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first dates <3
jj maybank x fem!reader | fluff | (friends to lovers, just pure adorableness tbh, sexual jokes, kissing, smoking weed.)
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“So, what does a date with JJ Maybank look like?” Your arm was linked through his, the two of you walking down the beach; the gentle breeze had goosebumps spreading over your bare skin. Sue you for wanting to look nice.
About 97% of the days you’d spent with JJ were in a bikini, pyjamas or just some old denim shorts and a crop top. You never tried to look nice for him, because you didn’t have to. He wasn’t your boyfriend, he was your friend. Ever since Sarah had started dating John B your circles had merged and the two of you had become particularly attached at the hip. Maybe you should have realised sooner you had feelings for him, but the line between friendship and romance is difficult to differentiate sometimes.
Surprisingly, you weren’t confused when he asked you out. It felt normal, felt right. You’d given him a sweet smile, kissed his cheek and told him to pick you up at seven.
“I can’t say I’ve been on many,” he admitted, shrugging his jacket off to put on you. “But, usually, I start with food.”
“You always do,” you tease, putting your arms through the hoodie with a grin. He linked his fingers through yours, throwing you a wink as he changed directions. You didn’t realise where you were headed until you were stood outside. “You want to have our first date at the Wreck? We eat here all the time.”
“You love the cheeseburgers,” he shrugged, holding the door open for you. The bell jingled above you, you looked back at him with a giddy smile.
Kiara, luckily, wasn’t working tonight so you didn’t have her eyeing the two of you like an overbearing mother. A waiter came over to your table and he ordered, knowing just what you wanted without you having to say a word. He’d decided to sit beside you instead of opposite, in a little booth in the back, you were pretty sure it was just so he could rest his hand on your thigh.
“You look beautiful, by the way,” he complimented. You’d decided on a sundress, knowing he had a thing for them.
“You’ve told me several times,” you teased, tucking your hair behind your ears. “You look beautiful, too.”
“Aww, thanks,” he laughed, making you giggle.
First dates were usually awkward, you’d always need at least two glasses of wine to loosen up. You hadn’t even had a sip for this. You adored JJ, he already knew everything about you so there were no awkward conversations needed to be had. He’d held your hair back whilst you threw up in a bush after one too many tequila shots, so you couldn’t possibly embarrass yourself. You felt completely relaxed, it was the best you’d felt in a long time.
Your food and drinks arrived, his hand didn’t stray from your thigh the entire meal. He flirted with you nonstop, but you very quickly realised he’d been doing that since you met. The teasing comments, the unsubtle looks, it was nothing new; and yet you still blushed every time.
“What’s next?” You asked as the two of you left the restaurant, his wallet the only one feeling a little emptier.
“The nice meal wasn’t good enough for ya?” He joked, arm around your shoulders.
“It was exquisite, but I think you can do better,” you shrugged, reaching up to hold the hand he’d wrapped around you.
“We’ll see.”
The arcade was your favourite place on the island, not for the games, no, they were fun but they weren’t the reason you loved it so much. You went there purely to people watch. A variety of people came into the arcade, and you loved to make up fun stories about them. And, of course, JJ knew that.
“What ‘bout them?” The two of you were sat, sipping slushies and looking around the room. You’d played a few games, he let you win every time, and now it was time for the real fun.
“She’s pregnant but hasn’t told him yet, because it’s not his baby,” you replied. He gasped dramatically, making you snort into your cup.
“Who’s the daddy?” JJ asked, subtly pulling you closer to him so your back was leaning against his chest.
Your cheeks went pink, but you chose to ignore it and take another sip of your drink; even as he let out a chuckle. “That guy.” You pointed to an elderly man who was standing in the corner.
“Damn, he’s still got it,” JJ murmured. You giggled, turning to face him with an amused smile. Your faces were inches apart as he grinned back at you.
For a second, you thought he was going to kiss you; he cupped your cheek and gently stroked his thumb over your cheekbone, but just as you were about to lean in he brought his hand back, licked his thumb and then rubbed it over your top lip.
“Slushie juice,” he explained, licking his thumb before looking around the room again. “Ooo, what about her?”
You were on his back as you walked back across the beach, your feet were hurting because you decided to wear uncomfortable shoes that went with your dress and you’d refused to walk any further. He didn’t even flinch, just bent down in front of you and waited. He was carrying your shoes, babbling on about something John B had done.
“Where are we headed?” He asked, adjusting his hold on you. “The Chateau?”
“On the first date? Who do you take me for?” You smirked.
“Says the girl who slept with Brandon Gibbs after the first date. Am I not good enough for you?” He replied dramatically.
“Hey! You promised to never bring that up again,” you whined.
He laughed, suddenly stopping in his movements to drop you back down. Instead of giving you your shoes like you expected, he sat down on the sand and waited for you to join him. “There’s one part of a JJ Maybank date that we haven’t done yet.”
“On the beach? Dirty,” you smirked, sitting down next to him.
“Shuddup.” He pulled out a pre-rolled joint from his pocket, waving it in your face. “My speciality.”
“Did you grow it?”
“I’ve had enough of the smartass comments, baby.” You couldn’t come up with another one, not with the way the pet name left his lips. He’d called you baby plenty of times, but something about that moment just made it feel special.
You shared the joint, passing it back and forth as you talked softly to each other. By the time it was finished, you were sitting in his lap with your eyes half open and kisses being pressed to the side of your head.
“So, how’d I do?” JJ murmured, lips only inches away from your ear.
“10/10,” you replied, running your hand through his hair with a lazy smile. “Best date I’ve ever been on, hands down.”
“Well that’s good to hear,” he grinned. “You think I did good enough for a kiss?”
“Mhm, maybe,” you teased, turning your head so your lips brushed against his. He let out a shaky exhale, cupping your cheeks in his warm hands like he’d done earlier on; except this time, there was no juice.
His lips moved smoothly against yours, hands pulling you as close as humanly possible. His tongue licked over your bottom lip, causing a hum to leave yours.
“Do you want to go on a second date?” He murmured against your lips.
“And a third,” you grinned.
When you both finally pulled away, both your lips were puffy, your hair messy and cheeks flushed. Neither of you had ever looked happier.
“C’mon, you’re carrying me to the Chateau if you want that second date,” you stated, standing up.
“Am I gonna be the new Brandon Gibbs?”
“Not anymore, you’re not.”
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So how would red riding hood Vil go about training wolf reader into being a good puppy
Someone totally not into pet play ur crazy
>:) so many thoughts for training!!!
Firstly, he’ll have you wear a collar. It’s a pretty thing, study and well-made, aesthetically pleasing craftsmanship. Perhaps it also functions as a shock collar as well or, if Vil is determined to use methods that are not so painful or risk ruining any part of you in some cosmetic way, then maybe the collar just emits a noise that sounds like a shock. You’ve no idea what to expect and maybe you’re already so tense with the threat of that hunter that you don’t even realize you haven’t been shocked. You still flinch all the same, your hands flying to your neck, but Vil clicks his tongue at you. You’ll be tricked into thinking so the more times you hear that crackle as it fools your brain with nonexistent shocks.
He dresses you in very nice clothes. He’s quite selective when it comes to fashion, and he has a very good eye for choosing based on what suits you best. Therefore, you’ll wear things that flatter your body type, that match your preferences and style (while also incorporating some of his as well), and that show off certain assets. You’ll wear lots of things with a low neckline so that your beautiful collar can be seen.
As for training, I think he starts with the house first. Teaching you proper etiquette and whatnot. You must never eat so sloppily. He’ll teach you what each utensil is for and where to arrange them on your plate once you’ve finished. These lessons are so tedious, but they’re simple enough to follow. If you’re smart enough to simply abide by his teachings, you’ll breeze through any and all of his house training. There’s just two things you loathe: the fact that Vil insists he be the one to dress you and the fact that Rook is always the one to help you bathe. Apparently, Vil has yet to see any indication from you that you’re trustworthy, so until he can trust you you’ll be supervised by either him or Rook. Or both if you’re unlucky.
You’re not sure which is worse: this demanding Red Riding Hood or that creepy hunter. >_<
If you happen to fail or refuse to comply, Vil is very simple with his punishments. You’re cut into with harsh criticisms, and they’re all the truth. Vil does not go out of his way to lie or sugarcoat when he offers his criticism. This is all meant to help you for the better. Also, he’s no fool. He’s tailored his lessons to help work on your weaknesses. He knows you’re very intelligent, perhaps too much for your own good when you try and fail to outwit and charm him or Rook into letting you go. You’re very clever. He’s merely assisting you where his assistance is needed most.
Usually, you’re given x-amount of spankings for however many minutes you refuse to cooperate. So if you remain locked in your room for fifteen minutes, to the point where Rook needs to break in to get you, you’ll be bent over the knee and spanked fifteen times. One for every minute of disobedience.
Sometimes Vil will take you outside his house in the woods and allow you to roam, but not beyond the boundaries he’s set. It’s all a test. You fell for it the first time and took off running, and Rook captured you within minutes. When it’s Rook, he’s not exactly one for punishments like Vil. He recognizes the abstract beauty in that, but he prefers to praise you for your efforts, failed though they were, instead. Scrubbing you clean from the tussle he had with you in the woods, calloused hands running down your soft skin, fingertips pressing into your shoulders to massage you, reaching to pet your ears or admire your tail. All while he rambles about how beautiful the chase you gave him was. It’s not your intention to cry out when he brushes over a bruise, nor do you mean to sound so erotic. What happens in that bath remains an easily uncovered secret, but Rook will come out of it with scratches and bites littering his forearms and throat and you’ll have a hole stuffed full of cum. >_< your every bite is like a addictive, disastrous kiss, he tells you, so it really doesn’t faze him. ;;;;
The only reason you’re not muzzled and treated more like a mutt than a person (wolf) is because Rook insists upon otherwise. And Vil agrees because, troublesome you may be, you are full of potential that he couldn’t dare stifle by demeaning you anymore than he already has.
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WIP Wednesday
WHAT'S THIS?? ME?? Doing a WIP Wednesday on a Wednesday? Doing one at all?? 👀
Thank you to @khywren, @elinorbard, @heylittleriotact (this isn't exactly a first page one, but I'm counting it!), @bloodinwine (I think this was last week? Sry for the delay!), @obsessedwhyyes, @deadly-diminuendo, and @vividiana for the tags and who all posted lovely snippets!! 💕
We are finally transitioning from Act 1 to Act 2- this is a small piece from Chapter 17 of With Stars to Fill My Dream, Ofelia's POV, after the tiefling party and her night with Astarion. Ah, I remember when I wasn't writing angst. Feels like ages ago. 🙃
It’s like a chilled breeze, brushing against the back of her neck to leave goosebumps in its wake. All her muscles knit together until sinew becomes so taut that she feels like everything is about to fall apart. Dread, like sharp claws, sinks into her chest, and with every bit of willpower she can muster she turns and makes for a different room. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere she can force it all back down. Nothing to fix. Nothing to fix. Nothing to fix. “I can’t… do this right now…” She whispers to herself, hands madly clutching at each elbow to stave off the impending weight trying to crush down on her. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. He is not worth the breakdown. He is not worth the tears. He’s not worth falling apart for. “This is your fault, remember? You went out there... like he said. It’s your fault.” She spits the words out like broken teeth, feeling the pounding in her head begin to recede. Eyes squinted shut, she repeats the motions, breathing in and out as evenly as possible. The roar beating like a drum in time with her heart demands a remedy, but she’s not ready… not sure she’ll ever be ready… She beats it down until all that’s left is the bleed. The cuts in her lips, the ache that throbs from marrow to fingertip. Until all thats left is the creaking of wood and the rustle of leaves outside the broken window to her right. Her eyes drift open slowly, focusing on broken plates and cutlery strewn about the floor. Pools of candle wax litter the tables and floors, and water covers the ground like a mirror. She looks down into her reflection, not recognizing the dark eyes that stare back… Where had all the light gone? She sighs and turns, startled to find her private moment trodden upon. “What’s he done to you?” Shadowheart murmurs, soft and measured. There is no waver to her gaze, no waver to her words. They climb out of her throat like an accusation- one where she’s already decided who the guilty party is and has made it her vow to vanquish them. “N-nothing… just… all the charred bodies…” Ofelia’s excuse sounds weak, even to her own ears. Try as she might, she cannot erase the hitch in her breath, and Shadowheart’s eyes hungrily register it with a murderous gleam. “Bullshit.” “I really need you to drop this. Nothing happened. I’m fine.” She doesn’t like it, but she allows only a drop of repressed anger to fill her words. There’s a flash of hurt on Shadowheart’s face, but it quickly recedes into her shadowed green eyes. “Fine. Don’t tell me. I even brought you something nice,” The half-elf snips cooly, adjusting some kind of garment in her arms. Ofelia’s gaze drops to look at it, noting the metal and heavily woven leather and fabric. “I’m sorry… look, I’m really okay,” Ofelia plasters a smile over her face, forcing herself to feel it. Remembering all the times she needed to wear one to pretend like nothing bad was happening at home. She crinkles her eyes, forces them to be brighter, and lifts her lips in what she hopes paints a picture of relief and gratitude. Shadowheart analyzes her for a moment before the hard glint of steel softens in her gaze and she steps forward, closing the distance to stand a foot or so in front of Ofelia. “If you’re sure…” The end of Shadowheart’s sentence is open, allowing a bit of wiggle room for Ofelia to take it back, but she grits her teeth and forces her mouth to spread wider, showing a bit of teeth. “Pfft, you just want this, don’t you?” Her laugh is sweet- like balm over Ofelia’s scattered nerves, and she rolls her eyes and wraps her arms around the cleric to hug her tight. For a moment, Ofelia’s afraid she’s squeezing too tight- revealing too much in the desperate way she clings to Shadowheart’s narrow frame. There’s a huff against the shell of her ear, and then arms are winding around her, strong and sturdy for someone so small and it takes everything Ofelia has to hold back a sob that starts to push up through her chest.
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[ sfw ] — fluff ; gojo satoru x reader
You’re crouched in the soft, rich earth, planting forget-me-nots under the midday sun. The meadow is quiet except for the occasional whisper of the wind through the tall grass and the steady rhythm of your hands working the soil. There’s a strange peace here in the afterlife—a lightness that still feels foreign to Satoru. He steps outside, his tall frame casting a shadow over you, his sharp blue eyes catching on your figure.
For a man who has always been larger than life, the afterlife itself should feel small. And yet, Satoru can’t seem to get used to this serenity, this weightlessness. For so long, he was the strongest, the indomitable force, the invincible protector. Now, he’s just… Satoru. Your Satoru. Your Cyclops, your Daredevil, your Wannabe Kakashi. That thought alone sends a ripple through his chest—a pang of something tender and indescribable.
You look up at him, catching his gaze, and your lips curve into a smile that could rival the sun. Satoru feels his heart stutter, a sensation he’s still not used to, and then he grins, letting his playful nature take over.
“Professor X,” he drawls, his voice teasing and warm, “you’re gonna ruin your dress. It’d be a real shame if it got, y’know, taken off so soon.”
Your eyes narrow, but there’s a spark of amusement behind them as you shoot back, “Shut up, Daredevil. As if you’re not dying for it.”
He laughs, a rich, carefree sound that blends perfectly with the breeze, and crouches down beside you, his long legs folding awkwardly. “Looks good,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, filled with a quiet sincerity that only you get to hear. His fingers brush against your golden necklace, the one he gave you in the life before this one. His thumb grazes the turquoise pendant that dangles from the chain.
He remembers every word you said when he gave it to you:
“Well, the color gold reminded me of how you treat me. You treat me like I’m gold, always keeping me close and being nice to me, and uh… And the blue reminded me of your eyes. I remember that I once saw on the internet that turquoise is the December birthstone and you’re born in December, so… I don’t know. I loved it, I guess. Having a piece of you beside me.”
Those words had wrapped around his heart like a vice then, and now they linger, still potent, still sacred. He fingers the pendant as if it holds the essence of that memory, as if it’s the link between your shared past and this perfect present.
The softness of the moment makes something in him ache, in the best way. He feels weightless but grounded, like you’re some divine being tethering him to a world he never wants to leave. He leans in closer, the scent of the earth and your presence filling his senses.
You glance at him, your hands still working the soil, and your lips curve into that familiar, knowing smile. “Of course they do. They remind me of you,” you say simply, your voice steady and warm, like a melody only he gets to hear.
Satoru’s mind flashes back to something you told him in your former life, about the very flowers you’re planting now:
“Well, they’re called forget-me-nots because I hope you cherish them and don’t forget about me. They symbolize luck and protection. And uhm, this color blue reminds me of your eyes. I think it’s handsome and, uh, lovely.”
His throat tightens slightly at the memory. Even then, you’d seen him as more than just ‘the strongest.’ You’d seen Satoru—the man beneath the limitless power. And now, in this new life, you see him even more clearly.
He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering against your skin. The gesture makes you pause for a moment, leaning into his touch instinctively.
“I love you, Satoru,” you murmur, your voice so soft it feels like a prayer.
His grin is boyish and teasing, but there’s an unmistakable tenderness in his eyes as he replies, “I love you too, my sweet little angel honey bun.”
You pull back slightly, rolling your eyes with a huff, though your smile betrays your amusement. “Barf. You know I hate those pet names.”
He chuckles, unfazed. “You hate a lot of things, Gandalf, but you still stick with me.”
You shake your head, planting another flower as you retort, “I guess I do, Cyclops.”
The banter flows so naturally between you, lighthearted and easy, but beneath it is an unshakable foundation. You finish planting the forget-me-nots, brushing dirt from your hands, and before you can rise, Satoru pulls you toward him for a kiss.
It’s unhurried, tender, and yet it holds all the passion he has for you. When you pull away, you see it in his expression—the way his eyes soften, the way his grin curves into something more genuine.
Yeah, he thinks, this is it. This is the life he never dared to dream of. You’re his Professor X, his Gandalf, his Might Guy. His dear and most beloved.
You’re his, and he’s yours. And nothing else in any world matters.
#[heaven in your eyes]#esta’s drabble corner :p#gojo satoru#gojo#satoru gojo#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#satoru gojo x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#OOOOOOO satoru i missed u sm#and i missed heaven in your eyes reader and him
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heyo! So I've been binging your stuff gotta say, it's fabulous! I was wondering if you could write something along the lines of ADHD reader? I have ADHD and have been stuck in a very uncomfortable position for the past few hours. Kind of an in between of zoned out mentally but physically there? Almost like dissociation but coherent enough to communicate. I'm not sure what it is but if I could get some Price comfort that would be lovely!!! Thanks!!!!
Hello Anon! [Thank you ((: ] I'd love to! Ask for Price and ye shall receive! I also have adhd and I think I understand what you mean by the zoning out but responsive thing, although I really only experience it when I'm tired so this def has a bit more of my experience in it but.
Short Vers: You're Price's partner and after the exhausting week you've had, you take a day off from your own stuff to visit him.
Warnings: None? Aside from the zoning out. This is pretty tame and cutesy.
WC: Short (>1000)
Pairings: Price x Reader
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John's office was as put together and sterile as it always was. Aside from the stacks of physical reports on his desk and a couple of framed photos you'd given him, though they were nearly buried by the paper. It was almost funny, how much paperwork followed him, comes with the job you guessed.
Your own job had been exhausting. It was hell and busy and everyone needed you to do your job so that they could do theirs and vice versa. You put in extra time to get stuff done. You were good at what you did, but damn did you need a break.
So that's what you did. You took off on a random Thursday and told John that you'd be going to work with him. A "take your partner to work day" you had told him.
He agreed, making sure you understood that his day would likely be boring, but you didn't care, it was nice to just sit and watch him work.
You liked your seat on the couch in corner of the room. He wouldn't admit it, but he had gotten the couch to sleep on when there were late nights. When he stayed too late to make the trip to a bed and had to be here the next morning anyway. But for the day it was your place, sitting comfy with your sock covered feet tucked beneath you and a warm drink in your hands.
From here, you could watch him perfectly. You could see the way his jaw unconsciously clenched as he flipped to a new page, the way he'd lean back, only to sit forward again to mark notes on a page, the way his hands fiddled with his pen as he went. It was nice, comforting to see him in his element, as mundane as this side of the work was. He knew how to do it, a necessary part of being a captain.
Your thoughts wandered as your eyes explored his face, the set of his jaw, the new growth in his beard, then to his hands as they twirled the pen once, then to the window behind him. There was a tree outside gently swaying in the breeze. It looked peaceful, with its orange and red leaves beginning to fall for winter.
He asked you a question, and you knew the answer.
"Yes," you responded, though your eyes no longer left the swaying auburn outside the window.
He asked another question and made a comment, and you answered appropriately in turn. You knew you did, though your eyes remained on the tree and your fingers absent mindedly drifted at the lip of your cup.
You didn't hear him as he stood, stepping across the room. You didn't see him as he sat slowly next to you, his weight making the couch dip in his direction. He asked you something else, and you hummed in the affirmative.
Then his hand was on your back, just barely touching your shoulder blade. Your attention crept back to you, and you turned to face him with a smile.
He had that soft look in his eye, and that small comforting smile of concern. He could always tell when you zoned out. After a while it was like second nature. Your answers become monotonous, regardless of their accuracy. You got a look that he could recognize in anyone after the years he's served: that far away stare. Your motions would idle, and you'd simply just be. Sometimes it was worse than others, and you'd been on and off all week, exhausted and trying to hide it.
"Are you alright, love?" His voice was soft.
"Of course," you answered, though you didn't entirely sound convinced.
You scooted closer so that your thighs touched his and your shoulder could lean into his chest. His arm wrapped around you, squeezing your shoulders gently.
"I asked if you wanted to go get lunch," his voice was a whisper, something only you could hear. He tried to keep his voice light, like trying not to make you feel bad. It only worked a little.
"Sorry, I didn't hear you," you murmured, leaning your head into him.
He kissed the top of your forehead. "I know." His response was only warm, filled with an understanding that he didn't have to say aloud.
"Long week at work, right?" He asked.
You nodded against his chest. You could hear him now, but your thoughts still wandered, worrying now about the work you could be doing the answers you didn't pay attention to when he asked.
"I'm glad you're here,'' his voice was loud enough now that you can feel it in his chest. That feeling was enough to keep you grounded, in the moment, even if by a string.
"I'm just tired," you mumbled, trying to hide in his chest.
He hummed as his hands covered yours and he took the cup from you. You'd completely forgotten about it. You would've felt worse about it if you hadn't at least finished half of it. He'd tell you it's not even something worth worrying about anyway.
"Food, then a nap maybe," it wasn't a question, he'd carry you a dining space if he has to. He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing gently.
You nodded and slowly sat up. He was smiling softly at you again, his eyes crinkling in that perfect way.
"I brought my own lunch," you smiled, the charming, cheeky light fully returning to your eyes. "There's no telling what they're feeding you lot."
He huffed a laugh. "It's good to be prepared."
You hum proudly as he takes your hand, and you stand from the couch. He escorts you to the mess hall, and gosh were you glad you packed your own lunch.
A/N I hope you liked this anon! I love soft, observant John. It ended up shorter than I thought, maybe there's an expanded version somewhere in my mind idk. I just wanted it to be short and sweet.
#cod fanfic#call of duty#captain john price#john price#john price x reader#price x reader#tf 141#cod john price#comfort#cod mw2#cod x reader#big ask button
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hi! i love ur fics :)
can you pls do the "a word from you about this and i'll set you on fire" but with pegging! >:D
KIDD; switching roles?
words: 1589 dialogue: "a word from you about this and i'll set you on fire." warning/s: no actual p3gging it's just suggestive in here :), fem reader, nsfw 🔞
eustass kidd has always and will always be the dom. ever since you two met, he had always carried himself with much assertion. always the abrasive one, refusing to be second to nothing nor to no one. and you find that hot, really hot when he takes the lead befitting of a captain of his ship. or when he's got everything covered and taken care of and all that's left for you to do is sit pretty in his lap. or when he knows how to put you on your place with just one glance.
that's why even now that you two got together, it had always been like that. you're not one to be docile, which is one of the things he loved about you, but it feels nice to be under his command. to be under him and act according to him. and you two agreed to it. he likes to always be in charge so it's no problem.
but all it takes is for you to take his place and he suddenly sees the world in a different lens. neither had you two to thought about it but what if you were the dom for once?
a knot got stuck in kidd's throat and he was a coughing mess when your body pressed way too hard onto his back and you caged him from behind with both of your arms by the bar table just as the ship jolted. and then it suddenly smelled like burning charcoal. it's that fucking engine again acting up.
kidd was steaming. the grip on the handle of his mug was about to break apart from how hard he was holding it. because it's as if a switch flipped in his head and he was rock fucking hard it was actually painful keeping it in his pants.
it began when you were just taking a stroll on the victoria, near the bar and kidd was settled on one of the stools, having a drink for himself.
"killer! can you make me a mojito?" killer who was busy wiping off the mugs he previously washed gave you a cordial nod, setting the mugs down to get on with your request. you passed by your captain, both of you minding your own business.
"maaan, i've been on that carburetor for a while now. i'm exhausted." you sighed stretching to reach the skies as your sides hurt.
"yeah, i'll get that changed up when we dock at some port." kidd responded, taking a sip of his scotch. he figured you just returned from fixing up the ship engines and remembered he also had to fix something up too.
"well get on with it, unless you want a rollercoaster of a ship." you huffed, leaning by the ship railings to have a whiff of the salty, sea breeze. "i somehow made it viable until tomorrow, just enough for your birthday, love."
"here's the mojito, name." killer called out, placing your glass next to kidd.
as you were approaching to get it, the ship jolted and you lost balance. you had to grab support, almost toppling over as you caged kidd on his seat with your hands by his sides placed on the high table of the bar.
"it's fucking up again?! for fuck's sake i told you ruffians to clean up the oil otherwise the ship will jolt." you berated the rookies who had just emerged from the engine room.
at that moment, kidd looked over you and the world stopped once again for him. he took in the sight of you with dried up grime and sweat. minor swipes of soot in your cheeks down to your neck. kidd could smell you, the tiredness and the sweltering of your body. it somehow fucked him up no matter how disgusting it sounds.
"i'll take care of it fast, yeah?" you told kidd before placing a kiss on his cheek. already barking out commands on what to do and who must do it as you headed down the engine room.
kidd had a good amount of silence on the outside but his head was fucking screaming, whining at the thought of you. you were so fucking hot. what if you were the one barking orders at him? you take charge for once and put him in his place? this must be what you feel towards him all the time. desperately want to be told what to do.
kidd shook his head and laughed dumbly, as if he'd ever admit all of that.
"something the matter, kidd?" killer broke out, sensing his bestfriend in the middle of a warzone despite the quiet demeanor he projects. "missing name so soon?"
"shut up, killer." kidd said through gritted teeth.
"i have never found you in such a helpless situation that you actually had a boner because name got too close." killer snorted, he had to put the mugs down because of how he was laughing too much.
kidd grew annoyed that he was right, he had to excuse himself to his quarters just to take care of his mess. that is until you caught him pleasuring himself on your side of the bed when a couple of hours had passed.
"hey baby i'm finally do...ne." you almost tripped over yourself, barging in only to see kidd's head thrown so far back, his grip on his cock tight as he drowned in the smell of your pillow. it didn't even seemed like he heard you. you kicked the door shut silently, feeling ecstatic at the sight of him like this.
"f-fuck! what the fuck, name?!" kidd hid himself with the comforter, burning red at the sight of you before him as you crossed your arms with a nasty grin on your face. "how long have you been there?! coulda gave me a heads up or some shit, fuckin' hell." kidd was blurting out curses one after the other, but really, he was just flustered.
"i could very well leave the damn engines to one of my guys and have a little break ourselves, but what made you so selfish enough to keep all the fun to yourself?" you pulled your sweaty shirt off your body and tossed it elsewhere in his room.
kidd gulped, because somehow he sees you differently. like you're assertive and it made more blood rush to his cock it felt like it'd implode. he couldn't do anything but gawk at you, eyes trailing down your sweaty breasts glistening from the faintly lit lamp beside him.
you knelt down and flipped your hair behind you. normally, kidd would grab a fistful of it and start fucking your throat. but kidd was anything but normal, he melted when you got busy slurping him up. all he could do was bury his face in your pillow. it made you let go and confront him about it.
"hey, is everything okay?" you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. you tapped on his lap but he still wouldn't respond. "are you sulking because i've been busy? sorry, bab-"
"it ain't fuckin' that." he said through the muffled pillow. you sat at the same edge of the bed to face him. "forget it." he stood up and pulled his pants up, he was still hard but he walked it off to the bathroom.
you caught his wrist and tried pulling him back. "kidd, baby, let's talk. we haven't had the chance to today, love. come on, please?" you pulled him a little more before he finally gave in and had sat beside you. "just tell me what's wrong."
"i'm still hard. i wasn't gettin' turned on , you know why? because you want me to fuck you. and i want you to fuck me." he blurted out, cheeks embarrassingly as crimson as his hair. "t-that thing you brought up a while back, p-pegging was it." he refused to look you in the eye as he said with crossed arms.
you tried fighting off the smile in your lips as you pressed them together so as to not embarrass him. "so you finally want to give it a shot, huh? what's the big idea about it?"
"see this is why i wanna shut up abou-" he was about to stand up in annoyance but you laughed a little and pulled him once more.
"alright alright. we won't get into the details." you kept the laugh in you but your smile still is very much wide. "i'll just take a shower and we'll do something about it-"
"no." kidd finally looked at you, vehement in his protest.
"what do you mean no?" you tilted your head in perplexity.
"bathe after we do it or somethin'." he looked away again, ears red as fuck. then you got it, like a bell rung in your ears.
"okay, you know what? this new side of you couldn't have come to light at a better time because," you bent down to reach for a box underneath the bed, still on your side.
you unearthed a black box and it was full of strap ons and what ever else women use to dom and the like. "this is your present for tomorrow!"
kidd felt faint, he felt like he was gonna die. from the colossal size of those dildos to the handcuffs and other freaky devices he had no idea what's the use for. but his cock was way too excited for it. "a word from you about this and i'll set you on fire."
thank you for the request anon! i hope i atleast did your req justice TT 🌷
omg i think i kinda fumbled this one :c i really dk how to write pegging LMAOFOAOFSFSH maybe i'll try again with another post lmk if i should make a part 2 TT
happiest bday to my baby, my wife, my husband, my daddy🌷 his fic is boutta come soon istg
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I rescheduled my last two dogs cause the air con went out at work.
#{kei babble} occ#~like it’s nice outside and there’s a breeze#~but we don’t have a window that opens and I can only leave the door open so much without it being a liability#~so I was dying#~the blow dryer is hot#~it’s humid#~and Im a heat baby
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The idea of AM and GLaDOS interacting is so funny to me because in my eyes they would fucking HATE each other LMAO!!! AM would think she's a bitch and GLaDOS would think he's an idiot. It would be like a milf and an annoying angsty teen interacting except they're the same age (at least my designs for them would be).
On a related note, I think GLaDOS could do ihnmaims but AM couldn't do portal. He's not good enough at hiding his contempt.
#outside of a gijinka context i think AM would hate her even more specifically#not only bc she literally used to be human and he would be SO envious of that#but also bc she would be like 'yeah i went on a walk earlier. there was a nice breeze and i saw some plants growing.'#and AM would be like STFU YOU DIDNT GO ANYWHERE YOURE JUST TRYING TO PISS ME OFF (its working)#ihnmaims#portal#allied mastercomputer#glados
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godddd its so fucking NICE out today!!!!! i've been sitting outside doing my research for a while and every time the wind blows it's just like, pure bliss its SUCH a nice feeling
#i like having leg hair for a lot of reasons but the feeling of a nice breeze on my legs is definitely up there.#man we need to get like a bench with an umbrella at home for outside. i want to do this at home.
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why the fuck is it almost 80 degrees at 7 pm in OCTOBER
#marzi speaks#maybe i'm just bitter bc i am having another hot flash . but like COME ONNN#normally tx is like. at least low 70s by now#(for my european mutuals (everyone deserves to understand my plight): it is 25 celsius outside rn)#not fucking FAAAIIIR i want a nice breeze and to be able to wear hoodies without melting#i swear. i get the darkness but none of the weather .... fucked uppp
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hurricanes, am I right?
#will never forget the sound#honeslty? ngl it sounded peaceful.#maybe I’m crazy but if I only heard the storm and not the emergency alarms I think I would have slept through the whole night#but yeah#still no power#it’s hot af inside but outside is absolutely beautiful#hung on my balcony for a bit#got stuck on my balcony for a bit because the door got stuck#but otherwise nice breeze warm sun#however I no longer have food in the fridge (replaceable#the food is replaceable and I am not and it’s nice to understand that about myself#I have crackers and apples and bananas and other various goods#I have clean water#I have a bed#I have shelter#I have batteries and music and books and things to do#so I am lucky#but also sad#so yeah#it’s rough down here#got a curfew#that’s fun not like I was going to go anywhere anyways
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Instead of working today, I vote that we go outside and nap in the sun. Who’s with me?
#I like my job a lot of the time#but it’s so nice outside and there’s a gentle breeze and lots of sun#and the cat is also napping so now I’m sleepy
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i closed the windows this morning when the thermostat read 74 and when i came home just now it was only 77 in here :) yay
#only three degrees?? what a treat. and it’s starting to cool off now so i should be able to open the windows in another hour and a halfish#my rule is i’ll open the windows once it’s cooler out than indoors#OR if i go outside & the breeze is really nice. in which case i will capitulate early#i mean this is for hot days specifically not like regular.#but i was just out there and it felt EXTREMELY cool when i came inside so i gotta wait still#chatpost
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Month 7, day 30
Two new materials today! First up is a camouflage patterned fabric, and the second is a nice thrown clay :D
#the great artscapade of 2024#art#my art#blender#blender render#blender 3d#cycles render#y'all#y'all I made a discover#...discovery#you knew what I meant#and actually this is one of those ''we been knew'' things but I want to gush about it anyway#so we're all old enough to know the Song of Storms from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time right?#good news!#it works! :D#it's Bone Meltingly McFucking Hot™ outside this week and yesterday when I was walking home I started humming it#because I *really really* wanted it to rain and cool things down#well it didn't rain immediately but a nice breeze did kick up#so I thanked Garuda (as I do) for the nice breeze and hummed it again#and then some thicc-ass clouds blew in and blocked the sun#so I thanked Ramuh (as I do) and hummed a bit more because I like to#and the breeze picked up a little and the clouds got thicker#so I laughed and thanked them both (as I do) and just as a little joke I started singing various songs I know about rain#and the breeze and shade just kept getting better and better so I kept going until a gust about knocked me on my ass and made me laugh#so I was like ''what do you two like it when I sing to you?'' so I sang a bit more and the answer was apparently yes#and then I got home and 24 hours passed and I was on my way home again and I thought you know what?#I'ma try it again#so I did!#I sang the Song of Storms and various other songs and the breeze and clouds played nice so I thanked Garuda and Ramuh for their blessings#AND THEN
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im eating raw sweet corn on my aunt's patio at 11pm in pajamas and having a GREAT time
#its 60°f outside at the moment and there's a breeze and everything feels calm#it's so.... quiet#like insanely quiet#there's crickets and i can hear a distant motorcycle but outside of that it's silent#ive grown to enjoy the bustle of my neighborhood at night but this is nice too#im used to ambulance sirens from the hospital a few blocks down and cars driving down the road at 3am and crickets + cicadas going crazy -#- until like 2am and owls calling from the trees in our front yard and party goers trudging home from the park down the road#but here there's just crickets and the occasional car and the sounds of family from inside the house#it's not what im used to and i do miss the ambience but. i like this
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I really love to play phone games when I’m high af on weed lol
#stoner things#personal#weed#stoner#I have like 10. games I like to play when I am high af lmao#I just got weed after days and I’m happy it’s sunny outside I was painting out there now I’m chillin in my room#tv in the background. playing random games on my phone I love it lmao#window open air coming in nice night (6:30pm almost) Barry any wind but still some nice wee breeze#as I smoke s joint :))
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