#and then there’s another prompt that’s so broad idk what to do with it but hopefully i’ll have caught up enough by then

[joelsgreys]

bailé con mi ex l (javier peña x female reader)

summary: After a night out at the club with your friends, you confess to Javier that you danced with your ex-boyfriend and he doesn’t take the news too well.

pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

warnings: 18+ only, minors dni. Protective, jealous and slightly possessive Javi, he is a lil toxic, but just a smidge I promise; innocent-ish reader; angst, bits of fluff sprinkled in here and there. Not proofread for spelling, sorry!

word count 2.2k

a/n 📝 wooo, Vee finally popped her Javi cherry. testing the waters with this one, I also have a couple prompts from a while back to still write. it is based on a Becky G song, yes I know she and this song did not exist back in the day (I think? Idk what year she was born tbh) but ANYWAY I just really like the lyrics and plus it’s fiction so who cares lmao. Translations at the end ✨

Tú no me creerás, pensarás que hay algo más

es difícil de entenderlo, pero no sería capaz de enganãrte

y si te lo cuento

es porque tengo muy claro lo que siento

It was half past one o’ clock in the morning—you had told Javier you’d be home by midnight at the very latest. But a night out at one of the more popular clubs in Bogotá celebrating a close friend’s birthday meant that none of the girls were going to allow you to leave that early without giving you some kind of shit about it, so you had stayed just a little while longer and tossed back another drink or two before finally calling it a night. Your friends still gave you grief about it, but knowing Javier, he would be worried, especially since cartel violence in the region had begun to escalate over the last several months, worsening to the point where Javi didn’t even like you going out to the produce market all by yourself in broad daylight.

You tried to be as quiet as possible as you pulled your keys out from your purse, fumbling around with them in the dark until you’d finally found the right one to unlock the front door of yours and Javier’s shared apartment. You slipped inside and the moment that you did, the lights flipped on, causing you to whirl around and let out a startled little yelp. 

You turned to see Javier standing there, fully dressed in his jeans and a tight red button up shirt with his set of car keys clutched in hand. “Javi,” You breathed out his name as your hand flew to your chest. You shot him a glare. “Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me! What in the world are you doing? Why are you dressed—do you have any idea what time it is right now?”

“Do you have any idea what time it is right now?” Javier retorted, raising an eyebrow at you. Part of him seemed to be upset, but the other part of him seemed more relieved than anything. He tossed his keys down onto the small, hallway table and walked over to you, taking your face between his large hands as he kissed your forehead. He let his lips linger on your skin as he reminded you, “You told me you would be home by midnight, amor. You can’t tell me that and then come home almost two hours later. You know how bad things are out there right now. You could have at least called me to let me know you’d be late.”

“I’m sorry, I know. It’s just that the girls were shoving shot glass after shot glass right into my hands and time just got away from me,” You said, placing both of your hands right over his. Your eyes met his dark brown ones and you flashed him a sincere, apologetic look. “I’m really sorry I didn’t call. I didn’t mean to make you worry, Javi.”

He sighed. “Well, you’re home safe now. That’s all that matters to me.” Javier dropped his hands from your face and led you into the living room. “Can I get you anything, baby? Are you thirsty?”

“Actually, I’d love a glass of water,” You admitted, kicking off your black, high heeled shoes before dropping down onto the supple, brown leather couch. You watched him as he padded over into the kitchen. “I didn’t get as drunk as I thought I would, you know.” You added jokingly, “I think my tolerance for tequila is through the roof now.”

Javi laughed as he pulled a glass from one of the kitchen cabinets; he then filled it with water from the jug he’d pulled out of the refrigerator. “But you still had fun, right?”

“God, I had so much fun,” You told him with a grin. “I danced all night, Javi.”

“With who?” He’d asked the question casually, but you could detect the seriousness behind it. 

Your smile faded slightly.

At first, you hadn’t planned to tell him. But Javier was the love of your life, and you would never dare to keep any kind of secret from him.

Still, you knew he wouldn’t be all too happy with what you were about to confess.

Javier walked back over to you, handing you the glass of water. He frowned, noticing the hesitant expression on your face. “What is it?” He placed his hands on his hips, peering at you curiously. “You didn’t dance with any guys, did you?”

“Just one,” You admitted, softly. 

Javier froze a moment, his shoulders going rigid. 

“What?” Through gritted teeth, he demanded to know, “Who?”

The moment your ex boyfriend’s name fell from your lips, the color drained from Javier’s face. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Setting the glass down on the table beside the couch, you quickly jumped up and held up your hands in defense. “Wait a minute, before you get mad about it, just let me explain—”

“What the hell is there to explain?” Javier nearly growled at you. “That you went to some nightclub and danced with another man? One who happens to be your fucking ex-boyfriend? Es en serio?”

You went up to him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Javi, please. Just wait one second—”

He snatched his arm away. “Don’t touch me!”

Your heart sank and you backed away. “Really? You’re not even going to let me explain myself?”

“There’s nothing to explain,” Javier replied coolly. His eyes flickered up and down, giving you a quick once over from head to toe. “I would have never thought that you would be such a—”

Javier stopped himself, knowing all too damn well that he was far too angry to think clearly before letting anything come out of his mouth.

But it was too late.

He could see the hurt that flashed in your eyes. 

“Such a what?” You crossed your arms over your chest, the blood in your veins running frigid. You then raised a knowing eyebrow at him. “Such a whore?”

“I didn’t say fucking that,” he muttered, averting your gaze.

Blinking back the tears that burned your eyes, you roughly shoved past him and went straight into the bathroom. Trembling, you began looking for a clean washcloth so that you could start taking off your makeup.

The sound of the front door slamming violently just a minute or two later caused you to wince.

Certain that Javier was gone, you sank down onto the cold white tile and began to sob.

A couple of hours later into the early morning, you were sitting on your bed in nothing but one of Javier’s shirts. 

You had cried and cried, releasing your emotions until your eyes had gone dry.

You’d hoped Javier would come right back home and talk things out with you, but by the time four o’ clock rolled around, you had given up on that hope. Letting out an exhausted sigh, you were just about to reach out and switch off the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed when you heard the sound of the front door opening and then closing. 

You swallowed harshly as the sound of his footsteps approaching drew closer and closer.

Javier walked into the bedroom, looking surprised to see you sitting there, still awake at this hour. He spoke in a cold tone that let you know he was still upset with you. “I thought you would be asleep by now.”

Even from where he stood, you could smell the heavy stench of cigarettes and scotch all over him.

“I was waiting up for you,” You murmured, quietly.

Javier kicked the bedroom door closed behind him and let out a long sigh. He said nothing else to you as he kicked off his tan boots and began shrugging out of his shirt, tossing it aside.

“Where were you?” You asked him, your small voice breaking through the silence. 

“I needed a drink,” he responded curtly with his back to you.

“We have drinks here, you know.”

“Yeah, well I needed something a lot stronger than what we’ve got.”

Finally, Javier had no choice but to turn around and face you.

The second he did, a fresh tear slipped down the side of your face.

Javier’s stomach sank deeply and the expression on his face immediately softened.

“Bebe—”

You lifted both your hands to your mouth, muffling a broken sob.

“Hell, I’m sorry,” he apologized as he walked over, taking a seat beside you on the bed. He reached for your wrists, gently tugging them away from your face. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get so upset at you, alright?”

“Do you really think that of me? Do you think that I’m a—?” You’d said the word once, but couldn’t find it in yourself to utter it again.

“Of course I don’t, mi vida. I was just angry, I wasn’t even thinking.” He paused, noticing the way you were trembling and reached up to cradle the side of your face in his palm. “Put yourself in my shoes for a second. Wouldn’t you be angry at me if I came home from a late night at the club and told you I had danced with one of my exes?”

“Probably,” You admitted, feeling the envy boil in your lower belly as you thought about him holding another woman in his arms. “But I would have at least given you the chance to explain yourself. I mean, have I ever given you a reason not to trust me, Javi?”

Javier opened his mouth to speak, then clamped it shut.

He’d fucked up.

“Well?” You prompted him. “Answer me, Javier. Have I ever done anything to make you think that you can’t trust me?”

“No.” His hand dropped from your face. He spoke again, guilt lacing his tone. “You’ve never given me one single reason not to trust you.”

You let out a small, shaky sigh and brought your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. “He was at the club with his friends tonight,” You began to explain to him. You noticed the way Javier stiffened slightly; although you knew he didn’t want to hear about how you had danced with your ex-boyfriend, you decided to continue on anyway. He needed to know. “He came up to me and he said hello. We had a drink together and then he asked me to dance with him.” Unable to help yourself, you let out a small breathy chuckle. “We danced to quite a few songs, actually. It was just like old times.”

Javier’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists.

Before he could say anything, you lifted one of your own hands to stop him. “He was a great guy, Javier. We had a good relationship, but it just didn’t work out. It wasn’t meant to be. When we broke up, it was amicable and we wished each other best and now, a couple years later, we both have the best. He’s with someone he loves and I’m with someone that I love too.” You offered him a tiny, watery smile. “I don’t have eyes or space in my heart for anyone else but you, Javier. Seeing him again and dancing with him tonight made me realize that I would never even dare to think about jeopardizing our relationship. I love you more than anything, and I would never do anything to betray you.” 

He stared at you, mouth agape.

Oh, he’d definitely fucked up.

Before meeting you, Javier had never been the kind of man to do relationships—because he’d never known how to do relationships. 

Before you’d walked into his life, all Javier knew was meaningless sex with escorts and informants, one night stands with coworkers—regardless of who he fucked, he had always been able to walk away the following morning without any sort of attachment. It’s what he wanted, or at least, it’s what he’d thought he wanted. 

And then Javier met you. 

You weren’t the type of woman who he’d normally set his sights on. You didn’t walk around almost naked like half the women in Colombia, you didn’t smoke, you rarely ever even cursed and only drank when your friends pressured you into it—you had this kind of sweet innocence written all over you, and normally Javier would never look twice at a woman like you because a woman like you looked for a boyfriend; not a fuck buddy and certainly not a one night stand.

Javier Peña had never been boyfriend material. 

He didn’t know how to be in a relationship.

At least not a healthy one. 

Even now, he struggled to be the partner that you deserved. He met your physical needs without a single problem, but your emotional needs were something of a challenge for him. Still, Javi loved you with every fiber of his entire being and he was more than willing to keep on trying to be the man you needed him to be in every way possible. 

“I’m sorry,” Javier murmured again after a while. He reached out, placing his hand on your bare thigh. “I am so sorry, baby. Perdoname, preciosa. Please.”

You placed your hand on top of his, giving him another little smile. “Of course I forgive you, Javi.”

Relieved, he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. As he began to deepen the kiss, his hands reached out, tugging at the hem of his shirt were wearing.

“Javi, it’s four in the morning,” You giggled against his lips.

Javier chuckled. He pushed you back against the pillows and swung his leg over to climb on top of you. “When has that ever stopped us before?”

“True,” You grinned up at him before pulling him down towards you for another kiss.

;Translations

lyrics:

You might not believe me, you’ll think there’s something more

it’s difficult to understand, but I could never betray you

if I’m telling you this, it’s because I know exactly how I feel

fic:

amor - love

es en serio? - are you serious?

bebe - baby

mi vida - my life

perdoname, preciosa - forgive me, precious girl

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[ooctlt]

I think the etiquette of ask blogs is a forgotten art. what I'm saying is (imo) it's not that people don't want to play, it is they don't know HOW, and more importantly they don't understand that the game exists to begin with. obviously you do not have to teach people the rules because your time and energy is finite but idk. it feels like from some of your OOC responses that you assume people know the rules and are playing badly, but I genuinely think people (me) just don't know what you are wanting them (us) to do. and also they (i) don't know how to tell if they (i) are playing the game correctly.

An example I am genuinely confused about is, is inciting a "shut up" answer a signal that the game is being played correctly, because we are inciting a reaction from the character? or is a "shut up" answer a signal that we are playing wrong and need to do something different? I'm sorry. I really love your art and seeing the story unfold but I'm confused and I want to play and I don't understand how.

yeah ive had a couple people tell me this has been the first active askblog in a while and the concept of askblog etiquette has been forgotten- @thatneoncrisis and i made a diagram:

link to full-res image

a "shut up" reaction will hopefully show whether or not it's a closed path of exploration: if you have gideon sweating, going "pshhh its nothinggg" it means there is something worth exploring. if you have harrow slamming the door in your face, that is an advance that wont work on her

transcript under the readmore:

DEAD END QUESTION ANON: CAMILLA DO YOU THINK HARROW'S HOT?

"Please stop talking to me."

This question is BAD because it's BLUNT, INCREDIBLY PERSONAL and founded on INCOMPLETE KNOWLEDGE of their relationship.

NOTE that its not that shitty questions will NEVER be answered, its that 1) they have a LOWER chance of being answered and 2) they have a HIGHER chance of being made fun of in character

gideon: haha who thinks harrow is HOT

DECENT INCONSEQUENTIAL QUESTION ANON: CAMILLA DO YOU LIKE TO DO ANYTHING FUN WITH HARROW?

"Sure. We run a lot of errands together."

This kind of question may not advance the plot, as it is INCREDIBLY BROAD yet NONINVASIVE. They're good for quick 1-3 panel answers. May generally be met with a less EXCITING answer.

It might also be DIFFICULT TO ANSWER because a broad question could include MULTIPLE ANSWERS - asking "do you guys go out" could not be answered SUSTAINABLY, because i cannot draw all the places they visit

ANON: EVERYONE, WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CLOUD / WATER / MOLECULAR STRUCTURE / BONE / CAR / COFFEE BRAND/ BOOK CHARACTER?

me: "i have to do so much research"

NEAT QUESTION CAMILLA HAS HARROW EVER ASKED YOU TO DO SOMETHING WITH HER SHE WAS EXCITED ABOUT?

"Yes, actually. She once invited me to [REDACTED], I didn't know she liked that sort of thing."

This question is SICK AS FUCK because not only do you learn something SUBSTANTIAL about the characters, you have stumbled upon A NEW PLOT BRANCH, one that actively deepens character connections and their past within the world. It specifically remarks upon a MEMORY* rather than AN OPINION and will typically be LONGER.

Another good option is to PROMPT something following this:

ANON: CAMILLA, MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY TAKING HARROW OUT TO DO [REDACTED] THAT SHE LIKES BEFORE XYZ?

and this can then spiral onward…

*DM, ONE TIME I ASKED ABOUT A MEMORY AND I GOT A RUDE ANSWER; WHAT DID I DO WRONG?

It's not that this topic can never be spoken about, it's about WHEN you asked it and HOW you said it, or even WHO you asked.

Some topics, like the nature of HARROW AND GIDEON'S UPBRINGING are too recent for them to talk about, it has only been TWO YEARS since they left and there are SPECIFICS about the situation that the AUDIENCE hasn't discovered yet. There are things like GIDEON'S PARENTS that she CANNOT answer because she DOESN'T KNOW and answering multiple asks with I DON'T KNOW becomes repetitive and dull for both the DM and PLAYER.

BUT! She can learn! Over time, when the time is appropriate and feels the most natural for STORY PROGESSION. Think of it like a BAD ENDING in a visual novel. You START OVER and ask a DIFFERENT QUESTION, or approach it from a DIFFERENT ANGLE. If Gideon reacts poorly to someone congratulating her leaving BAD CIRCUMSTANCES, consider talking to her about the FUTURE. Instead of trying to pry at Camilla to see if she had an INTIMATE RELATIONSHIP with Pyrrha, try to ask about other things in that period of her life, like how they met or what caused her to move out.

FINALLY, if you'd like an ask to be answered out of character, your best bet would be to goto @notedchampagne and send it there. If you'd like an ask to be answered SINCERELY or you don't want SNARK, you can specify this in the ask, but know this blog may not be your thing.

#actual ooc

[somanyratsinthewalls]

2 Years Later (+18)

2 Years Later (+18) (Zoro x Reader)

Summary: You finally decide it's time to tell Zoro how you feel. Too bad he's a fucking idiot.

Pairing: Zoro x afab!reader

WC: 1500 OPE

Ageless Blogs and Minors DNI you WILL be blocked immediately

TW: angst, hate sex, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex, romance, pining, pet names, once again so much plot with also porn, idk help!

“Stupid, stupid, stupid…” 

Zoro muttered to himself as he firmly rapped his head on the back of the wall he was sitting against. He was out on the deck staring towards the bow of the Sunny, leaning up his back against the wall to the galley. How could he be such a fool? He hadn’t seen you in 2 years and he wasted the sweet moment of your reunion by accusing you of sleeping with someone you had met during your time away from everyone. Zoro let those insecurities of not be able to find you or protect you bubble up to the surface and he came off as an asshole instead of someone who deeply cares about you. Loves you, even… 

But now here he was, alone, physically thrown out of your room and not daring to return. He couldn’t believe he wasted his big chance to confess and made you hate him in the process…

— 12 hours before The Fight — 

Your stomach was in knots, couldn’t believe you were really about to see your crewmates again after 2 years. Everyone had been through so much, and so had you. You snapped out of your anxious thoughts and hitched up your backpack and made your way into the market on Sabaody. 

You heard him before you saw him, the sound of his deep voice clearly frustrated with whoever he was talking with. You heard it in the marketplace and instinctively whipped around to see a pair of broad shoulders and the sparkle of 3 earrings above his left one. You flew towards him and instinctively wrapped your arms around his strong back, not missing how much larger he had become. 

“What the hell? Why are-“ Zoro looked down, he knew those arms. Your arms, the ones he wished so often to place kisses on their soft skin… the ones he imagined gripping his biceps as he plowed into you… 

“Y/n?”  

Zoro din’t hug you back, but you didn’t expect him to. It wasn’t his style. You didn’t care, you liked him that way. But of course… you’d never tell him that…

— 2 hours before The Fight —

You were so excited to see everyone again, but also excited to celebrate with them. Your evening was filled with lots of delicious food and tons of booze. You gaze across the table at Zoro, catching his eye before he looked down at his glass. Now that he was no longer staring at you, he realized it was empty and rose from his stool to refill his cup. Maybe it was the alcohol or the endorphins in your brain from seeing your friends after so long, but you thought tonight would be the night you tell Zoro how you really feel. You rise from your own chair and follow him into the kitchen. You sauntered in and found your swordsman pouring himself another hefty glass of liquor. 

“Some things never change, huh.” The words came out far more sultry than you expected, perhaps it was the booze talking. 

“Hmm,” he smirked and lightly chuckled. “I could say the same to you, you haven’t exactly stayed sober all night.”

You laughed at his remark and sidled up to him putting your glass on the table next to his, gesturing to pour one for you as well.  He silently nodded and poured you a large shot in your cup. You looked into each others eyes, and without breaking contact clinked your glasses together. You both take your drinks and you wince. He doesn’t. 

“Come to my room tonight, Zoro. I have to talk to you about something.”

His eyes blew wide. What did you need to talk to him about? Had you met someone on your journeys? Were you going to break it to him that you were leaving the crew and running off with some pirate blow hard and nev-?

“Zoro?” You prompted him when he didn’t respond.

“Hmm? Uh. Yeah. I can do that.”

“Right. See you later then.” You smiled at him and returned to the festivities. Leaving him in the kitchen alone again. He poured himself another drink. He was going to need it.  

— The Fight — 

You paced in your room. You brushed your hair out, applied your favorite perfume, it was going to be perfect. Still imbued with a little liquid courage, you knew this was the moment you were finally going to tell Zoro how you feel. You had so much time over the past 2 years to think about your feelings for him.

He wasn’t the kind of man many women would fawn over. Of course he was handsome, but he had his quirks. Very little went though the brain rattling around under his green hair other than the thought of becoming the world’s greatest swordsman. But still, he always made a point to check in with you during hard battles, more than he did with anyone else. It was those little things he did that sparked your romantic feelings for him 

*knock knock* he didn’t wait for a response, since the knob turned immediately following the second knock. He gingerly peaked his head in the door, “Y/n?”

“Hi Zoro, you can come in.” 

He walked in and you sat down on your bed and patted the space next to you for him to sit. 

“I prefer to stand.” He responded nervously. What the hell had gotten into him? He had sat next to you on your bed so many times before while you sharpened your blades together. He was so comfortable then, so strange now… What had happened to the laid back swordsman you knew? Had it really been that long?

“ok…” you started. Figuring you were in for a penny, in for a pound on this confession thing, you might as well do it. It was eating you alive. “Zoro… I know you and I care about each other, but it’s just been so long…” You were stumbling over your words, unable to meet his gaze. “Um.. and I’ve had so much time away from you… and I just can’t help that I just…”

“Who was it? Who is he?” Zoro raised his voice at you. He had never done that before in all your time sailing with him. You’d only even seen him do it at enemies or at Sanji during their fruitless arguments. 

“Zoro what-? What are you talking about? Who is who?” You heart started pounding even harder and there was a pit in your stomach forming. He was upset with you? You hadn’t even said anything yet!

“The man that you’re leaving us for! Isn’t that what you’re here to tell me? Try and let me down easy when you tell me you’ve found some pirate asshole boyfriend and you’re shoving off with him at dawn?”

You were stunned. What the hell was he talking about? You had nothing of the sort. You spent 2 years training with a vicious crew of bandits. He thought you were on vacation and getting laid?

You scoffed. “You’re so fucking unbelievable.”

“I’M unbelievable? You’re the one abandoning m- us for some filthy low life bastard!”

“You’re delusional! Zoro you really think you were the only one who trained miserably hard for 2 years to try and make this crew better? You think I would sacrifice my loyalty to this crew for ANYONE? You think while you all broke your backs getting stronger, I was on a beach somewhere getting fucked? How DARE you accuse me of that. I thought I knew you, Roronoa Zoro, clearly I was wrong. I had no idea you were so fucking insecure. Get out of my room.”

Tears started welling up in your eyes and threatening to spill over. Zoro looked up at you. He really had fucked up this time. 

“Y/n wait-“

“Fuck you Zoro.” You huffed out while you pushed him hard out of your room and slammed the door. 

— Currently —

Zoro continuously beat his head into the wall he was leaning against, trying to ignore his feelings. “Fucking, stupid, idiot, moron…” he punctuated each with a slap against the wall. On the last one he felt something cradle his head…

“Seis fleur..” 

 Robin’s hands acted as a barrier between Zoro’s head and the wall. 

“ You know this won’t help anything, swordsman.” Robin’s silky voice told Zoro off. “You need to go back down there and tell her how you really feel.” Her body appeared behind the mast in front of him. Her eyes were serious. 

Zoro acted like he had no idea what she was talking about, but acting was never his strong suit. 

“Just go. I don’t have time to hold both of your hands through all of this. You need to figure it our yourselves.”

Zoro realized what Robin was implying. She had already said something to you, clearly. He nodded and turned to face the hallway that included your door. He stood at your doorway for a few moments and took his last deep breaths before he opened the door without asking. 

Upon barging in, he could see you sitting at the edge of your bed in a robe sobbing. You were crying over him. It broke his heart into one thousands minuscule pieces.. how could he let this happen?  You saw him enter your room and you stood up to shove him out again. 

Zoro immediately fell to his knees. He pressed his face into the wooden floor of your bedrooom. He laid his white handled sword on the ground in front of him The cherished blade that Kuina had left for him... his last hope to enjoy a happy life...

“Y/n… I am here to do nothing but apologize." Zoro spoke with his forehead touching the wooden floorboards of your bedroom. “You have shown me nothing but grace and mercy, far more than I deserve. You are the light at the end of my tunnel. You are the song of the sea against my hard-worn ship. I have thought of nothing but you over these two years. I simply love you so much that my largest fear is that you find someone else. I’m so sorry. I am immature and insecure, you were right. The thought of anyone taking you away from me again…” Zoro wracked a violent sob… unlike anything you’ve ever hear from him… “I just… I love you…”

He was knelt, sobbing uncontrollably at your feet. Your heart was the fullest it had ever been. He had never shown anything like this as long as you've known him. You looked at his pathetic form around your legs. 

“Rise, Swordsman.” you firmly order.

Zoro took a few moments but eventually he raised his head and his body  to meet your gaze.

“Roronoa Zoro… my heart…” your gripped his jaw in your hand. “… has always belonged to you…”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You felt the same way? This whole time? He had spent 2 years being insecure for no reason?

You grabbed his face and kissed him with fervor. He grabbed your torso and flipped you over onto your back. Zoro exhaled deeply and kissed down the side of your neck to the sides of your breast. His hands experimentally squeezed and kissed at your nipples as you sighed and squeaked under his touch. 

“Zoro I-“ You tried to get more out but he cut you off.

“Y/n let me make you mine forever, please.” 

“Oh- okay…” your were apprehensive at first but his hands felt like a warm, comforting hug every time he slid them up and down the sides of your torso. 

"Y/n.. I promise to make you feel good..."

"Zoro yes.. I trust you..."

He heard your affirmation and dove into your body like a man starved. He sloppily kissed and sucked at your nipples before he tore your panties off in one piece with his massively strong hand. You writhed underneath his touch as he slowly stroked his thumbs on the sides of your clit. 

“Zoro please.. it’s been so long…” You begged for him. Your pussy was so wet and aching that even oblivious Zoro could tell you needed help.

He heard you begging for him and instinctively latched his lips onto your clit. He saw it throbbing, he needed to relieve it. You gasped loudly as he brings you to the precipice of pleasure. “Oh my god? Zoro I can’t! It’s incredible, please!” You could hardly believe that this man of few words was bringing you such intense sexual pleasure.. He was sucking and touching your sex at just the right pace that had you gasping and gasping under his hands and mouth. 

“Zoro I promise I’m right there just a bit more PLEASE…” He heard your promise to him. His brain short circuited. All Zoro could think of was promising to make you cum. He craved the feeling of making you cum, he needed to know he was the man making you scream out in pleasure. 

“Please sweetheart, cum on my face for me?” He was a man of few words, but these were the ones that finally sent you over the edge. You screamed and folded your body into yourself as you came against his lips. After a few moments, you tried to catch your breath. 

“Zoro my love…” You choked out as you backed up and flopped against his chest. 

“My sweet love, please let me prove to you how much you mean to me.”

You looked up at him hovering above you. He had one eye. You wondered why. It wasn’t right to ask right now. What happened to your tender swordsman over the past 2 years? He hadn’t mentioned his injuries. You hadn’t mentioned the massive scar over your left knee. Tonight wasn’t the night. Tonight was the night he proved to you he was the only man for you. 

“okay…”

Zoro slipped off the rest of his clothes and resumed his position on top of you. He lined his cock up with your soaking entrance when he made eye contact. 

“tell me this is okay…”

You gazed up at him. His always serious eyes... eye... god, fuck who took it from him? Mihawk? The government? He stared right into your soul but you still had so much worry for him..

“Zoro… please… I need you inside of me now…” Zoro heard your plea and slowly pushed his fat cock head inside of your drenched pussy. You moaned out loud, finally feeling your swordsman inside of you. It was a few brief, strained moments before his cock was fully seated inside of you. He tried his hardest to not make a sound but as soon as he bottomed out he released a long, drawn out sigh. 

Zoro pulled his fat cock out of you at a painful pace, pushing it back in again. You eyes were slammed shut underneath him. “Baby please… I need more…” You whined, wanting more.

For the second time tonight he was told he was being too gentle. It was more than enough for him. Zoro grabbed your hips and spread them farther than he ever needed. His insecurity addled brain needed you to confirm his feelings before he could ever achieve release. 

“You are mine. Tell me you are mine.”

“Roronoa Zoro…” You stopped bucking your hips in need, You grabbed his face with your right hand, ignoring the sparce and short hunter-green facial hair that grew on his chin. “I want every part of you. I want to belong to you. You’re my everything, love.”

Zoro lost it. He grabbed your hips and slammed them into his with reckless abandon. 

“Zoro yes, more! It’s so good, just like that!” He was so fueled by your praise that he slammed into you like a jackhammer.  He made no moans, just heavy grunts and sighs, just like you imagined he would.

“Oh my god honey yes, please just exactly like that! A little bit more!” You were shrieking on his cock at this point, drool forming at the corners of your mouth, just chasing your high. Finally your orgasm ran through your body and you wracked your tremors on Zoro’s cock. 

“FUCK-“ you squeezed Zoro so hard with your gorgeous pussy that he pulled out too late and painted your clit and hole with his white slop. 

He collapsed on top of you, never experiencing such a powerful orgasm in his life, nuzzling his nose into the valley of your full breasts. 

“Tomorrow… love.. love you…”

And just light that, Zoro was asleep…

You laughed…

“Some things never change…” 

#one piece #one piece anime #one piece fanart #one piece fanfiction #one piece live action #one piece netflix #one piece smut #zoro x reader #zoro x sanji #fanfic #one piece fanfic #nakama #one piece fandom #one piece zoro #zoro one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons

[stormkobra-5]

Hi! No pressure if you aren’t doing these still! But if you are, could I request prompt #2 With Marc Spector? Have a lovely day! :3

Omg anon! ^^ You’re so lovely! I hope you have a wonderful day too!

Prompt: 2) our muses with unspoken feelings forced to share a bed and end up cuddling + Marc Spector

Rating/Warnings: M, innuendos, mentions of sex/dry humping, crude language, strong language, reader and Marc’s love language is sass with a side of snark, they’re helplessly in love and they both know it but are scared to act on it so therefore disguise it with cheap attempts at dodging flirting but they’re actually flirting??? idk it’s weird ok

“What the fuck kind of cheap romance novel did we just step into?” Your mumbling would’ve made Marc laugh, if he wasn’t trying to be so serious.

“This isn’t a romance novel, Y/N. There’s no romance here. Just a cheap-ass hotel with only one bed.” He glanced over at you as you made a face like duh.

“Have you ever heard of the ‘only-one-bed’ trope?”

Marc shook his head, a hand coming to run down his face. “I’ll take the floor.”

“Like hell you will. There’s hardly enough room to walk there. Your broad-ass shoulders aren’t gonna fit between the bed and any wall in this room sideways. That’s the last thing we need. Moon Knight trying to punch somebody and his shoulder kinks up like an old man.”

Marc dropped his bag carelessly by the door, following suit in your actions. “You think the bed’s any better? It’s probably full of bed bugs and STDs. You think they clean these after somebody comes in here just for a quick fuck? Hell no. I’d rather wake up with a crick in my neck than with a disease.”

You started pulling the sheets away from the nearest corner of the bed, clicking on a flashlight, to check for said bed bugs. Marc took the other side. “You’re just scared I’m gonna dry hump you in my sleep.”

Marc scoffed. “You say that like I haven’t caught you moaning my name before. You think the walls of a bathroom are fucking soundproof, honey?”

You pursed your lips, going quiet for a second. Marc smirked. He’d finally made you speechless. “Fuck you, Marc.”

“Sounds like you want to,” He retorted, receiving a pillow tossed at his head. He caught it, barely even looking.

“No, fuck you,” You specified, “As in, go trip off the pyramids. Roll all the fucking way down.”

You and Marc had… a complicated relationship. You had feelings for one another, and you both knew this, but you refused to admit it, too afraid of what might happen if you did. Too afraid of getting hurt. And so you compromised by something between mocking and flirting each other, seemingly insistent on being petty and bickering all the time.

You both wished it would end.

You wished you could just curl up together and watch a movie, kiss, cuddle, hold hands, go to dinner— you wanted to do what couples do. But you were both so terrified of being hurt at even the mere concept of a relationship, that you were in a state of denial. Maybe it wouldn’t last forever… maybe you’d go separate ways. It was a thought that had you up late in tears, while in his own flat Marc paced— and somehow you sought comfort in each other with late night phone calls and going to bars.

It was no secret, what sat between you. But would you act on it?

Maybe never.

So the whole concept of sharing a bed, where things might happen, was a scary prospect.

Marc passed you to grab the bags, tossing them into the center of the bed. He mumbled something about not rolling onto each other or you punching him in the face while you’re sleeping, to which you didn’t respond. You bit your lip, avoiding his gaze as you headed to the bathroom to change. When you came out, you laid down nervously, chewing your lips as you waited on Marc; he hardly even looked at you as he flipped off the light and flopped down into bed.

Neither of you slept.

Hearts pounding, minds racing, you were both coming to the conclusion that this was it. Everything was going to come out, whether you liked it or not.

Eventually, Marc turned his head to look at you over one of the bags that laid between you. You met his gaze worriedly. For a long while, he said nothing, before he finally took a breath. Even his whispered voice sounded over-loud in the silence of the room, his courage quickly dwindling. “...If we take this jump… There’s no going back.” He braced himself for rejection. You readied yourself to have switch rooms. “...Are you okay with that?”

Almost immediately, you sat up and started pulling off your blankets, before climbing over the bags and coming tentatively straddle his waist. Marc helped you, breath hitching as you laid on him in a way he’d never thought he’d actually get to experience. Your own breaths came rapidly as you nestled against him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Marc shifted so that he could pull the blanket up over your shoulders, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

“Fucking finally,” you whispered against his neck, mirth in your voice; it earned a rare and beautiful grin from Marc, who pressed a kiss to your forehead as he tried to quiet his laughter.

Give me a prompt and a character!

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac hernandez estrada

[deadboyfriendd]

for the 200 cigs prompts: "You need to find somebody that likes you the way you are." maybe with stone gothic?? idk i wanted to ask about steve in that fic and i felt like this was mayyyyybe the line that fit best but if u feel inclined for another that's fine too, i'm not particularly loyal to it!

Sorry for how long this took me, babe. I had to THINK about this one. But, I do thing this is my favorite blurb I wrote for this game. Excuse me if there are any plot holes in my own writing, I haven;t read through Stone Gothic in a hot minute.

Six Summers After The Rabbit

That summer was the summer that Steven had grown into himself. He emerged from the woolen coats a monarch, a specimen of boyhood lost. He had lost that boyish gangliness and replaced it with something greater, something more broad. He seemed more capable now, stronger. He was more sure in his stride and more booming in his presence. He was also much more present in the way he loomed over you, though not unkindly– always gentle. 

The crestfallen snow was no longer an infinite sheet and had instead dissipated into a sludge that stuck to your shoes and soaked deep into the buckskin and immediately into your bones. 

As you waited for the world to dry, Steve waited for you to want him. 

Your steps were surer, now, too. You were much quicker than he in his new form, more sly and more graceful. He watched the way your feet mapped out cobblestone paths along the unimproved hunting trail that you have been running for seven summers now. He wondered if your feet fell in the same steps, he wondered if you were even touching the ground. 

It seemed as if this wild geranium had remained untouched by the violent frost of a hard winter– the hardest you had ever known. This clearing was not known to anyone in the village, for their fear of the wolf dictated their lives to the confines of the village and not any further. Though, in your own youthful naivety, you’d wondered if the wolf was even real. Wolves existed– sure, you had seen them. But this wolf? Eight feet tall and bipedal? Crooked claws and ugly notched fingers that hung down like a mans? You could not commit yourself to the nuances of this folklore. 

Steven spread the sheepskin before you to sit, and you welcomed yourself to it. 

He sat beside you, laying all the way down so as to not be seen in the deep brush surrounding you. He offered his bicep for your head– in which you gladly took, too. It had been bigger this year, you noted. He was much warmer than he had been in previous years. 

“This is the summer you turn twenty.” He said to you, matter-of-factly, though, you knew the weight that this statement held. 

You focused your eyes to the sky, not wanting to make eye contact with him. You knew that you were to be betrothed by your twentieth birthday. You had heard whisperings of dowries and offerings from around the village. You answered him with a deep, guttural sigh. 

“You know,” he started, and you turned your head to look up at him. “You don’t have to marry any of them.” 

Steve looked pretty like this, in the glow of the daylight. You watched the way the skin of his neck folded as he spoke. Saw the way his thick lashes kissed at the apples of his cheeks. Counted the moles on his neck like stars. 

“And ruin my father in this village?” You’d said back, with a roll of your eyes. You had not meant to be ugly, though, Steve knew this was a sensitive topic. 

"You need to find somebody that likes you the way you are."

“Oh really, and who would be so inconvenienced to be loved by me?”

“We could run away,” he suggested, “Live our lives in the forest.”

You couldn’t help but to laugh at the idea of being married to Steve, how funny it was the idea of being loved by the person who you learned how to walk alongside, who taught you to hunt and forage and fish. 

What you didn’t know was that Steve had already offered a dowry of his own to your father. One far more handsome than anyone had to offer in this village– your protection. He had offered your father the guarantee of a long and happy life, even if you would never be married. 

“Seriously, I would love to bear the burden of loving you.” 

#flea answers #200 cigs ask game #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #stranger things

[frecklystars]

System/DID Anon coming back with a response! My question was mostly as someone who is also myself a system (with, hah, a whole polyamorous relationship with a whopping 4 other systems believe it or not!) I've seen a lot of how this can manifest and the very broad spectrum of how it works. By no means am I even close to a professional, so please take my theorizing with a grain of salt. (And goodness I am so desperately not trying to armchair diagnose someone I don't know personally)

The reason I asked in the first place was primarily in that your f/o's, functionally speaking, seem to have a very similar role as protector alters can, and I just thought that was neat! Your love for them and their roles as protective forces that adore and care for you really speaks to me as someone who very much benefits from the companionship of my fellow headmates. It's just really cool to me psychologically how these things manifest :3

OHHHHHH. Ohhhh I see I see! Firstly thank you for being patient with me during this conversation, because I don’t know much of anything about DID at all and I’m absolutely going to come off as ignorant while typing up responses about this.

I find it very interesting that you felt compelled to ask me about it (genuinely) and I can try to give you a little bit of history on why I’ve latched into protective characters lately, or even looking at a non-protective characters and saying “hey btw you’re my bodyguard now 😍”

I tried looking up some more symptoms/behaviors (forgive me if that’s the incorrect word, feel free to correct me on that) and the search results listed poor memory, disassociating/having out of body experiences. That didn’t give me much information so I kept scrolling until I found a link where someone on Reddit asked “how did you figure out you were a system before you knew what that was?” One person says they thought they had sleepwalking problems because they’d pass out or “black out” and their family members would tell them their moods would change drastically during that time. A lot of people listed that they hear voices in their head, some of them whispering or others talking at a normal volume at the front or back of their head, some of the voices other genders than the one they identify as. Another person says they were unable to discern dreams from reality, another person said they’d keep a journal and write thoughts that they knew weren’t theirs, or their body would be doing an action that they weren’t telling it to do. A lot of ppl are listing amnesia/blacking out when someone else is fronting.

I cannot say I’ve experienced any of this on any regular basis. I asked one of my mutuals who is a system mainly of their F/Os, and they said they hear their F/O’s voices in their head. (I’ve always joked for years “my F/Os all live in a room in my head” so at this part I was like “oh hold up now.” but a few of my friends have the same joke so idk if that’s a “I have multiple F/Os just chilling out when I daydream about them” kind of common self ship feeling or… something) but I don’t hear my F/O’s voices unless if I, like, conjure it on purpose? Like when you’re reading a book and you’re (probably) able to hear the character voice in your head while you’re reading their dialogue? Idk if that’s something everyone can do come to think of it, but I will try to “hear” my F/O say something encouraging to me, but it’s something I actively have to try to do, it doesn’t just come to me without me prompting it first. Like I’ll think of Barbie and Ken cheering “you’ve got this, sweet girl!!” if I have a difficult task at one of my jobs, but again, that’s something I’d be consciously doing. Oh, and I haven’t gotten any feedback from anyone I know telling me that my mood or behavior changes, and I do not feel like I have any periods where I black out, I don’t feel like I have any huge gaps in memory either.

Btw If you have more information about any of this that you’re comfortable sharing, please feel free to let me know! 💕 This is only a little bit of information that I’ve absorbed, but just based on this, I don’t feel like I experience DID. Or at least I don’t think I do. I’m not going to say anything about myself with 100% certainty, because at this point with everything that’s been happening to me, I uh. wouldn’t be surprised if my brain wanted to do another “hey Keri guess what :)”

Aw I love how you phrased them as protective forces 🥺🥺 I see. I didn’t used to be so… idk the word, I’m very desperate and intense(???) about self shipping with characters now more than ever, solely to be able to point at a character and be like “you! you’re gonna protect me wholeheartedly, you’re not going to let me get hurt again! because you love me so much!!” even if I don’t believe they love me at first, I have to really work so hard to drill it into my head. I had a really shitty experience with a person who made me feel like I was in danger IRL constantly, stalking where I work and trying to find out where I live and track down where my family lives + their contact info, threatening to harm themselves if I didn’t cater to their demands, turning my friends against me when i was completely isolated, etc stuff like that. This was an everyday occurrence for several months and they would show me commissions of themself with TF characters almost every single day as they were doing this, or they’d commission me with a TF F/O as a way to “apologize” and “erase” what they’d done so I could forgive them. and my brain just,,, made TF, and multiple other things associated with my abuser, triggers. They’d also in the same breath tell me how abusive these TF F/Os would be, which didn’t help at all— anyway! it got to the point where I have cptsd with TF and a bunch of other stuff, but I lost my TF F/Os due to all of that and that was. hoo. painful.

I couldn’t self ship for almost a year because I would look at *any* character and believe they’d hurt me, even ones I didn’t associate with my abuser. Even the softest characters that could never hurt anyone! I automatically believe I’m the exception now, like any character would be loving to anyone except me, just because I’m Keri, and uh, that’s all the info they’d need to want to hurt me. I never used to feel this way until I was abused and put into danger. I am still at a point where sometimes I’ll look at Ken and think “oh… he wouldn’t love me, he’d want to punch me in the face actually, he’d want to [insert vile things my abuser would say here] because I am the exception to kindness, I am only lovable through immense violence” which… haha… isn’t good, holy shit. But I’m doing a lot better than I was, let’s say… 6 months ago. Way better. I’m self shipping again, even if it’s slowly but surely, even if I don’t really fully “trust” that I’d be loved and protected, I’m… what’s it called, faking it til you make it? I’m trying to write and draw and imagine my F/Os being protective as much as I can, because I need that so badly, until my brain finally believes it. And it’s actually worked for some characters!

This is why a lot of my recent F/Os that are known for being incredibly violent and brutal (i.e. Mike and the Salamanca Twins from BrBa, Patrick Bateman from AP, Lloyd Hansen from The Gray Man) I’ll often call “my bodyguards”, and why a lot of the times when I post about self shipping it’s stuff like my F/Os taking care of me when I’m physically sick from the cptsd flashbacks, hugging me after nightmares, promising me they won’t let someone touch me again, etc. I didn’t used to self ship like this until [gesturing vaguely to the last year and a half] that stuff happened.

SO— I rambled about all of that to you just now because I wonder if that’s what made you ask me if I was a possibly a system. I’ve heard DID can blossom from traumatic events and … judging from [slow blink] the last year and a half, I wouldn’t be surprised if my horrific experiences had turned into, or will turn into, something. eventually. However, I feel like the protective F/Os thing is just a combination of losing a special interest of three years very unexpectedly and violently, and the depression that came with losing that stability/routine/main comfort of that + bearing the ache of isolation and feeling miserable and lonely because I don’t have those characters to rely on anymore + cptsd and depression just in general. But! again! I wouldn’t know for sure!

I find it extremely interesting that you are a system who looked at Me and thought “oh is Keri also a system?” this is the first time someone’s asked me that, so I’m genuinely intrigued. If you want to respond please feel free! Also props to you if you actually read this entire thing lolol I’m so sorry for rambling so much there.

#anonymous #asks

[madmaryholiday]

tonight's silent hill ascension had another fuckup

rachel had a choice of what to tell her husband, and the community said "the truth."

the scene which played out was her angrily denying him information. now the decision shown MIGHT'VE been for a previous segment and just put up as a reminder, but it's weird that the decision banner didn't match the scene being shown.

i'm more inclined to think that this was just a technical fuckup, since this time, the community successfully completing all 3 QTE segments did end with "rachel endured successfully."

i think about half or 2/3 of the content was QTE segments (exactly the same sequence of animations as the previous ones, but with a different character model going through it). i really hope they plan to have different scenes for the QTE segments eventually.

like i know it must be expensive to animate all the choices and stuff, but goddamn, man. i think the sequences are literally the same. if nothing else, they're gonna get BORING if we have to keep doing exactly the same prompts over exactly the same scenes every damn day.

there miiiight be enough story now to justify watching a catch-up video? i'm still not sure what's going on tbh. i mean i know the broad strokes, but it feels like they're still just....waffling around in the setup.

i think in-story, they definitely are still in the setup phase, but breaking up the segments over multiple days like this makes it feel more drawn-out. i wish the story segments were longer each day so we could progress past this initial introductory phase faster.

i guess since the QTE segments are the same every time, i HAVE had more time to actually look at the monsters. i like the hanging ones. they have weird spaghetti arms that i'd like to see be more grabby like the tentacles in the final boss fight of sh2, but i guess there's time for them to do more stuff later. the dog enemies are also nicely gross-looking. lots of teeth and slime.

(oooh, i'm listening to the after-show broadcast, and the guy talking mentioned that yamaoka was inspired by skinny puppy when it came to music for the early silent hill games. this makes a LOT of sense, given how weird and dark and creepy skinny puppy's music is. honestly, i'm surprised that, knowing this, they haven't brought the band--or at least the frontman--in to do music for the franchise already.)

oh, they're acknowledging the fuckup from yesterday. apparently the catch-up video has the right scene. i'm guessing the same will be true for the fuckup today (assuming that was a fuckup and not just a poorly-worded reminder of a previous scene).

idk that i'll do recaps like this every night, but as things catch my attention, i'll probably post about them.

#silent hill ascension

[not-a-space-alien]

What do you think gay men are attracted to in men that they can’t be attracted to in women?

It can’t be anything about femininity or masculinity obviously. That’s both sexist, and cultural so can’t be what drives men-only attraction.

It can’t be anything about stated identity because someone could lie just as easily as they could tell the truth in such a statement, and it makes no sense because homosexuality and heterosexuality exists in other species with no stated identities. It’s not like other animals without gender are all pan.

Saying idk it’s the vibes or some indescribable trait men have that women can’t but “I can’t explain” is a nonanswer.

Soooooooo what is it? Or do you think any sexuality but bi/pan is just cultural performance or an identity rather than an inborn orientation?

- [ ]

I'm not sure what prompted this but sexual orientation, like sex and gender identity, operates on fuzzy categories such that there is no way to rigidly define parts of it in a way that includes all of X and excludes all of Y 100% of the time. You can't walk up a gay man and demand he explains what exact criteria determines whether or not he's attracted to someone in a way that excludes everyone he's not attracted to because that's not how attraction works. I'm attracted to men with long hair but it's not like if I find out a man with long hair is actually a woman that somehow invalidates that attraction or means I'm not actually attracted to men with long hair. It's also not like a gay man is attracted to every single man and not attracted at all to every single woman, because again that's not how it works. People can find certain features that appear predominantly in one sex or another attractive such as body hair or big muscles or broad stature and because they're mostly attracted to men because of that and then identify as gay doesn't mean they're making an equivocal statement about sex and gender for everyone else. Please don't treat orientation like a science where there are objective, clearly defined categories that human beings can be objectively sorted into. Labels are only meaningful in social contexts and are broad strokes to define a huge variety of experiences. The idea that because something is "cultural" means it can't be driving attraction, as though attraction is a static, innate biological trait, is a fallacy and not true. I find effeminate men and masculine women attractive and that's probably been informed by the cultural context I grew up in where these things were rare. That doesn't make my attraction fake or less meaningful. If I identified as an identity only attracted to men but I was still only attracted to feminine men that wouldn't mean I'm saying men I'm not attracted to aren't men, that's just me having a type. Like there are factors other than gender, sex, and orientation that determine attraction and it's borderline homophobic to suggest having an orientation that isn't bi/pan is somehow fake or less meaningful. I think maybe you need to reevaluate how you view orientation because you have proposed a weird false dichotomy between identities as cultural performance vs identities as some immutable, inborn trait as though basically everything humans do isn't some nebulous mix of cultural performance and genetic predisposition. Identity and cultural performance are integral to the human experience even in tons of areas outside the concept of gender and orientation and not somehow meaningless.

The entire premise of this question is flawed. I try to say this gently because it's possible you're just some baby gay who doesn't know anything about anything and is genuinely curious and this isn't bad to ask at all but if this was asked in bad faith please know I'm extremely aware of how bad actors can use this train of thought to purposefully force people into a debate where they back into terf or homophobic talking points as a "gotcha"

#asks #anon

[carnal-lnstinct]

Aaah here i am again hoping i’m not being annoying with my simping lol

If you’re interested can i request some more raditzxblack reader nsfw using the "you can give me another one, can't you baby? for me, please?" prompt? (And yes this time with reader in the dom seat :3c )

Listen when it comes to Raditz I'm right there with ya ♥ aint nothing annoying about it! idk what it is about him, but I am compelled to make it be the nastiest, raw encounter. I also forgot how important his tail was supposed to be in this but now we'll just chalk it up to the power of himbo love™ that makes him complaisant, not even Raditz can withstand black girl magic✨

Pairing: Raditz x Black Female Reader ( Requested by @emmacornell​ ) Rating: Mature / 18+. Minors DNI Prompt: "you can give me another one, can't you baby? for me, please?" Warning: ( explicit language, overstimulation, mention of toys, implied creampie, implied boob job, oral - male receiving, size difference, and redeemed!raditz because why not ♥ )

The large saiyan trembled from his chest to his toes with fistfuls of the sheets around him, drunk on blissful fulfillment when his orgasm rocked through his whole body and shattered his otherwise rugged composure. His hips rutted against your body, rubbing himself through each hot pulse pushing cum from the tip of his oversensitive cock onto you. With a well-pleased grin on your full lips and a sensuous chuckle, you continued to hold your breasts firm around his length, caressing the twitchy piece in their warm embrace to coax every pearly drop from his orgasm. Your natural brown chest was thoroughly decorated in a layer of thick cum, adding onto a previous load and falling into your cleavage to create a slick sound in the way he roll his cock between them. To the last, stubborn bead dripping from his slit.

There was another load hidden in the dips of your thighs, too. You shifted your own legs and the slick texture between them, at home in their clutch was a small vibration pressed to your own sensitive bud that had coaxed his cum out of you a while ago along with your own arousal. You give a satisfying hum as you managed to get the buzzing to rub you just the right way when you leaned further to lap the remaining seed from his tip. Your ears were filled with nothing but pitiful croaks from the saiyan once you hungrily sucked on the swollen head, wanting more. Answered only by the feeling of his legs growing restless beneath you and a deep, strangled groan from his throat.

With your impish smirk, you gaze up through your lashes at him. "What's wrong? Do you like fucking my breasts that much?" You cooed to Raditz after popping his head from your lips, licking your lips clean of his flavor. There was something immensely pleasant looking up at him from this angle, you couldn't help but ogle the rise and fall of his broad chest and his flushed face peeking just over to look back down at you. The sight of your sinful display just told him you were not done with him yet. Your chest and cunt were coated with his seed already, how much more could a mere human desire of him? It shouldn't even make sense for him to be this fragile under your ministrations. He's stronger, and just earlier had you pinned with your legs to your bouncing chest begging for him to fill your pussy with his seed. It was like you changed right under his nose to match the visceral fucking he gave to you and turned it against him. Normally one would have to be even stronger than he was or take advantage of his tail to gain this kind of leverage over him.

But how you spoke so smoothly and firm to him, every affectionate word honest of your desires and attractively crude in how raw your intentions for him truly were touched some innate nerve in him that lead the saiyan to be swayed to your advantage without a fight. Oh, you did more than match his energy. You challenged it, and brought Raditz to dissolve into a horny mass of muscle for you, needing you to milk his cock over and over from how aroused he became under your influence. It just added to his own impulse to give you his everything. All that you wanted from him, he would do without hesitation. The sensation of being like this with you just encouraged his enthusiam to submit to you.

Your dark eyes flashed him with frisky intent. "You came again, but you're still this damn hard." You mused aloud feeling his stiff cock twitch between your breasts again. You withdraw his cock from your breasts and affectionately stroke the swollen mass in its fullest size from head to base, your other hand reaching between your legs and pulling the bullet vibe from between them. "My baby just likes it when I make him cum."

"(Y/n)...please.." Raditz rasped desperately in his submission, his mind foggy in his blissed-out state with his large fingers curling more into the sheets and black pupils vanishing behind his eyelids. He hears your buzzing toy's volume increase for a moment, detecting how it muffled against your hand. It suddenly aroused his entire body when he felt the bullet vibrate across his tip and press into the overstimulated crown of his cock, causing delicious gasps and whines jerking out against his will. Raditz writhe under the sparks of pleasure it fed into him, his wild mane managing to get caught underneath his arms and tangling around his lengthy tail. You observed in utter delight the crescendo of a golden glow fading in and out, then erratically around his tense muscles and heated face.

"You can give me another one, can't you baby? For me, please?" You gently begged with that impish grin again, circling the bullet around his head as you held his erection with your other hand.

"Y-yes! Yes, please!" The saiyan howled, cock jerking in your grasp. "Please make me cum, p-please make me c-cum!"

"That's my baby." You uttered adoringly, dropping the bullet from your hand in your excitement. "That's my big guy." You eagerly climbed up onto his lap and straddled his hips, wasting no time seating yourself onto his large cock and enjoying how easily it sank into your soaking cunt as you adjusted yourself upon it. Enthralled by how much warmer it felt inside you with inklings of his faded super saiyan energy still tingling around before it dropped away, encouraging you to start riding into his lap. Driven to ignite that feeling again. Raditz sat up on an elbow and wrapped his other arm around you to buck into you deep, leaning you closer to latch onto one of your nipples, sucking in not only your natural flavor but a bit of his own cum as well without hesitation. It didn't matter what your body was covered with if it was also his body to please to his own delight. They are his breasts to soak with cum, his breasts to suck and pinch. His body, his beautifully umber body to plunge into ecstasy with, making sure to be just as attentive to your other breast as he desperately humped into the bounce of your ass in his lap. In the heat of the moment, he was intoxicated by the alluring smell of your scented skin in his face along with his own musk mixing into it, as it should be.

As it always will.

#♚ ;; [ requests ] #my writing #raditz x reader #raditz imagine #raditz #black reader #black y/n #dbz imagine #dbz fics #dbz #nsft #lemon #♚ ;; [ asks ]

[maskspurpose]

for superhero fic: 2, 8 (besides wtei), 9 for fine reunion: 7 for tori, 20, 22 and 13, 21 in general

Oh my god hiiii who are you <3 Putting these under a cut bc of how much I wrote LMAO

Superhero AU

2: How did you get the idea to write this?

WataEi week on twitter had a list of prompts and one of them included hero/villain au which made me think about how those are like... complicated and interesting roles for wataru and eichi respectively since theyve both played the protagonist and antagonist and how this could be an AU where you can explore that and another theme (masks) in a really fun way. It kinda like. appeared in my head fully formed especially bc superhero comics are a past special interest i've come back to a couple of times now.

8: Which character is gonna have the biggest storyline?

I meant to follow the broad strokes of ES1 main story and just retell it in this new framing device or rather like... see where it goes from there, so it would probably end up being Tori or Hokuto depending on where the dice of my focus falls. In a version of the story I was thinking about doing a type of monster of the week format similar to how many magical girl shows do it where the monster in question is like... the manifestation of the Mental Issues someone is having so I think in that version a lot of them have the potential to get a day in the spotlight.

Thinking about it some more though I really enjoy the worldbuilding I did for Yuzuru so. Honestly he's also a big candidate. It just feeds really well into a lot of the stuff that's happening.

9: Is there anything in the fic you're not so excited about writing?

I got extremely stuck on the worldbuilding and overarching plot and how to make it work without it being boring (bc of how much of it is retelling the main story) and also just... making the kinda complex morality stuff I wanna highlight work in a kinda cartoony setting?

The other thing is smaller but Wataru alternates pronouns depending on their identity in this story (at least in Eichi's POV) and keeping that straight is a headache and a half for me tbh.

fine reunion

7: What are your plans for Tori?

Okay so the setup of this fic is, essentially, what if EP:Link bad end where fine ends up disbanding, which means... you kind of have to imagine Tori's development re: the rest of fine as being stuck in that specific point in time? The last selfish thing he asked for didn't come true, so what does that mean... in this case it means he's suspicious of Wataru and passively pissed despite being aware that it's not fully justified.

I think at the same time he's grown more independent. He's grown up in a lot of ways that we can also see in ES2 and I think has become a lot more savvy and aware of unsavory business practices both by his own family and others. I think out of fine he's the one who seems like he's changed the most simply by virtue of being the one who had the most growing up to do. I think he's both become a bit more like Eichi in the roles he fills and a lot less like Eichi in how he does it? And where it all goes... we shall see!

20: Give a vague description of something that will happen without revealing too much

fine reunion album tour. four people with pent up emotional issues. in one bus and/or hotel room.

22: Will this fic include more angst or more fluff?

The reason I'm like willing to write it is because ultimately I want to lean towards fluff? I think there's ways to do this that get angsty really quickly and my original concept for it was leaning into that but ultimately I wanna focus on like... the fact that yes if fine split up these characters would stay the same in some ways but just how much personal growth is up to you as a person and imo one of the now most important things abt fine which is that they are together as a unit because they like each other and want to be.

There's still gonna be some angst and some topics are unavoidable just bc it will touch on like. idk a large part of the premise is that Eichi is doing the whole reunion bc he's doing an early retirement as an idol because of his health (no acute reasons and more of a precaution but it's still. yknow) and that Wataru left after EP:Link to become an actor. So there's issues.

General Questions:

13: Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you haven't mentioned you're gonna do?

No promises but I still want to write something about Wataru and Keito working together on a script for Dramatica and what that would entail. I also wanna do a 5+1-ish (4+1?) thing/series about Wataru kissing the other eccentrics or something.

Part of me wants to one day do a collaboration on something with my boyfriend but we'd have to figure out the mechanics and I haven't brought it up to him yet, soooo 🤫🤫🤫

21: Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?

Originally I was going to do a proper sequel to the Watareichi fic I wrote that's been shrinking in scope for a variety of reasons (less interest in writing wtrei as anything but exes, dissatisfaction with the fic it'd be a sequel to). There's a longer version of the Wataru & HiMERU drabble I wrote that'll never be done because uuuuuuh I really don't care for HiMERU anymore.

I have this whole AU i plotted out at some point where Wataru and Mama have a unit together bc I thought it'd be funny for a unit swap prompt but ultimately that's probably never going to happen.

IDK I have WIPs from fandoms I'm no longer in does that count?

#enstars / #ask meme #thank you for the questions <333

[pinky-the-elephant-room]

It ain't cheating if it happened only once

® AN: I'm back in Idk how long but it's been a min. I wrote a prompt for @liliesoftherain who's also a bitch that's been MIA. But whatever I'm here now though I can't say that for Lilie LOL.

® Warnings: Bakugou x Fem Reader. Contains cheating, married reader, explicit sex, degradation, oral sex, blow job, some spanking? rough sex, and voyeurism. Read at your own risk.

® Summary: Your neighbor is none other than pro hero Dynamight and your husband is gone. What he doesn't know won't hurt him.

® ® ® ®

In the luxury apartments where Y/N resided with her husband, the sunset was casting a morose orange light as it dipped through the skyline. And from the window she was peeking through, that amount of sunshine was the perfect backdrop for the picturesque sight in front of her. 

The color in her cheeks rose as he pulled the tight black undershirt he wore over his head. While the explosive hero used his garment to wipe his tired, sweaty face, Y/N watched his toned chest with rapture.

Her husband didn’t look like that she couldn't help but think. And immediately, she felt guilt replace that thought. Of course, he didn’t look like a pro hero. Her husband was a salaryman. Boring and safe, but a good man. He didn’t deserve this despite the fact he wouldn’t ever know that Y/N was making eyes at their ridiculously good-looking neighbor. 

Well, that wasn’t true. She did a lot more than make eyes, but it wasn't bad! And even then it was harmless.

But not harmless enough for Bakugou to ignore it. 

She remembered how a particular morning on the elevator it felt like she was getting through to Bakugou that there might have been something in return. Only for her husband to come calling after her and ruining everything.

Y/N remembered the way Bakugou’s amber eyes widened and then narrowed in anger. He didn’t say anything else and her idiotic husband proceeded to quietly fawn over Bakugou who ignored the praise and stormed off.  

Now Bakugou wouldn’t look twice at her and it was eating her alive.

As if someone was burning holes in her, the sensation broke her out of her thoughts and she met his searing gaze. They exchanged looks and it felt like hours the way they communicated with their eyes. Bakugou’s face became smug and he broke contact with a smirk. 

She felt humiliation awash over her and felt her eyes prickle with emotion. Despite her mortification, she couldn’t help but find his broad shoulders and toned back enticing as he walked away. She turned around and dashed off into the bedroom that she shared with her husband. 

Y/N flopped on her bed dramatically and then grabbed the nearest pillow to bury her face in. 

She was a terrible person. Of course, it was wrong for her to be doing this in her husband’s absence. But he left her alone for months on end for business trips. She would have felt a little better about herself if her husband had done the obvious and had an affair during the trips. But she knew that boring, emotionally unavailable man was too buried in work to even consider it. 

Besides, if Bakugou didn’t want anyone to look, maybe he should have drawn his blinds and then changed! 

She just wanted to be loved, and a bigger part of her wanted to be wrecked by her neighbor until she was nothing but a drooling, needy mess. Was that really so wrong?

 As her thoughts spiraled with inappropriate images, she let out a frustrated groan and squished her face against the pillow. She smelled the familiar lavender shampoo that she used last night during her shower and had fallen asleep with wet hair. The scent soothed her inner turmoil yet not enough to diminish the bubbling desire inside of her.

A knock awoke from her daydreams, and she sat up, startled. Who could that be? It wasn’t her husband; he wasn't due to be back till next month. Another knock came urgent and insistent, so she got up with a huff and was about to march out of her bedroom when she noticed she was still in her tank top and boy shorts. 

Y/N hesitated and wanted to at least put on a sweater when once again, a knock alarmed her. 

Annoyed, she sprinted to the door. And without even bothering to check, Y/N yanked open the door and snapped, “What is it? Why do you keep-”

She stopped mid-sentence, astounded – gawked at the man in front of her.

 Bakugou stood there with his arms crossed, pensive, and brows furrowed.

“What? Finish the sentence,” he barked, his arms loosened and hung by his side. His hands curled into tight fists and he looked like a minute away from blasting his quirk.

“Nothing!” Y/N yelped. “Please, come in.” She tried to soften her voice, hoping that would help alleviate his foul mood. 

It didn’t seem to have an effect judging by his face but he nevertheless took the invitation and stiffly walked inside the apartment. 

Bakugou looked around and seemed a bit uncomfortable in the surroundings. 

“You know I’m surprised to see you here.”

“Why? I can’t come here?”

“No! I mean we haven’t talked in a while. I thought maybe you didn’t want to …” Y/N looked down at the floor, unable to keep eye contact. “Keep talking to me.”

“I didn’t want to. We shouldn’t be,” Bakugou began. “Why didn’t you tell me you were married?” At this question, she felt his demanding gaze bore into her. 

“Because…” Y/N became speechless; she couldn’t fathom that he came over to have this conversation when they spent the last few weeks pretending that neither knew each other. A part of her also didn't want to voice her selfish reasoning either.

 “I didn’t think it was important,” she replied in a quiet voice after a few mins of hesitation.

It was wrong to say as Bakugou became even more incensed.

“It wasn’t important? It WASN'T IMPORTANT?” His volume got louder and louder until he was practically screaming in her face. 

“What the fuck were you thinking? Of course, it’s important!”

Bakugou came closer and closer until he crowded her until Y/N took a step back. But he didn’t allow her to go too far because he grabbed her arm and brought her chest to chest.

“You’re so shameless. I see the way you keep looking at me. You can’t help yourself, can you?” 

“That’s not true I-.” She swallowed heavily, unable to utter another word. A rush of shame and need coiled inside of her.

“Liar!” he barked close to her face—a puff of hot air tousled wisps of her bound hair.

“Just now through the window, you were eyeing me like … like you’ve never seen a shirtless man before.”

Bakugou spat those words out like an accusation, and she was the sinner being made to confess to her crimes. But it was a fruitless endeavor, and she hardly felt any guilt. 

She mustered up her courage and stared back defiantly at him.

“And? Are you going to arrest me, Dynamight?”

“Hah? You got a death wish?” his sweaty hands tightened around her wrist and she could smell whiffs of caramel emanating from Bakugou.

Not wasting another moment Y/N pulled him close and slanted her lips over his. Except Bakugou stood there unresponsive, not at all swayed. She pulled back angrily and shoved him. Not that it did much. He stayed steady and his chest felt warm and inviting. 

“Kiss me back, coward.”

A flicker of amusement in his eyes diminished as a scowl overcame his face.

“Don’t regret it later,” Bakugou muttered before he responded with a kiss of his own.

Keeping his hand secure behind Y/N’s head, he maneuvered and backed her up against the wall near the front door. 

Y/N groaned, feeling him cage her and tilt her head just enough so he had access to her neck. She shuddered as his sharp teeth laid their mark and his tongue followed up with a soothing reprieve. 

“Bakugou!” she gasped, running her hands up his black shirt and then settling them onto his shoulders.

Bakugou groaned her name and kissed her — entangling their tongues together and sucking and repeating that several times over until she was numb with pleasure and wasn’t aware of anything around her but him.

God, he even tasted sweet. She could feel his rough hands around her waist. Bunching up her top as he hurriedly pulled it up. She tried to wiggle to help him, but she couldn’t precisely focus when he was biting her lip. He separated himself from her, taking heaving breaths before frantically kissing her. 

His hands gave up on pulling her tank top over, he instead pulled down her tank top straps, and she helped by yanking it down further. Her chest now bare, he enclosed her chest with his hands. 

It was his touch that gave her pause. Earlier he was licking and grabbing anywhere he could reach as if he was desperate to keep her. As if he was afraid that someone would come to separate the two of them at any moment. But as he lavished his warm tongue to encircle her chest slowly- as if tracing and memorizing each detail, he was truly enjoying himself. 

She tugged his blonded tresses as he suckled from her. The moan that escaped him sent tingles throughout her body. Her vaginal walls made phantom spasms that squeezed around nothing, and she could feel herself getting wetter in her shorts. 

“Fuck!” he panted as he looked up at her. “I’m taking you right now. Can’t wait anymore.”

“Bedroom,” Y/N managed as he hoisted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. 

As Bakuguou strode through her apartment with steadfast footsteps, Y/N hoped to return the favor by covering his neck in lovebites.

She nibbled on his warm skin as she inhaled the scent of rubble and burnt caramel.

“Right or left,” his chest rumbled, and Y/N pointed to the bedroom she was in earlier.

He didn’t stop until he dumped her on the bed and then immediately started to shed his clothes. 

She watched him, enraptured by his physique. It wasn’t fair. No one should look like that. Bakugous’s happy trail of blond hair made his soft yet girthy cock look mouthwateringly tantalizing. So, when he approached, climbing on the bed and pushing her down– she reached out with her hands and grasped his cock. 

“Let me taste you, please,” she coaxed low and sultry.

He was on top of her, not exactly letting her up, but he positioned himself exactly above her mouth. Y/N had to balance herself on her forearm, but she could lean to tentatively lick the head of his cock. 

Y/N felt him shudder, but he didn’t pull away. So, she took it as permission and took as much as she could of him and sucked.

It was funny because she didn’t like giving blowjobs. It was a chore when she had to do it for her husband so that he would reciprocate eventually, whereas Bakugou could leave her high and dry — she wouldn't even be mad. It was gross, saliva dripping from her mouth, but she’s never been so turned on in her life.

She felt him take a fistful of her hair and pulled himself out of her mouth.

“On your knees,” he hoarsely demanded. 

Y/N a little shook, awkwardly managed. She just made herself comfortable before she felt his hands on the shorts that she still somehow had on. He slid it down until it pooled around her knees and got stuck. She didn’t get to tug it off as Bakugou nudged her legs aside and settled over her. He didn’t waste time and lined himself against her entrance. 

Y/N choked when he didn’t give her time to adjust and shoved his fat cock inside of her.

Her body quivered from the force of his thrusts and she clutched the bedsheets desperately. His balls smacked against her creating this salacious wet sound that got her tightening around his cock.

“You like that? You been waiting for this cock, huh?” he muttered as he kissed her shoulder quickly.

Bakugou wasn’t loud like her husband was even as he was vigorously fucking her into the bed. His breathing was harsh, a groan here and there. But nothing like the loudmouth that he usually was. He was reserved in his responses not giving away how much he wanted her. It made her feel frustrated because she felt like molten lava and she voiced it, crying out for him. She wanted the same from him. Wanted him to express that he felt the same agony she did watching and craving him from afar. 

Y/N tried to focus on something else in vain other than the man pressing down on her. 

Then she noticed the bedsheets. It was the infamous sakura patterned ones.

Infamous because it reminded her of last year’s anniversary. How she had in vain made an effort to celebrate their wedding anniversary only for her husband to come home late with nothing to show for it. He only claimed that he had forgotten and would make it up to her tomorrow. He did half-heartedly by taking her out and fucking her lazily on these same sheets. She remembered desolately staring up at the ceiling. Hating her husband and the sakura patterned bed sheets.

A smack to her bottom jolted her back to the present.

“Where you at? When I’m fucking you, you better be only thinking about me.”

“Bakugou!” she cried out when she felt his fingers rub her clit to the rhythm of his thrusts. 

It was too much. The bedsheets, his cock being a perfect fit, and his thick calloused fingers pressing against her sensitive nub. Soon she was cumming, taking Bakugou by surprise and pulling him along for the ride.

He came inside and coated her walls white as he slumped on top of her sweaty body. He pulled her close, not minding the moisture and licking the saltiness from her skin. 

Y/N chuckled, not feeling guilty in the least. She felt liberated and accomplished in her wrongdoings. 

“I’m alone,” she started. To which he grunted absentmindedly, nipping the tops of her breasts.

“I’m completely alone for the next month,” she said, leaving the invitation open for him.

He snorted, "Not if I have something to say about that.”

#bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #bakugo katuski #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki #mha katsuki #katsuki x reader #katsuki x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo headcanons #bakugou #katsuki bakugō #kacchan

[metalbuckaroo]

OKAY HERE WE GO. HERE WE GO, READY FOR THIS?

Professor!Bucky work the prompts- “you’ve got a pretty mouth.” and “this could get me fired.”

👀🥴

Idk jack shit ab college, but I'd go to his class 🥴

Warnings: cursing, smutty, oral (male receiving) age gap (reader in her 20s, bucky im his 30s)

Smut below cut, minors dni 18 plus only

You figured all college professors were either old or women, until, Professor James Barnes came in to replace your American History professor who retired.

The tall, broad man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes always talked with so much passion, you couldn't help but listen intently to his melodic voice. His hands always moving as he talked and walked in the front of the lecture room, long, thick legs carrying him with each stride.

Bucky had taken notice of you; one of the few that hadn't already tried to jerk his pants down for a grade. Though, he'd refused the offers.

He'd noticed how mesmerized you'd be when he was talking; wondering what was going on in that brain when he'd make eye contact for a few moments.

When he dismissed everyone, you stood to gather your things; stopping when your name was called from the front of the room. "I need to talk to you about your last essay." Bucky said, sitting a stack of papers on his desk. "Yeah, of course." You nodded, lifting your bag to your shoulder and walking down to where he was stood.

He took the essay from a drawer in his desk and moved to stand next to you. "It was wonderful, but-" he inhaled a deep breath, paper in his metallic left hand as he leaned to talk about different things on the essay; head bent so his large frame was a little more level with you.

The closer he got, the harder it was to think or listen, his cologne filling your senses as he pointed things out that you didn't even listen to.

Your head was too busy swimming with what hid under the button up shirt that fit his torso and arms perfectly, and what his large, contrasting hands could do; not to mention what his entrancing voice would say.

A strong hand against the middle of your back grounded you, Bucky looking down at you with a slightly amused look. "Everything alright?"

You released the inside of your cheek from between your teeth and nodded, swallowing thickly. "Yeah, everything is fine." You assured, giving a soft smile. "Am I making you nervous? You've barely breathed." He chuckled, hand barely slipping down your back.

You exhaled and shook your head as he turned to stand in front of you, sitting the paper back onto the desk. "Overall, it's a great paper. Just work on what I told you. Which is?" He said, testing to see if you had listened.

Mentally cursing yourself, you open your mouth to try to think of what to say, only to press your lips into a thin line and look up at him. "You weren't listening to a damn thing were you?" He stepped closer, cocking his head to the side. "What were you thinking about?"

Bucky didn't know what the hell he was doing as he lifted his hand to hold your chin, waiting for a sign that told him to stop; instead getting another soft smile. "Nothing." You shrugged. "I think I may have an idea of what it was."

Bucky didn't know what the hell he was doing when he held your chin in his right hand, waiting for a sign to stop but getting another soft smile in return. "Yeah?" You mused, his tongue running along his bottom lip.

"Door locks when it shuts, tell me to stop and I swear I will." He said softly, fingers ghosting down the side of your neck.

Shaking your head, you reached your hands to pull him down; his plump lips molding to yours in a kiss that was all tongue and gnashed teeth.

Bucky had lost his footing for a moment, taking a step forward as his hands grabbed your hips to pull your body flush to his. Your fingers tugged at the knot in his tie to loosen it, untucking his shirt from his waistband before popping some of the buttons open.

He pulled away when you reached the last button, thumb tracing over your lips. "You've got a pretty mouth." He panted, free hand tugging at the leather of his belt. "On your knees, sweetheart."

You nodded and sank down to your knees one at a time, hands flat against his thighs before replacing his with your own at the button of his slacks.

Bucky huffed a moan when you started biting light marks along his waistband, leaving marks to remember this moment as your fingers prodding at the fastening of them.

You leaned away when his hand dipped into the front of his pants, biting your bottom lip between your teeth as you look up at him; being met with an equally expectant look. "You sure?"

You breathed a soft yeah, mouth watering at the sight of his hand wrapped tightly around his thick, veiny shaft; metal hand tangling in the back of your hair as his cock slipped between your lips.

You moaned at the taste of the silky skin, Bucky's head tilting back in a hushed groan when you took more of him; going until he hit the back of your throat.

Flattening your tongue around him, you could feel the throbbing vein that ran on the underside of his cock. "Doin' so good. Pop some of them buttons open, show me what's underneath." He panted, watching as you worked at the buttons of your blouse; not stopping your movements as the lacy bra under your top was revealed.

The hushed sounds coming from the man above you made arousal pool in your underwear, his cock throbbing in your mouth signaled he was already close.

You moved your hand to cup his balls, gently rolling them in your palm as he bucked his hips into your mouth.

"Shit- tongue out." Bucky hissed, pulling you away so he could stroke himself; his tip resting against your tongue as hot spurts of his release shot into your mouth and he let out soft grunts and pants.

Your eyes didn't look from his pleasure ridden face as you locked your lips around his tip once more, swirling your tongue around it and swallowing everything he'd given you.

Bucky's chest heaved as you stood, pulling you in by the waist to press his tongue into your mouth again; lifting you onto the desk.

"This could get me fired." He breathed, fumbling with the button of your jeans. "Not if no one knows." You smiled, leaning back on your elbows.

He smirked at you and dipped his head to pepper kisses along your chest. Anticipation bubbled in your chest the lower his lips traveled, fingers hooked in the band of your jeans.

Until you looked at the clock and sighed, making Bucky lift his head to look at you. "What?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed. "I have a lecture in ten minutes." You muttered.

He rested his forehead against your chest, huffing out a breath before standing. "Guess we'll just have to wait. Huh, sweetheart?" He smirked, tucking his cock back into his slacks and buttoning his shirt.

You nodded, lips tugging into a half smile as you fixed your own clothes. "Until next time."

#professor!bucky #professor!bucky smut #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes smut

[pinkandblueblurbs]

EMILY PRENTISS‼️‼️‼️‼️🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 oh man i’m so bad at requests i just like fluff :p 🙏 IDK MAYBE LIKE nighttime fluff? LIKE dancing under the stars after a long case or something like that 🏃 BYE i literally just love her 🧍‍♂️

this is so cute bby! i hope u enjoy. sorry it’s gonna probably be short af lmao. ily boo 😚😚

Emily Prentiss x GN!reader. Dancing, romance, light insomnia/trouble sleeping, fluff, kissing

word count: 749

You stir slightly from a deep slumber, arm extending to your side in search of the warm form that you’d fallen asleep beside. You’re met with nothing but cool sheets, leading you to raise your head in confusion, eyes flitting around the dark room. It’s lit only by moonlight, and the door to the master bathroom is open, the void interior confusing you further.

You step out of bed, bare feet meeting the cold floor as you make your way out into the hall. You spot faint, warm light bleeding up the stairs, confirming your suspicions as to Emily’s whereabouts. You pad quietly down to the lower floor, following the illumination until you come to the kitchen doorway.

Emily’s form is visible under the hanging light fixture, its glow soft thanks to the dimmer switch, and she’s sitting in a raised stool at the counter as she nurses a cup of tea.

“Couldn’t sleep?” You murmur softly, feeling a pang of guilt when your voice startles her from her thoughts. Upon seeing you her features relax, and a small smile paints her lips as she shakes her head.

“Nah. Too tired to sleep, I guess.” She quips, and you form a smile of your own as you walk over to her. She’s taller than you on the high seat, the perfect height for you to lean your head on her shoulder, which is exactly what you do.

Her body radiates warmth, and her familiar, cozy, subtly floral scent soothes your senses. You turn, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to the side of her face. She smiles a bit wider, but it’s not quite good enough for you. You can still feel how tense she is against your side.

“Em…” you murmur, reaching out to curl your fingers around her hand where it rests on the counter. “C’mere” you pull away from her a bit, gently coaxing her to her feet with a soft tug on her hand

“What?” She eyes you confusedly as she rises, deep brown irises searching yours. You struggle for a moment to not be distracted, taken captive by her beauty.

“Remember our first date? Or first real one.” You murmur, smiling up at her. Amusement flashes in her eyes.

“How could I forget? That guy threw up liquor all over the dance floor, we had to leave the club-“ you roll your eyes, batting softly at her arm as you let out a breathy laugh.

“Do you remember dancing?” You prompt, once again guiding her by her hand towards the sliding glass door leading onto your brick-laid patio. She turns to look at you, the smile that she wears finally nearing its usual width as you open the door.

“Of course I do. How you managed to find a club that played slow music is beyond me-“

“Will you stop” you laugh, stepping out into the brisk night air and pulling her out after you “It was couple’s night, or something- that’s not the point, I’m trying to be sentimental!”

“Right, right, sorry” there’s that grin you love- it’s slightly teasing, now, but it’s broad and genuine, and manifests real joy. You put your arms on her shoulders, and her hands fall naturally to your waist.

“Let’s Fall in Love for the Night started playing,” she nods as you speak, starting to hum the familiar melody, and as her voice meets your ears your heart swells. “and you pulled me in just like this, and we started to sway.”

Your feet move synchronously to the tune Emily hums, bodies swaying together to the soft sound as you both relive the memory. You’re pleased to see she’s still smiling, all teasing undertones gone.

“We both leaned forward, until our foreheads met,” you do so now, her skin warm in contrast to the cool air, “and we just looked at one another.” Her eyes seem to sparkle with the reflection of the stars above, her breath fans over your lips as she continues to hum.

“And then you kissed me.” You tilt your head up, eyes falling shut, and Emily falls silent as your lips connect to hers. She tastes sweet, and a bit floral thanks to the tea, and the movement of her lips and tongue is soft and effortless against your own. You drink one another in, the kiss deep and lingering, and you can feel the very last of her worries melt away into it. Finally she pulls away, pillowy lips glistening and eyes tender. When she speaks her voice is a whisper.

“Thank you.”

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss imagine #emily prentiss fluff #criminal minds #criminal minds fluff #emily prentiss x female reader

[fruitcoops]

hi eve ! i was wondering if you could write a fic where coops are at home just doing stuff and suddenly the electricity goes out because of a thunderstorm like it did that night at dumo's ? and coops just sit there and reminisce ? (man i hope that is how you spell that word, english isn't my first language hahah) idk i just thought that would be neat

There isn’t a lot of sitting and reminiscing, but this prompt was just too cute to pass up. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for making out (courtesy of an anon who was enjoying the hot tub fic) and mentioned future spice

Remus’ hand was halfway to the popcorn bowl when the house went dark. The tv shut off, the dishwasher went silent, and the comforting hum of the fridge disappeared. “Uh. Hmm.”

There was a rustle next to him. “Did the power just go out?”

“I think so. Hang on a second.” Remus stood and padded toward the living room window, wrapping his arms around himself to stave off the chill as their heating cut off; the coming winter would be harsh. Outside, he saw nothing but a row of dark houses and car headlights in the distance under the place traffic lights should have been. Frost crept along the corner of the windowsill as his eyes adjusted. “Yeah, our whole block is out. There’s probably nothing we can do except wait for it to come back.”

Sirius hummed from the couch and opened his arms. “Nothing?”

“Not a thing,” Remus sighed, grateful for the darkness hiding his smile as he settled back down.

Sirius laughed and pulled him down by the arm, spreading his thighs so Remus could lay between them on his chest. “I’ve got an idea.”

“Do you?” Remus asked, only inches from his mouth.

“Mhmm. Can’t have you getting bored, can we?”

“Oh, no, definitely n—“ Remus’ words were cut off by warm lips and he smiled as Sirius’ tongue swept forward. A hand snuck up his shirt and he nibbled Sirius’ lower lip, drawing a low laugh from him; Remus set his elbows on either side of his head and wove his fingers into Sirius’ soft hair.

“Off,” Sirius mumbled with a tug to his tshirt.

“Pushy, pushy, pushy,” Remus tsked, though he separated for long enough to reach behind his neck and pull it over his head. The fabric of Sirius’ long-sleeve rubbed against his chest as he laid down and muffled a moan into his mouth, feeling him melt as Remus tugged his hair lightly. “Yours, too.”

Sirius’ pout was almost audible. “I’ll get cold.”

“I can keep you warm,” Remus said with a sly smile, drumming his fingers on Sirius’ ribcage. He skimmed a thumb over his nipple and laughed when Sirius’ breath caught. “Please?”

Sirius huffed and wiggled around until Remus—being the most accommodating boyfriend in history, thank you very much—sat back to straddle his waist and occupied himself by tracing Sirius’ abs until strong hands hauled him back down into a fervent kiss. “I love it when you ask me for things.”

“Hmm, really?”

“Makes me feel useful.” One hand came up to cradle Remus’ cheek, but the other wandered down his spine and only stopped once Sirius had a solid handful of his ass to knead.

Remus let out a harsh exhale into the side of his neck and pulled Sirius’ thigh up, relishing in his soft noise as he began rubbing the outside through his sweatpants. “This feels familiar,” he practically purred.

“Does it?”

“Making out in the middle of a dark and stormy night with no lights on? Now, where have we done that before?”

He felt Sirius’ pulse give a hard thud under his own. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“One year.” Remus felt some of his blinding want smooth out into affection and kissed the corner of Sirius’ mouth. “And a couple weeks, of course.”

“We should celebrate—“ Sirius nipped his lip and pushed down on the small of Remus’ back. “—more often.”

“Monthly anniversaries.”

“Does this mean we get to have sex tomorrow night after I get a hat trick?”

“It’s Kasey’s birthday party tomorrow.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Absolutely.”

“Fuck yeah,” Sirius said under his breath, though Remus could feel him smiling. They broke their kiss for a moment to laugh, but quickly returned, much slower than before.

“If we do this right, I get to wake up when you come back to bed and kiss you stupid without any warning.”

“Deal.”

“And you have to cuddle me all night.”

“I was going to do that anyway.”

“Just making sure.”

Remus tucked his face beneath the hinge of Sirius’ jaw and breathed deep as he sucked a small hickey into the shallow dip—he smelled like buttery popcorn and laundry detergent and home. His broad hands ghosted across Remus’ back before pulling him away by his hair to press another kiss to his mouth; he gasped as his stomach swooped. “What do you want to do?”

“This,” Remus managed between kisses. There was an urgency, but not for anything he could name. He wanted the closeness and the quiet of the night.

Sirius waited for a moment. “Anything else?”

He was tempted to say yes, but that would involve more fumbling and possibly even—god forbid—leaving the couch. Remus shook his head and tilted Sirius’ chin up with his finger. “Just this.”

“Okay,” Sirius said, sinking back into the cushions. He smiled into Remus’ next kiss and wrapped both arms around his back; he was hard against Remus’ hip, but didn’t grind into his thigh at all.

“I love you,” Remus mumbled.

“Je t’aime aussi.”

“Are you comfy?”

“Hmm, let me think.” Sirius’ mouth trailed down his cheek and neck before settling near his collarbones. “Laying on my couch, in the dark, with my incredibly sexy boyfriend on top of me just waiting to be kissed after putting up with me for over a year…yeah, I’m pretty comfy.”

“I don’t put up with you,” Remus scoffed, leaning his head to the side so Sirius had more space to work. “I love you. There’s a difference.”

He closed his eyes as tongue and teeth lavished his pulse point, sending a shock all the way to his toes. The winter cold was the last thing on his mind—he was warm everywhere, though the involuntary shiver when Sirius blew gently on the hickey he left was a greatly-appreciated exception.

“You’re sure you’re okay with not doing anything right now?”

“I was promised sexy times tomorrow.” Sirius gave his ass a playful squeeze, accompanied by a nibble to the hollow of his throat. “We have to follow tradition, mon coeur.”

He bent down to Sirius’ ear with a grin. “If the power stays out, we could do it right here. No curtains, no lights on, right in front of that big window.”

“Mon dieu,” Sirius said on the tail end of an exhale.

“We could.”

“I know, that’s the problem.”

“I don’t see a problem with that.” Despite his words, Remus felt himself succumbing to the cocoon of shadows around them and slid his hands under Sirius’ wingbones for a cuddle. He had already been drowsy when the lights went out, and being that close to the most comforting person he knew certainly hadn’t helped, no matter how horny they were. “We can pick this up tomorrow night? Gives us plenty of time to brainstorm.”

Sirius’ chest buzzed underneath him before he nosed along Remus’ cheek for a kiss. “Sounds perfect.”

“I can call the electric company and tell them to keep our block’s lights out,” Remus suggested.

“Love it.”

“We should go upstairs, shouldn’t we?”

“I don’t care, as long as I get to do this when we get there.” Sirius’ accent had thickened over the past half hour and Remus soaked it in like a sponge.

“Such a stickler about tradition,” he teased, resting his head on Sirius’ shoulder; the couch wasn’t quite wide enough for them to fit side-by-side. Not that he was protesting, of course.

A beat of silence passed between them. “If we go upstairs, we can make out properly without falling off the couch.”

“Oh, thank god,” Remus said immediately, stumbling to his feet and dragging Sirius after him. With any luck, the power would be out long enough that they wouldn’t be able to go anywhere for days.

#remus lupin #sirius black #coops #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #making out #rated m #power outage

[oneoftheprettynerds]

So We Meet Again: Dark! Stucky x Reader

Requested: Yes, based on a prompt by @heavenlyseb

A/N: I was halfway done with LACs next chapter but the inspiration died Idk why so I thought I’d invest the creative energy somewhere else and then try my hand at that again. Thank you to you for dropping this request in my ask box, @heavenlyseb​. 

WARNINGS: Non-con, Mental breakdown, spiking a drink.

Summary: Reader tries to escape her past but it’s harder when your past includes dangerous men.

Word Count: 1.3 K {so drabble I think}

The entire day something had felt wrong. Maybe it was the universe’s way of sending you a message, foreshadowing misfortune in ways it knew. 

For the first time ever you had messed up breakfast, spilling the coffee and burning the toasts. Then you had forgotten some very important papers at home that Steve thankfully had a soft copy of on his laptop. After you left office earlier than him like you always did to go home and cook, you had your car die on you and leave you stranded. This series of unfortunate events didn’t end there; unfortunately, it followed you home. 

The streak continued with the laundry getting messed up, all whites turning pink and colored fabrics getting bleached. You fingers got stuck in a drawer, yours toes also getting stubbed. Nevertheless the day wasn’t even close to beating the worst day of your life; more like the worst few months of your otherwise simple life.

A shudder ran through you as the thoughts and memories you had buried so deep surfaced again. With one uncurbed thought that gave rise to the unpleasant memory train, you were back in that posh glass office again.

 It was New Years Eve. The decorations were still hung up around the large rooftop arena, from Christmas a few days ago. The bars had the strongest alcoholic drinks wearing pretty shades of blue and orange. There were plants draped in ornaments, a lot of them. You remembered chuckling about how the potted plants were a show of wealthy people, all affluent people pretending to have a green thumb or care for the Earth.

You greeted the people you knew and joked about resolutions. You remember hanging out with the only actual friend you had there, the receptionist Lucy. Anyone else you talked to at the company was merely a coworker, some of them plotting your downfall even. But Lucy was genuine, and so your only friend.

Said friend however, did abandon you few minutes prior to midnight with poor, half a hearted apologies, running in preparation for her midnight kiss. You giggled and honestly, weren’t even offended, just amused by her antics.

You planned on sulking in the corner with the other singles who weren’t ready to mingle and saying goodbye as soon as the clock hit twelve. That plan failed when your handsome hunk of a boss, whom you had seen only a handful of times and encountered for even fewer, brought you a drink and asked for a few minutes of your time.

You don’t know what made you go then, nor do you have any better take on the situation even now but the gist of it all was that you did oblige. It could have been the alcohol coursing through your veins, the encouragement by others’ jealous stares and Lucy’s wink or even the slight crush you had on the man with the cerulean eyes.      

However, going to his office and him fucking you on that sandalwood desk wasn’t your choice.

You remember him kissing you at the midnight stroke, a kiss sizzling with passion and yearning. When you both pulled away, you felt flushed and giddy but the carnal desire in his eyes after just one kiss alarmed you. Still, you offered to exchange numbers for a follow up, he was your boss after all but your dazed mind could not even remember your own number.

Your mind began to lose consciousness as you sweated and your skin heated, head and folds burning alike. You slipped in and out of articulacy, fragments of memory in your mind.

You shook your head as you realized you were shaking, keeping the knife down on the board and halting the slicing of tomatoes. You wiped your tears as you chided yourself for almost getting into another accident, a fatal one even, zoning out like that with a sharp knife.

The sound of the door opening and closing made you calm, Steve was home now. You hadn’t told him everything about your past yet, just bits and pieces, but you had never felt unsafe with him. He was nothing short of a gentleman, courted you properly and even waited months when you weren’t initially ready.

He let you progress the relationship on your terms, his support always there whether it was the question of spending a night together or moving in. His arms were where you felt the safest, his strength a promise of protection. 

A second set of footsteps made you furry your eyebrows, Steve didn’t inform you of company tonight. You pushed your anguish aside, putting on a facade for his guest as you got back to chopping. 

“Honey, I’m home.” Steve’s holler made you easy, his presence itself was comforting.  

“I’m in the kitchen.” You sung back, the nickname making you smile. 

“I brought a guest for dinner, hope you don’t mind.” He called out from the living room, the slight thud of furniture telling you they sat there.

You checked the broth, dinner for three would take time, even more so as your bad luck kept you on your toes today. Switching off the stove you sighed and made you way to the living room.

You planned to ask Steve to order and simultaneously greet his guest but ice froze in your veins when you entered the square doorway. Your planned again and at this point, one would think they had a knack for unsuccessful plans.

You could never forget the broad shoulders, the silky brunette locks and the sapphire blue eyes of James Buchanan Barnes, the handsome devil that haunted your existence.

You remembered waking up to your senses getting slaughtered. The drag of a cock in your hole as you clenched as tightly as a boxer’s fist. The squelching noises, the breathy moans and the sound of skin slapping skin. It took all you had in you to open your eyes every time you slipped out of consciousness.

You remembered being taken on every surface in his large office, against the glass panels looking onto the city below, on his velvet sofa, even his private elevator.  

Barnes had whispered sweet nothings in your ears that night and every night after like he was your lover, not your assaulter. How he cornered you with the obscene footage the night after when you threatened to press charges. You both knew then that you had no hope, no chance of winning against him and would have no dignity either if released some footage with some faces blurred.

He used and abused you and his power, until the day you finally gathered your guts and went far way, a new place, new start. 

You believed you didn’t leave a trail behind but then how was the devil himself greeting you in your own home? 

Your whole body shook like it did minutes earlier and you found Steve gently cradling your face. You flinched at his touch, skidding away, “Get this man out of here, Steve!” If looks could kill, the brunette would have dropped dead.

James Barnes had the audacity to smirk as you brushed a hand through his hair, ever so confident and smug, your shaken form amusing him.

Steve hung his hand around your shoulder and wiped a tear that had escaped. His arms were your haven and such you had believed until a moment later, “That’s no way to greet Bucky, sweetheart.” 

Your head whipped at light’s speed as you looked in horror at Steve, the hold on your shoulders tightening and keeping you alongside him.

“He was kind enough to give you months to adjust but now he misses you more than he can endure.”

  “Steve, you don’t know what your bastard of a frien-” You started hoping it was a misunderstanding on your part.

At the curse, Steve’s grip became bruising as he cut you off, “Trust me sweetheart, I know. Bucky and I don’t have secrets.” 

#Dark Fic #dark!steve rogers #dark mcu #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!bucky barnes #dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #bucky x reader #stucky x reader #dark!stucky x reader #dark! stucky #ceo! bucky x reader #ceo! steve x reader #dark! ceo! stucky #stucky drabble #ray writes

[levi-my-beloved]

Birds of a Feather

Chapter one

Pairings: Canon!Levi x F!reader

Content warnings: violence, swearing

Word count: 4K

Summary: You were the most notorious criminal in the Underground City. With your organisation of highly skilled professionals, only one man could take you down. He also happened to be Humanity’s Strongest… and your ex.

A/N: asdfghjkl hello there. so, this has been on my brain for a while now, so i started this as just a drabble. what i thought would stay as just a drabble turned into this 22k+ multi chapter fic because i have zero self restraint or self respect. i’m currently finishing chapter 5 as this is being posted, but i want to keep chapters posted around once every two weeks so i can keep up with the workload. maybe once a week if i start feeling spicy. yeah plot twist this is actually the second time i’ve drafted this up. the first time i managed to get everything done and in order and then manages to delete the entire post with my huge disgusting thumbs. Genuinely felt like crying for a good half an hour.

This is also my first Levi fic! yay! lmk if it sucks and idk i’ll cry or something. nah, in all seriousness please send me criticism cuz i really want to improve and critiques are the best way.

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔

“How down, Raven?”

“Six feet.”

Within the dank confines of a stinking alleyway, two green capes marked with the Military Police insignia crept ever closer to the taller, run-down building upon which you and your little squad of Shadows were now perched. No sunlight illuminated your position. Not that you’d ever seen the sun, or know what it even looked like, but you based your guesses upon the pathetic rays shining through the grates littering the ceiling of the Underground City.

The language you used with your Shadows, coded words translated to:

‘How do you want them to be dealt with?’

‘Death.’

It was something developed by your late guardian and mentor, Viper. See, you all had aliases in The Nest, your criminal organisation. The leader was often referred to as The Raven, however your mentor preferred to use his own nickname, stemming from his own reputation.

Then come the aliases for your Shadows. Prongs was your second, a tall, stern looking man with the black mask of a stag settled across his features.

Then came Wolf, and you swore the first time you’d set eyes on him, you thought a titan had wandered into the city. He was enormous, all 6ft 6ins of him carved in hard muscle. Slicked back silver hair and a beard that to rival a bear. Similar to Prongs, a mask sat upon his face, resembling that of a snarling wolf.

Following him was Verdant, Scales and Diablo. Your power trio. Though their special talents lay in different professions, get these three together and they were borderline unstoppable. A white mask decorated with three broad maple leaves obscured Verdant’s pretty features, Scales sported a bronze half mask etched with a snake-like diamond pattern, whilst Diablo, your trained escort, had opted for something that accentuated her own gorgeous features, a mask of black leather arcing high onto her brow on the left side, whilst the right arced low by her jaw. Though you were already spoken for, you couldn’t deny the beauty of Diablo. She did wonders when prying information between the legs of a moaning MP.

To your left crouched the twins, Una and Leaf. Una was gifted her name by none other than you yourself, after seeing her accuracy with a rifle. A single shot was all it took, from any distance. She wore no mask, something you’d allowed simply because she’d complained about the sight obstruction when lining up a shot. You’d agreed, but only under the condition that she wore a low hood. Her fiercely protective brother Leaf had chewed you out for that, but you knew he meant well. Leaf was good at what he did, excellent, in fact. Which was part of the reason you kept him on as a Shadow. The larger part was that you were damn fond of him. Of all of them, in fact. You loved every single one of your Shadows. Every single damned member of The Nest, you adored. You were their leader, afterall.

A masked helmet of black leather, similar material to Diablo’s, perched snug upon your own features. The hooked beak and obsidian feathers of a raven decorated the necessity, covering your face and hair, though leaving your lower features visible. It was a rite of passage, for you especially, and it signalled the start of your leadership.

“Una, set up. Verdant, Prongs, roundabout. Wolf…” your eyes slid to the giant man on your right, a dark smile slicing across your mouth. “Heel.”

The boulder of a man visibly sagged, clearly disappointed at your orders whilst the others sprang into action. Prongs and Verdant leapt across the rooftops in separate directions whilst Una removed her rifle from her back, parting her heavy cloak to reveal rounds and rounds of bullets strapped across her body. Leaf nestled closer into her side, whilst the other four took a step back. It was obvious you’d all been at this for a very long time, despite the twins not looking a day older than sixteen. In fact, most of your squad was younger than you, save for Wolf and Prongs, who had served their respective roles twice previously.

Sitting back on your heels, you watched your team get to work, the warmth of pride blossoming in your chest. Whilst you knew Prongs and Wolf were already incredibly skilled, the rest had flourished under your leadership. It had been ten years since you’d witnessed MPs put a bullet through your mentor’s skull. Ten long years since you’d taken up leadership and expanded the reaches of The Nest. Honestly, you were pretty proud of yourself, and none more so than when you watched your Shadows do what they do best.

Taking care of unwanted visitors.

Una took aim, resting the butt of her rifle in the crook of her shoulder, staring down the makeshift scope. She would be ready to take care of the two soldiers if either Prongs or Verdant failed to eliminate their targets.

Speaking of which…

That kernel of pride ignited as your (E/C) eyes followed Verdant’s careful, calculating form dropping from the rooftops above the alleyway, in sync with Prong’s own movements. The two assassins swooped with the grace of a stooping hawk, the silver glint of metal caught your eye as they both brandished their blades, before sinking the steel into the necks of the two soldiers. You didn’t need to be closer to see they were both dead. Expert precision. Deadly accuracy. That was why these people were your hand-picked Shadows. And why you were the most formidable gang leader in the Underground City. Your little criminal organisation had expanded into something to rival the killcount of Kenny the Ripper. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.

Una lowered her weapon, strapping it back in the buckles between her shoulder blades.

“Finished.” she simply stated, turning back to drop down between the shattered tiles and splintered ceiling beams that marked your entrance and exit to this lookout point.

“Rendezvous back at The Nest,” you ordered flatly, before dropping forward and into the alleyway below.

“Anything?” you ask, a brow raised behind your raven mask as you saunter over. Prongs held up two sets of blades from one of the crimson bodies now gathering dirt and grime. Useless to you as they were, but somebody would definitely find an interest in them. Verdant seemed to be struggling with the straps of whatever gear these mosquitoes used to fly around. You’d never been able to figure out how to use it, but that shit made good money when in doubt. However, your usual buyers had disappeared off the face of the city, and you’d noticed a decline in gear sales since then. Gritting your teeth, you shook your head to Verdant, laying a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t. It’s not worth it. The thug trio haven’t been back in years. I doubt they’d return to us now,” you explain softly, prompting the girl to stop her struggles and huff defeatedly. You’re heart ached softly at the thought of him, but you pushed the feeling down.

“Here,” she muttered, handing you another rifle. It seemed to be a newer model, something of an upgrade for Una.

“You did good, Ver. I’m proud of you,” that seemed to immediately lighten the girl’s mood, her eyes shining behind her mask as her mouth widened into a toothy grin.

“Thanks Raven!” she beamed, before scampering off back to The Nest, almost forgetting to take the gun back from your outstretched hand in her haste to make it back and tell everyone she’d received a compliment from you. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence. Rather it only happened once in a blue moon…

A huffed chuckle had your head turning and eyes narrowing to your second in command.

“Can I help you?” you ask, your tone dripping with the poisonous threat of hell if he chose his next words poorly. But Prongs continued to smile ever so slightly, shaking his head.

“Not at all, Raven. It’s just, in the last few years, since you drafted her into the Shadows, she’s really come into her own,” Prongs explained simply, shrugging as she stooped to kick over the now drained corpse, hoping to find anything useful. You bristle ever so slightly. That was something you hated. Compliments. How the fuck were you supposed to respond? You tried to think back to when Viper tried to teach you simple social skills.

“Uh, yeah. She has,” you respond, keeping your features as neutral as you could as you turned away, beginning to trudge back to The Nest.

“I’m serious, Rave. You’ve done incredible things for us. You know Viper would be proud of you. I am too. But…” Prongs trailed off, clearing having something to say but not knowing how to say it.

“Go on. But what?” you pressed, wanting to hear what your second in command had to say.

“Well, don’t you think it’s a bit much? Rave, it’s been years. Eyes have started looking in our direction since those three vanished. You don’t think we should be lying low for a bit? Calming suspicions instead of rousing them?” Prongs offered gently. You knew, deep down, he was right. But some notable gang disappearing hasn’t stopped you before, and it sure as hell wouldn’t stop you now.

“I’ll talk to Scar about it,” even just the mention of your advisor, and wife’s name gave your stomach butterflies. Scarlett Obsidine, your other, and better, half. After the disappearance of a certain dark haired man, Scar was the woman who comforted you, and though you missed him dearly, your heart managed to haphazardly piece itself back together and love all over again.

“Rave, listen—“

“Let’s go,” Prongs closed his mouth, the tone of your voice stating clearly that this matter wasn’t up for discussion. Especially not with him.

⎈⎈⎈⎈⎈⎈⎈⎈

“You know he’s right,” you couldn’t help but sigh when your wife’s soft tones calmed your irritated mood. Soft hands gently kneaded at the tense muscles in your shoulders, forcing them to relax as a tired moan escaped your lips. Leaning back, you peer into her shining sapphire eyes, locks of brunette framing your face as she took the sides of your cheeks in her hands and leaned down, softly pecking your lips with her own. You couldn’t help humming a smile against her mouth, reaching up to deepen the kiss, but she pulled away before you could.

“Scaaaaar…” you pout, looking up at her mischievous smirk as she winked playfully.

“(Y/N)...” Scarlett sighed, swinging her legs over your body to sink into your lap, one thumb now caressing one of the most prominent features on your face. A nasty, jagged scar ran down from the the top of your forehead, over your right eye and finishing just past your jaw bone. One (E/C) iris lighter than the other as a result of the old wound. Soft lips chase away the shadows of your past as Scarlett replaced her thumb with her mouth.

“(Y/N), I don’t want to find you dead in some alleyway because you picked a fight you couldn’t win,” a finger poked your chest as she huffed above you, feigning irritation. You roll your eyes, (E/C) landing on your gear now strung across the table. That raven helmet almost calling to you as you shook your head. Disagreeing with your wife was never a good idea, but you were feeling particularly bold this evening.

“Look. So many jobs have opened up recently. We have so many opportunities to make this life more comfortable. More jobs means more money, more money means we can afford the gate toll and actually see the world above ground. And I can finally buy you an actual ring.”. Technically, you two weren’t married. Who the fuck would be stupid enough to perform marriage ceremonies in the underground City? But, it was easier than saying you were devoted to each other in every single way.

Lightly smacking your chest, Scarlett raised herself from your lap with a hefty sigh. “One of these days (Y/N), you’re going to be captured or killed,” she said quietly, unable to meet your eyes. “And then what the hell will I do…?” Scarlett had now completely turned away from you, shoulders hunched. Running a hand down your face, you pick your sore body up from the chair, reaching her in a matter of strides.

“I can’t give this up, Scar. You know that. You knew that when you chose to be with me. You knew The Nest was always going to be my priority,” you held out your arm, hand hovering over her back, not sure whether to comfort her or let her go. The admission almost had her in tears, you could tell by the way her shoulders shook ever so gently.

“You still miss him don’t you?” It was her vulnerable, defeated tone that alerted you to the slight change of topic.

You fell silent, not really knowing how to respond. Yes, of course you missed him. You loved him more than anything. But those days are over, you knew that. You’d cried enough those following nights after his disappearance.

He was probably dead anyway.

“Of course I do,” you wouldn’t lie to her. That wasn’t fair. But you knew the truth was just as painful for her.

“Will I ever be enough? Will I ever be enough to replace him?” the sound of her voice had your heart in pieces. You loved Scarlett. You really did. But your heart wouldn’t let you love her wholly. Part of yourself will always be dedicated to that grumpy kid you’d fallen for all those years ago.

“Scar… I—”

“I know,” she whispered, stepping forward away from your outstretched grasp. “I know,” you watched as the woman you loved, and who loved you, stepped from your shared quarters, hovering in the doorway. “I’m sorry I asked,” she closed the door as she left, leaving you a frustrated, conflicted mess.

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“Understood, I’ll bring them in right away. Thank you Niles,” The Commander of the MPs stood opposite Erwin, arms folded. An expression of irritation plastered on his sunken features. Erwin simply sighed, realising Niles was wanting to stay for this seemingly impromptu meeting. With a nod of his head, a cadet rushed off to find the two soldiers mentioned in their little conversation. Being Commander of the Scouts often had its perks, like having cadets around to run errands for him.

Niles cleared his throat, taking a seat on the green leather sofa within Erwin’s office. “You sure he’d help us? I mean, it wasn’t too long ago he actually decided killing you was probably a bad idea.”—he raised a thin brow, peering at Erwin with barely concealed suspicion—“I’m pretty sure the Underground City would be the last place he’d want to return.” a knock at the door cut their conversation short, both turning their heads as Erwin called;

“Enter.”

Hange was the first to make her presence known, poking her head in as she opened the door. A smile adorned the slightly dishevelled section commander, her hair sticking up in all directions. Clearly she had been in the middle of something when Erwin requested her presence.

“You asked to see us, Erwin?” her eyes sparkling with curiosity behind her glasses as she stepped through the door.

“Tch, just make it quick, I have shit to do,” the monotone voice of Levi behind her made Erwin pinch the bridge of his nose. How many times has he told him not to talk to him like that?

“Yes, come in and make yourselves comfortable.” Hange immediately took up a seat next to Niles on the sofa, Levi preferring to stand against the now closed door, arms folded. Erwin’s sharp eyes shifted to Niles, an indication for the MP Commander to speak.

“Well, no point in beating around the bush. We’ve received an anonymous tip about some criminal gang that’s been plaguing my soldiers in the Underground City.” Levi visibly stiffened at the mention of his old home. His jaw tensed in anticipation. There would be only one reason he would be called into such a discussion, and the answer was a firm no.

Without his permission, his mind flashed back to a (H/C) girl, her face etched with that ever mischievous smirk. He quelled the thoughts as quickly as he could. He needed his wits with him, and allowing his mind to wander back to what he’d left behind wouldn’t help anything. Besides, the likelihood of you being alive was close to none.

“Section Commander, I don’t suppose you would have heard of the group but Captain Levi here surely would have done. The Nest.” Niles continued, now eyeing Levi to gage his reaction. And for a man whose emotions were usually on a tight leash, this seemed to be what cracked his impenetrable walls. His eyes flew wide open, frantically searching between Niles and Erwin. They couldn’t be serious. The Nest? That was where Farlan and Isobel used to—

Shit, he really needed to keep his thoughts at bay. But what he did know was that The Nest was an impenetrable fortress of criminal activity. Trying to mess with them was suicide.

“Judging by your reaction, I’m going to assume you are familiar with them, Levi,” Erwin’s surprisingly calm tone eased the growing tension in the room. Taking a subtle breath to calm himself, Levi’s eyes narrowed to his commander.

“Yeah. I know of it. Why?” it was a rhetorical question, he already knew why, but he wanted to hear it from Erwin himself. Hange looked incredibly confused, looking between the men in the office, trying to glean something, anything, about what the hell was going on.

“The Nest? Why are they so bad?” she asked, not afraid to show how completely oblivious she is to anything that doesn’t concern titans or science. Erwin gestured to Levi.

“Levi? Care to explain? You probably know more than myself and Niles combined,” though his voice seemed kind, there was a slight edge to his deep tones. One that didn’t go unnoticed by Levi.

A heavy silence filled the room as the Captain wracked his brain for all the information he could think of regarding the organisation. It seemed like hours before he finally spoke.

“Well, you got one thing right. The Nest is a criminal organisation. A nasty one at that. Merciless bastards. Whether you’re a soldier or a citizen, they don’t give a shit. They’ll leave you a broken, bloodied mess in the street. I don’t know much about their leader. Only that he took over from the previous one around ten-ish years ago. Since then, they’ve expanded their shitty little gang and taken over an entire section of the city,” he explained, poison lacing his tone. It wasn’t that he was above the whole gang thing, oh no. It was more the state Farlan would be in before he left to meet whoever the fuck led that group of demons. He’d never seen his friend so anxious. So afraid.

“You never met him? Their leader?” Erwin inquired, lacing his hands together on the desk in front of him. Levi scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“If I had, I would tell you. But I know he’s smart. And not the good kind of smart. The kind of smart where he would always be ten steps ahead of you. He has a small group of trusted criminals surrounding him at all times, called his Shadows. They’ll be the ones to look out for,” Despite his voice sounding bored, Levi’s heart was racing. They couldn’t seriously be thinking of facing The Nest, could they? But something in the expressions of both Niles and Erwin told him he was wrong. Dead wrong.

“They’ve been picking off my soldiers. Always in the same places as well. I was going to leave it, just tell them to avoid certain areas until this tip. Their next job. We know what it is,” Niles interjected, looking down to the floor, his own mind a whirlwind.

“And you want to intercept them. The same way you did with me, right?” Levi finished through gritted teeth. This was absurd. There was no way they could pick them all off. Unless… that wasn’t the goal. Levi’s grey eyes widened slightly, realising what they wanted to do. Yep, this was total suicide. Hange clapped her hands together almost excitedly, as if she was also able to read Erwin’s mind.

“You want to capture him! The leader! Ah! This all makes so much sense now, I was starting to wonder why I was here,” the scientist mused almost to herself, before jumping to her feet. “This is the perfect opportunity to test some of the concept traps I have in mind. Obviously for titans they’d need to be much, MUCH bigger. And of course a few modifications would have to be made so they could adapt to size and body type but oooooooh this is so exciting! I’ll start right away!'' Without allowing anybody to get a word in edgeways, Hange dashed back to her lab to begin her preparations.

“Thank you Erwin, the Military Police will remember this,” Niles said, before he too was rising from his seat. Throwing Levi an unsure glance, he made his way towards the door, only to be shoved into the hallway by Levi, who promptly closed the door behind him.

“Don’t.” he simply said, turning back to Erwin who was peering at him, his expression puzzled. Levi rolled his eyes again, clearly having to clarify what he meant. “Don’t pursue them. It’s suicide,” The Commander’s expression relaxed slightly in understanding.

“We don’t have a choice, Levi. Not only are hundreds of MPs being slaughtered down there, but relationships between the Scouts and the MPs are strenuous at best. It would be in our best interests to—“

“Bullshit.”

Erwin sighed again, having to hold his tongue. Snapping at Levi now for his language would only rile up the man more.

“Levi, we already have a plan in motion. There are soldiers down there now meeting whoever gave us that anonymous tip to further discuss the job The Nest has taken. It’ll be fine, but you’re going to have to trust me.” Erwin’s eyes bore into Levi’s own, the man once again asking his Captain to trust him in a risky call he’s made. Levi’s done it so many times before, why was it so difficult now?

It took yet another pregnant silence before Levi eventually yielded.

“Fine, but don’t be surprised when we’re once again forced to retreat with our tails between our legs.” it was a savage comment, but one that Erwin didn’t take to heart as he watched the raven haired man leave. Yes, this was a risk, but all his risks so far had worked out fairly well. There was no reason why this one would fail. No reason at all.

Levi leant against the door to Erwin’s office, looking down the hallway before letting loose a long breath. Not only would he have to go toe to toe with The Raven, but he also had to face so much of his past he’d wanted to forget. Fuck, this was a terrible idea. Why did Erwin always have to gamble? It was exhausting for everyone else involved.

Folding his arms, the shorter man strode back to his own office, lost in thought the entire way. Would he see you again? Were you even alive? Did you know just how much he had missed you. Just how much he’d wanted to see you again. To hold you again.

Did you know he’d looked for you? How his heart shattered over and over again each time he found no trace of you. He’d never accepted you were gone. Always holding onto that thorn of hope that maybe, just maybe, you’d survived.

Collapsing in his chair behind his desk, Levi unlocked the bottom draw and gently pulled it out. He delicately picked out a small, ebony bird feather you’d crafted into a quill pen. Even though neither of you knew how to write, you knew back then how much he had wanted to learn despite never voicing it directly. All those nights spent copying out basic letters from discarded newspapers and wanted posters. You always had this way of reading his mind.

The smallest fond smile crept across his usually bored face. God he missed you. It had been years and he still missed you like he only lost you yesterday.

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