catching fire dash simulator
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my streams have been cutting all season omfg what is going on
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anybody heard from cinna lately?
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Plutarch Heavensbee circa 2282
revolutionarykatniss
As if itâs not ENOUGH that yall wanna fuck the most morally bankrupt man alive who is more than complicit because he gets paid to live in luxury to ORCHESTRATE the deaths of innocents so that theyâre a spectacle and donât have the option to die even semi peacefully. as if thatâs not enough. You wanna fuck him when heâs ugly?
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anyone else still thinking about how caesar and peeta were kinda ..
czrflckmn
Arenât you the one who had the week long meltdown about peeta being overfamiliar with him
caesarflickerwoman
Well you see Iâm gay and a man now
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already tired of this fucking season of everlark -_- idgaf about the fucking fog
siblingvictors
DISTRICT ONE GONNA SEND THEM A CANCELLATION NOTICE!! #CASHMEREGLOSS4EVER
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everyone looooooves to act like NOTABLE cishet peeta is so gay w caesar as if his gay cohost isn't right there.... slaying in a wig..... sending yearning glances caesar's way right before the camera cuts......
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tbh sheâs got the WORST taste in allies idek why i continue to stan. girl MAGS?
#my girl going to get slorn :/
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She is choosing with her HEART she chose to save peeta in the games REMEMBERRRRRRRR sheâs literally a lovergirl to the core
#lovecore #heartcore #truelove
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Caesar flickerman kidn if a laughing gnome. Reblog
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Iâve supported finnick through a lot and defended them and Iâve always been proud they're from my district but honestly they went way too far by doing the salute during the interview. I can only hope that they just got caught up in the moment with everyone else doing it and obviously itâs a stressful situation but I donât think I can continue endorsing them. Iâll be changing my url this week.
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hey guys i know times are tough for everyone and the capital has really cracked down but my mutual @divorceepeeta got flogged the other day and could really use some help. v3nmo here. anything helps #signalboost #mockingjay
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Tbh the baby is the saddest thing I've ever heard </3
peetaspride
Another citizen falling for capital propaganda. It's so glaringly apparent that this is made up to draw in views. The tributes undergo extensive medical examination prior to the games. They would NEVER let a pregnant woman compete.
disabledmags
As if killing children has ever stopped them before?
#We all saw him fall to protect her stomach before they even started the victory tour #Is it that ridiculous to believe two newlyweds fresh out of a life or death situation would celebrate a little carelessly?
peetaspride
If you think even the marriage is real you're stupider than I thought. Peeta spends every interview begging us to see his truth. The capital is shamelessly silencing him and "the baby" is a distraction.
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URL CHANGE!! faggotpeeta->peetasbabymama
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this isnt funny. peeta's a real person with real feelings. it will never be funny to call someone a f***** as a joke. how would you feel if my url was f*****peetasbabymama?
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ok
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isnt cupcakeeverlark literally prez snow's 12 yr old granddaughter lol
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OOMF IS 12???????????
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the age is the problem here?
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New content of my favorite tribute đđđ
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Girl thereâs a 96% chance they die ?
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getting reports from the presidential banquet that Peeta looks gay as fuck
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ik peeniss has been flagging w the rehearsed speeches but did anyone else see the way they looked at each other in the censored district 11 speech
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youâre STUPID sheâs a capital pawn AND i fucked your mom while you were busy looking for illegal streams
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rip seneca you were so babygirl </3
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so now you think we canât fuck old men?
#this fandom is so ageist #this is prob what I get for blogging about thg tbh since # itâs literally about kids. Some of you ppl need to grow up
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Authorâs Note: This one is a filler since I am still working on âDairy of the Obsessedâ ..this one was spontaneous lmfaoo! Also requests are open feel free to give me story ideas
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Title: A Shape-Shifterâs Dilemma
Alastor x Reader Oneshot
written + edited by @puhmpkins-blog đ
W/C: 5.1K đ oops maybe too much lol my imagination got the better of me but please enjoy!
You always questioned where Alastor your husband would go. Most of the time you would brush it off and not think of itâOverlord stuff.
But one night while Al and you slept in the same bed he tossed and turned in his sleep you could assume he was having a nightmare
âhoney..?â You said in a low ruff voice as you gently placed a hand on Alastor who stops his moving before the word he mutters out was
âcharlie..â
...Now that is odd. Why would a overlord like Alastor be saying the princess of hells name in the middle of his sleep?
It made you raise a eyebrow, and questioned him.
The day following did not seem to ease your nerves one bit, he again in rather ..a rush to leave the manor
Standing next to the front doors door you watched as he moved back and forth through the living room looking for whatever he was desiring
âWhat's rushing for darling? This is rather out of characterâ You said as your eyes watched him move throughout the room
âOh nothing to concern yourself with dearie!~ Just overlord businessâ
You hummed back at his bland cryptic response not wanting to pick it apartâyou just decided not to question it and save yourself the energy
âRight. Just donât go get yourself in troubleâ You said smiling at Alastor standing infront of you, slightly towering over you as you fixed and cleaned off any dirt or lent that got caught on his suit as he was in your words rushing around
Moving your hands away from him, your eyes locked with his as Alastorâs reddish brown eyes, a flicker of amusement dancing within them. His lips curved from a small smile into a sly smirk, revealing his pointy teeth.
âTrouble?,â he questioned, making his one of his eyebrows raise in a cocky way , âWhy..thats my middle name, my dear.â He said clasping and holding both your hands as he stared at you, before shrugging âBut perhaps maybe Iâll make an exceptionâfor you.â
You rolled your eyes to your husband's playful antics, before giving Alastor his goodbye kiss and waving him bye as he sinks into his shadow disappearing leaving you alone in the manor.
A moment of silent filling the air before
âNow, let me figure out WHATâS actually happening.â
And thatâs how this whole shenanigan began with you.
You see, while Alastor might have been expected to marry some ordinary demon, you in your case, were far from ordinary. As a shape-shifting demon, you possessed the ability to transform your identity at will, becoming a whole new demon or a manifestation of whatever your imagination desired.
The only limitations were those of your own imagination or..if Alastor was able to sniff you out, thanks to his keen sense of smell. HOWEVER, avoiding detection was usually easy enough⌠for the most part.
Weeks to months youâve been keeping up on this âroutineâ of cat and mouse but all was paying off.
You found out Al has been to much of your dismay harboring rather a couple of secrets hidden and tucked from you. Other than your known overlord stuff he was a suppose helper at a hotel called the âHazbin Hotelâ that princess charlie owns and works at with a couple of other people almost made you drop with laughter when you first seen Alastor helping out with the hotel, you had to tell Rosie about this later.
It was easy to stay undercover and even easier to get close to him without him realizing and knowing it was you.
You made up your mind weeks ago that his territory would be fine, if you step away here and there to follow Alastor to the hotel
And thatâs how you end up to the present day you.
You werenât satisfied with knowing Alastor helps at a hotel. Yes indeed it was a shocker but thatâs all? You were still puzzled on why Al said Charile name to began with
Alastor hasnât suspected a thing yet due to him kinda being busy at the hotel or up in his office.
On the rare times you would see him, he was up in the upper balcony with nifty laughing with her, you couldnât hear what they were talking about but knowing the both of them.. it was rather something strange or gruesome
As another shifted ended, the day ended with you back at the manor seating in your comfortable loveseat, reading a book before mere minutes Al got back, making it seem as normal as possible to not raise suspicions
The next day as things moved along you wished Alastor a goodbye as you watched him shift into the shadows and disappear off.
Waiting a few minutes after he left you then began to get ready for your shift at the hotel, that first started with showering to rid yourself of your natural scentsâyou didnât want to be tackled down by your husband as soon as you walk in through the door.
Finishing up with your shower you stepped out spraying some random cheap perfume you had bought to scramble Al scents.
As you began styling yourself from being a lady of the 1920s with elegant beauty and designer dresses to a ripped petite coat, old bleach stained black skirt with a hole at the bottom with a finish messy down hairstyle
You laughed at your reflection
Seeing what you looked like in your normal form made you laugh. Alastor would probably gasp and dropped to his knees at the things you wore.
You walked out the house being sure to not be seen
Successfully making it past the fenced gates and out of the woods you came to the main roads of hell shifting yourself into a hell creature you have been using for this whole little âspying gameâ
A lengthy white fur being that stood, 6ft having two red stripes covering both arms and legs. Your (h/c) just reached the middle of your back and on your head sat two cream colored pointy horns, you kept your sharp teeth to still be able to scare off unwanted demons if the occasion was to rise
Checking yourself out in the reflection of the glass windows, you made sure everything was correct: your look, your attire and your scent.
You started to walk to the hotel, the sidewalk you have taken at least more than ten times.
As you inched closer to the hotel you for safe measures stopped and sprayed yourself down one more time in cheap perfume emptying the bottle before tossing it off in the distances and kept walking
Getting inside the hotel was an easy task,
You said hello to everyone vaggie, angeldust, sir pentious and his eggo children, huskier and nifty.
âEveryone is down here practicallyâwell almost everyoneâ looking around furrowing your eyebrows together
âWhere Charlie? She's usually with you, Vag?â You said to Vaggie who was sitting on the couch next to Angel looking at the TV
âShe should be in her office right now Lucy. I think she also wanted to talk to youâ Vaggie said kinda nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders towards the end as she looked up from the tv to you as you nodded your head
Making a hum noise you turned on your heel and began walking to Charlie office
Knocking before you entered, Charlie sat at her desk looking at papers
âHelluva morning Charlie. Vaggie was telling me you were looking for me, I just wanted to speak to you about what you wantedâ You said as you walked towards her desk and seating down in one of the chairs across from it
Charlie still having her go lucky smile on her face nodded putting down a couple of papers âYes Vaggie was right! I was looking for you Lucy!â She said pausing as she slide over a little stack of paperwork, âItâs nothing serious promise! I just wanted you to run these up to Al~!â
You nodded silently thanking hell for the opportunity to be closer to Al
âYeah of course I can do thatâ You said standing up taking the paperwork in your black gloved hands âConsider it done Charlie!â You said walking out of her office as she screamed a thank you from behind a closed office door
You hummed quietly to yourself as you walked up the flights of stairs to get to Alastorâs door
Minutes passed before you got to the door that read in bold letter
âAlastor, Radio Demonâ
Knocking lightly on the door, âhe should be in there?â
ââŚâ
âNo response..hm that weirdâ You thought as you looked over both your shoulders before you placed a gloved hand on your door handle twisting the knob before it opened slowly
!!!CREAAAK!!!
Your body mentally cringed at the noise as you pushed the door more open glancing around one more time you slipped in the crack of his door, gently shutting it closed once you entered
âWowâ Was the first word that escaped your mouth looking into his room now, it's his office yes, but what was beyond it that made it almost feel like you were..alive it was the bayou swamp/forest it was just how you remembered before you died all those years ago..breathtaking
Scanning the dimly lit area with the only light being a moonless night and the few fireflies that infested the air, you didnât see Alastor anywhere in sight, just a table with a chair on it in the middle of the grassy forest.
You bite your lip gently as you looked between the paper work and the forest before groaning knowing your mind was made up, as soon as you laid your eyes on the bayou. Leaving the paperwork for Alastor sitting on his wooden desk before you walked passed it and too the bayou landscape filling as it was almost a dream
Walking slowly into the grassy area with a smile as you breathed in the smell of forest closing your eyes and taking in the sound
It was a wonderful moment of quiet before the light noise of static in the forest made you snap your eyes open,.. thatâs Alastor getting closer into range of where you were standing.
Being lucky and hopeful you HOPE he didnât see you in the clearing just standing their with your eyes closed
You ran and hide behind some bushes and trees that were away from the table and chair you were standing nearâand just in the nick of time
You could hear and see him from where you were hiding the full static sound of a certain radio demon as he hummed a tune with a deer slumped dead over on his shoulder, carrying it with ease as he slammed it down on the table, you examined as he sat down making a fork appear out of thin air as he leaned his staff against his chair, before disappearing into air as he began to eat the deer raw pulling at its meatâmade you want to gag in disgust
âHe couldâve cooked itâ you thought watching him munch down on his hunt you can assume. Licking his lips after a couple of bites he wiped his mouth with a napkin like a true unhinged gentleman
Before he cleared his throat his eyes shutting but his smile spreading wider, causing you to get goosebumps
âI know your thereâ He said making you do a double take âhe knows i am here?â you thought blinking as you didnât buy his bluff
âI can sense your presence,â he drawled, his voice dripping with a sinister charm.
âYou canât hide from me.â He opened his crimson eyes as they began scanning the area. You kept your movement still as he scanned over the area you were hiding. You saw how he squinted his eyes almost immediately at the bush you were in
âCome out, come out wherever you areâ He sang out in a haunting tone
âYou do know as a predator.âHe started in a cheery tone before his voice dropped to a dual and deep one â I can smell you out.â His voice ringing of no radio filter
Your heart began to sped up
âfffuckâ Is what you thought before you seen Alastor disappear into thin airâit wasnât a surprise you were accustomed to that but you couldnât help your heart starting to speed up as he vanished into the air
âRun,â a disembodied whisper breathed against your nape
Took you no time of convincing as you ran not looking behind you as you kept your eyes forward only hearing the sound of something chasing behind,
You hit left and right, hoping to get Alastor off of you
As you take another right you ran behind a tree, hiding behind its figure as you heard and felt Alastor run pass you
You have never done something like this, it was rather fun but dangering
Peaking your head from behind the tree after what felt like entirety you didnât see Alastor for safe measures you transformed yourself to a small forest animal, just in case Alastor wants to sneak behind you..again
Following near your foot trail from the tree branches, you jumped from branch to branch with ease as you stopped once more hearing static noise come from nowhere, you smirked in your creature form as Alastor wouldnât suspect a thing
Watching from above, his form essentially appeared from thin air as he had a wide smirk and a look of hunger in his eyes as he looked at the spot you were suppose to be standing
âWhere are you~?â He said
ââŚâ
After a moment of looking in all the places he would expect and assume for someone to hide, he stood in the middle of the forest arms crossed as his ears flickered now and then
âNow where did they go? I was rather hungrier for something other than deerâ He said you can tell by his voice he was almost dumb struck how could he still be able to smell you but your nowhere near..weird?
You slowly shifted yourself backwards away from Alastor as you didnât want to alarm him nor give away your hiding, you were almost clear before a vibration was felt throughout the branch and in one second the branch snapped as you land ontop of Alastor head
â...â
â...â
It was quiet not either one of you dared to move before you felt your body being picked up fully by his hand and now..the jig was up
âWhat do we have here..â He said looking at you âA small diversion from the person thats in here?âAlastorâs gaze bore into you, dissecting your very essence.
A wicked glint in his eyes began to take place, âWell I guess since I couldn't catch my actual food, I shall eat you little oneâ Pausing to smug smile before continuing âBad luck for you?~â He said as he lifted you above his mouth
You squirmed in his hands, heart racing.
âThis canât be how (y/n)'s story endsâ, you thought desperately.
Just as he was about to drop you into his abyssal maw, you shiftedâyour disguise falling away
You landed on top of Alastor, who staggered back, utterly unprepared.
âDonât eat me,â you blurted out, adrenaline surging. Alastor stood, bemusement etching his features.
âLucy?!â Alastorâs voice crackled through the air, a radio filter distorting his words. The static hummed, raising the hairs on your arms.
âWhy are you in here?â His step was deliberate, menacing. You retreated, heart pounding.
âHow did you make yourself appear small? Then big?â His eyes narrowed, dissecting you. Each step he took, you mirrored, until your back pressed against a treeâliterally.
Your mind raced for a lie, an escape. But then it happenedâthe slip up, the unraveling.
You shifted into your true form, the one Alastor would recognized.
â(Y/N)?!â His voice lost the radio filter, and you met his gaze. Confusion etched his features. You bit your bottom lip, a awkward laugh escaping.
âErm, surpriseâŚ?â You said as you watched him back up a little from you a smile now spreading wider by the minute as the static was the buzz in the air
As it was overtook by the applause he started to emitted as he turned the other way starting to laugh
âA surprise indeed dearie who wouldâve know my wife could pull such a thing offâ He started.. you didnât like how this was sounding as you moved away from the tree watching him as he created slight distances between him and yourself
You watched as a nagging feeling was telling you to start running but ignoring that you spoke up âAlastor I-â He cut you off with his words
As he appeared behind youâthe Radio Demon, with crimson eyes and a dangerous smile. His arm encircled your waist, pulling you closer. âYou had the entire hotel convinced of this Lucy woman,â he murmured, his voice devoid of filters. âBravo, dearie. Truly bravo.â
You didnât like how he was taking the situation as what he said to you in a flare voice on confirmed how much you actually DID piss off Alastor with this little disguise
âYou should run now.â
Those four words holding a threat of the unknown and you wanting to at least talk for yourself turned to face Alastor his crimson eyes only reflecting the pure chaos he was about to inflict on this game of catch with you, as you shook your head
âPlease let me explainâ You urged, desperation coloring your voice.
â5â Alastor your dear husband replied, holding out his hand. The air crackled with tension
âAl pleaseââŚâ
â4..â He sung out as he closed his eyes, standing tall. One hand rested behind his back, the other poised like a pendulum. The smile of him showing his sharp teeth made you swallow harshly
â3â He warned out to you knowing your still there as he opened one eye to look at you breathing out short âHmm..a shame your going to let me catch you so easyâ He said shutting his open eye closed
â2 dearieâ He warned out now holding two fingers as he began to shift in his stances his neck elongated he was slowly shifting into his demon form, and thatâs when you finally decide to run
You huffed and panted as you switched your form a couple of times to give you longer distances away from Alastor as you made it deeper into the Bayou the ground under you turning slightly squishy as you kept running not interested to turn around
You ran for what felt like hours before you stopped down near a swamp bank hunched on you knees as you gain your second wind, taking a few more breathes you stood up, the air was quiet you couldnât hear the static of Al, so you have to be far from him? or he just turned off that noise so he could stalk and pounce on you
Whatever the case maybe you took a breathe in and out as you looked ahead of the lake, nothing but more forestâ
You thought different ideas like turning into a winged creature and flying back towards the rooms door to get out of here, but you didnât know how high you could fly and since Alastor canât fly nor has wings, you doubt that celling is high enough to get high enough where he couldnât hit you out of air
Best option was to keep running or go into the swamp water, it would give you better opportunity, reflecting your options about it you heard the ground beneath you move with vibrations âfuck he already found meâ you thought coming to the defeat you were going to let yourself be caught but that was until you seen that fucken demon form mere seconds before he seen you, you bailed out dipping yourself slowly in the cold water taking a big breathe before dunking yourself under
Seconds stretched into eternity as you held your breath, your lungs screaming for release. The vibrations in the ground intensified, and you knew he was near. What was Alastor going to do when he catched you? He wouldnât actually hurt his wife? You thought of as your heart hammered against your ribs, and you wondered if you should be actually concerned
Alastor scanned the area, seeking his dear wife. You pressed deeper into the water, your head submerged further, only the top part of your head concealed by a stray lilypad.
Minutes passedâor perhaps it was mere secondsâbefore you surfaced. Gasping for air, you wiped water from your eyes. Alastor wasnât in sight.
You continued walk towards the edge of the pond before crawling out of the pond, lying down on the edge of it your knees still submerged as you sighed out in relief, shutting your eyes for what felt like a second
Before you heard, the clearing of a throatâa sound that sent shivers down your spine. Opening your eyes standing above you was the oh-so-familiar radio demon. You smiled, but before you could vanish into the water, Alastorâs grip closed around your arms. His purr was a velvet blade against your skin.
âCome now, darling,â he drawled, his tone deceiving. âWe donât want you to get wet. Let me assist you in this ratherâŚexchange.â His strength pulled you back, and you squirmed, defiance flaring. But Alastor was stronger, and you found yourself pressed against his chest, dripping and caught.
âLet go,â you demanded, but he only laughedâa predator savoring its prey
âNow, dear, this is part of the game.â His eyes bore into yours, crimson flames dancing. âIâve caught you, and now youâll be the prize I win.â His tongue flicked across his lips
As Alastor carried you through the forest he hummed a simple tone, making you more on edge
You both arrived at another clearing?
âThis isnât where we started Alâ You said as he set you down, gently helping you get up, as your eyes shifted from the scenery to him
Alastorâs gaze was going up and down on you, as you caught little symbols manifesting themselves around him as he was now a step or two away from you
âCome hereâ He said in a commanding tone, a chain manifesting around your neck as your eyes widen to metal chain outline with the color of green. Your hands immediately shot to your neck trying to grip and claw at it. You felt a tug come towards Al before you leaned your body away from it trying to keep space, digging your feet lightly in the ground
One real yank got you to move forward unprepared, the earth meant your face very quick and you instantly felt blood in your mouth
âAh, be good for me, Y/N, and just obey,â he murmured, his grip unyielding. You crawled on your knees and hands, inching closer to him. The chain around your neck tightened, lifting you off the ground. Alastorâs crimson eyes bore into yours.
âMy dear sweet little wife, Y/N,â he drawled, his voice devoid of filters. Each word carried weight, punctuated by his southern accent. âYou, dearie, violated our little agreement.â His fingers traced the chain. âWe had an understanding, did we not?â
Your breaths came in ragged gasps. âI didnât mean to Alâ you whispered
His chuckle echoed through the clearing as he lowered you gently to the ground, ensuring the fall didnât harm you.
âSo, my doe,â he began, his voice a velvet blade, âplease give me an explanation. Why has my wife been running around disguised as a Lucy person, workingââ His fingers closed around your hands, the chain that had bound you vanishing into thin air. âHer dear, softly delicate hands at a hotel that deserves none of her attention?â His words hung in the air, a question wrapped in menace. âRather than be in a manor that belongs to her and her husband? Have I done something wrong?â
You sighed out as you nodded taking your hands out of his, to his displeasure âAll this started because i heard you mumble in your sleep rather a month or so ago..princess name Charlieâ You said with embarrassment flaming your checks as you looked away from Alastor not wanting to know what expression he held
The air was quiet between the both of you, not a word was spokenâYou felt like you were holding your breathe with the tension in the air before you felt the touch of your husband on your hands again
âMon cher~â He purred out making you look at him, his face of course held a wide smile but the look in his eyes held anger with something else glimmering around it âNothing could replace youâ
âNo hotelâ He said his hand holding out your arm as he kissed at the palm before saying, âNo demonâ Alastor continued raising his head kissing you at the center of your arm, looking at you in the eyes before kissing more up your arm while saying âAnd certainly no Lucifer daughter could take my eye off of something as ravishing as you my doe~â Al kissing up you between each pause as he at your neck slowly peaking at it having you basically in his lap with your back towards him, as you moved your head to side to let him continue as he only chuckle at the gesture
Al with his free hand grabbing at your chin to make you look at him as he stared into your (e/c) âBut my dear mon cher, you agree at my words as if you understand, but it seems as though you forgotten who I belong tooâ He said letting go of your chin as both of his hands traveled down to your hips resting there âYou forget who's name causes thrill of different emotions within me, so let me remind you~â
Alastor leaned into you, as you meant him half way kissing him
A passionate kiss with some underline aggression made the kiss much more thrilling as Alastor fought for dominance with you trying to dominate over him
With a deep chuckle he pulled away from the kiss, âYou being defiant wonât end well for you dearâ You looked up too him as you bite your lower lip holding on too his bow tie slowly undoing it as his hands trailed up and down your legs
âNo words so be itâ He shrugged before pushing you down to the ground, your back laying on the grass as he spread your legs open wide, everything on full display for him to see
He leaned his head down as his ears pushed back towards his head as his eyes half lidded looking up to a red face you âMm~Darling your so intoxicating with that look on your faceâ He said before plunging his head down open his mouth before eating your pussy
Your eyes shut closed as your hands went immediately to his hair gripping and pulling at it, as you mumbled out moans holding onto Alastor head down as he kept eating you out
âAl~!â You said in low moan as you felt yourself starting to come undone down there âAlastor..I..I am going toââ
Before you could muster and get out the words to warn your husband, the sensation of Alastor mouth moved away from you leaving you in almost blank state, so close to clarity but yet so far âŚ
You whimpered as you looked down to Alastor whoâs face was smirking as he shook his head licking his lips slightly âYou think after the charade you pulled your going to get to cum that quick and easily?â He said and laughed âDearie we are just starting.â
Alastor in a instances flipped you over making you rise to all fours with help of his shadows tendrils you were now ass up face down, with your arms being held down by the shadows tendrils, you whimpered trying to move against them as you felt a burning sensation on your bottom causing you to move it from side to side
Alastor watched in trans like state as you moved your ass after he smacked it only making his boner go harder, as he rub on it through his pants
âAl, let me out of this! I donât want to beâAhh~!âYou said feeling a familiar feeling slide in you as your eyes rolled behind you, you clawed at the grass alastor pushed all himself in you
âMmm~There you go Mon Cher~â Alastor said rolling his hips as his head tilted backwards, both of his hands gripping on your hips keeping them in place as he began slowly pumping in and out of you
You moaned as you moved with his thrusts, arching your back as Al grunts and low moans could be heard
Alastor started to pick up in speed as you could only speak out the simple word âAl~â Which was music to the radio demons ears
âOh (Y/n)~â He said as he kept up fast with his thrusts moving one his hand to your hair, gripping at it pulling you backwards as your head flung back
âOpen your eyes.â He said making you slowly open your eyes as meant with the eyes of crimson red ones as his smile was deceiving as his eyes showed pure lust that was feeling âFuck.â He said as gripped tighter on your hair yanking almost at the root as you moaned with each thrust
âI am going to finish in you.â He said in not a question but as a command as you tighten around him bring him closer as he shut his eyes letting go of your hair before opening his mouth and bitting at the back of your neck as you moaned closing your eyes feeling yourself reaching edge as you reached climax sametime as Alastor
Couple months later drawed by quick before you knew it you were back at the manor, watching over Alâs territory sipping tea as you smiled mindlessly, yeah there was really nothing to worry about.
FIN!!!
Extra! Extra!
(Y/n) and Al strolling through the park. hand in hand as Al hums a tune
Al: âI do say mon cher, I think I never told you why I was saying Charlie's nameâ
Y/n: âYeah you havenât, do shareâ
Al: âYou wouldnât believe it! Charlie in my dream was trying to paint my Radio Studio, it was all going to be rainbows with fluffy pink unicorns if I didnât say her nameâ
Y/n: deadpans
Al: Only telling you the truth dearie~!sings out
Y/n: Your truth is utter dogshit sometimes
Al: gasp Darling!
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đ thank u guys so much for 1k followers đ i donât know how we got here but i love you all endlessly and canât thank you enough for all the love n support. hereâs some smutty joel to celebrate 𤊠this might become something, it might not. i dunno. wanted to try it out tho. lmk your thoughts â¨
pairing: joel miller x fem!reader
summary: you and joel have an agreement: follow his movements, follow his orders, stay alive. what happens when, one night, he asks you to break the deal?
warnings: 18+ (minors dni!!!) post-outbreak!joel, pining i guess?? when don't i pine for this man, praise kink, light bondage, fingering, unprotected p in v sex (don't u dare), creampie, dom!joel, soft!joel, age gap (late 20s reader, late 40s joel), cursing, cute horsies
word count: 6.9k
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Somewhere between Missouri and Illinois, last time you checked. Joel has the map, and you donât bother asking him to see it much. Youâve been following the Mississippi north, on his orders, looking to hit St. Louis sometime tomorrow. Provided you donât run into any trouble, that is.
Itâs been three days with no safe refuge. Camping out in deserted houses with wood for windowpanes, stores infested with rats, office buildings with infected roaming. Joel figures the outskirts of the city are a good spot to stop for a couple nights, regain your strength, find supplies.
Youâre a few paces ahead of him, only turning your head slightly when you notice an offramp, and looking back ahead when he doesnât give any direction. You weave in and out of abandoned cars, hips swaying with the clipping of your horseâs hooves on broken asphalt, Joelâs horse in time at your heels.
Youâd untethered the pair of them on a farm back in Nebraska. Joel had told you to stay put while he cleared the house, but youâd wandered over to the field when you spotted them. Timid, skittish, starving.
Five minutes hooked over the fence and they were both eating grass youâd pulled from the earth, right out of your hand. Joelâs heavy footsteps approaching had spooked them back a few steps, but youâd petted their muzzles and when he did the same, they soon warmed to him, too.
Heâd jerked his head in a nod and muttered, âGood job,â before finding two saddles, strapping them on, and helping you onto the chestnut brown one â who youâd named Jet.
Joel had found tins of food in the farmhouse, and a switchblade for you to carry. He had a new stain on his shirt.
âInfected?â you asked.
He grunted in reply. Then rolled the tins into his backpack and hoisted himself onto his own horse, giving her reins a tug.
You knew that meant that yeah, thereâd been infected inside. And recent, too, going by how well-kept the horses looked. It canât have been longer than a week.
Joelâs silence as you both wandered down the farm track probably meant that there werenât just adults in the house, either.
Youâd glanced over to him, giving him a small smile. Bent over and reached for his horseâs ears, scratching where her soft black coat met her mane. The reins lay loose around Joelâs knuckles.
Protecting and providing for you was more important than some infected kids in a farmhouse. Joel had made that more than clear over the time youâd been with him. But somewhere, buried deep underneath years of fighting and killing, tucked away under a dusty flannel shirt, you knew his heart was hurting.
That was two weeks ago. Joel hasnât talked about it, and youâre not interested in bringing it back up. Yâall got to the farm, took everything it had to offer, and you left.
Jet clicks her way along the highway somewhere south of the city. Itâs still bright out; Joel reckons probably a few more hours of sunlight, so you know heâll be scouting for places to camp out soon.
You lean back to stretch your spine, hand steadying yourself on Jetâs rump, her tail swishing as she walks. Her head bobs, looking from left to right, from the trucks with smashed windows sprouting moss, over to the trees losing leaves in the fall breeze.
Itâs peaceful. Not much is, these days.
Itâs quiet enough that Joel can listen for any sound of oncoming threat, and quiet enough that you can shut your eyes and pretend like youâre on some trail in the Texas country, on a warm summer evening; not exhausted, covered in dirt, weeks since you washed, days since you slept.
Youâre humming gently to yourself, imagination taking you down by a creek where Joel pulls you by hand off the horse and you sit down to a picnic or something. Heâd bring a basket. Maybe a bottle of wine, or a cheese board. Maybe he lays you back and kisses you on the blanket. Maybe his hand starts to wander up your thigh, skirt ruffling as he goesâŚ
âNot much out here, is there?â
His voice startles you, bursting the seams of your daydream. He isnât much of a talker, not unless you start it. You sit up straight and give your head a shake, as if dislodging the fantasy from your mind.
You twist around to look at his face; squinting under the bright white sky. Tired, same as you, lined, flecked with years and sun and survival.
âHm?â he asks when you still donât reply.
âNot a lot,â you finally say, clearing your throat and turning back to the road.
Finding the horses isnât the only thing thatâd happened two weeks ago.
Joel hadnât wanted to camp in the farmhouse, hadnât wanted to have to shift the bodies. Too much effort, or too much for you to see, maybe. Youâd protested, heart set on a nightâs sleep in an actual bed, but he hadnât budged.
And you knew not to push him.
The sun was setting, though, so Joel led you down a dirt track toward a barn and burst the padlock. He tied the horses up just inside the door, used bundled up hay as a makeshift mattress upon which he laid out a blanket for you.
He barricaded the door as you lay back, did a walkaround of the place just in case any infected â or worse â were waiting to surprise yâall, and then sat down next to you.
Your head by his thigh, you put a hand on his knee.
âYou can lie down, too, yâknow.â
He grunted in response, breathing deep and steady.
âJoel.â
You took his shoulder and tried to pull him down to you, but the man is stronger than anyone youâve ever met, even in his late forties, and you were convinced heâd only pretended to be yanked toward you so as not to hurt your feelings too much.
He remained upright. âJust want to keep watch for a while.â
Joelâs like this when youâre on the road. Heâs cautious. On high alert. Always watching ahead, always listening out for whatever he thinks he might hear in the distance. Sometimes you can say something to him and have to give his leg a kick for him to answer you.
Youâd sighed and pushed yourself up to lean your bicep against his. He furrowed his brows and scanned you from your jeans to your jaw.
âIf youâre up, Iâm up,â you told him.
âYou need sleep,â he replied flatly.
You shrugged. âSo do you.â
âWhat good is both of us tired?â
You sighed again and shook your head. You werenât gonna argue with him.
Good thing he didnât feel much like arguing, either. Ten minutes later he was on top of you, jeans loose on his thighs, head buried in your shoulder, fucking you senseless. Grunting and groaning into your skin.
Youâd scored marks into his shoulder blades with your nails that youâre sure, if you peeled back his shirt right now, would still be there.
Itâd tired you both out enough that Joel settled with your head on his chest, his hand in your hair, eyes trained on the barn doors. You donât know if he slept a wink. You never know if he sleeps these days.
Joel hears the hoarseness of your voice and knows that youâre tired, âcause he clicks to his horse and she trots up alongside you and Jet. He pulls the map from his backpack. You tilt your head to take a look.
âKeep ridinâ for another hour,â he mumbles. ââm sure weâll find somewhere soon. Looks like weâre still a little way out of St. Louis.â
You nod, rolling your head back. The cloudy sky burns your corneas as you watch a bird fly overhead. Joel slips the map back into his bag and you feel his hand on your thigh.
âYou okay?â
âMhm. Tired,â you whisper.
âOnly a little while longer.â He gives your leg a small squeeze and his hand returns to the reins. He doesnât fall back, instead, stays ambling along by your side. It feels like company. Feels nice. FeelsâŚnormal.
Two weeks is a long fucking time. Especially when your adrenaline peaks on the regular, sometimes multiple times in one day, and youâre alone with Joel all day and all night. Trusting each other, relying on each other. Saving each other time and time again. It was only natural that you began to rely on each other forâŚmore than just survival.
You canât remember when you found him. It was in the QZ, back when you believed in stability and structure. When you believed in people. Now, the only thing you believed in was Joel. Broken, hurt, shut-off Joel, whoâd grumbled an apology when his shoulder brushed yours in the hallway and changed everything.
You like to think you were something new to him, something different. A challenge, maybe. Something worth holding onto, anyway, for reasons he was yet to let you in on.
He had an apartment of his own, with a bed of his own, which was something you werenât used to. You shared a cramped apartment with Luce, a single mom with a two-year-old. Joelâs was where you went when the tantrums, the screaming in the middle of the night, the ration cards being destroyed either by ripping, by eating, or else by other means, became too suffocating.
Joel didnât believe in anything or anyone, either. Thatâs what kept you coming back.
Heâd just open his door and step aside to let you in. Barely a word. Heâd ask if youâd eaten, and share his plate with you either way. Wordlessly picking away at the same food, making sure you got the last spoonful of soup, the last strip of jerky.
Most nights heâd fuck you until your mind went blank, nothing but the smell of him, feel of him, sound of him. No talking, no kissing, no touching. Just the sound of the bed springs, Joelâs soft groans as he bottomed out inside you. The feel of his hot skin, hips rubbing against the inside of your thighs. The bare, cracked brick walls of his apartment would fade away with each thrust, and then slowly seep back in when your orgasm began to wash away.
You knew it was time-wasting, for both of you. Scratching an itch. But some nights, it felt like more. The nights when heâd be so caught up in what he was doing, so caught up in you, that heâd forget to pull out. The nights his hips would snap messily and suddenly he was spilling inside of you, a deep groan humming against your skin between his teeth.
He wouldnât care to ask, and you wouldnât offer the information for free, but you remember every fucking time he did it. Where itâd happened, the position he had you in, how long it took for him to finally peel his body off of yours.
And afterwards, heâd let you sleep with your head on his chest. Let you play with his fingers. Let you talk to him; let you ask questions.
Didnât mean he answered all of them. Didnât even mean he answered much. Some, heâd give away more openly than others, but you soon got used to clocking when he was keeping a secret. Make a mental note of it, remember to chip away at it.
He trusted you, though; you knew that. Knew it by the way his fingers knotted safely in your hair, the way heâd lie naked with you until the sun came up. The way his breathing would slow, the way heâd mumble in his sleep.
You never talked to him about the incoherent words heâd breathe â but you could piece them together well enough to understand him better than his waken self would ever reveal.
When you brought up leaving, one rainy night weeks ago, he thought about it maybe twice over. Asked how he was supposed to keep you safe.
You do that already, you told him.
âs different outside. You donât understand.
It canât be any worse than in here.
Youâd taken a step forward, and heâd flinched, but allowed you to take his strong jaw in your hands. You tried to form a sentence, and when your throat closed up, eyes flitting between his, he took your wrists and lowered them. The shadow of a rain-spattered window doused in a sickly amber glow across his face.
Youâd wanted to kiss him. And had he left your hands where they were just a few seconds longer, you think you mightâve. Joel saw it in your eyes, and stopped it.
Whatever. It had still convinced him. He packed his bag and you snuck down the fire escape the following night. Joelâs fingers were hooked around your belt loop the entire time, keeping your hip in stride with his all the way until you were at least a hundred feet away from the QZ wall.
His other concern was his age. Why someone like you would want to run away with someone like him. Forty-something, graying, past his peak. He has, like, twenty years on you. Once he made some reference about Bruce Springsteen and, when your face blanked, he sighed and took the bridge of his nose between his fingers.
I know who Bruce Springsteen is, asshole, youâd said, just didnât get that reference.
Heâd shaken his head and given you a sly, twisted smirk, then pushed you out the door of the apartment block you guys were searching.
Still, despite the years between you, you have one major thing in common.
Youâre both good at getting each otherâŚthere.
Joel knows exactly what to do to make you tick. You know exactly how to push him until he does it. Itâs in the way you look at him, the way you touch him. Things you say that make his stony eyes flit once down your body, and then you know youâre in.
Itâs a little harder to do while on horseback, you gotta admit. The best you can do is look at him, say a sentence or two laced with want and need. Hope that he reads through the lines.
Itâs worked a few times, when Joelâs suddenly found a shed or basement you can camp out in and then made it difficult for you to walk for the next couple days.
Right now, you feel too tired to even bat your eyelashes at him, never mind coming up with lines to turn him on. Youâve been on the highway for a few hours by this point, little sign of shelter anywhere nearby. Joel holds his hand out and you bring your horses to a stop in view of a hospital a couple miles ahead.
âThatâs gotta be teeminâ with them,â you say, looking over to study his expression.
âHm,â Joel agrees, and glances to the right.
âWhat you thinkinâ? Sunâs getting lower.â
He takes a deep breath, pulls on the reins. âKnow somewhere nearby.â
He heads off the highway with a click of his teeth, and you follow. You shut your eyes, chin burying beneath the collar of your shirt. Youâd kinda hoped that heâd offer to clear even a small part of the hospital for you to rest up, maybe more, but you trust him enough to lead you somewhere safer, somewhere quieter.
That trust begins to wear thin, though, when the sun disappears behind the trees, drowning you guys in a low dusk, and the temperature begins to fall. Joelâs using whatâs left of the gray light to guide him, slowing down to take a hold of Jetâs reins and line her up with his own horse.
âI thought you said an hour,â you mumble, grip becoming slack on the leather.
âChanged my mind,â he replies. âAlmost there.â
Your eyes start to roll with exhaustion, hips aching from the position youâve been sat in for hours now. Itâs not until you notice the silhouette of a tall sign in the clearing, black against the fading purple sky, that you blink yourself awake.
Joel pulls you and Jet off the road to a deserted parking lot, shadowed by a motel. He slows the horses down, listening for any signs of life, leading them to the side of the building.
âEasy,â he whispers, pulling on the reins. Both animals come to a halt.
He slides off the saddle, hitting the ground with a thud. He takes your hands, pulling you down to him, and you glance around.
âStay here,â he tells you, and you donât have the energy to argue back.
He makes off, pulling his gun from his holster. You stand with a hand on each horseâs muzzle, gently petting. Joelâs gone for a decent amount of time, his silhouette slowly sneaking in and out of every room, spending a couple minutes in each before he clears it.
He returns with a box of pills, some gauze, and a bottle of water, which he hands to you. You take a long swig and pass it back, and he does the same.
âWhat will we do with Jet ânâŚ?â
âHuh?â he asks, replacing the cap on the half-empty bottle.
âWhatâs your horse called?â
âShe ainât got a name.â
You tsk. âBad owner.â
âWe ainât their owners.â
âMineâs is Jet. Pick a name.â
Joel sighs and shakes his head, but you know heâs gonna spend all night thinking up some name to go with yours. âWeâll tie âem up out here.â
âWhat if something happens to them?â
âWell,â he says, leading them toward the shelter, âif somethinâ happens to them, it only means itâs about thirty seconds away from happeninâ to us.â
He jerks his head toward the first room as he ties them up, and you know the conversation is over.
You wander into the small, dingy room, pulling your jacket from your shoulders. It smells of damp, the wallpaperâs peeling off the wall above the bed. The sheets are in disarray, a little dusty, but they look clean enough. The bathroom walls are covered in grime. Drawers empty, closet doors missing, entire place ransacked.
Itâs as good as you get, these days. At least it has a solid roof.
Joel settles the horses and closes the door gently behind himself. Youâre already tugging your boots off, sat at the foot of the bed.
He rests his gun on the nightstand and straightens up, stretching his back with a quiet groan.
ââs cozy,â you offer, and he nods.
âBetter ân risking that hospital.â
The bedsprings creak when you shimmy up the mattress, resting your back against the hardwood headboard. It ainât the most comfortable, but then itâs not meant to be, is it? Itâs only meant to be safe, which Joelâs made sure of.
He stands at the bottom of the bed, watching you as you bounce up and down a couple times, laughing quietly at the sound of the springs beneath you. His expression clouds over under low brows.
âYâokay?â you ask, tilting your head.
He nods again. Eyes flitting up and down, from your face to your neck, back up, and then lower still. Your chest. Your stomach. Your legs. You feel your heartbeat quicken when he takes a step forward.
âJust had to find somewhere better.â
âBetter?â You smile. âHave you seen the world, Miller?â
He leans his knee against the foot of the bed. His brown eyes darken even more, and his jaw tenses.
âHad to find somewhere better,â he mutters, âso I could fuck you in peace.â
Your breath catches. You stare from his lips back up to his eyes. His fists are balled tight. His chest heaves with steady panting. Thereâs something flickering in the depths of those warm eyes; an ember, drawing you in. Tantalizing you.
You sit forward, pushing onto all fours, and crawl down the groaning bed to him, rising onto your knees when your hands meet his shirt. Your chest against his stomach, you look up into his eyes.
His rough hands knot in your hair and he pulls down, yanking your head back and your chin up to him. He studies your face, outlined in the moonlight seeping through the window. Then he lowers his jaw and lines his lips against yours.
âThat what you want?â he hums against your mouth. You swallow his words â they claw at your throat as they go.
âUhuh,â you breathe back, trying to connect your lips. He doesnât allow you; steadily dodges your jaw like youâre a pair of negative magnets, repelling off one another. You moan.
âNeedy girl,â Joel whispers. âTwo weeks too long for you?â
âMhm.â
Youâre not tired anymore. Youâre fucking desperate. You feel your cunt dripping, seeping through your underwear, worsened when Joelâs hand reaches down between your legs and cups you through your jeans.
You gasp and grab his arms to steady yourself.
âTell me what you want,â he says, hand tensing around your core.
Your lip trembles as you watch the way his mouth moves, how he shapes the words. His teeth locked between soft lips, dappled with brown hair, ends singed gray. The way he almost spits the words.
Your chest meets his torso when you breathe in, a deep, shaky breath. Joel notices; the corners of his mouth twitch, holding back a smile.
âWant you toâŚwant youâŚâ
He doesnât wait for you to finish your sentence. He pushes you back and falls on top of you, strong body pinning you against the mattress, hand still clamped to your crotch.
His head dips to your neck where he bites, scratches and sucks, mumbling against your hot skin, âTell me, baby. Use your words.â
Your head begins to swim, body starts pulsing with electricity. Baby. Joelâs pet names are limited to one thing. One activity.
âWant you to fâ fuck, Joel â fuck me.â Fuck me fuck me fuck me.
His hand begins wrestling with the button of your jeans. Thick fingers fumbling with your zipper, taking your waistband with both hands and hauling it down. The force of it pulls you down the mattress too, squealing as Joel rips the denim from your legs. You lower your hands to help him, but once theyâre tossed to the floor, he bats you away.
Heâs shaking his head, tsking, then takes both your wrists in one of his huge hands. Fingers twisted around your delicate skin, pinning them above your head. The bed sighs around you when he pushes your hands into the mattress. Your back arches, your chest rising to meet his.
Your legs part, knees settling either side of his waist. Of course they do. Itâs what you know now. Itâs basic fucking instinct at this point.
His free hand returns to cup your sex, feeling how wet you are through your now soaked underwear.
âBaby,â he coos, âthis all for me?â
You nod a little too eagerly, not that youâre present enough to care. But it beckons a smug smile from Joel, who begins sliding your panties down your thighs.
Your hips lift to let him drag the fabric down, biting your lip, not willing to wait another fucking second for him. Lace meets denim on the torn-up floor, and you sigh, settling back against the rusty bedsprings and mottled sheets.
Joelâs free hand ghosts from your wrist down to your elbow, teetering along the sleeve of your t-shirt over to the collar, where he pulls it so far down into the valley between your breasts that a small noise passes your lips.
âHm?â he asks, fingers pausing against your breastbone.
ââs my only shirt. DonâtâŚâ
He kisses his teeth. His gaze never lifts from your heaving chest, skin damp with sweat right underneath his fingers. You can see him tossing it over in his head. What he wants to do, versus what he probably shouldnât.
He blinks. Decision made.
âGive you one of mine,â he growls, and hooks his fingers, dragging the fabric of your shirt lower and lower until the collar tears open and itâs another scrap lost to the motel room floor.
And then there you are, naked and writhing underneath him. Heâs still in his dusty flannel. Thereâs sweat lining his forehead. He holds himself over you, hovering, taking every inch of you in and storing it behind his eyes.
You jerk your hands, trying to break free just to touch him, feel him, but he pulls away again, tutting.
âNo, pretty girl,â Joel coos, âgonna take my time with ya.â
You moan in protest, still wriggling under his body. His grip on your wrists doesnât loosen, not even when his free hand dips to undo his belt. The cold metal kisses your naked thighs when he pulls it through his jeans; the leather drags up your torso and across your face as he lifts it.
He takes your hands individually, careful and yet rough, urgent, and slots them between the slats of the headboard. Your head turns up to watch what heâs doing. The silver of his belt buckle knocks against the wood as he slips it under your wrists, feeding it between your skin and the mattress, wrapping it around the slat between your hands.
Then he slips the belt through the buckle, and pulls. Tight. Your hands come together, wrists kissing, the leather burning your skin the tighter he pulls. You whine, head rolling back to meet his gaze, fixed on yours.
âSince you donât wanna listen.â
The drip in his voice, sweet like honey, smooth as whiskey, forces your legs open wider. Joel smirks, pushing himself down the mattress and out of your view.
Staring up at the gray ceiling, youâre left just to feel him. Feel him as his palms splay out on your knees, pushing them into the bed. Feel his stubble graze the inside of your thigh as he drags his tongue up, leaving a trail of wet behind.
Feel when he breathes a whisper across your aching cunt, something you canât hear over the ruffling of sheets around your head as you toss around. And feel when his fingers part your lips, opening you up wide for him to really fucking see.
âFuck, baby,â he says, and you find the strength to lift your head to watch. Heâs leant over you, one arm hooked around your left thigh, holding it open, the other fuckingâŚplaying with you. Like youâre some fancy gadget. Like youâre brand new to him.
âSo,â he runs two fingers from your clit through your folds, âfuckinâ,â lines them up at your entrance, âpretty â for me.â
He pushes up into you, and your head hits the pillow with a stifled groan. Youâre panting through your teeth, back arching the deeper he goes, stretching you out and rocking waves of sparkling heat through you. Waves that hit the other end of your stomach and come rippling back, throbbing around his thick fingers.
His arm bears down on your thigh, forcing your legs wide open for him. His hand cups your clit and you buck your hips, rutting against the base of his palm. Joel laughs softly.
âPatience, darlinâ. Donât want it to be over âfore itâs even started.â
Your head rocks back and forth, eyes tight shut. Itâs all you can fucking do, tied tight to the bed. Joel pumps his fingers in and out of you, adding a third when youâre wet enough, thumb never leaving your clit.
You can feel your orgasm brewing in your stomach. Feel the tension between your hips. Youâre chasing it, eyes shut, focusing only on Joelâs hand fucking in and out, in and out. Youâre coming close, body pushing into the mattress, legs widening even more to let him slip a fourth finger inside you.
âFeel good?â he asks, almost with a laugh. Thereâs a smirk painted across his lips, you know it, even though you canât find the energy to open your eyes.
You whimper in response, some small, muffled sound roughly shaped like yeah.
âYeah,â Joel agrees, and his wrist flicks harder.
You moan every time his fingertips kiss the edge of your cunt, pushing against the soft walls. You moan when he drags them out, leaving you empty. Again, when he pushes them back in, rough and fast. And then when he lowers his lips to your ear and tells you how good youâre being, how pretty you look, how hard heâs gonnaâŚ
Itâs like he changes his mind in an instant.
Withdraws his hand, slick-covered and still hooked. Pulls it away as quickly as he pulls your orgasm from your body. It drains from you; reduces back to an ache you canât reach.
Joel slips his fingers between his lips as he readjusts himself, repositioning on the squealing mattress. Sucks them clean as casually as he would at a cookout or something, then takes your hips in both hands and straightens you up.
His jeans are tugged down barely past his ass. Heâs not prepared to waste any time ripping his own clothes off like he did yours. Just leans forward, pulls his solid cock from his boxershorts, and spits into his hand.
You watch through eyes glazed with lust as he strokes himself a couple times, eyes always on your swollen cunt, groaning as his spit coats his shaft. Then he lowers himself to you and does the same, only running his length through your folds.
You whine, feeling that familiar thickness separate you so close to where you need him, and yet so fucking far.
âJoelâŚâ you whisper, but heâs not listening.
Transfixed on the sight of his cock moving against your soaked cunt. Listening to the sweet, wet sounds the pair of you make. His tip catches on your entrance a couple times and you gasp. Just fucking do it already.
âFuck,â Joel growls under his breath, and thenâŚ
Itâs been months. Might even be years. But the feeling of him pushing inside you for the first time is still the same. Every. Fucking. Time. Heâs bigger, thicker than anyone youâve ever slept with before. And he knows it, because every single time, he glides into you without hesitation. No time for you to adjust. Just fills you up straight away, lets you deal with it later.
Heâs cocky like that. Too careful when youâre on the road, and too careless when youâre between the sheets. Not that youâre fuckinâ complaining.
Your mouth falls open in a choked moan. Your lungs are gasping for air. Joelâs all you can feel.
Your elbows lift into the air, arms desperate to break free just to grab onto him, ground yourself, feel him close against you. Your wrists lock against the hardwood, leather digging into your skin as punishment for trying to break free. Youâre stuck; nothing but the overwhelming feeling of him between your legs, filling you up and leaving you empty over and over again.
âGood girl,â heâs panting, still watching where his cock lines up with your cunt, and then disappears inside.
He leans down and his lips find home on your shoulder, sucking sweet marks into the skin like he always does. His tip bumps against your cervix, jolts of sensitivity pushing through you each time he bottoms out causing you to whine into his flannel.
âFuck, Joel.â
âI know, I know. I got you. Iâll get you there again, baby.â
You had a routine. Follow his movements, follow his orders, stay alive. Deviate slightly from that routine, even for a minute, and you threw the whole agreement into jeopardy. One misstep on a crowded street dotted with cars once had a sniper open firing at you both for nearly two hours until Joel found him and put a bullet between his eyes. That time your curiosity got the better of you and Joel almost lost a hand stopping you from walking down an alleyway and straight into a wire trap.
Repeat it, Joel had said that night. Crouched by his apartment window, rain battering off the glass. Hands on the frame, ready to hoist it up and let you slip out any second. Repeat. It.
Do as you say, you whispered back. And only then did he pull the sash.
This is not the fucking routine. This is not the agreement. You fucked, of course you did. But thatâs all it ever was. Hungry, touch-starved, desperate sex. Bored sex. We-almost-died-today sex. Not this.
Not: clear an entire motel just so nothing within a two-mile radius gets to hear you fuck me senseless. Strip me down, tie me up, push me to the edge with your hands, but donât let me go without you. Curl your lips around my ear while youâre buried inside me and whisper praises. Whisper baby. WhisperâŚanything you like. Anything you wouldnât say when the sunâs up.
This feels like it means something. To both of you. Feels like Joelâs looking for something in you, asking something of you. And you want to give it to him, whatever it is.
And maybe thatâs the point.
Heâs proving that he could make you do fucking anything. Let him tie you to a bedframe, push you close enough to the edge that you can feel the pressure of release beckoning you forward like the wind circling your ankles.
And youâre proving that youâll do it. Youâll do what he says. Follow him to the edge, refuse to jump. Pull his body into yours, make it feel like home for a night.
Heâs proving that heâll take care of you, and youâre proving that youâll let him.
Your wrists are burning. Leather digging marks, searing skin, then rubbing over it again and again to cut it deeper. Itâs starting to hurt, if youâre honest with yourself. Your face probably gives it away.
Probably, possibly. Definitely.
Joel notices you quieten and lifts his head from the crook of your neck. Studies your face for a fraction of a second and knows.
âHey,â he says, reaching up. He loosens the belt with one hand whilst still deep inside you, hips thrusting slowly just as a place marker.
When your hands slip free, Joelâs clasp gently around your wrist, fingers delicate over the sensitive, reddened skin. His eyes almost glisten at the sight.
âBabyâŚâ he whispers.
ââs okay,â you reassure him, loosening his grasp on you and settling your shaky hands on his jaw. âIâm okay. Liked it.â
Joel lowers his forehead against yours and picks his pace up again, and you moan into the space between your lips. Your legs lift higher, knees bumping against his shoulders. His hips snap into yours, his jeans rutting against the inside of your thighs, the bed creaking with each messy thrust.
âClose, baby,â his voice vibrates against your lips.
âYeah,â you whine, chest pushing against his. âFuck. Right there. Fuck.â
Your arm drapes over his shoulder blades, nails dig into the rough cotton of his shirt. Your left hand is still at his jaw, fingers caressing his cheek. Joined together at your hips and your brows, gaze never really meeting for longer than a second, but still. Youâre right there. Joel â heâs right there.
Itâs new, itâs intimate. Itâs almostâŚsweet.
âGonna cum with me?â he asks, sincerely. Heâs not trying to coax it out of you. Heâs checking that you want to fall over the edge. Not for him, not because of him, but with him.
You nod and he returns it, sweat sticking his dark hair to his forehead.
With his eyes on you, flitting between your parted lips and your batting eyelashes, too scared to settle on either place for too long, he lifts your hips and fucks into you fast. Deep. Fucking â hard. Skin slapping against yours, breath hot and tangling with yours between your lips.
The pressure between your hips begins to build again, rapidly, Joel adding to it with every movement. Every push of his thick cock against your walls only draws them in tighter, closing around him, holding him closer to you with each moan escaping both your lips.
âDarlinââŚâ he murmurs in a broken voice, and you know. Heâs starting to falter. Thrusts weakening.
ââm there too,â you reply, gasping for breath.
âLet me â feel you,â he says, âpretty girl.â
Maybe itâs the fact you donât normally talk. Maybe the fact he never touches you the way he has tonight. Maybe itâs him wanting you to cum first, before he will.
Or maybe itâs pretty girl, that finally sends you over.
You look so good to him. Youâre being so good for him. ân he canât help it, has to let you know. Has to let every thought that passes through his head slip out past his tongue.
Pulling his chest flat against yours, you throw your head back to the pillow with a moan so filthy, so guttural that youâd be surprised if you donât have company in five minutes.
Joelâs at your heels, face buried between your breasts, groaning into your chest as his cock twitches deep inside you and you feel him fill you up.
Your orgasmâs still knocking you senseless, every nerve in your body electrified. Youâre holding Joel tight to your body, his ear flat to your chest, and you know he can hear your heartbeat. Know heâs listening to it throwing punches from behind your ribcage.
Heâs still groaning through his breaths, heavy and thick with his release. Cock still deep inside you, still, softening. You lay like that forâŚwell, youâve no idea how long. But after a bit, Joel pulls himself up off of you and wanders into the bathroom.
You sit up on your elbows, taking deep, steady breaths, and let the stars in your vision dissipate. Joel emerges a couple minutes later and finally tugs his jeans down. He lifts both his shirt and the tee underneath off in one motion, tossing them onto the sideboard, then slips back under the covers, wordlessly hooking a hand around your upper arm and pulling you down onto his chest.
Your legs intertwine with his. Thereâs cum seeping out of you onto his thigh. Both of you, mixed up as one. His fingers sift through your hair, doing little to untangle it but trying all the same. His breathing in time with yours, his lips pressed safely to the crown of your head.
Before you know it, youâre sleeping.
Dawn breaks early. Too early. Youâre still tangled up in Joel, feeling his chest rise and fall. Listening to his heartbeat â slow, calm. The drapes â not that thereâs much left of them â are too thin to stop any light from flooding in. Itâs only a matter of time before he wakes up.
The rough sheets sting against your wrists â red marks scoring them where Joelâs belt had been. You wince, running light fingers over the grazes, hissing at your fingertips as they go.
It hurts way less than it thrills you. This little reminder of what you did last night. What Joel did. The pain subsides the longer you touch the scars, knitted brows melting into a smile.
You slowly lift your head, propping yourself up on your elbow. Just watching him. The dust in the room frames him in a sea of white glitter, the slow-emerging sun lights across his face and dips where the scar on his nose sits.
His arms are still around your waist, cradling you. Holding you to him. You know heâs stirring when they tighten, and then fall loose. Façade back up. Walls slowly rebuilding.
You dress yourselves in silence. Run out of words to say. There ainât nothing to say â nothing that wasnât said last night. Joel sinks into the mattress beside you to tie his laces, and your arms brush against one another a couple times. Itâs like fire on ice.
Heâs first to leave the room. Just pulls his jeans over his boots and stands, unlocks the door and lets the light flood in. You check once over for anything left behind, and slip out. The air is cool, twilight still slowly washing away. You sling your jacket over Jetâs back and pull yourself up.
Joelâs t-shirt is loose over your shoulders. He gave you a fresh one from his bag. It smells like him, but you donât let him see when you bury your nose into it to breathe him in. The hem bunches up over the top of your thighs once youâre sat on the horse.
His eyes scan down you once, surveying you in hisshirt. Then he swerves off back toward the road, silhouette cutting between the rays of sun streaming between the pine trees.
âGhost,â he tosses over his shoulder.
âHuh?â You click to Jet to follow.
âHorseâs name. Ghost.â
âHow come?â you ask when youâre side by side with him.
He shrugs, upper lip turning. âWhen itâs dark, you canât hardly see her. Sheâs like a ghost.â
Joelâs hand surfs gently across Ghostâs mane, fingers scratching her shining coat. Your bodies rock in time with the sway of the horsesâ walking. The echo of their hooves on the asphalt masks the silence for a few moments.
âAlright,â you eventually accept, turning away to watch the sun lift above the prickly treetops.
And to hide the smile tugging on your lips.
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Azul holding a recently hatched beryl causing awws
Tweels looking directly at yuu "...."
Shirmp! Yuu: Is something wrong??
Tweels: đĽşđĽş
Shirmp! Yuu: Huh?
Tweels: Yuu... Now that beryl has hatched he is the youngest of the family.. He won't have little siblings his age to grow up! đĽşđĽş
Shirmp! Yuu:... Oh for fuck sake-
Triplets origin story đđ
-Vaquita
It's a necessity, Yuu!!! Beryl needs more siblings!!!
Yuu, poor Yuu. I would say that they go to Azul for comfort and protection from the insatiable Tweels, but Azul is known to be equally greedy.
He thinks it's so sweet that they think he also wouldn't want to knock you up too! Yuu is surrounded by three gluttonous mates, and they with the ability to carry many large clutches. Though, if they really wanted to they could put their foot (fins?) down and set the line at the twins and Beryl, but they also want their own hatchling with AzulâŚand another elver or berry doesn't sound like a bad idea eitherâŚso maybe. Maaaaybe, they can have at least one more clutch?
The Leech and Ashengrotto families have been so small for so long, why not expand them?
And that's how the triplets come about.
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wut are the tadc characters that you headcanon as age regressors age ranges? :D
HI! My headcanons have changed a bit so hereâs all of them currently!
Iâll go from left to right!
đŞPomni: Regressor! Normally in the 2-5 age range, super sweet and normally nonverbal or babbles. She loves to watch cartoons or play with sensory items like rattles or crinkly plushies. She loves to help out the CGs with chores and cooking, but usually they give her the easy tasks like putting veggies in the pot or picking up the toys around the circus so she doesnât get hurt.
đRagatha: Caregiver! She is normally Pomniâs CG but will assist with other littles if need be! Sheâs a fun mama but stern with rules. She usually it the one to make sure when someone regresses that theyâre fed, drink water, bathe, brush their teeth and get to bed at bedtime. While they donât need to do any of this in the Digital Circus it helps calm distressed kiddos with a familiar routine.
đłJax: Regressor/Big Brother! He goes anywhere from 4-10 and is super bratty, but he will help out with the smaller kiddos if he feels like it. (Heâs also a sleep regressor and usually is 2-5 when heâs tired, thatâs when he becomes a little angel) He says he wonât help any of the CGs with fussy Kiddos when heâs big but sometimes for no reason the kiddos will suddenly have a lollipop or a refilled bottle of juice when no one is looking đ¤Ť
đZooble: Babysitter! They will bounce around littles depending on who needs the most attention and care, usually ends up with her either wrestling something dangerous out of Jaxâs hands or comforting one of the kids when theyâre sad. Theyâre very good at that. Zooble likes to set up and play games with the kids and give out small rewards when they win and is very much the âcool older sisterâ to them.
âď¸Kinger: Flip (CG leaning/trauma regressor)! Anywhere from 0-4, he mostly spends his time in his pillow fort when small and spends a lot of time either crying or learning about and drawing bugs!. He needs a lot of attention when small and has abandonment issues ( Queenie used to be his caregiver :[ ) When heâs big though heâs Gangles main caregiver! He is a very kooky CG and always knows how to make Gangle giggle.
đGangle: Flip (Reg leaning)! She usually is 2-6 years old and is a huge crybaby, but not in a bad way. Shes definitely super shy and would prefer to play with her stuffies rather than the other regressors. When sheâs big she usually bounces around all the Regressors and takes care of them when theyâre not feeling well. She has a kind of delicate touch that none of the other CGs have and is the best at lulling the kiddos to sleep with a bottle, soft lullaby, and lots of pets.
Lots of word jargon but I love all of them so much, thanks for letting me talk about them đđ
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Hii! Could you write a Spencer x fem reader, she's extremely confident & forward and Spencer gets all flustered, shy and overwhelmed at how forward she is with flirting with him and complimenting him (even tho he loves it), thank you:-)
A/N: This was such a cute request, thanks for sending it in! I love shy and oblivious Spencer he's so silly and cute ă
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Genre: pure fluff
Word Count: 2k
Summary: Spencer Reid is a genius. But if he hasn't noticed you've been flirting with his for a week straight, he must be an idiot. Non-BAU!Reader.
Warnings: Alcohol intake. Kissing. Slightly suggestive ending.
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Working with the FBI as a consultant on a case was practically a dream come true for you, but what was even more dreamy was the man you got to work with whilst consulting. Youâd arrived bright and early, really eager to help with the case youâd been called in for. On the phone, Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner had asked for your help decoding some documents that the team thought had something to do with the Literature you were teaching as part of your course at a local university.
In all honesty, you were a massive fan of detective novels, an early love for Agatha Christie and the Golden Age of mystery making you entertain an idea in law enforcement before you decided that really wasnât for you, so you were eager to help out in anyway you could fathom.
âOne of our Special Agents, Doctor Reid, has decoded most of it, but he says there are some key areas he may be missing and he wants to pick your brains, to see if you can help him come up with something,â he said, guiding you into a small sideroom.
Having previously heard that Doctor Spencer Reid had achieved no less than three PhDs and three additional Bachelor's Degrees in varying subjects, you werenât quite sure to expect when walking into the room. You certainly werenât expecting one of the prettiest men youâd ever seen in your life to be sat reading through a pretty thick tome at an incredible speed.
âReid, this is Professor Y/L/N, sheâs here to help you decode the cypher. Professor, this is Doctor Spencer Reid.â Hotchner introduced you, but as soon as you picked your jaw up off the floor, you instantly stepped forward.
âPlease, call me Y/N. Itâs an absolute pleasure to meet you⌠Spencer was it?â You smile and stick out your hand. You notice the flush on the man's face and your grin grows even wider as he hesitates to take your hand.
âIâm sorry, I donât really shake hands, the number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It's actually safer to kiss.â He stutters through the words, almost struggling to get them out, but you donât falter for a second.
âKiss me then,â you say smirking up at him and you realise that the other agent had since left the room, leaving you alone with the object of your affections. Ignoring your response, but face tinged such a bright shade of red that you knew he was effected by it, he dives into the facts of the case.
âWe think that heâs using some kind of cypher based on some books youâve been researching recently at the University, which means we think he could possibly be a student of yours. I read through your PhD thesis this morning, and there are certain commonalities that suggest you could be the key to solving some of our unknowns.â
âYou read my thesis? What did you think of it?â you ask, moving to sit in the chair directly next to him, scooting it a little bit closer than was polite.
âI donât have a degree in Literature of the Renaissance Period, so Iâm not sure how much value my opinion really holds in this scenario,â he looks at you and youâre pleasantly surprised at how genuine heâs being.
âWell, youâve seen mine, can I see yours?â you allow the cogs in his brain to keep turning for a few seconds then continue. âIâm sure with three PhDs to your name, youâve probably got a few research papers floating about, right?â
âOhâŚ.â he blushes again, turning his eyes away from you and doing his best not to make eye contact. âIâm sure I could send them to you after weâve completed this case if you think they would allow you a deeper insight into any of my fields of study.â He coughs a little to hide the way his voice pitched up as he spoke and kept his eyes trained on the book in his hands.
This consulting role was going to be the most fun youâd had in weeks.
âXâ
A week later, you found yourself sat at a bar, surrounded by the members of the BAU team celebrating another case closed, but you couldnât find it in yourself to fully partake in their merryments exactly. Youâd assumed, after an entire week of flirting very openly with Reid, that when heâd asked you to the bar that evening to celebrate wrapping up the case, heâd meant just the two of you. Alas, you had discovered over the week that not only was he the most adorable man youâd ever met, he was also the most oblivious. Impressive for a man with an IQ of 187.
You couldnât complain too much. Your help on the case had meant the rescue of two young girls, two of your students in undergrad courses nonetheless, so youâd at least made a difference. You had nothing against the rest of the team either, having become fast friends with Garcia, and enjoying your twenty minutes of small ltalk in the morning at the coffee station with Prentiss, Morgan and JJ as well. Hell, you even loved Rossi, who gave off the fun Uncle vibe that you found rounded out the team well. But you couldnât curb your disappointment still, so you distanced yourself from the table a bit and removed yourself to the bar to grab yourself a new drink. You stayed there for a few minutes to nurse it.
âHello, beautiful,â the man sat at the barstool next to you leered down at you, âyou looking for some company in the bottom of that glass tonight?â He winked at you and your skin crawled. It wasnât just his creepy smile, and the disgusting way he dragged his eyes over your body, it was that he was also very likely older than your own father. Some people were into that, but you certainly werenât
âNot today, thanks,â you said, hoping that would be enough to get him to leave you in peace, but of course it wasnât.
âHot piece of ass like you, you need a real man to take care of you.â He pushed his hand out and for a split second you were convinced he was going to make an attempt to smack your ass. Before he was able to make contact, and, perhaps more importantly, before you could be arrested for aggravated assault, a hand was wrapping around your hip and pulling you away from the man, your back colliding with a firm chest behind you.
âY/N, Special Agent Hotchner is about to leave and he wanted to thank you for coming to consult for us. The FBI is always really grateful for conscientious citizens like you willing to help us keep the streets safe.â Spencer turned you around and said, emphasising words to make it clear what his job was, speaking loudly enough that you knew the words were only for the creep behind you whoâd thought to lay a hand on you.
âThanks, Spencer,â you said as the man downed the rest of his drink and made to leave the bar, obviously embarrassed and threatened by Spencerâs arrival. He made to loosen his grip on you as the man left, but you through your arms around his neck, not letting him leave. If this was your last opportunity to make him realise what you wanted, you absolutely werenât going to let it get away from you.
âI wanted to thank you for this week as well, Spencer. Hotch said it was you that recommended me for the consulting role.â He blushed and stood there a little awkwardly, but made no move to leave, his hands unmoving from your hips. It reminded you of your middle school prom, in all honesty.
âOh thatâs no big deal. It worked out pretty well in the end, though, right, with your students and everything.â You nodded and thanked him again, but you were still pretty reluctant to see him walk away, back to the table filled with his closest friends and colleagues.
âSo, are you looking forward to going back home? Iâm sure your boyfriend or husband or whatever will be really glad to see you again.â He mumbled and you felt your heart stop for a second.
âSpencer, I donât have a boyfriend. Or a husband, or any kind of partner for that matter. Iâm sorry if I made you think I do,â you saw his eyes widen in panic a little, and you relaxed a bit yourself as he started to talk again.
âOh, Iâm sorry, I just assumed that someone as pretty as you couldnât be single.â He stuttered every single word out, and you didnât quite register his words for a second.
âYou think Iâm pretty?â you ask looking up at him and he gapes down at you, realising this conversation is just him shooting himself in the foot over and over again.
âShit⌠what I mean isâŚY/N you have to know youâre gorgeous, right?â It was your turn to blush then, feeling the sincerity in his words.
âYou know, I thought you were asking me out on a date tonight.â You tell him, watching his entire face crumple again in distress.
âBut I told you we were going out to celebrate finishing the case!â He spoke in his defence.
âSpencer, what were your exact words?â
âY/N, do you want to grab a drink tonight? It would be nice to celebrate now that the case is closed and- oh. OH.â The realisation dawned on his face, and you enjoyed the little look of devastation that played out there as his blush deepened.
âItâs fine, Spencer, really. If youâre not interested in me, youâre not interested, I get it.â You sighed, finally moving to let him go, resigned to your fate now.
âWait, Y/N, thatâs not what I meant!â He grabbed you by the hand gently, not quite as close as you were the moment before but still standing notably close. You realised you probably had an audience for this.
âI didnât realise that youâd want to go on a date with me, youâre so beautiful and smart, I just never thought youâd be interested.â Your brain almost exploded with that, and you had to make a conscious effort to not have your jaw drop to the floor, but apparently the man wasnât finished. âI just assumed you had a flirty personality, and like, really look at you and then look at me-â you absolutely had to cut him off before he said anything else, so you did.
Crashing your lips up into his was the most sensible thing youâd done since stepping into the bar that evening. He was statuesque at first, unmoving while your lips pressed against him, but he warmed up to it and began kissing you back with equal fervor. You moved the hands that were holding yours to your waist, then moved your own hands up to tangle in his hair, playing with a few curls at the base of his neck.
After a few minutes, you finally pulled away to see a dumbstruck expression on his face.
âOh. Oh, I see now,â was all he could get out, unable to form more words as he panted into the space between you,
âYeah? Thatâs good. Iâve been flirting with you all week, so itâs nice of you to finally notice.â You giggle up at him slowly, and he tightens his grip on your waist.
âWhat shouldâŚ.what should I do now?â He asked, obviously a little bit unsure of himself, and happy to let you take the lead.
âWell, you can either take me back to your place now, or you could start with asking me out on that date?â He looked like he was seriously weighing up his options for a minute, before he looked you in the eye again.
âCan I do both?â
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I Didn't Know I Was Into That ( Kink Unlocked ! ) || Muichiro Tokito x fem!reader
End of the Smutember 2023 ! đ Thank you for everyone who took some time to read my work ! đ°đš
A/n : Prompt 30 of the Smutember 2023 ( Imagine it's an AU in which after the Swordsmith Village Arc, the demon slayers and Hashiras come back to the HQ and they do some small missions before the final battle. Obviously I donât know what happens after as Iâm an anime watcher so no spoilers please )
A/n 2 : Muichiro is aged up like all the characters y'all read for and write for from other mangas such as Mha, Assassination Classroom, Gambling School, Tokyo Revengers... so if anyone comes here and complain bro I'mma take the first plane and find you because you've been warned đ
The list of prompts is HERE
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Warnings : Muichiro is aged up ofc, rough sex, kinda degrading, dacryphilia, oral male receiver, mention of soft sex 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it
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Word count : 1362
Since you came back from the Swordsmith Village everything seemed to have settled down, while everyone was training for the upcoming confrontation ahead, and you⌠well you rhythmed you live with some good old demon fighting. You werenât a Hashira - yet - but you still found it awfully easy to kick their asses as they were only basic demons.
For Muichiro it was pretty much the same, heâd wake up early in the morning, leave his place to go to some others in which he would slaughter some demons and then heâd come back to your place this time. Eager to spend some cozy and relaxing time with his loved one, far away from the roughness of his everyday life.
In those moments, he would come quietly to anywhere he knows you could be in the domain. And heâd take your hand and gently drag you with him to his or your place. It doesnât matter what youâre doing, or with who youâre talking, he doesnât care. Or if he is really tired heâd just go to your place and see if youâre already back, or wait for you to come home.
And once he has you he is not going to let go of you any time soon. Lying in your fĂťton, his arms would encircle your waist as he tries to pull you impossibly close to him. His head nestled against your neck as his cock rests snugly within your velvety walls. His breath would fane against your ear, as he tries to calm his breathing. And he might, thrust once or twice per moment, or just take you gently and a little tiredly, if he isnât that exhausted after his day.
Today though, he feels totally not tired at all, some asshole had pissed him off, more than he ever thought would be possible since he got his memories back ( Iâm not saying this is canon ). Like what was this guy doing in the middle of the fight ? He thought heâd be some hero or something, but he only got in the Hashiraâs way, who ended up fuming with anger when he came back.
When your eyes met his you could clearly see that he was pissed off. His eyes were slightly wide due to the range of anger that coursed through him, but maybe just maybe there was another reason for his blown pupils. In comparison, to the way he usually came to you in the afternoon / evening, this time he looked a lot more awake, not in this sluggish way of his, that showed how tired he was.
You didnât even have time to speak, that with long strides he crossed the room joining you in the middle. His breathing was demonstrative of the feelings that were shaking his body at the moment. Not losing a single second his arm snaked around your waist and he pulled you flush against his chest and in an instant his lips crashed against yours, his tongue already seeking yours. As they battled for dominance you could clearly feel the shift that had occurred during the day. He clearly wasnât planning on spending the evening the same way he has the past few days.
He pulled you up in his arms without taking his mouth off of yours and made his way towards your room. He lied you down on your fĂťton and almost immediately hastily started to take your clothes off ( of course he had had your consent before ). His fingers started fumbling with the adrenaline of the mission leaving his body and the anticipation of what was about to happen. He had spent his day losing time over some dumb guy and he wasnât planning on losing anymore on the buttons of your shirt, so when he opened his mouth he wasnât really intending to say âHurry up and take those off. Do you think I've got time to waste ?â
His intonation took you by surprise, but what was even more shocking is that you immediately started doing what he had demanded of you. You felt yourself throb and you clenched your thighs. What the heck was that⌠This didnât go unnoticed by him, a smirk drew itself on his lips when, once bare before his eyes, he was able to see the glistening desire pooling from your center. When you brought your legs closer he couldn't help but keep going âDidn't you hear what I just said ? Donât you want to be good for a Hashira, once in your life ?â his tone was the same as usual though his words cut deep in your skin and gosh it felt so good.
You parted your legs as he undressed at the speed of the light, he was already so hard that you thought youâd start already. But he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you to your knees, his throbbing erection right in front of your mouth âMake it feel good⌠for everything Iâve done to protect the weaks- ahâ he moaned as your eager mouth took him and started sucking and suckling on his glistening tip. His head fell back and you grabbed onto his muscular thighs to help yourself take him deeper.
Not so long after you started you could feel his hips rolling towards you as he subtly thrusts into your warm wet mouth âMmmh just like thisâ he groaned, his hand coming to your hair to move you the way he wanted. But he wasnât planning on coming inside your mouth, not today. Thatâs how he suddenly pulled you off his cock before pushing you back in the mattress and shoving it deep inside you.
Your walls flustered around his length as he pinned you down in a perfect matting press. His movements were rough and fast, he just needed to get it out of his system. He kept whispering some harsh words in your ears, loving the way you tightened more and more with each one. His hands found purchase on your hips as he railed you the way he had wanted for the past few days. He knew soon he was going to come âYouâre going to be useful and take all my come alright ?â he warned, but his words had for you the effect of a bomb. You were already teetering on the edge of a blissful orgasm with the way his cock kissed your cervix at each deep thrusts and his words were the last push you needed.
You came so hard around him that for a brief second his hips stuttered and stilled, you were squeezing and milking so hard, that he almost nutted. But then as he looked at your face he didnât expect to see this, nor had he ever expected to react this way. Your eyes were glistening with tears, some had already rolled down your cheeks. He really made you come so hard your body felt the need to evacuate the pressure that had built up. Muichiro, in the throes of the moment didnât hesitate a second as he restarted thrusting like a madman inside your thigh quivering warmth. You moaned, feeling him throb even more inside you, he was too moaning breathlessly. Gosh those tears had an insane power over him at the moment. His hips stuttered for one last time before he pushed his hips flush against yours, his cock nestling deep inside your folds as he came. Spurts of glistening ropes filling your depth as he finally slumped over your body.
It's evident to say that from then on something was going to change in your relationship, well mostly in bed. Now that he knew you liked to fuck hard, he could let off steam verbally. On the other hand, he was going to ask himself some questions about why your tears had such an effect on him. He thrusted his hips so as not to break the connection between you two. Doing so he realized that he was still hard even after he'd cum. He sighed out gently, knowing that it was far from over for him. And who knows, maybe he'd manage to get some more tears of pleasure from you.
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Health and Hybrids (XIX)đ˝đťđ
[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]
PART ONE is here PART TWO is here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here PART FOURTEEN is here PART FIFTEEN is here PART SIXTEEN is here PART SEVENTEEN is here PART EIGHTEEN is here...nineteen...oy vey.
đ Ao3 Is here for all parts (now featuring mediocre mouseover translations, only available on a computer)
Where we last left off... THE BART RETURNS! The earth rejoices! đĽłđ Physical therapy can be fun, even if it usually isn't!
Trigger warnings for this story: Â body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) | Â my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.
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Danny learns a few more words with practice.
Foda is simple. If Danny is hungry, he can ask for foda. It sounds exactly like food, and when he asks, they feed him.
âŚOr they up his IV. Which. Dannyâs tongue might still feel sore and nasty, but the doctors and nurses and millions of minders donât seem that mad when he sticks his tongue out at them. Sometimes they even laugh.
They donât even sound all that mean.
It takes Danny a good chunk of waking time for him to realize that heâŚprobably is hooked up to something he doesnât want to think about, since all the efforts of lifting and moving him havenât resulted in a single bathroom trip since he woke up here.
Firstly: horrible.
Secondly: his legs are super, absolutely, positively immobilized, and if someone doesnât give him enough medication quickly enough after it wears off, Danny is very aware that something is deeply wrong with them.
So. Uh. ThatâsâŚgross.
He learns bealo just as quickly. He isnât sure what bealo means, per se, but when he says it, they up his medication until Danny can pretend he doesnât have any legs again.
God niht is goodnight, unless Danny is feeling snippy, and then itâs just niht.
âŚThe one lady who minds him always says the whole thing, though. Even when Dannyâs mean. Like the one time he threw his rocket at someone.
Or the time he started ignoring everyone when they tried to touch him.
âŚOr the one time he tried to freeze his IV bag, and put everyone on alert because if heâd been human, that would have seriously hurt him.
âSorry,â Dannyâd whispered, even if it wouldnât mean anything to her.
Sheâd patted his hand and meant it. Dannyâd had to dry his eyes with his wrist. âEall es wel.â
Anyway.
Danny hates being in the freaking bed every hour of every day. So when his âsitting upâ exercises turn into âhey, letâs try the wheelchairâ practice, Danny gets so excited-slash-nervous that he kind of feels like heâs going to throw up all the liquids heâs been injected with.
None of the regular people try to lift him. Instead the lady does it herself, scooping Danny up in very strong arms, the golden cuffs on her wrists weirdly warm on Dannyâs skin. When Dannyâs settled, his legs sticking out real weird and his back kind of sore, heâsâŚout of bed.
Heâs. Heâs not in bed anymore.
And. Sure. Itâs temporary, but itâs not the bed. Danny can wriggle, and he can sort of palm the wheels underneath him with the heels of his shaky hands, and he can see so much more of himself than he has in ages and ages.
For one. Both of his legs are in casts. Thatâs. Not good. He canât feel it right now, but the sight of fully encased legsâŚ
Well. If he can transform that wonât be a problem. If. If he has to escape. But it isâŚitâs super scary. He mostly remembers being captured, but theâŚthe other people had been focusing more on his thoracic cavity and his face and head.
âŚSo why are his legs so bad? Did something else happen?
(It did, didnât it?)
(âŚDidnât it??)
His hands shake, but thereâs something to all that grip training, or else Danny wouldnât be able to paw at his neckline to look down his own shirt. Or, well, his cloth nightie, anyway.
Itâs good that he looks, since, wellâŚhis chest is glowing a solid green.
Whatever should probably be scar tissue. Uh. ItâŚisnât. Thereâre gouges down his chest and a crater where his heart should be that probably should be healing over, considering, you know, heâs not freaking dead at this exact second (mostly??), but. Instead of, like, healed flesh, or, say, his insides, thereâs a transparent greenâŚjelly⌠holding him together.
He can see how the green bounces with his heart beat.
...Danny drops the neckline of his gown. His breath comes in choking bursts, eyes pressed into his eye socketsâhe feels sick.
He is sick. He has been sick.
The humans are keeping him here because heâs a freak of nature and heâs broken from head to toe and the Guys in White carved his flesh out of his body and opened him up like a can of cranberry sauce.
He presses his hands to his chest, to his stomach, just trying to breathe for long enough that he doesnât throw up his oatmeal and occasional juice and IV nutrition onto the pristine floor of his sickroom. The people around him all make sympathetic noises that donât help because he doesnât know what they mean.
And then he feels something weird.
Not all the sensation in his fingers are back. Itâs easier for him to feel impediments than it is to feel texturesâsomething that blocks him from moving, rather than anything sensory-specific. He can usually tell when he touches fabric, because when he moves too far, it pulls tight around his hand. He can tell when heâs on something solid when his hand fails to go through it.
There is something solid sticking out of him.
Dannyâs heartbeat quickens. Itâs not. Itâs. Thereâs something in him.
And itâs notâitâs so solid. When Danny brushes his hands against it, he can feel his skin and his flesh move with it, trying not to dislodge the thing embedded in him. It pulls at his skin. He doesnât know what it is.
His fingers tremble as he tries to brush over the object through his gown, trying to figure out its shape from faulty touch alone. Itâs like waking up to find himself jammed with needles all over again.
People are talking around them. Danny doesnât try to listen in. Heâs scared. Heâs so scared. Somethingâs happened to him, and he didnât even notice.
Some of it isâhard. Thereâs a crinkling sound when he moves. Danny manages to pull his gown neckline back again to catch something of a glimpse, and all he sees is plastic.
He doesnât know what it is.
He doesnât know who to ask. He canât understand anyone and he doesnât know if he trusts them.
They put something in him. Thereâs something embedded in him.
He thinks heâs going to cry.
Something touches his armâDanny flinches. His core tightens with stress as he puts a metaphorical hand on the button, ready to run and hide at any notice.
Itâs the lady. He knows her.
No, he doesnât. He doesnât know her at all. He canât talk to her in any way that matters. Sheâs not a doctor. He doesnât know why sheâs here, or why sheâs keeping him here.
Sheâs nice. She fed him. But is that all it takes to trick him? To make him compliant? Pliable?
She stops touching him when he gets scared, her eyes worried. She kneelsâcloser than Danny would like, probably, but she keeps her hands to herself. Dannyâs heart races faster, out of order, starting and stopping and starting again like a bad engine.
âEow eart wel?â she asks from his left arm rest, a common question, so softly. Danny doesnât know what it means. âEall es wel. Ănlic eow, ĂŚnlic me. Bruce brĂŚĂ° wiĂ° me?â
She takes a big, deep, breath. Her hand rises slightly over her chest, following an exaggerated movement. Donât panic. Breathe. Breathe like me. One, two, three.
Dannyâs breaths are more choked. More panicked.
But when she breathes, he breathes with herâeven with every stutter in between.
âHwĂŚt es woh[O3]Â ?â the lady asks, so gently itâs almost a whisper. Her pointer finger hovers over his body, but doesnât touchâand eventually, Danny figures out she probably wants to know where heâs hurting.
But heâs not hurting. Heâs scared. Thereâs something inside him, and he isnât sure what it is. He presses the heel of his hand to the object. He feels something rigid refuse to bend inside his flesh.
Thereâs something of recognition in the womanâs face. âInne cwic tima,â she says, more certain of answers outside the room, and darts away,
Danny wants to bounce his bound leg. He feels awful when anyone is in the room with him, considering how little of them he knows, but, somehow, itâs so much worse when heâs actually alone.
When she comes back, thereâs a second person who walks through the double doors with her, in blue scrubs with ducks on them. They wave to Danny.
DannyâŚblinks. He feels numb. Itâs kind of a problem.
They take it in stride, though; in their hands is a blank board and a chunky marker. The cap comes off, the new person scribbles for a minute or so, and then turns the board around so that Danny can see.
Itâs aâŚperson. A rudimentary outline person, sure, with some visible bones and organs to fill in the person-shaped outline. Danny can recognize most of them from anatomy class, although those memories are moreâŚpersonal, now. A little more painful.
The person taps on the board. The person points to Danny.
Danny frowns.
The person turns the board back around and makes some Pew, Pew, Pew! sounds with their mouth, occasionally opening and closing their hand over the board to match the noise. Thereâs some more scribbling. When the board turns back around, thereâs a violent smudge of marker on top of the drawn personâs drawn intestines.
The person takes their covered pinky finger and erases a little neat circle of marker in the intestines, mostly favoring one side. They draw a little arrow from the hole to the general outside-of-the-person blank area. Then another circle, with a thicker circle inside.
Danny recognizes the object jutting out of him. Oh. This is how he got it.
The personâprobably a doctor, Danny guesses, or the surgeon who did this to himâdo these people even need credentials, actually?âhands the board over to the lady. They hold out ten outstretched fingers, marker under their arm, and make a show of counting every one of the outstretched fingers with the opposite hand. Then they take the board back.
And then, when they write on the board, Danny can actually understand what they say.
Or, well, itâs numbers! The numbers are the same as hisâthe line and a circle is clearly meant to be a ten, and the little x is a multiplication symbolâ they draw a 10, as clearly and a brightly as it could be against a stark white board, and add a little x 7, probably to indicate a week; the result is ten suns times seven, or seventy suns.
Danny feels his heart bounce in his chest. Danny would bet a whole lot of money that the number is meant to be seventy days. There is an end point. Itâs not that Danny is free to be subjected to random anatomical whimsâthereâs a goal here. This was purposeful.
The little circle-within a circle gets erased. The hole is scribbled through as if it was never there, and the person makes a weaving gesture with the marker that Danny is certain is meant to be sewing.
Tears prick at his eyes. The lady gets close by him again, but Danny lets her. His hands arenât good enough for wiping tears the way he wants to, yet. Help and company are good.
She gives him a tissue from Danny's bedside table. He takes it with a whisper of a grip.
âSeventy?â Danny rasps, tearful. Hopeful. Terrified of hope. He practically jams the tissue into his eye sockets.
The ladyâs eyes go wide. âSeventy,â she repeats, marveling.
Itâs enough. Nothing is perfect, but itâs enough. And if Danny's allowed to spend so long in front of the space window that he falls asleep in his wheelchair, well. It's not like he was in charge of where they went.
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mvm đ my favourite time of the week đhow about a dbf!hotch when they have a pregnancy scare 𼺠he'd be so sweet and understanding and accommodating and lovely and caring and no matter the outcome make sure you know that only your opinion matters.
love you and your writing you are so incredibly talented its INSANE
today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)
thank you so much!
this post is 18+ (due to an age gap), minors dni.
Aaron has a seemingly unending well of patience for you, and you're grateful for it while you sob into his shirt.
"You're alright," He croons, and you appreciate it even if it's a blatant lie. You're not alright, you're nauseous, anxious, and possibly pregnant. You hadn't meant to get pregnant, you used condoms every time and you're on the pill, but apparently lady luck had abandoned you.
"It's okay," Aaron promises, his large hand tucked beneath your chin to cup your cheek, "Everything will be okay, sweetheart. I'll take full responsibility, I'll make sure your parents aren't upset with you."
"But- but I wanted it too," You sob, clenching your fists desperately into his button-down, "It's not like you- took advantage of me, Aaron, I- I had sex with you! You can't take full responsibility! And- and they're going to throw me out, I'm- I'm too young for a baby, and I don't have money, and-" The nausea rolls in again, threatening to swell into a disastrous tsunami. You choke on a sob and Aaron trails a hand down your back, gentle and soothing while you're panicked and sick.
"If your parents don't let you live here anymore, you can live with me," He promises, "I've got more than enough to help you, and if you are pregnant, I'd have a responsibility to the baby anyways. But we don't even know if you are, honey, so let's not make ourselves sick. Let's just wait for the results," He nods towards the pending pregnancy test on your nightstand, "And we'll go from there. No matter what, honey, you will be okay. Whether you live here, or with me, or in your own place that I help fund, you will live. And you'll be okay, and whether you choose to keep the baby or not, I know you'll make the best decision for you. Alright? Take a deep breath," He hums, and you relish the slight vibrations of his voice where you're nestled into his chest, "And let's wait for the results."
When you're breathing evenly, albeit a bit shallow, he releases you from his grip, and you straighten up with a weak sniffle.
"You'd really-" Another sob tries escaping, but you muscle it down, "You'd really let me live with you?"
He looks at you for a moment; studies you to see if your question is genuine, then, "Of course, honey. What kind of a man would I be if I left you to deal with this on your own? Plus, it would be great having you around more." He gives you a bashful grin, "I miss you when you're not here."
"Don't-" You warn him as his hand comes up to grab your waist. He's leaning in for a kiss, but you block his lips with your hand, "Aaron, that is what got us into this mess, do not make things any worse."
"I'm not!" He laughs incredulously, pecking a kiss to your palm, 'I just- I was just going to kiss you, sweetheart."
"That's always how it starts," You scoff teasingly, standing from where you'd been curled into his lap, "Hands off until we get a negative, Hotchner!"
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Harry Potter/Genshin Impact Crossover Funđ
for @kiraisastay my beta reader for the big fat Eldritch AU awhile back! :)
ââŚa genshin/Harry Potter crossover where reader (still fem) comes from genshin (so she has a vision) and tries to fit in at Hogwarts (would love for it to be set around the Goblet Of Fire so the hp characters in that age start maturing and actually understand what happens around them and aren't little kids , plus, y'know, YULE BALL), would also like for the reader to have a more stoic/emotionless personality with tragic past (so like having scars y'knowww) cuz it makes character building a lot more juicy ahah, but you can write it however you want tho!! (this can be funnier to write if you're feeling a lot creative)â
UGH sorry i took forever! im rlly bad at estimating time...
I hope this is a fun read at least, and thanks for much for taking on that eldritch monster fic awhile back lol
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Orbit: Long Headcanon/fic-thing (~2k words) - Harry Potter x Genshin Impact Crossover (4th Year)
Sun:Â Feminine Reader (she/her), Slytherin Reader, Reader is 15-16 year old.
Stars: Harry, Ron, Hermione, McGonagall, Dumbledore, Snape, Viktor Krum, mentions of others.
Comets & Meteors:Â Content Warnings:Â Reader has rough past, & Trigger Warnings:Â vague mentions of scars, Reader has bad relationship with parents.
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Youâre so fucking happy your Cryo Vision came with you.
You knew you were in a different country, one you definitely had never been to before, but you couldnât figure out for the life of you where it was at first
Your first guess was Fontaine, but the robes and strange overuse of catalyst weapons (actually, only catalyst weapons??) began to convince you otherwise real quick,
Fontaine was just the closest country you could compare it to
yeah so obviously by the time u realized you shouldn't be waving a sword around, it was too late lmao, u scared the shit out of the potions shopkeeper and had to make a hasty exit
bc for some reason any other weapon than a catalyst is shamed here?? which makes no sense to you, as it seems like their âmagicâ here could just as easily be channeled into different weapons/items??
u guess not having monsters to randomly fight everytime u just wanna take a walk outside makes for a pretty peaceful world, and specifically this country âEnglandâ or the âUnited Kingdomâ
u had taken a week or so to re-orient yourself to this new world, how only a certain society knew about their magic, how there were no gods here, at least not any u could easily interact with, and that most people your age would be in school still???
while u could choose to pursue higher education or specialize in Sumeruâs Akademiya, basic schooling was still provided in every country in Teyvat up until about 15 years old
but at this point u were willing to do what it took to blend into this world, and u didnt want anyone to be asking how old u were/why u werent in school when you wandered around, so u went to Hogwarts
It also proved to be a good way to acquaint urself with the world/its magic and give u a place to better excuse any social or magical mistakes
But needless to say, u struggled, u had to constantly find some workaround for âmagicâ from the wands/catalysts in classes
and luckily they took u being a transfer student pretty smoothly, as u were just in time for the âTriwizard Tournamentâ to be announced and other schools were coming to participate, u easily got accepted in
and the only one who batted an eye at it was the weird old Headmaster, who u already suspected knew more abt u than he was letting on (Dumbledore seemed to have eyes everywhere the more u learned, which made u more suspicious of him too)
you'd been sorted into Slytherin, along with the Russian magical students, (Durmstrang?)
of which you had absolutely no frame of reference for how bad that was, other than being accused of literally being from the Abyss đ
while the rest of the student body treated u with the basic contempt u learned all Slytherins just seemed to kind of get all the time, ur own house was a little more confusing when it came to you
some were curious abt all the scars, the strange glowing snowflake gem that u concealed on ur hip, what ur country was like and what the magic school over there was like (thank fuck for ur poker face and insane lying skills that made it believable)
(there was absolutely a rumor abt u pulling a sword on Filch at some point, u neither denied nor supported it)
the other half of the slytherins were all uptight about u possibly being a âMugglebornâ and sneered at u every chance they got (some weird blond kid a year or 2 below you??)
or they outright ignored u
tbh u didn't really get much genuine favor between Slytherins just being Slytherins and ur own reputation/cold disposition until Professor Snape saw how good u were at potions a month into this insanity
(it was just basic alchemy? nearly everyone, especially Vision-users, knew how to do it back home? why was it so special here?? u had this kind of question a lot in this world over most things, like the âmuggles dont know abt magicâ thing, it seem like more trouble than its worth.)
U both got along in the same way a cold-demeanor father bonds with his carbon copy cold-demeanor daughter lol
in which he invited u for tea sometimes out of polite extra teaching for âur future plans of being a potion master, like myselfâ
which okay?? u were better than most ur age at potions bc of alchemy (which u learned is taught at higher levels of potion mastery) and its not like you've figured out how to get back to ur world anytime soon
so u just roll with that being ur âfuture careerâ for now, it makes the old emo professor happy so u figure why not
And its the first scrap of favor youâve found here so it works
Tho u did complain at Snape for picking on Gryffindors, saying âur rlly not helping that Slytherin reputation for tall dark and evil hereâ
He proceeded to make u clean and reorganize his potion stores for that lol
(Tho he did start to lighten up the more u picked on him abt it, the poor kid with huge round glasses followed you with his huge green eyes for weeks, he seems to be the only one who's really realized ur the one convincing Snape to mellow out)
U begin researching information (thanks to Snape) in the forbidden part of the library abt different worlds/time travel, anything thatd put u close to possibly getting back home
Or, to be honest, a portal would be better, bc youd like to come back here sometimes,
Its not like u have family back home (not any who you'd want to visit), mostly just a few good friends who'd be worried abt u (Childe misses his sparring partner for sure)
Which then leads u to noticing that boy with the black hair and big round glasses (was it smth like,,, harold sculptor? Atp that seems like a feasible name to you bc in this world parents rlly were cruel abt naming their kid âfeatheryâ or smth wild)
Harold and two others, one with fluffy long hair, and the other a redhead,
Were attempting to âspyâ on u from behind bookshelves or at tables seated near the forbidden section
U saw them learn the times u came there and how they made sure to match them (tho it seems the redhead got bored easily and begged to eat instead)
You'd actually managed to make friends with some Durmstrang friends in the meantime too
And by that u mean Viktor Krum mostly
Ppl were constantly obsessed with him and he'd managed to escape up the astronomy tower to get some peace and quiet,
Only to run into u reading away, and he'd heard abt ur reputation, and wanted to befriend u
U two got along rlly well, lots of peaceful silences, and chill convos, esp since u guys had some stuff in common
Mostly how ur both foreign to Hogwarts/this country and adjusting still
Anyway that is to say, Viktor teased u abt the ducklings following u around everywhere thinking they were sneaky
And this was a routine u got used to, until it was time for the tournament
You hadnt bothered to put ur name in, u didnt feel like risking ur life for no reason afterall
So needless to say u were pissed when rumors went around abt u putting Harol- Harry's name in the goblet
(u finally learned his name, apparently he's famous for not dying? As a baby?? A powerful tyrant evil wizard wanted to kill him as a baby??? Just,, why)
Not only that but then he was obligated to be in the tournament???
U knew there was smth insane abt this school, bringing back this crazy tournament in the first place, somehow getting Harry's name in the goblet,
but u didn't think they were batshit crazy.
(Dumbledore is not helping his case in your eyes, esp as u suspect heâs got Snape involved in his BS too somehowâŚ)
So needless to say you were going to fix this mess since these seasoned âwizard adultsâ weren't đ
You snuck into the Great Hall using a high level alchemy invisibility amulet, and used ur Cryo vision to extinguish the Goblet of Fire đ
It reset the game, and luckily they were able to resubmit the champions to the Triwizard Tournament and hide away the Goblet before it got tampered with again
Lol u got Harry out of it, and it wasnt until later in the library that u get cornered by the Gryffindor fourth year himself
He admits to seeing u under his invisibilty cloak that night and thanks you for getting him out of that hell, poor kid looks so grateful đ
But regardless of that, he insists u tell him abt the ice spell u used, how u used it wandless, with no incantation, etc.
You just gave him a small smile (his big green eyes look even more shocked behind the glasses, what, was that old professor right? do u rlly not smile that much?) and tell him he owes u one
He agrees and u go on ur way to the forbidden section
(U dont explain the ice, afterall, who would believe him? You werent even that much older, and only âmaster wizardsâ could do what u did)
After that, Harry starts to follow u around a lot more,
much to the annoyance of his redhead friend (Rodrick? Rocky? smth with a R-) and the absolute admiration of the younger girl with big hair
the champions start the first trial, and u help Viktor out with a plan to defeat the dragon and get the egg in one piece (u had lots of experience with monsters after all, and Viktor and Snape, who couldn't keep his big nose out of your business, were simultaneously disturbed and yet not surprised by this information)
it works flawlessly, and that's when you notice the new DA teacher acting suspicious
as the champions gear up for the 2nd trial, u help Viktor try to figure out the eggâs secrets,
Both Harry and Hermione have taken to interrupting ur library research time (u finally learned her name, but not the redhead, he seemed a bit rude tbh so u don't care to know)
after brainstorming (well more like talking at the brick wall that was Snape) with the old potions professor over tea gossip time again, u finally figure out how to get the egg open without screaming, and tell Viktor
Who thanks u by taking u to the Yule Ball, but u only manage the first dance before u get absorbed in the food and the cool decor, and u also convince him to gossip with u in the corner too
(u do appreciate having a reason to dress up at least, as you attempt to imitate the Tsaritsa herself with this dress)
U notice further on into the night that Hermione ran out looking upset, and ur âgirlâs girlâ instinct kicks in, (regardless of ur neutrality for her, u lie to urself) and follow her outside to comfort her
u talk, and tho ur cold demanour did intimidate her a little, after she realized u were genuinely trying to help her, she took u up on the offer, and asked if u two could be friends since sheâs âsurrounded by stupid Gryffindor boys all the timeâ
u agreed amused, and convinced her to join Viktor and u in ur gossip session, which Harry (after humiliating himself on the dance floor), joined in later as well
(You may or may not have iced the floor secretly under the redheadâs and the equally annoying prissy Slytherin blondeâs feet, sending them sprawling on top of each other, so neither would come bother u four)
Over the next week you hear from Hermioneâs researching/studying sessions with you that Ron did apologize to her, of which u advised her to get revenge on him anyway lmao
Harry at one point came groaning and complaining to you abt Cedric bothering him abt the egg problem, and u went ahead and gave it to him
Finally the next task was here, something abt rescuing smth underwater that mattered to each of the champions
u were immediately on ur guard when Dumbledore called u and 3 other seemingly random ppl to ur office (but u began to connect the dots after realizing one of them was the little sister of the Fontai- French Champion)
only to deflect the spell that would've knocked u out, and instead pretend to be knocked out
u obv kept ur Vision on u at all times, as always, and realized what was happening as the teachers levitated u all out to the lake
Snape snapped about being the one in charge of you, (and lowkey told u he knew u were awake, did he sound a little,, proud?? no, not Snape surely of all ppl)
Viktor did end up fishing you out, which he said u âlooked like a very unhappy drenched old tom catâ while swimming to shore, (u awkwardly pat him on the back for thinking ur the best part of Hogwarts, and then smacked him for getting u kidnapped to go into a freezing lake)
and u also ended up helping Viktor rescue the other girl left behind, and froze some of the mermaidsâ tails in the water for their trouble
Fleur was so grateful that she came to hunt you (and Viktor too at the time) for helping her and her sister that she came to thank u two again while at the library
which then led to her sometimes hanging around ur table at the library (everyone avoids it like the plague initially bc of you, but now youve got a gaggle of wizards rotating out all the time, like the younger years Harry/Hermione/Ron, Viktor, and now Fleur)
by the time the third trial rolls around, youve taken to bullying the prissy blonde brat a year below you to keep him from not only bothering Harry and Hermione, but also ur own peace and quiet
The other Slytherins are beginning to warm up to you, or at least not actively ignore you, since youâve been hanging around Viktor Krum, along with gaining favor from Snape more obviously (heâd plopped a singular towel in ur lap after getting out of the lake, and u might as well have âSnapeâs Favoriteâ written across ur forehead for all that means)
(also some of them may or may not find u roasting the annoying blonde bully kid amusing too)
it isn't until u see the creepy retired Aura (or whatever they call their knights) DA professor milling about the castle more, nearer the Gryffindor tower, that you begin to warn Harry to spread the word among his little lion club to not travel alone, esp in the evenings
(u don't like how his weird rolling blue eye looks thru you, it reminds u of Dumbledore)
by the time the third trial is finally announced, you have ur sights set on that weird old man, and end up following him to his classroom at one point,
in which he cracks open a rattling trunk, tosses some food in, and seems to have definitely stolen what you assume to be the Triwizard trophy
he casts a spell on it, and you put on that same invisibiltiy amulet from alchemy to better follow him, and watch him sneak into Dumbledoreâs office to return the trophy
(You break the âportkeyâ spell you find on it)
(you also leave a note behind on the headmasterâs desk to look into a trunk in the new DA professorâs classroom storage, and to be more careful hiring the next one.)
Harry somehow gets sucked into the maze you find out, and you end up sneaking in to save him, using your sword and Cryo Vision to battle him out
(finally, Archons, you didnt realize how much you'd miss fighting monsters)
Aurors descend upon Hogwarts, only just after the trial ends, and Viktor wins (you trained him too well for him to not, and may or may not have viciously sparred with him a little too much for him to not be a little afraid of the consequences of losing after you helped him so much lol)
Just as Harry is taken in by Dumbledore for questioning of how he got trapped in the maze, he runs back to nearly squeeze the life out of you in a hug, he tells you thanks for helping him again (and forced u to promise to teach him sword fighting or âice magicâ)
Then, surprisingly, the entirety of Durmstrang (and some Slytherins??) haul you up into the air with Viktor to celebrate his victory
(You can see Snape snickering at ur misery in the air)
Viktor and Fleur stay penpals, and the âgolden trioâ (more like âgryffindor tripletsâ) sticks around your library table
and you think you could start to get used to this, and Harry, Hermione, and Snape had gotten you a Yule/winter gift
(whatâs Christmas. and why is everyone obsessed with decorating trees??)
âŚthat is until Hermione looks over your shoulder one day at your usual reading table, and points to a book youâve chosen for research,
saying âif you need to make a portal somewhere, thatâs the book you should be looking in.â
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SAUDADE ⌠DR3
âSaudadeâ is a Portuguese word that carries a profound and complex meaning, often described as a deep emotional state of longing or nostalgia. It transcends mere language; it's a state of being, an emotion that seeps into the soul and lingers like an echo in the heart. It encompasses a mix of emotions, including melancholy, yearning, and a sense of emptiness, often accompanied by fond memories of past experiences or relationships. In the context of love, "saudade" captures the bittersweet essence of missing someone deeply, even when they are physically present or long after they are gone. It is the ache of the heart that comes from loving and losing, a poignant reminder of the depth of connection and the enduring power of love's impact on our lives.
⌠pairing: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader
⌠type: social media au
⌠fc: becky g
⌠warnings: female!reader, latina!reader, age gap, language, lots of angst, heartbreak, drama, internet meanies, mentions of mental health struggles, assholes.
⌠pit wall live: uh holi, loves đ sorry for the delay, but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter đ it's a little short but as present for not posting in March, I present to you: a bonus chapter hehe okay, byeeee *runs away as fast as she can*
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JANUARY 1, 2022
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yourinstagram Starting the New Year on a bright note! ⨠Wearing yellow to channel optimism and positive energy as we dive into this new year. đ I'm so so so grateful for all the love and support you've shown me throughout the past year and I'm excited to continue this journey together in 2022. Here's to another year of growth, laughter, and cherished memories! Siempre para adelante, mi gente! đ
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danielricciardo Mi reina â¤ď¸âđĽ
user1 I wanted to take this space to thank you for the happiness you have brought me over the years. Your music or your works of art have been a constant company in moments of joy, sadness and everything in between. Your talent is enormous, but so is your ability to connect with your fans in a unique way. Your humility and gratitude show that, despite the success, you are still a close and authentic person. Thanks for all that you do!
camila_cabello Good god woman have mercy
kylieminogue you are sensationally exquisite đâ¨
xtina my angel â¤ď¸
user2 jawline could cut a diamond đĽś
user3 muy buena artista pero sobrevalorada respecto a su belleza, y no digo que no sea guapa sino sobrevalorada
user4 you could wear the rainbow if you wanted and that would still not make you relevant or give you any talent
user5 she always tries too hard
user6 watch out for Regina George in sheep's clothing
anitta Feliz ano novo para vocĂŞ Rainha đ
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user7 the fact that they spent new year's day apart and on different sides of the world speaks volumes
user what? that they both wanted to see their families? grow up
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⼠translation: Everything I do and comes out of me it's because I'm feeling it, it's okay if no one else feels the same way. Two people can never ever feel the same at the same time.
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yourinstagram this is all anyone needs to have a great day â¤ď¸ please send me his manager's contact, I've been looking for a male backing vocal for my next album and I think he can be the perfect choice đ
danielricciardo yourinstagram ah, you see, he's a really sought-after artist so he's super busy. But I know his uncle and he's interested on the job, only thing is that he likes to be paid with kisses đđ
yourinstagram danielricciardo tell him to contact me, I think we will be able to work out the payment details soon đ
yourinstagram btw how is it possible that he's that big now if I saw him like yesterday and he was this đ¤đ˝ small đĽşâ¤ď¸
user1 is the copying the hand movements for me đâ¤ď¸
user2 so this is how Y/N's future is gonna look like đ
userA all that's missing is the ring đ
userB yeah danielricciardo stop being lazy my friend đ
user3 you're gonna be a great dad one day â¤ď¸đĽş
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user5 coisa mais linda! â¤ď¸
user6 Daniel really sang his heart out to that song lmao
user7 you have really shit taste in music mate
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yourinstagram Te amo con el alma, porque el alma nunca muere â¤ď¸ happy 2 years, mi Danielito đĽ°
⼠translation: I love you with my whole soul, because the soul never dies â¤ď¸
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danielricciardo My forever partner in crime â¤ď¸
user1 cuide a ese hombre yourinstagram, que tu y yo no somos amigas đŤĄ
user2 oh God I'm so single đŠ
mileycyrus so much love and happiness for you both â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
user3 THAT LAST PHOTO IT'S GIVING I'D MARRY YOU WITH PAPER RINGS đ SO 1 + 1 = THEY ARE GETTING ENGAGEDâźď¸âźď¸
userA I'm so calling it, it is happening đ¤Š
user4 LIL BLAKE SIGHTING đđđ
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user5 she was talking seriously when she recorded A mi me gustan mayores đ
userA serĂĄ que aplica el "A mĂ me gustan mĂĄs grandes. Que no me quepa en la boca..." con ĂŠl?? đđđ
yourinstagram userA los besos que quiera darme? đ sĂ, aplica đ¤đ
userB OMFG Y/N???!!! LMAOOO
iamdannaschwarz yourinstagram that's enough internet for you today đ
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chloestroll did he really cook? đ
yourinstagram chloestroll he did! and it was really good actually 𼰠I felt â¨spoiledâ¨
oliviarodrigo mom and dad đ
user6 the first pic is making me feel something. i don't know how to put that something into words though 𼾠*bi panics*
userA JUST A BIG FUCKING OOF I GUESS đĽľ
userB they served cunt as per usual
userC I grunted and groaned and moaned đŤ đŠ
user7 I'm so tired of them omg yeah, you're "in love", we see you, now stop shoving it at our faces every chance you have đ
fioamato congrats Sandy and Danny đđ
iamdannaschwarz Baby and Danny đđ
itsvittoriasousa nah, more like Troy and Gabriella
landonorris Belle and the Beast đ
yourinstagram landonorris aww did littol landow nowis just called me beautiful? đđ
landonorris nvm I take it back. Fiona and Shrek* đ
yourinstagram landonorris well that makes you the donkey đ
user8 every time I remember that there's a 9 year gap between them I wanna puke đ¤Ž
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danielricciardo happy 2 years mi vida â¤ď¸
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user "mi vida" brb gonna go chew on a live wire đ
yourinstagram let's do this for a lifetime â¤ď¸âžď¸
danielricciardo you have yourself a deal, Chip â¤ď¸
user2 hey God, it's me again...
martingarrix â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
user3 these adorable videos ending with daniel squeezing y/n's butt is so dan-y/n core đĽšđ
marcusstoinis congrats, lovebirds â¤ď¸
user4 did they leave their own love lock on the fence? đĽšđ
userA I don't think we'll ever find it, but I'm sure they did đ
landonorris congrats on putting up with him this long yourinstagram â¤ď¸
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user5 somethin something "find a beautiful love, make sure they know they are your morning light" playing while the sunset iluminates her and cutting to "and that you'll never let go till the day that you die" while he has his arms around her đđđ
userA THIS HERE IS LOVE đ THIS HERE IS LIFE đ
userB something something he's got a tattoo of that song's title đ
userC somebody get me a fucking doctor I feel like my heart is about to burst
scottyjames31 my favorite celebrity couple đ
caamp we love you guys â¤ď¸
user5 grandpa copping a feel đ¤˘
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danielricciardo Better this week than next⌠Unfortunate to miss the test, but Iâm starting to feel better. Iâll stay isolated and just focus on next weekend. Big thanks to Lando & McLaren for the heavy lifting, I owe you some beers (milk for Lando). Appreciate the well wishes from everyone as well.
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landonorris get well soon mate!
georgerussell63 speedy recovery danny ric đŞđť
user did you and Y/N broke up??? please tell me it's a lie
user2 Y/N hasn't liked nor comment yet and it's been 2 whole days since he posted this
userA why whould she? they are quarantining together, she doesn't need to comment or liked every single post he makes. They are probably sitting side by side right now
userB userA there's actually rumours that she was seen leaving the hotel in a rush yesterday and fans are already speculating if they broke up
user3 I hope you feel better soon Dan! I know we all wish to see you in action next weekend!!
user4 "milk for Lando" lmaooo i love them your honor <3
user5 this is your year mate don't let any setbacks bring you down đŞđť
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f1wags It seems Danny Ricc has moved on quickly đ Just after a week since the confirmation of his break up with Y/N, a few fans have reported sightings of the driver with actress Heidi Berger âwho has been linked to him a few times these past monthsâ around Monaco.
The blonde is the daughter of former Austrian F1 driver Gerhard Berger and former Portuguese model Ana Corvo.
This love triangle drama just keeps getting juicier and more complicated! đĽ What are you thoughts, did the Aussie cheated on his ex-girlfriend as some people say? Did he moved on too fast? or did he do the right thing? Let us know in the comments!
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user I actually feel bad for Y/N, not a fan of hers at all but it must be hard to see the man you were talking of marriage with a month ago, move on from your relationship so quickly and easily. if it were me in her shoes, I know it'd really mess my head up đ
user2 idc if he'd not been with Heidi physically while being with Y/N, it's still treason to be emotionally involved with someone else while you're in a relationship. I believe he already had feelings for Heidi while still being with Y/N because how the fuck can you move on from a whole 2-year relationship in two weeks?? I only hope Y/N is doing okay and that she gets to heal and find someone better for her đ
user3 you can try to defend him with all the arguments you can think of but at the end of the day, he is still just a rich man. It's funny how you've been all pointing fingers at the innocent while playing lawyer to the guilty.
user4 I'm a Danny Ricc fan but I think this was too fast too soon, at least have some respect for your ex who stood by your side through the highs and lows of the past years, smh so disappointed
user5 Get over it already! He moved on to someone better, as he should. Let the poor man alone! He's been single for weeks! He's allowed to see anyone he wants! Stop whining about it, Y/N just wasn't enough, as simple as that đ¤ˇđ˝ââď¸
user6 I'm actually super worried for him, he's not himself lately. Just a few weeks ago he was calling Y/N the love of his life and now this? All jokes aside, I think he's self-sabotaging. He looks like a shell of his old-self, he is not smiling as bright as before, he's super quiet now and if you pay attention to him during interviews, he fidgets a lot and sounds so insecure when asked about his driving. GO TO THERAPY BABE!!!
userA you are reaching, babe! lmaoooo he's fine, he just got tired of that snake đ¤Ş
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user i guess this is the confirmation we've been waiting for
user2 how can you move on from a 2 year relationship so fast??
user3 ugh men are so fucking unbelievable
userA jokes on all those whiny fangirls of his, turns out it wasn't he who deserved better, it was HER.
user4 he is a joke just like his driving lmao
user5 Heidi is so much better than that wannabe singer, she was just a plaything for him đ¤Ł
user6 I'm so glad you opened up your eyes daniel
user7 so all those rumours have been true smh y'all were attacking Y/N nonestop for the smallest interactions with the opposite sex, and none of those rumours proved to be true but I'm not seeing the same energy directed towards him now that the rumours about him were actually true!
user8 I just know that the break up album is gonna be a banger đĽđ¤Ş
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user HI MOTHER!! WELCOME BACK WE MISSED YOU â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
user1 we love to see you living your best life!!! đĽ°
user2 Can't wait to listen to the full version of the song she plays on the last slide đ¤Š
userA Daniel Ricciardo is shaking in his boots right now đ¤Ş
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markhoppus kid what are you holding on your lap and why it isn't on my liquor shelf yet? đ¤¨
yourintagram sorry dad đ it's on its way to your doorstep right now đ¤Ş
skyehoppus yourintagram make sure you are also included on the package arriving at our door, it's been too long honey â¤ď¸
userA âdadâ??? she knows mark hoppus?? what did i miss?? đł
userB userA they have an on-going joke that mark found her wandering around and adopted her as one of the few blink-182's children along alex gaskarth and jack barakat from all time low đ she's super close with his family, too! I remember she collab on a song with him, but they didn't released it and then it got leaked, she did play it at a couple of concerts tho
userC userB is it 'thank you & goodnight'? đ
userB userC YES! I miss her pop-punk era đ that version she did of 'little lion man' was soooo good!!
user4 Baby Iza is on her way to hit a bitch (Daniel)
alexalbon I like pizza too đđ
lilymhe sorry baby, bad bitches only đ
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user5 OMG OMG WE'VE GOT HARRY, TAYLOR AND Y/N IN ONE POST?! THE HOLY TRINITY RIGHT THERE đ
harrystyles â¤ď¸
user6 I've got my two mothers in one photo đâ¤ď¸
taylorswift Ms. Falls-a-lot đťâ¤ď¸
yourinstagram I swear I'm gonna scare you too next time đđ
lilymhe walking among legends on this post đđťââď¸ #blessed đđť
user6 I'm so happy that she's finally back â¤ď¸ we need to flood her comment section with love đĽ°
user7 Drama queen of this generation. Always playing the victim & tricking people into thinking that she's a mental health advocate. You're way too far from that. Cancel her đđťđ
user8 the caption: ICONIC đĽ
userA the taxi driver is twisting on his grave đđ¤Ş
user9 the old Y/N can't come to the phone right now, why? Oh 'cause she's DEAD! đ
user10 most untalented celeb ever
fioamato where was my invitation? 𤨠yourinstagram iamdannaschwarz
iamdannaschwarz you got one, you just decided to ditch us for mr. i-have-an-art-gallery đ¤¨
yourinstagram iamdannaschwarz yessss expose her, dannita! đ¤ No te hagas de la vĂctima, mi corazĂłn. We've got the receipts đđ§ž
fioamato I hate you both đ
user11 you should be ashamed to post a photo holding a tequila bottle when so many young people follow you. You should be a role model to them, not another alcoholic celebrity đ
user12 babygirl I hope you are doing better and feeling great! You deserve so much more â¤ď¸
userA she's as fabulous as ever while he's floping big time, I call that karma đ
userB not many people know how to truly appreciate the unique sazĂłn and sabor of a Latina đĽ homeboy couldn't handle the heat đ¤
user13 I know that album is gonna be đĽđĽđĽ
user14 attention seeker no wonder you always get dump for someone better
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Zuko ran up to where the figure had fallen, for some reason forgetting who this person could be and the danger he could be in, and pulled them onto their back. He was surprised when he realized that the person he was holding appeared to be a boy, seemingly around the same age as himself. The boy wore robes of yellow and orange and had a completely clean-shaven head, as well as unmistakable blue arrow tattoos all over his body, with the most prominent one making a point on his forehead.
Still astonished, Zuko watched as the boyâs gray eyes fluttered open. Forgetting who this person was and what he was supposed to be doing in this situation, he found himself mesmerized, unable to pull his gaze away.
âI need to ask you something,â the boy said in a weak voice that had not even deepened yet.
âWhat?â Zuko responded, his mouth acting before his brain could tell him to stop.
âPlease⌠come closer,â the boy said again.
â excerpt from The Avatar and the Fire Prince, Book 1: Air, Chapter 1: The Boy in the Iceberg
Iâm back again with fan art of my own AU đ
Iâm really proud of how the first piece turned out, especially considering I have literally no knowledge of how to draw backgrounds lol (I admittedly got pretty lazy there).
I also decided to combine the full-body pose drawings of the boys that I posted individually a few weeks ago onto one canvas (if you saw that those, you may have noticed Aang has been flipped here; I thought it looked better with them side by side). This is how Zuko and Aang appear at the beginning of the AU, ages 13 and 12 respectively.
As of the time of making this post, my fic now has nearly 1.3k kudos!!! đđđ To anyone who has commented, left kudos, or read even a little bit of it: thank you so so much for the support â¤ď¸
Iâm almost done with B2CH12 (chapter 24 overall), so hopefully that will be posted sometime this weekend :) It's The Deserter, an episode that I've been curious of how to adapt for awhile now considering Aang already has two firebenders traveling with him and thus does not need Jeong Jeong as a teacher. I'm not going to spoil anything, but I hope y'all will like where I decided to go with this chapter and what I changed from canon.
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HIII I HAD A THOIGHT THAT HAS BEEN KILLING MY MIND AND I NEED TO TELL IT TO SOMEONE OTHERWISE IM GNA EXPLODE
get this . everyone chilling at ramshackle dorm doing their own thing, yuu (and grimm by extension), ace and deuce sitting by the table talking about whatever crosses their mind
Eventually the conversation escalates to birthdays and holidays and ace asks how old Yuu is. Azul interjects with saying Yuu's age from the contract they signed a few months ago, but then Yuu pipes up and tells them that they're one year older than that.
Theres a small moment of confusion until it dawns onto Deuce that Yuy's birthday was a month or two ago and they never spoke a peep about it. Not even to grimm!! And when asked, Yuy makes an excuse like "that was when __ was kind of close to overblotting and I didn't want to make it about me because that'd be so nitpickyâ"
It was based off an audio i heard and idk if i want to write it into a short drabble for myself i probably cant since im only on book 2 ueue). But like. its a fun prompt methinks. what would all of them do when they find out Yuu deliberately didn't say a thing about their birthday
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"Can we start yet!" Ace complained, head slamming onto the table.
"I told you we're waiting on a couple more people." The perfect told him "I invited Kalim and Azul to join us since Sebek and Jack couldn't make it"
Tonight was the Ramshackle dorms weekly game night, normally it was just the freshmen but Sebek said that Malleus 'needs' his protection and Jack was just to tired from Spell Drive practice.
"They outta hurry up" Epel started, country accent slightly showing through "don't they know it's rude to be late."
A awkward silence fell over the dorm for a moment before a knock echoes through the dorm.
When y/n opened the dorm they were greeted with a cheerful smile and a hug.
"Thank you so much for inviting me!" Kalim smiled "I hope you don't mind that I brought Jamil, I also brought food, well Jamil did, he made it!"
Y/n blinked for a moment, taking in all the words one guy manged to say so fast. They looked over Kalim's shoulder just in time to see Jamil face plant.
"Thank you for the food Jamil" They smiled, giving him a wave.
"If was the least I could do perfect" he stated, not returning the wave.
Luckily Azul showed up before y/n could shut the door.
Just a few minutes later the group was playing some sort of trivia card game where they would either have to answer a question about someone else playing, a question about themselves, or just a random fact. If they got it wrong the next person would answer the same card, whoever got the most questions right won.
"Who is the most followed person in Magi Cam?" Epel read, "That's easy, Neige"
He revealed the answer to show it was correct.
"Of course you would get that one right" Ace complained "Vil never stops going on about it"
Every one just ignoring him looked over at Deuce, who was next to pick a card.
"How old is the person sitting to your right?" He looked over at y/n. "I'm not sure...18?"
They just shook their head.
"I know this one" Azul butted in, ready to take another point "Our contract from a while ago said that they were 16."
One again y/n shook their head. "I just turn 17 last month"
The room went silent for what seemed like forever.
"WE MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAY!" They all shouted in union.
"Riddle is going to have a heart attack when he finds out" Deuce commented, Ace nodding in agreement.
"You should've said something, we could've had a huge party" Kalim whined.
Y/n scratch the back of their head, "It's not big deal, it was right after one of the overblots, plus where I'm from birthdays aren't that big of a deal."
"Jamil we need to plan a party right now" Kalim said, getting up from his seat.
"We have to too" Ace said "Or get Trey and Riddle to do it for us"
Soon everyone had said something similar and got up and left leaving a confused Ramshackle perfect.
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POV: when your boyfriend accidentally overhears you spilling all your (very misplaced) insecurities about him leaving you for the white-picket-fence love he âdeservesâ
aka: CONCLUSION âď¸ hold me oh so close (youâre the sanctuary) 2/2
(and still 100% for @pearynice on her birthdayđ)
â¨previously: âI just gotta believe that loving, even for just a short timeâs worth it, when it feels like this,â and Eddie does believe that. Deep down, even if itâs alongside doubting and hurting. Eddie believes it, else heâd have run ages ago.
Loving Steve Harrington is worth it.
âEd,â Wayne starts his tone a little off, a littleâŚprobably tied up in the something Eddie doesnât have a clue as to what he nudging at, still, but whatever itâsâ
Eddie thinks he about shoots his head up through the ceiling of the trailerâwhich would be a goddamn shame because again: new trailer, still a draft, doesnât need a holeâwhen he hears the clatter of something heavy not more than ten paces behind him. Which places it still in the kitchen, where he is but only just.
Eddie whirls, heart pounding, ready for the worstâ
And his eyes lock with Steveâs. Steve, who it appears has placed one of his motherâs fancy-ass pie plates covered in aluminum foil near the phone in the corner by the door. Which heâd have opened, yâknow, with his key. Because they lock the doors now, still, just in case.
But Steve has his own key, andâ
Oh.
Oh, that might have been what Wayne was nudging toward.
âYou,â Eddie barely breathes out, and if his heart was pounding for fear a second ago itâsâŚitâs doing a thing heâs pretty sure isnât normal, maybe is wholly unprecedented in all of human history of some shit, and he, heâ
âUnintentional,â Steve grins a little sheepish at the plate heâd set on the counter, clocking thatâs how heâd given himself away, why Eddie was panting a little for the adrenaline rush and the also not just or even primarily about the adrenaline rush; âbut likeââ
But like then Wayneâs scraping his chair against the linoleum instead of his spoon against his mug, standing up and dropping both into the sink before he clasps Eddieâs shoulder, squeezes, then crosses over toward Steve, does the same and asks low donât eat it all without me, yeah? and Steve laughs, matches the fondness Wayne aims at him as he lobs back like weâd start without you and Wayne hums his approval before grabbing his truck keys, muttering something about needing cigsâwhich Eddieâs knows damn well he doesnâtâand then he glances at Eddie with that look, and, andâŚ
Oh, Jesus.
The doorâs barely closed behind Wayne before Eddie turns in his chair, knows his knees arenât gonna hold him just now if he stands, thereâs this under-the-skin kinda trembling he can feel that might be his heartbeat or might be his bones quaking apart because, like, Wayne had been looking at him the whole time like that andâ
âHow long have you been standing there?â Eddie barely squeaks out, itâd be a weirdly humiliating sound either way but itâs not because Eddie can barely process anything over the raucous thunder of his own goddamn pulse because how long has Steve been standing there and, andâ
How much did Steve hear?
âLong enough,â Steve finally answers after spending a little time playing with his lips between his teeth in a way that normally drives Eddie a little crazy, but right now heâs a little too nauseated for it to hit.
âLonger than Iâd have liked, because the things I heard,â Steveâs voice cracks as he shakes his head, and he looks so crushed, so pained and Eddie feels both sensations wash over him and settle in deep and at ten times the intensity, the weight because Eddieâs caused it. Eddieâs own words fucking made this and heâ
âBut it was at least as long as I needed, so that I could hear âem,â and Steveâs crossing to him, now, crouching a little so grip Eddie at the forearms; âbecause I needed to hear them.â
Eddie turns, hides his face which makes him feel sick because this is Steve, there are no moments he doesnât want to see him, to drink him in, to refresh the permanent etching of the whole of him on the insides of Eddieâs eyelids, the ephemeral tangle of Eddie soul so heâll remember for always what this felt like, what love can be.
For when itâs gone.
âEddie,â Steve reaches, gathers Eddieâs hands so strong, but sure and so gentle, like he wants toâŚpreserve. So as to keep.
Eddie barely keeps down the seizing tremble to sob, but the cost of doing so cuddles in his stomach to the point where it settles even worse.
âBabe, I needed to hear it,â Steveâs hands tighten on him, thumb stroking back and forth against the pulse in Eddie's wrist; âbut now I need you to hear this, okay? Really hear it, please,â he brings Eddieâs hands closer so one of his own can hold both of Eddieâs so he has one free to grasp Eddieâs chin and lift it up, catch his eyes:
âCan you do that for me?â
And thatâs the silver bullet: thereâs nothing Eddie wouldnât do for this man.
So he nods. And if a tear he didnât notice falls when he blinks, Steveâs hand darts immediately to wipe it clear.
âYou still think I want a Nancy,â Steve breathes, a lament and a realization rolled into one, that clenches tight in Eddieâs chest.
âYou still think it, donât you, still have this idea of what that was and what that meant, when the real-life Nancy wasnât even this idea you have of a Nancy and, and then fuck, then the reality of it, like when me and her were anything?â Steve huffs somethingâŚbitter out, not toward Eddie and thatâs the thing, isnât it: Steve and Eddie arenât perfect, and they fight loud and hard sometimes but theyâre never bitter, they donât swipe dirty.
They loveâ
âGod, we were stupid,â Steve shakes his head and oh, well, yeah, maybe Eddie was stupid to fall so far and so deep fucking knowing the lines and limits and flipping them all off nonetheless butâ
Then he looks, and Steveâs regretful. Nostalgic in that way where you think of a thing from the past for the lessons you learned for it, the ones youâre grateful for.
And oh.
Oh, Steve didnât mean them, he meant himself, andâŚand her.
âYou still think that,â Steve bends his chin to press lips where his thumbs have been, and to hold, and to speak against the delicate skin: âafter everything.â
Itâs not an accusation. Itâs not disappointment. Eddie feels both, though: from himself, toward himself.
âSteve,â Eddie doesnât mean it to come out like a moan. He swears. He swears he doesnât mean it.
And yet.
âCome here,â Steveâs springing to his height and drawing Eddie first against his middle, tight to the low-center of his chest where the pulse of him echoes like a bell to toll and the he sinks into the comfort in that sound runs through him like cool rain for just an instant before hands are lifting, guiding him to stand and he stumbles a little but he goes nowhere, because Steve wonât let him, wonât ever let him.
All that perfectly placed trust in this man, never proven wrong.
âWill you come here?â Steve murmurs, watches Eddieâs feet and glances up through his lashes to his eyes, down and back, down and back as he leads them to the couch; knows this space like his own, like his home and that shivers through Eddieâs bodyâit feels right. Like it couldâve been forever, in another world.
But in this world? Steve asks if Eddie will come with him.
âAlways.â
Forever the answer. And so he does.
Steve pulls him close, so close, almost in his lap as he curls against Eddie and gathers his hands again, squeezes to conduct his attentionâlike it could ever stray.
âI need you to listen to me,â Steve breathes so close to Eddieâs ear, hit on his neck; âI need you to listen, and believe me when I say it.â
All Eddie has in him just that moment is to nod, but fuck, does he nod, nods until Steve kisses the side of his head and tucks him under his chin, where Eddie can feel his blood move along by accident.
But it doesnât feel like an accident.
âI used to think I fucked up with Nancy,â Steveâs saying, and Eddie can hear it as a whisper as well as he can feel it rumble under Steveâs throat; âand I did, but it was like,â he swallows hard, and Eddie feels that too; âit felt like I was the only guilty one, like I had take to all the blame, that it meant,â and Steveâs breath catches, he tenses, his heart trips a little, speeds a little and Eddie canât not kills at the swell of his Adamsâs apple, then the bump of his pulse, to nuzzle the tip of his nose in between, and Steveâs hand threads in Eddie hair: holds him near.
So fucking near.
âThat it meant I was the problem, that I was built wrong,â and Eddie sucks in a breath that hurts but not nearly as much as those words, the implication that Steve ever; âthat I was like my parents,â and no, fucking no: Steve is ten times most people in the whole world but in comparison to his fucking parents? Jesus fuck, numbers donât go high enough to compare how much he outstrips themâ
âThat my love was only ever gonna be bullshit.â
And Eddie canât help it. He whimpers when he wants to be still, be quiet and let Steve say what he needs to, let him ease Eddie down gently and make the end of this feel softer than it should, than it will with time but with a kindness no one in the world would ever show Eddie Munsonâhe wants to respect Steveâs space to say his piece but bullshitâEddieâs come to trust and care for Nancy Wheeler, wonder of wonders, but fuck if he isnât tempted to slash her tires and shred her drafts right before her deadlines for at leastâŚever. For fucking ever, because thatâs not even in the same reality of enough of a punishment for saying, for doing what she did to this manâs precious fucking heart and if anyone here is bullshit, sheâsâ
He doesnât realize how heavy his breathing has gotten, or how tunneled his vision, until Steve reaches a palm out and cradles his neck: an anchor. Heâs quiet, and breathes like a light in the dark to follow home until Eddie can see straighter.
He is suchâŚsuch goodness that itâs hard to do anything but reorientate the whole of him justâŚjust to Steve.
âAnd I wondered, for a little while, if I put Nancy on this pedestal?â Steve speaks so soft, pressed now against Eddieâs brow, forehead to forehead. âLike she was something better, above me, and couldâŚbalance me out. Make the wrongness better. Worthwhile.â
Impossible. Impossible because she couldnât, sheâs not sufficient. Impossible because thereâs no wrongness in Steve Harrington. Impossible because Steveâs more often than not the most, if not the only, worthwhile anything Eddie sometimes knows at all.
âBut the reality,â and Steveâs tone, itâsâŚitâs different now. MoreâŚsure, maybe; âthe real truth,â and yes, yeah, more sure, itâs a certain thing: âis we were stupid kids who saw horrible things, and we were hurting,â and Steveâs head turns just enough to brush lips against Eddieâs temple before bowing back against Eddieâs forehead, both of them breathing the otherâs breath now.
Unbearably intimate. It always is butâŚbut like thisâ
âSometimes you lash out when youâre hurting,â Steve says simply, leans trusting into Eddie as he does, so forgiving of things that scarred him so deep; âsometimes hurting back, whatever way you can, is the only thing youâve got.â
Eddie almost canât comprehend it; is almost infuriated by its dismissal. But thereâsâŚfinality that feels like comfort.
Eddie doesnât understand why, though, or, or how.
âAnd she was never, above me,â thereâs this almost-smile in Steveâs voice then; âher love wasnât better than my love,â and thatâs the true thing, the most true thing maybe, the thing Eddie knew all along without a single shred of doubt:
âAnd my love didnât need to be evened out. It was fine. I was fine.â
Then the pièce de rÊsistance:
âMy loveâs enough just as it is.â
And Eddie wants simultaneous contractions, so deep and so much he can feel them tearing apart something vital in his chest: because he wants to rail, wants to push back on it because thatâs not true, thatâs too small: Steveâs love is perfection. Steveâs love is the only evidence Eddieâs ever seen that there might be a benevolent god in the universe somewhere, to allow for the tingly giddy joy that floods him under the warm beat of Steveâs love and if Eddie gets that from this love, limited-time-only though itâs offer might be, then Jesus H. Christ, Steveâs love? Enough?
Thatâs a fucking insult of the kinds Eddieâll go account a hill tall enough to die on in defense of that loveâsâthis manâsâimpossible, ineffable worth.
âEspecially now,â Steveâs easing Eddieâs grip on him finger by fingerâhe must have grasped hard, squeezed so so tight when Steve shortchanged anything about himself as only just enough but it s a soft loosening, and heâs not letting go in the slightest, and his lips are set soft with a curve at the corners like maybe he knows that underneath Eddieâs indignation, heâs fucking proud of Steve for getting this far, for making progress that big: the know it clear enough to say it like the foundation fact it is when it took so long to unwrite the lies of a lifetime: yes.
Fuck yes, Eddie is proud of the man he loves who is more than fucking enough, who deserves the whole world.
And Eddieâs not the whole fucking world; Steve deserve so much moâ
âBecause now,â Steveâs speaking again, and Eddie promised to listen, to believe like either was ever in question, like the cells in Eddieâs body donât reorient themselves specifically to be near Steve, to cluster closer to Steve to soak in all of Steveâ
âNow, this time, itâs this, this totally sincere thing, itâs this wholly honest, this absolutely genuine, like, timed in the rhythm of your heartbeat kinda thing Iâve never felt before and,â Steve rambles a little but itâs so earnest, so heartfelt where Eddie, or Robinâoften their ramblings are just tangled-up tangents but this, from Steve: this is intention atop intention, a mountain of certainties vying for dominance to get the first foot out his mouth and into the world to make itself known.
âMy love was always enough, but,â Eddie doesnât like the âbutâ on instinct, must scrunch his face or fail to catch a little whine for it because Steveâs hand in his ownâstill there, still thereâbut Steveâs still-there hand knows immediately to strokes Eddieâs knuckles, to soothe and to ground because Steve does love him in his way for as long as heâs willing, as long as he wants and itâs perfection, so far exceeding enough.
âBut this is different from that other love,â Steveâs speaking it low, like the sound waves at that pitch will sync with something elemental inside Eddieâs DNA, inside the cadence of his bloodâlike heâd want that for some reason, like he does want that, here and now:
âBecause itâs so much bigger, and stronger, and real in this whole new way,â and Steveâs lifting Eddieâs hand to his lips, doesnât have to look to know the way anymore, presses them dead center to the middle and oh, oh itâs everything, Eddie melts a little and his heartâs still pounding almost painfully but itâs singing a little, forever weak and willfully so for Steve, Steveâs touch, Steveâs loveâwhatever kind, for however long, this real and tangible thing Eddie can see and feel thatâs more than he never dared to conceive of, to think he could hold andâ
âI love you, Eds.â
And Eddieâs brain does him the courtesy of stopping before his heart does. Yâknow: undercuts the capacity to panic where your blood stops pumping and itâs all just white noise inside the whole of you. Because your brainâs already offline anyway.
Helpful little trick of timing, really.
âI thought maybe it was too soon, and I was waiting to say it until you were ready, maybe,â Steveâs looking at him with this potent swirling mixture of apprehension and hope but all of it bundled up in that patent resolve of his, the thing that slays the monsters and corrals the children and reached that first time cup Eddieâs jaw and draw him all the way in; âmaybe in case it ended up that you never were ready, but fuck,â and Steveâs breath huffs out of him like something pushes it, like somethingâs swelling up inside and squeezing on his organs, making the basic necessities of living a struggle and Eddie feels included to reach, to help and soothe but Steve might still look a little hesitant, but, butâ
More than anything, the hopeâs shining bright enough in the cracks to start winning out.
âFuck,â Steve exhales with maybe the last of whatâs left of his oxygen before he lifts his gaze and goddamn if those eyes are big enough, golden enough and swimming full enough to drown Eddie by default in something so much bigger than what he understand even the concept of love to be but it doesnât make sense, it doesnât make sense, Eddie isnât the dream, heâs not whatâs Steve waiting on, but Steveâs hands arenât just on his anymore, Steveâs hands are tangling with his hands and drawing Eddieâs up under his chin and Eddie can feel him breathing, thinks maybe he can feel his pulse against the skin but itâs hard to tell when Eddieâs own is such a riotous thing, andâ
âIf I was ever waiting for love, the real thing, the thing right here,â and he squeezes Eddieâs hands tighter, almost nonsensical; âright here,â and he kisses the pads of Eddieâs fingers and holds there close, long and warm like thereâs something magnetic there, something worth staying to savor before he leans, holds eddies hands in the bare space between them as his gaze meets Eddieâs and locks there: Eddie couldnât look away if he tries and then Steve breathesâ
âItâs you.â
And Eddie must have heard wrong, same as his lungs, which tighten up to stalling, to causing real goddamn pain behind his bounding heart now because thatâs not right, thatâs not rightâ
âUp and down, through and through, forever and,â and Steveâs breath catches, and his eyes fly to Eddieâs, wide not like he surprises himself but like heâs unsure of something, when Eddieâs unsure heâs not fucking dreaming, or maybe goddamn dead and this is his afterlife, his undeserved reward; âumm,â and Steve licks his lips, but never wavers from looking at Eddie like hes the center of the universe, and more than that: some universe Steve wants:
âAlways,â he breathes; âforever and always.â
Then he cups both of Eddieâs cheeks and and frames his face, cradles him like heâs dear beyond reason, like every word he said is law and love and light:
âItâs you.â
Eddie cannot fucking breathe.
âSo, yeah,â Steve huffs, breathless himself; âthatâs, umm,â and he pulls back a little, enough to run a shaky hand through his hair for nerves, and Eddieâs wants to stop him, wants to catch him and bring that hand to his lips but heâs frozen, heâs shaken, heâs stunned because heâs been so sure, heâd been so sure there was an expiration date but Steve had never spoken of one before, then here heâs said always and forever, over and again and both words, every time, were truths where Eddieâs knows Steveâs tells for anything lessâthese were truths but Eddieâd been sureâ
âGuess thatâs me pulling my heart out, too,â and Steve gestures between them, chest to chest and Eddie shudders, feels the motion move in his blood somehow: facts. Truths. This man, right here, being braveâhaving heard Eddieâs words he thought were confessions aimed elsewhere and not shying from them, put handing them back, offering his heart now and how, fucking, fucking howâ
âAnd you can do whatever with it,â Steve sounds sure of that too, almost resigned but mostly resolute; âbut Eddie?â
And then he smiles. Soft. Warm. With so much love.
âThatâs been true from the start.â
Thatâ
You can do whatever with it.
LikeâŚas if Eddieâs had that heart fromâ
âBecause it took like a second to know it was yours,â Steve spells it out plain, like he knows Eddie will struggle to take it it; he grabs Eddieâs hand and flattens it to his chest, lets him feel the frantic flutter as he exhales fierce:
âThat I was yours.â
And between the words, and the certitude; the passion and the pulsing heart under his palmâall of Eddieâs conviction that that this was slowly creeping toward and end, it justâŚitâs like he held it in that hand.
And the steadfast pump of Steveâs heart breaks it to dust, banished far to nothing.
Eddieâs breath comes back in an incredulous laugh thatâs no without tears.
âMine?â he breathes, hand still on Steveâs heart, eyes trained on Steveâs own, unblinking. Still so close to disbelief.
âYours,â Steve nods, covers his hand again and presses in. âAll of it. Long as you want it.â
âAlways,â Eddie answers almost before the last word fades; âalways,â and itâs in claiming forever on offer beyond all imagining that it starts to register, to bleed into him full as he chokes out: âI never could have,â then he shakes his head, stacks another hand to Steveâs chest, needs the grounding. The assurance.
And thenâ
âMine?â
Steveâs voice is small, but heâs leaning to Eddieâs pulse at his jaw, just the brush of his lips and Eddie shivers, but he turns a hand to drag Steveâs own to his heart, too, because good fucking godâ
âOh fuck,â Eddie breathes, arranges Steveâs fingers to every points around the beating so itâs complete, and fucking proprietary:
âOnly yours,â he vows, wholly and complete; âpast the day I goddamn die, Stevie,â and he means it, he means it: âonly ever been yours.â
And itâs true, and not only because Eddie didnât really understand love before loving Steve taught him. Itâs that, but then: somehow beyond the size of wordsâitâs also more.
And when Steve leans to kiss him full on the lips, nothing they havenât spent these last months doing every goddamn day, more chaste even than theyâve been for ages: it doesnât shift the plates of the planet, or the motions of the tides.
It shifts the way the solar system rotates, the way the universe expands.
Steve tastes like what it means to be alive.
And they stay that way, they lower onto the cushions of the sofa and hold so fucking close, kiss so fucking sure like promises and their celebrations, their renewals and their rebirthings all in one. They kiss until air becomes meaningless, until their lungs burn as much as their eyes, until kisses tears away is commonplace and then spent entire, the moment held close and ushered through as a softness, a commitment to come another unwavering, and then theyâre getting the, their breathing is calm and their bodies are pressed like they were made to mould into one perfect shape. They smile stupid at one another, the relief eclipsed in pure fucking joy, now, as Steve nips around Eddieâs face, down how next, to his collarbones: playful. As Eddie twists the soft strands of Steveâs hair and caresses beneath where they fall when he lets go, they start again.
âWhat kinda pie did you bring?â Eddie asks idly after minutes, probably not hoursâtheyâre still alone and yeah, Wayne knew what he was doing when he left but itâs his day off. And he does love Steveâs baking.
Gets to love Steveâs baking now forever, and Eddieâs not settled enough to resist burying the full width of his grin in Steveâs shoulder for it: another forever-privilege heâs still acclimating to the marvel of.
âApple,â Steve answers, stretching his neck back so Eddie can fit more fully, more close. âWayne just said pie, but, I know the deer got your tree,â which they definitely did, the cute little woodland-terrorists, Eddie bought them a salt lick and everything to try and sway their violence. No dice.
âWe should look at what it takes for a fence, man,â Steve muses before he reaches, grabs Eddieâs hand to pull it to his lips for a kiss so he can keep Eddieâs face burrowed safe in his neck but still love on him this way all the same as he adds with a knowing grin in his tone, tangible where Eddieâs hand lingers on his lips:
âPlus I know appleâs your favorite.â
And Eddie, he canât help it, itâs all so fucking much so he, he kinda has toâ
He giggles. He giggles, and he tucks himself a little lower, straight to Steveâs chest so tight and he wraps his arms around this man he gets to love, and love with everything, with no end in the cards at all, not ever: he laughs as Steve wraps his arms around him in kind without hesitation, fits around him with no intention of sifting anytime soon, because, becauseâŚ
An apple pie life. A picket fence love.
Eddieâs heart cartwheels in his chest and he pulls Steve closer, wills him to feel it too, to know what it holds.
All that it holds.
Steveâs arms find some magic way to hold him tighter in kind, like he wants his chest pressed into Eddieâs to share permanent real estate, to meld into one single beating-breathing symphony andâŚyeah.
Yeah: Steve fucking knows how far this goes, canât see the end either.
And he somehow wants that, relishes it, smiles so fucking blinding when the lift their heads again and kisses even fucking deeper right up until they hear the gravel rumble and the engine cut and itâs time to slice the goddamn pie, and brew another pot of coffee to go with it, and, andâŚ
And talk about how hard it might beâor how amazing, maybe, evenâto put up a fucking fence around an apple tree for the long haul.
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2K celebration: the party chronicles (m)
Author note: Iâve finally reached 2k followers đĽłđ to celebrate Iâm opening up with a new series to showcase some fun up and downs of a classic house party and ofc itâs a smut/suggestive series so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, nothing new, nothing too different, but definitely exciting. Thank you guys for being here just have fun. To my moots, my followers, my readers, youâve all made this journey fun and gave me a sense of fulfillment and I enjoy writing and interacting with you guys. Letâs go ahead and enjoy the series as chapters gradually come out!
Warning: smut, mature themes, various povs (gn!, fem!, and afab! depending on chapter), party au, characters all in drinking age (21+), mentions of alcohol, virginity, threesomes, car sex, + varying tags per chapter
Summary: Parties. You either hate them or you love and canât get enough of them. What fun can you expect from a house of young and reckless party goers with nothing to lose?
Chapter 1: Seungkwan and Jeonghan
Seungkwan likes Jeonghan's friend while Jeonghan is more than willing to be the perfect distraction to entertain Seungkwan's friend. Looks like they're switching besties for the night.
Chapter 2: Joshua
Josh's job is getting beers for the party but meets a cute convenience worker and sees if he can get a good bargain with a tempting offer.
Chapter 3: Seokmin
A party host's work is never done, even with seokmin's help, and trust me, he's helping a lot.
Chapter 4: Mingyu
Mingyu and his ex had be broken up for so long already and he was finally getting over them, but god be damned if you didnât look so hot tonight.
Chapter 5: Seungcheol
At the grown age you are, you were very much ready to lose this social construct that is your virginity, and who better to lose it to than the hottest guy at the party.
Chapter 6: Vernon and Chan
Nobody fucking like love triangles, especially you. So what was the perfect solution to that problem? You guessed it.
Chapter 7: Jihoon
Designated Driver? Jihoon is DD for the night but gets a little too distracted with a pair of DDs.
Chapter 8: Minghao
Winning a game of beer pong is no easy feat, so he insists he and his pong partner finds the nearest closet to celebrate. *JUST POSTED
Chapter 9: Junhui
Jun is late getting to the party for good reasons and not because heâs lost (which he totally is)
Chapter 10: Soonyoung
Soonyoung has liked you as long as he's known you. Hot bops, good vibes, and more than a couple of drinks lead to very a messy confession.
Chapter 11: Wonwoo
Wonwoo is home alone but the party next door is so loud, maybe he could have a good talk with one of the party hosts (he does have their number)
Started [Feb 3, 2023]
Ended [ongoing]
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Breathe Me In
Character: Smoker
Reader: Cis Fem
Word Count: 7.4k
CW: minor injury and first aid (not graphic but stitches are mentioned), explicit N.SFW content, breathplay, inappropriate use of devil fruit powers, hair pulling, rough sex, unprotected sex, breeding, creampie, mentions of hypothetical pregnancy
Summary: As a woman in the Marines, the path to Read Admiral has been rough, but Smoker's been there for you since the beginning.
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đđđđHAPPY BIRTHDAY @zoros-sheath !!!đđđđ Hope the 2.5 days of anticipation weren't too rough on you. Good job! You did it! You waited and here it is! Sweet n' spicy and served hot just for you! <3 I love you!
âDeep breath,â Smoker says, low voice unusually gentle.
You do as instructed, anticipation curling in your gut. On the exhale, he pours the disinfectant over the wound on your arm, and your breath turns into a hiss.
âI know,â he says. âSorry, kid.â
âWeâre the same age,â you say automatically, as you always do. Not that itâs ever stopped him, heâs been teasing you with that ever since he learned he was seven months older. âAnd you donât need to apologize.â
You can handle a little pain. As a Rear Admiral, this is far from your first rodeo, but you always stay mindful of how youâre appearing to your unit. None of them are in the tent at the moment, though, nor is Smoker one of yoursâranking a spot above you, the Vice Admiral led his own teamâbut habits were habits.
Both of your units had been assigned to the same mission, which was always a delight. You and Smoker had gone through basic training together and started out in the same unit, but didnât get to see each other as often once you'd both advanced to the higher ranks. You used to hate how he always seemed to be just a step ahead career-wise. You would advance to his level, share a few months to a year at the same rank, and then he would ultimately earn a promotion, leaving you with the dispiriting sense of being second-best. He had even been in charge of you at one point when he was made Captain of your unit. But despite that, youâd have never made it this far without him in the first place, his competence and strength a point of burning motivation for you.
âNot the same age,â Smoker mutters, the childish banter his attempt to distract you. âIâm thirty-six and a half.â
Since the beginning, there had always been a charged undercurrent to your rivalry. You felt it when you sparred, you felt it when you half-jeered, half encouraged each other during grueling physical fitness tests. You felt it when you ate together, and when you reached down to tap your shared bunk frame at lights-out. You felt it most when, every night, without fail, youâd hear a return tap. Each of you pushed the other to excel as you rose through the ranks, and became better soldiers, and eventually leaders, for it.
The life-and-death battles that came with experience only strengthened your bond. Having each othersâ backs in a fight brought a depth of trust that few other situations could, youâd foundâit seemed inevitable, then, when your relationship turned physical. Though neither of you were as interested in other people, you werenât exclusive: A near-death experience on your end made you question the wisdom of such an arrangement with both parties in such high-risk employment. And for years, that was fine with you, and youâd assumed it was fine with Smoker. You would get to see each other when work let your paths cross, and you both made a point to try to spend time together if your vacations overlapped. But at last yearâs Marine Ball, Smoker had asked you, flat-out in that direct manner of his, if you would be exclusive with him. You asked for some time to think it over, promising him an answer by the time you next met.
That time happened to be the start of the current mission, a few weeks ago. Smoker made a valiant attempt to hide his pleasure when you told him you accepted. He didnât smile in front of anyone else, nor did he treat you differently while they were watching, but it still slipped out in other ways. He went noticeably easier on his men, even holding his tongue rather than scolding Tashigi when she lost her glasses again. Watching his unit trying to figure out why their Vice Admiral seemed in such a good mood was a source of great entertainment for you.
Unfortunately for everyone, it didnât last. The mission ultimately led to a fight with the pirates youâd been hunting, and Smoker had been pissy ever since. In the heat of battle, he didnât notice an enemy taking aim at him. You did, managing to push him out of the way and getting grazed in the process. It wasnât serious, but you knew that stubborn chimney would hyperfocus on it for a while, replaying the situation in his head and trying to figure out what he could have done differently.
Smokerâs insistence on treating your wound himself, having gruffly dismissed both medics from the tent, was proof enough of that.Â
âSutures now,â he says.
You could usually tell what he was thinking because you thought the same way. Both of you were quick to blame yourselves, to shoulder the burden because you were strong enough to. His sense of duty and yours could clash at times; you shared that headstrong independence in common. And yet, at the end of the day, your decision to accept his offer had been an easy one.Â
More importantly than loving you, Smoker respected youâand youâd like to keep it that way. He was never a dick about gender like many in the Navy could be, but your conduct was always in the back of your head regardless. Not appearing weak was crucial to social survival in this line of work. And so, even though Smoker is safe, you do your best not to react when he starts to stitch. Despite your best efforts, you canât stop a twitch here, a contorting of your face there, and Smoker sighs through his nose, twin plumes of smoke puffing from his nostrils like a dragon.Â
âEven after all this time,â he grumbles. "You donât need to act tough in front of me. Youâre just like Tashigi⌠Or, I should say, Tashigi takes after you.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â The pain makes you respond a little more snappily than you normally would. You donât appreciate the implications of him naming the only women he spends time with, for one. For another, youâve informally adopted Tashigi and will hear no slander toward her, but Smoker surprises you with his response.
âYou put on a brave face,â he glances at you for a moment before returning his focus to your wound, âbecause you have to work twice as hard to gain half as much respect.â
That catches you off guard. As much as you love Smoker, and as sensible as he usually is, thatâs not something youâd expect to hear from a man, much less a military man. Neither had you ever felt it necessary to discuss that aspect of your life with him, so you ask, âwho told you that?â
âVice Admiral Tsuru.â
You blink. âWhat brought on that conversation?â
âIt was years ago, when we had our big fight,â Smoker briefly looks up as he recalls it. The continued disrespect of your male peers had reached a boiling point, and Smokerâs promotion ahead of you had brought out some hard feelings. âShe overheard us, apparently. I didnât ask, but she approached me with a âword of advice,â and told me her guess as to why you were upset. Said I ought to go easy on you.â
âShe did?â You didnât expect that, either. Tsuru had never once coddled you, nor had she treated you any differently from other soldiers. Like any other Vice Admiral, she demanded no less than excellence from the rank and file. To think she was looking out for you behind your back brings a small smile to your face, but Smoker only rolls his eyes.
âYeah. And years later, when Tashigi was assigned to meâTsuru didnât say anything, but she made eye contact with me the next time we met. Sustained eye contact.â
You laugh; he does not, silently tying off the sutures and starting to bandage your arm. You watch Smoker work. His expression doesnât change much, but you know him well enough to read the minute differences, the slight tensing of his brow and the way he bites down just a bit harder on his cigars.
âYouâre still mad.â
âWhy did you take the bullet?â He cuts right to the chase, pausing his work to give you a hard look.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes, too, as you hadnât taken anything, youâd only been grazed. The wound wasnât even that deep, whereas Smoker getting shot directly would have been a far worse injury to treat, assuming he survived it at all. âSmoker, that pirate was using Colors of Arms. It would have hurt you.â
âSo you let it hurt you instead.â His voice is carefully flat as he resumes bandaging, the way it is when heâs making an effort not to raise itâhe learned early on that you have zero tolerance for men shouting.Â
This conversation always happened after combat situations, to the point that it long since stopped being a bother. You know how to handle it now. Once it would have aggravated you, feeling like coddling, but youâd since come to learn that Smoker got irritable when anyone under his command was injured. Pretending like he would feel any less toward his partner was unfair to him, and a naive expectation in the first place. Not much raises his spirits in these situations aside from time, but you try to be lighthearted anyway.
âIn the interest of tactics,â you point out, âas the strongest one in our group, itâs more important that you stay uninjured.â
âScrew that. Youâre under me in rankââ
âBarelyââ you try to cut in.
ââitâs my job to keep you safe.â Smoker finishes wrapping your wound. Heâs delicate when he tucks the bandage in, but then peels off his rubber gloves and tosses them with far more force than necessary, the rubber snapping loudly against the waste bin.
You tsk. âDid you forget what they taught us as grunts, way back when? âKeep the Captain alive.â And you did keep me safe, didnât you? You subdued the pirate with the opening I gave you. I kept my Captain alive, you kept the rest of us safe. The system worked as it should.â
âThe system is a fucking joke,â he retorts with a bitterness you rarely hear from him. His hands ball into fists, and you know heâs thinking about Punk Hazard again, which means heâs thinking about Alabasta again, too.
You also know that his stewing in those memories will only make him feel worse, but thereâs another way to lift his mood that occasionally works, when heâs receptive to it.
â...Yeah? Is that what you keep telling yourself whenever youâre fooling around with your subordinate?â You say it just a touch vampishly, and his eyes are slightly narrowed when they meet yoursâhe knows what youâre doing. âYou should know better, Captain.â
Calling him âCaptain,â evoking the old days and the old power dynamic, is another dead giveaway as to what youâre offering. For a moment, he doesnât reply, and you think his moodâs too sour to reciprocate. Then he relaxes his fists and grunts.
âI donât tell myself anything when we're fooling around,â he says. âYou do plenty of that for me. Mainly donât stop and please.â
You smile, going to rest your hands on his, but he pulls away, shaking his head. âNo, donâtâdonât distract from what happened.â
âSmoker,â you sigh.
âItâs my mistake that got you hurt.â
âWill you please stop taking responsibility for my choices? I know what I can handle. Hell, you know what I can handle. You know I can take care of myself.â
âSo can I,â he argues.
âApparently not!â you snap. He scowls and turns his head, ashamed, but you grab his sleeve to make him look at you again. You are not going to coddle his ego, even if his intentions are ultimately loving. âPut yourself in my shoes for a damn second. How would you feel if you had the chance to protect me and didnât? You wanted to be committed to each other. That means I look out for you, too.â
Smoker stares at you, then at the ground, and then closes his eyes. You wait patiently as he takes a deep breath. When he lets it out, you can visibly see the tension easing in his shoulders, sense its waning with your Haki, dissipating with the smoke he exhales. Stepping before you once more, he rests his hands low on your hips and pulls you close without a word. Conveniently, with him having over a foot of height on you, you can embrace him without the threat of cigar smoke up in your face; you promptly take advantage of that to bury your face into his broad chest (another win for height difference.)
âYouâre right. Iâm sorry,â he says, and a warm feeling spreads in your chest at how easy it is for him to admit it, to defer to your judgment when rightfully earned. âI just hate seeing you injured.â
âBecause Iâm a woman?â
âBecause youâre my woman.â Smoker grabs your ass in emphasis, squeezing hard and pulling you flush against him. You canât help but bite your lip at the treatment, and he smirks down at you. âLike the sound of that?â
âI dunnoâŚâ
âYouâre blushing.â
âSo are you!â
That makes him pause, taking a moment to check the surroundings with his Haki, making sure no oneâs heading your way. You instinctively follow suit, sensing the various life energies of your combined units, all at their respective posts. Comfortably in the clear, you and Smoker focus back on each other.
âI know you're still frustrated, Smoker,â you say. âIf only there was some way to work it outâŚâ
âIâm getting the subtle impression you want me to take it out on you.â One hand leaves your rear to cup your jaw, thumb pressing lightly on your lower lip. You poke your tongue out to brush the calloused digit, making his eyes half-lid and his voice deepen. âAre you really such a slut that youâd fuck right after getting injured?â
âOnly for you, Captain,â you promise. Keeping eye contact, you lightly bite the tip of his thumb, earning the rare sound of his breath catching. âBesidesâŚwe both know it would have to be deeper than that to affect me.â
âHow deep we talkinâ?â Smokerâs hand slides from your jaw to cradle the back of your neck. You go to hook your arms around his neck, but raising your injured arm up above your head agitates your wound, torn muscles burning, and you canât stop yourself from sucking in a sharp breath at the sting.Â
Smoker clicks his tongue, large hands gently wrapping around your forearms and lowering them back to your sides. âYou need to rest.��
âNooo, no I donât. This is nothing,â you protest.
âYouâre in pain.â
âI like a little pain.â
âTrust me, Y/n,â he says, touching under your chin. âI am well acquainted with the kind of pain you like. This ainât it.âÂ
âYouâre literally not the boss of me.â
âAnd yet, so often, you beg me to be just that.â
Unamused, you tilt your head away so he isnât touching you, trying not to frown as your heart sinks. By now, you should be an expert at dealing with disappointment, but it never gets easier. God, but it feels like a physical thing sometimes, creeping and icy like a winter sea. âBy the time I heal enough, weâll have parted ways again.â
âI know.â Smoker takes your hands in his; a small consolation.
âI donât know when Iâll see you next.â You look at him, squeezing his hands.
âPretend itâs the old days,â Smoker suggests, âwhen you couldnât stand to even share a bunk with me.â
You smile at the memoryâit seems like a lifetime ago. âThat doesnât help. I wanted to fuck you back then, too.â
That finally makes him smile slightly, the corner of his lip curling. âThen youâll just have to wait,â he lets go of your hands to hold your face again, leaning in closer, âand I will take great satisfaction knowing youâre touching yourself in private, thinking about what Iâll do to you when I see you next.â
You wet your lips, pulse jumping at the thought. âWhy donât you give me a little preview? I mean, I did just save your life and allâŚâ
Smoker grins, taking out his cigars with one hand and stubbing them in the palm of the other. It doesnât hurt him given his Devil Fruit, but thereâs something about the entire process, from watching the cigars leave his lips to hearing the sizzle as theyâre put out, that just makes you wet. Maybe itâs a conditioned responseâheâll move his cigars out of the way to kiss you, but if he stubs them out, it means he intends on taking his time.
âFine, but donât complain when you get worked up for nothing.â
âIâll deal.â
âYou say that nowââ
You grab the collar of his jacket with your good hand, using your full strength to yank him down to your level. âWould you please shut up and kiss me?â
Smoker responds with equal force, grabbing you by the neck. Your resulting moan is cut off by his lips crashing into yours.
Finally. Itâs been months since youâve last tasted him, even longer since you had him. And while you always missed him when you were apart, it was noticeably worse ever since he asked you to be exclusive. Maybe it was the knowledge that he wanted you to himself, the desire you now knew burned for no one else.
You part your mouth, tracing his lips with your tongue before sucking and nibbling on them. Smoker matches your energy, following your lead and biting your lower lip. Just as you start getting into it, your tongues meet, and suddenly heâs pulling away.
âWhat?â you ask breathily. âWhat is it?â
âI changed my mind,â Smoker says.
âWhat?!â
âAny more and I wonât be able to stop myself.â
You stare at him in disbelief. âSeriously?â
âYep.â He at least has the decency to look sheepish, but you donât bother to hide your displeasure, even glaring slightly. âDonât give me that look.â
âYou know,â you cross your arms, wincing when it agitates your wound, ânow that weâre monogamous, itâs kind of your job to meet my needs.â
Smoker looks at you sharply in surprise, but you donât budge. Youâve dealt with misogynistic bullshit for so long, youâre allowed to weaponize it once in a while.
âYou are injured,â he points at you, âIâm not letting you guilt me.â
âIâm just saying, that wouldnât matter if we were slow and gentle about itââ
âWhen have we ever done slow and gentle?â
You raise a hand to retort, but then pause. Though you scramble for an example, no matter how much you think back, you realize itâs never really happened. Your meetings with Smoker were so few and far between that you two always ended up blowing off steam intensely. There was one time where your vacations overlapped and you spent a week at a rented cottage, and that was it. Slowly, you lower your hand. âOkay, you got me there.â
âAnd I promise Iâll get you there again,â Smoker says cheekily, ânext time.â
This time, you do roll your eyes.
âDid you just roll your eyes at me?â
âYeah, hereâs some more.â You roll your eyes three more times, just to push his buttons a little.
âYouâre going to get in trouble for that one day,â Smoker says, having long-since wisened up to your tactics. âThis is bait.â
âIt is, but you donât have to take it.â
âOnly one of us is going to be taking itââ
Both your senses go off, Haki alerting you to a soldier approaching the tentâTashigi. You pull away from each other, fixing your uniforms and putting on a strict air. The two of you have yet to be open about your relationship. Romance between soldiers wasnât necessarily forbidden, but it was less messy to keep things under wraps.
With the mission over, your units would be going on their separate ships the following morning. This will be the last you see him for who knows how long.
Right before Tashigi reaches the tent, Smoker takes your hand suddenly, pulling you into a hug. He buries his face into your neck, taking in your scent.
âIâll make it up to you,â he mutters, then lets you go.
When Tashigi walks into the tent, you and Smoker arenât standing as close, and Smokerâs re-lit his cigars.
Before you leave for the night, though, you tap on the exam table, a subtle farewell, and right before you leave the tent, you hear Smokerâs return tap.
Itâs been three months since the end of the mission with Smoker. Out of the blue, you receive orders to return to the nearest Marine outpost, three weeks away by sail. The message contains no further information.
Itâs not unusual to get such orders. Sometimes plans are too sensitive to be relayed even over a secure transponder snail channel. That doesnât stop it from being annoyingâyou hate going on long trips blindlyâbut such is the nature of the job.
In the back of your mind, you wonder if anyone else would be summoned to the outpost. It could be that only one unit is called in. Occasionally, multiple units are called at once. Thereâs a small chance that others have indeed been called, and an even smaller chance that Smokerâs unit could be among them. But you snuff out the thoughtâgetting excited only to be let down has happened too many times now, you know better than to get your hopes up. Itâs simply not worth the disappointment, so you forget about the possibility.
From the number of ships at the dock, you can gauge that your unit is, in fact, not the only one thatâs been called in, but youâre one of the first few to arrive. Whether others will come after is not your concern, so you disembark and head inside to be briefed on the reason youâre there in the first place.
Debriefings are boring. So is the down time in-between that and the following meetings, which are the most boring of all. Holding back a yawn is a monumental feat, but you manage, especially because Admiral Sakazuki is the one currently speaking. Heâd tear you a new asshole if he caught you displaying such blatant disrespect.
You donât care for Sakazuki at all. Heâs exactly the kind of man the top brass looks forârigid, humorless, and austere in his leadership. Heâs also short-tempered, rude, and, in general, a giant douchebag. So while you stay alert and attentive as he talks, you have no qualms thinking to yourself, shut up, shut up, shut upâŚ
Not curating your thoughts is a mistake. When Sakazuki mentions his annoyance at civilian interference with a mission, you arenât able to stop yourself from rolling your eyes in time, and he catches you.
The bellowing that follows is deafening, the admonishment humiliating. Sakazuki chews you out and spits you up, right there in front of everyone. Do it again and he wonât bother demoting you, he says, heâll just roast you alive and serve you to your unit.
The room is dead silent when he finishes. Youâve never felt smaller.
Sakazuki takes a deep hit of his cigar, wraps up the meeting, and dismisses everyone. When you turn around, you see that Smoker is at the back, having joined in lateâyou didnât even notice him with the Admiralâs presence bowling over everyone elseâs energy. Smoker meets your eye, his gaze carefully blank. You look away as you pass by him.
âY/nââ he starts to say.
You shake your head tersely, not willing to hear it. Smoker lets you leave.
Itâs only a few hours later, after youâve had some time to cool off, that he shows up again. Youâre in the temporary quarters youâve been assignedâat your rank, at least you have your own private roomâlaying in the bed when Smoker appears. A small stream of smoke comes from under the door and rises, gathering into a human shape. It wouldnât be the first time heâs visited you covertly in that way. The shape solidifies and reforms into the man you love, who crosses the room and sits next to you on the bed.
âDonât say âI told you so.â I know,â you mumble without looking at him, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Smoker just rests a hand on your knee and grunts.
Your zero tolerance for men shouting obviously canât apply to those ranking above you, something youâve had to accept as a fact of military life. Itâs part of what drove you in your career, maybe even the root of your ambition, the reason you dream of being fleet admiral. Sometimes you wonderâis it a powerful womanâs determination to succeed? Or a little girlâs desperate bid for control and security, so that no one could ever assert themselves over her again? Either way, you long to be at the top, so you would never have to sacrifice your principles for the sake of your career ever again.
âSmoker,â you say, still staring at the ceiling. âDo you think âadmiralâ and âadmirationâ come from the same word?â
Smoker is quiet for a moment. By now, he knows you so well he probably knows what youâre thinking.
âDunno, kid,â is his response.
âWeâre the same age.â
âNuh-uh.â
That makes you smile, and you sit up, crawling over and throwing your arms around Smoker. He hugs you back tightly.
âTry to control yourself next time, yeah?â he suggests, patting your back. âYou wonât do the world any good demoted.â
âIâm not in this for the world. You know that.â
âBullshit. You have the lowest rate of civilian losses of all commissioned officers.â
You pull away from him, blinking. âI do? Thatâsâwait, how do you know that?â
âI snuck into the records office last year.â Smoker caresses the back of your head. âDespite what you tell yourself, youâre a good person, a great soldier, and an amazing leader.â
Your chest swellsâwith love, with prideâbut you raise your chin. âYouâre just trying to make me feel better.â
âI am.â
You laugh. Part of what you loved about Smoker was his frankness. âI missed you so much.â
He removes his cigars from his mouth. âShow me.â
You hold his face in your hands and kiss him. Just like that, the anxiety of the day dissipates, like the smoke rising from his cigars, and fades away.Â
âThat proof enough?â you ask playfully.
âNo. Youâll need to do better than that, soldier.â
You reposition yourself, straddling his lap, and kiss him again passionately. His tongue swipes across your lips, but despite you parting them, he doesnât give you what you want just yet, pulling away and trailing his fingers down your neck just to watch you shudder.
âI always did like,â he begins, âhow a headstrong, driven gal like you would melt at just a touch.â
Youâre a Rear Admiral. An elite, powerful soldier, well-versed in the six powers, and a wielder of both types of Haki. You can take out whole crews on your own. Youâve worked hard to get to where you are now, you want nothing less than to be the best. You have to be nothing short of perfect if you want any recognition.
Itâs for that exact same reason why your interests in bed skew the way they do. Being strong all the time is exhausting. Relinquishing control is a release from that weight you carry. With Smoker, you can indulge in that with the complete trust that heâd never hurt youâitâs no wonder youâre weak for him in bed. So where you long to be at the top in your career, youâre quite happy, behind closed doors, to assume the opposite role.
Smoker stubs out his cigars in his palm. Just like before, the action has you pressing your legs together, heart picking up its rhythm. He turns to look for a trash can to throw them, you smack them out of his hand and onto the floor.
âDonât make me wait, Captain,â you say impatiently, practically crawling onto him. âNot one moment longer.â
âWatch it,â he warns, but heâs smirking.
Smoker picks you up, stands, and turns to the wall, pinning you against it with his body. Then he grabs your face in one large hand and roughly kisses you. You kiss him back hungrily. All the stress from the day, all the frustration from the weeks without him, you pour it all into him. In turn, he lets you know with his tongue and his teeth just how much youâve been missed. His thick thigh separates your legs while you make out, wedging snugly against your cunt. Back and forth, his thigh rubs into you, and back and forth, your tongues push and pull like waves against the other. Thereâs a bittersweet cigar flavor to him that youâve grown addicted to. It tastes like passion and need and home all at once, and you canât get enough.
Smoker sloppily kisses down your jaw, and you angle your head to make it easier for him, clutching onto his jacket. Itâs hard to be rational after so long without his touch, but youâre a disciplined officer before anything else.
âYou got condoms?â you ask breathily.
âI donât,â he answers between kisses. âDidnât think Iâd see you.â
You have a birth control implant in your upper arm, but always use a second form of contraception just to be safeâeven the implant has a minuscule rate of failure. But that percentage seems incredibly insignificant at the moment.
âThatâs okay,â you decide.
âIâll pull out.â
âYeahâmm!â
Smokerâs bitten down on the sensitive side of your neck. You clamp your thighs around his, gasping. You intended to touch him back, but as usual, once he starts sucking on your neck, you canât focus on much else, a little whimper rising from your throat.
It feels so good, little goosebumps prickling throughout your whole body. âSmoker,â you whine helplessly.
He growls in response, a deep sound that makes you twitch between the legs.
âSmoker, no marks,â you barely manage to remind him.
He breaks away. âI know.â
The loss of contact restores some mental perception. As much as he gets off on service, you want to make him feel good too. You rake your nails down his chest, and he shuts his eyes, growling again in approval. Then you lean forward and, standing on your tip-toes, bite his neck, near the base where he likes it.
âFuck,â he mumbles, digging his fingers into your hips. You canât mark him either, so you have to keep it light, but he doesnât seem to care. âThereâs my good girlâŚâ
You kiss and lick down his chest, digging your nails into his sides as you go. Smoker shudders as your tongue traces his abs, mouth warm on his skin. You keep going down further, but he stops you once your fingers reach the hem of his pants.
âI want to take care of you,â he murmurs, pulling you back up by the arm and pressing you back into the wall. He leans in, caging you with his bulk. âAnything you want.â
You bite your lip, his forcefulness bringing something to mind. âCan you do the thing?â
âMake you lightheaded?â
You nod fervently, and Smoker wastes no time in grabbing your neck.
âNo, I mean the other way.â
âOh.â
âYou can keep your hand there, though.â You grin up at him, and Smoker chuckles.
âThatâs my needy little soldier, need me to keep you still, hm?â he praises. âRemember the safe signal?â
The safe signal is tapping âSOSâ on the other in morse code. You do so on his arm as a confirmation.
âOkay. You ready?â
âYes, Sir.â
He leans in and kisses you, sealing your mouth with his own. You grip his wrist, tense in eager anticipation for what comes next.
Smoker transforms a part of his body internally, and, very slowly, wafts it into your throat. You breathe him in gradually, a single, deep breath bringing the smoke into your lungs. You had discovered this particular little activity by accident years ago, but quickly found out two things: First, his smoke doesnât make you cough, and second, the lack of oxygen makes your head swim in the best way.
The smoke in your chest is warm and comforting, even soothing. You breathe in through your mouth and out through your nose, where the smoke drifts back and reconnects to Smokerâs body. The first breath of him doesnât do anything, the second starts to bring on a slight airiness, by the third inhale youâre lightheaded and wetter than youâve ever been.
You grind on his thigh, eyes rolling back. The lightheadedness enhances the pleasure so much you'll cum soon if you keep it up. Smoker presses his thigh up into you further, making you moan, and you reach for his cock. Heâs already unbuttoned his pants for relief, as heâs ragingly hardâdoing this always gets him really worked up, too. Something about the trust, about being physically in contact with the most life-giving parts of you, about being inside you in a way no other person could be. He feels the pulse of life through your lungs, and it almost makes him as dizzy as heâs making you.
Smoker groans as you start massaging his cock, reflexively thrusting himself into your hand. Thanks to your Marine training, you can hold your breath longer than most, so you stay like that for a while, grinding on his thigh while stroking him and basking in the high, the bliss mounting quickly higher until it explodes. You cum hard against the solid bulk of his thigh, pulling your head back and gasping fresh air as your vision spots.
âThere you go, good girl,â Smoker praises, grabbing your hips and grinding you onto his thigh to draw out your orgasm. âTake deep breaths for me.â
You do as instructed, holding onto him and closing your eyes, slowly regaining oxygen as your clit throbs in the wake of everything. You take a few minutes to recover, Smoker peppering kisses all over your face in the meantime.
âAll clear,â you say, wrapping your arms around Smokerâs neck. âFit for duty and reporting for action.â
He leans in and kisses you, then kisses your jaw, making his way to your ear, where he growls, âhow do you want me?â
What a dumb questionâdo you ask a starving man which restaurant he wants to go to? âDonât care. Just have me.â
âSuit yourself. You got a change of clothes here?â
âYeah.â
Without further notice, Smoker grabs your shirt at the neckline and tears it off your body in one motion. He knows better than to do the same to your bra (after having yelled at him years ago that good ones arenât cheap,) letting you take it off yourself. Then he adjusts you so only your upper back is leaning against the wall, your hips perched on his own, with your legs wrapped around him for support. Now having some space behind your lower back, he grabs your wrists and pins them there.
âDonât complain about your choices later,â Smoker says, and kisses his way down your breast until heâs reached your nipple, which he takes into his mouth.
âNo, Sirâah!â you bite back your moan as he swirls his tongue, tugging helplessly against his hold on your wrists. âFuck!â
His tongue prods and licks your nipple, eyes fixed on your strained face, then he messily pops off and goes to your other one, sucking it hard.
âSmoker! Ah! PleaseâŚâ you moan. His attention to your chest is the worst kind of teasing, making your engorged clit ache to be touched. You try in vain to grind against him for some relief, but with your wrists pinned behind your back, you canât get any leverage. âPlease!â
Smoker detaches from your chest, leaving a rough bite to your breast before responding. âWhat did I say about complaining?â
âI changed my mind!â
âImagine that.â
He goes back to slurping and sucking on your tits, and you can do nothing about it but struggle against him, gasping and moaning as his teeth gently scrape your nipples.
âPlease, Sir!â you beg.
âYou said you didnât care.â
âI need it!â
He kisses your nipple sloppily, pausing to ask, âyou fantasize about it?â Then he sucks it into his mouth again, watching your expression as you struggle to respond.
âYes! IâfuckâI thought about you every night!â
âWhat did you imagine me doing to you?â
âWhat do you think?â you whine, losing composure.
âTell me.â
You could cry with frustration. He keeps teasing your chest while you try to form the words. âI thought about youâmanhandling me, pulling my hairâŚâ
âAnd?â
âAnd holding me down, and fucking me stupid!â you sobbed. âPlease, please!â
âPlease what, soldier?â
âPlease use me for yourself! I want to forget everything but your name!â
He smirks, finally satisfied. âYou sound damn good begging, you know that?â
Letting go of your wrists, Smoker tears your pants off of you as easily as he did your shirt, gripping the cloth so hard your underwear beneath is torn off with it. He hastily pushes his pants and boxers down, his massive cock springing rigid against his abs, smearing pre-cum on his skin. You practically salivate at the sight, but he tilts your chin back up to look at him, then kisses you, tongue in your mouth as he lines himself up with your heat.
âDeep breath,â Smoker says, low voice unusually gentle.
You do as instructed, anticipation curling in your gut. On the exhale, he thrusts all the way inside your heat, and your breath turns into a broken moan.
âI know,â he growls, kissing up your neck, âattagirl, taking it all.â
âOh my god,â you rest your head on his shoulder, overwhelmed by how good it feels. âOh, SmokerâŚâ
He pulls back his hips before rolling them into you, ripping a moan from you both. âFuck, youâre wet.â He thrusts again. âAnd warm. So warm.â
Smoker starts up a brisk, steady pace, most of your upper body supported by his arms, just your upper back resting on the wall. Itâs still not enough for him; he presses you back even further until youâre flat against the wall, thrusting up into you desperately. You grab onto his thick arms, fingers digging in, and hold on for the ride, eyes shutting tightly as he rapidly drags you back to another peak.
âSuch a loyal little soldier, taking care of their captainâŚâ he murmurs, and you cry out as you cum a second time. He moans at the feeling of your walls spasming around his cock, slowing down so he can kiss you.
Smoker pulls away from the wall, walking you toward the bed. Unable and unwilling to wait, you use the strength in your thighs to ride him standing, fucking yourself on his dick as he walks. The sensation makes him stagger and groan, cursing.
âSo desperate for my cock,â he growls into your ear, then picks you up off his length and tosses you, face-down, onto the bed. Before you can so much as turn your head, he smacks your ass hard, making you moan, then grabs your hair and pulls your head back to look at him.
âWell, Y/n?â he asks. âAm I meeting your needs now, you little slut?â He slaps your ass again, drawing another pathetic noise from you, then mounts you from behind, his broad torso covering your back.
Smoker teases the tip of his cock at your entrance, but you practically throw yourself back onto him. Growling, he grabs your hips and spears you on his length, grip bruising as he starts heavy, rough thrusts.
âYes!â you cry, finally getting what youâve craved all these months. âYes, yes, yes!â
âYou take it so well, Y/n, and youâre all mine.â Smoker lets go of your hip with one hand to instead curl his fingers into your hair at the base, pulling your head back so he can growl into your ear, âI love knowing that Iâm the only one who gets to fuck you.â
âCaptain!â you moan, bracing against his powerful hips. âDonât stop!â
He doesnât slow down for a moment, never changing pace, working you back up and up and up until youâre moaning with every thrust.
âGonna cum,â you whimper.
âMe too,â he pants. âFuck, itâs so good. Youâre so good.â
âFinish inside!â
âWhatâ?â
âPlease!â
He slows for just a moment in his surprise, but then gets back to his former pace. âAinât there a chance you could get pregnant?â
Now, you werenât interested in having children. The idea occasionally had some appeal, but you preferred your life as it was. And yet, for some reason, at Smokerâs words, you felt your clit throb and your cunt clench around his dick tightly, enough that he definitely noticed.
âYou want that?â Smoker says in disbelief.
âNo!â you cried, but it was too late, he pulled your head back again and spoke into your ear.
âAre you absolutely sure you donât want me to knock you up?â
You clenched down on him again involuntarily as you sobbed, âthatâs not it!â
But Smoker had found a new weak point of yours, and pounced on it fully. âIâm gonna fill you up. Gonna make you have my baby,â he growled, âthen youâll really be mine forever.â
The edges of Smokerâs form begin to wisp. Youâve heard of inexperienced Logia types losing control of their form when stressed, something fixed with training. At Smokerâs level, it only happened to him when he was about to cum really hard.
âOr is it,â Smoker pants, âyou just want to be full of my cum that badly? Youâd risk it just to have me claim you⌠Ohâoh, fuck!â
Your eyes rolled back as you both hit your peak at the same time, Smoker emptying hot and thick inside you, his groan coming from deep in his belly. The nerves of your cunt spark and snap and go off like fireworks, showering your whole body in bliss that radiates in waves. His head rests on yours, his lips finding the back of your neck, kisses now soft and chaste instead of rough and wet.
Smoker readjusts you to both lay down, not pulling out, just holding you to his chest. You close your eyes as both of you catch your breath, soaking in the closeness while you can. You take in everything you can of that moment: his scent, the sweat rolling down your bodies, his firm body against and inside you still, his arms holding you close. You try and imprint it into your brain, so you can hold onto the memory in the coming lonely months without him.
âI love you,â Smoker says softly.
âI love you too,â you murmur. Heâs quiet after that, but you can sense that thereâs something else he wants to say. âWhat is it?â
âHow would you feel about getting married someday?â
You blink, turning your head to look at him. The look in his eyes is the same as always: serious and forthright, though now beholding you, thereâs a gentleness in them as well. He pulls out and you turn around so youâre facing him.
âSerious?â you whisper.
âWell, you donât want kids. I gotta do something to make you mine.â
You smile. âSmoker, you donât have to do anything.â You take his face in your hands. âItâs always been you. Youâre the only one who gets me, and who makes an effort. Itâs always been you.â You lean in to kiss him. âI would love to get married someday.â
âGood,â he grunts, but thereâs a flush to his cheeks. Then he breaks into a rare, genuine smile of excitement. âReally?â
âFirst Iâm going to become an Admiral.â
âWhat about Fleet Admiral?â
âThat can come before or after.â
âOkay.â he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in close. âI donât doubt youâll make it.â
âI donât either,â you say.
Not as long as you have his support.
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