but at least you tried.

levi’s free hand travels down your chest, over your tummy, and finds purchase on the meat of your hip. he gently, experimentally rolls his hips into yours, searching for the place that would have you melting into his touch. with ease, the android’s cockhead brushes over your clit, shooting a wave of pleasure down your spine.

“levi…stop—“ a whine parts your lips as levi’s shaft begins vibrating, the sensation muddling your thoughts as you begin to wonder whether you wanted this or not. as you battle yourself internally, levi ruts against you faster, the both of you coming closer and closer to your climax.

the android’s lip brush against your throat, heatedly nipping and sucking in places for long enough that you were sure there would be marks tomorrow.

“‘m gonna cum— baby, cum with me. please, please, please cum with me!” levi begs, the speed at which his shaft was vibrating increasing. your back arches into the sensation as levi lets out a loud whine, your jaw agape as your orgasm crashes over you. you stumble over curses, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as levi’s cock never once stops vibrating.

“gonna overstimulate me— s’too much!” you protest, feeling levi’s cum wet your pants. just how much does this guy cum anyway?

levi stops rutting against you, all but ripping away the confines of your clothing as well as his own before aligning himself with your entrance. “need it. need it so bad— i’ve been waiting for so long…”

he slowly slides into you, your gummy walls eagerly sucking him in despite your own confusion, forcing a choked whimper from levi’s lips. he shallowly thrusts into you, the sensation of overwhelmingly delicious; you’d never felt so full, so good. levi’s shaft pulsed this time, vibrating for a few moments on and off, his tip reaching places you’d never be able to reach with your own two hands.

you melt into the feeling, your own pleasure drowning out every thought of protest as levi begins to pick up the pace. he removes his fingers from your wrists, the flesh red and angry, and presses down on your tummy where his cock would be. the vibration switches again, his hips snapping into yours now, and he lets out a loud groan as his orgasm washes over him. levi never once stops as he pumps you full of his cum, his fingers digging into your hips as he whimpers out mumbled gibberish.

with ease, levi switches your position, putting you on your knees and pushes back inside of you. he forces you to meet his thrusts, and the new angle has your fingers gripping the sheets, your jaw hanging open in silent pleasure. you can’t think about anything — only how good levi was able to make you feel.

“levi— ‘m cumming!” you cry out, your thighs shaking and cunt clenching around him. tears prick your eyes and spill down your cheeks, the feeling too much for you to handle.

“y’look so pretty when you cry.” levi chokes out, his eyes closing in bliss as his cock twitches inside of you. your cunt pulses around levi, sending shivers down his spine as his motherboard goes into overdrive in an attempt to cool him down. rutting into you at an inhuman pace, levi’s thrusting grows sloppy, reaching one hand around to press a finger to your clit, the artificial skin vibrating as well.

“cum f’me… j—just one more time! please— please, need it so bad..!” levi whines, expertly circling your clit in an attempt to have you cum with him. “y—you’ll tell me when y’close, okay? wanna cum with you.”

all you can do is nod, your mind melting at every sensation. levi presses your back against his sculpted chest, linking his arm under one of your thighs and hoists it up, thrusting more harshly as his tongue darts out to lap at the tears staining your cheeks.

“y’feel so fuckin’ good.” he whimpers, pressing chaste kisses to the flushed skin of your shoulders. “‘m gonna cum. baby, ‘m gonna cum—“

before you’re able to register it, your vision flashes white, a high-pitched whine parting your lips as ecstasy crashes over you.

“cumming! ‘m cumming!!” levi babbles, whimpers and whines of his own being muffled by your skin as he bites down on the curve of your shoulder in an attempt to silence himself. cum trickles down your thighs and stains the sheets as his thrusting comes to a stop, a quiet sniffle resounding from behind you.

the android gently lays you down, your eyes growing heavy as the bliss slowly leaves your system, and you can’t find it in you to care about the date you wanted to go on anymore. your lashes flutter shut as levi leaves the room and quietly returns with a damp cloth, tenderly cleaning you up as you drift off to sleep.

[icepip]

Twirls my hair id love to hear from you about using a flashlight on gojo 🥰 maybe it’s his bday or something and he’s not allowed to touch you or himself, only fuck the flashlight you’re in control of 😵‍💫

HI MELK I LOVE THIS IDEA SOOOOOO MUCH!!!! this is mostly rambling but kinda written out lol idk. sub gojo because thats my truth <3

i like the idea of it being a gift but maybe its for valentine's day or an anniversary or something and you keep building up this suspense of a gift that satoru's gonna love, keep teasing him that it's gonna be so fun and he's so excited to find out what it is. when you finally show it to him, you go up behind him, standing on your tip toes to look over his shoulder, your hands rubbing on his chest.

he chuckles, incredulous as he inspects the toy in his hands. "what's this?"

"it's your gift." you kiss at his neck. "surely you've seen a fleshlight before, satoru."

he's always been putty in your hands, always so easily riled up by a few words and touches, and today is no different. you can feel his heartbeat quicken under your palms, your hands now up his shirt. his body is hot to the touch and though you can't see it, you're positive there's a pretty pink blooming across his skin. satoru's breath hitches when your nails scrape against his nipple.

"i want you to show me how good you can be, satoru. think you can do that for me, baby?"

soon, you have him sitting on his haunches, white knuckling the sheets beneath him as you slide the fleshlight along his length. fat tears slide down his flushed cheeks, same as the lube and cum that slides down his thighs. you've already gotten two orgasms out of him and you're determined to get another.

"s-stop, can't, can't," he babbles, his body practically shaking with the effort to stay still. "no more, please!"

he wants to reach out and grab you, to hold you and touch you while you torture him with this onslaught of pleasure, but you wouldn't allow it. you told him that he wasn't allowed to touch you and he stupidly agreed to it. he bites at his lip in lieu of your own.

"'toru," you coo and he whines. "you said you'd be good for me, remember?" your pace slows for a few moments, long and lazy strokes on his cock through the toy. "you don't wanna be good?"

"no, no, no, 'm good!"

"then give me one more, baby. you can do it, i know you can."

it's takes a half dozen strokes before he cums again.

.. something something aftercare where you just smother him in kisses. he would cling to you, his long limbs wrapped around you while you praise him and gently clean him up. telling him how good he is and how proud you are of him and wahhhh i think he'd just be so cute and needy after this and he deserves all the love !!!

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Heard you need Sky content? :0

Short, but id been intending to put out some LU content for awhile, so hope u dont mind me dropping this short thingy here?

Sky takes care of you when ur sick! :)

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Wild's Hyrule was something else.

The burning deserts, the excessive lightning that practically chases you, and now, freezing temperatures.

Sky was going to have words with that Champion, as soon as he didn't die from frostbite.

The portal had come unexpectedly, and was arguably one of the worst yet. It'd come just after a huge battle all the heroes and you had waged against a group of black-blooded monsters. Simply popped open under your very feet, and it was all Sky could do to get his whip (already in hand luckily) to wrap around your arm and yank you into him.

You'd both got the shock of your lives plopping right into freezing snow and biting winds. You'd recognized his Hyrule, having seen all the other Links' Hyrules in some form or another, as far as Sky knew.

You'd quickly hauled ass through the knee-deep snow, seeing a shrine stuck deep in a cave not too far off. It was a long trek uphill, and Sky had started to wheeze a little from the high altitude.

You, however, despite being the one to drag him along, are much more worse for wear.

The dark blonde had already noticed you cominf down with something two days ago, and had been subtly getting Wild to cook more soups to help out. Along with gently offering his water canteen a little more often.

Surprisingly, hiking in freezing conditions, through feet of snow, and less oxygen will in fact, make sickness worse.

By the time you two had stumbled into the rocky cave, a full on snowstorm had begun to set in. Flurries rushed outside the cave entrance, and you practically collapsed off against the side wall once making sure Sky had made it in. You were stubborn about things like that he'd noticed.

Shaking off the white powder that'd collected on his shoulders, he immediately sets to starting a fire.

After getting a blaze going, with luckily some supplies Wild must have left behind this shrine, Sky pulls off his sailcloth.

Frowning and frantic with concern, especially as you get more and more tired, Sky quietly calls out, "Hey, don't fall asleep on me just yet, ironic coming from me I know. We should get some food in you..."

He's worriedly mumbling by the end of it pacing around the cave, unpacking both of your belongings. Rolling out your bedrolls and pulling out a few fruits and nuts. He huffs frustrated sighs, the resident cook was the only one with a way to preserve stuff like soup. Maybe he can ask Legend when they find the rest of their group again if there's some kind of enchanted bag that'd let him do that?

Sky mourns being able to provide for you, as you cough pitifully by the fire (he'd carefully helped you waddle over in his sailcloth onto your bedroll).

By the end of the night, the sweet hero had made the best of you two's food supplies (luckily only burning a few nuts), made you down no less than three potions, and taken his shirts out of his own pack to layer on top of you.

(And if he'd purposefully subtly put his bedroll nearly on top of yours, well it was clearly for body heat only.)

You blinked blearily, turning in a burrito of clothing that smelled like petrichor, pumpkin, and something uniquely Sky.

You finally wiggled enough to face him, and complained, "Ugh, you're too nice to me. And I'm still cold, can you believe it?"

The dark blonde lets out a small laugh, eyes dark blue and nose scrunching cutely, "I knew you were sick, and I don't mind. I like watching out for you, you never seem to take yourself as seriously as I do."

He moves a little under his single blanket, and you finally notice why you smell him so much, what with all his entire wardrobe piled on you.

You protest, "Hey! What's with the self-sacrifice shenanigans?? Take some for yourself! I can recover from sickness, but you can't get back up after frostbite Sky!"

He sticks his tongue out playfully, little bastard he is, and then looks a little surprised. He seems to debate something with himself before going even more pink (the cold having already chapped his plump cheeks).

Sky coughs awkwardly, before opening his blanket a little, his arm raised as if to include you in his bedroll.

He seems a little embarassed but his eyes look kinda, glittery? How'd he even do that.

Sky asks you quietly, "Well, you mentioned your still cold, and that I need more blankets so... wanna share?"

Sky is warm. Though that could be the fever talking.

But one things for sure, as he tentatively tucks his head into your neck, and you into his pillow, he's very nice to cuddle. His arm is heavy with muscle, and locks around you comfortingly, like the best weighted blanket you've ever had.

You nearly flinch out of self-conciousness as you feel his soft plump lips barely brush your collarbone.

You decide to desperately beg your mind to try and go to sleep before you have a heart attack.

Whoops.

You'd meant to bury your face into the pillow, to avoid Sky's face being so close, but instead missed because you deliriously closed your eyes.

You'd instead buried your face in between his plush chest. Wow, he really did have some serious muscles under his somewhat loose clothing.

Link chokes a little before slowly wrapping both arms tighter around you.

Good, because you were in too much shock to apologize.

(...fuck.

You really hope Wild isn't the first to find you two, he'd absolutely take a picture as blackmail.)

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Hope you dont mind this!! Sorry its kinda long for an ask, 💀

I couldnt change the ask to not be my main blog, so anon it is lol

Hope you feel better soon!

Peace out,

🌙

:0

DHDHSJHSJSAJJS

YOU.

[deathblacksmoke]

Dramamine—Part 3

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Nick Ruffilo

Series Summary: Cynical, brooding bartender Nick meets too-earnest, pretty boy singer Noah when The Rabbit's Foot starts hosting an open mic night.

CW: oral sex (m receiving), angst, self-doubt, hints at past trauma

*Content warnings will be updated by chapter*

Word Count: 2.2K

Taglist: @concretenoah / @ladyveronikawrites / @circle-with-me / @darksigns-exe / @xxrainstorm / @monotoniscreaming / @agravemisstake / @iknownothingpeople / @cookiesupplier

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Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who has read and enjoyed this so far 🤍 I'm still working on a posting schedule for updates and I appreciate (mostly) everyone's patience.

dividers by @cafekitsune 💐

His mind keeps dragging him back to it.

When he pulled up outside Noah’s apartment—much further out of his way than he would normally go for a stranger, but close enough that he could justify it—Noah had snatched Nick’s phone like it belonged to him. When Noah held the face ID up and it unlocked, it felt a little bit like being held hostage. He will never admit aloud that he liked the bravery of it, the unabashed way in which he forced himself into Nick’s car and his life.

Noah typed away on the phone momentarily before slipping it back into the cupholder. When he looked up and they met eyes, Noah’s smile was dazzling. Nick couldn’t put a finger on why he didn’t feel annoyed, instead finding himself laughing and smiling back.

“See you around, Nick.” Noah had said, slipping out of the car and nearly skipping up the stairs. He tripped a little and Nick’s heart clenched.

He pulled his phone out once Noah had gone inside, still open to a text. The message read Nick’s name with a pink heart emoji, and he found himself overwhelmed by the butterflies gathering and fluttering in his tummy. His cheeks were hurting from how wide he was smiling and he didn’t recognize the new happy version of himself.

He didn’t want to let himself get used to it, but it felt nice. He found himself typing out a text.

Goodnight, Noah.

He sat outside the building much longer than necessary. He was sure that he could have stayed there for hours, until his phone lit up with a text that made his cheeks heat.

Sweet dreams, Nicky.

Nick finds Noah’s name on the list this time—he bites back a smile as he sets the list back down on the bar and busies himself with stacking glasses. Folio gives him a pointed look.

“Isn’t that my job?” Folio asks.

“I think the words you’re looking for are ‘Thanks for the help’, Folio.”

“Thank you so much for all your help, Nick,” Folio says in a mocking tone. Nick can’t help but grin, even as he’s rolling his eyes.

When Folio comes back minutes later with a dish of mint, Nick no longer has it in him to be annoyed, because he hears the familiar sound of Noah introducing himself and the opening to a Bright Eyes song. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him.

The sincere nature with which Noah performs should make him feel ill. With anyone else, he would either be nauseated or talking shit, most likely both. Nick has been making fun of people like Noah for years. 

He almost regrets it, but he more regrets that he’s allowed Noah to make him soft. It almost turns his stomach when he realizes he’s listening to a Bright Eyes song with a smile on his face.

The end of paralysis, I was a statuette Now I’m drunk as hell on a piano bench And when I press the keys, it all gets reversed The sound of loneliness makes me happier

When Noah comes to the bar after, he still doesn’t need to be asked. There’s a Yuengling waiting for him, and Nick isn’t putting in an ounce of effort to wipe the grin off his face. He almost rejects it when Noah hands over a $10 bill, but he hasn’t gone quite that soft yet.

“Nice job tonight,” Nick tells him. The corners of Noah’s eyes crinkle when he smiles and Nick has to blink away the hearts in his eyes. Goddammit. “Are you parked illegally again?”

“I had just enough in my account to Uber here.”

“You need a lift home,” Nick says, feigning annoyance. Noah looks awfully shy when he nods. “You expect me to be the one to take you again.”

“No, you don’t have to, I—”

“I’m just fucking with you, pretty boy,” Nick interrupts, basking in the way the blush heats Noah’s cheeks. He can barely make it out in the dim lighting of the bar, but it hits him just right when he ducks his head and smiles. He could watch that over and over. “It’s still early, but if you can hang around for a while, I’ll take you home.”

When Nick pulls up out front, Noah is fidgeting with his hands, staring at his lap. It’s almost painfully cute, and Nick could sit here watching him until the sun rises, but he kind of wants to get home to his bed.

“Do you want to come up?” Noah asks suddenly, and when Nick looks over, his gaze is still focused on his hands in his lap, picking at his cuticles. “You don’t have to, it’s just that my roommates aren’t home and I just thought maybe—”

Nick doesn’t know exactly what’s gotten into him. He doesn’t know what Noah is just thinking, but he doesn’t even let him finish the thought before he’s deciding that his bed can wait.

He’s never decided before that his bed can wait.

“Relax, Noah,” Nick says, and when Noah meets his eyes, they’re a little wet. His hands are shaking, Nick can tell from here, and it’s all too endearing. “I’ll come keep you company.”

When Nick shifts the car back into drive, he swears he can see Noah’s eyes sparkling.

Noah’s apartment, decidedly, is a shithole. Not that Nick has any room to talk.

The walls are cracked, the paint chipped, the furniture mismatched in a way that you can tell it’s at least secondhand, but more likely plucked off the street. There’s that little bit of historic charm that makes it so Richmond. The art brings it all together for him—the wall-hangings, framed prints, records lining the walls. It’s all so Noah that it hurts. He wonders about the roommates, what hand they have to play in the decor, but it screams Noah more than anything.

Noah handed him a cup of tea ages ago and they’ve been sitting in silence since. It’s a little awkward, but he finds it comforting somehow, sitting in Noah’s company in his home that feels just like that—like home. He’s itching to thumb through the boxes of records in the corner by Noah’s turntable setup when Noah breaks the silence. Nick lets out a deep breath, relieved.

“Would it be weird if I wanted to play you something?” Noah asks, and he sounds awfully timid, like he’s afraid to ask. He’s never seen Noah look so small, shrunken down more than seems possible for someone of his height. Nick almost wants to reach out and touch. He wishes he could.

“Do I finally get to hear a Noah Davis original?” Nick asks, teasing. Noah’s returning look is uncertain and a little nervous. Nick hadn’t meant to push him, but Noah pushes it off quickly, laughing in an instant.

“Not yet,” Noah says, and Nick has so many questions that he’s not going to ask.

He wants to know so much about Noah that he doesn’t. He wants to know what Noah’s originals sound like. He just knows that he has them—the ultra-earnest types always do. He wants to know what it is that makes a boy with talent like that so shy, so seemingly uncertain of himself. He finds the little moments of confidence so enthralling, loving that side of Noah. The shy moments get him even more. He wants inside of his head so bad it pains him.

“There’s something I think you’ll like even more,” Noah continues, pulling his acoustic into his lap. He wonders how many times Noah has used this move—if it is a move, or if he’s just this painfully cute—and he wonders also when he became the teenage girl that falls for it. Nick’s interest is unequivocally piqued, whether Noah actually knows him in the way that he thinks he does, somehow.

When Noah starts playing, Nick’s mind travels back to the first night he ever saw him. Nick was wearing his favorite ratty old shirt—The Cure. Nick had been paying attention, from the moment he laid eyes on him. He had been paying such close attention that he had to slip out and have a panic attack into a greasy paper bag on the dirty, wet ground next to a dumpster. He never would have guessed that, even then, Noah was paying attention too.

It’s such a small thing, but he hasn’t felt seen like this in a long time.

He finds himself singing along, and Noah’s face lights up in a way that makes Nick’s stomach twist. He leans his head against the back of the couch—no doubt swiped off a Carytown curb—and closes his eyes. He feels happy in a way he hasn’t felt in years, safe in a way he hasn’t felt in over 700 days. He loves it here, in this shitty apartment with this terribly sweet boy.

He doesn’t quite know how he’s meant to feel about that.

However far away I will always love you However long I stay I will always love you Whatever words I say I will always love you

He’s so lost in his own world, lost in the comfort of the moment, that he doesn’t realize when Noah’s stopped playing. He’s taken out of his trance slightly when he feels a finger ghosting across the back of his hand, but he decides to stay in it a little longer.

“Nicky,” Noah whispers. Nick can feel breath ghosting across his cheek. Something in him twists when he lets it settle in that he doesn’t despise the nickname when it’s coming from Noah. “Nicky, can you look at me?” Nick opens his eyes and tilts his head—Noah is right there. His breath hitches, and Noah matches it. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

He has no idea what’s come over him. Deep down, he knows that he shouldn’t be doing this. He also knows that looking into Noah’s eyes, looking back at him so hopefully, he hasn’t wanted anything more in a long time. He doesn’t answer with his words, just leans in and captures Noah’s lips with his.

Noah sighs into it, promptly settling, cupping Nick’s cheek. Nick swipes his tongue along Noah’s bottom lip, savoring the way that Noah opens up for him without skipping a beat, letting Nick in. They kiss for what feels like ages. Nick has practically melted into the couch, feeling at once like he’s floating and sinking, and he’s so dazed that he almost doesn’t notice when Noah slides to the floor between his legs.

Noah doesn’t say anything. He places his hands on Nick’s thighs, and he can feel the heat radiating from Noah’s palms through his jeans. He knows what Noah wants—despite his best judgment, he really wants it too. He knows that Noah isn’t going to ask. He can see the anxiety in his expression. There’s a question in his eyes as he looks up, and Nick nods.

Of course you can, Noah.

Noah’s hands are shaking as he undoes Nick’s jeans, pulling his cock out. His stomach flips, not in the way that he’s used to. He doesn’t feel nauseated, twisty like normal, but he’s buzzing with it. He’s so singularly focused on Noah, on the way it feels when Noah licks around the head, sucks, sinks down further.

He tries not to feel embarrassed by his moans. They don’t even sound like they’re coming from him. They’re coming from somewhere far away, from someone else entirely. He forgot what this was like. He forgot he sounded like this. He forgot he could feel like this.

Noah is really talented with his mouth. He rolls his eyes, because of course he is.

“Fuck, Noah,” Nick groans, threading his fingers through Noah’s hair. He yanks on it a bit, not enough to pull him off or hurt him, just enough to make him moan and feel as it vibrates through him.

Nick keeps his hand in Noah’s hair, while Noah reaches for the other, grasping it in his own. Noah’s thumb grazes along his knuckles and the touch gives him butterflies.

His eyes travel down at their joined hands. He doesn’t normally look at his hands like this, and his stomach turns from butterflies into a painful twisting. Beneath Noah’s thumb, in the dim light of the apartment, he sees them just right. 

The scars along the back of his hand, his knuckles, his fingers. He’s taken back to his reality, to brick, to crashing glass, to screaming—

“Noah, stop,” Nick says, but Noah must not hear him. His voice is cracking, he can barely hear himself through the whooshing in his ears. His vision has tunneled and he can barely see. “Stop.”

When Noah pulls off, he doesn’t have a moment to speak before Nick is standing up and rushing back into his pants, rushing for the door. “I’m sorry, Noah.”

He’ll feel guilty about this later. Right now, he has to get out of here, have his panic attack alone in his car instead of in front of Noah.

“Nick, wait—”

But the door is already slamming behind him.

[pricegouge]

Hello for your consideration on non-canonical drabbles: reverse AU where reader is a bear and regular human Price has to figure out how to deal with this big ass bear who just wandered into his bar like she wanted a drink. Bear reader just watching the game on the TV like she knows what's going on and chuffing whenever a player fucks up and Price trying to quietly dial animal control. OK love you bye

Her ass does not have a valid ID

Okay no actually for this to work I think the bar needs one of those garage door fronts he'll leave open in the summer: 

So chic. Anyway,

It's one of those days where like, sure. This may as well happen. 

First the hostess quits on the spot after some snooty tourist was mean to her, then a waitress flops a tray full of alcoholic drinks on a table with children present (turns out there's just no consoling a mother when her toddler smells like well vodka, who knew?), then a line cook set a wok on fire and panicked, nearly dumping it in the sink before Simon caught him.

So when the patio guests start screaming and running, John's initial thought is less 'isn't this how war of the worlds started?' and more 'there's the central air unit blown up.' It's a strange experience, going from from thinking you'd be prepared for anything because the day's already thrown so much at you, to watching the biggest bear you've ever seen in your life wandering through your overhead door. 

Through the general din and chaos of panic, she just keeps waddling forward, unbothered. Expecting her to sniff out the food, John darts through saloon doors and orders everyone to get the fuck out the back exit, Soap hot on his heels. Simon doesn't listen because he never does, instead keeps his big nose stuck through the serving hatch, watching raptly.

"Can we get the fuck out of here?" John hollers, but the big man is far too curious for his own good. 

"That's a big mama," he breathes, fully ignoring the way Soap keeps pushing at his arm in an attempt to move him. 

"Si, come on," Soap pleads.

"Why? She's not doing anything." 

Bewildered, John follows his line of sight through the port, briefly distracted by the relief of noticing everyone who'd been in the dining area has long since fled. But then the bear rears up and places her forepaws on his nice, custom bar top as if she's gonna climb up there and he huffs indignantly.

"Oi!" He hollers out to her. "Get down!" 

"Cap, can we no' nip the heid of the fockin' bear?" 

John pays him no mind. "That was expensive, thanks, get your grubby paws off it!"

He doesn't realize he's waving his arm out the window until Simon pulls him away bodily. 

"Roight, call animal control," he orders. John hopes he's talking to Soap, cause he's too busy glaring daggers at the beast.

She's uncowed. She snags a bite from an abandoned plate of chicken, movements oddly delicate. As she chews, she takes in her surroundings and seems to settle on the bright lights of the TV behind the bar, enraptured.

"Making 'erself quite cozy," Simon grumbles.

John nods, checking to be sure Soap is calling the proper authorities. "Should we stay to be sure she doesn't wander off unsupervised?"

"She's not very threatening," Simon hedges.

Indeed, the bear just huffs agitatedly as the announcer bemoans an away team goal from the TV. As if upset by the update, she consoles herself with another helping of  expensive entre.

"Bet she's no' even a good tipper," Soap gripes from Simon's other side.

"You've calmed down some, eh?"

"Well, as long as she stays over there, I guess it's okay."

"You don't think she's gonna follow her nose back here, do you?" John worries.

Simon cocks his head in consideration, then grabs the stuffed haddock from the fully prepped plate in front of him with his bare hand and hucks it through the window. John sighs as it smears across his counter, but the bear looks even more offended, staring back at Simon with uncannily accusive eyes.

"Don't think she likes you, mate," John laughs. At this, she looks at John and chuffs in apparent agreement.

"Shite she's a smart one," Soap laughs. "Almost feel bad fer callin' 'er in."

As if to prove just how smart she is, her head whips around to Soap and she grumbles her displeasure at his words, backing herself away from the bar until she falls to all fours with a weary huff. She waddles off, the screams from the street indicating she's heading back toward the edge of town. Soap ducks away to let animal control know she's on the move while Simon starts cleaning his fish mess. 

"Think I'll go shut that bay door."

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[bluerosetarot]

Everyone on Task Force 141 knew you had a date tonight since you'd been going on and on about it for the past week, so when you come back to base with puffy cheeks and eyes still red from crying a certain someone comes to comfort you.

Tags: female reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley, hurt/comfort, mild descriptions of violence (Simon wants to hurt whoever hurt you, after all), PIV rebound sex.

Tagging @the-californicationist because you wanted me to tag you once I posted this.

You hadn't been with the task force for long, but your presence had certainly had an impact on the team as a whole in the year and a half you'd been around. Being the youngest and shortest had earned you official "little sister" status despite the fact you could toss all of them around at hand to hand practice thanks to your lower center of gravity and aikido background, with the exception of Simon. That man was not only tall but was surprisingly flexible, which you took as a personal challenge.

"One of these days I'm going to topple you, Ghost." You'd all just come back from a sparring match and were sitting around a table enjoying your beverages of choice.

"Of course you will, sweet'eart." He'd smile behind his cuppa without looking at you, but you could see the slight wrinkles around the corners of his eyes. "An' one 'a these days Price'll start layin' golden eggs so we can all retire."

So imagine everyone's surprise when you mention you were seeing someone, a civvie you'd met on a dating app. You'd been gushing over your crush and hadn't noticed Soap playfully nudge Simon in his side or the glare the taller man gave him in return.

"Going out to see him on next leave, said he wanted to take me somewhere nice for dinner. And before any of you try anything I don't need backup, or shadowed, or anything else. I know we're all a little paranoid here but I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself."

"Not you we'd be worried about, luv." Gaz gave you a knowing smile before continuing. "We're worried about the poor guy getting folded like a pretzel if 'is 'ands go anywhere they shouldn't, y'know?"

It took you a few months before you could properly go on a date; a mission got in the way, but you promised your new beau that as soon as you got back from your classified trip you'd be all his. Whenever you could, you messaged him, even sending him a few spicy pictures over the course of your flirting.

When the special night finally came around, you snuck off to your quarters to put on a lovely little black dress and did your makeup as best you could. Taking a look at yourself in the mirror, you psyched yourself up and inwardly hoped that you wouldn't run into anyone on your way out. That hope was quickly dashed upon the rocks of reality when you nearly ran into the brick wall named Ghost as you left the washroom.

"Bloody Jesus, Ghost. Trying to give me a heart attack?"

His answer was to scoff under his mask and lean against the wall beside you, those brown eyes of his looking you over as he slowly shook his head.

"Got no place to 'ide a knife, gun, or anythin' else. Sure you don't need any backup, luv?"

"I appreciate your concern, LT, but I should be fine."

He backed away with a chuckle, not expecting your tone to be so dry and he held up his hands in an appeasing gesture.

"Roight, roight. Well, knock 'im dead, luv. But if you aren't back by midnight, we'll all assume you turned into a pumpkin 'an start a search party. Deal?"

"Deal."

Your date went a bit... less than stellar. When you arrived at the restaurant, he'd been nearly a half hour late and was dressed more casual than you, but you weren't used to being all dolled up either so you gave him the benefit of the doubt. Conversation was minimal with him mostly talking about himself as you sat there bored until he hit you with a bombshell.

"You're hot like this, but now that you're my girl you're going to have to give up this whole military thing."

You'd been about to take a bite of food and nearly dropped your fork from laughing at what you thought was a joke, but he just got irritated.

"I'm serious. You can't go wasting your prime childbearing years pretending to be an action hero."

"Excuse me?" You matched his tone, a bit of annoyance seeping into your words. "What happened to you going nuts over my career plans? How you said you always liked a 'girl in uniform'?"

"Uniforms are hot, but I figured once we met, you'd realize you wanted a nice civilian life and leave all that fantasy behind you."

"Uh-huh..." Flagging down your waiter, you asked for the check. "I'll take my half of the check, please. This date is over."

"You can't just fucking leave!"

"I can..." Giving your card to the waiter, you then locked eyes with your sad excuse for a date. "And I will. See? I'm doing it right now."

Once your tab had been taken care of, you made a beeline for the door with the guy chasing after you, yelling at you to change your mind. He made the mistake of trying to grab your wrist, and you managed an aikido move that brought him down to a knee.

"You don't get to touch me that way, got it?"

You'd leaned down to stare daggers into him, a look you'd perfected from watching Ghost, and your failed date nodded in fear as he got up and backed away.

Turning on your heel, you made it to your car and closed the door before slumping over your steering wheel with a sigh. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, a mixture of sadness and anger. Willing yourself to wait until you got back to base for a good cry, you started the car and headed back but couldn't help a few stray tears from rolling down your cheeks.

It was a little past 2300 when you got back to base and, to your disappointment, there were a few lights still on. You'd hoped to take your walk of shame without anyone noticing, but fate had other plans. You hadn't realized that everyone in 141 was worried for you and stayed up to wait for you to come home.

Which meant that you opened the door to the common area, and four sets of eyes instantly looked up at you. All of them taking note of your tear streaked makeup making you feel warm and nervous.

Soap was the first one to speak up, cutting the tension with a joke.

"Aye, lass, who we needin' to knife up for ya?"

Price sat to his right and gave him a very good "not now" look as you clenched your jaw in annoyance.

"Don't want to talk about it." You turned to the Captain and gave him a polite nod. "Heading to bed, sir."

Taking a thoughtful puff of his cigar, he returned your nod.

"Right, everyone here should do the same. Lights out, everyone."

Gaz and Soap reluctantly got up. You could read it plain as day on their faces they wanted to pepper you with a thousand questions, but stern looks from both Price and Ghost made them think twice, and they both wished you a good night and hurried off to their rooms. Price followed after them after giving you one final concerned glance before heading down the hall.

It was Ghost that put a comforting hand on your shoulder. He had a way of sneaking up on everyone even when he was in plain sight, and this situation was no different. You tried your best to compose yourself before meeting his gaze, but something in his eyes made you break down when your eyes met and you let out a soft sound somewhere between a cry and a whimper.

"Fucking christ, look at me. All bent out of shape over little more than a schoolyard crush."

"If 'e 'urt ya I know plenty a places to hide a body 'round 'ere."

Where Soap has been jovial, you could tell Ghost was serious, and you couldn't stop an involuntary shiver creep down your spine before shaking your head.

"Not worth the effort, Ghost. But I appreciate it. Damn chauvinist thought I'd get one look at him and want to stop all my work here and pop out babies."

That got a laugh from the larger man, a deep rumble in his chest.

"Th' public doesn't realize all tha' we do to keep the world spinnin', luv. If you 'ad never joined up with us, who knows 'ow our missions would've gone. You've been damn good at not only covering our sixes on multiple occasions but..."

He trailed off, catching himself before he said something further. But this only made you more curious since this was the most words you'd ever hear the man string together outside of mission briefings.

"But what?"

"But... christ this is a bit embarrassing but you remind all of us what we're fightin' for, y'know? You remind us that we aren't just killin' machines an' that we're 'uman. That we do this to protect 'umanity, outside and within. Y' deserve someone who understands tha', not some chav bloke who sees y' as just a baby factory."

The hand that was on your shoulder went up to smooth his short hair back as his eyes looked away from yours. You thanked whatever god was up there that he did because he didn't see the blush creeping into your cheeks.

"Uhh... th-thanks, Ghost."

Those eyes locked back onto yours, and you could see the telltale crinkle of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that betrayed his smile.

"Y' can call me Simon, luv. Just between the two of us, yeah?"

"Yeah. I'll keep that in mind."

A heavy sigh left your lips, and you gave him a small smile.

"Simon. Think, uh... think you would want to join me for a bit tonight? It's been nice talking to someone who understands what's going on in my head."

That got an eyebrow raise from him, and he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Y' propositionin' your commanding officer now?"

His tone was low, tinted with humor, but his rough voice made it sound suggestive all the same. He left the question open, and it emboldened your reply.

"Well I need someone to really show me the difference between a "chav bloke" and a real man, don't I?"

With a look over his shoulder down the hall towards the barracks proper, no doubt making sure everyone else was already in bed, he nodded and gestured for you to lead the way.

"Ladies first, luv."

That earned him a playful punch in the arm, and you grabbed his hand in yours, leading him down the hall to your quarters.

Once inside your room with the door shut tight behind you, Simon was looming over you, pressing your body to the wall. In the dim light of your room you could barely see his eyes as they looked you over once more while his hand came up to cup your cheek.

"Y' sure about this, luv? Not that I mind bein' a rebound but I want to make sure y' really want this..."

He knew how to catch you off guard, that's for sure, and you gave him a reassuring nod. Your own hand reaching up to glide along his that caressed your face so gently, a welcome juxtaposition to his normally cold demeanor.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm actually glad that you, uh..."

Now it was your turn to stifle words better left unsaid, though those swallowed words turned into heat and crimson on your neck and cheeks as embarrassment kept you from saying what was really on your mind.

In truth you'd always had a "thing" for the big badass types, the "scary dogs", outcasts, loners, and Gho- Simon, you reminded yourself, ticked off all the boxes to pique your interest. He'd always given off just enough tidbits about himself, crumbs that you had devoured in the fire of your curiosity that only proved to stoke it into a further inferno. The date you'd gone on tonight? He was meant to be a distraction from the man you couldn't have had, shouldn't have been able to have, yet here he was gazing down into your very soul in your quarters.

"Glad? Glad for wha', luv?"

Simon had picked up on that thread you left dangling and you could hear the smirk in his voice as he pressed further. Both his body squeezing against you and his words pressing the opening he'd found.

"Glad y' got th' big, scary Ghost as y' own personal toy for th' night? Glad that you'll get to experience a real man in y' bed tonoight?"

Each word brought his face closer to yours and you watched as his hand slid from your cheek to his mask, pulling it down past his mouth and finally letting you see his face. Your mind went blank for a second as you took in his features for the brief moment he hovered in front of you before he buried his face in your neck to kiss the sensitive skin there.

The kiss was gentle, lips pressing to your jugular as your heart raced so fast you could swear he'd be able to feel your pulse through his lips. Even gentle as it was you couldn't stop the soft sound that escaped your own lips.

"Am I on the money, sweet'eart? You been 'oping I'd get jealous or somethin' like that?"

Teeth grazed against your neck and a jolt of pleasurable lightning raced down your spine.

"Well... between you an' me... I've been very jealous, luv. 'Ere I thought some young bloke was gonna steal you away from us, from me, before I got to show you 'ow I felt about you..."

As his lips and teeth continued to explore your neck his hand grabbed yours and brought it down to palm at his tented trousers, the size of him made you gasp involuntarily and you felt his low rumbling laughter deep in his chest.

"S-simon... I've never had someone so... so... big before."

"Don't worry, sweet'eart... I'll take my time and show you 'ow a true gentleman treats a lady like yourself."

Simon picked you up with ease, walking the few steps to the bed and setting you down on the edge. No sooner had your backside met the mattress he was hiking up that short black dress over your thighs to expose the matching black lace panties you had worn.

"You were plannin' on spoilin' that bloke tonight, weren't you, sweet'eart? Or, an' correct me if I'm wrong..."

His thick, calloused fingers pressed against your clothed slit, finding your nub and rubbing it through the scant cotton and lace as his eyes locked onto yours again.

"...Or were you 'opin' that 'e'd left you alone and that this exact scenario would 'appen, you comin' back to base wantin' me to 'elp you feel better?"

"F-fuck, Simon... I... ahh... that's n-not what I was hoping for at all..."

He rolled his eyes, not believing you, and slid the panties aside to slide one finger inside to entice a moan from you.

"Christ! Fine, yes, I.. I wanted my date to be you tonight... but how am I supposed to bring that up? Just walk up to you and say "hey, LT, how's about a shag tonight after supper?""

That earned you a second finger inside and another laugh.

"I knew y' were a brat at trainin' but damn am I glad you aren't a shrinkin' violet in the bedroom. Makes this more fun."

For what felt like an eternity he slowly widened you in preparation for his shaft. Simon was a patient man, for the most part, but those moans and sounds you were making for him and him alone were wearing down that patience. Still, he had promised to treat you like a proper lady and only when he could slide three fingers inside easily did he stop his work.

"Do us a favor and clean these off for me, luv. My mouth 'as more important things t' do."

Unceremoniously he slid his slickened fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself as he leaned down to bury his face between your legs. That tongue of his quickly found your nub and circled around it, alternating between that and his lips puckering around it to suck on it. The fingers in your mouth did nothing to muffle the noises he was coaxing from you as your thighs clamped down on either side of his head. Somewhere in the back of your mind you were cognizant of putting too much pressure on him but it was quickly drowned out by your building climax.

Simon felt it building in you as well; the way your thighs got tighter around his head, the throbbing of your nub in his mouth, and the quivering of your slit. In the mess of it all your hands had come down to grip his short hair, tugging on it as if trying to pull him closer.

"Tha's it, luv, cum for me."

Barely above the haze of lust you registered Simon's command as you felt yourself come undone for him. Your own slick mixing with his spit to coat your inner thighs as he lapped greedily at everything you had to give him. Eventually your orgasm began to subside and you took notice of him standing up from where he had knelt. The sound of leather on denim was barely audible above your panting, followed by a zipper being pulled down. Craning your head up off the mattress you finally saw his full length in the dim light of the room as he slowly rutted against your womanhood.

"I think y' should be ready for this, luv. But I wanna hear y' say it. Tell me 'ow badly y' need this inside..."

"I... fuck..."

Word were hard to come by in your lust filled haze, biting your lower lip in concentration you finally were able to articulate the words.

"Take me, Simon! I want every inch of that inside me now!"

"Needy, aren't ya? Don't worry, I got exactly wha' y' need roight... here..."

On that last syllable he slid his full length inside of you in one fluid stroke. You could swear he crashed up against the back of your womb with how big he was and before you could cry out he locked his lips onto yours, stifling any sound you made.

You two lay there connected, Simon not moving until you were used to him, for a few brief moments before he pulled away from the kiss to gaze into your eyes. You gave him a wordless nod to reassure him you were okay before he started his thrusting in earnest. Slow, full strokes to make sure you felt every inch of his desire for you.

"Been 'oping to 'ave y' like this for awhile now, sweet'eart.. sure when y' first started up 'ere I was skeptical..."

Your brain was barely paying attention to his words, still shrouded in a fog of lust. Simon, on the other hand, was talking to take his mind off the pleasure you were giving him so he could last longer than a few pumps.

"But after I saw y' toss Gaz an' Soap around in 'and t' 'and I thought maybe y' were alroight after all..."

Now even Simon was barely registering his own words as his thrusts started to pick up the pace, chasing his own orgasm as he felt your body tense under him while your second climax built up inside you.

His hands went from your hips to your own hands, lacing both your fingers together as he held your hands above your head and leaned down to kiss you again. There was a bit more force, a bit more need behind this one and with a low growl he slammed his hips against yours one more time, burying himself deep as he emptied into you. Your own climax hitting at the same time made it feel like your walls were milking him dry.

Both of you were spent after that; a sweaty mess of half clothed bodies that clung to each other tightly. He didn't want to pull out but he wanted to lay you on the bed proper, opting to slide himself out from between your legs and gingerly place you on the bed before laying down next to you. Once he was settled in beside you, your hands wrapped around him in a loose embrace as you rested your cheek on his chest, feeling the slow rise and fall from his breath.

A heavy arm draped over you, pulling you in tightly as you both lay there in the dark. Simon was the first to break the silence, kissing the top of your head.

"May not 'ave been a proper date, sweet'eart. But I promise we'll 'ave one eventually. Now get some sleep, I'll be 'ere in the mornin'."

[projectbluearcadia]

[ NSFW | Minors DNI ] Wordcount - 672

Business Trip

Yes, I do have a voice kink. Problem?

I sigh. Lucifer hasn't been home in three days. I know he's busy, but I miss studying with him working away over the scent of coffee and sound of Mozart's Requiem. I even missed his annoying habit of clicking his pen when he was irritated.

And then, miraculously, he sends me a text.

Lucifer: Are you still awake? Me: Yes. Can you send me a picture of you? I miss you :( Lucifer: Picture.

I feel the blood rush to my face, and for a moment, I have to make sure the door is closed before I find myself staring at the image he sent me. He was sitting in a loose towel, a few beads of water still stubbornly clinging to his hair though the rest of him looked dry.

Me: You're so bad, you know that? Lucifer: Please. Like you don't send me pictures of you in the lingerie I bought you when I'm in the middle of a meeting. Me: Yeah? And? Lucifer: If was there right now, you'd already be bent over, and you know it, naughty girl.

I start typing, only for my ringtone to start playing as the caller ID reads "Luci."

"In a mood, are we?" I ask, and his sonorous chuckle plays through the speaker, tickling my ears.

"Aren't you?"

"Maybe I am," I tease.

"Then strip. Now." I shiver, a familiar tingle already running through my body at the sound of his lowered voice. Even when he wasn't physically present, his dominance shredded any control I might have had.

"Yes sir," I whisper, and then my hands are under my shirt, feeling up my stomach the same way he always does as I drag the cloth of my shirt up and off my body. I already craved the feel of his hands as I slid my fingers down my thighs, rolling my pants off.

"Show me."

I bite my lip as I shudderingly open my camera, taking a picture of myself and blushing as I see a small stain in my underwear. I find myself hoping he'll tease me about it.

"Good girl," he praises sweetly, and I whimper in response, squeezing my legs together. "You're already ready, aren't you? It's okay; touch yourself, honey. I want you to come." Permission? This early? Not that I'm really complaining.

"Lucifer," I rasp as I glance my fingers under what remains of my clothing.

"Yes, love?" he purrs, his lust bleeding through every sound byte.

"Fuck me," I breathe, almost unconsciously, as I press into my clit, and Lucifer chortles to himself.

"Are you that desperate for me already?" A quiet, fleshy smack echoes, and I feel my face warm with the thought of what the sound was from.

"No?" I lie, blatantly, full-well knowing that Lucifer is going to remember it, and use it as an excuse to confine me to his room for a few days.

"Are you trying to wind me up?"

"No," I lie again, smiling before I let out a higher-pitched whine as my fingers start to get soaked.

"You are fast approaching being tied to my bed."

"Yeah? What are you going to do once I'm tied down?"

"Mmmm..." he hums, and I writhe in response as his rumbling timbre rakes down my spine. "I think to start, I'll spread your legs wide..."

I shiver, biting my lip as I hear another questionable slap. My fingers work on my sensitive bud, soft moans leaving my lips as I do so.

"...leave you completely exposed to me..."

I sharply inhale. I want more.

"...and lick your cute little pussy..."

"Ah," I groan out through my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut. He sounds more guttural now, more possessive.

"...until you're a screaming fucking mess."

"Ah...!" I gasp, my lips parting in a silent wail as I finish, a soft groan of Lucifer's crawling in my ear. "Fuck me. Lucifer, please fuck me... Need you..." I can hear him chuckle.

"Wait until I get home tomorrow, love. You'd better be prepared."

[storiesundercandlelight]

hii so it’s me again and i have a couple ideas i really love the upper hand fic u did so maybe you could do a pt.2 id love it tysm so much 🥰

The Upper Hand Pt 2

Ah so so happy you enjoyed the first part!!! Again (as always because I'm both lazy and too keen to post finished fics) I haven't checked this over for errors yet! NSFW+18

"We're running low, too low in fact - I know of at least two patients in Whitechapel that have been experiencing nausea and I don't have enough to make the tonics" You sighed at Jonathan's words, knowing full well that meant another trek out to one of the abandoned pharmacies in the city.

"Why don't you use the hospitals supplies? It seems rather stupid when we are quite literally here in the hospital"

"The hospital is short as well, I can't take their supplies when someone here may need it - the nearest pharmacy we can check isn't that far"

"No no, not that far, just around a few corners, through a pack of Skals and a bunch or two of Priwen's delightfully dull patrols" You sighed again, your arms flopping over your face as you laid across the small hospital bed Jonathan had in his office.

"So dramatic"

"I bet you any money there's enough in the supply room to make the tonics and leave the hospital enough"

"Oh? I wasn't aware of your new position as the inventory keeper" You rolled your eyes and shot up from the bed, grabbing Jonathan by the arm and pulling him with you towards the door. His arms were cold, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, exposing his skin to the warmth of your hand.

You made quick work of dragging Jonathan along with you to the supply room a few doors down, you stopped only once you were outside the door, an impatient look cast towards Jonathan as he reluctantly pulled his keys from his trouser pockets to unlock the door. "You are unbelievably stubborn"

"And you are unbelievably boring but we can't all win"

"You weren't saying that the other night" Jonathan muttered as he unlocked the door. The night in question came flooding back to you, the teasing between you turning into a rather heated night. The imagery your mind replayed had you heating up as Jonathan held the door open for you.

"I thought you'd given up that smug little look of yours"

"Of course not, I still have the upper hand remember?" You rolled your eyes as you looked over the small but cluttered supply room, a large shelf sat in the centre of the room, so full you couldn't see through it to the other side. Surely with all of these bottles and boxes Jonathan could take what was needed without venturing out into the city.

You almost said as much but Jonathan had already begun searching the shelves for what he needed. You watched and then followed him around the shelf as he searched. Your eyes wandering over his form, lingering on his exposed forearms as he reached up to inspect the label on a bottle on a higher shelf. "It's rude to stare"

You tried to suppress the heat you felt rising to your cheeks but you were sure if you looked in a mirror you'd be red. "No staring. Simply waiting with oh so much patience for you to hurry up"

"You're the one who wanted to get the supplies from in here, which by the way is stealing"

"You're everyone's favourite doctor, they wouldn't even suspect you"

"Hmm so I get to be someone else's downfall do I?"

You ignored him, allowing your eyes to venture once more, no point stopping now. You had to admit Jonathan was a fine sight, for a doctor especially. His hair was neatly slicked back, you remembered the feeling of the shorter hair at the back and sides against your fingers. The way he'd used his tongue, teased you, so confident in making a point.

Damn. You'd done a fine job of working yourself up now. Even the little lip bite Jonathan was subconsciously pulling off as he checked more labels had you wishing you were still in his office. Although...he had relocked the door hadn't he? You leant back just enough to see past the shelf, eyes flicking in the direction of the door briefly to check it was in fact closed. The keys in the lock confirming your suspicions.

You moved quickly then, pushing yourself rather elegantly between the shelf and Jonathan. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you back" you gave him no other notice as you dropped to your knees, hands already working his belt open and pulling at his trousers.

Jonathan's whole body tensed as he sucked in a breath he didn't need. "You can't be serious?! Here?!" His whispered yell would have made you laugh if you weren't so focused on pulling him out of his trousers.

In all fairness he could have stopped it, he could have pulled away and stopped you before you started. But he didn't. And he lost all thoughts of doing so when he felt the heat of your mouth wrap around him, working him up very quickly to full hardness. "God" He sighed, allowing himself to lean by the forearm against the shelf as you moved your mouth along the length of him.

He felt his legs twitch when you licked the tip of him, teasing him before taking his length again, moving with an admirable if not infuriating determination. Jonathan let his forehead drop, resting it on the arm against the shelf as soft moans started falling from his lips. He was sure the more sensible part of him was screaming at him to stop this madness, they were in the supply room for gods sake, anyone with a key could walk in.

He could feel his body tensing, that same coil he felt the other night tightening as he neared his release. But just as he thought the end was coming, you slowed down to a brutally slow pace. Jonathan groaned in both annoyance and lust as you leisurely teased your tongue long him, placing only gentle kisses to the tip of his length. He allowed himself to look down at you, you didn't meet his gaze, too fixed on your current task but he saw it...that little smirk. Well...he wasn't about to give up his hold on the lead just yet. Jonathan pulled away from you, startling you when his hands gripped onto your arms, pulling you up and turning you to face the shelf.

"I don't appreciate being teased"

"The feelings mutual my dear, but you deserve it after the other night" You felt Jonathan's hands at the fastenings of your trousers for only a second before he pulled them down, your exposed behind pressing against his length. "If I had known this is all it takes to make you snap I would have done this ages ago"

"I am going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to make your little jokes anymore" You gasped as Jonathan pressed you against the shelf harder, pulling your hips back against his with one hand while the other gripped the shelf your head was against.

"Such filthy words again doctor! You should really-" You words were cut off as Jonathan pushed into you, your body taking him so easily as he pressed in to the hilt. He gave you a moment, but that was all. Jonathan set an equally determined pace as he moved his hips against you, your grip on the shelves tightening as you tried to keep yourself upright against this delicious assault.

Moments that you wished would last forever passed as you moved against each other - mindful of the noise you were both making as Jonathan moved his hips. You almost didn't noticed the handle of the door jiggling as someone tried to open it. Jonathan's body went still as you both froze, he knew the keys in the lock should stop anyone from the outside being able to unlock the door but that wouldn't explain why he was in the supply room with you with the door locked, not to mention the state you would both be in.

"Blast it I forgot my keys!" Edgars voice sounded from the other side of the door, Jonathan cursed.

"Why am I always getting into trouble with you?" before you could answer Jonathan was moving again, this time as quickly as your position would allow him. You would have called him mad but you knew better than to test him at this point, so you simply held on for dear life as he pushed you both towards your ends.

He wasn't sure if it was the location, the fact that Edgar was likely on his way back or simply from having you again - especially like this, that had Jonathan slipping over the edge, gasping against your shoulder as he filled you. You followed as soon as the heat of him entered you, biting down on your hand to stop the moan that threatened to fall from your lips.

You wished you could have stayed like that for longer but Jonathan had already pulled away, gathering himself together before helping you do the same. You both rushed towards the door, Jonathan's hand quickly finding the keys in the lock and turning them.

It was almost comical how his head shot out, checking left and right to see if the coast was clear before he ushered you out and down the hallway to his office. "That is the last time I listen to one of your ideas"

"Don't even try to tell me you didn't enjoy that"

"I'm not, although I would prefer one of these days to do that with you in a location where we don't have to be quiet" You smirked, hands finding the now wrinkled collar of Jonathan's shirt.

"I'm sure that can be arranged"

"Hmm... so what are we even now?" Jonathan's look of disappointment wasn't easily missed as it crossed his features. "I was enjoying being in the lead"

"Well you'll just have to get back in front then wont you?"

"Hmm" Jonathan turned his head, frowning suddenly. "You do realise we didn't find the supplies we needed... we're going out for them" You groan of annoyance only caused him to chuckle as he reached for your coats. It seemed the night was very far from being over.

[tinyidle]

Ok ok hear me out: Soyeon sorta has like 2 personalities in Queencard right? Like shy nerd and then sexy mysterious girl? Ok so imagine being her best friend and being a nerd like her and asking her to take your virginity and she completely surprises you by going all hard-dom mode ahhhh-

I WOULD DIE-

WAIT you have a point !! nsfw, fem reader, harddom, suggestive smut, fiction ofc

the shy nerdy part of her suppresses the sexy mysterious girl she is inside. it's until she taps into inner self when she realizes she's been a queencard all along (aka we're all confident inside when we tap into our inner self)

sappy theory stuff aside, id imagine the nerdy side of soyeon being worried about you being sure you wanted your virginity taken, especially by her.

"are you sure?" she'd ask, fixing her glasses as you looked at her matter-of-factly.

you breathed in before repeating yourself, "i want you to be my first." you took her hand and rubbed it against your own palm, your purple manicure lightly touching her beige nails. "you know how i love and trust you more than anything, and im into women more than the guys ive ever dated. please," you explained and pleaded.

after thinking about it and biting her lip in slight nervousness, she nodded and stood upright, holding your hands firmly. "okay," she agreed. soyeon took off her glasses and watched you with a newfound love, care, and lust. "let me know if i get too rough, alright?"

you would be confused, but you'd nod in understanding. "go as hard as you like," you suggested. "i want to feel all of you."

what you didn't get was that, once you gave her the go-ahead, soyeon would go HARD. pushing you down and making sure you got used to her fingers before fucking you hard, and introduce you to her strap. she'd work you into taking a good portion of the fake dick in your mouth before throat fucking you raw, all while making sure you'd use a color system in case she went too far. same would go with actually fucking you.

by the end of this she'd be so caring, making sure to tend to any bruising she caused you, and rubbing any of your sore spots as you smiled at her lovingly.

"thank you," you said as soyeon kissed every unhurt inch of skin.

she'd look at you, smiling as you did so as well. "you're welcome. if you need me for anything else, let me know so i can help you."

[wsknbfanaccnt]

Hi beautiful!!

I was wondering if you can write a drabble, or whatever you want, about weird habits of the Gom+Taiga (maybe Takao also? He's such a cutie).

That would be fun!

Love,

V.

HI VESPER HEHEH

this was legit so fun to make lol

Enjoy~!

H/Cs of Their Weird Habits/Traits

GOM + Kagami ft. Takao

Akashi Seijuro

bites his nails

especially when he's anxious? he's also a perfectionist so it kinda makes sense

he likes talking to Yukimaru (his horse)

he's actually very soft and caring for his lil white horsey

Id think hes the mom of the GOM

he has everything everyone needs even if it's smth insane idk

"Hey does anyone have cotton pads?"

this bitch pulls a container from his pocket

"Here, keep the container as well."

"What? I only need one-"

"I insist."

he also paces when thinking

sometimes he accidentally paces Yukimaru and he be like "Oh- we've been going around in circles this entire time... Sorry, boy. I have quite a lot on my mind lately..."

Idk why but I always thought him a heavy sleeper

he despises getting up in the morning

Kuroko Tetsuya

he always orders the same food at a restaurant

like bro pick something new

I don't think he likes trying new food very much

to the point that he'd become a regular customer

"Hello! Welcome to [store name]! Ah, it's Kuroko-kun!"

"The usual please."

"Coming right up!"

this guy also has imaginary friends

he's invisible right so when he wants to talk to someone and no one can hear him he talks to his 'imaginary friends'

it's a habit that he picked up in childhood

its kinda sad now that i think about it LMFAO

Midorima Shintaro

this guys personal hygiene is INSANE

he will spend like an hour in the shower making sure that every single square inch of his body is clean

he also likes wearing mens perfume

idk he just seems like that kinda person to me

he also refuses to leave any food on his plate

even if he's like really full

you will not see a single grain of rice left on this man's plate

istfg he'd lick it clean if he could

he sleeps with a lil bear stuffed toy every night

his first lucky item ever

and he kept it ever since

Kise Ryouta

Ik this is kise but somehow he gives me the vibes of planning everything down to the smallest detail

"So this is our itinerary for today! At 1:00 we can take a little lunch at Maji Burger, and we should finish at around 1:50, and we should go to the bathroom before leaving so 10 minutes is enough for that I think... and then-"

reminds me of Monica from Friends lol

originally I thought this for Midorima but then I imagined Kise being all enthusiastic about his plans and I was like yeah that sounds about right

this guy likes to whistle too

like

to songs

and sometimes you'd catch him whistling to a BTS song while in the men's locker room

Aomine would tease him for it but Kise always says that he likes Kpop

Aomine Daiki

Going off of Kise's, he thinks its funny and cringe that Kise listens to Kpop

Even though he listens to Kpop himself

he'd never admit it

so he's afraid of bees right

canonically he is

he always lets out this shrill scream

literally the only time he screams like a girl

oh and he breaks things when hes angry

the only thing he hasn't broken before in his house when he was angry is his mai-chan magazines LMFAO

Murasakibara Atsushi

so he's canonically tone deaf

which means of course he likes to hum a few songs every now and then

no one knows what the hell he's humming

Himuro always knows tho SOMEHOW

"Murasakibaracchi, what are you humming this time?"

"Ehh... I forgot the title of the song... the chorus kinda goes like-" *hums random notes*

Himuro goes "Oh is that California Girls by Katy Perry?"

"Yeah... That one. I like the music video..."

the GOM just looks at Himuro and him with shock

the GOM eventually gave up on asking tbh

and

he LOVES Disney

Kagami Taiga

this is weird but idk he sniffs frequently?

I think this is a habit that he picked up in America

I have no idea

also he can't drive

like literally his hand-eye coordination should be better because he'd a basketball player but when it comes to driving it just all goes away

Aomine tried to teach him at one point

lets just say Aomine was more scared than he was when he met Kuroko for the first time

also you can almost never understand what he's saying when he's typing

he doesn't even have autocorrect which idk if thats better or worse

"hy fo we habve pporactiove tiduay"

"...what?"

he often resorts to voice messages instead

Takao Kazunari

100% adrenaline junkie

loves skydiving and hiking and traveling to very risky places

but he CANNOT for the life of him ever go to a historically haunted place

he also has a playlist in Spotify for every single mood he's in

like literally he has like 10+ playlists

Can be wild and normal

He has playlists from "Driving late at night" to "sewing machine vibes"

what even is that Takao

also he loves video games

he owns litearlly every single major game released since like 2001

he has finished every single one of those games and has a shelf to stack them

Playstation, Xbox, Wii, Nintendo PC

he has all of them

Bonus:

hes AR60

mains Hutao and Ganyu, depending on his mood

Hutao's highest crit is 2 million

he's also soft for bennett

[the-illiterate-pirate]

PACO CONTENT FRESH OFF THE PRESS

I did it I'm the best I made the first JoJolands reader insert SUCK IT

Paco is so cool. Araki is a G for having a character that canonically got held back in school and I applaud him for that

Lover Boy

TITLE SUBJECT TO CHANGE I WANNA USE IT FOR SOMETHING ELSE but I couldn't think of anything. Notes: SFW, reader is gn but Paco calls them "Doll", enemies to lovers speedrun, Paco and Reader curse like. A lot. Usagi uses text speech because I KNOW HE DOES

Ever since your first mission with Jodio and his team, Paco despised you. You couldn't tell why, for all you knew, there wasn't anything you'd done to irk the guy. You got along well with Dragona, Usagi was happy to have someone new, hell, it was Jodio who introduced you to the group. So why the hell was Paco so against it?

Paco wasn't up front with his disdain against you, but you could read between the lines. He was meaner when he talked to you, unlike the others, took any chance he could to manhandle you and even went as far as leaving bruises where he grabs. And worst of all Paco treated you like a child. You were never allowed to do anything around the bastard. You hated it. Paco could treat you like shit, but you would bite back, too.

Currently you were stuck in a hotel. It was your job to grab the rooms at a nearby hotel while the others made some last minute plans for the latest mission. Nothing big, but it was pretty important. The clock on your phone read 6:26. You were early, but waiting in the hot sun and carrying heavy bags in such a dodgy part of the city was a big no go.

"Hi~! I'm here to check in under Joestar? I am a bit early, I hope that won't be a problem~!" You tried on your cheeriest facade, despite how the pitch of your voice grinded on your nerves. The man behind the counter seemed to enjoy it, unlike you. The sound of your happy voice made him perk up in the slightest. "Hello! Here, let me see... Ah, yes, we have two rooms under the name! It says you're supposed to check in at 6:30, but being four minutes early shouldn't be a problem!" He entered something into a computer you couldn't see. The loud taps on the keyboard echoed in the empty entrance room. "Rooms are already paid for... I'll just need to see some ID to make sure you're twenty-one or older."

Shit.

Without missing a beat, you grabbed the fake license in your pants pocket, "'Course, sir!"

You had faith in Dragona's skill in making fake IDs, didn't make it any less nerve wracking to be checked. What a stupid rule. One wrong step and your plans for the next three days would blow up in your face.

The young man behind the counter studied your card closely. This time you heard the keyboard clatter followed by the click of a mouse. Every jab at the plastic keys felt like a nail in your coffin.

He knew it was a fake. He was waiting for you to crack. There was no way a check-in normally took this long.

"And done! Thank you for waiting, the internet has been acting slow lately,"

Oh?

He gave you your driver's license back along with two plastic cards. "Those are your room keys; don't lose them! They'll give you access to the pool, as well as the laundry room. You'll go to the third floor using the elevator down your left, rooms 308, and 309, on your right!"

"Alrighty! Thank you, sir!" You blew him a teasing kiss before grabbing your bags and scurrying to find the elevator. Once you entered and jabbed your finger into the button marked with a fading 3, you shot Usagi a text.

Rooms are secured

gr8!

ur rm is 309 relax untl we get there. u deserve it!!!

Translation: Great. Your room is 309, relax until we get there, you deserve it.)

You roll your eyes but smile fondly at Usagi's stupid way of texting. "Green" and "Pinkie" said they'd be here to retrieve you in an hour or two, so that gave you plenty of time to clean yourself up. A whole hour in a nicely air conditioned room and you didn't have to do jack shit. Sweet.

The crisp air conditioning hit you immediately after you opened your door. You were forced to let loose a deep sigh, eyes closing as you took in the sweet, sweet feeling of heaven on earth. This had to be what heaven was like: dark, cold, with a soft freshly made bed calling your name like a hymn.

Only one bed? Usagi did say this was your room... Maybe the boys were going to share a room, and they gave you your own space! Lucky~. But if you had to split with someone else you were definitely picking Dragona. He was warm, and a good cuddler.

The handle to your door jiggled, just as you had slipped off your shoes to relax in bed. Of course the door was locked, and you'd have to open it since you had the key. You sighed, exhausted, but got up anyway. You swore, if it was Jodio to retrieve you for the mission, you were going to give him a piece of your mind. You just got the rooms! You wanted to relax! And maybe check out the pool.

You opened the door about to greet whoever it was until the words caught in your mouth. The hat. The frame. The stupid, shitty belts.

"Paco?!"

"You?! What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Trying to relax, can't say it'll be easy after seeing your ugly mug so soon." You snicker, pretty proud of yourself for coming up with that so quickly. "You come here for your room key? It's right here, so go bother someone else while I destress." You took the plastic card out of your pocket, dangling it in front of his angry face like car keys to a baby.

"Leave? You're in my room, doll."

"Doll?!"

He pushed past you, ignoring the disgusted grunt when he put his hand on your arm. He crossed his arms over his broad, bare chest, and you knew immediately what he was doing, standing above your bed. You hissed, "Don't you dare."

Paco raised an eyebrow as if to say "Or what?"

You both stared the other down. Until Paco sealed his fate, sitting on the edge of your bed. "Ugh, damnit! Can't I have anything good without you messing it up?! This is my room!"

"You're room? I already told you, it's mine! Usagi himself said so!"

"Usagi told you?" You say, skeptical. "Whatever. Are you sure you didn't get the numbers mixed up? Surely you didn't actually think you'd get your own room?"

"Oh, what. You think I got 308 and 309 mixed up?!"

"I wouldn't doubt it... You don't exactly have the cleanest record, Paco. Remind me, who was the one that got held back in school like, two times?"

That pissed him off. Paco reacted like you'd just slapped him in the face. You took a little victory in getting to wipe off that shitty smirk he had.

"...God, what the hell is your damage? Why do you have to be such an ass?"

"Someone has to knock you down a couple pegs." You shot back heatedly.

Quickly, he was off the bed again. This time he marched right back to you, grabbing your arm in a bear trap and your chin in his other hand. You were used to his manhandling, Paco didn't scare you. But you understood he was bigger than you, and he wouldn't have any trouble taking you down. Paco didn't scare you, but even you could admit he was intimidating from this angle. He had his crooked nose right against yours, beady black eyes staring you down, but you stayed strong.

"It's hard to treat you seriously when you act like such a bitch." He rumbled against your face. "Does nothing good ever come out of your mouth?"

"On occasion. But it's only when I'm not talking to someone I hate." His grip got a little tighter. "Now let go of me."

"I'll let go once you apologize."

"You're gonna be waiting for a while, then." You say rather smug. "I'm not apologizing for shit."

"It's hard not to do anything to you sometimes. You know that? I try not to do anything brash but it's pretty fucking hard when you don't shut your damn mouth."

"Aw, not a fan of my voice, Lovelantes? You'll have to shut me up yourself, then."

"Shut up."

You lean in closer, enough to feel his ragged labored breathing fanning your face. "Make me."

Suddenly, his mouth was on yours. The pressure of his lips pressing against yours shocked you frozen. His kiss was all teeth and drool, angry huffs of breath against the side of your face as he kept pressing deeper. You weren't sure why your body decided to kiss back, one hand tangling in his straw colored hair and the other running against the muscles of his arm. He felt solid and strong, and in a way you thought it was really hot.

He moved forward, and you moved backwards, keeping this up until Paco had the back of your knees against the bed. You fell, lips only disconnecting once, when your head hit the mattress, and his mouth was on yours again immediately. The hands that were once in a vice grip against your wrist and chin now cupped your face with a surprising gentleness you didn't know Paco was capable of. While your hands explored his body wildly, Paco was placid on top of you, lips much more softer than before as they moved against yours.

"You're not nearly as smart as you think you are." Paco spoke against your lips after you broke apart. He watched you catch your breath. You stayed up at him dumbfounded, and he stared back, the faintest smile on his face.

"I don't... I-I don't get it. I thought, you hated me. What changed?"

"Hate you? I never hated you! You're just... Very annoying. Most of the time." He chuckled a little. "It's a little cute. But only sometimes."

You blurt out, "But–! What about all those times we fought, like just now!"

"Yeah... Thinking about it now, it probably wasn't the best way to talk to you. I thought it was all play fighting, like what me and Jodio do! I didn't think you took it to heart... Not until you said you hated me." He pouted. And shit. It was... Kind of cute.

You desperately try to understand how you could have possibly missed something so big. As gargantuan as. A crush? "You were always so rude. And you never let me do anything on missions. Why's that?"

He clicked his tongue. "You aren't exactly the most level headed person. If I just let you go around doing whatever, you'd get hurt. I didn't want that."

"Oh, my god." You fall back into the bed, staring past Paco at the ceiling. He finally let go, a little reluctantly, and collapsed beside you to do the same. "I can't believe it. Am I really so dense that I couldn't tell you... Liked me?"

"Yeah. You are." Paco laughed lightly, "..But I guess I wasn't any help either. Sorry. I don't actually think you're a bitch either. You have your moments... But you're mostly pretty cool."

"Yeah. Likewise." You pause. Then add on, "I don't think you're stupid. Or ugly. Actually you're... You're kind of... cute."

Paco turned to shoot you a hot look and a quirked eyebrow. "Really? You think I'm cute?"

"Don't let it get to your head."

"You're a little late, doll." You roll your eyes at the pet name.

He wiggled a little closer, on his side now. He gently grabbed your face again to make you look at him. The playful expression was gone, changed with something a little more serious. "Since we still have time to burn. I want another kiss. A real one this time." You giggled,

"Was the first one not good enough?" But you wiggled a little closer. 

"It was. But I know you can do better." He sealed your lips in another kiss. One softer than the first, no burning emotion or anger. It was quicker, and left your lips tingling in a good way.

And you kissed again. And one more. Until you decide to collapse into a shared mess of tangles, enjoying the bed and the AC together until duty called.

  

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[shreddeddescent]

What about something with them as kids?

A drawing or comic or rant or something :9

Some more angst but child-trauma/abuse style

to be completely honest, im not sure how specific i wanna get into with their childhood. like there's a reason i started any writing of this with a flashback, i only let them talk about their experiences and not show them. their memories of it are more important than depicting events. i guess anything id show would need to be a shared memory, probably something in their little shared room. to have a real clear picture of their own shit they'd need to corroborate their story.

maybe thats a dumb answer to this, i could do it if i wanted to, but honestly it doesnt seem like something i want to do? sorry if thats disappointing after most of the things i've said. i think i might throw up if i do that. im willing to show them as teens dealing with shredder, but as the kids they were? i really cant.

they've never seen their fathers face. i can say that. he wears that helmet all the time. its either a source of invulnerability, or he makes them think it is. they cant be sure. but they know his eyes, and they fear that he's a monster under there. but the truth of it is he's just a man, thats what makes him really scary.

actually. i had raph tell casey something about what he remembered maybe you'd wanna see that? as like... the most general but specific shit i've said. this is like a week after they've met, and seeing a Foot Tech symbol on a crate sends raph spiralling into a panic attack she has to save him from. this is a short aftermath.

About an hour later they’re sitting on a roof eating hot dogs. Raph tried to protest but she wouldn’t have it, worried about the panic attack he had earlier.

“So. Your dad is Oroku Saki? The billionaire?”

Raph frowned and swallowed hard.

“I guess. I never knew how much money he had.”

“So you’re like a rich kid?”

He closed his eyes. He thought back to their dingy little bed room, barren and minuscule. The stash of cereal under the floorboards there to make sure no one starved. Hidden stuffed animals, hidden drawings. Mattresses on the floor. Diapers in the closet in case Mikey had an incident. Books hidden under Donnie's bed.

He opened his eyes and stared into the lights of the cars passing over a bridge.

“I guess I could have been. The building was fancy, but we were prisoners.”

She scoffed. “In a skyscraper?”

Raph looked at her seriously.

“I was born in a lab. Maybe there was a time when I was a baby things were different, but we lived to serve a need we didn’t fill. We… we’re not human, I know. But it was worse, we weren’t people. We were allowed in our bedroom, and the dojo. And… the lab.”

He shuddered thinking about it.

“I guess...a skyscraper is still a skyscraper though.” He added.

She was staring at him with a steely expression. He avoided the gaze and took another bite of his food.

“How bad was it?” She asked. “That you had to run away? I always dreamed about running away.”

“Casey…” he closed his eyes and put his hot dog down, swallowing hard. “Don’t ask me about it. I really don’t want to have another panic attack in front of you.”

“Psh, you’re fine. Honestly, I feel bad not asking. You’ve been listening to me complain about my parents all week.”

He looked at her, her mouth was stuffed with the last of her hot dog and she eyed him with such curiosity.

He started fiddling with the tails of his mask.

“Skyscrapers aren’t fun when you get locked on the roof. High tech robots aren’t fun when they’re pelting you with knives. Swarms of staff aren’t fun when they’re there to keep you locked up in a room with no food all night. And... and rich dads aren’t fun when they tell you you’re their property and allowed to do whatever they want with you.”

She swallowed hard and paused for a minute.

“Okay. You win. Score one for the rich boy.”

[just-horrible-things]

‘Verse: Box Boy Universe Story: Just Acting

Regret [ First | Prev | tbc ]

"Um, mister?" wavers Liv-as-Buttercup. "Where are we going?" She's stalling, playing her part but with no direction, no plan as Jude drags her by the hand back towards the scene of the crime. 

It's only a matter of time before they find the body.

Jude is silent. Buttercup steps on a sharp rock and stumbles and they give her no time to recover. 

"Mister? Um, my Sir doesn't like me going with strangers…" "Yeah yeah, you make your excuses. I'm not falling for it Liv." 

They're almost at the light now, close enough to be seen by the milling partygoers on the veranda. 

Close enough to be seen by someone who knows that Buttercup ought to be upstairs with Ms Hartling right now.

"Mister, you don't understand – he really doesn't like it – I'm sorry, I don't want to get you in trouble!"

Jude stops, and Buttercup misses a step as Liv almost catches herself but decides at the last instant that it's less like her if she lets herself collide with his body after all. He smells like expensive cologne and entitlement.

He grabs a fistful of the front of her costume to keep her close. The other hand is bruisingly tight on Buttercup’s wrist. 

"Which is it," they hiss. "Are you a pretty Pet, or are you gonna drop the act? If you don't want me to do whatever I want to you, you'd better stop playing games and start answering some fucking questions."

Tears well up on cue. Buttercup leans up against Jude's body, pressing her lips out in perfect unhappy confusion. "I'm sorry," she repeats, "I don't know what you want, I'd do it for you but my Sir—" "Who is your "Sir", huh? Some accomplice you're hoping will get you out of this?"

Accomplice rings alarm bells. What has Jude been up to since college anyway? Do they somehow know what Liv has been up to? She always assumed they went back to whatever pointless little town crapped them out in the first place and got a dead end job in some office because they sure weren’t getting a career in acting.

"What did I do?" she pleads, because if she was Buttercup none of their accusations would make sense. "Answer the question.” A yank on her clothes, shaking her like a doll. “Who is this "Sir"? Does he even exist?" "Mr. Calvin Cohen," Buttercup answers earnestly. "If he sees you touching me—" and she presses a little harder against them so that her breasts enfold their hand and trap it between them "—he'll be so angry."

Jude’s forehead is furrowed with comical confusion as they try to sort through the lies. Liv fights the rising urge to laugh. They’re trying to figure out her agenda with every word while she's just bluffing one second to the next.

"I'll just have to take you somewhere private then, won't I?"

Yes. Yes that's perfect – well, not perfect – but a lot better than dragging her into the light. 

Buttercup bites her lip, the way Smith had Liv practice over and over – slightly off-centre, just hard enough to dent the soft flesh. "I shouldn't," she wavers. "I'm not asking," Jude snarls, taking the bait.

Buttercup pulls back a little as they cast about. Not a lot, not enough to be defiant, just enough that they feel the tension in her. When they start back the way they came, she drags her feet. 

"What were you even doing out there on your own if you're supposed to be a Pet, huh? Sneaking around in the dark? Your story doesn't add up." "I, I was… I was hiding from Sir, sir. I’m sorry…" Another scoff.

He leads her, of course, back to the trellises. Jude never had much imagination. Laughter – wild and not exactly compos mentis – threatens once again, and Liv bites the inside of her cheek hard enough to taste blood. She cannot corpse now.

The wisteria overhead is leafless, but artfully manicured shrubs provide plenty of cover from prying eyes. Liv thinks about fighting, even though she is exhausted and nearly naked and one shout from Jude would bring every security guard in the place down on her head –

– and if she can’t kill them, they’ll identify her, and she’ll be in a whole other world of trouble.

“I don’t know what I did to upset you,” Buttercup pleads, “but I’m sorry—” “Last chance,” Jude growls. “Or if you insist you’re a Pet, I’m gonna treat you like one.”

Good, thinks Liv. Pretending is the first step towards believing.

“I am a Pet, sir,” Buttercups insists. Liv forces her voice a shade huskier. “I can be good for you.” “Good.” A cold and nasty smile.

Then his fist connects with Liv’s stomach, and she doubles over as her lungs freeze up.

It’s a good thing that everyone reacts the same way to a gut punch, Pet or not. Because for a long few seconds, Liv isn’t acting at all.

Jude yanks her head up by the hair and slaps her across the face. Convenient, involuntary tears well up at the sting. She manages to suck in a thin, effortful breath.

Thinking Smith she has the presence of mind to drop to her knees.

I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, sir, I’ll be good for you.

The only word she can force out is “—sir—!”

He pulls a fist back to hit her again, and every instinct Liv has screams to twist away from it or lift a hand or something but – she cannot picture Smith fighting back and so – against every fibre of her being – she holds still and lets him hit her.

She sees stars. Or – not stars exactly – the little pale dancing, wriggling motes that people mean when they say someone’s seeing stars.

It’s easier – when he lets go of her hair – to crumple to the ground than not.

Gil was right, thinks a sick treacherous little voice in her gut. I don’t know what I’m doing.

Buttercup sobs a snotty, tear-thickened sob as Liv’s lungs finally let her take a full breath. “I’m – sorry–” she gasps “--I don’t – what did I do I’m sorry–!”

She doesn't see the kick coming, but pain knifes through her side at the impact. Thoughts flash through her mind of ruptured kidneys, spinal damage, internal bleeding. She wants to fight back. She's at every disadvantage.

"C'mon," Jude jeers, "not gonna fight me? Where's the Liv I know?" "Please!" she wails as Buttercup, "-- sir please whatdidIdo?" "Shhh! Goddamn, keep it down!"

Liv rolls over. Jude's foot slams down on her back, pinning her. The flagstones and the trellises swim. She's in too deep to change tack now. It's all or nothing, double or bust.

Buttercup bawls messily on the ground.

"Shhhh!" Jude repeats with more urgency, "God's sakes, I thought you didn't want your Sir to catch you."

She cries quieter. Pets do as they're told. But she keeps crying. It's the least Liv thing she can think to do.

[sugarrspice]

Let's go with number 4. I'm curious to see what you'll do with it :) -Trick

I am wagging my finger at you, Trickster dearest. Since I Saw Vienna by Wilbur Soot is your draw and it's a heartbreaking song. Let's see what we can do with it!

--

When Jackie's phone rings, he knows without even looking who it is. The caller ID is unfamiliar, but the timing isn't.

Balancing the bowl of meat and spices in one hand, he reaches across blindly with his only clean hand to accept it and balance it between his shoulder and ear. The phone is warm against his neck, and when Chase's voice echoes out of the speakerphone, tinny as only the shitty roadside payphones are, it feels almost like Chase is standing over his shoulder, arms looped loosely around him and chin resting on his shoulder.

His chest hurts.

"-was wondering if you had a late shift tonight, but then I remembered you'd literally eat your own arm off before you'd accept a weekend shift-"

He can't help the snort that bubbles up, and he wonders if hundreds of miles away- thousands, now, it's surely been long enough- Chase is smiling, too, in that self-satisfied way he always did whenever he made Jackie laugh at a stupid joke.

"How about you? Find work over there?"

He can hear the fabric rustle as Chase, presumably, shrugs. He always did this over the phone, forgot that the other party couldn't see him. It drove Henrik batty.

"For a few weeks, yeah. That's why I hadn't called. Working as a transcriptionist for this medical office; guess all that listening to Hen did eventually rub off. Wish I'd seen less pictures of someone's foot rotting off 'cause of something or the other going septic, though."

"Dude, gross," Jackie laughs. "You chose that job, you're gonna see some gross stuff. Doesn't mean I want to hear it."

Chase laughs, the sound strangely strained. Jackie's gut lurches, like he missed a step. "Right, sorry. Mister security guy is used to dealing with drunken black-outs, not people's limbs falling off?"

Another shuffling sound. Jackie swallows around the bitterness of the moment, wishes he could reach through the receiver of the phone, curl his hand around Chase's cheek. He wants to smooth away that tension, wants to--

He takes a deep breath in, and out. Gentles his tone, mashing the ground meat in the bowl with renewed force. "Or petty theft. You wouldn't believe how many old lady purses I've had to snatch back. Or the balls on some people."

Chase scoffs, a little, at that, and the tension in Jackie's chest eases with the moment. "No, I can take a guess. People get ballsy on the subway when they think you're asleep. I've had to kick so many people in the knees to get 'em away from my duffle bag."

"Are you being safe? You're not hurt, or anything, right?" Jackie can't help it; he blurts it out before he can second-guess himself, white-knuckling the phone in his hand.

Chase sighs, tinny through the phone, and Jackie has to swallow a lump in his throat as he hears Chase gentle his own voice in turn. "I'm fine, Jacks. I told you, don't worry yourself gray over me; I can take care of myself."

"I know you can," Jackie bites out. He's trying to keep his tone even, in turn, but he can feel the telltale prick of thorns in his chest again, the heat rising to the back of his neck and his eyes. "But it's- not that easy to just stop worrying, Chase. You ran off without a fucking word to any of us, call us maybe once every other month, won't tell us where you are--"

"Oh, we're talking about this now," he hears Chase mutter, away from the receiver, and scowls, setting the bowl down with more force than he really means to.

"We gotta talk about it at some point, Chase, and apparently we're lucky to talk to you at all."

He doesn't have to be in front of Chase this time, to know the way his expression is going to first shutter, and then blossom with irritation. Irritation, and then anger. There's a hissing sound, like Chase is sucking in air through his teeth, and he has to grit his own teeth together to keep from echoing the tic. He's not even sure, by now, who got it from where. If Chase had taken that piece with him, or if it'd been his from the start, if Jackie was white-knuckling on to the last bits he got to keep.

"I told you. I just needed to--"

"Henrik hasn't heard from you since last July. It's March now, Chase," Jackie says, voice going deathly soft. "Marvin refuses to talk about you. I've had to convince Jameson to not start looking for you, that you're fine on your own, and just need time. That it'd be breaching your privacy."

"What little of it I have left," Chase mutters, and Jackie shuts his eyes against the swell of emotion cresting.

"I thought you liked it here," he says, clinging on by the fingernails to his last bits of composure. "You said it felt safe."

"That's why I had to go," Chase snaps back, and Jackie frowns at the bowl of overly-mixed ground meat, picking at the name stamped into the interior of the bowl. "That's why I had to- forget it, just forget it."

"No, hang on, Chase--"

There's that familiar sinking feeling in his gut, again, except he's missed the whole damn flight of stairs. He doesn't- he doesn't fucking understand. He can hear the pain, raw as daylight, scored into Chase's every word, but now he's pulling away, slipping through his fingers again--

"Forget it. I- I have to go. I'm out of change. I'll call you soon."

Chase inhales, brittle and uncertain, and hesitates for a moment longer. Jackie gets the sense, terrible and certain, that if he lets Chase go now, they won't ever hear from him again. He shuts his eyes.

"We'll wait as long as you need," he says, instead, to the cool darkness behind his eyelids. The spices are gritty against his fingertips. "You know that, right? We'll always wait for you."

Chase doesn't reply. Jackie opens his eyes, half-expecting to see his lock-screen, to be met with the dial-tone. The call instead ticks on, in front of him, 10:37 emblazoned in that curlicue font Marvin somehow managed to keep his systems stuck in.

"It's not a burden," he says, quieter. Chase sucks in another breath, and then lets it out. Neither of them comment on if it's shakier than the last.

"I'll be seeing you, Jacks," he says, softly. Not quite a promise, not quite a farewell. Jackie white-knuckles onto it like it's the last thing he'll hear.

"I'll hold you to that," Jackie murmurs, and before he can second-guess himself, says softly, "we love you. I love you."

Chase huffs out a soft not-quite-laugh, and the dial-tone greets him. Jackie only shuts his eyes, holding close the whisper he'd heard over the static.

I love you too.