#i just want all this extra hair GONE but people make me nervous

[miniwheat77]

Tipsy. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW Smut, unprotected p in v sex, public sex, Price is being rough ;), alcohol, this is really short. Been sitting in my drafts for some time (sorry if I missed any.)

“I’m thinking we all go out. As a celebration.” Soap smiles.

“Oh please, you’re just looking for a reason to get your hands on some tequila.” John mumbles.

“Whaaaat? I would never.” He pretends to look offended. He shakes his head. “Alright fine. For just an hour though, nothing crazy.” John mumbles. Once they’ve arrived back at base they gather everyone up and they’re walking down the streets to get to the small club. It was nice being here, nobody knew who they were when they were dressed normally. It was peaceful. An hour later, you’re nowhere to be found.

“Is she still out on the dance floor?” Captain Price looks at his watch. “Yeah probably. You’ll have to drag her away Captain.” He rolls his eyes. “Christ in heaven, I didn’t sign up for this.” He grumbles, standing up from his spot at the bar.

They know exactly how you get when you drink, so sending their Captain out to get you is going to be funny. Your Captain hadn’t seen it yet. He was always so uptight, never wanted to go out. They knew you can be pretty persuasive, maybe it’d help him lighten up.

He’s shoving through the crowd to get to you and when he runs into you, you’ve got a grin on your face, grasping his hand and pulling him into you. He laughs awkwardly, you’re very pushy. “Uh.. it’s time to head back now.” He mumbles, you’re dancing in front of him. “Nooo. Come on. We just got here.” You grasp his hand, spinning around.

His eyes widen as you back your hips into him, moving with the beat of the song.

The rest of the task force is witnessing it, Soap is trying not to laugh. “He’s gonna kill us for sending him out there.”

“Oh absolutely, but it’s good for the old man.”

They can see how rigid he’s gone when you back your hips up into him. They can’t help but laugh.

“Y-Y/N. Stop.” He spins you around, you pull him into you. “Oh come on Captain. Live a little.” You smile. He swallows hard at how forward you’re being. You’re drunk. He’s drunk too, had a little more bourbon than he should’ve. He can feel himself getting hard in his jeans, something he hadn’t felt in ages. He growls when you back up into him again. “Y/N..” he grits his teeth, face near your neck.

“So. How many push ups do you think he’s going to make us do?” Gaz asks.

“Good question. I bet we’re up early for extra drills.” Soap laughs. Taking another drink of his Tequila.

You let out a gasp, tilting your head back to rest on his chest, feeling him hardening against your ass. “Captain..” you smile. Grinding back into him. “You’re in a lot of trouble for this.” He breathes, rocking his hips into yours. By now, the crowd around you has you buried between them and nobody is focused on the way you’re rocking into him. He grasps a handful of your hair, tilting your head back. His breath is hot against your ear. “Bathroom. Now.” He growls. You bite your lip, watching him disappear into the crowd of people. You can feel yourself sobering up, nervous as you make your way for the bathroom.

“She’s gonna keep him out there a while, I say we check out this pool table.” Soap nods. They all agree, standing up and making their way over to it.

You push open the door seeing your Captain standing in front of the sink. Luckily it was a small one person bathroom. He makes his way over to you, locking the door and pushing you up against it. “You’re a bad fucking girl, making a fool of me like that.” He growls. You look up at him, eyes wide and you appear intimidated until a smile creeps onto your lips. “I can make it up to you Captain.” You breath. “Oh you will baby.” He growls. He spins you around, pushing your face into the wall and forcing you to arch your back. Pushing your dress up over your hips. He pulls your panties to the side, rubbing his fingers over your bare pussy.

“Fucking soaked.. such a fucking slut.” He breathes. He unzips his cargo pants, tugging them down far enough to expose his aching cock. His tip is blushing red and leaking precum from being teased for so long. He spits in his hand rubbing it over the entrance of your pussy, feeling you mewl into him. He rubs his cock back and fourth over you until you’re whining.

When you don’t expect it, he’s thrusting into you. A gasp leaves your lips and your hands are resting against the wall, wishing you could hang onto something as he starts his aching hard thrusts into your pussy. Gripping your hair hard and pulling you back to kiss him, resting his hand on your throat as he fucks into you. “Such a bad fucking girl. You like teasing me? Hm?”

“Yes- yes Captain!” You moan. “Mhm. I bet you do.”

“W-wanted you so bad.” You cry. Choking on sobs and cries as they leave your throat. “Yeah. I guess you got what you wanted hm.” He smiles. He wraps his hands around your waist, fucking into you and holding you tight. He hisses as you clench down on him, only now realizing just how long it’s been, how good you feel on him. “Fuck- gotta be quick before we get caught.” He breathes.

He pulls you back into him more, moving his fingers down between your legs and rubbing fast circles into your clit, you know you won’t last long. “Oh fuck- I’m gonna cum!” You whine, tilting your head back as he tugs on your hair once more. “Cum on my cock baby, yeah that’s it.” He growls. He’s right on the edge of his own orgasm, ready to let you have every bit of it. You pull away from him, and he growls. “What are you-“ you turn around to face him. “Wanna see you.” You breathe. He laughs, shaking his head. He grasps your thighs, lifting you up and pinning you to the wall behind you, a gasp leaving your lips at him manhandling you. His cock is slick with your orgasm still, making it easy for him to slide back into you. Hearing you moan. He pins your legs up, pressing his forehead to yours and thrusting into you, fast and hard. He’s reaching deeper places than before, growling as you start to claw at him.

You wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto him tight as he cries out. “M’gonna cum.” He gasps. “Gonna fuckin cum baby- fuck.” He grits his teeth, hips stuttering to a stop as he finishes, crying out as he finishes. He holds you tight to him, panting as he comes down from his high.

He pants hard into your shoulder. “Fuck.. I’m sorry.” He breathes. Hearing you laugh. “For what?” You breath, pulling away. “I was rough.” He breathes. “I haven’t.. done anything like this in a long time, I couldn’t control myself.” He breathes. You say nothing, deciding to kiss him instead. When he lets you down off of him, he slides out of you with a groan. “Fuck..” he sighs. “We should get back out there, they’re probably wondering where we are.” He laughs awkwardly. “Probably.” You smile, sliding your dress back down.

The both of you emerge from the bathroom, thankful that nobody is waiting outside.

When the both of you approach the pool table, you’re getting glances. “Finally got her off the dance floor ah?”

“Yeah, she’s uh.. quite the party animal.” He laughs. Hearing you laugh. “Nah I think she just sobered up enough to be done.” He lies. “Right, we’re just about done with this game.” Soap laughs, turning back to the table. They don’t see the way your Captain squeezes your ass as he passes by, a quiet gasp leaving your lips.

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[sp0o0kylights]

There were a lot of things Mike hated in life.

The demogorgon, and how it had essentially destroyed his life.

 Brenner, and the madhouse laboratory El had survived. 

How each and every one of his friends now did something weird--were weird, because flashing lights or fireworks or some stupid tune a toy horse played dragged up memories that made their eyes flat and faces hollow. 

Most of all though, Mike hated how much they relied on Steve.

There was no reason he should be the person to call when it started pouring and no one wanted to bike home from AV. 

Steve wasn’t Nancy, or Jonathan, or a parent--he wasn’t even dating anyone related to any of the Party anymore so what excuse did he have to keep hanging around? 

(Even if Jonathan was always working, and Nancy was always busy with some club or homework, and everyone’s parents all seemed to be in a race of who could get back to normal the fastest…) 

They should at least try to get a hold of other people, instead of constantly going to Steve first.

“Why?” Dusitn had scoffed at him the last time this had happened, feeding quarters into a phone and staring at Mike like he was the one being unreasonable. “I’m not gonna waste money just to hear your sister tell us no again when we all know Steve will do it.” 

Which was perhaps the most infuriating part of it all.

That Steve would do it. 

Show up and help them, even if he bitched the whole time. 

Hell, Steve Harrington knew more about Mike’s life offhand than Nancy did, and that made him want to punch a wall more days than it didn’t. Why the hell was Steve so involved? 

It was stupid. 

Weird, even! They weren’t friends, (even if Dustin and Max and El of all people said the opposite) he wasn’t being paid to babysit, (Mike had double checked; going round to ask Ma Henderson and Mrs. Sinclair, only to get an earful of how wonderful Steve was from both.) he had no reason to hang around! 

It didn’t make sense that Steve could be harassed into picking them up from school. 

Would take them to get ice cream, or hand over extra quarters for the arcade. He even gave out advice like some kind of--brother that Mike had never wanted. 

Above all?

Mike hated that when he needed someone, the number he punched in on automatic was Steve’s.

“I need you to come get me.” He said into the receiver, mad at himself and the world, but mostly mad that beyond the normal amount of squawking Steve did, he shut up and came. 

Drove up in his rich boy car, stepping out and herding Mike into it like the rain hadn’t already seeped into his bones. 

“You wanna tell me why you snuck into a bar two towns over?” Steve asked, long after Mike had slung himself into the passenger seat, arms crossed defensively over his chest.

“No.” 

One of Steve’s hands went right to his hair, running through it before adjusting the mess he’d just made. 

It was a nervous habit, and Mike hated that he knew that too. 

“Okay, well.” Steve’s hand fell back to the steering wheel, clenching tight around it. “Next time you want to do something dumb could you at least come talk to me about it beforehand?”

“What the hell would that do?” Mike bitched, staring firmly out of the window. 

“Not waste my gas for starters.” Steve bitched right back. “But I dunno man, we could have taken some bats and gone and wailed on cars in the junkyard and talked or some shit, not--whatever this all was.”

‘This all’ was accompanied by a wave of his hand, indicating not just the bar Mike had been standing in front of, but his general sopping wet state. 

“You’d actually go to the junkyard with me?” Mike challenged, doubtful. 

Steve made a face. “Did you lose your hearing in there? I just said--.” 

“Why?” Mike interrupted. “Why the fuck would you come out with me?”

Matching his entire aggressive tone, Steve said; “Because it’s better than trying to sneak into the one local gay bar when you’re barely fourteen, Michael.” 

And that? 

Steve being oddly aware of shit he really shouldn’t have?

Mike hated that too. 

“You knew what the bar was?” He asked, his voice coming out much smaller than he intended. 

“Everyone knows what that bar is, except it’s more of a biker bar than a gay bar.” Steve shot back--which did actually explain about ten different questions Mike had about the place. “Also, language you little shit.” 

Under his breath, Steve continued in a muttered; “I swear I’m going to start carrying around soap.”

“You cuss more than we do.” Mike responded, and if his own voice was a little strangled as he fought back the sudden swell of tears, then that was between him and God. 

He was not crying in front of Steve Harrington, he outright refused. 

“The point I’m making is that there are way better bars to sneak into. That one’s not nearly as welcoming as people make it out to be, probably because they’re sick of all the rumors.” 

Steve seemed to realize what he was implying because he quickly added; “Not that you should be sneaking into any bars at all!” 

“You’re not my mom.” Mike’s voice turned wet as he lost his battle with his throat, voice cracking as he failed to choke the tears back.  

“No shit Wheeler.”  Steve said, and at least he was good enough not to call attention to Mike’s crying. 

If he had, Mike was pretty sure he’d just up and die of embarrassment, right there. 

“I don’t get why you care.” He muttered, angrily swiping at his eyes. 

“I didn’t keep you alive this long just so you could die of something stupid.” Steve countered easily.

Which was kinda fair, if you thought about it.

Mike very much did not want to think about it. 

Any of it.

Ever. 

“Are you gonna tell my parents?” He asked after a painfully long moment. 

Long enough that Steve had begun fiddling with the radio, trying to find a station as they drove back that wasn’t wailing country or gospel music. 

“I’m not a narc, so no.”  

“Not about the bar.”  

Now Steve just looked confused. 

Probably because he was, because he was without a doubt the stupidest almost adult Mike knew. 

(Not that he could say that out loud--last time he had, Max had made one of her pissy faces and then El got mad because Max was, which led to a break up, which led to Mike having to beg his way back into his girlfriend’s good graces while explaining that he hadn’t meant it like that.

“How did you mean it then?” Max demanded, and Mike wasn’t sure how he managed to dodge that entire conversation but he had, on grounds that untangling his own emotions regarding stupid Steve made him want to pull his hair out and scream.) 

“What about then?” 

 “You know. Don’t make me say it.” Mike absolutely didn’t plead, even if it did sort of, kind of, sound like pleading. 

Steve flicked his eyes away from the road to give one long, weird look at Mike. The same one he gave Dustin when he went off on a rant about Cerebro or Lucas when he started discussing the stats of different D&D weapons. 

Unlike those times, Steve’s face cleared. 

“Oh.” He said, blinking, and Mike could practically see the light bulb flash above his head.

Then; 

“Nah.” 

Mike waited.

And waited.

And kept waiting as Steve went back to searching through radio channels, as if that was the end of the conversation.

It couldn't be the end of this conversation.

Not when this was the part that was eating Mike alive.

He didn’t know if this was Steve repressing it on purpose or if this was what he had to look forward to for the rest of his life if he kept trying to figure his own head out, but either way, he knew he had a choice to make. 

To let the unspoken part of today die quietly. Go unsaid, and remain unsaid, for all eternity--or he could let it out. 

Shove the “gay” part of “gay bar” in Steve’s stupid, jock face. 

Make him acknowledge it, even if it got Mike kicked out of the car, and who cared if it did? 

Steve wasn’t the person who should have picked him up anyway. 

The anger climbed higher and higher in his chest, tears and rage combining until Mike spat it all out, furious. 

“You’re not going to ask if I’m gay?”  

Steve didn’t turn to face him, but Mike saw his eyebrow cocking anyway, given how he was currently glaring a hole in the side of the older teen’s head. 

“Do you want me to?” 

“No.” Mike bit out automatically. “Yes. I don’t know!” 

Steve’s hand found its way back into his hair. 

“Okay then.” Steve paused, clearly fishing for something to say. 

Gleefully, Mike watched him struggle. 

“Do you like guys?” He managed finally, looking like he was navigating a minefield more than just talking.

“I don’t know.” Mike stressed, sinking lower in his seat. “Why do you think I was at the bar? I was trying to figure it out!” 

“Honestly I assumed this was some sort of stupid dare--but!” Steve held up a finger, before Mike could interrupt, “But let’s--shit, hold on, I had a speech for this but I kinda wasn’t expecting to use it this soon. Um.”

“You have a speech for me being gay?”

“Not for you.” Steve rolled his eyes. “For--in general! It was an in general, just in case speech!” 

He rounded on Mike, for longer than the younger was comfortable with given Steve took his eyes off the road to do it. “Okay--you can like boobies, you can like, uh--not boobies, and that’s fine! It’s all totally fine!” 

“You are not making it sound like it’s fine.” Mike said, feeling like he’d been taken out by hearing Steve say the word “boobies.” 

Gross, gross, gross. 

“Well it is.” Steve said, in a tone that felt like he was two seconds from adding in a smarmy ‘so there!’ at the end. 

“But I’m dating El.” Mike whined, which really, was both the heart of the matter and the eye of the storm that had been growing in his head for months now. “I can’t be gay if I like her.” 

“Don’t you guys break up and get together like four times a week?”

“No, that's Max and Lucas, El and I are stable.” Mike scoffed. “Or we--we were stable.” 

Before he started to have thoughts about people that weren't his girlfriend. 

Or women.

“Stable for being in middle school, sure.” Steve snorted. “You don’t just have to like one or the other you know. You can like dudes and chicks at the same time.”

Which Mike did not know, on account of being fourteen. 

He did his absolute damndest not to show that realization, instead adding that to the list of reasons why he hated Steve Harrington too.

Steve shouldn't be the one teaching him about who you could like!

“The point is that who you end up loving isn’t a problem.” Steve finally looked back to the road. “Other people might be an issue, and those people we can punch in the face so long as the cops aren’t looking, which isn’t part of the speech so let’s not tell people I said that part, but whatever you do choose, there’s nothing wrong with you.” 

Steve’s voice went firm, as he apparently recalled his speech or something close enough to it because his next words sounded a little rehearsed. “You have people who are here for you, no matter what. Okay?” 

Oh God, Mike was crying again. 

He wanted to punch Steve in his stupid face.

Wanted to hold onto the fury he'd built inside himself. Thrash around, throw himself out of the car, get away from the emotions that felt too big for his chest to contain. 

Instead he felt it all break on Steve's acceptance. On word's he didn't know he needed to hear until they'd been spoken, and sniffed out a quiet; “Okay.” 

Steve of course had to take it too far by reaching over and patting his knee, which they both regretted judging by how quickly Steve took his hand back and the face Mike made at his hand--but it…

It was appreciated, even amongst all Mike's rage.

Steve was appreciated. 

Not that Mike would ever, on pain of death, tell him that. 

Neither said a word for a while, Steve finally landing on a radio that was playing some Top 40 hit, Tears for Fears singing about ruling the world while Mike found himself trying to rebuild his own once again, tired of it having shattered so many times over. 

At least he finally felt better, even if he refused to admit Steve was the reason for it. 

He wasn’t quite done though.

 There was a piece Steve had skipped over, that Mike felt was critically important, if only because it was partly the reason he was having thoughts about being gay in the first place. 

He had to know if Steve saw it too. 

That it wasn’t just him and his stupid head, making up things that weren’t there. 

“Hey Steve?” 

“Yeah?”

“Who was the speech for?” 

Steve sighed. 

“Rule one of the whole queer thing Wheeler, you don’t out other people.” 

Like there were written rules or something.

(Maybe there were, it wasn't like Mike knew.)

“Was it Will?” Mike asked, and pretended like he didn’t desperately want the answer to be yes. 

 Steve didn’t say a thing, but the fact he nearly took the car off the road was a pretty solid answer in itself. 

“We’re not playing guessing games about other people’s sexualites!” He yelped, hands gripping the steering wheel as Mike felt a wave of relief crash through him. 

Will was--maybe, possibly, also--queer too. 

Which didn’t make this any better but it--wasn’t the not preferred outcome, either. 

(It wasn’t just Mike struggling alone, trying to figure out if his best friend wanted to be more than that, if El was breaking up with him and more and more because she wanted to be less than a girlfriend, if things were changing and he would have no one--) 

“I’m not out here picking Will up from a gay bar dipshit, I’m picking you up, and this is your reminder that next time, you should just come talk to me!” Steve ranted. 

Mike snorted.

He absolutely hated Steve Harrington, but--

“Fine.” He said, talking so low he could barely be heard. “I will.”

--maybe Mike did have someone in his corner after all. 

Even if it was just Steve. 

xXx

Bonus: 

“Between you and me, that kid is gayer than a two dollar bill.” 

“Wow Robin,” Steve teased, “Isn’t that like, a slur or whatever?” 

He snickered when she rolled her eyes and threw a roll of stickers his way. 

“I’m just saying. Did you see the way he was looking at you when you were showing off your stupid biceps?” Robin said, nudging her shoulder into Steve’s. “Will’s gonna have a rude awakening later if he hasn’t already.” 

Steve nudged her back, but kept his gaze on the Party as they trooped their way from Family Video to the arcade next door, the realization that they now had connections for free rentals making them downright gleeful. 

Will was the last one in, and Steve watched him hurry so as to not be left behind. 

He didn’t like to worry about the dipshits, but Robin was just putting voice to a thought Steve knew he wasn’t the first person to have.

And if he noticed it, then it didn't exactly bode well as being kept a secret. 

“Should we like…talk to him about that?” He asked after a long moment, turning to face Robin.

“Us?” She pointed at herself, before turning her finger on Steve. “Why us?” 

“Well you’re into girls.” He gave her a pointed look, glad that the store was empty of everyone but them so he could actually voice all this. “And I’m fine with it.”

“Yeah I’m sure he wants to know you’re fine with it.” Robin taunted, but she had her thinking face on, eyes out to the middle distance. “I barely know him. You barely know him--he’s the quietest out of all your kids.”

“They’re not my kids.” Steve argued automatically. “They're like a weird cross between shitty siblings and that kid in your class who never leaves you alone.” 

A fact Steve no longer took for granted, even if he made it sound like the worst thing ever.

“I just think it’d be nice if he knew that he had people in his corner, you know? Who supported him and shit.” 

“Steve, you compared my crush to a muppet, that wasn’t supportive.” Robin countered, but it too was on automatic. 

Softer she admitted; “You’re right though. If I had known other queer people, if I had known people would accept me...it would have made things a lot easier.”

A very long pause, in which both of them stewed for a moment, before Robin abruptly slapped her hand down on the table.

“Okay, you got me. We're doing it, and I'm making us a speech.”

“A speech?” 

“Yes dingus, a speech. I know you, you’re terrible when you’re put on the spot with this kinda thing, and trust me with things like this the moment will be spontaneous.”

“It’s Will, how spontaneous can it be?” Steve challenged back. “Getting a dinner order out of him is a chore.” 

“Stop whining and hand me that notepad. Im telling you its gonna happen when you least expect it and then you're gonna thank me later.”

“It better not happen without you.”  Steve sighed, but passed the notepad over.

God the things he did for those stupid kids. 

Bonus x2

Steve would later go on to use the speech on himself, in a gas station bathroom mirror, eyes wide and freaked out after Eddie Munson called him Big Boy in a van they stole, while Robin snickered behind him. 

He would turn on her, snapping that she; “Help me with this dammit!” 

In return she’d remind him that Tammy might sing like a muppet but Eddie  was the guy who stepped on lunches while giving speeches at lunch and sticking his tongue out, and “Really Steve, I think I won best gay awakening, here.” 

Which would promptly start an argument regarding how it wasn’t a competition, which would continue for another fifteen or so odd years before finding its way as a reference into both of their speeches as each other’s best man. 

Nancy and Eddie wouldn’t get it at either wedding, but Mike would.

#Mike POV for most of it #Mike is one of Steve's kids #and they both hate that lmao #pre steddie (its at the end) #this has both #mentions of #el/mike #and #byler #Mike's going through a sexuality crisis anyway #period appropriate language #Ronance mention #lumax mention #mike sneaks into a gay bar #that isnt a gay bar lol #let see what else #coming out #acceptance #a lot of sass #Title is Up and Down that Road #I love writing Steve like hes that older teen in the goonies #just suddenly saddled with kids while trying to flirt lol

[eeunoia]

Yandere Ni-ki brother in law plsss❤️

pairings: nishimura riki x reader

synopsis: your brother-in-law doesn't like you for his brother and wants you for himself instead.

warnings: yandere themes, mentions of death, violence, twenty year old riki and mention of sharp objects. (let me know if i missed some)

meeting your husband's family was probably one of the most memorable thing for you. not just because they will soon be part of your life, but also 'cause you couldn't seem to forget the dark look on his youngest brother's eyes. it honestly made you feel things you couldn't explain. he did told you that his brother was just really a shy boy so you shouldn't worry too much and that he will probably warm up soon.

you wanted so bad to be close to him, maybe because he's three years younger and you've never had a younger brother. he was cute despite being as tall as your husband, jay. cheeks still have that baby fat, lips so plump like a duckling and his face sprinkled with moles that made him extra adorable for your eyes.

but all that cute demeanor vanished when you saw him after a year. very tall—taller than your husband even, a little bit more muscular, hair bleached and looking so confident with his own skin. the shy boy his brothers use to describe his as gone like as if he wasn't even there.

since riki's university is closer to your place, your husband kindly offered to take him in during his school days which is totally okay with you. i mean, its riki. his younger brother and your brother in law. what could go wrong, right? Right?

“your brother just turned eighteen, right?” you asked your husband one night while you both cleaned after having your meal.

jay scoffed after giving you a slight glance while washing the dishes, “eighteen? babe, my brother turned twenty already.”

your mouth turned 'o' and gave an embarrassed smile. you felt bad totally miscalculating his age. he reassured you that its totally fine and you shouldn't worry too much about it.

“i'm just nervous. you know how he doesn't like me.” you pout and your husband broke into a small smile before walking closer, hand resting over your hips.

“come on, he does like you. maybe you can use this chance to be close to him, right?” he placed a quick kiss at your cheeks. his words of encouragement comforting you and made you smile.

“you're right.”

and so from there on, you tried hard to get close to him. every time he needs something, you try to help and provide it for him. thankfully, you are currently working at home giving you more time to take care of the two boys.

“drive safely, i love you.” you bid softly and even placed a kiss over your husband's lips, one morning while he's off to work with riki. he will give him a ride to his university.

your eyes unconsciously caught riki's eyes and you shiver because of how dark they look. in an instant, they changed into a more calmer one and glanced away. you were caught off guard for a while, but shrugged it off convincing yourself that you just hallucinating.

“bye, riki.” and you waved with big smiles.

he glanced at you while opening the passenger seat to his brother's car. and the joy you felt when he smiled a little and waved at you was just indescribable. you knew every effort from day one paid off.

gradually, your relationship with your brother in law develops. from sending small waves, giving small smiles and answering you with short responses to actually making long conversations with him.

riki really did warmed up to you and it made you so happy. your husband was also so delighted to see the two important people in his life getting along well.

“noona,” your head snaps over to the side and saw him by the door.

you raised your hand and pointed at the phone by your ear signalling that you will just finish it. he smiles and nodded before putting his bag at the sofa then starts taking off his shoes.

“hello, riki. how's your day? you hungry?” you stood up and approaches him. he glanced up at you and back at his shoes after giving a nod.

you chuckled and messed his hair lightly before walking towards the kitchen to cook him a small meal.

“you going somewhere tomorrow, noona?” he asks because riki don't have classes so he's wondering if you can hang out with him.

a big wide smile made it to your lips. “yes, we're going to see our doctor.”

his brows were quick to furrow, worry flashes down his face.

“doctor? why? are you sick?”

you let out a chuckle, “no. your brother and i are planning to have our first kid so we're asking experts about it. we'll be getting test for it.”

you thought that it will excite riki because you saw how he is with kids. he loves them. he will sure be good with his future nephews or nieces. but his face turned serious and eyes went completely blank.

“a-are you okay, riki?”

instead of answering you, he lets go of his utensils and stood up. he didn't even bother finishing his food and just starts walking away.

“riki, is there something wrong?” you grab him by his arm to stop and check on him.

his eyes darted down and then back at you. your grip loosen at the way his eyes looked so dark. the same chills you felt the first time you've seen him flashes through you. it was unexplainable and you aren't able to stop him when he started walking away again.

he didn't went out of his room after that and you decided to just let him be for now. maybe he just really lost his mood. everyone have those times.

you laid inside your shared bedroom and waits patiently for your husband. he texted you saying he will be home a little bit later. while overthinking about what happened between you and riki awhile ago, you didn't even realized that you fell asleep.

the bed creaks awoken you from your deep slumber. eyes slightly fluttering open and saw how the room was dimly lit. you remembered that you left the lights on, but maybe jay arrived.

you were about to call for him but a pair of strong pair of arms slid over your waist from behind, causing a small smile spreading across your face. he placed a kiss over your head that made you smile as you shut your eyes close.

but your brows furrowed slightly when you felt how his breathing was a little odd. like he was catching his breath or something. you opened your eyes and retrieve your hand that was resting over his arm wrapped over your waist. your eyes adjusted through the dark and your heart sank at the sight of dark red blood.

“j-jay?” your lips tremble and you turn your head to glance at him.

your eyes grew big when instead of seeing your husband, you saw his riki—your brother in law.

the dead look on his face terrifies you before you scattered to stand up from the bed. riki sat up and tears stream down your eyes as you look at him with terror in your eyes.

“w-what happened? where's your brother?” you turned and looked over the window from your bedroom.

“dead.” his words didn't process to you right away.

no, he's probably lying. he did said he will be home late so there's a possibility that he isn't home yet.

heart shattered at the sight of his car already parked right outside. the thought that something bad really happened to your husband broke you and almost made you lose your strength.

shivers ran your spine when riki stood behind you then hugs you, resting his head by your neck.

“it's okay, noona. i did it. i fixed it.”

with trembling lips, “what did you d-do, riki?”

he took in a breath, inhaling your scent that's heavenly for him.

“got rid of the problem of course!” he stops and nuzzle closer. you felt so scared and disgusted by how close he is, but the fear had you stoned on your position.

“my brother doesn't deserve you, noona. you,” he stalls and slowly move away from you. he hold your arms and made you face him.

eyes filled with tears you took courage to look at him. the soft look on his eyes were useless because of the blood all over his face and shirt. your mind are slowly going blank. starting to ask if this is really happening or you're just dreaming. if this is a nightmare, you want to wake up from it already.

“you are mine.” he cupped your face and you tried to move your face away but he hold it firmly before wiping off your tears.

“so pretty and mine. all mine.” he whispered and placed a kiss at your forehead.

you are about to push him off when you felt something sharp, pointing at your sides. when you looked at riki, his eyes are now darkly glancing down at you.

“don't even think of doing something or i'll hurt you, noona.” his tone so cold. “you know i don't want to, right? i just want you to be all mine and now you are.”

you cried out of frustration because you cannot do anything. you felt so powerless over riki and you can't do anything to save yourself and your husband from this situation. your every nerves fear the younger boy standing in front of you.

“i love you.” he whispers caging you into a hug and you were left without any choice but to give in, silently praying that all of these were nothing but a bad dream.

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[sebsallowapologist]

Bathtub

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Rated: M - 18+

Warnings: naked mc, making up after a fight, post Hogwarts, auror Sebastian, curse breaker mc, comfort, fluff, female body worship

After a horrible fight about MC risking her life at her job Sebastian makes it up to her with a little bit of pampering.

I apparate outside of the small home I share with my husband in the small Hamlet of Feldcroft.

The light was on, so I knew he was awake. Fuck, he’d be waiting up for me after our knock down drag out fight this morning. All that work staying late at the office to avoid him for nothing.

Since the Ranrok fell when I had been in school, the hamlet finally came back to life, new families moved in bringing children, new businesses and a lively hood that Sebastian said he hadn’t seen since he was a child. When the two of us graduated and got engaged it only made sense to move back to the small town.

It had been over six years of married bliss. Sebastian fixed up the house and expanded it, adding rooms for Anne or Ominis to visit should they want to. He even put up with me when I took absolutely forever redoing the kitchen, spending hours letting me change the cabinet color.

The married bliss has been interrupted this morning, after Sebastian brought up his distaste for my job for the millionth time. I was a curse breaker, he was an auror. They were both exciting, but sometimes dangerous jobs but he was keen to cut yours down any chance he took. I loved my job, loved helping people and he just seemed to think it was a fun little hobby.

It all came to a head this morning when he simply told me the work you did wasn’t WORTH it. I’d come home late again, but he’d come home late often for work.

It would have hurt less if he had slapped me. After he said that I had gotten up from bed, threw on the first thing I could find and spit out that I was going to your worthless job, and he shouldn’t wait up for you that night.

That was about 19 hours ago, and now here I am, standing outside your home, too nervous to apparate directly into your living room.

The nurse who worked at my office had done a fine time patching me up after the mission had gone somewhat sideways, but there I was again - coming home banged up. It was just going to give Sebastian fuel for his stupid argument.

Before I could gather your nerve the front door to the cottage opened, your husband backlit.

He was still wearing the clothes from his office, but his cloak was gone. His shirt sleeves rolled up to rest right above his elbows.

“Come here, love.” He says and gestures for me to come to the house. I sigh and give in, pushing my anxiety aside as I limp into my home.

When I reach Sebastian I’m ready for the lecture to begin, but he simply pushes my hair behind my ear, gently cups my cheek and gives me the softest kiss I’ve ever had. He pulls back, not before giving me a few extra pecks.

Sebastian takes my limp hand and leads me to the bathroom connected to our bathroom. The tub at the back of the room was steaming, a layer of bubbles peaking out over the edge of the porcelain. 

Two candle sticks sat on either side of the tub, basking the dark space in a warm glow. Fresh cut flowers from the garden sat in a beautiful vase on the stool next to the white clawfoot tub. 

Sebastian looks proud of himself as you take the room in, “Seb.” You whisper. “This is... beyond.” 

He squeezes my hand and drags me toward the center of the room. “I have to apologize.” He sighs, his hands reaching for the lapel of my coat, helping me slide it off my shoulders. Neither one of us makes a move to catch it s it falls to the ground. 

“It wasn’t fair of me.” He continues. “To not take your job as seriously as I take mine.” He sighs, lifting my chin up so our eyes meet. It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been together, my heart races as soon as he looks at me like that. Like I’m the only thing worth being soft for.

I sigh and he starts slowly, carefully undoing the buttons on the front of my button up shirt. “To me, my job is worth risking my life for. That’s easy.” He sighs, sliding my shirt off my shoulders, letting it fall to join my coat on the ground. 

“But when you risk your life.” He sighs. “For as noble as a reason can be- It’s impossible that your life is worth risking for anything. Your life is the most important thing in my world.” 

He easily pops the button of my pants off and helps me step out of them. He makes quick work of my undergarments, and when I’m fully naked he takes my hand and helps me into the bath, still kept warm by his magic. 

I sink into the water and moan, the heat helping to relax all the well worn muscles. I rest my head on the side of the tub and look up at the man I love. “Do you understand?” Sebastian asks. “It’s not that your job isnt important. It’s just that to me- you’re more important.” 

I turn my head to stare up at the ceiling for a second before closing my eyes. “I think you’re going to have to get over that.” 

Sebastian drags over the chair thats next to my vanity, sitting down next to the tub. “And I’m working on that, but you’ll forgive me if it takes me a while to get used to it?” His hand laces through my hair, tugging ever so slightly at the root. I hum in satisfaction and nod, “I think I can give you a bit of grace.”

“Thank you, my love.” He sighs and keeps petting my hair, kissing my forehead every now and then as I relaxed in the tub.

When I make a move to get out of the tub he stands up, holding out his hand to step out of the tub. The water slides down my naked body, droplets running in the valley between my breasts.

Sebastian slowly works his way down my body kissing each bruise, nick, scratch that littered my skin. When he was done kissing every mark he moves his mouth back to my lips, more firm with his kisses now. “I mean how could I not think you are the most important thing in the world.”

He starts at my collarbones skimming his nose down my neck. My husbands hands run over my breasts his fingers pinching my nipples lightly. “Bad boy.” I smile, bringing his face up to meet mine.

“I’m apologizing.” He explains, going back to his assault on my neck.

And so Sebastian apologized.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #gareth weasley #hogwarts legacy fic #sebastian sallow fanfiction

[mywritingonlyfans]

Adorable obsession. /// Graham Dunne X Reader.

prompt: he shows up to see you at every show possible of your band, until he take the courage to ask you out.

words: 1,1K.

warnings: none.

You were in the middle of a soundcheck with your band when you noticed a tall, lanky guy standing in the back of the room. He had a messy mop of brown curly hair and a slightly scruffy beard, but his bright blue eyes stood out against his clumsy appearance. He was watching you intently, and you couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious under his gaze. You were sure that if one day from now someone asked him what you looked like, he'd know how to describe you in detail, in the most sinister way. 

 As you played through your set, you found yourself stealing glances at him as well. He wasn't like the other guys who came to your shows, who were mostly just there to drink and pick up girls. And how did you know that? Well, you've noticed him hidden in the audience more than once. There was something different about him, something quite genuine.

 After the show, you were packing up your gear when you saw him approaching you. "Hey, great set," he said, his voice a little nervous, eyes right at the floor. Still, like a gentleman, he helped you to keep everything. 

 "Thanks," you replied, trying to hide your surprise at his sudden appearance. As you pointed out, you'd expect to see him at the band's shows, and yes, you've actually gotten used to looking for him among people, but he was quiet and focused on his own shoes, you didn't think he'd talk to you.

 "I'm Graham," he said, extending a hand. His eyebrows arched, eyes finally on you, and you broke into a tiny smile.

 "Nice to meet you, Graham. I'm–."

 Interrupting you, in a rather adorable way, he was even polite to shut you up, quite unbelievable, and added that he knew your name. "I've been coming to your shows for a while now, y’know," Graham blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I think you're an amazing keyboard player. And, uh, I think you're really cute too, if you allow me to say."

 You raised an eyebrow, trying to hide your amusement. "Is that so?"

 "Yeah," Graham said, nodding eagerly. He understood her irony, but remained undaunted. "I was wonderin’ if you wanted to grab a drink or something sometime?"

 You couldn't help but smile at his earnestness. "Well, I don’t go out with fans," you said, reaching into your coat pocket and pulling it around your shoulders. You felt stupid, yet you couldn't trust every pretty face you saw in that business, let alone men.

 “Oh, sure, thing,” he became like a tomato, all lost in his feet. “Appears to be unethical, I understand.” And in a jolt of confidence, he went grinning with teeth and cute dimples showing, and this time, looking at you, he asked. "Wait, so you've noticed me here before?" He thought about adding that he was there for you, but besides that being too much, it would be something you obviously already knew.

 “Hm, maybe, I think,” you failed to sustain your character and ended up with hot cheeks and sweaty palms. He realized, consequently, the insecurity he had before you were gone. 

 Nervously, you reached into your pocket, pulling out a loose cigarette and fumbling for the lighter. He had spent countless hours daydreaming about how he could talk to you, organizing plans and possibilities in his head, which now seemed almost divine as he looked at you standing there in front of him. He suddenly remembered that he had a lighter, something he had only kept on him because he had imagined that if he ever talked to you, you might need it. He had also written his number on a clean napkin, with countless plans on how to use it, and now was the moment to put them into action.

 He came closer to you, feeling your scent engulf him completely, and lit the cigarette in between your fingers, he did make it extra, by holding your hand in his. It was not awkward; it felt quite natural, and he hoped you felt the same. He whispered a small "I've got you, honey," before walking away, leaving you feeling comforted by the lingering scent of mint that he had. Up close, his eyes were even bluer than you had thought, and you couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch his pretty curls.

 As you were lost in your thoughts, a laughing boy suddenly interrupted you. He had his hands in his pockets and seemed pleased to have found Graham with you, but he claimed he needed to take Graham away. You smiled politely, nodding at him sympathetically, and he did the same before leaving without another word.

 Left alone again, you felt a sense of loss creeping in that quickly replaced the comfort of Graham's presence that had been there before. You couldn't help but hope to see him at the next show.

 Still feeling haunted by the night, as soon as you got home, your heart picked up speed, and the adrenaline seemed to kick in again. In your pocket was a crumpled napkin, which you found yourself curious about even though you had almost thrown it away. As you read the blue ink on it, you smiled seeing Graham's number followed by a message, "For the most talented keyboard player with the most striking eyes I've ever seen, here's my number in case you want to give me a chance!" This time, you didn't resist, dialing his phone number as soon as you finished reading it. You barely let him speak before you said, "You have a date with me tomorrow. You better be there, Graham."

 His face lit up and it was like you could feel him through the call. He was actually smiling, jumping up and down with the phone in his hand as Camila and Warren cheered for him. You could hear everything and he didn't care, it was how he genuinely felt. "Yeah, tomorrow works great. Just give me the name of the place and I’ll be there waiting for you, my girl." You laughed at that, warming his chest up.

 As the call broke apart, you couldn't help but feel a little giddy. There was something about Graham that was different from anyone else you had ever met, you could be wrong, but you had to get to explore it. You couldn't wait to get to know him better.

...

i have a fanfic with karen posted, it's on my blog in case you're interested in reading it!

#graham dunne #daisy jones and the six #djats #graham dunne x reader #graham dunne smut #will harrison #djats fanfic

[tomatoswup]

sweet spot -`♡´-

summary: curiosity killed the cat they say at first, but it definitely brought it back. At the heat of the moment, you find a pretty hidden sweet spot of Vash's that you'll remember forever! Such a delicious face!

warnings/tags: Minors DNI, nsfw,,sprinkles of praise,, afab,, marking,, what if vash had an erogenous spot on the roof of his mouth,,and yeah fingers are going into mouths bestie,,, lil bully vash moment,, i dont know whether or not to put top!vash or submissive!vash because its kinda giving a mix of both,,,fuck it, its a tag now,, short drabble,,,plant dynamics

there might be mistakes bc i wrote this at bumfuck 2 AM and i can't read straight, i really almost wrote fetty instead of pretty like???

A/N: You know whats funny, I wrote this at first with a focus on Vash's sharp canine teeth (title was originally gonna be show me your teeth)but the most brilliant idea popped up in my head i needed to write it. still kept the teeth and marking part in bc :P i hope i didn't write this like a dentist visit LMFAOO,,im sorry if this didn't make sense i need to sleep lmfaooo ENJOYYY~

p.s: theres an small extra at the bottom :D

Vash was certainly somewhat of a wacky guy.

NOT in a bad way, definitely not! You loved him with all your heart but there were a few things he left you so curious about, especially after confessing his plant origin to you that while back.

So you often observed him, how he interacted with others, whenever he was proud, shy, nervous or angry. And every time he grinned or gave people a big smile, you always peeped at those sharp canines of his. Were they normally that pointy? Or what it because he was a plant?

"Hey Vash..." You called out to him one day as the group walked into an inn for the night.

"Eh?" He turned to look down at you, an innocent smile on his face "What's up?"

There perhaps may have been a mistake asking him that question, especially when the both of you had been a bit worked up over the month. The roads have been tough, and the two of you haven't had a moment alone together in so long.

As night arrived, the moans and groans of the bedroom grew louder and thank god everyone had gone to the local pub for the night, leaving the both of you to ravish each other in peace, even if it were just for a few hours.

You wouldn't have been able to face everyone if they heard.

Each buck of his hips into you had you gasping for air as the dull pain of his grip on the side of your thigh had you wanting to run laps around the room. Well.. if you could.

With legs keeping a tight wrap around Vash's hips, your grip on the sheets around you had the whites of your knuckles showing. It felt a bit embarassing as Vash towered over you but did you really care? nope

"You look so beautiful.." He moaned out, delivering another hard thrust into your gaping hole as the dirty squelching noises of cum mixed in with both of yalls' heavy breathing and panting.

Vash did think you looked quite heavenly though. The hickeys, the bite marks on your shoulders and around your breasts, he really wished he could see you like this everyday if he could.

"Won't you.." You whimpered "..look at your self p-prettybo- Oh~" Did you finish your sentence? You couldn't really tell by the way Vash's cock hit that delicious spot in you, making you tighten your legs around him to get closer, to leave no space.

To leave nothing.

"C-Can't even tell me what you wanna say?"

God he made you dizzy, the stickiness of both your bodies together and him dragging his tongue around your nipples made you less lucid than you thought you had been. You tried to catch your breath, you really did, but it had gotten hard to as the coiling feeling at the core of your stomach made you just want a bit more.

just a bit...

Opening your eyes, you hazily looked at Vash’s flushed face, sweat starting to show on his forehead and the blond strands of hair starting to stick to it as he gave you a cheeky grin that made you laugh amidst the pleasure. Letting one hand go from the bundled up sheet above your head, you shakily lifted it up to his face and caressed his cheek.

"V-Vash.." You hitched out, the pad of your thumb brushing over his swollen pink lips before they entered his mouth in the heat of the moment.

And Vash accepted, giving you a small groan as you felt the his saliva coat it, and his teeth graze it. But suddenly, when your thumb accidentally hit the roof of his mouth, specifically his palate, you watched in awe.

In pure awe actually, as Vash's eyes fluttered shut, letting out a choked and long moan you've never heard before.

Desperation.

Need.

Holy shit.

You felt his cock start to twitch in you as you let out a breathy chuckle "A plant thing I missed?"

You moved your thumb to caress his palate one more time as you felt his thrusts lose rhythm, the pure look of pleasure washing over his face as the tips of his brows furrowed and the grip on your thigh tightened. He had lost his composure, turning into jelly just because of that touch.

You found a sweet spot of his that you didn't know about..

And oh fuck he looked pretty just like that.

You shuttered at the sight of Vash's blissed face as the edges of his ears turned red, his eyes only opening just enough for you to see the tad bit of watering. "Mpfh..."He whined out in need muffled by your finger before suddenly, the strong, deep thrust of his cock into your cervix had you arch your back and gasp, making you quickly take your finger out of his mouth to desperately grab his shoulder.

"I'm sorry.." He panted, a line of saliva running down the corner of his mouth as you felt him get bigger inside you, causing you to mewl at the sudden change. Feeling large calloused hands finding themselves at your waists, you looked back at Vash as the patterns of blue scattered over his face and scarred chest "Hold on..." Your eyes widened at the realization of his words.

"W-WAIT- AH!~”

Oh isn't Vash just so cute!

extra:

-homeboy just railed you to oblivion and thinks you can walk normal the next morning? PFTTTT

-You made sure to give Vash a playful punch on the shoulder when the both of you awoke in the morning.

-"and you didn't tell me that you had a spot on the top of your mouth?"

-"ya know, i had completely forgot about that hahaha -queue vash shyly scratching the side of his cheek.

-and you wonder how he could be shy after the way he fucked you sideways,, QUITE LITERALLY

-you make sure to try and touch it with your tongue when the both of yall make out though🫶

-plant tingz💕

-have fun! :D

#vash x reader #trigun imagines #trigun #trigun headcanons #vash imagine #trigun stampede x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #trigun smut #vash the stampede smut #im so tired my eyes hurt #i should fix my sleeping schedule #I WAS MENTALLY DERANGED WHEN I FIRST THOUGHT #“hm what if vash has an extra plant erogenous spot?” #YALL KNOWWWW I ATE THAT IDEA UP UGH #trigun maximum headcanons

[jvnluvr]

torn lies ; itoshi sae ♡

author’s note: i came up with a something on a whim today after my lovely follower @uvbnr21-killer requested so i'm sorry it took a bit. nobody saw the first post, i forgot to add tags so i deleted it and now am rewriting it. kaiser angst would hurt my soul, but sae fits this perfectly. i'm so nervous & scared because i never write angst so i hope this is okay.

itoshi sae couldn't, wouldn't and will never understand you. maybe that's why he keeps coming back into your life.

itoshi sae x f!reader

notes: foul language, implied toxic relationship, reader has anxiety and hand tremors, sae acts like he's innocent when he's not, ft. isagi and rin

"i understand. now say it with me, we're gonna be okay.”

that was the last lie itoshi sae could say to you.

how long had it been? with how busy your life had become, itoshi sae was just a distant thought in the back of your mind. a man you wished you had never met, never wanted, or never had been with. how could a man, even like him, be so heartless? you knew him, you knew that wasn't him, but that doesn't mean he was going to change.

as much as you could have dwelled upon it, cried about it, have gotten angry about it, and all these other complex emotions humans could feel, there was simply no point. itoshi sae has been long gone, and life had made other plans. you became a professional athlete, just like itoshi-. wait, you just said you would stop thinking about him.

see, that was the entire problem. taking the same career path of the man who was once yours just made you think about him more. your mind was tainted with the thought of sae. you couldn't keep living like this, life was already miserable as is. you couldn't go out in public without having to hide away like you were an embarrassment. nobody knew, but they knew. they knew from the way you would rarely come out in public anymore, the way cameras caught your hands tremoring trying to talk to interviewers.

…

"can't you just leave me the fuck alone?”

"i’m your girlfriend for fuck's sake! you can talk to me for 5 minutes a day if you're really that busy."

"yeah? 'know what, you aren't worth those 5 extra fucking minutes.

…

what came after that was more yelling, then it came to tears, and finally, you left what you had once called home, what you had once called your forever. you slammed an awakening in itoshi sae's face before you left, for good.

"[name]! tell us how you feel about the upcoming match." an interviewer asked, shoving the mic close to your lips. "i think it'll be good." you let out a very monotoned voice, signaling that your anxiety was starting to get worse again. "ah, please share some more thoughts with-"

"oh look! it's itoshi sae!! why is he here?" your eyes widened as you followed the voice, and it came from all across the area. " think she'll leave with us, thanks for your time." a smooth, yet deep voice replied near your ear before you were dragged away. you already knew who it was, so you looked back once last time, seeing the interviewer run off in the voice's direction.

"everyone is obsessed with him, it makes me sick." you sighed out, your breathing starting to get shallower. “thanks for dragging me out of there.” the man let you go, letting you sink to the ground and hug your knees. "stupid media people, forget them. how are you feeling?” isagi yoichi asked, crouching down to meet your pained eyes.

"'Il be fine, jus' hope this fuckin' tremors stop before i have to go on." your hands were burning. not because of the tremors, nor was it because of isagi. because every single thing you did reminded you of itoshi sae. you were more than just frustrated because of this, so you couldn't help but try and rip your hair out as your eyes watered.

"fuckin' asshole, how could he say that even 5 minutes for me was a waste of his time," you mumbled, not wanting to lose your composure in such a public place. "sae-san will never change, [name]. you deserve a lot better anyway. c'mon, the other guys are waiting for you." he held your hands as he helped you get up, but it was all mindless movement in your eyes. walking into the stadium, across the bleachers, everything felt blank.

itoshi sae is the worst.

how could he do such a thing?

was that really the sae you fell in love with?

no, he'll come back, right?

he didn't mean it.

whatever, fuck him anways.

an inner monologue with yourself that always bought you to shreds. what point was there in constantly being in a stage of denial when the evidence was right in your hollow eyes? you so desperately wished for your feelings to change, for your heart to not crave, desire, to want to love itoshi sae. but he always walked away. away from his friends, his family, from you.

"[name?] is it sae again?' itoshi rin snapped you out of your trance again. you blinked widely a couple times, before your tired eyes met rin's. '''t wouldn't usually be this bad, stupid fuckin' guy decided to waltz into here today." you grumbled to him, in which he sighed.

"sorry, [name.] even i don't know why he keeps coming back. it's best if you just ignore him though. sae doesn't actually care, we've seen."

yeah, itoshi sae doesn't care about you.

…

then why his is gaze so warm?

you're on the field, staring into the crowds of people when you see him. you could only manage a second of eye contact, but immediately you felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest.

…

"don't do that."

"do what, [name]?"

"don't look at me like you still care.”

…

"good game out there today, [name]."

"you don't mean it. why are you back?" you could feel the tremors coming back, despite your best efforts to control them.

"tch, i'm not allowed to tell someone 'good job?"'

"should you fuckin' be allowed to break someone's heart? no! but ya did it anyway. now get out of my sight, stupid egoist." it's vicious, but it's also been long overdue.

[name], it's been so long, why are you still hung up-"

"you're an asshole who ruined my life, all because you're a narcissist, self-centered and close-minded. you want me to spell out more?"

for once, your voice stood against him.

his eyes widened, an unmistakable look in his eyes saying that he didn't expect that, not out of you.

and for the first time, you walked away from itoshi sae.

#itoshi sae #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #blue lock imagines #blue lock itoshi sae #bllk x reader #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae x y/n #itoshi sae x you #blue lock angst

[luimagines]

Four found himself separated from the group. They’d gone into some kind of annoying dungeon that seemed to split off everybody. He had no idea where you were, where he was, if you were okay, or where the rest of the group was.

To make matters worse, he got caught in some kind of weird trap. He’s literally stuck to the floor and the wall at the ankles and the wrists. At least he had a lot of time to himself to think. That was usually a good thing, but not lately.

He had always prided himself on his powers of observation. He reads people extremely well. Well… he usually prided himself on that, anyway. Lately there was one person who made him wish his EQ wasn’t nearly so high. You. Four’s got a massive crush on you, to the point where he’s barely even able to reasonably call it a crush anymore. He’s entirely enamored. He loves your face, your hair, your eyes, your intelligence, the kinds of jokes you make… he could go on for days. He’s got it bad.

But for all his powers of observation, he can’t seem to find even the smallest hint that you might see him as more than a friend. All the playful touches and other displays of affection are never outside of the caliber that you show to literally anyone else in the group. If anything, he thinks you might have feelings for the Traveller because of how much time the pair of you spend running off and getting into trouble.

Four tries really hard not to be upset every time you offer the freckled boy a smile when he’s nervous or when the pair of you run off somewhere while holding hands. You’re a sentient being with your own thoughts, feelings, opinions, and — most importantly — free will. You’re not his to be possessive or jealous over. It’s wrong of him to want to cry as he watches you fall asleep on Hyrule’s shoulder after a particularly long day. But he can’t deny the ache in his heart or the way he clenched his fist, digging his fingers into his palms, in order to try and lessen some of the hurt.

He’ll have to content himself with being your friend.

“Oh there you are! I’ve been trying to find somebody for ages!… can I talk to you about something, as long as we’re alone? If you don’t mind indulging my silly worries, again, that is.” He looks up, mentally kicking himself for the boyish smile that instantly spreads across his face at the sound of his favorite voice. Of course he has patience for you, are you kidding? He would gladly fight Vaati again, or that Ganon guy everyone else keeps talking about, if it meant you’d spend an extra couple minutes with him. The world could literally be on fire and he’d still find a spare minute to talk to— he’s startled out of his thoughts when he hears someone else speak up.

“Yeah, what’s up?” It’s the traveler. Four chokes on his sob as he realizes that you probably can’t even see him from where you are. Curse his stupid height. Although, that does explain why you didnt seem worried about him being glued to a wall. He knows he shouldn’t listen in, but he’s consumed with the same errant desire as whenever he sees a clay pot. He knows it’s wrong, but he just can’t resist.

“I know you keep telling me that I should just tell Four I’ve got a crush on him, but I just can’t. I’m too scared to lose him as a friend or make this journey awkward since we can’t exactly avoid each other.”

Four freezes, he’s too shocked even to gasp. He can’t believe his ears. He doesn’t believe his ears. He must’ve heard wrong. There’s- there’s just no way.

“Do you really think he’s that kind of person?” The traveler asks you.

“No,” you sigh, “he’s probably not.”

“And besides,” Hyrule continues in a tone of voice that tells Four he’s got one eyebrow raised at you and is getting ready to tease you as the boy lowers his voice slightly, “there’s absolutely no way he could bring himself to reject you.”

Four’s blood runs cold. If — and he doesn’t entirely believe it’s possible — you do in fact return his feelings, then he wants to tell you properly. He doesn’t want you to hear it secondhand. You deserve so much more than that. And this is absolutely just his pride talking, but the last person he wants it to come from is the guy he’d been thinking you were in love with the whole time. He doesn’t blame the traveler, but the other young man had already prevented him from realizing he had a chance. He doesn’t want to lose the ability to make a romantic confession to you to him as well.

But try as he might, he can’t move a muscle. He can’t react. His brain is moving at a million miles a minute — it always does that — he has a plan, a vague idea of what he’d say, some ideas about how to make this impromptu confession special. Okay he doesn’t have a plan, he has a wishlist. But he can turn a wishlist into a plan! He’ll just… improvise a bit. But he can’t move.

“Huh? What do you mean?” You ask the traveler. Four can see you tilting your head and furrowing your brow in confusion and, oh Hylia, you’re adorable. He wants to run up to you and hug you and kiss you and tell you over and over again that everything’s okay. That there’s nothing to worry about. That he loves you too. That he’s got you now and he’ll never let you go. That you’ll never lose him because he won’t let that happen. But he can’t seem to make his body move.

Hyrule chuckles and, unwittingly, does the last thing Four wants him to, “because he’s been pining hopelessly for months now? C’mon, is it not obvious?”

You shake your head, entirely in disbelief. “No, there’s no way. I’m pretty sure he’s got a thing for his Zelda. I mean, we all saw the way they were looking at eachother when we were in his era.”

Four almost didn’t notice the tears streaming down his face. You look so sad and resigned. He can’t decide if he’s more upset that Hyrule is dashing all of his fantasies about confessing or that he’s been hurting you somehow through a miscommunication. Desperate, now — hoping to save some of his dreams (the look of delighted surprise on your face as he gives you a confession grand enough to suit your beauty. He wants nothing more than to make you as happy as you possibly can be) — he tries to call out to you. His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Whatever magic that has him stuck seems to be keeping him from communicating. There’s nothing he can do but watch.

Hyrule was just about to reply when the two of you were attacked. Four couldn’t do anything. He just had to watch it. Watch Hyrule try to protect you but be quickly outnumbered as the monster’s blood came back black. There was red blood, too. Yours. Lots of it. Four would have given anything, anything at all to rush in and save you. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t do anything but watch as they killed you. He was sobbing uncontrollably.

The monsters came for him next. Suddenly he could move again. He ran through the clearing and into the woods. He kept running until the pain in his side caused him to collapse to his knees. He thought it was a side stitch, but his hand came away bloodied and he noticed there were blood-soaked bandages around his torso. Huh. They must’ve got him. Maybe now he could join you.

“-our! FOUR! Goddessdamnit Link WAKE UP!!” His eyes shot open and there you were, sitting right in front of him. Alive. Mercifully alive, unscathed, and gorgeous. His eyes were wet and fresh tears started streaming down his face. He didn’t care. He let himself fall forward and hugged you both as if he were afraid you might disappear if he let go and as if you might shatter if he held you too tightly. He hugged you like you were the most precious thing in the universe.

“Oh thank the Three.” He whispered as he cradled your head closer with one of his hands. Confused, you hugged him back.

“What… was that? Link? I need you to talk to me.” You spoke softly, gently stroking his hair to comfort him as he trembles a little in your arms.

“You died.” Is all he cares to say about it. You, however, are still confused. “Is that the last thing you remember? Why did you start running?” You sound worried. He doesn’t like that.

“The monsters followed me out of the dungeon. Or… I thought they did. I guess it was a nightmare.”

“Oh, Link.” You speak sympathetically as you realize what happened, “that sounds more like a night terror to me. That’s when your brain doesn’t register that the dream is over when you wake up. Sometimes people will still see the dream happening around them in the waking world. In the moment it can seem so real.”

You take one of his hands and move it to your neck so that he can feel your pulse, “here. Proof that I’m not another hallucination. I’m alive and safe, see?”

His breathing starts to even out as his brain begins to sort out what was a dream and what wasn’t. He realizes he woke up as soon as he was in the clearing. The dungeon wasn’t real. Right? “Where’d the bandages come from?” He asks cautiously.

“You took an arrow when our camp got attacked late last night. It was followed by a club to the back of the head and you passed out.” You sigh guiltily, “you wouldn’t’ve gotten hurt if you hadn’t been protecting me. Speaking of that injury, though,” you scoop him up into your arms with surprising strength (that might have something to do with how small he is), but Four isn’t inclined to complain in the slightest.

“Oh.” Four says lamely, blushing, “well it was worth it. I’m glad you’re okay.” He leans in closer to you, deciding he can blame it on the blood loss if you ask too many questions. He just wants to be close to you. He’s wanted that for so long.

- glitter ✨

Oh poor Four-! Hyrule sold him out, they were attacked and he had to watch it all from a distance.

He would have no doubt lost his mind.

But yes, blame the blood loss. You can blame a whole lot on the blood lost and get away with it. XD

#pinky replies #anon stories

[girlboybug]

trash magic

"boy, you wanna hold me down and tell me that you love me?"

or the one where you get a tattoo for joel and he shows you just how much he appreciates it.

what’s playing 🎧 trash magic by lana del rey

pairing : joel miller x reader

word count : 2k

*unedited*

CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUT, joel is sooo super turned on by your tattoo, size kink, overstimulation, mentions of unspecified age gap, unprotected sex, tit-fucking, lots of heavy petting/groping, praise and hints of degrading, joel is a dirty depraved man muahaha

TRIGGER WARNINGS : uhh none come to mind but if there’s something that is triggering plz let me know. otherwise enjoy <3

a/n : hi guys i’m so sorry it took me FOREVER to update, i just wanted to post smth small bc i felt bad abt my lack of presence on here. i wanna say thank u so much for the love and support on my work it means the absolute WORLD to me. life has just been so draining and writing has fallen to the back burner and i HATE it but here, i hope this slightly makes up for it, i promise i have a lot in store!!

it had been just a little over a month. a little over a month without joel was time spent cruelly—longingly. and in all honesty, most people in jackson wondered why you were so distraught over his lack of presence, unable to comprehend why a young, pretty girl spent all her time trailing behind a stone-faced old man. but he was your stone-faced old man. his hard glare, monotone responses and hands that were perpetually stuck in fists, were all aspects you loved about him, despite the fact that they seemed to act as a wall to block everyone out.  but what people didn’t realize was that those walls came right back down the second it came to you. 

you figured their judgment lied in the point of view that they had of him. they only saw cold joel, unfriendly joel who had zero time for anyone except ellie and, maybe you. but they didn't see the way he was when you were alone. they didn’t see the way his face would drop all its coldness when he'd look at you, his fists following in suit and unraveling into gentle hands that would tighten around your jaw to pull you up for a kiss. instead, all they saw was a hardened old man leading on some girl young enough to be his daughter. 

and even if he was, you didn't care. it was hard to care about anything when he'd press his mouth over yours, enveloping you in and cleansing you of everything you've ever worried about the second his tongue pushed past your lips. you replayed the way his scruff felt against your skin, your bare tummy…your inner thighs. you squirmed around in the booth at the tipsy bison, ignoring the comments about how you're going to regret getting the tattoo that you did, how joel is nice and all, but he's the last guy you should be getting a tattoo for. 

you didn’t fucking care, the only thing that you did care about was how he would feel about it. and god, you hoped he liked it. you are definitely not one to handle pain all that well, and with the limited supplies cat had after tattooing ellie, you were extra nervous of all that could go wrong. but you missed joel so much, you needed something, anything, that felt like a piece of him was always with you. 

the moth sticker on the neck of his guitar always did catch your eye, and when he was gone, you’d cradle his guitar, hold it the way he would and simply stare at the sticker. you imagined him the day he stuck it on, the way he’d look down at it, and maybe even smile to himself. it made your heart just about ache at the image. 

you grew antsy to show joel the more you thought about it, but maintained what little patience you had left. you decided to keep it a surprise until you both got home, feeling as though the reveal was something that deserved to be private for you two alone. 

—

“i have a surprise for you.” you whispered excitedly, clambering into his lap. he smiled up at you, pushing his glasses into his hair and shutting his book. his eyes fell to your fingers that slowly took their time unbuttoning each little button on the flannel that…suspiciously looks a whole lot like the one that went missing from his side of the closet. 

“that so?” he hummed in that low gruff voice of his, a hot feeling stirring in his lower stomach as he watched the flannel begin to part the lower you went. 

“mhm. i hope you like it.” you murmured, swallowing hard when you pulled the flannel open. his eyes lingered on yours for a moment before traveling down to the valley of your breasts, gasping when he saw a moth decorating your skin. 

“are you out your goddamn mind?” joel exhaled in disbelief, tracing his fingers over the moth splayed across your sternum. 

your hands gripped the fabric of your flannel, fingernail rolling over the button with nerves. “are you…are you mad?” you unintentionally whimpered, and he shook his head, sitting up with you in his lap, leaning forward and pulling his glasses back down to look at it better. “no baby no but, i…i coulda given you the sticker i had,” he laughed, unable to peel his eyes off of the tattoo. you rolled your eyes jokingly but in the back of your mind, fear was starting to settle in. 

did he hate it?  

“do you like it?” you asked quietly, praying he said yes. “oh, baby i love it,” he uttered heavily, bringing his stare from your chest up to your face. he pulled you by your chin, smile still on his lips while he kissed you. you cupped his face, thumbs circling around the stubble on his jaw, a giddy feeling beginning to bubble in your tummy. 

“did it hurt?” he questioned with his lips still close to yours. you nodded, pecking him. “yeah. but i just thought of you the whole time,” you admitted truthfully, smiling fondly down at him. he shook his head, kissing you again. he made a sound of sympathy, running his thumb along your bottom lip. he stared at your chest before something clicked in him, making him flip you on your back.

he wasn’t phased by the surprised yelp that left you, instead he was focused on stopping your hands from trying to hide your bare chest with the flannel. “unh unh don’t cover up now, too pretty to be doin that,” he chastised lowly, devouring you with his eyes. you grew hot under him as he continued speaking. “looks so good on you…real good, wish i was there with ya while you got it done baby,” he groaned, hands groping your breasts, thumbs straying to caress the wings of the moth. 

you whined hushedly, arching your back into his touch. “i do too but you were gone,” you formed something like a pout, pushing an upset finger into his chest. he tsked, holding your accusatory hand to kiss your palm. “i know, i know, already said m’sorry baby,” he murmured, taking advantage of the way you softened at his actions. he trailed kisses down your jaw, murmuring more apologies for his absences. his words were enough, and all you could do was just lean into him, taking every touch and kiss he gave you happily. 

“can’t believe you did this,” he breathed out, pressing his growing bulge to your clothed core. you whined, sitting up on your elbows. your ankles lock around him eyeing him from under your eyelashes. “i just wanted to feel like you were always with me, i missed you so much joel,”

he breathed in sharply at your confessions, his cock twitching and heart racing. “oh baby,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead lovingly. “missed you too. thought about you all the time.” his hand rubbed your outer thigh making its way between your legs. “thought abt this,” he exhaled, feeling you buck down into his palm with a sweet little moan from your lips. 

“missed it s’goddamn much, missed you the most though,” he muttered, the familiar twange in his voice sparking a smile across your face. he pushed your panties to the side, gathering your slick with the pads of his fingers, his cockhead weeping with precum when it registered just how wet you were with such small touches. 

he pushed his middle finger in and wasted no time in fucking you with his digit just the way you liked. you cried out, gripping his wrist while he fucked into your little cunt with his finger, groaning to himself at how tight you felt. 

he leaned down, kissing all over the tattoo, licking and nipping at your breasts while you tangled your fingers in his hair. 

“joel—fuck, just, just—please fuck me,” you breathed out, the patience you’d been struggling to keep had finally ran out, and you couldn’t wait anymore, you needed to have him the way you’ve been craving all this time. “shit—alright, need it tha’ bad huh,” he grunted, pulling himself from out his boxers. 

he held your waist with both large hands of his, pushing inside you, burying his face in your chest and groaning loudly at the way you grip him. you cried out, nails digging into his wide back, teeth grazing his shoulder while you tried to catch your breath. 

the stretch burned and tingled, rippling through your skin and nerves in a way you hadn’t felt in so long. he pushed in and out of you slowly and gently, shaky little breaths that sounded obscene, fanned out over your lips from his parted mouth, and you breathed them all in, pulling him in closer. 

his forehead rested on yours, kissing you while his hips grounded down into yours, taking his time to appreciate how fucking good you felt all around him. utterances of f-fuck, baby poured into your mouth from his, casting a warm sensation to spread across your cheeks. 

he rocked into you, somehow going deeper with every thrust. knowing that he was filling you to the very brim sent him into a mindless delirium, and in return fastening the way he fucked you. gentleness morphed into rushed, desperation to feel you, every single inch and crevice and to make up for lost time. 

you took him in, tightening your calves around his lower back, tugging at the back of his hair while his tongue lapped at your tits and sternum, losing his mind at the fact that you’ve marked yourself as his with this moth. your bold declaration of love and dedication to him turned him on in ways he couldn’t even begin to fathom and the more he thought about it, the harder his hips crashed down into yours. 

“missed me so much you had to get something that reminded you of me tattooed on ya’,” he grunted, grabbing one of your legs and haphazardly throwing it over his shoulder, shuffling even closer to fuck you harder. you couldn’t even reply correctly, all you could do was tearfully babble, nodding stupidly. 

“love you so much joel,” you hiccuped, entire body being nearly fucked into the headboard, tits bouncing mesmerizingly with each thrust joel sends into you. 

“say it again,” he groaned, cock twitching at your open admissions. “i love you, love you love you so much,” you cried, leg beginning to tremble on top of his shoulder. 

“‘love you too baby, love you so goddamn much,” he breathed out in a rasp, shuddering a heavy sigh when you tighten and pulse all around his cock. 

he loved the way his hands just engulfed you, his hand almost covering the entirety of one of your breasts, palming your soft flesh. you were so easy to squeeze, to pick up and hold and fuck, and joel took full advantage of his strength and how palpable for him you were. 

with ease he pulled you up along with him, still impaled on his fat cock, feeling a familiar cockiness spread in his chest when you whimpered at the feeling of him so far inside of you. 

he rested on his haunches, keeping you upright with his hands gripping your hips tight, face falling into your chest once more, his beard tucking the valley of your breasts. 

your bodies flowed into each other’s fluidly, hips rolling and meeting each and every thrust like clockwork, his hips coming up only to be met with yours crashing down into his. it was addicting, you couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, could barely even remember your own name, the only thing you could manage was fucking yourself onto joel. 

“so deep,” you cried out through a series of whines and he laughed, bringing a big hand to your tummy, rubbing over where his cock bulged. you keened, lips trembling while you squeezed his shoulders. “i know baby i know,” he crooned, plastering an open mouth kiss onto you. 

he slid a hand between your wet grinding bodies to rub circles over your soaked little clit, chuckling to himself when you choked on a sob at the contact. you shook like a leaf in his arms, his sweet little angel so close, he felt it in the way your cunt gripped his cock, and it filled him with pride knowing he was the only one who could unravel you like this. 

“know you needa cum baby—you gonna ask me?” he growled in your mouth, biting your bottom lip testingly. you whimpered, arching your chest into his, a little pathetic nod following your actions. “s-sorry joel, please please let me cum, feels so good i-i dunno if i can hold it,” you whimpered, trying to fuck yourself on his cock. 

the swirls from his fingers over your clit persisted and it made you vibrate in his hold, your impending orgasm making you lose what little control you had over your own body. 

“c’mon baby give it to me, cum all over it,” he grunted gruffly, and you shook wildly, squeezing your eyes shut and collapsing in his arms while your orgasm reverberated all throughout your limbs  

“joel—oh my—fuck!” you sobbed, bouncing on his cock while you rode out your orgasm, feeling milked dry as he rubbed your clit into over sensitivity. 

“good baby, so fuckin’ good,” he drawled out lowly, patting your poor abused clit with his long fingers. “wanna do somethin’ for me?” he panted and you nodded eagerly. 

“lie back for me,” he ordered and you obeyed, laying back down onto the pillows beneath you. he begrudgingly pulled out of your tight cunt, shushing you when you whimpered at the loss of him inside you. 

he straddled you, feeling his cock ache in his rough palm when you stared up at him, resting on your elbows, cute tits perked and barely concealed from his flannel. 

he shoved the material away from your flesh, jerking himself off before he put it between your tits. “push ‘em together f’me—ahh shit, y-yeah just like that—oh shit baby, keep lookin at me like that—“ he growled under his breath, fucking your tits with hard pistons from his hips. 

“gonna cum, gonna cum on these cute fuckin’ tits baby,” he groaned, throwing his head back while you egged him on, whimpering and squeezing your thighs together at how he used your chest to cum, it was so hot seeing him fall apart on top of you, looking glorious and gorgeous even in such dirty circumstances. 

you wrapped your lips around his leaking cockhead, the corners of your mouth peeking upwards with smugness at the way he gasped and shivered at your actions. “shit,” he groaned, his own orgasm taking over his body. 

he came in your mouth, your tits still engulfing his shaft. he twitched on your tongue, whimpering to himself at the way you sucked on his tip. he pulled himself away from your plump lips, starting to soften from how sensitive he was. 

he laid beside you, pulling you into his arms once more, feeling content and right with the world when you nestled into your rightful place on his chest. 

“still in awe over you.” he murmured, running his fingertips up and down your arm. “you’ll get used to the tattoo soon,” you giggled and he shook his head. “meant you…you as a whole baby.” he whispered and you looked up at him, pupils dilating into hearts. “joel,” you uttered, leaning up to kiss him. “i love you,” you mumbled sleepily. he smiled, kissing your clammy forehead. “i love you too baby.” 

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[tea-plantz]

hello! could i request an amity x fem!reader where amity doesn’t get that much time to see reader at school, so she dedicates a weekend for dates and cuddles? tysm have a great day/night!!

Yesss Amity our fav lesbian! I absolutely love getting such sweet requests, and I’m so glad you asked. I wrote this as a straight up fluffshot and it turned out so cute! I’m in love fr

I wasn’t sure whether you wanted s1 Amity or s2/3, therefore I went ahead and picked out my personal cotton candy haired fav, hope that’s fine by you!

She/her for Amity

She/her for reader

-Amity Blight x fem!reader cuddle date-

Amity’s POV:

Ugh this is so annoying! Why does the teacher go on and on about this subject, and why does he talk so slow?! I don’t really know why I bother paying attention anyway, I mean I already know about this stuff because my mom made me study it last year, and it wasn’t even that interesting! Speaking of my mom, she’s been putting a lot of pressure on me lately. Ever since I became my own individual, colored my hair, started hanging out with the people I wanna hang out with, and most importantly: stopped being afraid of her, she’s been more controlling than ever! Mom expects me to put up with all these extra classes and discipline, but I won’t let her get to me. I just wish I could focus on something other than school once in a while… Or someone.

Y/n… I wonder what she’s doing right now.. probably just some boring class as well, haha. I really miss spending quality time with her though, that would be the perfect stress reliever… wait a minute, that’s it! We should do a sleepover! Yes! It’s the perfect thing, and mom won’t be able to bother us either since she’s gone for a couple of days. Welp that settles it! Me and my girl’s gonna spend the entire weekend together, and I’ll show Y/n that I’m an awesome girlfriend. I giggled quietly to myself at the back of the class, imagining what a wonderful end of the week it was going to be, while waiting for that darn bell to scream.

—————————————————————————— Your POV:

I was walking around campus while humming to myself, making my way to my next class. What was it again? Oh right! Beastkeeping! Today, we’re gonna learn how to tame a wild ratworm, how exciting! As I was walking, I suddenly heard someone shouting my name.

“Y/nnnn!!”

Huh? Who could that be? I turned around to find whoever was trying to get my attention. What I saw made me cackle a bit. Amity was running towards me at full speed, before stopping and bending down, hands on her knees while breathing heavily. After she caught her breath she shot up with a wide smile across her face. Such a cutie pie.

“Y/n! I’m so happy I found you!” She said while tucking her hair back behind her ears.

“Hi Amity! Glad to see you too! Now, what’s the rush about?”

“Oh! Well, I’ve been thinking aaand we should maybe I don’t know, do a sleepover this weekend?” Amity said looking a bit nervous, while bouncing on her toes.

“Yes, that’s a great idea! But, don’t you have schoolwork to catch up on? I mean we’ve barely seen each other all week due to your packed schedule.” I answered with a sad expression. I just miss seeing my sweet girl, but I haven’t been able to spend time with her all week, because her mom’s been signing her up for extra classes all over Hexside! Honestly, I feel really bad for her, it must be overwhelming.

“Yeah, I have been focusing an awful lot on my studies haven’t I, haha.. But not anymore! I’m gonna have a talk with my mother, and this time I won’t back down. Plus, she isn’t even going to be home this weekend, because she has an important business conference to attend to, so she won’t be able to bother us! Oh! Maybe we can have a Good with Azura marathon, and perhaps, y’know.. cuddle or something..?”

Amity’s whole face was practically burning up when she asked about that last part (insert tomato Amity) as a nervous smile spread across her face. I could feel my heart flutter as I looked at her with a small blush myself.

“Oh Amity! Of course I wanna spend the weekend with you! It’ll be amazing, gah I can’t wait! *gasp* but I’m running really late right now, see you later, hun!” I practically yelled as I blew her a kiss and ran away.

Amity’s POV:

She said yes! Aaah I’m so excited! Oh my Titan, I have to get home and get everything ready! I’ve gotta make sure that everything is absolutely perfect!

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Your POV:

Whoof that was a seriously chaotic class. One student even almost got eaten by a ratworm, but alas me and Viney got it under control, thankfully. Oh that’s right! I have a date with Amity now! Is it even a date? Is it okey for me to consider it one..? Meh, it’s probably fine, like come, on we’re dating anyway!

~time skip to Amity’s house~

*ding dong*

I stood there waiting for one of the Blights to open the door as I placed my hands behind my back. Suddenly, the door swung open as Edric and Emira leaned on the doorframe, smirking as always.

“Y/n! Hi girl, how’s it hanging?” Emira said as she gave me an high five.

“Hi Emira! Lovely seeing you both, and I’m doing fine.” I replied with a closed eye smile.

“Hey mittens! Your girlfriend is here!” Edric shouted as he playfully winked at me.

Moments later we all heard the pitter patter of footsteps running down the stairs, before Amity herself appeared in the doorway with a tomato face.

“Edric! I told you to stop being embarrassing in front of-“

“In front of Y/n? Yeah I know, and I guess pet names are reserved only for your special girl here.” Edric said with a smug look as he and Emira leaned on a grumpy looking Amity who was busy hiding her face in her hands, which was practically burning up at this point.

“I hate you guys” she said with a sour tone.

“Love you too, Mittens!” The twins shouted in sync before walking away, laughing.

“Ugh, I swear those two do irritate me on purpose. Anyhow, Y/n hi! I’m so glad you could make it!” Amity said as she gave me a hug.

“I’m glad I could make it too, sweetie! Now, are ya ready for some Good witch Azura!?”

“Haha yeah I am, come on let’s go”

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Amity’s POV:

Me and Y/n went up to my room which I had personally prepared with a bunch of blankets, snacks and pillows. As we entered I could hear Y/n let out a small gasp before turning to me with that adorable smile.

“You did all this? Wow! You’re just the best, Amity! This is gonna be so much fun!”

She’s just the cutest sometimes.

“Heh yeah! Now sit down N/n while I pop the disk in” (I’m not really sure how TVs and stuff work on the Boiling Isles, but let’s just pretend they work like on earth for the sake of the story)

I grabbed the remote before sitting down beside my girlfriend, who quickly cuddled up to me. I could feel my body stiffening up as she wrapped her arms around my waist. Carefully, I wrapped my arm around her shoulder before looking down at her, but to my surprise she was already up looking at me with that expression.

“W-what?” I asked.

“You’re blushiiiing” she said in a singing voice while leaning closer to my face.

“I- uh, no?” I said even though it sounded more like a question than an answer.

“Let’s just watch the movie” I finished, looking away feeling embarrassed.

“Sure, what ever you say mittensss”

“Stop it”

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It’s been a couple of hours and we we’re currently on the third movie. I could feel my eyes starting to become heavy as I struggled a bit to stay awake. Then I suddenly heard a gentle snore coming from Y/n. Huh? My eyes wandered over to the h/c girl peacefully snoring away in my lap. Awww she fell asleep, and she looks absolutely adorable! I could feel my cheeks heat up as I carefully bent down, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. Then, I slowly lifted her a bit, being careful not to hurt her, before laying down beside her. Wow, she truly is beautiful I thought to myself as I rested by her side, taking my time studying her face. I’m so lucky to have someone like her in my life, I said in my mind while hugging her close to me.

“I love you, Y/n” I whispered before closing my eyes and drifting of, excited to spend the rest of the weekend with the best girl in the whole wide world.

This one took FOREVER to finish! Why the hell did I decide to make it so long?! Anyhow, I truly hope you guys enjoyed!

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Sindria's Prophet #38

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*CW -cults+ mentioned; child abuse mentioned; suicide attempts implied

~POV Mori~

While I was sick, the magicians developing alchemy magic were able to make a wider range of materials by doing something closer to assisted chemistry; they started transmuting rubber from the milky saps of some plants -like the rubber gloves from my medical scrolls. It was inspiring! With the power of success and dopamine I finalized my printing press schematics in only 2 days.

These accomplishments were later brought up at the morning Assembly, not by the people making them, but by Ja'far and the accountants of the White Capricorn Tower. "Even before becoming the official Prophet of Sindria, Mori has help our magicians, engineers and doctors make leaps and bounds of progress in their fields. Many countries of the Alliance have agreed to help fund these projects and have already preordered scrolls of the information. *However,*" he held up a document, "due to all of the extra people and resources needed we are already over budget for the year! And so we request that the Prophet not invent anything new for the rest of this quarter and the next. This way we will have time to start finalizing what we already have for production and can start receiving a return on these investments."

Yamuraiha jumped to my defense. "The work Mori has been doing in the Black Libra Tower has been revolutionary! How can you say you don't have a budget for life changing-"

"I am not denying their contributions! We simply can't afford this rate of advancements!"

I raised a hand to get their attention. "If there's no budget, then there's no budget. However, I can't just sit around and do nothing for 5 months."

There was a bit of a back and forth, and eventually it was agreed that I would continue helping in the Black Libra Tower, but any future schematics would be placed on hold and judged for priority by the researchers and accountants. And so I went to working as an encyclopedia in the mornings, and would work on Fate scrolls after lunch.

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The Great Bell rang, and thanks to the power of hyperfixation, none of us could tell what time it was. Not long after, I noticed a familiar shift in the waves that gave me the answer. Knowing who was coming gave me another boost to get a little more done.

Menachem greeted him when he arrived. "Ah- good morning, your Majesty."

Sinbad's laugh made my heart race. "Yes. Good morning." For the past week, King Sinbad had came in person every other day for updates even though it would be covered in the next morning's Assembly. The violet haired man walked over to where I was sitting, while showing me the world's most charming smile. "Mori. How are you doing?"

'Excited. Happy. Nervous. Embarrassed. Confused. Self-conscious.' He hadn't said anything directly flirty since I was sick. And yet, it was noticeably harder to refute the Magicians' claims. Sinbad had said at the Announcement that he didn't want to play at flirting with me, and wanted to become someone I could trust. He certainly didn't trigger my lactose intolerance anymore. 'He said he wanted to move me to the Purple Leo Tower.'

I fought back the urge to hide. "I'm fine." The room definitely felt hotter than it did a minute ago. I re-explained what I had gone over with the magicians. Sinbad nodded along and asked questions at all the right times. He also remembered the things I had said previous days. He made me feel validated and respected every time he stopped by. It was becoming increasingly bad for my heart.

There was a suspicious amount of people meandering nearby. Most were watching us out of the corners of their eyes. At least the magicians didn't comment as much as the first time they saw the pink Rukh around us. Although, it was getting easier to judge when they were looking at the Rukh even without those comments.

The King smiled, and I cursed his ability to charm me without flirting. He used a hand to point at the scroll from over my shoulder. He was much closer than I realized; I would only need to lean over a little to make contact. Just like how he had stopped overtly flirting, he hadn't touched me either. He knew I needed space, and I was grateful for that, but it also illustrated for me just how used to his skinship I had become.

I couldn't do this anymore. It hurt too much. I was projecting my past onto someone who might actually reciprocate my feelings. What I was feeling might not have anything to do with the present or him as a person. I could just be recognizing my past in him and repeating those patterns while hoping for a different ending. But the patterns include the endings, and if I wasn't self-aware enough I'd force those endings out of fear of being caught unaware. Even if Sinbad actually liked me now, the attention he showed me would dry up eventually, right? I require closed relationships so eventually he'll come to resent me for limiting his options. We aren't compatible. The waves rose slightly and I couldn't ignore the thought that this was fanfiction, so anything was possible.

"Excuse me, Mx. Prophet?" A voice called for me from the entrance to the library.

'OH THANK GOD' I was saved! "Yes??" I looked in the direction of the voice and called back. "Do you need something?" My face was finally starting to cool down. At least now I could stop thinking about how easy it would be to touch Sinbad. 'Remember who he is in 5 years.'

The worker appeared from around a line of bookshelves. He froze at the site of the man next to me for a moment before giving the message. "There's a- There's a blacksmith looking for you."

'A blacksmith?' "THE SCISSORS!" I was out of my seat in a flash. My brain shifted gears quickly after passing through the doorway into the hall.

The blacksmith that made the scissors during my first week in Sindria understood how important of a development this was and came to talk to the designer, me, shortly after seeing who I was at the Announcement. If he was here to see me again, he must have finished some prototypes for different types of scissors! The thing that made the evolution from shears to scissors so important was the addition of the hinge to the tool. There was no time to worry about Sinbad right now! There was history happening!

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~POV Sinbad~

Sinbad had figured out that Mori wasn't the type to leave in the middle of work, even when she was putty in his hands. So, what was so important that she was willing to leave while in the middle of talking with her King about said work? They wouldn't have been interrupted if Mori had her own office. Sinbad crossed his arms as he watched them leave. At least she looked excited for whatever this was about.

Menachem came back over, as if he hadn't just been enjoying the show from behind a potted plant. "You know, your Majesty, I didn't think it was the case at first, but now I'd be willing to bet money that the Lady Prophet has blue Rukh." He stroked his beard as he talked. "You're going to have to be more direct if you want her attention." The old man laughed.

Sinbad sighed a laugh back and shook his head, but didn't answer.

There was a superstition that you could tell a lot about a person's personality from what type of Rukh they had. People with Type 2-Blue Rukh were said to get lost in their personal interests, and struggle to recognize romantic advances. That first part definitely sounded like his Beautiful Prophet, but Sinbad wasn't sure about the second. Mori was ignoring his signals on purpose. It would take a while to convince them he was worth the risk.

((In one of the Magi extras Yunan describes these Rukh based personality types with canon characters as examples. It's not stated as common knowledge. I wanted to add it because it reminded me of the way people talk about astrology signs sometimes :3 Btw, according to the manga's personality quiz, I normally get Rukh type 7 -the same a Sin. Sometimes I get Type-2, 8, or. 4))

When Sinbad turned the corner, Mori was already out of sight. Not a problem; the waves would lead him. The King found them on the first floor talking with a burly old man that was a known blacksmith.

Mori had two fingers in rings with blades attached. "This pair is really close to the ones I first commissioned. Thanks again for those. I've been able to cut my bangs without worrying about accidently shaving my eyebrows with a knife."

Sinbad walked up to them. "How would someone even do that?"

Mori turned to him with a knowing smile. Her cheeks turned a little pink when they made eye contact. "I didn't think it was possible until I saw it happen in one of my visions. He had to go without sleep for several days, and often cuts the left side of his bangs too short." Sinbad unconsciously brushed his bangs at the mention of a habit he knew he had. "He was lucky that he knew a magician that was able to regrow it." She wasn't talking about him, right?

"Hello, your Majesty," the blacksmith greeted King Sinbad before explaining: he had originally wanted to make a deal with the designer to make and sell scissors, but after finding out that person was the Prophet he wasn't sure if that was acceptable -the information from the Prophet's visions were the property of the King. The two had been working on a pitch together which Mori immediately got into since Sinbad was clearly available.

The King examined one of the pairs of scissors during the explanation. He could see how this allowed a higher level of finesse then shears or a knife for certain tasks. This would be a profitable and widespread product even if Mori's visions weren't right. Still, those eyes full of expectations just made him want to tease her. "You know Mori, I remember you agreeing to withhold on inventing things for the time being."

"Ah- Well..." Her surprise was cute. "I actually reinvented scissors before I made that agreement!"

He smiled down at her. "I'm not sure if that will be enough to convince Ja'far and the others."

Mori froze as she calculated her next strategy. The waves did not give Sinbad enough warning before she made her way over to him and placed her hands on his forearm. "You'll help me then," her fingers made his skin tingle, "right? My King?" Sinbad couldn't look away from the eyes glittering up at him.

How long had he been holding back only for Mori to touch him first? He'd relent even if she hadn't invented them beforehand; the production wasn't coming from the Palace budget anyway. "Of course." Sinbad smiled down at his Beautiful Prophet. He sheathed the scissors he was holding and turned to the blacksmith. "I brought Mori to Sindria so they could help all of my citizens thrive."

The conversation wrapped up quickly after that. And through the whole thing, the King couldn't stop thinking about the hands holding onto him so affectionately. Without looking, Sinbad put his free hand over one of Mori's to keep it on his arm a little longer. But it didn't stop her from pulling away after the blacksmith left.

The person pulling at his heart started to head back towards the stairs to return to the library. He wasn't ready to part ways yet, but there was also no reason he could think of to follow them back. "Mori. Would you tell me more over lunch?" He had been trying to keep their time together to a minimum for Mori's benefit, but if they were reaching out to him then it should be fine to take the next step, right?

The waves moved between them, and Mori looked back his way. "Oh. Um..."

"These inventions from your visions are so interesting. And we could discuss some potential future inventions."

Their smile was nervous but not forced. "Yeah. Okay."

Sinbad offered his arm to them like he did in the past when they walked together, but Mori declined even though she had just been clinging onto him so sweetly. They walked side by side, but the distance between them felt larger than before. She made his heart race and then dropped it when she got her way. It made him think of their first dinner together. She claimed she was seducing him just like he seduced others to get his way. He really had no idea how it felt to be on the receiving end until now.

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~POV Mori~

Multiple scrolls laid out on the table in my room drying. I had reached the slave arc in copying down Fate. After drawing the first pic of Sinbad fighting little Masrur in the Coliseum, I couldn't bring myself to draw again until I reached Ja'far punching Sinbad when he was freed. I laid on the floor between the pools of light from the windows to cool down my ruminating.

Seeing Sinbad go through it and directly acknowledge how horrible it is and eventually go numb... There was an eerie beauty in it -like a memento mori. 'I'm disgusting.'

((CW until marked))

The Slave Arc is my favorite arc in the Adventures manga -not because of what happens, but because of how it affected me. When my mom was hospitalized, and then died, she could no longer stop me from seeking therapy. When I explained my home life and childhood to my personal therapist, I was told that it sounded like the stories of children raised in cults and manipulated to become slaves for the leaders. Even though it was a comparison I made when I was young, I thought it had to be inflated hyperbole until I read how Maader indoctrinated Sinbad and the slave children. I was never put in a collar, but I related way too much. It got me to look up actual cults and victim stories. The abuse I grew up in was the same level of high control.

My mom almost died having my sibling and it changed her. By the time I turned 10 I couldn't deny there was something wrong with how my parents treated us. The one thing saving us from complete brain washing was that they couldn't afford to home school us. I tried to ask outside adults for help, but my mom was too well known in the community and I didn't emote properly. So when I read the scene where Sinbad convinces the children to rebel, I cried. I didn't care that he was manipulating them from his perspective; he validated the pain they were hiding, and gave them agency long before I got it. Yes, many of the slave children died in the rebellion, but many also lived to finally be free. When the cruel refuse to stop nothing can change until someone dies. Many have risked their lives for that reason.

Just like them, I knew nothing would change in my life unless someone died. The conversation Sinbad has with himself after he remembers his life's purpose was very similar to the one I had with myself from 12-14 years old -especially after how my parents normalized suicide. I realized it wasn't worth the risk to fight back , but also I chose to stay living anyway at the last second so I could continue to protect Lyly from our parents; and when they were a little older, Lyly chose to live to support me too. 'You can't protect anyone if you're dead.' No one was coming to save us so we had to learn to survive and protect ourselves. ((Yes, the thing Mori said to Alibaba in ch6 was this mantra I made for myself))

Our mother was already working herself to an early grave when I was child. She was rapidly aging from stress. I knew we had a strong chance of outliving her as long as we were able to hold on. Still, I wish she would have changed before she was on her deathbed. Her last words were an apology to Lyly. Things greatly improved after our mom died in 2016. Knowing how things were going for the other me, gave me peace of mind. Both versions were healing. I didn't feel as guilty for wanting to stay in this world anymore.

((End of CW))

I needed breaks because, just like being reminded of my own past, Sinbad wasn't just a character to me anymore. It felt wrong to draw any scene where he was shackled. Even if I never showed him this scroll, I didn't want to immortalize it. There were a few panels I had always wanted to redraw because they helped me process my own experience, but now that I was in this world I couldn't do it. If I ever drew them for the catharsis, I'd have to burn them afterwards. Each time I reached the plot points for one of those panels I had to step away and go through the same cycle of thoughts before I returned to the table and continued writing without drawing again.

"Ugh~" Who would have guessed that writing would help me process and get the ruminating out of my system? Me, actually, because this is always how I process things. I had separate scrolls for my ruminations so they wouldn't get in the way of the Fate scrolls, and because I kept writing in a circle. At least each time the rants got shorter. I'd already written this or that, and continuing to write the same thing gets frustrating to the point that I am forced to move forward. Like all types of mourning, it will always be there, but it can't hold me down forever unless I let it.

I couldn't stop the waves of disgust I had for myself. When I had originally read this arc, it carved Sinbad into my heart. It made me think, 'This person would understand me.' But I wasn't projecting my experience onto a character anymore; I was projecting it onto a real person who went through far worse than I ever did. I pressed my palms into my eyes. Ruminating was far easier than addressing this. I had to strip away all of my projections so I could see him clearly. And not just the Sinbad I read about, but the one who talked to me regularly and called me '(his) Beautiful Prophet.' Sinbad said he wanted to find a new path, but what would it even look like? What would it take for me to recognize it?

((I forgot to draw the curtains again...I really don't want to fix it though, so please pretend there are curtains framing the window.))

The sound of fluttering drew my attention. I had left my windows open on purpose in case Sinbird decided to stop by, but I also didn't think I would cycle this hard. I removed my hands from my eyes and looked up to see the possessed bird in one of the windows watching me.

"Hi, Sin. I'm okay. Just doing a big think, and that's easier from the floor."

The bird flew from the window to perch on one of the chairs at the table.

"I've been working on Fate scrolls. I want to get a few more done before I pass them off to you. I know this room probably isn't the most secure-"

'The vent scroll!' I sat up with a jolt and stumbled my way to the table after getting up too quickly. Sinbird flapped his wings in surprise when I yanked the vent scroll off the table. "This one is personal." I started rolling it up. "I don't mind talking about my past or feelings if you ask, but I'd rather you didn't read my unfiltered thoughts."

The bird watched me. I wished I knew what he was thinking.

I walked across the room, and put the tied scroll within the growing pile filling one of my bedside dressers. "It would be nice if I had somewhere to store these. This room isn't exactly designed for me to be using it as an office."

Wings flapped behind me and the bird landed on my shoulder as I turned to see what he was up to. He gave a small trill and I had the feeling he was proud of himself for something.

"We're both lucky that bird doesn't have talons, you know?" I was definitely going to need perches for him, and to start wearing a shoulder cloth that I wouldn't have to worry about getting pulls. As the bird watched me innocently another thought struck me, 'I probably shouldn't ask for a cat if I'm going to be visited by a bird frequently.'

((Hey, so you know how I said I was all better when I posted the last chapter? Apparently I was in the incubation period of COVID. It's out of my system now, but brain fog from long covid is kicking my ass. I had a bad fall last month because of it and got scraped up a bunch (including a little road rash). It's been 3 weeks and there's just the faintest remains of a scab left :D Just in time for my birthday (today) too! Here's hoping that my bad luck era is over!

Also, I am in a Magi server on discord. https://discord.gg/R5yzce4e I'm there all the time (and an admin). We talk about Magi, OCs, and fanfiction a lot))

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Ghost x f character

Cw: character minor injury, blood, violence

Summary: Two wrongs don’t make it right.

Pt 1 Pt 2

“Comms check..” Tyliu sighed as she adjusted her short dress for the hundredth time in the last hour. “Copy.” Ghost grumbled in her ear, she nodded even though he couldn’t see her which she thought. His eyes in fact followed her around the crowded room from where he stood. Their mission was to obtain information about a missile location that was being held by a warlord and the only way to do that was to get upstairs which was blocked by guards. The warlord Rassan Brudda had been hosting a grand party that Price managed to nab invitation to under Alias’ for her and ghost. She was posing as Jasmine Kylev and her happy husband Scott Kylev (Ghost), recently married no kids just wanting to party with a big warlord. Ty hummed as she walked the perimeter of the dance floor a glass of wine in her hand, her long obsidian hair was down to her waist. It kept getting caught on the sequins on her green dress. Laswell picked out the attire, she could of been kinder to Ty when doing so. “The guards at the stairs switch every ten minutes you have three until they switch and a two minute window to get into those double doors unseen.” Ghost spoke into the comm, Ty’s eyes drifting to the stairs case where the guards stood post. “These stairs are the only way up?” She asked hiding her lips behind her glass. “Unless you can fly.” He remarked causing her to raise her head seeing the upper level over head.

She admired the crystal chandeliers trying to think of a quick distraction. "Watch my six.." she told him quietly as she took a deep breath, why was she so nervous all of a sudden. She felt her stomach twist with nervousness. "Eyes on you." As she looked out at the sea of people she immediately spotted the black ski mask worn by none other than ghost himself. She sent his a quick wink before she stumbled toward the guards resting at the bottom of the stairs. Tripping over her own feet she dropped the glass that use to hold her wine, the glass shattering against the ground. "Oh gosh silly me.." she slurred as she grabbed onto a guard for support. "These shoes are killing me." she groaned as she lifted her leg to take off her heel, the guard holding her up as she put her weight against him. "Yeshi, break time. Sit her on the steps until the next guards come." the other guard spoke as a waiter cleaned the floor. "here you sit right here, I'll send someone to come help you to your car." he told her as she giggled still removing her shoes. "You're so kind! Your boss will be hearing about this, promotion time!" Ty cheered as she patted his chest with a stupid grin.

He shook his head at her before heading off with his buddy, finally getting her heels off she pushed them to the side before carefully standing and checking around for any extra eyes. Finding none she moved up the large staircase quickly and crept through the double doors finding Rasaan’s office at the end of a different hall–thankfully no gaurds. 

Entering his office she cleared the room before making her way to his desktop computer, removing one of her earrings she inserted into the USB port as if it was a flash drive. The earring blinked as it bypassed the security system unlocking the computer. “Ghost I'm in, how are we looking down there?” she questioned as she started opening files so the flash drive could pick up any encryptions. “Smooth sailing down here, the next set of guards are taking their positions. ETA for you?” He informed her. Her eyes drifted to the loading bar at the bottom of the screen. “Two minutes max..” she hummed her fingers flying around the keyboard as she pulled up emails and manually installed a virus so Rasaan’s computer would crash as soon as she logged out. They wouldn't know what happened and when they did know she'd be long gone. “Make it a minute, I think they know something is up.” Ghost ordered, the edge in his voice meant something was up. Ty cursed softly as she looked at the loading bar slowly inch to 100%, she was starting to sweat profusely, her anxiety triggering her leg to

bounce. “You have two ops inbound on your position.” Ghost notified, the download wasn’t finished yet. She needed more time, standing from the chair she rummaged through the desk drawers finding a letter opener. It would have to do for now as a weapon, tip toeing to the doors she pressed her back to the wall as they opened. Ty took a steady breath as two guards entered the room, they hadn't noticed her yet as she was concealed behind the open door. “Avery how copy?” Ghost called out in her ear causing one of the guards to look in her direction. Damn it Ghost! Tyliu kicked the door closed as she lunged forward, taking his arm reaching for his gun and kneeing him in the crotch, her arm whipping forward as she threw the letter opener into the other guard's throat. Ty let out a grunt as she felt a punch land to her gut nearly knocking the wind out of her. She quickly tugged the guard’s arm behind her back and looped her arm around his neck while collecting his jaw in her grasp. The momentum of her twisting her body and pulling his head in the opposite direction let a sickening crack noise echo into the room. Dropping his body with a pant she grimaced as pain shot from her torso, she struggled to catch her breath she moved back toward the desk. Her prayer was answered as she saw the flashdrive was at 100%. 

“Ghost..where are you?” she asked, pulling the earring from the computer and placing it back into her ear. “By the stairs waiting, but they know something isn’t not right. You have two more in bound. You need to get out of there Avery before they call back up.” He seemed more on edge than earlier, Ty quickly looked around for either an exit or a hiding spot. Finding no place to hide she headed for the nearby window quickly sticking her head out. “Get the car ready.” She told him as she climbed out onto the small ledge. Ty pushed the door closed with her foot before hearing ghost crackling over the comm. “What are you going to do?” Rolling her eyes, she balanced herself carefully along the side of the building. “Ghost please..” she begged, feeling gravity pull at her, while the ground opened its arms to catch her.

Getting no response she sighed in relief, she didn't need him throwing her off focus, the ledge barely held her full foot. And she really didn't want to be a pancake. Seeing a ladder that led from the roof to the ground she inched to the edge of the ledge before dragging her sweaty palms along her sharp sequin dress. Calming her nerves she jumped, just barely latching onto the metal bars. Quickly descending the ladder she landed crouched in the grass peeking out toward the congested driveway where Ghost waited. Ty noticed no guards outside quite yet so she sprinted across the large yawn only to make it halfway across before the main doors to Rassan’s home flew open revealing guards yelling and pointing at her. “Shit!’ she groaned as she ran faster, sliding over the hood of a parked car just in enough time to miss bullets whizzing by her head.

Ghost pulled up in front of her as she landed on the other side, throwing the passenger door open with ease. “Get in!’ He didn't have to tell her twice as she dived into the vehicle. Ghost didn’t miss a beat as he pulled off leaving a cloud of smoke in their wake. The car door snapped closed as he made a sharp right turn off the property. Ty panted as she laid across the low middle console, her head resting in Ghost’s lap, she hadn’t moved since she dived into the car. “You alright?” Ghost questioned looking down at her for a moment before the road once more. Ty shook her head causing him to glance down at her for a split second. “Can’t c-catch my b-breath.” she stuttered as her breaths grew uneven. Ghost shifted slightly under her, gently pushing her long silky hair from her flushed face. He rolled down the passenger window to get her to cool down. “Ty you gotta relax, focusing on calming down.” He instructed as he placed his clothed hand on her cheek, closing her eyes where she focused her mind elsewhere. She focused on the cool wind from the open window, how it ruffled her hair and cooled down her hot body, she focused on ghost’s thighs and the warmth they emitted.

And the last thing her mind was on was Ghost’s finger gently rolling over her cheek. Up, IN, Down, OUT. Soon enough her breathing had evened out and even slowed signaling she was asleep or getting there. “Avery..” Ghost called down to the woman in his lap. “Hm?” She hummed softly before she opened her eyes, seeing him looking at the road. “Better?” he asked. As her senses came back she realized where exactly she was. There was no way she was in his lap right now?! Ty slowly sat up and positioned herself in the passenger seat as she rolled the window up to keep her hair from blowing everywhere. “Yes.” she confirmed as she crossed her arms over her chest, her face twisting up as the pain from earlier came back. That fucker punched her hard, Ghost seemed to notice as he eyed her for a moment. “Are you hurt?” 

Yeah about a couple things. “No, just sore from nearly being obliterated by a single punch.” She said smartly, she hadn’t meant for it to come out like that. He didn’t respond, which didn’t help with her incoming annoyance. “Why’d you do that?” She asked as she glared out the window. “What?” he asked looking over at her, quickly turning her toward him to catch her gaze she sneered. “Why didn’t you listen to my order not to breach yet last night?” She specified causing Ghost to place his other hand on the wheel, dropping the other. “I told you why already. Do you need me to say it again?” Of course she didn’t, it just didn’t make sense defying her order when the whole squadron was behind them; counting on them.

“Look I've lost some good people in the past because an idiot soldier like you didn't want to listen to orders I've given them, I don't just give them because I can but because I don't want to have our asses handed to us out in the field. So excuse me Mr. Macho man if it hurts your ego to be ordered around by someone on the same level as you.” Ty grumbled angrily, her eyes burning holes into the side of that stupid mask he was wearing. “You’re a serious fucking brat Avery you know that?” He asked, causing her mouth to drop. “Excuse me?” she asked in disbelief.

“You heard me loud and clear Lieutenant, a brat. You’re so far up your own ass you wouldn’t be able to tell day from night. You think you’re the only person to lose good people? You’re not. Why do you think I go alone? I don't need another one of my men’s deaths on my conscience either. So lay off Avey, I have my reasons for how I do things out there.” She didn’t reply, simply pulling her eyes from him and back to the window. She hadn't expected to get any response out of him let alone one with such rage, she guessed this time she was in the wrong, saying something that was out of line and inconsiderate and ignorant. 

@ellouisa17

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[wives-natlho]

Training Day

CW: Death, Gore, Violence 

It was a slightly cloudy day at the Scorpion Crossing in Thanalan. Athena had taken Jaye out for training. Something…she had very mixed feelings on. You'd think the warrior would be excited to help her girlfriend train, however it was because she was a warrior that it made her nervous. 

One out of four warrior trainees don't make it through the process alive. 

Those who fail, succumb to the inner beast and become something even less than a roaming animal. As she had gotten older, Athena had learned some hard truths. What she experienced with the warriors happened regularly. People lost themselves to inner beasts all the time, but it just took different shapes and forms and was normally a longer process.

Revenge, despair, fear, the list goes on. However, it always seemed to start from the same place. They always said similar things and acted in similar ways. 

And Jaye was doing the same things

She only agreed to the training because she was hopeful after their last talk but also because she knew Jaye would just run off and do something stupid if Athena said the Veena wasn't ready. At least this way maybe she can guide her away from a destructive path. 

The session started out well. Jaye had shown up in full armor for training which…was horribly adorable but Athena had to keep her reaction in check. She was the kind of teacher that let you figure out your own mistakes if it didn’t hurt you too bad. After a few hours of heavy training Jaye picked up that heavy armor wasn’t very useful while training and could actually get in the way so she ended up working out in her under shirt and pants. 

Thanks to the soul crystal they breezed along. Jaye had gotten down her form quickly and they were already working on stamina. Athena had praised her for how well she was doing, but the impatience she had seen in the Veena’s stance finally crept out in full force. "If this is going so well why do I feel like a gaelicat could knock me over? When will I become strong?" 

Athena's heart plummeted. She stared out at the landscape in front of her. When she finally calmed her nerves enough to turn to face Jaye, she had to blink a few times.What she saw almost sent her into a panic. 

Standing beside Jaye was a teenage boy. A Hyur who would have been around the age of 18. Dark hair, casual clothing for combat, and a big goofy smile…but it was tainted by the red glow of his eyes. 

She knew the boy wasn't really there. He was dead after all. Had been for some time now. It had been a few weeks since she last saw him. 

Rothe Miller

He had wanted to prove himself to the world. He said he wanted to do great things in the name of his family. What he didn't tell anyone, was that he harbored revenge in his heart against the bandits who killed his sister. 

Athena was tasked to be a mentor to the boy. Not a teacher, she was still training herself, but someone to guide him. 

She failed. 

She didn't know the signs yet. But to her, it didn't matter. It was her job to keep him safe, especially from himself. That's why they paired people up during training. It increased the chance of success. 

But she failed. 

She walked out of her tent one night to the sounds of rhythmic chopping. It was Rothe training with a real axe on a training dummy. His eyes were glowing…but that can't be right. It wasn't time for him to learn that technique yet. When she approached he stopped moving for a bit and suddenly he was his happy carefree self again, claiming he just wanted some extra practice. She chided him for working so hard, but that was it. She should have gone to the trainers about it. But she doubted her senses and her instincts. 

A few months later they were sent on a training mission to escort some caravan of merchants. Not long into the trip they were ambushed by highwaymen. Rothe went into a rage the likes Athena had never seen. He tore the men apart limb by limb. At one point his axe got knocked from his hand, he never picked it up again. He snarled and yelled incoherently. She would later surmise it was his sister's name he was screaming. When he was finished with the bandits he turned his gaze to one of the people they were supposed to protect. 

She yelled and pleaded for Rothe to snap out of it, but nothing worked. Tears started to stream from her face, as she did the only thing she knew to do. She clasped her axe to her back and jumped between the beast and the merchant as she unleashed her own rage. 

The battle went on for hours. She tried so hard to knock him out. Sometimes someone can recover if they were made unconscious fast enough, but she couldn't overpower him. Most of the battle was spent with her running and keeping him distracted so as to not harm others. Eventually it happened, he collapsed. When a trained warrior goes into a rage, they can funnel the fury in a way to be beneficial to their body, however when someone succumbs it often means their body is put under great stress and eventually breaks down and collapses from the energy. 

Athena walked up the creature that was once Rothe. Even now it was trying to get up to continue the chase, but its body just couldn't do it. "Please….please don't make me do this" she pleaded with the pitiful creature in front of her, but it just looked at her with burning eyes. 

She grabbed her axe and turned it upside down and held it by the hilt near the axe blades. This was the only chance that he might come back. She brought down the pummel of her axe hard on his head, hoping it was the right amount of force to just knock him out. 

The fire burned out from his eyes…but so did life. He couldn't take a hit like that with the rest of the damage his body had taken. Before he passed she heard a weak "I'm sorry" before he laid motionless. 

Just like that Rothe was gone. 

She fell to her knees as she let loose a yell to the heavens. She sat there and allowed herself to cry and mourn for a while. How long she couldn't tell you. Eventually Athena knew she had to continue, this wasn't the safest of spaces and the merchants were basically disorganized and confused. It helped that she was starting to dissociate as well. She picked up Rothe’s lifeless body and carried it back to the caravan. He was buried with honors and Athena visits his grave every year in secret. She never really tells anyone about this particular event in her life. She feels horrible guilt but it wasn’t like she was trying to hide it. It just wasn’t exactly something she liked to talk about. 

However as the years went on something particular would happen. She would see the boy's spirit when someone was about to make a mistake. When someone was set up to head down a bad path. She has no idea if it’s legitimately Rothe’s spirit or just her mind conceptualizing all the inputs her brain receives to tell her that the pattern was happening again, but it honestly didn’t matter. She learned a while ago to always take his appearance as the giant caution sign it was.  The last time it happened he was hanging on Einar’s shoulder during their meeting in the shroud. 

That…really wasn’t a good night for her. 

Now here he was standing next to her girlfriend. 

She was running out of time. 

“Did…I say something wrong?” 

Athena sighs, it was going to be hard to explain this in a way that made sense. 

“Did you give any more thought into the question I asked you?” 

She gave a non committal answer. Athena tries to explain herself, Jaye would answer in a dodgy way, this continues for a bit till Athena has an idea. 

“Why did you attack that wolf when you first got your soul crystal?” 

Jaye pauses and says how she was minding her own business when it suddenly attacked her for no reason. 

Of course when Athena pressures her the story falls apart. It was obvious she attacked that wolf because she suddenly felt powerful. It’s pretty common, honestly. Someone who spent their entire life being a victim suddenly has the power to be the one pushing others around. That kind of shift in power is intoxicating. 

Athena grabs her axe and walks over to the training dummy they had been using. She thinks about all her pain and frustration and unleashes her beast at full power. She looks over to Jade as the red orange aura ruffles her clothes as if the wind had picked up, her eyes glowing that beastly hue. When she is satisfied that she is being watched she turns to the training dummy in front of her, jumps up into the air and spins as she brings her axe down hard, cutting through the training dummy and leaving an indent in the earth. 

She clips her axe to her back and looks over to her shocked girlfriend. “You know I have the power to kill a lot more than wolves, but I don’t, cause I know what I fight for and ironically I wouldn’t have the power I do if I didn’t.” 

Athena watches Jaye as she calms down a little and walks over to a nearby rock formation to sit by. She follows and sits near her. She glances and sees Rothe also sitting on the rocks. Eventually Jaye begins to speak. “Look I know I fucked up” 

“Why did you fuck up?” 

“ Ikkobach treated me like how I treated the wolf.”

  There is a pause as Jaye grabs her knees to her chest, Athena sat to the side quietly, it felt like something was shifting. Eventually Jaye spoke up, “I want to kill my dad. I know how bad that sounds but I need to be ready.” 

Athena sighs, which she realized seemed to have become a trademark of hers lately. “I don’t think it’s bad you want to kill your dad, I mean I want to kill the bastard and he’s not even my dad.” She pauses trying to find the words she needs. “One in four warriors don’t make it past training.” She notices Jaye’s shocked expression out of the corner of her eyes. “Actually, it used to be one in four, the success rate has been going up lately with new tactics and safeguards. But when I was training, it was very common for someone to lose themselves to their beast.” 

She turned to face Jaye “It's okay to want to be strong, but you need something to anchor you or you’ll lose yourself too and….I don’t want to lose you. Not like that…never like that.” 

“But i’m not a warrior” 

“You don’t have to be, people lose themselves to their emotions all the time, it’s just not as blatant in other cases. All the results are the same, it ends in the ruin of the person and either their own actions kill them, or other people are forced to do it.” She looks away again at the last bit. 

“Is that what happens to the warriors who lose themselves?” Athena nods. “Yes, it’s a fate worse than death, which normally follows soon after anyways.” There is another pause between the two.

Finally Jaye speaks up again, “I don’t want to seek him out or anything like that. I just want to be ready if I ever see him again, even if that is unlikely.” She reaches over and grabs Athena’s hand “and….I want to be able to help you guys when you need it. It’s just that seems so unlikely “ 

Athena looks over and studies Jaye’s face, something changed. She furrows her brows and glances to the rock behind them. He’s gone. 

A weight leaves her shoulders she didn’t even know she was carrying. She smiles and she starts to tear up despite trying not to. She rubs her hand through her hair as she stands up trying to be discreet. “That’s good! That’s good… sorry got some dust in my eye from all the stupid sand everywhere”. She couldn’t see but Jaye was a little shocked at first, but slowly relaxed into a soft smile. 

Athena abruptly walks over to where they had left their stuff from earlier. “Anyway, I think we’ve accomplished most of what we can do today before you build up more of your stamina, want to head back?” 

She watches as Jaye stands and walks over to the other training dummy. “You go ahead, I want to train a little bit more.” She turns around and winks “Coco didn’t want me to tell you but she made some apple turnovers as a surprise for our training session, save me one okay?” 

The tension starts to creep back into Athena’s shoulder, but as she examines Jaye she notices her demeanor has shifted. The urgency that was there before was gone. If she dared to say, Jaye almost seemed more confident in herself. Athena smiles and says “Okay.” 

She walks back to Ul’dah and doesn’t look back.

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[prettyblondguys]

Part 5

Dmitri x plus size reader

Warnings: smut. Fingering, public-ish sex (its so illegal pls never do it lol), also I have no idea when battery powered fairy lights were invented and I don't care enough to keep researching lol. Proofreading isn't on the itinerary today.

You fiddle with the wide sleeves of your top, nervously watching the clock mounted to the wall behind you, its hands slowly tick tick ticking down to closing time. Delores is in the employees office, you'd convinced her to close up for you so you wouldn't have to, not wanting to make Dmitri wait around when he shows up. Dmitri. A fresh wave of nerves wash over you. You'd spent an extra half hour primping in the mirror that morning, trying to get your hair just so and your makeup barely there, opting for a rose petal pink lip and a little blush on your nose and cheeks. It wasn't a lot by most people's standards, but it was a helluva lot more than you'd normally wear to work.

"You look like Jezebel." Delores had remarked when you came in that morning, eying your too-tight and probably too-short skirt from behind her spectacles.

Truth be told you were a little worried you'd gone overboard, teetering too much on sexy librarian, that he'd be surprised, and not in a good way. That isn't to say you didn't still have high hopes for the night. Sylvia had happily agreed to be out of the house, just in case "You two become allied forces." Hey, he can call me comrade for all I care, if that's what it takes. You'd lotioned and perfumed and soaked the night before. You wanted, no, you needed to get laid.

The clock strikes eight and you're pulled from your thoughts as Dmitri walks through the door. Well, he's very punctual.

"Hi," you beam at him, your confidence coming back as you see the way his eyes roam over your body, "let me just tell Delores I'm heading out." He nods, not shy about the way he watches you walk away. When you come back from the office you spot him pulling at the hem of his short sleeved button-up, abruptly stopping when he sees you. Huh, so he's nervous too. I don't know if that's comforting or concerning.

"Ready?" He extends his arm out to you with a smile. I am not turned on right now. I am not turned on right now. I am NOT turned on right now. "Yep," you reply, although, it embarrassingly comes out as more of a squeak.

"Sooooo," you draw out as he leads you out of the library and then, arm in arm, mind you, like some Jane Austen novel, the two of you start walking down the sidewalk, "where are we going?"

"Ah, it's a secret, you see." He answers with a grin.

"Oh, is it now?"

"Well, sort of," he continues, "at least for the next five minutes."

¤

You're smiling like an idiot. You know you are, but you can't help it. With one hand pressed to your flushed cheek and the other still wrapped around his arm, which feels amazing, btw, you are utterly and completely smitten.

"Normally," Dmitri says, looking a bit apologetic, "I would have made a nice meal, lit some candles and such." Oh my god, he cooks? "But, there is nothing to cook on nor with where I'm staying right now, so, I thought this might be nice. But I'm now realizing it's probably stupid and we should have just gone to a restaurant or -" You place a hand on his shoulder, stopping his rambling and getting him to look at you. "Are you kidding? This," you gesture in front of you towards the date he had prepared: a picnic basket atop the very table you were sitting at when he had asked you for your number, in between two glass jars full of twinkling lights. "This is really sweet, Dmitri. It's thoughtful." God I wanna kiss him. "Alright, I believe you." He concedes, pulling you towards the table to sit down while he sits opposite you, opening the basket.

"I didn't know if you like carbonara or alfredo," he says, pulling out take-away pastas and wax-paper wrapped breadsticks, "so I got both." He continues emptying the basket, pulling out clear Chinet plates, cups and cutlery, along with two Fantas. "No worries, I like them both." You can't help but smile as he serves both of you, the fact that you're here with him still slightly hard to believe.

"Good," he hands you a fork before leaning back to survey the spread, "because you're taking any leftovers." You raise your hands in mock surrender, "Hey, you won't hear an argument from me."

You make small talk while eating, the usual "Do you have any siblings? Any hobbies? Favorite band and or singer?" to which your answers were

"Yes, a brother out in Beverly Hills. Does bingo count as a hobby? And The Beach Boys." and his were

"No. Baking when he has the time (HE BAKES TOO?). And Johnny Cash."

"So," you absentmindedly swirl your fork through the bit of pasta left on your plate, "what's Russia like?

Shit, shouldn't have asked that.

He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "It's...cold. And grey. Bone chillingly cold. At least where I was station- um, where I was staying." He picks at the table, an indiscernible look on his face. "It isn't the nicest place to live at the moment."

You feel bad for asking, you hadn't been thinking when the question tumbled out. You read the papers like everyone else, had a decent idea of how suffocating it must be living there, having to live under that type of surveillance and control. You just had to bring it up, didn't you? Your grandmother's words about how you tend to run men off echo in your ears.

"How are you liking California so far?"

That seems to do the trick, pulling him back from wherever his mind had gone, his eyes flickering up to yours as his smile grows. "I'm liking it very much." He says, taking a sip of his drink. "It's so warm here, I've had to buy a whole new wardrobe because of it." You both laugh at this, the tension having completely lifted. "And everyone here is so friendly. Well, until they hear my 'accent'." Oh yeah, I'm sure women just run away when they hear it.

"Not all of them, no."

You look up from your plate, eyes wide and face burning, "Did I say that out loud?" He nods, an amused smirk pulling at his lips.

"Whoops."

¤

After you sat for a bit and talked, you'd ended up walking back to the library to put the date stuff in your backseat and drove to the movie theater, Dmitri telling you about which ones were playing.

You had decided on Making Mr Right, a romantic comedy with one of your favorite actors. You try to push away and counter all of the inappropriate thoughts running through your head. I'm in a dark theater with him, yes but the ushers will probably be by soon. He's sitting so close our arms are touching, well where else is he supposed to sit? We could start making out and no one would know, yes but your mouths probably taste like pasta and buttered popcorn. That might add to it. You're right, self, it actually just might.

You're pulled from your thoughts by Dmitri quietly chuckling at a scene in the movie, the robot having a less than desired first meeting with the main character. It was lewd but funny. The movie plays out in a way you weren't expecting, at various points throughout you weren't sure who'd end up with who, halfway through you still weren't sure, but it was pretty good. And you'd be lying if you said John Malkovich wasn't pretty as hell in it, although not nearly as pretty as your date.

What if we reach for popcorn at the same time?

SHUT UP BRAIN. Just watch the movie. You keep your hands in your lap, now worried about accidentally touching his hand. Which is insane, you think to yourself, a sex dream is fine, but we draw the line at buttery hand brushes?

"You alright?" Dmitri asks in a whisper, the light from the screen reflecting in his eyes. God, he's beautiful. Those eyes, so easy to get lost in. Those lips. MY GOD THOSE LIPS. I could write poetry about those lips. Might not be good poetry, but still. You realize you haven't replied, a blush creeping over your cheeks when you look up only to find that he's now looking at your lips, and then, in what feels like slow motion, he leans forward.

….

….

….

Oh my god I've forgotten how to breathe.

The kiss is, what's a good way to explain it.. World ending, earth shattering, panty dropping. All three at once. His lips are soft against yours, barely moving as you melt into it, literally melting into it, leaning into him. He pulls away after what feels like a blessed eternity, smirking when he sees the stupid grin spreading across your face.

"You shouldn't look at me like that if you don't want to get kissed." He whispers, his deep voice sending a shiver through your body.

"Who said I don't?" You reply boldly, damn girl, good for you, watching as he raises one eyebrow in surprise before shifting in his seat, moving to place the half empty popcorn tub on the ground as he turns his body towards you. "Is that so?" He asks, his hand coming to cup your cheek, letting his thumb ghost over your bottom lip as you nod.

Welp, I don't know if this'll be sexy, but here goes.

You part your lips slightly, letting your tongue dart out to slowly lick at his thumb before closing your lips again, leaving a wet kiss. Any questions of whether or not he liked that are swept away by the soft groan he lets out, heaving a shuddering breath as he quickly leans forward again, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. You moan into his mouth and before you know it his hands are trailing down the sides of your body, over the curve and dip of your hips and down to your thigh, letting his fingertips graze the skin along the hem of your skirt, the other coming to rest on the back of your neck as yours is against his jaw, feeling an embarrassing amount of wetness start to pool between your legs.

His hand snakes under your dress and trails upwards, squeezing and kneading the doughy flesh of your thighs as he goes. He breaks aways from the kiss and looks at you, really looks at you. "Is this okay?" He questions, both of you breathing heavily.

I mean, it's technically illegal but yeah, absolutely. You quickly nod, desperate to have his lips back on yours and his hand wherever the hell he intended to put it.

He grins before kissing you again, no doubt amused by your eagerness, his fingers inching their way further up your thighs before they reach your clothed mound.

Your legs part, giving him better access as the pads of his fingers run along the fabric, coming to rub circles over the wet spot already forming. You're lost in how good it feels, your hips slightly rocking forward as he presses down with each rub of his fingers, drinking in your moans. You feel him toying with the side of your panties, "And this?" He mumbles against your lips, not continuing on until you let out a breathy "Yes." Trying to hold back a whine as he slips his hand under them and drags his fingers through your folds. Holy shit this is happening. His thumb rubs at your pearl, grinning against your lips at the way your hips jerk towards his touch, before sliding two fingers down through your soaked folds and starts gently prodding at your entrance, letting out a deep, guttural moan when he feels how easily your slit lets them slide in, enveloping them in your tight heat. He pumps them in and out slowly, curving upwards on the way out to brush against a sensitive spot, sending a current of pleasure through you. Shit, I didn't even know that was there. The telltale pressure starts building, like an ember growing deep in your belly as you feel your release getting closer and closer, your walls fluttering around his digits. Panic floods over you as you see a flashlight beam slowly ascending the steps to your right, every fiber of your being sending off alarm bells and sirens. "Stop, Dmitri," you quickly whisper, trying to sit up straighter as he pulls his hand back, looking at you concerned until he spots the light as well, reaching over to smooth your skirt down you'd forgotten to.

The usher makes it to the top step and eyes you both suspiciously, the beam of light landing on the discarded tub of popcorn and then back to where you two sit, before begrudgingly walking away.

"Well," Dmitri whispers, his chest rumbling with poorly suppressed laughter, "that was close." Yeah pal, so was I. "Tell me about it." You say, feeling that sweet release slip further and further away, the meeting of your thighs pitifully damp. "So," he says, smirking at you, "should we finish the movie, or finish this at your place?" Holy mother of pearl, you think to yourself as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and licks your arousal off of them, playfulness and lust sparkling in his eyes.

Well, fuck me.

Authors note: Sorry this chapter took so long! I swear it was not supposed to get steamy in this chapter but here we are lol. And a big thanks to my dear friend Lilah for helping me with the Chinet research and to @starjones-on-ao3 for help with the music info lol. Reblogs and feedback are so very appreciated! :) also I only edited this once so I apologize if there's a lot of mistakes 😅

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[oceansprompts]

marvel's midnight suns | misc quotes 2

You may have noticed that I mess around a lot…

What would you do in my position then, huh?

Since that’s ruined, I guess we can cut straight to the chase…

I’ve been retconned before, let’s do it again!

At least buy me dinner before you peg me like that…

It’s the best way to trick other people into thinking you have your crap together…

Says the poster child of heroism…

Hey, answer this for me. What does commitment mean to you…

But-and it’s a but-it’s scawy…

Sssh, it’s question time. Would you ever cut ties with me?

Your awakening ritual was admittedly… Simply put, how do you feel?

Will all my resources, all my gifts, I should’ve seen this outcome spelled out… but I… miscalculated.

Plus, it’s very comfortable. Assuming you choose a good fabric, of course.

Any side effects I should know about?

We can’t in good conscience send you back into battle…

You’re too kind. Besides, I think our mutual friend has done quite well in guiding you so far.

Shh. Just stand here with me a moment. I want to see if you can sense what I’m sensing.

My mind races with nervous excitement at the thought of stepping back into the great cosmic library…

Demons are, by definition, evil…

I wish I could have joined you at the lab…

But that’s a worry for another day…

If you think this source has got salon-sculpted facial hair and an ego the size of Montana, then you’re correct.

I fear he may be plotting against us as we speak…

I really need to double check my findings. There are a few more scrolls I should consult…

Part of me feels we should throw it into the Forge right now and wash our hands of it completely.

I’ve been giving a lot of thought to the direction my life will take if we survive your mother’s apocalypse…

Your continued confidence and honesty with me have rekindled…

Go on. To what genre am I most partial?

But I cannot shake the sense that life as I know it has changed for the worse.

Since the beginning of this crisis, my predictions have all been skewed…

“I’m wingin’ it. ”

Everyone’s on edge about it and that puts me on edge, ya know?

But I bet no one would notice if I like took off and joined Hydra or just, I dunno, disappeared.

How the hell am I supposed to live up to that?

I mean, look at you. You’re not intimidated by anyone…

That was an act of mad genius.

It’s gotta be done…

But it also really sucks.

All I can say is what I saw last night made me worry about you.

How do I honor him and still be truthful? It’s too many hands.

You think I need something a little more foolproof?

What does that mean? Some women are what?…

It’s gonna go like this: save the world, go home, give [someone] a big hug, throw a barbecue for the neighborhood.

I don’t know, you think, maybe he’d be able to do me a favor, after we save the world, I mean?

I see your “why” and raise you a “why not?”

Gorgeous, right? Even without the extra hell sauce, she’s a beast.

He, well, both of us just wanted to say thanks. Nice to feel useful, know what I mean?

I don’t know. I don’t want to mess up and disappoint anyone or worse, get someone hurt. I made that mistake once before and I have absolutely zero desire to do it again.

Will you be my Player 2?

What did I do to deserve all your confidence in me?

Don’t get me wrong. We’re a solid duo…

Like a car chase, but with horses. Did you ever drift a horse? maybe on a frozen lake or something?

I was going to say “a roller-blading mariachi band” but I don’t think mine compares.

No, in a car. You race through empty streets, pushing your ride as hard as it can take it…

We could start a weekly tradition. I make a mean carne asada.

With my parents gone, I had to grow up fast…

I know I can’t go home until this is over, but knowing doesn’t make it easier.

Well, does it even matter? I made a choice and the world paid for it…

Haven’t you figured it out? She doesn’t want to “win”.

It’s good. It’s really good, actually. If I can keep myself busy enough, I think I can keep the darkness at bay.

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[shining-red-diamond]

VOGUE Like the Lee’s (Part 1)

Part 2

Words: 3.3k

Pairing: Jeno X Carrie (OC)

Rating: PG-15

Genre: fluff, some angst, suggestive

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, weight loss, body changes, suggestive material, mentions of sex but no smut, people being mean, loss of confidence, some language, partial nudity

A/N: Italics mean they’re speaking Korean

Banner by: @highly-functioning-mitochondria

September 12, 2022

To be the first K-Pop idol to open New York’s Fashion Week was a huge honor for Jeno, especially since it was VOGUE’s 130th anniversary. All of those years of acting in CFs since he was little had now paid off, or at least that’s how Carrie put it. While he had spent the last six years performing as a member of NCT and NCT DREAM, he had a few group modeling gigs with the members for various brands and magazines, but nothing like this. He was excited to walk the runway in one of the biggest fashion capitals of the world, but more so since his beloved wife would be coming along as support.

The first night would be outdoors with a bunch of other celebrities in attendance, and the stylists didn’t hesitate to make Jeno look finer than a piece of museum art. He was given black slacks, a matching blazer, a 14-inch silver chain necklace, and what appeared to be platform boots created by Peter Do, the designer he would be modeling for in the fashion show the following day. He wouldn’t be wearing a shirt, but it would be for a sexier appeal according to the stylists.

“No shirt, Mr. Lee?” Carrie teased as she pokes her head out of the bathroom, flirtatiously biting her lip. “Just a blazer? Stylish, babe, but also tempting.”

She giggles a bit, making Jeno smile as he comes over after taking a few pictures for Instagram, her stylist stepping out of the bathroom to let him in. He loved zipping up Carrie’s dresses for her. It was one of his ways of showing intimate love. She was his most sacred treasure, and he’d die before any other man touched her. Five years since they met, one year since they were married, and four months since Carrie gave birth to their daughter Brigitte; Jeno was still madly in love with her.

His lips kissed her temple, careful not to mess up the work the makeup artist had spent about an hour painting on her face. It was a natural look with the eye makeup making her blue eyes pop and her lips a deep red color. Her fiery red hair was pulled back into low bun with diamond pins decorating it.

“Beautiful,” Jeno whispers after hooking the silver chain necklace on her that matched his. “I think everyone is going to be looking at you more than they will me.”

Carrie felt herself blushing at his compliment. Ever since having the baby, she had lost the extra weight and gone back to her figure, but the pregnancy did change her body such as she had a nice butt and was now wearing C-cups. Had she been taller than her husband, she could model.

The stylists even noticed and made sure she would put her in something that was comfortable but still sexy and glamorous to match Jeno. A black velvet mini-dress hugged her body in all of the right places, a large slit showed off her left leg, and the top of the neckline was off the shoulder, subtle glitter flakes decorating the fabric. Carrie was thankful the dress came with faux sleeves that doubled as fingerless gloves because New York was starting to get cold out. She was also equipped with black skin-tight shorts to prevent any accidents. Her heels weren’t terribly high, so she would be comfortable walking with Jeno and taking pictures at the event.

“Nervous?” Jeno asks, his large hands gently caressing her bare shoulders.

“A little,” Carrie sighs. “I’ve never been to anything like this. Just award shows.”

Despite being an extrovert, having a child also made her a little more nervous about certain things, and she was never an anxious person. It was also her first public appearance in four months, so she wanted to make a good impression. She wasn’t a celebrity by any means but being with Jeno for the last five years meant that his fans knew who she was. Most of the time, they had been very kind to her, but still, she was nervous about all of it.

“Just breathe,” Jeno encourages. “I’ll be by your side the entire time.”

“I know, but I feel the only thing that could calm my nerves is to hold the baby for a minute.” She turns on her phone’s lock screen, revealing a picture of their baby girl dressed in cute fall clothing and sitting by their dog Clover, Brigitte’s little smile identical to her father’s.

“We can call my mom later and check up on her,” he promised as he smiled at his little princess in the photo.

“FaceTime,” Carrie insists as she grabbed her purse. “Also, those shoes can’t be comfortable.”

He shakes his head and scoffs a bit, glancing down at the platform boots he was given to wear. “They’re not.”

One of the stylists pops her head in and announces, “Fashion show people are here.”

The couple exits the bathroom and stands where they’re told to talk to the people who just entered. A woman in her late thirties with long, blonde hair greets them kindly.

“Nice to meet you,” he tells the woman.

“Nice to meet you,” she says with a smile, the interpreter repeating the same phrase.

“I’m Jeno from NCT,” Jeno introduces himself before presenting Carrie. “This is my wife Carrie.”

“Nice to meet you, Carrie,” the woman shakes her hand and smiles.

“Pleased to meet you, too,” she replies, trying not to come off as nervous despite holding on tight to her black Chanel purse.

“You both look amazing. So, for most of it, we’re gonna be taking lots of pictures, and if there’s anyone you wanna meet just tell him.” The woman motions to the interpreter, and he repeats everything to Jeno in his native tongue. She then turns to Carrie. “And if there’s anything you need, just tell us.”

“I’m not going to be in the way, am I?” Carrie asks, her nerves threatening to boil over. Her husband takes note and holds her hand.

“No, of course not,” Blondie, as Carrie nicknamed her, shakes her head in reassurance. “Celebs bring dates to these all the time, and couple pictures are always super cute.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Carrie relaxed a little, but now it was the public who would be seeing her, including Jeno’s fans.

“Alright, you feel good?” Blondie asks the couple.

“Yeah,” they respond.

“You feel good?” she asks the interpreter.

“No, I don’t feel good,” he jokes, making them all laugh.

After she left, it was almost time to head to the show. Stepping into the hallway, Jeno took some more pictures for social media, but he also decided to take a few with his wife. Some were of them linking arms and walking, some were of them posing as models, and some were just of them smiling and goofing with each other.

“I think I left the room key,” Jeno sighs as he takes a few more pictures before they leave.

“I have it, babe,” Carrie reassures as she pats her purse.

…

Scrolling through the pictures as a distraction from her nerves, Jeno talks to the camera for NCT content while in the car headed to the event. She felt the anxiousness rising but seeing her husband’s smiling face kept her relaxed.

“It’s like looking at our wedding pictures,” Jeno comments as he puts an arm around her.

Carrie just smiles as they continue looking through them together. Her family knew she was in New York, and she promised to send pictures. Selecting a few the couple loved the most, she sent them to her mother.

“She’ll see them when she wakes up,” she remembered the time difference from New York to Dublin.

As the car approaches the event, the makeup team quickly gets to work on touching up Jeno’s makeup and even doing the same for Carrie. Peeping out of the window, she could see hundreds of people lined up waiting for Jeno to make his entrance. Her heart was beating out of her chest now, but she needed to remember to breathe. If I just stay near my husband, she thought, I’ll be okay.

The car pulls into the designated spot, and Jeno takes Carrie’s hand into his and kisses it.

“Ready?” he asks as he looks into her eyes.

“Now or never,” she answers.

The door opens, and fans immediately begin screaming in excitement for Jeno while multiple cameras began flashing in every which way. What Carrie wasn’t expecting was fans screaming in excitement for her after Jeno helped her out of the vehicle. It was as if she had returned a war hero, and her confidence began to rise again. Smiling, she linked her arm with her husband’s, and they begin their walk.

If she was ever thankful to have gone to the gym with Jeno, now was the time. Walking the red carpet seemed so easy, but having to move quickly just to get to the runway in heels made Carrie glad she stayed in shape. Her heels were starting to hurt, but she sucked it up for the time being.

The security worked to keep the couple safe and their path clear, which put Carrie’s nerves even more at ease.

At some points, Jeno would take a little time to sign autographs, but he would later apologize for not getting to everyone. His wife would stand patiently and just smile for any fashion photographer there who wanted her picture. She’d be a liar if she said she didn’t like the little bit of attention.

“They love you,” Jeno says with a chuckle as they continue to walk again, his arm around her waist in a protective manner.

“It is a bit of a confidence boost, boyo,” she admits with a giggle.

He approaches one more fan, who squealed upon having a poster signed.

“Carrie, I love your dress,” one girl called out to her.

“Thank you,” she called back before noticing her outfit. “I like your shirt.”

Noticing a few fans filming the interaction of everyone else, she couldn’t help but spot a couple of girls no older than their teens seemingly snickering and looking at her. It was deja vu from primary school, and flashbacks from two girls who were mean to her came back. Even with all of the makeup on her face and the beautiful dress she wore, she felt herself grow meek as a mouse.

“That’s his wife!” Someone scolded the girls, pulling Carrie out of her thoughts. “Go be jealous somewhere else, bitch!”

As Jeno finished the interaction with the fans, Carrie felt her heart sink and her smile disappear as they walked away. While she was thankful for the person who defended her, the fact that two people were hating on her stung. She knew this would happen. Someone was going to have an issue with her for whatever reason, and it somehow stuck with her more than fashion executives wanting her and her husband’s pictures together. Carrie kept her head up as they reached their seats, and meeting some celebrities like Dove Cameron and Sabrina Carpenter distracted her for a bit. However, the venom of a hateful person was still lingering in her mind.

“Are you alright?” Jeno asks, concerned as to why she was suddenly so quiet after the interaction.

“Just overwhelmed, I guess,” she lied, fighting to keep her tears.

Her husband’s last need was to get angry in the middle of something he had to be professional at. However, Jeno knew when Carrie was lying just by the look on the beautiful face he loved so much.

He wraps an arm around her and whispers in her ear, “We’ll talk when we get back to the room.”

She just nods and tries to enjoy the show, but she couldn’t pay attention. She just wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear into her husband’s embrace.

…

Her feet hurt as they made their way back to their hotel room, and she couldn’t wear the heels any longer. The moment they were on the elevator, Carrie immediately pulled her shoes off. She wanted to massage her feet, but she was in a very short dress and didn’t want to expose herself in a semi-public setting.

“I should have brought my flats with me,” she sighs with a whine.

Seeing her in pain, Jeno decides to quickly slip off his blazer and wrap it around her waist, leaving him shirtless with only the chain necklace adorning his neck.

“Babe?” Carrie says, but her husband scoops her up bridal style before she could speak again. Seeing her husband’s bare torso always made her flustered, and she could never get enough of how soft his skin was.

Jeno knew he’d have the stylists in a fit, but he was first and foremost a husband. When Carrie needed him, he always answered. He didn’t care he was shirtless for the time being, he just wanted his wife to be comfortable and cared for.

The closer they got to their room, Carrie fished around in her purse before pulling out the room key and pushing the door open. As soon as she and Jeno are by the bed, he gently lays her down on the mattress and presses a long and loving kiss to her lips.

“That always makes my day better,” she hums with a smile.

She then looks over at the clock. 11:27 PM. Reaching for her phone, Carrie asks, “Can we call your Mum now?”

As much as he wanted to see his precious baby’s face, he wanted to address the situation at the show first. He had overheard a fan scolding someone, and he guessed someone else had hurt Carrie just from seeing her smile disappear right after.

He sits in front of her on the bed and meets her eyes. “We will, but did something happen tonight?”

Carrie didn’t want to talk about it, but keeping her feelings inside would only hurt more.

“I felt so beautiful tonight,” she sighs, her head dropping to where she stared at her phone in her hands, her polished manicure framing the device. “I hadn’t felt that way since our wedding and honeymoon.” Her reddening eyes meet his again. “But what’s the craic in such a big event when you can’t help feeling that someone points out your insecurities.”

Jeno’s theory has true. Someone was rude to her, and he felt guilty for not being more attentive.

“The woman who yelled at someone earlier,” he figures as he hands her a tissue.

“She was defending me from two girls in the crowd,” Carrie corrects with a sniff and takes the tissue. “I don’t know what those girls said, but I don’t want to know.”

Wiping her eyes, she sits up and pulls her knees into her chest. Jeno just pulls her into his lap and gently rocks her. Pulling out his own phone, he opens Spotify and presses play on the playlist he had made for Carrie, the first song being Westlife’s rendition of “Uptown Girl.” He keeps the volume at a level where the other hotel guests aren’t disturbed.

He didn’t always have to say anything. Sometimes, just touching her in some way calmed her and let her know that he would always be her rock.

She presses another kiss to his lips and then scoots off of him and back onto the bed. “And now, we FaceTime your Mum.”

Jeno quickly throws a shirt on before Carrie makes the call to his mother. For the next half hour, the couple speaks to Mrs. Lee as she feeds the four-month-old infant her bottle while a Korean children’s show played in the background. Carrie’s heart yearned to hold her daughter again, Jeno wanting nothing more than to snuggle his precious child the moment they arrived home. Idol life was hectic enough, but Brigitte making her entrance into the world brought a new sense of joy to the young couples’ lives.

After blowing kisses to the smiling infant, Carrie ends the call and sets her phone on the nightstand to charge.

“I’m getting out of this thing,” she announces as she stood up from the bed and reached for the zipper in the back. Her husband beat her to it and slowly unzips the dress, peeling it off of her slim body afterward.

Clad in just her undergarments once removing the skin-tight shorts, Carrie hangs up her dress before heading to the bathroom to let her hair down, remove her makeup and do her skincare. When she’s halfway done, Jeno enters the bathroom and is out of his getup and just in some comfortable boxers while he washes his face. His wife finishes before he does, and she makes her way back out but not before giving him a cozy back hug and kissing the center of his spine.

“Come cuddle when you’re done,” she requests as she starts to remove her bra. Tossing the undergarment into her suitcase, all that remained on her body was her underwear and her wedding ring that sparkled in the dim hotel lighting. She wasn’t in the mood for love-making, but just cuddling with Jeno skin-to-skin was something she loved ever since they were married. The sheets always felt so cool against her skin, and Jeno always provided the warmth she craved, creating the best happy medium for sleeping.

Grabbing her phone again, she sees a text she received from her mom saying how handsome and beautiful they both looked at the event. Carrie thanked her just as Jeno stepped out of the bathroom.

Laying down next to her, he crawls under the covers and cuddles up to Carrie as soon as she sets her phone back down. Facing him in his embrace, she looked deep into those puppy-like eyes.

“I love you so much, Mr. Lee,” she whispers and kisses his lips.

“I love you, too, Mrs. Lee,” he replies with a loving smile.

Lips attaching to each other again, Jeno trails his kisses from her lips down to her neck and breathed in her scent.

“Jeno, I’m tired,” she pushes him off a little. “Plus, you have an early morning.”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, concerned.

Carrie shakes her head reassuringly. “Just not in the mood tonight.”

Caressing her cheek, he brushes her hair behind her ear. Just from her body language, he could tell she was still hurt. It killed him inside knowing she was struggling with being confident in herself.

“It was only two people, anyhow,” she huffs and buries her face in his bare chest.

Lifting her chin to look up at him, he declares, “I don’t care what anyone else that attended had to say. You were the sexiest and most beautiful woman out there tonight. Even if we weren’t married or together, my thoughts wouldn’t change. So, your body’s changed a bit, but that’s okay. It’s because we made the cutest little girl together, which makes me love you even more. If someone has a problem with it, that’s their loss. They don’t know the sweet, gorgeous, and loving woman that you are.”

A smile returns to Carrie’s face as a tear falls down her cheek. “I don’t deserve you,” she sobs a little, wiping her eyes with the bed sheet.

“That’s what I’m supposed to say,” Jeno whines before tickling her, making her burst into the giggles he loved to hear. “There’s that smile.”

“No, you were tickling me,” she denies as she caught her breath.

“But you smiled.”

“Okay, you win. It did make me feel a little bit better.”

After setting his alarm for the next morning and turning out the light, Jeno pulls her in closer and kisses her lips lovingly. When it breaks, his forehead presses against hers as they bask in the blissful dark of the night.

“I love you, my wife,” he whispers as he caressed her in his arms.

“I love you, too, my husband,” she whispered back before falling asleep in his embrace.

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