#I’ll be good fer ya- I can promise ya that;;

[iliektehhaxs]

Celebrating Thanksgiving

Description: You should’ve known that celebrating the holidays with Johnny would lead to this.

Tags: John “Soap” MacTavish/Reader, no use of y/n, AFAB pronouns/genitalia

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Authors note: yeah I wrote this in 45 minutes with no editing this stupid scottish man gives me life-threatening brainworms, sorry

Celebrating the holidays with Johnny is always a spectacle in the best kind of way. You never found yourself to be overly excited when the holidays came around, mostly just treating it like another day, but that all changed when a certain blue-eyed Scotsman came barreling into your life.

Suddenly you found yourself anticipating the days when it’s just you and Johnny enjoying each other’s company.

You could spend the rest of your life in this moment and never grow tired, from putting up early Christmas decorations to cooking dinner, the latter of which you were currently occupied with as Johnny set the table.

“Smells like heaven in there lovie!” He says from down the hall. Like clockwork you can feel him take up space behind you, watching you diligently as you prepare for dinner.

“I’m not letting you have a taste Johnny,” you reply, holding in a laugh when you feel him pout against your cheek. “Wait until I’m done, then you can eat as much as you want.”

You should know by now to be more careful with your words, especially when you know how insatiable Johnny can be. “Now hen, it feels like you aren’t talking about the food.”

“Johnny.”

His hands find their way to your hips, holding you gently as he kisses your neck. “Just saying, the turkey isn’t the only thing that has to get stuffed tonight.”

“Jesus Christ,” you laugh, turning around to witness his shit-eating grin. “I think that’s the worst joke you’ve ever told me.”

“Gimme a couple days, ‘m sure I’ll think of something worse.”

God awful joke aside, you’d be a liar if you said the idea wasn’t intriguing, and the way he’s looking at you is definitely not helping.

“I can see it in your eyes hen, come now,” he kisses at your face, once, twice, before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. “You’ve been at the stove all day, let’s take a break—promise I’ll make you feel good.”

That’s not a promise you’ve ever known Johnny to break, so when he drags you down to the nearest couch and sits between your legs, you happily let him.

Legs dangling on his shoulders, licking at his lips as he pulls your pants down and grins wide when he sees you exposed and waiting, not taking a second to hesitate before he’s face first into your pussy. Immediately it’s as if a weight has been taken off your shoulders, the stress of preparing for the holidays melting away and slowly being replaced by the pleasure that is Johnny’s greedy mouth against your sex. He laps at your cunt like it’s his job, moving against you until his face turns red and his chin is soaked in your juices.

“Christ, didn’t even need to prep you huh?” He mutters between kisses. “Like she’s made for me, huh bonnie?”

His eyes flutter shut when you tug his face closer, nose deep as he eats you out. Johnny treats your pussy like it’s royalty, talks you through your orgasm when your legs close tight around his head and goes right back to devouring you the second your legs stop shaking.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got ya—she’s begging me for it you know, she’s just waiting for me to put my mouth back on ‘er—“

He puts his thumb right on your clit, watches as your pussy twitches with each rub, mesmerized at the view. “See bonnie? She wants me so badly, she’s gaggin’ fer it, needy little cunt she is.”

You’re so dazed that you can barely register his belt being undone to free his aching cock, thrusting against the cushions with barely any care to his own pleasure so long as his mouth is filled with your taste. You nearly cry from how long he keeps you like this, whimpering for a break that he doesn’t give you.

You beg, heels digging into his back as tears build up in your eyes. You can only take so much pleasure before your first reaction is to pull away, an idea Johnny doesn’t entertain before he pulls you back down and holds you firm.

“Oh no hen, don’t run now, not when your pussy’s practically calling my name—she needs me y’know? Don’t try to take her away from me.“ he rambles before diving back in to explore your pussy. The way he talks to you, or your pussy rather, it’s like an addiction he can’t quit.

He spits into your wetness, spreading the mess with his tongue before going back to whispering praise between your legs with a reverence unheard of. “She’s so wet fer me, so fucking delicious—I bet she can take another one, yeah? Yeah, I think she can—“

As he wrings another orgasm from you, you question whether or not the two of you will even make it to the dining table this thanksgiving.

#john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x you #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish smut #cod smut #soap x reader #I’m 1000% certain I could actually write this better but do I want to? #no #robo writes #also this is for that thanksgiving challenge thing so YAY

[allzelemonz]

Scaring Fish: Sean MacGuire X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader is referred to as ‘boyfriend’ and ‘man’. Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: M/References to sex Warnings: Sean never shuts up, mentions of sex, play fighting, idiots in love, fishing Summary: You and Sean go fishing, but he really never shuts up so you have to get him to focus.

It has been almost an hour since you left camp to fish with Sean. It has also been roughly an hour since you’ve had a moment of silence. As much as you love Sean, he’s scaring the fish and Pearson needs the supply. The man never shuts up. Usually you love it, but a big part of fishing is the implication of quiet and Sean hasn’t let it rest for a second. He has been rambling about nothing in particular. The most you’ve caught is the occasional mention of Dutch, Bill, or Arthur. He also hasn’t caught a single fish, he’s just been standing there holding the pole.

So when he looks away you take the opportunity to push him into the water. He stumbles just far enough so he lands in water that at least gets his hair wet as his hat floats next to him. You bring your line in as you laugh, careful not to snag the soaking wet Irishman.

“What the hell was that for?” He yells.

“You wouldn’t shut up.”

“I was tellin’ ya a story!” Sean says. “Were ya not listenin’? Here, I’ll start over again.”

Sean tries to stand up and you kick water at him, making him fall back into the shallow water.

“You’re missing the point.”

“Oh, my apologies fer wantin’ to tell my boyfriend a story.” Sean says, holding his hands up in defense. “I thought ya loved my stories.”

“Not when they scare the fish.”

“We’ve only been out here fer a few minutes, ya gotta give it time, love!”

“We’ve been here for an hour and we’ve caught nothing.”

“It hasn't been an hour!” Sean says, standing up again. “No way it’s been an hour.”

“It has, Sean. Not a single fish.”

Sean hums and puts his hands on his hips, thinking. “Well maybe we should try a different approach, love.”

“One where you don’t talk for a few minutes?”

“Nah, nah, I was thinkin’ of a more hands on approach.”

It takes you a second, but once Sean starts towards you it’s very clear that he’s going to try and pull you into the water with him. You step back, but Sean is faster. He grabs your arm and uses all his strength to pull you back with him as you both fall into the water.

Sean laughs as you get the water off of your face. “Shouldn’t a’ started something’ ya can’t finish, big man!”

You throw yourself at him, pushing him back underwater. He pops back up with a grin as he moves his hair from his face. You can’t stop the smile from spreading on your face as he tries to get the water out of his eyes. You move forward and push some stubborn wet hair from his face before pressing a light kiss to his lips. He doesn’t hesitate, pulling you back before you can back too far away. He puts his arms loosely around your shoulders as you cup his cheek. The kiss is soft, only interrupted by Sean chuckling.

“Who’s scarin’ the fish now?”

“You’re still making all the noise.”

“I can’t help it!” Sean mumbles, pressing his forehead to yours. “Yer too good a kisser.” He presses a short kiss to your lips. “Ya know what ya do to me, big man.”

You smile, running a hand through his soaking hair to rest on the back of his neck and pull him back in for a kiss. He leans into you, unable to keep himself from giggling on occasion.

“We should get back to camp.” You say, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Before Charles comes looking for us.”

Sean groans. “Ya know, I think that cabin over the hill there’s empty. We could-”

“We get a few fish and go back.” You say, pressing a kiss to his other cheek. “Unless you want Pearson to make that snake stew again.”

“Fine, fine.” Sean says. “Hate that stuff. It’s like he made it for torture.”

“Come on then. Be quiet and focus on the fish and I’ll take you to the hotel tomorrow.”

“Oh.” Sean grins. “That a promise, big man?”

You press a long kiss to his lips, moving your hand to his hip below the water. “Five fish.”

“Five?” Sean knits his eyebrows. “How’s about three?”

“If you catch ten, I won’t tell Dutch about that job where you fell off your horse and let the stagecoach get away.”

“That’s not fair.”

You push him back into the water and step away before he can grab you again. “Incentive, Sean.”

He catches his pole and hat from the water and settles back in the shallow water. He’s surprisingly quiet aside from the occasional mumble. You focus on your own fishing, calling it good after half an hour. When you turn back to Sean he has at least twelve fish in his bag.

He notices your staring and smirks. “If I get ta fifteen then ya gotta pay fer one a’ those fancy baths too.”

“Deal.” You smile. “You have five minutes before I leave without you.”

Sean pulls another one in. “That’s thirteen, love. Better get ready to scrub all a’ this dirty water off.”

You sit down beside him as he casts out again. You’ve never seen him so focused. Despite wanting to give him the reward for his hard work, you lean in and press a kiss to his neck. You’ll take him into town any time he asks anyway. Sean stays focused as you leave a trail of kisses on his neck. Your hand runs through his hair, earning a shiver from him.

“That ain’t fair, love.”

“Two fish, Sean.” You smile against his skin.

He stiffens, trying to fight off the tingling sensations and he catches his next fish in a few minutes. You back off a little, letting him work. He’ll brag endlessly and the whole camp will probably hear about it, but making Sean happy is one of your favorite pastimes.

“This is it, love.” Sean grins as he feels the tug on his line. “Better be ready ta pay up.”

He reels in the last fish, standing up in a hurry to cheer and yell in victory. You stand from your spot and watch him jump around, still not taking the fish off of his hook. Then he drops it and pulls you in for a kiss, hands cupping your face.

“We’re gonna have a long night in that hotel, big man.” He says, pressing another short kiss to your lips. “A real long night.”

You smile as he walks back to his pole and takes the fish off. A smug look on his face as he places it in his bag with the rest.

“Sean?”

He looks up, grin still solidly planted on his face, “Surprised, are ya?”

You shake your head. “How about we drop the fish off and go into town tonight.”

“Oh, you got it, love.” He says, packing his things faster. “You’ll have no objections from me.”

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x male reader #x reader #x male reader #sean macguire #sean macguire x reader #sean macguire x male reader

[thelastspeecher]

Weird Little Critter - Chapter 1: Discovery

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 AO3

It's been a hot minute since I posted, well, any sort of writing, and even longer since I've cross-posted onto AO3. But @elishevart and I have been working on an AU together and I'm so excited to finally share it with y'all! I hope you enjoy it!

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Summary: Ford finds out the hard way that it's difficult to study magical creatures when you yourself are one. But luckily, an old acquaintance is more than happy to help him with his difficult task.

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              Ford picked up the phone.

              “This is Stanford Pines.”

              “Hi, Stanford!” said a voice he vaguely recognized but couldn’t quite place.  “This is Angie McGucket!”

              “Oh, um…”  Ford frowned thoughtfully.  “Fiddleford’s younger sister, right?”

              “Got it in one!” Angie said cheerfully.  Ford recalled meeting his college roommate’s younger sister a few times.  Fiddleford was exceedingly proud of her and Ford found her to be a charming, intelligent young woman, though not without the quirks common to her family.  “So, uh, yer prob’ly wonderin’ why the younger sister of yer college roommate is callin’ ya.”

              “The question did cross my mind, yes.”

              “Well…”  Angie cleared her throat.  “I don’t know if ya ‘member this, but I’m a herpetologist.”

              “Herpetology is the study of amphibians and reptiles, correct?”

              “Got it in one again.  I try to keep in the loop of amphibious news, since amphibians are my specific specialty.  I’ve heard a bit ‘bout some folks spottin’ a weird little critter what looks like an abnormally large axolotl in Gravity Falls, Oregon.  Fidds told me that yer based in Gravity Falls, and also that yer interested in strange, cryptic critters.”

              “Are you referring to cryptids?”

              “…Yes, but I don’t want to use that word,” Angie mumbled.  Ford smiled.

              “It is quite all right.  I know many biologists are doubtful of the existence of cryptids.  So, were you asking my professional opinion?  Whether I’ve seen it?”

              “I wouldn’t mind the answers to those questions, but no, I was actually wonderin’ if I could visit ya fer a bit.  Just so’s I’ve got time to look into it m’self, y’know?”

              “Ah, I see…”

              “If yer not comfortable with that, it’s totally fine!” Angie said quickly.  “I wouldn’t want to impose!  Fidds was actually the one to suggest I reach out to ya.”

              “I assumed he had some hand in this, particularly given that I don’t recall sharing my phone number with you.”

              “Yep, Fidds gave me yer number.”

              “Honestly, Angie, I- I wouldn’t mind the company.”  Ford wasn’t just trying to avoid offending her.  He had only rare interactions with the townsfolk, particularly as of late.

              I can’t remember the last time I spoke to someone in person.  I spoke with Mom on the phone last week, I think?  He absent-mindedly scratched his perpetually itchy red skin.  I haven’t felt comfortable seeing someone since…

              “It’s a yes, then?” Angie asked timidly.  Ford forced a smile, hoping it would show in his voice.

              “Yes.  Most certainly.  I would be more than happy to house you whilst you look into this amphibious cryptid.”

              “Oh, wow, thank you, Stanford!” Angie gushed.  “I promise I won’t be a laze about freeloader.  I’ll help with chores.  I can even cook ya some good homestyle meals.”

              “That sounds excellent.”  It did.  Ford fondly remembered visiting Fiddleford’s family and the incredible spread they laid out for each meal.  Just thinking of some of the casseroles he’d been served was making his mouth water.  “Let me know when you have an idea of when you plan to visit.  I will get things ready.”

              “Thank you, thank you!  Yes, I’ll call ya back once I know!  Thank you!”  Ford couldn’t help but chuckle at Angie’s enthusiasm.

              “It’s no problem.  I look forward to your visit.”

              “So do I!  All right, I’ve got- I’ve got to make some plans ‘n arrangements.  I’ll be in touch!”

              “Goodbye.”

              “Bye!” Angie chirped.  She hung up.  Ford hung up the receiver.  Part of him was already regretting that he agreed to the visit.  He knew it wasn’t wise to have a guest over while he was still coming to terms with his condition.  But his isolation was beginning to take its toll on him.  He craved human interaction on a level he never had before.

              She’s likely to be an ideal guest anyways.  From what I remember, she’s very polite and proper, so she won’t snoop.  There’s no chance she’d notice anything amiss about me.  Reassured, Ford took a look at his surroundings.  He grimaced.  I’ll need to start cleaning now if I want this place to be livable by the time she gets here.

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              Angie arrived on a rare day free of clouds.  She stood on the front doorstep, beaming, the sun shining behind her.  Ford couldn’t help but smile as well.  Banjolina, or Angie (as she preferred to be called) McGucket had the same cheekbones, large nose, slender frame, and bright blue eyes as her older brother Fiddleford.  However, while Fiddleford was tall, Angie was much shorter than average, standing at barely five feet.  Her hair, cut in a short bob, was also caramel-colored, in contrast to Fiddleford’s sandy blond locks.  She wore a yellow shirt underneath denim overalls, clearly ready to explore the woods as soon as she had dropped off her things.

              “It is very nice to see you again,” Ford said.

              “It’s a right delight to see you, too!” Angie chirped.  She bounced on the balls of her feet.  “Mind if I come in?”

              “Of course.”  Ford stood to the side, allowing Angie to come in.  She walked into the house.  As she examined the living room, she smiled.

              “I get the feelin’ ya might have cleaned fer me.”  She looked over her shoulder at Ford.  “Fidds told me yer half of the room in college was always a heckuva mess.”  Ford closed the door.

              “I may have yet to host any visitors in my home, but my mother raised me right.  I know to clean before guests arrive,” he replied.  Angie chuckled.  “Would you like me to show you to your room?  Once you’ve settled in, we can discuss the reason for your visit.”

              “That would be lovely,” Angie chirped.

              “Follow me, then.”  Ford headed up to the attic, where he had set up the air mattress his mom insisted he have for visitors.  “Make yourself at home.  I will be in the living room.”  Angie gave him a thumbs up.  Ford went back downstairs to wait for her.  He sat at the card table in the corner of the living room.  It was still scattered with various books, despite his attempts to tidy.

              This feels weird already.  But I need to keep an open mind.  After all, Angie is here to look into a cryptid of some sort.  I should encourage other scientists to look into the paranormal and supernatural as a valid field of study.  Also, Fiddleford would be most disappointed if I behaved coldly towards or turned away his sister.  Lost in his thoughts, Ford didn’t realize Angie had returned until she gently poked him.  He startled.  Angie grinned at him and sat in the other chair at the table.

              “Sorry fer spookin’ ya like that.  I recognized that look on yer face, though.  It’s the same one Fidds gets when he’s caught up in makin’ robots ‘n whatnot.”  Ford silently noted with amusement that Angie pronounced the word “robot” the same way Fiddleford did: row-bit.  “When Fidds gets like that, ain’t nothin’ that can distract him ‘cept physical contact.”

              “It is quite all right,” Ford said.  He managed a small but probably awkward smile.  “Now, would you mind sharing with me details about the specific creature that brought you here?  I might be able to help you in your search.  Perhaps I could even join you.”

              “Oh, I would greatly appreciate if ya came with me on the hikes!” Angie said.  “I don’t know m’ way ‘round here.  And I can get lost easy even back home!  I’d be liable to get lost fer months if I went wanderin’ in the woods here.”  Ford’s smile became more genuine at her fervent tone.

              “Then I am more than happy to show you around.”  He cleared his throat.  “So, the creature you’re looking for?”

              “Right!  So’s, like I said on the phone, there have been some reports of sightings of a creature what resembles an axolotl, Ambystoma mexicanum.  But this critter ain’t the size axolotls usually are.  It’s ‘bout the size of a dog, apparently.  Not a big one, but not a small one, neither.”

              “That is not a very specific measurement.”

              “All the sightings have taken place at night.”

              “All of them?”

              “Yessir.  And strangely, all have been ‘round the time of the full moon,” Angie said slowly.  Ford raised an eyebrow.

              “The full moon, you say.”

              “Yep.”

              “I hope you don’t immediately dismiss this suggestion, but could your creature perhaps be akin to a werewolf?” Ford asked.  Angie leaned back, a thoughtful expression on her face.

              “I won’t completely close my mind to that possibility,” she said after a moment.  “I know there are magical things in this world.  After all, Pa raised us all to believe in the Fair Folk.”

              “The Fair Folk?”

              “The Good Folk.  The Wee Folk.  Fae.  Fairies.  The McGuckets have called ‘em the Fair Folk fer centuries, long ‘fore my ancestors came here from Ireland.  They passed down tales of their own encounters with the Fair Folk.”

              “Really?!” Ford asked eagerly.  His fingers were itching to grab his journal and a pen.

              I would love to hear these familial tales of interactions with magical beings.  They would be of more interest than the typical folktales that can be found in books.  Angie nodded.

              “Oh, yeah.  In Ireland, the Fair Folk interact with humans reg’lar, so’s that sort of story ain’t unheard of.”  Angie cocked her head with a small smile.  “Though they sometimes interact with humans here, too.  I’ve seen ‘em.”

              “You have?”

              “Yep.  Saw the Dullahan on Samhain when I was a girl.  Came home from trick or treatin’ a bit late and barely got ‘cross the salt circle ‘round the house in time to avoid it seein’ me.”  Angie shuddered.  “Ya don’t want to encounter the Fair Folk without bein’ in complete control of the sit’ation in general.  But an Unseelie death portent?  That’s a recipe fer trouble.”

              “The…Dullahan?”

              “Sorry, you’ll prob’ly know ‘im as the Headless Horseman.  Pa told us the Irish terms fer dif’rent Fair Folk, so’s I instinctively use ‘em over the English ones.”

              “I would love to hear the full story sometime.”

              “Sure!”  Angie shook her head.  “Sorry fer goin’ off on a tangent there.  All that were just to let ya know I ain’t opposed to the critter bein’ magically influenced in some way.  Though I won’t go into this assumin’ that’s the case.  Ya have to have an open mind both ways, y’know?”

              “I personally disagree, but I respect your opinion.”

              “Good.  Respect is important,” Angie said with a nod.

              “So, the creature is showing up during the full moon?”

              “The three or so days the moon is full, yes.”

              “It’s seen three nights in a row during the full moon?” Ford asked.  Angie nodded.  “That does seem to point to a were-creature of some sort.”

              “Well if it is, it ain’t any were-creature from folklore I know of.  I can’t think of any were-axolotls.”

              “Can you share anything else about it?”

              “From what folks say, it seems to be seen near bodies of water.  Which makes sense, given that amphibians such as axolotls need to keep their skin damp.”  Ford felt a sudden sense of dread building in his gut.

              No.  It couldn’t be.

              “Folks also say the critter seems rather disoriented, like it don’t know where it is or can’t see its surroundin’s well.  It also seems to struggle with movement to some extent, which makes me worry it’s hurt in some way.  Physical injury or perhaps a neurological issue.”  Angie shrugged.  “Of course, these are all observations from folks at night, some of ‘em slightly to significantly inebriated.  So who knows how accurate any of it is.”

              “I see,” Ford murmured.

              Maybe it’s a mere coincidence?  One can only hope.  Ford clasped his hands and placed them on the table.  His smile was once again forced.

              “If you’d like, we can go for an exploratory hike in the woods now.”

              “That would be great!  I-”  Angie’s eyes landed on Ford’s hands.  Her brow furrowed.  His blood running cold, Ford quickly moved to hide his hands, but Angie grabbed them before he could.  “What on Earth is goin’ on here?”

              “I’m sure Fiddleford informed you I am a poly-” Ford mumbled.

              “No, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout that!  How many fingers ya got ain’t my business,” Angie scoffed.  She gestured to the reddened, irritated skin on Ford’s hands.  “This is what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!  How’d yer hands get in this state?  My hands didn’t look half that bad when I was in microbiology labs, wearin’ gloves ‘n washin’ m’ hands a million times.”

              “Ah, my, uh, my skin has just been rather sensitive as of late.”

              “Maybe ya need to change up what lotion ‘n body wash ya use.”

              “I don’t use lotion.”

              “There’s part of yer problem, then.”  Angie gently released her hold on Ford’s hands.  “I can help ya out with findin’ what products work fer ya, if you’d like.”

              “Thank you, but I’m managing just fine on my own,” Ford said.  Angie gave Ford an incredulous look he recognized.  It was the same one Fiddleford gave him when he pulled a particularly risky all-nighter in college.  “You don’t believe me.”  It wasn’t a question, but Angie answered like it was.

              “No, I don’t.”  Angie sighed.  “But at the end of the day, yer an adult.  If ya want to ruin yer skin, so be it.”  She got up from her chair.  “Let’s get goin’.  The woods wait fer no one.”

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              Ford sunk down lower in the filled bathtub.  Angie was now washing her hands.  Hopefully, she would be leaving the bathroom without noticing him.  It was the first full moon since Angie had come to visit, so Ford had locked the bathroom door before the moon rose.  But to his surprise, Angie had broken down the door in the middle of the night to use the bathroom.

              I didn’t know she was that strong.  Maybe the door needed repairs?  The hinges have been rather wobbly as of late.  Angie dried her hands on the towel.  She looked over at the tub.

              “G’night, weird little critter,” she said.  Her voice was thick with sleep.  She turned around and left the bathroom, stumbling slightly and bumping into the doorjamb.  Ford let out a sigh of relief.

              Even if she remembers seeing me in the morning, she was clearly half-asleep.  She’ll probably assume it was a dream.  Suddenly, Angie rushed back into the bathroom, now much more awake.  She gaped at Ford.

              “It- yer the weird little critter I’ve been lookin’ for!” she gasped.  Ford winced.  Angie frowned.  “But why are ya in the tub?”  She shook her head.  “Oh, listen to me, talkin’ like you’ll talk right back.”

              She thinks I’m a regular animal.  Oh, dear.  Ford knew from experience how eager Angie was to pick up amphibians she found.  I don’t wish to be manhandled and cooed over.  He sighed softly.

              “I can talk,” he said.  He blinked in surprise.  He had never spoken in this form before, so he wasn’t aware of how high-pitched his voice was.  Angie’s jaw dropped.

              “You can talk?!” she shrieked in delight.  She got closer to the tub, looking at Ford intently.  As she approached, Ford could finally make out the pattern on the oversized T-shirt that, along with her athletic shorts, formed her pajamas.  The shirt she wore tonight was apparently from her alma mater, West Coast Tech.  “Stanford’s told me there’s some weird critters ‘round here what can talk, but I ain’t seen ‘em yet.”  She got on her knees and reached out a hand cautiously.  Ford recoiled.  Angie pulled her hand back.  “Say, what kind of critter are ya, exactly?”

              “I’m…not sure.”

              “Oh, does yer species not have a name fer yourselves?” Angie asked eagerly.  Her eyes roamed across Ford, taking in the features that, thanks to Ford’s poor vision, were blurry to him.  “I’ll be.  You got twelve lil fingers!”  Ford remained silent.  “That’s right fascinatin’, that is.  I mean, sure, the earliest amphibians like Acanthostega and Ichthyostega were polydactyls by today’s standards.  But havin’ more ‘n five digits on each extremity went away once us tetrapods adapted to land more properly.”

              “Really?” Ford asked, curious despite himself.  Angie beamed.

              “Yep!”

              “Why did I not know that?”

              “I reckon ‘cause yer a critter, not a college graduate.”  Angie perked up.  “Oh!  Speakin’ of college graduates, I better go find Stanford!  He’ll be thrilled that I managed to find ya!”  Before Ford could say anything, she jumped up and raced out of the bathroom.  Ford looked at the door, wondering if he might be able to make a break for it before she got back.

              But I can’t move very fast like this.  And I need a body of water to keep my skin moist in this form.  Other than the bathtub, there isn’t anything nearby.  I really should see about Dan Corduroy installing a pond in the backyard.  After a few minutes, Angie returned.

              “Couldn’t find him,” she said with a shrug.  “Maybe he sleepwalks?  I used to do that.  My folks would find me in weird locations in the mornin’.”  She glanced over at the door, which was leaning against the wall after she broke it down.  “Huh?  Why is- oh.  Right.”  Angie grimaced.  “I took down the door since it was locked fer some reason.”  She paused.  A few long moments passed.  Angie looked at Ford.  “Now, how on Earth could a tiny lil thing like you lock the bathroom door behind ya?”  Ford remained silent.  Angie walked up to the tub and kneeled in front of Ford.  “Don’t make fun of me if I’m wrong, okay?”  She sat back on her heels.  “…Stanford?”  It was Ford’s turn to gape.

              “How did you know?” he squeaked in his annoyingly adorable voice.

              “A lot of lil things buildin’ up more ‘n one big thing, really.  Small things I could dismiss on their own, but when taken together, paint a picture.”  Angie began to count things off on her fingers.  “Yer polydactyly even in this form, yer engagement on a rather niche topic of biology, the fact you yourself brought up the possibility the strange critter I was lookin’ fer was akin to a werewolf, yer human shape currently missin’, and the whole locked door thing.  You went in the bathroom and locked the door ‘fore I went to bed.  When I woke up, the door was still locked, and yet human Stanford weren’t in here.  A strange amphibious critter were.”

              “You have excellent deductive reasoning,” Ford mumbled.

              “It’s difficult to get a PhD without that.”

              “Fair enough.”

              “So, yer the critter I’ve been lookin’ fer,” Angie said.  Ford nodded.  Angie adjusted herself so she was sitting cross-legged, rather than on her heels.  “Why didn’t ya tell me that?”

              “To be quite frank, I was unaware of it until after you told me the details of what townsfolk had seen,” Ford confessed.  Angie cocked her head curiously.  “I can’t wear my glasses in this shape, but my eyesight is no better than when I am a human.  Arguably, it is worse.”

              “That makes sense.  Ya look a lot like an axolotl, and axolotls tend to have poor eyesight.  Their native habitat is the bottom of a lake, after all.”

              “Ah.  I was unaware of this.”  Ford cleared his throat.  “To continue answering your question, by the time I realized the creature you were looking for was me, I felt rather…embarrassed.”

              “Embarrassed?  Stanford, this is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen!”

              “You’re very kind.”

              “I’m also no liar, so don’t think I’m just tryin’ to spare yer feelin’s or some such nonsense.”  Angie furrowed her brow.  “Now, how did ya end up like this?”

              “Honestly, I’m not sure,” Ford said.

              “To be a were-critter, that would suggest ya got bitten by a were-axolotl.  But amphibians can’t really break the skin with a bite,” Angie murmured.  She looked closely at Ford.  “And on a basic inspection, ya don’t seem to have the kind of teeth that would draw blood.  Maybe ya got bitten by a were-axolotl when it weren’t in axolotl form?”

              “Perhaps.”

              “Were ya bitten or scratched by a wild animal shortly ‘fore ya first transformed?”

              “Oh, yes.  Multiple times,” Ford said.  “I am frequently bitten and scratched during my research.”

              “Oh, Lord,” Angie groaned.  She sighed heavily.  “Please tell me you’ve gotten a rabies vaccine.  No judgement on needin’ one.  Many of my relatives have needed the rabies shot.”

              “Of course I’ve been vaccinated against rabies,” Ford scoffed.  Angie nodded, visibly relieved.  “Did you think I wouldn’t be?”

              “Fidds mentioned ya can be a bit absent-minded.”

              “Funny, because he’s told me the same thing about you.”

              “Great minds, then,” Angie said smoothly.  Ford couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him.  Angie smiled.  “It’s fer the best that I broke down the door ‘n caught ya in this state, I think.  After all, who better to help ya figure out how yer amphibious form works but someone who specializes in ‘em?”

              “I don’t need-” Ford started instinctively.  He paused.

              Angie’s not offering her assistance out of pity.  She’s offering it out of scientific curiosity.  And honestly, what kind of scientist would I be to turn down expert help?

              “That sounds like a good plan,” Ford said after a moment.  Angie’s smile broadened.  “Tomorrow morning, we can discuss my own observations over breakfast.”

              “Lovely.  And I’ll start thinkin’ ‘bout what ya should be switchin’ yer personal care products to.  It might be dif’cult to find some of ‘em in this tiny town, but I’m sure we could find ‘em in Eugene.”

              “What are you referring to?” Ford asked.

              “I noticed the state yer skin is in the day I arrived.  Now I know why it looks so poor.  Since becomin’ part amphibian, yer skin must have become more sensitive to fragrances ‘n harsh chemicals!  Luckily, it should resolve pretty quick once ya get some good soaps.”

              “There’s no need to change the kind of soap I use,” Ford said quickly.  Angie rolled her eyes and stood up.

              “I apologize, Stanford, but I won’t take no fer an answer.  I refuse to let ya ruin yer skin out of stubbornness when there’s an easy solution.”  She headed for the now doorless doorway, pausing before she fully stepped out of the bathroom.  “I’ll fix the door in the mornin’.  Prob’ly best if we both get some sleep.  Tomorrow ‘ll be a full day.”

              “Yes.”  Ford cleared his throat.  “…Thank you.”

              “Yer quite welcome,” Angie said cheerfully.  “Sleep well, Stanford.”

              “You as well,” Ford replied.  Angie walked away.  Ford curled up in the filled bathtub and closed his eyes, a sense of relief washing over him.

              Finally…I might be able to find some answers.

#Gravity Falls #Gravity Falls AU #Axolotl Ford AU #Stanford Pines #Angie McGucket #fanfiction #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

[frenchfrywrites]

Potty Training Puppy Boy

MINORS DNI

Warnings: top dom gn amab reader, sub bottom mammon, pet play, piss, little dumbification

Today is a lazy day you decided as the sun crept into your room and made you feel languid and sleepy. Mammon– who typically likes to be up and about on the weekend, creating exciting situations (be they good or bad)– has been whining and bitching ever since you told him you were going to spend all day in bed.

“C’mon who are ya, Belphie?! Aren’t ya gonna get bored? Let’s go out shopping or somethin', I’ll drive ya around and this time I promise I won’t speed or make those super awesome sharp turns that fer whatever reason make ya sick,” he grumbles, tugging on your arm. You tug your arm back under the blankets, 

“Thanks Mammon, but I’m going to be here all day, whether you like it or not.” Mammon pouts, jutting his lip out, “oh no, that’s not going to work today baby. You can join me if you’d like, but you better change into comfy clothes and be ready to chill,” you sigh, closing your eyes. 

You hear Mammon grumble a bit, then shuffle around, and then you hear him take off his clothes. When you feel your covers rise you peek an eye open and there he is– clearly a little grumpy– in just his boxers, ready to cuddle. You give him a satisfied smile that makes his cheeks heat, and he hides his face in your chest.

“This better not be boring,” he huffs, wrapping his arms around your waist. You hold him tight,

“I can’t imagine how cuddling the great Mammon could ever be boring,” you hum. He doesn’t answer, just nuzzles further into you.

The two of you cuddle for hours. You fall in and out of sleep, talk about meaningless things, scroll through devilgram, or watch videos together, and occasionally Mammon pulls you in to kiss him until you’re both breathless. That’s of course what led to the heavy petting going on right now. 

Mammon is squirming and writhing under your touch, his hands fumbling at your hard cock, moaning into your mouth. You have one hand groping him over his boxers while the other holds onto his neck. 

All of a sudden Mammon pulls away from you and goes completely rigid. Then a high keen leaves him as you feel your hand get wet. It happens suddenly, but honestly you expected it. He inches closer to you once again, wrapping his arms around you as he grinds himself into your hand while he pisses in your bed, biting his lip and scrunching his eyes closed. 

When he finally finishes you squeeze his cock hard. Mammon yelps, tightening his hold on you and shooting open his eyes.

“Naughty pup,” you mumble, “got so horny you didn’t notice how badly you had to go, huh?” you stroke him over his drenched boxers. Mammon nods his head, breathing heavily. “Yeah I thought this might happen,” he lets out a confused whine at that making you huff out a laugh, “babe you hadn’t gone in hours of course you were due for the bathroom,” you point out obviously. “You’re just an excited puppy and couldn’t think about so many things at once, huh?” Mammon again nods, his hips jerking. 

You help him peel off his boxers, then hold them to his mouth, “open up,” you barely have the words out before Mammon is doing as he’s told. He accepts the makeshift gag easily, moaning at the taste of his own piss. 

With him gagged you bring your hand back down to touch his cock. “I don’t know if I should even touch you right now,” worry works its way across Mammon’s face, “you were naughty,” you point out again. He whines loud enough to pass through the gag, and Mammon’s puppy eyes are lethal at this point. “Aw don’t worry sweet boy,” you just can’t help but give in to him, “you’re just a dumb puppy isn’t that right? You didn’t know any better,” Mammon nods, his eyes fluttering shut as you start to stroke him slowly. 

“Yeah, just a dumb sweet little puppy,” you pull down his foreskin to rub his sensitive wet tip. “Maybe,” you start, catching his attention, “I ought to potty train you.” Mammon lets out something between a groan and a whimper. You’d bet that if he didn’t have the gag in the way he’d be begging for you to do that.

“Think you need that pup?” you sound a bit breathless, getting worked up from your own words. Mammon nods, jerking his hips into your touch. “Need your master to get you a puppy pad so you don’t have accidents in the bed?” Mammon- despite it being entirely incomprehensible to you- babbles from behind his gag.

"Yeah, then you'll be a good boy for me won't you?" He cums from being called a good boy, his hands grasping at you, arching into your touch. His dick twitches and his hips jerk as you stroke him through it. 

Once he's done you carefully remove the sopping wet boxers from his mouth. 

"Please let me suck ya off," are the first words out of his mouth.

And how could you deny him?

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Days pass after your lazy day (which ended with Mammon giving you head like it was the only thing he knew how to do, and then the both of you cleaning up the bed plus yourselves) and you mostly forget about what was said. 

Of course it all comes rushing back to you when Mammon walks into your room (unannounced of course) with a pee pad.

“Mams?” The demon in question unceremoniously flops the pad onto the ground and turns to you with a grin. 

“Before ya ask any questions or whatever, I just got it cause it seemed like you forgot,” he tells you, making his way to where you are.

“Yeah I mean,” he plops down in your lap, “I thought maybe we’d discuss it a bit more?” Mammon furrows his brows,

“Oh uh… okay,” he shifts his weight, “um ya wanna see me piss on this puppy pad?” he asks bluntly while gesturing to it, making you snort out a laugh.

“Yeah, I mean- fuck,” you hold his hips tight, “that’d be so hot.” Mammon grins wildly, kissing you happily.

“Good, cause I wanna do that too,” he says as he pulls away. He kisses you again whispering “‘n I want ya t’fuck me on it too, please” against your lips. You can’t hold back the groan that pulls from you. 

“Yeah Mammon-” he interrupts you with another kiss, “puppy- let’s do that,” you were only a little busy with work for RAD when he dropped in, and that can certainly wait in favor of this.

Mammon pecks your lips once more then practically flies from your lap, undressing himself, and rushing to your closet to grab his collar, ears, and some lube. You remove your clothes and meet him on the puppy pad. He attaches his collar and ears by himself, and you notice he’s already hard by the time he has those on. 

He hands you the lube and drops to the floor, getting on his hands and knees, arching his back just enough to show off his ass to you. You take a second to look Mammon over- he already looks so good- then drop to your knees so you can begin prepping him. 

You run a hand over his ass first, spanking it to hear him let out a quick yelp. 

“Sorry puppy, I couldn’t resist,” you tell him, popping open the bottle of lube. Mammon grumbles something unintelligible, and because you’re feeling generous you don’t make him speak up. 

Once your fingers are thoroughly lubed up you rub them over his hole, feeling it twitch at your touch. Your cock throbs as you push in two fingers. Mammon lets out a low groan, pushing his hips back into your hand. 

“Do you have to pee right now?” you ask, massaging his insides then scissoring your fingers to stretch his hole for you. Mammon keens, and then

“Yeah,” he answers shakily. You groan softly,

“You’ve been holding it for me?” imagining him downing drink after drink and squirming because of how excited he is and how badly he has to go comes easily. You add another finger, eager to fuck him.

“Yeah” he answers again, tightening around your fingers. 

“Good boy,” you murmur, feeling as though he’s properly stretched you slide your fingers out. Mammon whines, his hole fluttering around nothing at the loss. You stroke yourself with the excess lube from your fingers first, then coat yourself thoroughly. 

After stationing your hands on his hips you lean over to kiss his shoulders and back as you slide into him. Mammon lets out a choked moan of your name, bowing his head. 

“Master,” he groans, grinding his hips back against yours as he tries to get more of you inside of him. “I gotta- ah I gotta go bad,” you curse at his confession, thrusting all the way in. 

“Is it because you can feel me pressing against here?” you ask, one of your hands going around to rub his bladder. Mammon wails, tightening like a vice around you, his legs shaking.

“Yes, oh fuck, master I have t’pee,” he whines pathetically, his voice cracking at the strain on his bladder. You fuck him slow and deep, despite how badly you want to pound him into the pad (that’ll come later). 

“Go ahead puppy, this is where you’re supposed to go,” you remind him. Mammon lets out some strangled sound, his breathing labored and heavy. He lets out little whines until he finally lets go with a moan. 

Most of it soaks into the pad, but your hand- that was pressing his bladder- gets covered with piss. You rub his bladder gently, fucking him through it.

"Feel good puppy?" He nods, his dog ears flopping around. "Mmm, you love when master fucks the piss out of you," Mammon's legs shake as he nods again and whines. 

When his stream dies down your hand that’s been rubbing his belly- and is covered in his piss- takes hold of his cock, “I can’t hold back,” is all the warning he gets from you; your hips snap forward throwing Mammon off his balance. He falls forward so his face rests on the pad with a moan, as you pound into him. The sound of the excessive amount of lube you used squelches alongside the slapping of your balls and hips against his skin with each heavy thrust.

“Ugh puppy you’re so hot, pissing all over- fuck- all over my hand and the pad,” you praise, tightening your hold on his hip with the hand that isn’t stroking him off. Mammon babbles something unintelligible. 

You reposition, hoisting him up with his collar so you can kiss him as your thrusts pick up. He tries to continue babbling and whining as you suck on his tongue, then his lips. You’re not sure if what you’re doing is even considered kissing with how sloppy it is. 

Eventually you decipher the word “cum” from Mammon's frenzied nonsense. You pull away from him, causing him to whine, 

“Gonna cum pup?” you ask, angling your hips to which he gasps and tightens around you, “that’s okay, ungh, cum for me puppy.” 

“Master,” he moans wantonly.

“Yeah, fuck Mammon- puppy- cum for your master,” you’re close too, and him falling apart under you, cumming where he pissed just moments ago, will pull you over you just know it. 

You press your fingernail against his tip– a dirty trick because he always loses it when you do that- and Mammon cums with a shout. You, as expected, cum with a few sloppy thrusts; you stroke and fuck him through your near simultanious orgasms.

When you’re done you stay inside until Mammon’s breathing evens out.

“My knees hurt,” he eventually says weakly. With a soft coo you pull out (Mammon groans) and turn him over, avoiding the wet spot on the puppy pad. 

“At least cleaning up will be easy this time,” you point out, rubbing his sore knees. Mammon huffs out a laugh, 

“Yeah totally, all ya gotta do is toss it in the wash,” he reaches down to coat his fingers in the cum seeping from his hole, “I’ll be a little harder to clean,” he teases, wiping some of your cum on your arm, then sucking off the rest. 

“Luckily you have me to take care of you, huh?” you wink, moving lower to hint at what you’re insinuating. Mammon flushes, 

“Y-yeah, thanks,” he responds weakly, spreading his legs so you can get to work on cleaning him up.

#this is a bday present for myself #spice #obey me #mammon #p/iss #cw pet play #cw dumbification

[solidaritytek]

Feel The Attraction

Hello! I am here again with some more Bandit Tango and Sheriff Jimmy! This time inspired by a video I saw on here!

Link to AO3~

Warnings for: Drinking, Slight grinding

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As Tango approached the saloon, he could hear the sounds of people partying and celebrating inside. He always loved coming to Tumble Town just to hang out in the saloon for a few hours; it was nice to get away from everything for a while and just relax with a drink or five.

As he pushed the door open and stepped through, a few people glared at him. They could tell him to fuck off for all he cared; what they thought about him didn’t matter.

He approached the bar and took a seat, smiling when the bartender scowled at him.

“I thought I told you not to come back here.” The man snapped.

Tango shrugged. “Did you? I don’t recall that happening.”

“I ain’t lookin’ for trouble. Get out.”

“Aw, c’mon. I’m just here for a drink, man.” Tango pouted. “Ya ain’t gonna kick out a payin’ customer, are ya?”

“Don’t make me call the Sheriff.” The bartender threatened. 

Tango couldn’t stop the smirk that spread across his face. “Oh no. Whatever will I do? Not the Sheriff. Anybody but the Sheriff.” He was playing up the fake whining, and he knew the bartender could tell.

“That’s it, buddy. I warned ya.” The man walked off, presumably to make good on his threat. Tango snickered and turned around to look around the saloon. Most of the other patrons were gathered around the tables, conversing with each other. A small group was in the corner, dancing to a cheesy song he’d heard a dozen times before. 

Just as he debated on joining in, the door opened and the Sheriff walked in. 

Tango smirked as the man approached him with a scowl.

“Why are ya botherin’ my citizens, Tango?” Jimmy asked, not bothering to beat around the bush.

Placing a hand on his chest in mock offence, Tango scoffed. “Why, Sheriff, I would never do such a thing! I was simply hopin’ to enjoy a cold beverage after a long day.”

“Right, of course.” Jimmy sighed. “That’s why yer banned from this establishment. Because all ya ever do is drink and cause trouble.”

“I have never caused trouble a day in my life, Sheriff.”

“Now see, why don’t I believe that?”

“Not my fault ya don’t trust me.”

Jimmy rolled his eyes. “Honestly, Tango. Can’t ya at least follow one rule?”

Tango smirked. “No can do, Sheriff, sir. It’d ruin my entire reputation.”

“You have a reputation?” Jimmy asked, smirking at the look on Tango’s face.

“Now that’s just rude.” He huffed, crossing his arms and pouting.

Jimmy laughed and shook his head. “Seriously, though. Yer not supposed to be here.”

“Aw, can’t ya make an exception fer lil’ ol’ me? I won’t cause any trouble, promise.” Tango smiled sweetly and batted his eyelashes at him.

Sighing, Jimmy nodded. “Fine. But if you do anything inappropriate, I’ll kick ya out myself. ” Tango nodded in agreement and quickly turned around to flag down the bartender.

As the man came over, the scowl was back on his face. He looked between the smirking Tango and Jimmy with a raised eyebrow, sighing when Jimmy gave him a nod.

“What can I get ya?” He asked through gritted teeth, clearly annoyed that his plan didn’t work.

“Whiskey, if ya don’t mind.” The bartender rolled his eyes and quickly made the drink, placing it on the bar before Tango. “Thanks!” He smiled as the man walked away to serve another customer. Taking a sip of the drink, Tango turned to look at Jimmy, seeing that he’d taken a seat next to him. “Don’t ya have anything better to do than hang out here?”

“Not really. Finished my paperwork hours ago. Figured I may as well stay and have a drink too.”

“Consider it my treat. After all, I’m the reason yer here.” Jimmy rolled his eyes but nodded as Tango flagged down the bartender again, asking for Jimmy’s regular order.

They sat in silence for a moment, both occasionally taking sips of their drinks. Tango’s eyes once again strayed to the corner of the room where the same group of people was still dancing. Humming, he smirked as an idea hit him.

Placing his glass back down, he hopped off the chair and held out a hand to Jimmy. “May I have this dance, Sheriff?”

Jimmy raised an eyebrow at the question. “Really?”

“Course!” Tango laughed. “Wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t serious. Don’t tell me yer scared of a little dancing?”

Jimmy scoffed. “Course not!” Placing his glass down, he stood up and grabbed Tango’s hand, pulling him towards the dance floor. “It’s just been a while since I’ve danced with another person.”

“Well,” Tango began, “I’m sure I can help with that.” He laced their fingers together and pulled Jimmy close, smiling up at him. “Just follow my lead, Sheriff.” 

Jimmy nodded, offering a small smile of his own as the song changed to one more upbeat. He gently raised the arm holding Tango’s hand and spun him around, laughing at the surprised look on his face. But Tango was quick to catch on and easily fell into the rhythm. 

He couldn’t help but laugh as Jimmy spun him away, only to pull him right back in. Clearly, he’d misjudged the man.

They continued dancing, Jimmy occasionally spinning Tango or dipping him, but always there to catch or hold him up. Tango could feel his face heating up the longer they danced together. He wasn’t sure if it was the whiskey hitting him or if it was simply Jimmy. Either way, he wasn’t going to complain.

The next time Jimmy pulled him close, Tango stole his hat and placed it on his own head with a smirk before rolling his hips against him. Jimmy’s face immediately bloomed a bright red, and he was quick to spin Tango away from him again. 

Tango’s laughter bounced off the walls as he pulled Jimmy back to him. “What’s the matter, Sheriff? Can’t handle someone flirtin’ with ya?”

Jimmy averted his gaze, trying his best to ignore the burning on his cheeks. “I can handle it just fine, thank you. Ya just caught me off-guard. Also, we’re in public, Tango.”

“Yea, and?” 

“Alright, that’s it.” Jimmy huffed, pulling Tango towards the door. “I warned you, Tango. Anything inappropriate, and you’re out.”

Tango pouted but allowed himself to be led outside. “Oh c’mon, Jim. I was just havin’ some fun with ya!”

“It doesn’t matter! If I don’t stick to my word, nobody will respect me.”

Huffing, Tango leaned in close. “You deserve more than these people will ever give you, you know that, right?” Jimmy looked away, remaining quiet. “Nobody here cares as much as you do, and it kills me to see you fighting for their respect every single day.”

“Tango-”

“No, I’m not done. That asshole in there only threatened to call you because he knew it would work on me. If I were literally anybody else, he would have just dealt with them himself. I’m the only person in this goddamn town who cares about you. And you deserve more than that.”

“Are you done now?”

“No, but if you’d like to say something, go ahead.” 

Jimmy let out a chuckle, turning back to face him. “Thank you, honestly. I think I needed to hear that. But I can’t just abandon this place. It’s my home.”

“I wasn’t suggesting that. I just think you should know your worth.”

“Well then, thank you again. I appreciate it.”

“If you ever need someone to knock some sense into you, I’ll be here. Well, not exactly here, but ya know what I mean.”

Jimmy rolled his eyes. “I do, yes.”

“Now,” Tango wrapped his arms around Jimmy’s neck and pulled him down slightly. “Shall we continue where we left off before you rudely interrupted me?”

Immediately, Jimmy’s cheeks burned bright red and he sputtered. “I-I… Uh… I guess? If you really want to?”

“Oh, it’s not up to me, Sheriff. This is all up to you.” He gently rolled their hips together again with a smirk. Jimmy bit his lip and nodded quickly. “Good, let’s go then!” Pulling away, Tango grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the station. 

#team rancher #tangotek #solidaritygaming #suggestive #lavi tries to write

[sl-newsie]

Chapter Twenty Five: Christmas: Part 1 (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

I groan as I stare blankly out tha frosted window. “It ain’t snowed yet!”

“Careful what ya wish for, Becs.” Blink warns.

“Yeah! You’s wish for snow and we’s all get ta sell papes in a blizzard!” Race complains.

“Ah, c’mon fellas! Just ‘cause you’s don’t like tha cold don’t mean ya can deny tha magic a snowfall brings dur’n Christmas!”

I’d celebrated Christmas with tha newsies for five years, and every year we’d had snow for Christmas. But it’s December 22nd, and still no snow.

“She’s right, guys.” Crutchy backs me up. “It’s Christmas- show a little happiness!”

“Yeah, perk up!” Mush joins in. “David and Less’re comm’n over to celebrate tomorrow.”

I grin. “That’s right. But right now, I godda head out.” I turn to leave-

“Where?” Race asks suspiciously.

“Ta see Spot. And to get a few things.” I say softly.

“Aw Becca, not this again,” Jack sighs.

“Ya don’t need to get us noth’n,” Crutchy says sadly.

“I never said I was. Now I really godda go,” I say again before I grab my jacket and rush out into tha cold. It ain’t snow’n, but it sure is cold! As I carefully avoid patches of ice, I notice tha wadda is frozen under tha Brooklyn bridge. When I get to tha lodg’n house, Mink opens tha door to let me in. A warm, welcom’n air brushes my face, and I’m immediately crowded by all tha young newsies.

“Hiya Becs!” Tommy says gleefully.

“Hey, it’s Becca!” Danny comes ova, along with anodda guy who looks almost just like him. “This here’s Vinny, my twin brodda.”

Vinny holds out his hand, and we spit-shake. “Nice to meet ya!”

“You as well,” I say.

“Well if it ain’t tha sing’n angel herself.”

At this, I turn around and come face-to-face with-

“Hi Spot,” I respond nicely. 

He smirks. “Come to sing carols for us?”

“Haha. I actually came here to ask if ya wanted me, um…” I trail off, uncomfortable. I’d wanted to ask if Spot wanted me to come visit for Christmas, but I don’t wanna intrude.

“If we’s wanted ya here for tha holidays?” Bucky finishes fer me.

“Um… yes?”

“‘Course we do, Beauty!” Spot lifts me up by my waist. “You’s part of tha family! When were ya plan’n on com’n?”

My eyes widen. “Oh! Uh, I dunno. Whevever’s good for you? I mean, David’s come’n tomorrow, and I’s gonna be with tha fellas on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I was plan’n on come’n over Christmas Eve night, and back here again Christmas even’n. Is that okay?”

“That’s poifect!”

“Um, ok. Do I need to bring anyth’n?”

“Only yourself. That’s enough,” Bucky says sincerely.

“Yeah, yourself! But… If it ain’t too much to ask, could ya make more of that stew again?” Danny asks, and tha kids look up at me hopefully.

I smile wide. “Yes, I most certainly will!”

I head back to tha lodg’n house with the assurance that Spot will be by later for a visit. On my way back, I stop by and pick up some candy canes and oranges for tha guys, wooden blocks for tha kids, a red hair ribbon for Sarah, and a harmonica for Jack. I also come across a small tree abandoned in an alley- most likely too small for the owner’s taste. I’d never gotten a tree for tha lodg’n house, but I think this year’s special.

I hide tha gifts behind Kloppman’s desk, but not before hand’n him my gift to him- a new ink pen. He gives his thanks and promises to keep my hide’n spot safe.

Upstairs, tha fellas are play’n cards.

“You’s ain’t tired yet?” I ask.

“It’s almost Christmas, Becca! We’s can’t enjoy it sleep’n, can we?” Boots comments.

“We still godda sell papes, though.” I respond.

“Forget it!” Snipeshooter says. “Folks ain’t been out much ‘cause of tha cold, so it’s been a slow business week. We’s already paid our dues for tha lodg’n, so it ain’t so bad.” 

“Now quit your worry’n and come over here!” Race beckons for me. 

“You’s gamle’n again?” I ask suspiciously.

“Yeah. And?” Race appears unfazed.

I sigh. “Never mind. I’ll pitch in a few cents.”

“Atta goil!”

Tha next day I tidy up tha bunkroom while we wait for David and Les. When they get here, all tha younger newsies go off to play with Les while I see David whisper someth’n to Jack. Jack’s eyes suddenly light up, and he sprints oudda tha room.

I walk over to David. “What’s that all about?”

David shrugs. “Sarah said to send Jack over. I didn’t ask why- I’d rather not know.”

“I hear ya. Ever since Jack’s been see’n her, Sarah’s all he ever talks about! But it’s good to see him so happy.”

David nods. “I can relate. Sarah’s been extremely happy too. Oh! I almost forgot! I brought you my copy of ‘A Christmas Carol’ you asked for.” David reaches into his bag and produces a worn book with a red cover. “It’s a little fragile, but readable.”

I smile as I gingerly hold tha book. “It’s poifect! Tha little ones are gonna luv hear’n this!”

“Luv hear’n what?” Snipeshooter asks.

“‘A Christmas Carol,’ by Charles Dickens.”

“What’s that?” Crutchy asks.

“A song book?” Skittery guesses.

I gape. “You’s never read ‘A Christmas Carol?’”

“I have!” Specs says proudly. “It’s been a while, but I remember I really liked tha story.”

“Will ya read it to us, Becca?” Crutchy asks shyly.

“Didn’t ya hear, Crutch? It’s a kids book!” Race says in a disgusted tone.

“Oh no, Race. It’s not just a children’s book,” David assures.

“Yeah! It’s a book that explains tha true mean’n of Christmas,” Specs inputs.

“Like what? Be’n nice and all that?” Race says, unimpressed.

I frown. “I think you especially need to hear this, so sit tight and pay attention. I’ll go get the oddas-”

“More prove’n my point that it’s a kid’s book!” Race calls as I head downstairs.

I just shake my head and put on a big smile when I see tha young newsies.

Joey, Dusty, Kenny, and Skippy are all sit’n near tha window, while Henry and Matthew whisper and giggle at each odda. I also see… a goil? Must be a newcomer.

“Hey fellas, who’s this?” I smile at tha little blonde goil, who’s wear’n a torn flannel dress, woolen stockings, and a gray hat. She smiles a little but I can tell she’s scared.

“That’s Mittens. She don’t talk much.” Dusty seems to be tha only one interested.

“‘Mittens?’ Why’s her name Mittens?”

“‘Cause she had a good pair of mittens,” Kenny says smugly.

I frown. “Then where are they?”

“In my pocket.”

Immediately, I stride over and snatch a pair of blue, woolen mittens oudda tha crook’s jacket.

“Hey-!”

“Dusty, ya don’t go around swipe’n odda people’s stuff! What were ya think’n? She’s a newcomer- so I want all-a you’s to make her feel welcome!” I lower my angry voice and switch to a gentle tone as I kneel in front of tha goil. “Hi. My name’s Becca. What’s yours?”

She shrugs.

“When did she get here?” I ask Matthew.

He blinks. “A few days ago.”

“And no one told me? How do ya know she don’t have a family look’n for her? She could be a runaway!” I look back at ‘Mittens’. “Do you know where your modda is?”

She nods.

“Where is she?”

Mittens slowly point up at tha sky, and it takes me a bit to realize what she’s say’n.

“Oh. Um- what about your fadda?”

She points up again.

“Oh. I’m so sorry. My modda’s dead too. Lots of us here don’t got any folks. Do you have any odda family?”

She shakes her head.

“I see. I’m so sorry Mittens- ugh. We needs ta find you a proper name. Do ya like be’n called Mittens?”

She shrugs.

“Hm. Well, how ‘bout that be your nickname, and you’s real name can be…” I think real hard. “Oh! How ‘bout ‘Angel’? Like a Christmas angel?”

Immediately, tha goil’s eyes light up and she nods eagerly.

I chuckle. “Well, all right then! Angel… uh, can ya talk at all?”

Her face scrunches up, and it looks as if it takes all her effort ta say: “So-some-t-times.”

“So… ya can talk a little, but not well?”

Angel nods.

“Did ya ever learn how?”

She shrugs. I guess that means a little?

“Ok then. Um- We’ll work on that, I promise. Angel-” I cautiously wrap my arms around her as ta not scare her. “This is yer home now. It ain’t fancy, but it’s still a home. You’s always welcome here, no madda what. Now for a proper introduction-” I point around tha room. “That’s Joey, Dusty, Kenny, Skippy, Matthew, and Henry. Tha olda guys are upstairs. Actually, we’s just about to start read’n ‘A Christmas Carol’- ya wanna join us?”

Her face paints a confused expression.

“It’s a book.”

She’s still confused.

I bring my hands togedda and open them like a book. “Book. Paper, ink, woids. You’s neva learned to read?”

She shakes her head.

“We’s can work on that too. C’mon-” I pick her up and walk to tha doorway. “You’s come’n or what?”

All tha boys leap up and rush over and follow me up tha stairs. When we walk in tha bunkroom, all tha fellas stop talk’n and look at tha scrawny, shake’n little goil burry’n her head into my chest- but peek’n her eyes out once in a while in curiosity at tha olda newsies. I also see Jack's back, talk’n to Race with a big grin on his face.

“Angel, this is my family. That’s David and Les, Racetrack, Crutchy, Boots, Kid Blink, Mush, Skittery, Specs, and Snipeshooter. And this-,” I sling my arm around Jack. “-is my older brodda, Jack Kelly.”

Angel lifts her head up and points at him. “St-str-str-ike!”

“Yeah, he lead tha strike! We’s all were part of it!”

Jack’s brows furrow. “Becca, who’s tha kid?”

“This is Angel, or Mittens as some call her. She’s a newcomer.” I lean in a whisper in Jack’s ear. “Her folks is dead.”

He looks at me, then nods. “Fellas, make Angel feel welcome. Ya hear?”

“How old is she?” David asks.

“How old are you?” I ask Angel. She thinks for a second, then holds up 6 fingers.

“Six?”

She nods.

“She’s close to your age, Les! Say hello.” David urges Les forward, who seems just as shy as Angel.

“Hi,” he says in a small voice.

“H-Hi,” Angel whispas back.

“She don’t bite, Les. She just-” I begin. Angel then wraps Les up in a hug. “-wants a little friendship.”

Les, however, don’t want any part of it. “She’s a girl,” he whispas at David.

“She’s not a disease, Les. She’s a human being. Now be nice.”

Les still struggles, but eventually accepts Angel’s hug.

“Now go on- have fun, make play!” I say, close’n tha subject.

“Hiya, Angel!” 

I thank the stars a million times for Crutchy’s positive energy.

“I’m Crutchy, ‘cause of tha crutch. Can ya talk?”

I shake my head. “She don’t know how. Only a few woids. Can’t read either.”

Crutchy’s face falls. “That’s too bad. But hey! Ya can still learn!”

“Yes, yes she can.” I leave Angel with Crutchy and pull Jack aside. “I just found out she got here, after how many days of her live’n here?! We’s gonna be have’n a conversation about this, got it?” I say sternly with intense eyes. Jack nods again.

“So, who wants to hear ‘A Christmas Carol’?” Specs asks around.

“Yeah!” All tha kids yell.

“Just get it over with,” Race grumbles.

“Wow. Ba-humbug to you too,” I smirk as I sit down on my bunk, with Angel still lying on my back with her arms wrapped around my neck.

Race does a double-take. “What?”

“Just listen- you’ll get it.”

“Could I read some of it, Becca?” Specs asks softly.

I nod. “‘Course ya can! We’ll take turns.”

I pick up David’s book and open it ta page 1.

“Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge’s name was good upon ’Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Race interrupts from across tha room. “How tha Hell is this a Christmas story? Dead people? Undertakers? This sounds like a funeral!”

“Race, it is a funeral! I neva said it’d be a sappy joyfest! Just keep your shoit on and listen!”

And so it went, Specs and I reading ‘A Christmas Carol’. When Specs got to tha part about Marley, tha kids hid behind tha olda fellas, but didn’t stop listen’n. When I animated tha part about the Ghost of Christmas Present, they all laughed. When Specs read tha part when Scrooge sees his grave, they all gasped.

“And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God bless Us, Every One!” Specs finishes with a big smile on his face. Our audience has been silent up ‘till this point, but I can tell they enjoyed it- including Race!

“Whoa! That was great!” Skippy and Snipeshooter say in unison.

“We’s got our own Tiny Tim, right Crutchy?” Mush teases.

“He’s bedda than Tiny Tim- he’s tha real deal!” Blink says proudly.

“Yeah! You’s tha most grateful, nicest guy I know!” I add as I punch him playfully on tha shoulder. “Well, Race? Good story, huh?”

Race don’t say anyth’n at foist, but then a big smile spreads over his face. “Not bad, Becs. Not bad.”

“Glad you’s enjoyed it! Here David-” I hand tha book back.

“We’s should do this every year!” Boots exclaims.

“Yeah! Like a Christmas tradition!” Specs agrees.

A few hours later of talk’n, laugh’n, and yawn’n, and we’s almost all passed out on our bunks, with tha kids sleep’n next to tha fellas. David went home a while ago, but Les is fast asleep. Angel’s sleep’n next to Les, who’s taken a big like’n to her.

Now’s my chance.

I quietly sit up and tip-toe over to Jack.

“Jack- you awake?”

He grunts. “I am now.”

“Good. We need to talk.” I grab his arm and yank him outside into tha hallway.

“Sure thing, sis.”

“Jack, I can’t do everyth’n. I’s just one person. I just found out, today, about Angel. She was all by herself, left with tha boys with nobody to help her. You remember how scared I was when you brought me here! How come nobody told me? Or bedda yet- how come nobody helped her? I ain’t gonna be here as much, ‘cause I’s gonna be with Spot. I can only play Modda Hen for so long, Jack! You’s godda step up to bat and do someth’n too!” 

Jack looks taken back. “Whaddya want us to do?”

“Include tha kids, say ‘hi’ to ‘em, teach them someth’n!”

“Teach ‘em what? You know as well as I do that we’s all don’t have any ‘real’ education! Ya want someone to teach ‘em, ask David!” 

“I don’t just mean math and English! Teach ‘em how to sell papes bedda! Teach ‘em how to soak people, teach em street smarts! Believe me, you’s taught me everyth’n I know today ‘bout be’n smart in New York- now you’s can teach them.”

By now I’m grasp’n Jack’s shoulders and shake’n him, leave’n Jack to see me in a new way.

“Rebecca, I’m so sorry-”

“You should be!”

“I know, I know. I just- we had no idea how much you do for them. We’s just… assumed they’s all could take care of themselves…”

I sigh heavily. “Jack, some of ‘em is only five. They’s might know how to do some things, but they’s still only five. Just- Just don’t forget them, okay?”

“No, I won’t. And I’ll make sure tha odda fellas know too.” He brings me in for a hug. “Thanks, Becca, for everyth’n.”

“No problem, Jack. It’s just what I do. Now c’mon- let’s get some sleep. It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow! Oh- wait! By tha way, what did Sarah want you for?”

“Oh. She, um… It ain’t your business, Becs!” Jack mumbles.

“You’s my brodda- almost everyth’n you do is my business!”

“When I break an arm, yeah. But not in my luv life!”

I hold up my hands defensively. “Fine, fine. I’s just try’n o make sure you don’t get hoit.”

“Ha! That’s cute- my sista try’n to protect me when I should be protect’n her!”

I scowl. “We’ve been through this- I can handle myself. It’s you I’s worried about! So c’mon- what’s tha news?”

“Noth’n! She- she just gave me a gift, ok?”

“Well, don’t leave me hang’n, Jack! She’d she give ya?”

Jack don’t say anyth’n at foist, but then-

“A new bandanna.”

“Really? That’s poifect! Can I see it?”

“No, ya nosy Nelly! Now will ya let me sleep?”

Before I can say anyth’n, Jack slumps into his bunk and throws a pillow over his face.

“Night, Jack.”

As soon as I hear him snore’n (10 seconds), I carefully tip-toe downstairs and recover my tiny tree from it’s hide’n place. I ain’t get’n tha gifts out yet, ‘cause I want them to be surprised. Not want’n to wake anybody up, I take extra care as I bring it upstairs and set it up in a corner. Some strings of red berries, a few pinecones, and a star fashioned oudda paper- it ain’t a fancy tree, but I did my best.

I lay down in my own bunk and stare wondering out tha window.

Night, Spot.

#Newsies #newsies musical #newsies broadway #newsies 1992 #newsies x reader #spot colon x reader #spot conlon #specs newsies #Jack Kelly #david jacobs #Les Jacobs #skittery newsies #kid blink #boots newsies #christmas carol #christmas #crutchie morris #crutchy newsies #christmas time

[icybreaths]

Chase could only pat at Jewel’s cheek a few times before she snatched a hold of his hand and threw it away from her.

She leered at him with a scowl as she came to.

“Yer killin’ me, Stone--”

“Shut the fuck up, Chase. And don’t touch me!”

She palmed and rubbed her temples with a growl. “Why the hell did you take me outta there?! Couldn’t you see that I wasn’t DONE?”

“I could see that you were passed the fuck out!” Chase looked at her, incredulous, “Yer lucky I dove in when I did. Bloke could’a killed you if he wanted to.”

“Whatever, I had that one. I could’a done more. Pain in my ass –”

“Yeh, take a good stab in the gut an’ fade into the sand. Real productive.” Chase’s lips thinned. He caught his rising annoyance and simmered. Matching her energy would get them nowhere.

“Seki,” he added with a sigh, “Look, I’m holdin’ up my end a’the bargain here alright? We agreed on this a long time ago, yeah?”

“Yeah, we agreed that when I specifically asked fer yer help ta do yer part.”

“You can’t ask if yer knocked out.”

“Then don’t help.” she snipped at him, exasperated, “If I’m s’posed ta die in that moment then let it happen!”

“Gods, do you hear yourself right now?!”

She opened her mouth to speak but he interrupted her.

“No,” he put a hand up, “you can get as pissy with me as you like, but I’m not lettin’ family go like that. Whether it’s Leo or ole Grimmy-boy, or any other shithead, I’ll be there. Even if I gotta throw you through the damn garganta, I’ll do it. I keep my promises and I help my family.”

“I help you, you give me intel and help me.” he added, “That’s how this goes.”

Jewel remained silent, looked down at her zanpakuto on her lap.

Chase adjusted his cloak as he situated himself beside her.

In their shared silence, he looked out on the city scenery below, propped his elbows up on his knees. “What … what’d ya wanna prove so badly back there? Y’know it’s do’er die with those nasties. You really expected t’kill him? ‘Cause I’ll tell ya right now it’s not happenin’. I’ve seen how every one a’the Espada operate and it’s different than you Shinigami. S’a different tier, Seki.”

“Thanks fer the vote a’confidence, asshole.”

“Yer track record leaves little ta vouch for, I’m just sayin’--”

“Oh stuff it.” Jewel fished a cleaning rag out of her pocket and started polishing her blade. “… I don’t know what I wanted back there. He got pissed an’ attacked an’ I reacted. He started it.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m always watchin’. I know.” he said, “An’ correction. You poked him with yer weapon.”

“Do you always have to watch you lil weirdo?” she side-eyed him.

“Yer avoiding my logic.”

“Yer avoidin’ my call-out.”

“I watch everyone! I’m a nosy man, what can I say?”

“You can.. not do that.”

“Nonono, hey. We’re talkin’ about you an’ yer flaws right now.” Chase waggled a finger at her. “Don’t try ta spin this one on me, missy.”

“What flaws?!”

“Yer instigatin’ ass fer one!” he elbowed her in the side, only to reel the opposite way when she elbowed him back twice as hard.

“OW. See?! Y’see?!” he pointed at her as he held his ‘wound’. “Terrible!”

“You started it you fuck!” she reeled back a fist but stopped herself. “Yer infuriating, Chase.”

“Okay, okay, okayokayokay.” He sprang back upright with his hands raised in defense. “We’re getting off topic here.”

She merely huffed in response. Snow started to fall from her flared reiatsu.

“I just –” Chase furrowed his brow and bit his lip, searched for the right way he wanted to phrase it. “-- I… yer my sis’, y’know? I know I’m not super strong big bro a’the year but… I wanna be there fer you in any way I can. I wanna see you do good fer yerself. Figure that blade out. Get stronger. Live.”

“Yer the first Shinigami that looked at me and saw past the mask. You treated me like a person, and that…” he looked away with a sigh, “… that meant the world ta me, at the time. Still does. I don’t wanna lose you, y’know?”

“I know.” Jewel’s voice was quiet. “… I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“I don’t know that.” his tone matched hers. “You fight like suicide, like ya want it ta do ya in every time.”

“I don’t –”

“And you want me ta stay out and let it happen?” he went on, “You never let it happen ta me an’ I’m the cautious one. You always got my back; why can’t I have yers in the same way without bein’ berated for it?”

Her expression soured in thought. She didn’t answer.

“I wish you cared more about yer self preservation. I wish ya wouldn’t throw yourself at souls who wouldn’t think twice about killing you.

“He didn’t kill me –”

“This time. Doubt it’s gonna be all sunny smiles next time he sees ya either.”

“Heh, he’d sooner rip my head off my shoulders an’ kick it into the sun.”

“I think you should stay away from him.” Chase wasn’t amused. “I’m serious, Seki. I – if you sense him walk away. Go somewhere else. Leave.”

“Don’t tell me what ta do.”

“Jewel!”

“What?! Okay, well what if he senses me and comes fer me first then, ah? You want me ta bitch out an’ flee?”

“Yes!”

“I’m not you, damn it!”

“Don’t look at it like runnin’ away. Look at it like saving it… fer later. Yeah, there we go! Later! You can always bug him later, when yer, y’know, stronger.”

“Don’t tell me what ta do!”

She almost shoved him off the edge of the skyscraper but he grabbed the roof’s snowy trim just in time.

“Jewel, please!” he shouted to the heavens as though it were a prayer to be answered.

“I’ll be more cautious, now shut up about it already!”

Chase flopped back and shielded his eyes from the bright gray sky. “Promise me?”

Jewel’s gaze lingered on him for a moment before she turned her attention back to cleaning her weapon. “I promise, okay? Now please drop the subject.”

His fanged grin peeked under his sleeve. “What subject?”

A smile tugged at her. “Thank you.”

#[ arctic clouds ] #[ chase taylor ]

[sylviazem]

FFXIV Write 2022: #19- Turn a Blind Eye

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Ugh...another day of wasted effort, Stella thought as she was approaching her door. One day...I’ll make somethin’ of this place. But...what the hells am I even cookin’ tonight? What a headache.

“Hehehe, why don’ ye come an’ ‘ave a good time with us, kitten? We’ll treat ye nice, promise! Hehe...”

“N-no, I-”

...An’ now this. Two men were harassing a miqo’te girl not far from where she was. It’s just one thing after another tonight.

“Oi, you two,” she called out as she approached the unruly duo. “I’m gonna say this politely only once: quit harassin’ the girl an’ piss off. I don’t tolerate that kinda behavior in front of me place.”

“Eh?! An’ who’re ye supposed to be? Why don’ ye mind yer own bloody business.”

“Aye! ‘Less yer keen to join us, o’ course, I suggest ye turn a blind eye an’ keep movin’, lass.”

“...Hmph.” She turned away, putting her foodstuffs on the ground and taking her shoes off.

“...Aye, that’s a smart girl. Don’ want no trouble fer y-”

She kicked the man on the side of his knee and clocked him in the jaw with such force that a tooth flew out as he tumbled to the ground. Stella stepped on his head and leaned closer.

“Are ya ‘ard o’ ‘earin’, ya f***in’ milksop? Huh?! I told ya to piss off!”

“B-bugger me, she’s insane! Do somefin’, man!”

“Oh,” she turned to face the other man with a fierce look in her eye. “Yer buddy wants to ‘ave a go? F***in’ try me. C’mon, I’ll give ya one fer free. Don’ be shy!”

She tauntingly slapped her own cheek and threw her arms open. Sure enough, the man took advantage and punched her. His smirk quickly turned into confusion however, when Stella barely flinched from the hit.

“...That the best ya got, ya flaccid piece o’ s***e?”

“...S-sod this,” the man wouldn’t even try to finish the fight. “I’m outta ‘ere!”

“W-w-wait,” his friend scrambled to his feet and limped after him. “Don’ leave me ‘ere with ‘er..!”

“Aye, run! Ya d***less f***in’ c***s!” Stella snorted the blood from her nose and spat it out. “An’ I be’er not see either o’ yas ‘ere again!!”

Ah...right. The miqo’te girl was staring at her, dumbfounded by what had transpired. “Ya okay, lass?”

“I-I’m...fine,” she stuttered. “Um, thank you...for chasing those brutes off...”

“Yer welcome. Ya best skitter back home now, miss. Plenty more unsavory folk out an’ about at this hour.”

“Oh, no, I...I’m plenty home already, miss...”

“...I see,” Another pauper, livin’ on the streets... “Best of luck to ya, then.”

“W-wait!” The girl grabbed Stella’s hand. “Could I...repay your kindness, somehow?”

...Might be I’m in luck. “...Can ya cook?”

“Oh, yes, ma’am!”

“Come right on in then, doll. What, uh, what’s yer name?”

“Cherry, ma’am. Pleased to meet you!”

“...Likewise. Ya can call me Stella. An’ please...enough with the ‘ma’am’.”

#ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv #mm profanity an' violence

[summertimelyn]

Skull’s Gem ch 4: The First Night

*GUZMA POV*

I can’t believe I got my dream girl in my arms, let alone that I’m kissin’ her again. After a while, as the lanterns floated away, I broke the kiss and set Sapphire on her feet.

Guzma: Ya really sure yer up fer this, Sapph?

Sapphire: I am. I’ve been in love with you since we were teens, Guzma. No matter what happens, I’m in this for the long haul.

She’s so perfect. No idea how I got this lucky.

Guzma: Well, the festival’s windin’ down. We should go find the prof and Talia.

Sapphire: Okay.

She held my hand and I smiled as we went looking for the prof duo.

*NO POV*

Sapphire and Guzma were walking through the festival area when Sapphire saw a jewelry stall.

Sapphire: Hey, can you go grab us some malasadas? I’m kind of hungry.

Guzma: Sure. Tapu Cocoa too?

Sapphire: You know me so well.

Sapphire leaned up to kiss his cheek before they separated. Guzma went to one of the food stalls to get their snacks when Kalani and Talia walked up to him.

Kalani: Hey, Guzma. Where’s Sapph?

Guzma: I think she’s doin’ some shoppin’. She sent me to get malasadas and Tapu Cocoa.

Sapphire came over at that moment and Talia smirked as she noticed the newest addition to Sapphire’s ensemble.

Talia: That’s a pretty necklace, Sapph.

It was an alphabet letter choker, specifically the letter ‘G’, with sapphires encrusted along the letter.

Sapphire: Thanks. I just bought it at a stall a little further down.

Kalani: Why a ‘G’ though?

Sapphire smiled up at Guzma.

Sapphire: So that everyone knows that I’m the woman of Guzma, Team Skull’s big bad boss. Ooh, Tapu Cocoa.

Guzma stood frozen, a bright red blush on his cheeks, as Sapphire took her snack and started happily indulging in it. Talia and Kalani looked at each other and smiled.

Kalani: We’re happy for you two.

Guzma looked at Kalani in shock.

Guzma: Ya approve? Of me?

Kalani: Guzma, you were my best friend once upon a time. I saw you two when the three of us hung out together. You’ve been pining for her just as long as she’s been pining for you. Besides, I trust you to take care of my sister.

Guzma scratched the back of his head as he looked down at Sapphire. She looked back up at him and smiled, the malasada filling smeared along the corners of her mouth. He smiled softly as he grabbed a napkin from the malasada stall and wiped her face. The two of them were just happy to finally be together.

Kalani: Oh, I almost forgot. You won the Mantine Surfing competition, Guzma.

Guzma: I-I did?

Talia: Of course you did. You were amazing out there. We accepted the prizes on your behalf and had a Pokemon deliver them to Po Town.

Guzma blushed and Sapphire giggled as she smiled at him.

Guzma: Uh….thanks. ….H-Hey, Sapph?

Sapphire: Yeah?

Guzma: D-D’ya wanna come meet the team? Officially?

Sapphire blushed but smiled as they finished their snack and held his hand.

Sapphire: I would love that.

Guzma: Mind if I steal her away, prof?

Kalani: Go ahead. I’d like to not find her asleep at her work desk for once.

Sapphire rolled her eyes as Talia giggled and Guzma smirked.

Guzma: I’ll return her in one piece. Promise.

Kalani: I’ll hold you to that. Remember, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Sapph.

Sapphire blushed and stuck her tongue out at Kalani, who chuckled as he and Talia walked away, bidding Guzma and Sapphire good night. Sapphire sighed then looked up at Guzma when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

Guzma: Ignore yer brother’s teasin’. Let’s get goin’.

Sapphire smiled as they began their walk to Po Town.

Guzma: I can’t believe I won the competition.

Sapphire: I can. You were absolutely fantastic.

Guzma blushed and cleared his throat.

Guzma: Yeah, well…it’s just that I’m not the type of guy who wins things.

Sapphire: So, who won all the games we played at the festival? A Zoroark?

Guzma: Okay, sassy pants. I’ve never won anything big like competitions before.

Sapphire frowned as she remembered all his failed attempts at the island trials. She leaned her head on his arm and he looked down at her.

Sapphire: You’ve been dealt a bad hand, Guz, but that’s in the past. You can change the deck and deal yourself a better one from now on.

Guzma once again wondered how he got so lucky to have this jewel of a woman in his life.

Guzma: Jewel.

Sapphire looked up at him in confusion.

Sapphire: Huh?

Guzma: Jewel. Seems like a good nickname for my girl, yeah?

Sapphire blushed bright red and hid her face in his arm.

Sapphire: Mm-hmm.

Guzma chuckled as they reached the Po Town gates. He walked over to one of the bushes and pulled an umbrella out from behind it.

Guzma: Can’t let my pretty Beautifly get all wet.

Sapphire smiled as he opened the umbrella then pulled her close. They walked through the gates together and Sapphire tightened her grip on the handle of her parasol.

Sapphire: I’m nervous.

Guzma: Why?

Sapphire: Last time I was here, the grunts weren’t exactly welcoming.

Guzma: Don’t ya worry about that. Yer with the boss now. The grunts’ll respect ya or they got me ta answer ta.

Sapphire smiled as they walked toward the mansion, grunts looking at them from the windows of the surrounding buildings.

MG: Hey, the boss is back!

FG: And he’s with that designer chick!

Guzma: Quit gawkin’! Team meetin’ at the mansion in ten!

The grunts started scrambling to spread the news and get to the mansion in time as Sapphire and Guzma kept walking.

Sapphire: They don’t want to make you angry, it seems.

Guzma: Eh, it ain’t fear. It’s respect. They had nowhere ta go til I took ‘em in. Like I said, we’re family here.

Sapphire smiled as they got to the mansion and went inside. Guzma closed and put away the umbrella as Plumeria came down the stairs.

Plumeria: Wasn’t expectin’ ya, Sapphire. One of the grunts order somethin’?

Guzma: I’ll explain in a bit, Plumes. Ya wanna change inta somethin’ more comfortable, Sapph?

Sapphire: Yes, please.

Guzma: Ya got somethin’ she can wear, Plumes?

Plumeria: Ya can count on me, Boss. Come on, Sapph.

*SAPPHIRE POV*

I smiled at Guzma before I followed Plumeria upstairs to her room.

Plumeria: So, the festival was eventful?

Sapphire: Guess nothing gets past you, huh?

Plumeria: That necklace ain’t exactly subtle, hon. Also, your lipstick is smudged on Guzma’s cheek and lips.

Guzma: ARCEUS DAMN IT, SAPPHIRE!

The two women giggled as Plumeria handed Sapphire an outfit.

Sapphire: You sure about this, Plumeria?

Plumeria: Absolutely. Trust me, when the boss sees ya in this, he’ll be putty in yer hands.

*GUZMA POV*

After cleanin’ the lipstick off my face and changin’, I stood on one of the middle stairs as the grunts gathered in the main entrance.

Guzma: Alright, punks, settle down!

They stopped their chatter and paid attention ta me.

Guzma: Alright, so some of ya saw me walkin’ up with the designer who Plumes ordered from a while back. Her name is Sapphire and we’re datin’ now, so anyone who disrespects her disrespects me! Got it!?

Grunts: Yes, sir!

Plumeria: Then the boss’ lady should have her own team outfit.

I turn around as Sapphire stands next ta Plumes. She was wearin’ a female grunt outfit and my heart just about stopped.

Guzma: *whisper* Sweet Arceus.

Sapphire and Plumes giggled then Sapph came down and stood next ta me.

Sapphire: Hi, everyone. As Guzma said, I’m Sapphire and I’m a fashion designer. I promise that I’ll do my best to take care of Guzma without taking up too much of his time.

Grunts: Welcome, Sapphire!

Sapphire: Oh, and if you want to request designs from me, please don’t hesitate to ask.

The grunts cheered then Plumes told them ta scatter and they went off to do their own things.

*NO POV*

Plumeria: I’m headin’ ta bed. Y’all should do the same.

Plumeria went back to her room as Guzma held his hand out to Sapphire. Sapphire smiled happily as she put her hand in Guzma’s, letting him lead her through the mansion.

Guzma: Ain’t no fancy resort, but it’s home.

Sapphire looked around, noticing all the damages and holes. She knew that Guzma would never complain about them, since he’s just grateful they have roofs over their heads, but these conditions were unfit to live in. Sapphire smiled as she came up with a plan.

Guzma: Uh-oh. I know that look. Whatcha schemin’ there, jewel?

Sapphire: Nothing.

Guzma: Uh-huh. Sure I can’t…persuade ya ta tell me?

He smirked and winked at her, making her blush.

Sapphire: You’re more than welcome to try, but I still won’t tell you.

Sapphire squeaks as Guzma pulls her to his chest, his smirk widening into an almost Cheshire Cat-like grin.

Guzma: Oh, believe me, shortcake. I’m going to try…

He kissed her right cheek.

Guzma: …and try…

He kissed her left cheek.

Guzma: …and try…

He kissed her forehead.

Guzma: …’til I can’t try no more.

Guzma kissed Sapphire’s lips as he lifted her into his arms in a princess hold and carried her into his room, laying her on the inflatable couch he used for a bed.

Sapphire: This is what you sleep on?

Guzma: Ya don’t have a lot of options when yer poor.

Sapphire put a hand on his cheek and stared into his eyes, softly and silently promising him a better life. Guzma smiled softly, putting his hand over hers.

Guzma: Ya got pretty eyes, baby.

Sapphire: So do you. Like a silent storm, your eyes are an amazing shade of grey.

Guzma: Mmm, keep talkin’ like that and I may never let ya go back ta yer brother’s.

Sapphire: Sounds like an invitation to move in, Guzma.

Guzma blushes as he looks away.

Guzma: Nah. This ain’t no place fer ya ta live, Sapph. Jewel like ya deserves better.

Sapphire smiled as she kissed his chin.

Sapphire: Anywhere is home as long as I’m with you.

Guzma smiled and lowered his head to kiss her lips. Sapphire moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. Their tongues tangled together in a sensual dance as Guzma’s hands glided over Sapphire’s sides, pushing her shirt up. Sapphire broke the kiss and panted as she looked into his eyes.

Guzma: This okay, Sapph? I’ll stop if ya want.

Sapphire: No, I’m okay. It’s just been a few years and….

Guzma: Yer hella tiny compared to ya boi?

Sapphire: ….Yeah.

Guzma: Don’t worry, baby. I know what I’m doin’ and I would never give ya anythin’ I didn’t think ya could handle. Let the boss take care of his girl.

Sapphire smiled and raised her arms, letting Guzma remove her shirt. He smiled as he took in the sight of her, admiring her full beauty.

Sapphire: You’re staring, Guz.

Guzma: How could I not? Yer gorgeous.

Sapphire smiled as she took his sunglasses off of his head and put them somewhere they wouldn’t get stepped on. She then ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him down to kiss him again as he removed her shorts then his pants.

Guzma: Mmm. Can’t *kiss* take *kiss* off *kiss* shirt.

Sapphire giggled and helped him take his jacket and shirt off, leaving him in just his boxers. She took a minute to really look at him and blushed.

Sapphire: Damn. Where were you hiding all these muscles?

Guzma: *chuckle* Ya bulk up when ya fight ta survive, shortcake.

Sapphire: Well, it’s a good look for you.

Guzma smirked and kissed her lips. He then began peppering kisses over her face before moving down her neck. Sapphire let out a loud gasp when he bit down on her pulse point. Guzma chuckled as he unhooked her bra, threw it across the room and took one of her nipples into his mouth, making her moan and tighten her fingers in his hair. She subconsciously tugged on it and Guzma moaned loudly around her nipple. He pulled off after a minute and growled.

Guzma: Gotta be careful, baby. I’m tryin’ ta take my time, but if ya keep pullin’ on my hair like that, ‘m gonna go feral.

Sapphire: Maybe I want that.

Guzma: Not tonight. Not fer our first time together. Save that fer later.

Sapphire giggled as she moved her hands out of his hair and down to his shoulders. Then, she smirked as she pushed him down to the bed and straddled his hips. Guzma smirked as he admired how she looked on top of him. Sapphire leaned over and kissed his nose. She then returned his treatment of peppering kisses over his face then down his neck. Instead of biting his pulse point, she licked his Adam’s Apple and giggled when she felt it bob under her lips when Guzma swallowed. She then peppered kisses down his chest and found a scar on his right rib. She pressed a kiss to it then ran her finger over it.

Sapphire: What’s this?

Guzma: Goli got a little too excited when we were playing one time.

Sapphire smiled and kissed the scar again before continuing her trail of kisses down his body. She smirked as she ran her finger over the waistband of his boxers.

Guzma: Baby…

Sapphire: Hush.

Sapphire removed his boxers and her eyes widened. He was big, bigger than she had imagined.

Sapphire: Arceus.

Guzma: *blush* Wh-What’s on yer mind, honey?

Sapphire: Guzma, you’re fucking huge. How are you going to fit inside me?

Guzma: You’ll find out if ya stop talkin’, princess.

Sapphire smirked as she ran her tongue over the tip of his cock, making him hiss in pleasure. She laughed softly and then took the tip in her mouth. Due to his size, it was difficult for her but she relaxed her throat and her lips so she could do it. She wanted to make him feel good and she would. She paused when she gagged as his dick hit the back of his throat.

Guzma: Baby, y-ya ain’t gotta-

Guzma stopped when Sapphire shook her head. She began bobbing her head slowly, letting herself get used to it, and it wasn’t even half of him. She wrapped her hand around the bottom and began stroking what her mouth couldn’t take.

Guzma: Fuck! Baby, I….shit. Arceus, that feels amazin’.

Sapphire smirked as she swirled her tongue around his tip, loving the grunts and moans coming from him. He even growled a few times and it sent a shiver down her spine every time.

Guzma: Swing those pretty legs up here, baby. Let ya boi take care of ya too.

Sapphire pulled off him briefly to turn around and straddle his chest before she continued sucking his dick. Guzma smirked as he admired the wet spot in her panties and even licked it, making her squeak around his cock. He chuckled as he ripped her panties off of her and drove his tongue into her leaking cunt before she could protest. Sapphire’s moans reverberated around his cock and he loved the feeling. It wasn’t long before Sapphire was cumming on his face and screaming his name. Guzma chuckled as he moved his head back and licked his lips.

Guzma: That was quick, princess.

Sapphire: *blush* I told you it’s been a while.

Guzma: Heh. Don’t worry, my pretty jewel. We got all night. Now c’mere.

Guzma pulled her back to him then flipped them over so she was laying on the bed and he was hovering above her.

Guzma: Ya on the pill?

Sapphire: Yeah.

Guzma: Good, cause I can’t seem ta find condoms that fit.

Sapphire giggled as she stared in his eyes.

Guzma: What’s behind those pretty eyes?

Sapphire: Love for my big bad boss.

Guzma: Fuckin’ better be.

Guzma smashed his lips down onto hers as he slid his middle finger into her pussy and started thrusting it in and out of her. Sapphire moaned in the kiss and raised her hips to try and meet his hand but he used his free hand to pin her to the bed. He growled as he pulled away.

Guzma: Stay. Still.

Sapphire blushed dark red and nodded, moaning as he added another finger and quickened his pace. Sapphire moaned loudly as she arched her back off the bed, only to be pushed down by Guzma again.

Guzma: Last warning, baby. Stay still.

Sapphire: I can’t help it. It feels too good.

Guzma chuckled and laid over her, putting some of his weight down on her to keep her from moving.

Guzma: There. Now, ya can’t move and I can get a better look at yer pretty face when you make a mess fer ya boi.

Sapphire blushed and whined loudly as she squirted around his fingers. He smirked as he pulled them out and sucked them clean.

Guzma: Fuck, ya taste good. I think that pretty pussy’s ready fer me. What d’ya think, baby?

Sapphire: Yes. Fuck, yes. Guzma, please just make love to me. I can’t wait anymore.

Guzma chuckled and kissed her lips as he positioned himself at her dripping core. He started slowly pushing himself in, stopping when she hissed.

Guzma: I know, baby. Just relax f’me. I know ya can handle it.

Sapphire wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him as she relaxed and he continued pushing in. He got as far as he could and stayed still for a minute.

Guzma: Fuck, ya really are hella tiny, baby. Ya feel so good though. Can I move, baby? Ready for ya boi ta rock yer world?

Sapphire nodded and Guzma smirked as he kissed her again and slowly started thrusting. Sapphire moaned, feeling so full that she feared she would break in two.

Guzma: Arceus, Sapph. I might not last long. Yer so fuckin’ tight.

Sapphire: F-Funny. I could-ah-say the same. You’re so big.

Guzma: Long as we cum together, that’s all I care about.

Sapphire gasped loudly as he increased his pace and she tried to keep up with his pace. Before long, they were cumming together and both stayed still to come down from the high. After regaining some energy, Guzma went to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth after doing his business and took it back to his room. He cleaned Sapphire up and kissed her forehead.

Guzma: Think ya can walk ta the bathroom?

Sapphire: Maybe.

Sapphire stood up but fell into his arms because of her wobbly legs. Guzma chuckled and helped her to the bathroom. While she did her business, he changed the blanket on the bed and then went to check on her.

Guzma: Ya good?

Sapphire: A little better. I can stand on my own now.

Guzma smiled as she finished up and they went to lay down together.

Sapphire: That was amazing.

Guzma: More where that came from, baby doll. Let’s get a little rest.

Sapphire smiled as they fell asleep. They spent the rest of the night repeating the cycle: sex then sleep. The next morning, Sapphire dressed herself in Guzma’s shirt and jacket as well as her panties, snuck out of his room and went to Plumeria’s, knocking softly on the door. Plumeria opened the door, looked at Sapphire in confusion, let her in then shut the door behind her.

Plumeria: Why aren’t ya snugglin’ the boss?

Sapphire: I need to talk to you about a plan I have and I don’t want Guzma to know about it.

Plumeria: Woah, what? Pump yer brakes, Sapph. Guzma is my best friend and I’m his right hand on the team. Ya can’t possibly be askin’ me ta keep secrets from him.

Sapphire: I know, I know, but this is important. Also, it’s not just for him but for the benefit of the whole team.

Plumeria raised an eyebrow at that. Now, she was intrigued.

Plumeria: Alright. Talk ta me, sneaky girl.

*GUZMA POV*

I wake up with a groan when a drop water splashes on my face. Damn leaks. Hope Sapph didn’t have ta deal with them. I turn over and see she ain’t next ta me. Where did she go? I get up, put on pants and a clean-ish shirt and go searchin’ fer my girl.

M. Grunt: Mornin’, boss.

Guzma: Mornin’. Y’all seen Sapphire?

F. Grunt: She and Big Sis went out a little while ago.

I raise an eyebrow. What are those two up ta? I hung out with the grunts fer a few hours while waiting fer Sapphire and Plumeria ta get back. They finally came back, both of them carrying empty boxes and luggage. Sapphire even had her Machamp and Incineroar carrying some.

Guzma: Uh….Sapph, thought ya had ta have full boxes ta move in.

Sapphire: *giggle* These aren’t mine, honey.

Guzma: Huh?

Plumeria: They’re fer us. Miss Lusamine’s puttin’ us up in a hotel fer a bit.

Guzma: What? Why?

Plumeria: Said we should be able ta relax after our assignments.

Guzma: We can. At home.

Sapphire: Come on, Guzma. It’ll be a nice change of pace for you and the team. Plus, I’m sure that a good night’s sleep in an actual bed will do wonders for you.

Guzma: …Fair, but why are we packin’ like we’re movin’?

Plumeria: Sapph’s gonna have all the buildings fumigated. Moisture brings termites.

Guzma: Okay.

Sapphire: Plus, you guys are going to be staying at the Hano Grand Resort hotel, a tourist hotspot, so plenty of places for date night.

She smirked as she winked at me and I had ta turn ta hide my blush from the grunts.

Guzma: Fine, Fine. Do whatever ya want.

The grunts started packin’ and Sapphire’s Pokemon took care of deliverin’ everythin’ to the hotel. I feel like there’s somethin’ that Sapphire and Plumeria are keepin’ from me but I’m gonna trust them.

TO BE CONTINUED….

#lyn writes #pokémon ultra sun and ultra moon #guzma x oc

[renon4224]

WIP 19: Wanderlust

[A/N: There is no descriptive nudity, but there are two females who undress mostly in front of each other, they are NOT lesbian or bi, they are not interested in each other, the scene was based off of a sibling thing that happened a while ago.]

Chapter Two

Teasea glanced at the horse that Lili called her own, then back to Lili's smiling face, the events of their earlier conversation coming back to her. The pirate claim... it seemed so hard to believe. But then again, everything that had happened in the past few days seemed hard to believe. She just nodded, trying to shake off her doubts, and turned back to the road ahead of them, her horse picking up speed as they went. 

The girls travelled for hours until they saw the port city of Osya, it was still fairly close to Teasea’s home but she hoped that she wouldn’t be recognised. She’d never been strutted around the cities like Bast had…

“Can I go with you this time Mummy?” Teasea asked, twirling around with her mother’s hand on her head.

“Not this time, darling. We need to show Quver what the future king looks like.” Queen Anastasia said, once again.

“But why can’t I come?” Teasea pouted, pulling on her mother’s gold-rimmed dress.

The queen finally looked away from her mirror at her young daughter, a pang of sadness shot through her, she wanted to bring her, but Edmis would be horrified at the thought, “Because,” She leaned down to caress the girl’s cheek, “A pretty girl like you would distract everyone.” The queen kissed Teasea’s forehead, “Now, run along, Mummy has things to do.”

“Y’good there Pri Pri?” Liliana asked, Teasea nodded, Lili’s voice taking herself out of the bitter past, Tea couldn’t afford to think of the good times.

“Yes. I was just… thinking.” Tea shrugged, petting her horse.

“Thinkin’ bout what?” Lili asked again, she was tired of the silence. After a moment, she gasped, “Where ya gonna go after Osya?”

Teasea stared at the white-haired girl, “I… I’m not sure…”

“Well, y’could always come sailin with me, I’ve been lookin to go back to the sea fer a while here.” Lili continued, listing all the lovely qualities of life at sea until Teasea interrupted her.

“Fine. Sure, I’ll go, just please stop talking.” Teasea saw Lili flinch, she bit her lip, was she too harsh? Either way, Lili just nodded and didn’t speak until they were at city borders.

“Halt. What’s your business in Osya?” A young guard, probably somewhere between late teens and early twenties by Teasea’s guess.

“Well-”

“It’s me, Simon! Lil Bear!” Lili giggled, handing me her reins before dismounting to hug the guard, who immediately stiffened.

Simon's eyes blew wide as he recognised Lili, though he quickly regained his composure, "Miss Lili, your presence here is... not expected. You're banned from entering Osya."

Lili's smile turned into a glare. "Oh, is that so??" She stepped closer to Simon. "But I really wanted to see y’later…” Lili batted her lashes up at the burly man, her arms still around his neck.

The guard shifted uncomfortably, his hands tightly wrapped around the hilt of his sword, “You understand my position, Miss Lili..." He grumbled, clearly not happy with this turn of events.

Lili just grinned up at him, batting her eyelashes. "Oh, c'mon. Jus’ let me in. I promise I won't cause any trouble this time… I even have a friend!" She nodded at Teasea who sat there shocked at Lili’s complete change of character.

Simon looked at his partner, their eyes moving between the girl’s before the other guard sighed and Simon smiled, “Alright, you two don’t get into any more trouble, alright?” 

Lili smirked, placing a kiss on Simon’s cheek, before remounting her horse, “I promise on my honour.” And she led Teasea through the gates.

“You have no honour Lil Bear.” Tea heard Simon yell at their backs. Lili wound them through many twisting streets and past dead ends until they came to an inn. The town's streets were busy, and Teasea remembered idly that it had been Monday when Bast went away. Two days from that… Wednesday? People were hurrying back and forth.

Lili rode calmly, though she kept an eye out for any guards who may want to challenge her presence. “So, what’s with the bloody chain?”

Teasea looked down, realising with slight horror at how bloody the chain actually was, “It got dirty.” Lili made a humming sound but didn’t argue. 

Lili chuckled when she saw the sign above the entrance. "The Blue Bear Inn, welcome to my not-home home." She exclaimed. She climbed off her horse, tying it to a post outside, gesturing Teasea to follow her. The Blue Bear Inn was bustling, several patrons already drinking and several more waiting to be seated. As Lili made her way through the crowd, she received several glances and a few comments from men. Lili ignored their comments and headed to the bar. Teasea followed closely behind, noting the men's gazes, “So, where’s Father Bear?” Lili asked the barkeep.

“Right here Lil Bear.” And a very large man came out from a door behind the bar, enveloping Lili in a hug.

“Father Bear! Could we get someone to look afta our horses fer the night? We’d been ridin fer a long time, Father Bear.” Lili giggled when Father Bear spun her around, snapping and a small peasant boy went to cater the horses outside.

"Of course, Lili. You know I would always be happy to put your horses up." His voice was deep and rough, but soft as he spoke to Lili. “So, who’s your friend here?” Father bear looked at Teasea.

“That’s Pri Pri, but her real name is Prisea, so I calls ‘er Pri Pri.” Lili rattled off, turning back to Bear, “Now then Father Bear, can we get a room? Pri Pri’s tired an I don’t think she’ll be any good on a boat with no sleep.” The patrons at the bar glance at the unusual way Lili speaks about her friend, but are otherwise too busy getting drunk to pay attention.

Father Bear laughed. "Of course, Lil Bear. I'll take care of finding a room for you two, so enjoy your rest." One of his assistants handed Lili a room key, and Lili pocketed it without even looking at the number. She smiled back at her "father" and lead Teasea up the stairs.

Once they were inside the room Teasea looked at Lili warily, “Is he really your father?”

“Taught me how ta fend for myself." Teasea noticed the small smile on Lili's face as she spoke about Father Bear. Despite her rebellious nature and disregard for rules, maybe she wasn’t completely unreasonable after all, “Anyways, c’mon, yer gonna wanna change into better clothes than that, Pri Pri. It’s a Thursday night, afta all.” 

Thursday? Had an entire day passed when she was trying those knots? Teasea looked down at her completely ruined evening gown, her underclothes were barely showing from under what used to be a beautiful azure knee length dress. “What’s wrong with this?” Teasea thought she looked ugly, like some peasant girls she’d seen from the courtyard.

“No, Pri Pri, you look like a noble, pirates hate nobles, that’s how it works. Strip.” Teasea looked at Liliana in horror, she’d never undressed in front of a stranger because she wanted to… “Not like that, Pri Pri, I’m not gonna hurt cha. I jus need ya dress so I can fix it.” 

Teasea’s shoulders hunched and her nose scrunched slightly, “Fine. But you have to turn around.” Lili laughed, but turned around. Tea quickly undressed, before running to one of the beds and pulling the blanket to cover herself.

Lili burst out laughing as she turned back around, clearly amused by Teasea's reaction. "My, my. Yer embarrassed to be seen naked by me, huh?" She looked Teasea up and down, taking note of her figure. "Ya should really have more confidence in yer body, Pri Pri. It ain't that pretty, but I've seen far worse."

“Just fix the dress.” Teasea spat. She didn’t want to hear what Lili had to say.

Lili smirked and walked over to the bed, taking the skirt of the dress and examining it closely. "Yer so cold, Pri Pri... What's yer problem? Don't women round here have more confidence in their looks? Are they not comfortable sharing their bodies with the world?" She continued to tease Teasea, making it clear that her words were intended to provoke a reaction.

Tea just huffed, ignoring her words. Lili rolled her eyes, but she worked on the dress, taking out the thinner mostly white lining and setting it aside, ripping the hem on the dress so it would ride up to Teasea’s midthigh. Lili frowned as she worked on the skirt of the dress, cutting and stitching to make it shorter. "Why do ya wear this, anyway? It's not in style anymore. It's all about those dresses that hug the curves, y’know?" She gestured with one arm, mimicking the look of a woman who is wearing a fashionable dress. She turned back to the dress. "Do ya even have a figure to show off?" She tilted her head and gave Teasea a sly grin. When Tea didn’t respond Lili grabbed one of her leggings, “Put those on and give me yer corset.” 

Teasea looked down at the leggings, then to Lili. "I'm not gonna wear those."

“Unless you want a mean pirate to slit your throat while we’re here, I suggest y’put those on.” Lili’s accent made her words sound almost sweet. Teasea took the leggings and rolled her eyes, taking a seat to put them on. She seemed to be trying hard to ignore Lili's words, but there was an uneasy look on her face. Lili watched her, tapping her foot as Teasea pulled on the leggings, "C'mon, Pri Pri, where's that corset? I ain't gonna wait all night." 

“I’ve never taken off my own corset.” Tea said softly, she was flush with embarrassment, she’d always had handmaidens to do it for her.

Lili looked at Teasea “Seriously? Alright, I'll do it, hold still." She stepped closer and began to unbuckle the corset. "Next time, y’should learn to dress and undress yerself. It's a crucial skill for any woman."

Teasea nodded, a deep breath escaping her once the pressure of her too-tight corset was released.

“You aight there Pri Pri?” Lili asked, going back to work on the dress.

“Of course I am.” Teasea snapped. Lili looked hurt, but Tea didn’t say anything until Lili finished with the dress and was handing it back to Teasea.

Lili smiled as she finished fixing the dress for Teasea, handing it to her. Tea put on the dress, looking in the mirror of the small room. Not bad, she thought, but not exactly her style, either. "My, my! Look at you!" Lili walked over to Teasea and pulled at the dress, adjusting how it fit. "There we go. Now ya look like a proper pirate!" Both girls smiled at each other before returning downstairs, to a medley of songs being sung by beautiful girls giving the patrons of the Blue Bear their orders.

The patrons were having a great time, listening to the song and drinking in celebration. Some had already finished their drinks and were now very drunk, singing along with the band in slurred voices. The band smiled at Lili as she took a seat, playing a lively song in her honor. "Hey, it's Lil Bear!" One of the patrons yelled. "I didn't know you were back in the Blue Bear!! Welcome back!"

“Aww, thank ya! Blue Bear, welcome my new friend, Prisea!” And with that, she pulled Teasea on top of the bar.

Teasea's face flushed as she was suddenly yanked up on top of the bar. The patrons cheered, clapping loudly, and yelling as Lili grabbed Teasea's hand and forced her to raise it in celebration.

One of the patrons yelled out, "Drink with us, Lil Bear! For the new face here."

Lili laughed, pointing at the band who began another tune, the other girl matched beat for beat, dancing around the tables before stepping to the floor and dancing with the patrons, everyone seemed enlivened by her performance, and Tea slid down into a seat, thankful for Lili bringing the attention away from her. “Excuse me, may I please have a drink?” She asked.

“What can I get fer ya little lady?” Father Bear asked in return, wiping the bar where Teasea’s shoes had been.

“Oh… I’m not sure, what do you recommend?” Tea had never had to know the names of what she wanted, that was for Bast to know, since he would be king.

“How about Faerie’s Kiss, for a pretty little thing like you?” He said, grabbing a bottle with some sort of shimmery drink inside. Teasea nodded, “On the house.” Father Bear smiled. And Teasea took a sip.

She continued sipping her drink until Lili said it was time to go. She managed to get an entire bottle of Faerie’s Kiss all to herself, she remembered taking off her boots and laying down to sleep.

Teasea sighed, she loved studying, and her tutors never scolded her, but today she was bored. She wanted to spar with Sebastian, or go riding, or even, like she’d been trying to since she could talk, go on publicity walks with her mother. Her father was overseeing today’s lesson, Tea reminded herself.

“Teasea May, are you paying attention?” Her father asked, as though to solidify the girl’s thoughts.

“Yes, Father.”

“Then what did Mister Palacio just say.” Edmis asked, like he’d done with every ‘educational’ visit.

“Girls must know simple mathematics. After all, queens have to be trusted with kingdoms while kings are at war. Which means that when you marry next year, you will be expected to know how to run the simple parts of the kingdom, your future currency is, once again, going to be Crowns. Oh, and Palacio said ‘crowns’ with a hint of disgust since he really doesn’t like Emerald Isles-”

“That’s good for now, Teasea May.” Edmis said, the ever-prsent scowl lightening for a moment before he left.

Father… liked that? Teasea’s mind spun, if he liked her knowing things, then she could probably get him to pay attention to her if she did well in her studies, right?

“Wrong.” Sebastian said, for the hundredth time, “Father doesn’t care about us. He just wants to make sure you don’t make a fool of him with that Prince Niklas.” Teasea shrugged off his words.

“Listen kiddo, I need you to turn around, okay? I know you’re scared, it’s gonna be okay? Just put a little faith in your prince.” Teasea stood there, helpless, her brother was going to die, it was happening all over again, he hadn’t even done anything. Why did Father want him dead? Why did Father want her to kill him? Why? Bast took her sword, he didn’t have to try, it fell from her grasp easily enough. Teasea heard the clink of her hand-made chain, sword, chain… it was at his throat. She tried to turn around-

@fakegingerrights @conquerius37 @sunrisemcash @wolves-write-in-moonlight @gummybugg Chapter One

#RenyWrites #Renonwrites #original content #original #original story #original post #original character #wanderlust #new chapter #pirates

[parttimepuff]

Okay but what if I pinkie promise will you tell me then dedede? I promise I’ll behave

Dedede blinked. "What's a pinky?" He asked, tapping his chin. "Do ya mean like Kirb? A Kirb promise? He's normally good bout those, but ah wouldn't've jumped to usin' him as an example." The king shrugged. "An' while you might, ah dunno about the rest a y'all. But ah can tell ya that he's on the way to gettin' some help fer once."

#ask #ic #anon #Dedede

[ceijoh]

JUST HIM

Relationship: atsumu x reader

Warnings/Contents/Notes: fluff, a bit of angst if you really squint, humour/crack (also if you saw the previous upload of this, no, you didn’t).

Summary: Atsumu just wants to plan his proposal to you. Will it go the way he wants it to?

Word Count: 1.9k+ 

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Atsumu has lied ever since he learnt that he could. Lied to his parents, lied to his brother, his friends and the strangers on the street. Now, does this mean that Atsumu is a good liar? No. 

His ears get really red and his hands do this weird thing where it has to keep touching things, no matter what it is. One time his grandmother asked him if he ate the cake she was baking for his grandfather and all he did was go red, and start playing with various baking utensils on the kitchen bench which ended up cutting him, and him crying his poor little heart out. He also cannot make eye contact with someone, which is usual for everyone who lies, but he also cannot stop moving. 

It’s easy to tell when at Atsumu is lying, so that’s why he’s been searching up on ‘how to lie better’, because how can he, the most obvious man when it comes to lying, lie to the love of his life to make sure that his plan goes the way he dreams it to? 

You knew that Atsumu was, well, doing something. He was making excuses every time he went out, which was weird because the two of you never really did that. He’s started sneakily hiding his phone when you come into the room, dodging all of your questions, and not really spending his days off with you. 

If it was anyone else, you would have started spiralling. Was he cheating on you? Why was he acting all suspicious? Your heart would be breaking, and you would be crying to your friends. But this was Atsumu. He may look the part of a heartbreaker, but you know that he would rather chop off his left leg than to ever cheat on you. 

So, what’s with the secrets? 

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“Babe, there’s this new waffle place that ‘Samu told me about, do you want to come with me tomorrow?” You walked out of the bathroom and into your bedroom seeing Atsumu smoothly drop his phone. “You good?” 

“Ye babe,” he smoothed the duvet and opened up his legs so you could sit in his lap. Atsumu pecked your forehead, “Afraid we have training tomorrow.” 

You feel yourself deflate a little bit but still snuggle yourself into Atsumu, “It’s okay. Did you want me to bring you one home?” 

“Will ya promise not to eat it on the way home?” You lightly punched him which earned a chuckle from Atsumu. “‘m sorry that I’m not spending a lot of time with ya babe. Training’s been a bitch, and wit’ the sponsors.” 

You turned as best you could so you could face him, you took his face in your hands and caressed his cheeks gently, “Never have to apologise, ‘Tsum. I understand.” 

Atsumu felt his whole body warm, “I don’t deserve ya. Too good ‘fer me.” 

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As you walked around the block, waffle in the bag around your hand for Atsumu, and your phone held against your ear. 

“So you mean to tell me that your boyfriend is being all sus and you’re completely fine with it?” 

“I am fine with it,” you briefly paused to readjust the bag in your hand. 

“Tooru, stop telling me to break up with him, I’m not going to break up with Atsumu!” You heard a scoff and rolled your eyes, “Iwa, tell him to stop.” 

You briefly heard Iwa scold Oikawa through the phone, followed by a whine from the latter man. There was a brief commotion and the line went silent for a minute. “(Y/N), as much as I hate to agree with Shittykawa, don’t you think it’s a bit weird?”

“Oh, not you too, I had such high hopes from you,” you complained as you heard Iwa’s voice through the speaker. “Look, “Tsum isn’t cheating on me, and he’d never do that.” 

“Okay, but if he ever does I’ll fly straight from Argentina and fight him,” Oikawa huffed, and you can practically see the man puffing his chest in pride. 

“You don’t even know how to fight, Kawa,” you interjected. “I’ll talk to you guys later, I just got home.” 

You heard the choruses of farewells from your two friends, and turned off your phone. Fishing your key out of your pocket, you were too distracted to hear the commotion on the other side of the door. 

Finally opening the door, what you saw on the other side was not what you were expecting. “What the hell is going on here?” 

“(Y/N)? I didn’t realise that you were coming back so early,” Atsumu explained, getting off the floor. 

Your eyes scanned the living room, which was clean when you left, that was now covered in blackboards, pinboards and various magazines on the floor.

“NO! Don’t look at ‘em,” Atsumu yelled, as he threw a blanket over the magazines, and pushed the closest person to block the boards. “(Y/N), if ya love me, you’ll turn around now.” 

Frozen and not comprehending Atsumu’s words, your eyes couldn’t stop flickering between his teammates who were lounging around looking at wedding magazines, and some who were obviously doing some note taking, to the various pin boards that held pictures of beautiful landscapes that you noticed were from Miyagi, or Hyogo, and handwritten notes connecting all of them. 

“(Y/N), babe,” you heard Atsumu call you and you finally looked at him. “I promise it’s not what it looks like, it’s not for us, it’s for Bokkun and Akaashi!” 

Everyone saw the red tint crawling up Atsumu’s face, his hand starting to fidget with the magazine in his hand. “Right, Bokkun?” He turned to the Bokuto who was by the board nodding. 

“Yeah!” Bokuto agreed, “Wanted the team to be part of the wedding or well the engagement!” 

“Uhm, yeah, okay,” you nodded, still trying to comprehend the situation. “Do you guys need a hand?” 

“Nope! We’re completely fine!” Atsumu turned to his teammates, silently asking them to agree. “Right?” 

Sakusa rolled his eyes and put down the notepad he was holding, “We have it under control, thank you though (Y/N)-chan.” 

You nodded, “Okay, I might just go do the groceries then.” 

Walking up to Atsumu, you handed him the bag and gave him a brief kiss. “Love you, ‘Tsum. Good luck with,” you looked around you, at the mess on the floor, his teammates suddenly finding the carpet or the ceiling very appealing, “everything?” 

As Atsumu followed you out the door, you couldn’t help but shake your head. What the hell was going on? 

On the other side of the door Atsumu dropped his head on the door, “Fuck.” 

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“‘Tsum?” You called out as you entered the house after a couple of hours. “Can I come in?” 

You heard a chuckle, “It’s yer house too babe, you can come in at anytime.” 

You laughed, closing the door, “I mean a couple of hours ago it doesn’t seem like it was that rule.” 

Atsumu welcomed you with a groan, “Can we please forget that it happened?” 

“Forget that Kou was going to propose to Akaashi-san?” You arched a brow, and went to hug your boyfriend. “I honestly thought that they were already engaged.” 

You could feel him chuckle, and you moved around him to start placing the groceries in the kitchen. “They do act that way, don’t they?” You hummed in agreement. “Here babe, lemme help ya out.” 

Watching Atsumu bring in the groceries, you couldn’t help but comment, “What will I do without my big, strong, athletic boyfriend?” 

“Ya forgot handsome!” 

“And handsome boyfriend!” You grinned at him, as you helped him with the bags. You filled Atsumu on the rest of your day, the hours he wasn’t a part of. He paid attention as he began placing the items away as you passed it to him. 

“Oh, shoot!” 

“Ya okay babe?” 

You looked at the final bag and realised, “”Tsum, forgot your protein powder, gonna have to go tomorrow and get it.” 

He turned back around to you and smiled, “Grocery date?” 

You nodded and laughed, coming around and wrapping your arms around him, “Grocery date.” 

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You heard shuffling beside you before Atsumu spoke, “Babe, I love you but for the love of god, stop moving.” You reached over with your left foot and nudged him. 

“Psst,” you felt the warmth from Atsumu’s breath and with a sigh you opened your eyes. “Hey, pretty.” 

You turned to your side and faced Atsumu who was on his stomach, “‘Tsum, I love you but if you really just stopped me from sleeping to tell me I’m pretty I’m going to make sure that I buy that weird protein powder flavour you don’t like tomorrow.” 

Atsumu huffed but still kept the grin on his face, he leaned over and pecked your lips, “Also, wanted to tell ya that I love ya so much.” 

As much as you wanted to be annoyed at Atsumu, or even to pretend to be annoyed at him, he always managed to make you feel giddy and happy. With your right hand, you brought it up and began playing with his hair. You smiled softly at the man in front of you, “I love you too, ‘Tsum,” you leaned and kissed his cheek which he nuzzled in closer. “But, I’m going to sleep now, so please don’t wake me up again.” You quickly pulled your hand back and turned yourself so your back was facing him, you heard Atsumu chuckle soft and felt his arms go around your waist. 

It didn’t even feel like five minutes before you heard Atsumu softly wake you up again, he whispered your name and you fought off a groan. Rubbing your eyes and yawning, you moved a bit so you were able to see him. “‘Tsum,” you started. 

“Wanna marry ya (Y/N),” Atsumu whispered but it felt like he was yelling at an empty stadium. “Was gonna wait until the right moment, why the boys were here today,” at that you laughed. “They were helping me find the right place and the right moment to ask ya, pulled up places at my childhood and yours, was gonna make ‘em cheesy speeches for ya to make ya cry.” 

Atsumu pulled himself up, so he was hovering a little bit, you looked up at him and even with just the moonlight shining through the bedroom window, you could clearly see all the love he held for you. “Couldn’t wait,” he shook his head and smiled, “Couldn’t wait another day, another minute without asking ya. So what do you say?” 

You wrapped your arms around Atsumu as best as you could, “I can’t believe I’m going to have to buy my fiance the chocolate protein powder tomorrow because he woke me up again.” 

A grin took over the smile that was on his face, and he ended up burrowing himself in your neck, “Ya said fiance,” he pulled his face back up. A peck on your left cheek, “‘Ma fiance,” a kiss on your right cheek, “‘ma pretty fiance,” then finally a small and soft kiss on your lips, “gonna love ya until forever ends.” 

Sure, it wasn’t the most romantic proposal of all time, there were no grand gestures, the expensive band and restaurant he wanted to rent out, no hysterical crying, no one else to witness one of the most important moments in your lives, like Atsumu planned. But that was okay. You were in your shared bed, in the house that you called home, the moonlight peaking through the window shining on Atsumu like the star he was as he hovered over you, the love and complete adoration on his face; no fidgeting, no red ears, it was just him and that was perfect.

#atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #atsumu fluff #haikyuu #atsumu angst #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #haikyuu crack

[aka-indulgence]

A faustian bargain + Sans

just to give you a challenge.

"Like I'm going to make a 'deal with the devil'." You scoffed, crossing your arms at the giant red and black-dressed skeleton blocking your way. He laughed uproariously, making you flinch as he guffaws bounced off the walls and into the street.

"aw 'cmon doll, gimme some credit." he wiped a faux tear. "i'm no devil. sure people might call me a demon... but if ya promise to be good fer me, i can be as sweet as an angel."

His voice dripped like caramel, sickeningly sweet that made you recoil.

"Either way, I'm not interested, so if I could just..." you tried to wave him off, trying to put a brave face on, but he just slid to your side and looped an arm over your shoulder.

You shuddered at the contact, looking up at those dangerous red pinpricks.

"ey, why're ya so nervous? i'm a gentleman. it's not like i can actually steal yer soul or somethin'."

The monster looked surprised when you gave him your best 'unamused' expression, but he only laughed some more.

"doll, yer not even sayin' anything but yer rockin' my world. tell ya what," he reached over to your cheek and gave you a little pinch, which you replied to with an embarrassingly loud yelp. "i won't bother ya too much tonight if ya let me see ya again?"

You press your lips nervously and remove the heavy arm from your shoulder. "No... I don't... I don't want to make any 'deals' with you Mr, and I'll make sure I won't come across you again."

At that, the monster responded with a low chuckle, his voice different from the humorous tone he used earlier. "oh don't ya worry sweetheart. i'll be sure ta find ya anyway."

You whip around to tell him off, but by the time you did, he was gone.

#word prompt #im gonna categorized these word prompts #this one's #sinister #i was thinking of mf sans instead of a demon sans bc why not #Metaphorical 'deal with the devil'

[lordabovehelpme]

Big Bear- Clyde Logan x Reader

Request: So we all know how the best nickname for Clyde is Bear. But how about the first time reader called him that? It doesn’t have to be a whole fic, it can totally be a headcanon or just a thought! Love you! - anon

A/n: Ahhh I love this!!! And I love you for sending this in!! I hope you enjoy! 

Summary: Everything he does reminds you of a bear, but you’ve never told him. What happens when the little nickname slips one night? 

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As soon as the comparison crosses your mind, it never leaves. It just makes so much sense. The way he get’s all huffy and rumbly in the mornings. Those pillowy lips of his pushed out into a pout and his eyes half closed yet sparkling when they see you. His grumbles will thunder down the halls as he tries to find you. Every morning it makes you think of a bear waking from hibernation a little too early. And every morning you’ll cup his cheek and stand on your tiptoes to press a kiss to that pout. And his pout will slowly turn into a small smile.

It’s the way his giant hand wraps around your own, in fact your whole hand can fit in his palm. When he offers his hand out to you, you have to bite back your giggles at how he seems so similar to a bear offering his paw. And it’s not only his hands, it’s also his feet. Those large feet carrying him all around the world and barely fitting into his shoes. They also remind you of paws.

Then it’s the way he hugs you. Those big arms wrapping around your form and pulling you into a strong chest. If he’s behind you, he will rest his chin on the top of your head. Most often he’ll let an overdue sigh escape and relax around you, content with your touch. And if you could see his face, you would see closed eyes and a lazy smile. But if he’s facing you, then a kiss is pressed to your forehead before you are fully pulled in. Then he’ll tug you impossibly close to him and nearly tuck you away into his embrace. Your arms wrap around his waist and slide under his shirt, your nails lightly scratching at his back. Shivers will run up and down his spine and you’ll be pulled even closer, a purr vibrating from beneath his chest.

It’s also the way he eats. It’s like you never feed the man or like he’s never eaten before. He will shove as much as food as he can into his mouth and eat it so quickly. It’s a miracle he hasn’t choked and died yet. But you don’t mind it as much when he’ll give you a thumbs up, his eyes closed from happiness, and a smile with his cheeks puffed out with your cooking concoctions.

But all that good hearty food leads him to look like a bear. His shoulders are wide and nearly take up an entire doorway, muscle cushioning the bone and making a perfect spot for your head to lean on. His chest is broad and strong, pecs pulled taut and slightly protruding from his favorite (and your favorite) shirts. But when he takes those long deep breaths, he swells with air and grows before your eyes, you can’t deny the heat that rises to your cheeks.

However, your most favorite part (if you can even choose) is his tummy. It’s so soft that you literally cannot wait to run your hands over it every night. He’s fed well and you love that it shows. He used to hate it when you first started dating. You would wake up to find him gone, putting himself through various workouts, trying to burn it off. But over years of you telling him how much you love it and how it’s nothing to be ashamed of, he’s grown to like it. It tells you that he’s healthy and loved. And you both know he can’t refuse your baking, especially when you make those gooey apple pies.

The funniest comparison you’ve found though, is the way he sits. The way his entire body will fill any chair and his shoulders kind of slump. But it’s most apparent when he sits backwards on chairs, large thighs surrounding the back and his arms resting on his knees. One time when the two of you were watching a National Geographic Documentary on bears, they showed a scene of a bear sitting in a field. You happened to have looked over at Clyde during that scene, and had to bite your lips to stop from laughing. He was sitting in the exact same position. Your head went back and forth from the TV screen to your man bear on the couch, giggles hidden behind your hands. You could have put their pictures next to one another and said “Spot the difference.” Although, that wouldn’t have really worked because there was no difference.

But there’s something about how warm and cozy he is that really puts the icing on the cake. Countless nights you have found him on the couch, book in his large paw and cooling mug of tea on the small coffee table. And countless times he’s just lifted his arms as you’ve crawled onto his lap, he’ll set his book down on the armrest and drape a blanket around you, tucking in all the corners. Then, without a word, he’ll go back to his book and his arms will hold you close. Sometimes, if you ask, he’ll read aloud to you, deep voice grumbling out poetry and old english in his little drawl. You can feel it rumbling around in his chest and it draws your eyelids to shut. The scent of woods and faint cigarettes mixed with the warmth of his embrace makes you fall asleep in seconds. You’ll nuzzle further into his hold and his shortened forearm will trail up and down your back, caressing you as you drift off.

In your mind, clyde is a bear and there is no other option.

However, you haven’t told him of this comparison yet. Pet names aren’t uncommon between the two of you, he’s always calling you one, “Sweetpea, suga’ plum, sweet’eart, and his favorite, darlin’.” But something about comparing him to a wild animal is keeping you from telling him. Maybe it's the fear of him not liking it, maybe it’s just embarrassment, whatever it is, you don’t know.

The first time it slipped was a late night at the bar. Clyde made you fancy cocktails that were way too good and he looked even better. Your thoughts started to come out unfiltered and you could tell he was getting a kick out of it.

“Darlin’ I think that’s enough fer ya.” He said with a chuckle making his voice even deeper.

You let your lips push into a pout as you stared up at him with your best version of puppy dog eyes. “But bear, I’m already going home with you, one more won’t hurt.”

He froze, eyes widening but after a second he shook his head and let a small smile take over his face. “No more fer ya darlin’. I’m sorry, but you’ll thank me in the mornin’.”

The two of you never spoke about it.

Well, you didn't speak about it for three days.

He was curled around you that morning, dead to the world as his snores thundered through the house. (Even his snores sound like a bear’s!) You wiggled out of his hold and padded into the kitchen, starting to prepare all the ingredients for omelettes. Mindlessly you hummed a little tune and started to chop some bell peppers.

Suddenly an arm wraps around your waist and pulls you away from the counter, lifting you into the air. You scream and start to kick your legs before loud chuckles come from behind you. Realizing who it is you relax in his hold and frown.

“Clyde, I had a knife.”

“Darlin’ if that's how you fight against a bear, I’ll never be able to take ya campin.”

The amusement is loud and clear in his voice. You know you’ve been caught.

“What do you mean bear? I don’t see any bears.” When worse comes to worst, what do you do?

Play dumb.

It’s also not your fault he sprung this upon you in the early morning. Your brain’s not even awake yet.

He sets you down and you turn around in his hold, eyes wide with faux innocence. His own eyes slightly narrow, but a small smile stays on his lips.

“Hmm.” He stares down at you, silently testing your acting abilities. “Some little birdie told me that ya think I’m a bear.”

“Well obviously the birds around here are terrible at gossip!” You cross your arms and turn back to your peppers.

He lets out a loud hearty laugh. Then he wraps his arms around your waist and sets his chin on top of your head, watching as you try to not fumble and fluster under his gaze.

“I just wanna know why ya said it? And why you’re now denyin’ it.”

You sigh and set the knife down on the counter, looking up and out the small window above the counter. “Promise me you won’t laugh at me?”

“I promise.”

Everything in you screams at you to not tell him. But he said he promised and you know that eventually it would come up again, so why not tell him now?

“Ikindathinkyouactandlooklikeabearsoinmyheadit’sbecomeanicknameforyou.”

He takes a second to think over what you said so quickly. You can practically hear the cogs turning in his head. But with each second that passes, the anxiety bubbles up further in your stomach.

“I like it.”

That is the last thing you expected him to say. “You like it?”

He turns you around so he can look at you. “Yeah, it makes me feel like I can protect ya better. Like a bear.”

Your cheeks hurt from your smile. “Really?”

He swoops down and presses his lips to your own. “Yeah.” His own lips are pulled into a smile. “I’ve got ya darlin’ and now you’ve got yer bear.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and press another kiss to his lips. “My big bear.”

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[shyneanon]

So like the skeleton simp community (it’s basically its own fandom) has really changed me, I never used to write romance, but I just... reaaaally love the Bonely Hearts Club thing where Red bakes in secret, so like... @bonelyheartsclub I may or may not have written x reader fanfiction before the full game is even out??? Oh gosh I’m going to write so much fanfiction when the game comes out help me

Anyway here’s Reader finding out about his hobby

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You were falling asleep on Red’s shoulder when he spoke up.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Mm?” you mumbled, blinking awake. Red had paused his game to talk to you. He was usually fine with speaking over the game, so this wasn’t just casual conversation. You (reluctantly) lifted your head off his shoulder so that you could actually make proper eye contact, and once you did, you realized that he looked strangely serious. “Yeah?”

He seemed to hesitate a moment, breaking eye contact, then said, “I… I was thinkin’ I could show ya somethin’.”

Well, judging from how uncharacteristically tentative he seemed, it wasn’t sexual. “Yeah,” you said. “Anything.”

“But you gotta promise not tah tell anybody. Not the other skeletons, nobody…. Got it?”

You raised an eyebrow. Red, hiding something from everyone? He was always pretty loud about things that most people tried to keep discreet. What could he possibly be hiding that would be private even to him?

“As long as you didn’t murder someone,” you said with a smile. He started to close the game, so thankfully, no, he hadn’t murdered anyone.

When he stood up, you moved to get up with him, but he stopped you. “No, it’s in here, I’ll jus’… grab it.”

You watched as he went over to a disorganized pile of… lots of things. Books, video games, magazines, dirty clothing. His room wasn’t as messy as it used to be, but Red was still a Sans. Lazy was their thing.

He started to dig around and eventually fished out several books. You already knew he was a scientist, so they couldn’t be physics books. Were they… porn or something? Like, some really weird kind? No, that wouldn’t make any sense, why would he show you that? You didn’t really need to know the details of his habits in that department.

When he headed back over, you could see an actual blush on his face. Seriously, what was this? Was it romantic? Was he trying to be romantic? No, you’d seen that before, and it was adorably awkward, not… tense, like this.

“So,” he said, “please, just… promise ya won’t laugh at me.”

Why would you laugh at him? Not that you never had, but it had never been spiteful or condescending. “I won’t laugh at you. I promise.”

“... Cool.” He looked down at the books. You couldn’t even get a good look at their spines. Alright, now you had to know what this was about. If he backed out you were going to be really frustrated.

“So,” he said, “y’know how Rus sometimes likes bakin’ stuff, and ya told me that sometimes it’s better than other times?”

… What?

What did this have to do with Red? Still, you nodded-- albeit slowly, and you were sure your confusion was visible on your face.

“W… Well, the times you said it was better, Rus didn’t bake ‘em.”

For some reason, you didn’t put the pieces together at this point. Probably because you were too busy being confused that he had brought up such a mundane topic when being so secretive. “What?”

He made a small sound of frustration, though it wasn’t directed at you, and then held the books up so that you could see their covers.

Recipes.

Baking recipes.

“Wait,” you said, “you bake?”

He looked like he wanted to bury his face in something. “Yeah.”

You bit your lip, but it was no use; you started to giggle. He looked surprised, and you forced yourself to stop when he shrank back a little in embarrassment.

“N-- no,” you said, “it’s not like that! I’m not--”

“I know it’s lame, ya don’t hafta pretend it ain’t.”

“No, Red, I’m just… This is it? This is the secret you wanted to tell me?” Surely there was more.

“Yeah.”

There wasn’t more. You snorted. “Why is this so embarrassing?”

“I mean… it’s not real on-brand fer me, it’s a real soft hobby.” He kept avoiding eye contact. “Stuff like that.” It sounded like there was a lot more on his mind, but you knew Red had a hard time talking about how he felt. You wouldn’t press him about it.

You shrugged. “I mean, it’s unexpected, yeah, but that’s not a bad thing.” You nodded at the books. “How long have you been doing this for?”

“Started a while after we ended up wit’ all th’ other skeletons, livin’ together. It’s actually… kinda nice, tah do somethin’ soft.” His toothy smile returned. “Kinda like a weird middle finger to th’ Underground. Also, I gotta sweet tooth, ‘n this helps.”

His reasons actually seemed pretty Red-like. “A middle finger is totally on-brand for you.”

He was loosening up, his smile less strained and nervous than it was before. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Then you realized something.

“Wait, doesn’t Rus know?”

Red’s smile faltered. “Uh… not exactly.”

Again, what? “Then how…?”

“So, sometimes he fucks up real bad.” His face grew oddly serious. “‘N I mean real bad. Not ‘s bad as Boss’s cookin’, but that’s not sayin’ much. It can be a real disaster. Or jus’ flavorless, ‘r whatever. So, I, uh… I may or may not toss it out, ‘n then bake a replacement.”

You snorted and let out another laugh, this one louder than the giggling from before. “And he doesn’t know?”

Red’s grin widened. “‘E’s got no idea. Thinks it’s just a stroke ‘a genius.” Some pink crept onto his cheeks again. “But… ya can’t tell, OK? The others’d make fun of me.”

“No they wouldn’t.”

“Some’a them would.”

… OK, yeah, maybe some of them would. “OK, I promise I won’t tell.”

“Thanks.”

You stood up. “You said doing soft stuff was a middle finger?”

He looked a bit curious as to what you were getting at, but he answered, “Yeah.”

You headed over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck before kissing his cheek.

“Can we cuddle?” you asked in a small, gentle voice that you knew seemed to crack him every time.

He was surprised for a moment, then dropped the books on the floor in his typical fashion. You wouldn’t tell him to put them up-- not now that he was wrapping his own arms around your waist.

“Ah… d-- doll,” he mumbled shyly.

His face had somehow gotten redder, and the usual edge he had to his smile was gone. His eyelights were large and fuzzy; you always loved when he looked at you like that.

“Y… Yer the only thing I really need tah help my sweet tooth,” he said quietly.

He was always so timid when he said anything romantic. You nuzzled him. “You’re so cute,” you told him.

“Don’ say that, ‘m supposed t’be bad.” You could tell he didn’t mean it-- he was smiling.

“Whatever you say, bad boy.” Bad boy. Psh. He was adorable. So adorable that he was going to be the death of you. “We should bake together sometime.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. We could make brownies when no one’s around. And then eat them with ice cream.”

His grin became a bit mischievous. “Yeah. It’ll be our dirty little secret, huh?” It softened again and he placed his forehead against yours. “You said you wanna cuddle, sweetheart?”

“Mhmm. A middle finger to the Underground, right? Screw the Underground.”

“Yeah,” he said, pulling you close and nuzzling you, although it was a bit rougher than necessary. “Fuck that place.”

He was still learning how to cuddle properly, but you didn’t care. You just liked being in his arms.

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The R Drug part 4

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long! I got swept up in bingos and lost motivation for it along the way. But it’s here now, and I hope you all enjoy it ❤

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Tags: alcoholism, mentions of alcohol poisoning, a lil bit of a steamy make out, but that’s it

Words: 2114

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Year 1:

Sonny hardly contacts you. You go weeks with nothing from him, only to wake up at 4am with a phone call and a very drunk Sonny.

“Sonny? It’s 4am here—”

“Doll…I’m so—” you can hear how his words slur, and you can also hear that he’s crying— “so sorry, doll. I shoulda neva touched ya like that—”

“Dominick, are you drunk?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, worried and annoyed at once. “So—sorry…so sorry…” and then he hangs up. You fell back onto the bed, concerned about him; Genoa was only six hours ahead of Manhattan. He was drunk at…10am. That wasn’t healthy.

Unable to fall back asleep, you shot him a text, making sure he was okay before you got in the shower. But he never responded. Sighing, you call his mom; you still had her number since Sonny called her from your phone, and you had been growing close with his parents.

She tells you that she’s worried he’s drinking away his problems, but every time she offers to go to Genoa, he shoots her down, telling her he needs time alone. You’re just worried that time alone means him sinking further and further into the bottle.

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Year 2:

You saw when your phone lit up, Sonny’s number flashing on your screen. You glanced around the precinct before answering your phone, heading for the on-call room for privacy. It had been three months since you had a drunken call from him, and you were going to lay down the law with him.

“Listen, Sonny, I can’t listen to your drunken ramblings while at work—”

“Ah, shit, ya at work, huh?” he asked, cutting you off. But he sounded lucid rather than drunk. “I’m sorry; I forgot the time difference. I just wanted ta talk, let ya know…I’m not drinkin’ anymore. Look, I’ll let ya go; text me when ya free so we can catch up…please.”

You felt bad for assuming, but with your only contact for the past year being drunk Sonny, it had become habit. “Y—yeah, I’ll see if I can leave early, okay? But don’t stay awake for me.”

“Don’t get in trouble fer me,” he replied, making you chuckle. “I’ll talk ta ya soon…and I’m sorry, fer the past year.”

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You were no longer with SVU; it had been too hard working there, especially without Sonny. But you also couldn’t deal with the stares, even from your squad. So, you transferred to Homicide instead. And your boss thankfully let you leave early.

You texted Sonny the moment you were home, and instantly he was calling you.

“First, I wanna say I’m sorry fer the drunk calls—”

“Dominick Carisi Jr. If you say the phrase “I’m sorry” one more time, I’m going to fly to Genoa and smack you,” you replied, cutting him off.

He fell silent for a moment before he let out a laugh. “Yeah, I bet ya tired of hearin’ that, huh? Well…After ya left here, I—I spiraled. Hard. Turned ta the bottle, if ya couldn’t tell. But I hit the bottom, and I’m startin’ ta work my way back up.”

“What happened? What bottom did you hit?” you asked, breathless. You were happy he was telling you all this, because you had been so, so worried. But you also didn’t want to pry into his personal life or make him uncomfortable.

It took him a moment to respond. “I…it was 5am when I woke up, shakin’ fer a drink. I remember the first three shots as I made a cocktail, and then…. I woke up in a hospital bed, my stomach pumped. I guess I dropped ta the floor when I lost consciousness, and my downstairs neighbor heard it.”

“Oh my god, Sonny! Are you okay now?” you asked, wanting nothing more than to give him a hug, hold him to you.

“Yeah, I’m good now. I had my stomach pumped and part of my liver cut out, but I’m okay. I no longa have the urge ta drink, and I dumped everythin’ I had. But please, tell me what’s goin’ on with ya; how’s life at the precinct?”

You spent hours talking to Sonny that night, even though it was getting later and later for him. He had so many questions, wanting to know everything going on with you. He vaguely mentioned that he got a job at a grocery store as a cashier, but otherwise, he was focused on you.

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Year 3:

You and Sonny talked almost every day, falling back into your habits before all this mess happened. You joked around, sent funny pictures to each other, ranted about your days; it was almost as if nothing ever happened. Almost.

From the pictures, you could tell that he was getting tanner, and he started growing out his hair and beard, making you swoon. Not that you’d tell him that; you weren’t sure if he’d be okay with you flirting yet.

But you were happy that things were getting back to normal with you two. It had been almost 4 years since the club incident, and it barely crossed your mind anymore. You had dated since Sonny was in Genoa, but no one seemed to be working for you. At least you could make out with someone without having flashbacks, so you called it a win.

You knew why it wasn’t working out for you, though; you were in love with Sonny, had been since the moment you met him. You were able to move past the club, but you couldn’t move past him. That’s why you had hated yourself so much, and that’s why you felt terrible leaving him behind in Italy. When he kissed you outside the airport in Genoa, you had thought that maybe he had felt the same way about you. Then that first year with drunk Sonny happened, and you weren’t sure about anything anymore.

You were still close with his family, too. Ma Carisi often invited you over for dinner, and you met Sonny’s sisters. You were the emergency babysitter for both Mia (who didn’t think she needed a sitter, until she met you and had fun with you) and Bella’s little girl. And Pa Carisi enjoyed having debates about laws with you, plus the odd sports talk. Slowly, you became one of the family, and you loved them all like your own.

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Year 4:

Ma Carisi called you, inviting you over for dinner once again. You accepted, telling her you’d be there in thirty. You had to park on the street with all the cars there; the Carisi girls were home for dinner, as well. You smiled as you made your way up the path to the front door, then knocked. The door opened, but instead of Ma Carisi greeting you with a warm smile, it was Sonny.

“Hey doll,” he said, eyes lit up with amusement. You froze for only a moment before you were crushing him in a bear hug. You heard the huff of air as you took the air from his lungs, but you didn’t care; you had missed him so much. You had pinned his arms next to him, so he couldn’t even hug you back.

“Doll…ya crushin’ me…” he gasped, and you finally let him go. Though, you kept your hands on his arms, not believing that he was there, in front of you.

“Are you back for good?” you asked, your voice hushed. You were waiting for him to deny it, for him to say he was only visiting.

“I’m back fer good. Already got my apartment—” He was cut off again as you hugged him, burying your face in his chest. You couldn’t stop the tears that appeared, so happy to have your best friend back. He rubbed your back, murmuring that it’s all okay now, and you had the sudden urge to kiss him. You fought the urge, not wanting to complicate things.

Instead, you ran your hands over his back, then leaned away to look at him. “Have you been working out?” It was true that he was deliciously tan, his hair coifed, and his beard trimmed neatly. He was already so much more attractive than you remembered, even with the pictures he had sent.

He barked out a laugh, a gleam in his eye. “I have, yeah. Whenever I felt the urge ta drink, I instead went to work out. I’m not a body builder or anythin’, though.”

“I’m proud of you, Sonny,” you said, and you meant it. You had gone through hell after the club incident, but Sonny didn’t have a walk in the park either. And you were glad he had found himself.

A pink tint appeared on his cheeks as he smiled at you. He took your hand, kissed your knuckles, and you swooned.

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After the surprise greeting at the front door, he brought you into the house. Ma Carisi and all his sisters gave you a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek, and Pa Carisi patted your shoulder; the normal greeting from the family. But now that Sonny was there, too, the energy was truly alive. Everyone was smiling and laughing, having a fantastic time together. The talk was loud, happy, and energized. It was almost as if Sonny hadn’t been hiding in Genoa for four years.

After the talk had finally died down, it was time for you to go home. Sonny offered to walk you to your car, and you agreed, not wanting to leave him quite yet.

“I’m so glad you came back, Sonny. I’ve missed you,” you said as you stood by your driver’s side door.

He grinned at you. “A promise is a promise. I told ya I’d come back once I was…better.”

“And are you better? Did you date at all in Genoa?”

His smile faded, and you worried you offended him. You were about to apologize when he spoke. “I am and I did. But no one there was…it fer me, ya know?”

“Yeah…same thing here. I dated a few people, but no one felt right—the spark wasn’t there. At least I had no flashbacks; I hardly remember that night anymore, to be honest,” you said, looking into his eyes, trying to gauge his reaction.

Sonny simply nodded. “Me either, really. It was so long ago…plus, I bet the drinkin’ didn’t help. But I do remember you, showin’ up outta nowhere on a random street in Genoa. Talkin’ me through the worst time of my life.”

“And I remember you, comforting me during a thunderstorm when you didn’t have to do that. Your emotions were everywhere; I couldn’t imagine the turmoil I must’ve put you through—”

“No, no, look at me,” he muttered, his warm hand cupping your cheek. “No matter what happens—in the past or the future—I wanna take care of ya, make sure you’re okay. Comfortin’ ya, it was a slice of normalcy after I thought I’d neva have that again. I needed ya there, and I’m so thankful I had ya.”

You smiled up at him, melting into his touch. His thumb stroked your cheekbone, and you felt closer to him than ever before. “You know what else I remember, Sonny?”

“Hm?”

Slowly, you leaned forward, going slow enough that he had plenty of time to pull away. But instead, he also leaned in until your lips brushed against each other. You smiled softly before you pressed your lips more firmly to his. The hand still cupping your cheek tilted you slightly, letting him kiss you a little more forcefully, his beard tickling you as he moved.

There was the spark that was missing from all your past relationships; you had felt it in the airport, but it wasn’t the right time. Now, however, there was nothing holding you back from deepening the kiss, your tongues coming together in a beautiful dance.

Sonny gently pushed you back against your car, the kiss getting more heated. Your hands went to his shaggy, luscious hair, tugging softly and making him moan into your mouth. His hands dropped to your hips, pushing you back against the car as his tongue memorized your mouth.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from you, both of you panting hard. You were about to suggest he show you his new apartment when he muttered, “I wanna take this slow. Please.”

You shut your mouth, nodding. You’d do anything to make him comfortable and happy. “I can do slow. As long as I have you, Sonny.”

His eyes brightened and he gave you his signature goofy smile. “Ya have me fer as long as ya want me.”

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