#the man would not live til the next day if i saw him like that.

[scummy-writes]

#GilbertShowTummy2023

#i WANT HIM IN CROP TOPS AAARGEHEHSJDF #i am a rabid animal shaking a chew toy (he is the chew toy) #like imagine. imagine. #gil in a black turtleneck. the type that is cropped. #pants on nice but low enough so that you can see a bit of his happy trail #the man would not live til the next day if i saw him like that. #gil posting

[desireesfics]

the girl across the street.

pairing: fem!reader x loser!ellie

summary: you’ve decided to move into a little house on ellie’s street, she sees you and almost dies from your natural beauty. being the big ass nerd she is, she decides to help you but continues to stumble on her words. instead of her helping you guys sit in your backyard for a bit and talk for hours only to find out you’re very similar.

warnings: none just fluff and ellie being a big loser.

a/n: ive been writing part 2 for ‘bad habits’ just wanted to take a break from it and write something i wanted to for awhile :)

it was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for you to move actually. not to hot, not to cold, just right! you called the people and waited for them to come so they could pick up the boxes that were stacked in piles among piles in your parents house.

they came and you helped them with very little strength into the moving truck. (you js picked up the light boxes but the people appreciated it.) they offered a lift there but you politely declined and hopped into your car.

it wasn’t so hot, but you still felt the excessive need to put on the aircon. you turned up the volume as one of your favourite songs had just come on, opening the windows and turning off the aircon (since it would be such a waste).

the whole ride there was a vibe, you felt a little sad when you had to hop out but you were beyond excited to see what your new house awaited for you.

you’ve obviously seen the inside before when you were looking around, but you just adored the street, the house itself — everything about this place was just so welcoming and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your time here.

you looked around as you hopped out, the moving truck had gotten here before you and they were already effortlessly lifting boxes into your house. you admired the little garden that you could build on out the front of your house. there were flowers everywhere, and it just looked beyond beautiful.

you genuinely couldnt believe you scored such a place. i mean apart from the rent being so expensive, you were still super happy.

you were talking to one of the moving people when you saw a glimpse of a very handsome girl staring at you through your window. jesus, you thought. you zoned out, completely out of it like literally not listening to whatever the guy was rambling on about. you were just staring right back at the mysterious, beautiful girl through her window.

she averted her attention from your lower half to your face and got extremely flustered after realising you were staring right back at her.

‘fuck, she totally saw you looking! stop being a fucking idiot ellie.’ she repeated over and over, turning around, crashing her palm into her forehead and falling backwards onto her bed.

you stifled a giggle and the man thought you were laughing at him. he full on side eyed you.

‘s—sorry! what was it you were saying?’ you smiled politely at him. you were an angel in disguise is what ellie thought. pretty face, hair, clothes, body..

you were the definition of perfect. now you probably thought ellie was a big loser.

you didnt, actually the complete opposite of a loser. you thought she was beautiful, charming even. though you two have never actually held a conversation before, you enjoyed the thought of talking to her.

ellie really really really wanted to invite you over, maybe bring something over to welcome you to the neighbourhood. but she had no idea how to cook properly or even bake, ellie doesnt know how she lives on her own. but it already looked like her next door neighbour, marjorie, was already bringing freshly baked cookies over.

fuck marjorie and her old woman cooking skills, there goes ellies chance. she watched you embrace marjorie with a warm hug, your enchanting smile plastered on your face. she swears if she ever catches marjorie bringing over anything else shes going to fully box her.

‘cant wait til’ that old bat goes into a retirement home.’ ellie spat. its not like marjorie is so innocent either, she constantly tells ellie to dress like a proper woman, whispering to all the other old women on the street about her being a so called ‘dyke’. yeah screw marjorie.

ellie rolled her eyes and fell back onto her bed, only to go into a deep, well-needed slumber.

the next morning, ellie had spent all day making a drawing of you, adding in all of your perfections, thinking whether or not to give it to you. she was in a deep ass ponder when she got a knock on the door.

‘marjorie, i dont have any more sugar!’ she yelled. then she heard your faint giggle. oh fuck.

she rushed up from her seat, completely forgetting to cover the very obvious drawing of you. she twisted the doorknob a couple times with her clammy hands.

‘h—hey! sorry..’ she stuttered. you just flashed her one of your smiles and came in. was she dreaming? why are you in her house? what the actual fuck is going on.

‘i uh, i got your text! you said you made something for me?’ you smiled again, this time it reaching your eyes. ellie looked so confused, like a lost dog.

‘i texted you?’ holy shit, holy shit. ellie was so high this morning, she didnt actually mean to send that text to you. (please ignore the fact that reader literally didnt give ellie their number ellies just built different.)

her face dropped, all colour draining from it. ‘im so sorry, ‘i—i didint mean to actually send that text.’ she just babbled on and on and on until you glanced at her table.

‘who’re you drawing?’ you pointed at the table and she shuffled over to it. she shook her head and closed the drawing book. im such a mess, she thought.

‘’s no one.. not important.’ she smiled awkwardly. you just giggled, with your fucking cute mouth, she was internally dying, she felt so hot-headed.

‘oh! ellie, youre burning up! your face— its very red.’ you rushed over, concerned, oblivious to the fact that she was blushing over the thought of you.

ellie shook her head and shooed away your hands. she gave you a polite but very awkward, half-smile. ‘’m fine, its fine! i uh— dont wanna waste your time, you best be going.’

you frowned, was it something you did? why was she excusing you out of her house.

on the other hand ellie was stressing. ‘you best be going.’ who the fuck says something like that. she was staring at her feet, then she glanced up at your face and noticed the slight frown.

‘yeah, sorry. cya els!’ els? holy guacamole. she was even more red faced then before if thats even possible, the tips of her ears were quite literally bright red.

‘no-no wait, can you just maybe come by again tomorrow, i havent actually finished what i was making for yo—‘ shes said to much. you just stood there smirking.

‘so you did make something for me?’ she was completely and utterly dumbfounded. mouth agape and just nodding her pretty little head.

‘ill be here at this time tomorrow, dont fail me ellie.’ you grinned, you enjoyed teasing this “stranger”. not to mention she was completely ogling over you when she opened the door to you.

‘y—yeah!’ she swallowed hard. she waved as you left the house and you flashed her one of your stupid smiles with your pearly teeth that she’ll be thinking about for days.

well, ellie was officially fucked.

#lesbian #ellie williams #ellie x reader #lgbtqia #i need ellie bro #wlw #ellie tlou #ellie williams tlou #sub!ellie #loser!ellie #this is so gay #i love ellie #fem!reader

[hairyjocktf]

Building a New Life

Justin was the star wrestler at his high school. He had won regional titles and the adoration of all the local families for years, and was ready to head to college to continue his streak. Senior year he was at his peak, winning matches left and right. All he had to do was wait for those recruitment offers to roll in. He waited and waited, still kicking ass in his wrestling, but while everyone around him was committing and getting accepted, there were no letters to him. To his dismay, one never came. His plans for the future were shattered, what was he supposed to do now? The wrestling scholarship was his only shot for college.

With the year ending and not many options, Justin started looking for entry level jobs that would take him. He lived in a fairly rural area so most of what he found was either farm work or construction, and the latter paid better. He called one of them up and they told him to swing by the site a few days later. He drove out to the construction site later that week and walked into the mobile office they had there. The manager came out to greet him. He was a rugged man in his late 40’s, with a stocky build and thick stubble. He’d clearly been in the business for years and it showed through his worn hands and gruff voice from yelling orders at his lackeys. The man looked Justin up and down.

“A little scrawny but I can work with it,” he said after a few seconds.

“I was a top wrestler in the region!” Justin protested. 

“Doesn’t matter in this industry,” the man said flatly. “Can you handle heavy loads and equipment? Can you deal with being outside most of the day in rough weather?”

Justin was caught off guard, usually people were much nicer to him. “Of course I can! I can handle whatever you throw at me,” he assured.

“Well alright, If you think you can handle it let’s see how you do here,” the manager said, handing a pile of clothes to Justin. “Here’s your safety and HiVis gear, make sure it fits and then we’ll get you set up outside.”

Justin took his uniform to the bathroom to try it on real quick. It included a hard hat that was adjustable, which he fit to his head, a bright orange and yellow HiVis vest, and a couple other things. He put it all on and stepped back into the office. 

“Alright follow me, Justin was it?” the manager gestured towards the door.

“Yes sir,” Justin responded uncharacteristically.

“Name’s Blaine, the manager revealed, “Around here we usually work on residential projects, we’re currently assisting on a development outside of town.” He led them away from the office around the immediate site, which currently seemed to be mostly used as storage for equipment and materials. “Since you’ve got no experience you’ll start by shadowing some of our guys for a few weeks and handling more basic tasks til you’re ready for more,” he continued. “You can head back to the office and they'll take care of the nitty gritty for ya. I’m expecting great things from you, wrestler,” Blaine laughed as he left Justin and headed out towards the development. Justin heard his gruff voice booming in the distance as he barked orders to the workers.

Justin was unsure about all of this, but he didn’t really have a better option at the moment. He felt out of place in his new safety gear, and he was younger than nearly everyone he saw working. He took care of the paperwork and headed home for the day; they'd hired him on the spot to start the next morning. With considerable unease, he went to bed, closing one chapter of his life for the next. 

As the weeks went by Justin began acclimating to this new job fairly well. He got to know the guys he worked with, learned how to use the equipment, and began to feel comfortable on the site. He even felt like he had put on some mass to better handle all the physical work he was doing. His rock solid abs were a little less visible than they had been but for some reason that didn’t bother him. He was already starting to forget the sting of not being recruited for wrestling. Every day he came into work those past dreams seemed to fade a little more, replaced by his new life. His coworkers had made fun of him for having such a baby face at the beginning, but now he was starting to sport a little bit of stubble. Justin was slowly starting to blend in more with his new crowd.

The months continued to pass, with Justin becoming more and more entrenched in his new construction life. It was getting colder outside, and his body began to adjust without him even noticing. His stubble grew out into a real beard, short and dense. He began packing on more body fat as he spent less and less time at the gym and more and more working and drinking with his new bros. His voice began to sound a little deeper and rougher, matching those around him. The hard hat really suited him now with his more rugged looks. He had never been a good student in school but he seemed to really be taking to this new job, completely forgetting about his old goals. The occassional approving nod from Blaine was driving him forward. He was thriving in this new position, but the job wasn’t done with him yet.

Unbeknownst to Justin, under his thick winter clothes things were changing. His previously toned body, while still fairly muscular, was steadily becoming thicker with fat. Not only that, but he’d always been near perfectly smooth and that too was slowly changing. It had started with his chest, where on the previously bare skin thin wispy hairs had started to poke out. That didn’t last long though, as they were quickly overrun with thicker, darker hairs that began sprouting in between his pecs. They grew curly as they spread out, covering his entire chest in hair, spreading up across his collarbone and down across his slowly growing stomach. The new hairy coat was just another part of his insulation against the harsh winter weather. But the hairs didn’t stop there either. His pits erupted with thick wiry hairs, coating his underarms in curly hairs that trapped both heat and sweat. The hairs pushed out, tangling together as they formed a thick tuft of hair under each arm, even spreading out to connect with the rug on his chest. After each day of hard work he’d come home stinking like the other men he worked with, and over time he started to enjoy the musk he produced.

Of course he wasn’t done filling out his uniform quite yet. His formerly modest bush began growing with no end in sight, engulfing his groin in thick, wiry brown hairs that radiated out from his lengthening cock. Sometimes while on the site Justin would instinctively reach down in his pants to itch the growing bush, the feeling and texture of it driving him wild. With pubes erupting day and night his musk only grew stronger, as Justin began to truly have a manly aura around him that he’d never had before. It seemed to help him bond with the other guys more, as they welcomed him into their groups and invited him out more and more frequently. Underneath his work pants his legs bulked up considerably from carrying all sorts of materials around, followed closely by the same dark fur. It raced down his legs and coated them with curly hairs that rubbed against the inside of his increasingly tight jeans as he walked around, an almost arousing feeling. Within the first year of working Justin had gone up four sizes in his work boots, as his feet grew and widened to match the rest of him. The massive steel-toed boots hid how hairy his feet had gotten, with dark hairs covering the tops and toes.

The next year was largely the same. Justin continued slowly changing to better fit his new job. He was really beginning to excel at it, and he’d attained a close friendship with many of the men he worked with. It almost seemed as if he’d aged ten years over the last one, he certainly looked it at this point. His fur coat only thickened, growing even denser across his chest and stomach to the point you could barely see the skin beneath the hairs. Hair had also spread up and onto his shoulders before enveloping his massive back. The hairs gushed out across his shoulder blades before shooting down his spine and spreading out wide. The heavy coating slowly grew thicker and spread out further as time went on, reaching down to his ass. It too became covered with thick, dark hairs as it inflated to a truly massive size. During the warmer months sometimes he just wore his vest and hard hat, his incredibly thick hair covering the rest of him and sticking through his vest.

Justin earned the nickname ‘Grizzly’ from his coworkers after they saw how hairy he’d gotten, and his body had put on the size to match. Gone was the small but toned body of a wrestler, replaced by a thick, hairy, and sturdy body of a weathered construction worker. He oozed masculinity from not only his stained and dirty work clothes, but from the thick chest hair that he left his shirt open to show off. His entire body was now coated with a dense coat of hair and he liked to make that known, as long as he wasn’t caught against safety regulations at least. He never questioned why he’d changed so much in such a short span, it never even occurred to him, and honestly he liked his new life. He was just one of the guys working on the site now. The hair felt as natural to him as anything else, and the other guys seemed to like it even if they made fun of him once in a while. Occasionally when they went out drinking some of the guys would have too many beers and start rubbing their hands through his thick fur, but he didn’t mind at all. It felt good to be masculine, and to be appreciated for it by other guys. Months continued to pass though no one could really remember how long Justin had been working there at this point, but they were all glad he was there. He was the best construction worker on their team.

#male tf #hairy tf #bear tf #hairy #hairy chest #hairy pits #beard #hairy back #hair growth #my writing

[asumofwords]

The Sublet - Roommate!AU

Warnings: She/her pronouns, slow burn, angst. Tags will be added as the fic goes along.

Pairings: Modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: Living with Helaena Targaryen was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Meeting at university, the two of you became thick as thieves and quickly best friends, moving into a flat together. But what will happen when Helaena has to leave, and her quiet, brooding, brother moves in?

Notes: Hello angels! Sorry for the late update for this one, got lost in the sauce of writing the Til Death Do Us Part oneshot. Haha anyway, here is the new chapter, I hope you enjoy! <3

Chapter 7: Hard truths

It was the tension that was the most unbearable part of it all. The feeling of words that had been left unspoken, apologies not voiced aloud, grievances that were left to fester in the quiet of the apartment after that fateful night. 

When you went to work the next day, your eyes had been puffy from crying, and Jasper had asked you on multiple occasions what was wrong. You had told him it was your allergies, dust in the office irritating your eyes, but you could tell by just the way he had looked at you that he didn’t believe you. 

You felt entirely defeated by it all.

Exhausted by it.

Tiptoeing in your own home, walking on eggshells, hiding in your room, not making a peep to avoid the cold glares of Aemond. And he had done much the same, staying out late, or going straight to his room when he got home. 

And by the time the time the weekend had rolled in, you had had enough of sulking and decided to reply to Cregan’s invitation with a very enthusiastic yes.

Cregan told you that the boys would all be there, even Jacaerys and Lucerys, who were yet to head to the Keep to be with their family, the weekend being a final hurrah before the storm that waited for them back in their old home.

When you woke that morning, excited that the weekend was finally here and that you had something to look forward to in the evening, you decided you were going to do a quick clean of the apartment, chucking on some noise cancelling headphones and making your way to the kitchen. 

You made swift work of it, and before long, you were washing your hair and getting ready for the night. Cregan had texted you excitedly saying the boys were keen to see you, and had asked if you wanted to go to his first.

You threw on an outfit that was short and sleek, hugging your curves perfectly and revealing ample cleavage. Paired with a bit of a smokey eye and your hair in a style you favoured, you looked at yourself in the mirror and smirked. 

You looked hot. 

Really hot. 

When you came out of your room, Aemond was on the couch, watching as you ordered your Uber to take you straight to Cregan’s. You didn’t spare him a single glance, but you knew he was looking at you. You could feel the heat of his gaze roaming over your body. 

Leaving without a goodbye, you hopped straight into your Uber and headed to Cregan’s, greeted by the hulking figure at the door, with loud chattering behind him and music playing. 

“Look at you.” Cregan smirked as you gave him a little spin.

“Look at me.” You winked, jumping into his arms for a massive hug, the large man picking you off the ground with a shift of his back as you squealed, before placing you back down. 

“The boys are keen to see you.”

You smiled, following him down the hall to the lounge room where Cregan’s friends all sat on various couches and chairs.

Two familiar faces came into view, Jacaerys and Lucerys Velaryon.

Both brown haired boys gazes fell on you, wide smiles spreading on their cheeks. Jacaerys jumped up with a cry of your name before rushing towards you, pulling you into a soft hug, followed by his younger brother Lucerys, who had grown a foot since the last time you saw him. Lost were his cherubic cheeks, and in their place, cheekbones that sat high on his face like his mother. 

“It's been so long!” You whined, looking at Luc who now stood taller than you, “Fuck you’ve grown. What are they feeding you on Dragonstone?”

Lucerys blushed, looking away before a smirk pulled at his lips, “Not enough. You haven’t grown a bit.”

“I stopped growing a long time ago, you ass.” You chuckled.

You didn’t get to see Jacaerys and Lucerys often, having met them a few times through Cregan, and the others through Helaena. At one point you had classes with the older brother, and he had always been nothing but kind and respectful towards you.

Despite not seeing them as often as you wished, you still considered them good friends. 

Scanning the rest of the room, you spotted the one and only Kermit Tully, seated beside his brother Elmo Tully. After Daeron's confession to you on the phone the other day, you couldn’t even look at Kermit without having burning questions. You put them in the back of your mind to ask later.

Cerwyn, Cregan’s best friend who was as large and as broad as Stark was, stood by the window smoking a joint, giving you a small wave and a smile from across the room.

“Where are we going first?” You asked, being handed your favourite drink from Cregan as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. 

“We should go to the Red Kraken.” Jace suggested, sitting back down in his seat to sip on his beer.

Cerwyn chuckled, “You keen to see Dalton again?” He asked you, eyebrow raised. 

Dalton Greyjoy, owner of the Red Kraken, was a man a few years older than Cregan. The last time you had went to his venue with the Stark, he had suggested the three of you go back to his when he clocked off. It was brazen and daring, but you couldn’t deny the man was attractive. He had dark hair and dark brown eyes that were almost black.

Dalton stood taller than Cregan, if you could believe it, and was often found at one of the local boxing rings for fun. 

“I mean, I wouldn’t say I didn’t want to see him again.” You cheeked, Jacaerys chuckling on the couch as he explained the situation to a very confused Luc, the younger boys cheeks going a bright red.

“Hey!” Cregan chastised you, pinching your side.

“What? He’s handsome and ruggish. A bit more dark and mysterious than you are.”

“No mystery with that one.” Kermit piped up from his seat, taking a cheeky sip of his drink, eyes watching you over the rim of the can, “If you want to see his cock, just ask.”

“Kermy!” 

“What?”

Cregan burst into laughter beside you and all followed. 

You all finished your drinks and found your way into the city, heading straight for the Red Kraken.

It was a dingy bar, more male populated than not, but it had a fun feel to it.

Grungy and dirty, it had mismatching couches and tables, and a great smoking area out the back. On Fridays they had sport trivia nights which Cregan had once taken you to.

You lost.

You all sat down and drank and laughed, and you felt the tension from the week slough off your back like snow in spring.

It was good to be with friends like them, and you had only wished that the girls were there to join you all. 

The night flew by, and your sides were in stitches from laughing so much. Dalton had come over to speak to you all at one point whilst the bar was slow, and you had felt his gaze lower to your breasts on more than one occasion. When he left, you had whispered into Cregan's ear about taking him up on his offer, which had earnt you a scandalised look.

It wasn't a no though. 

“If you don’t want Dalton, I’d be happy to replace him.” Cerwyn smirked.

Cregan declared that he owed the entire table a round for that comment, and Cerwyn had done as ordered without apology or regret, a teasing 'anything for you, love' flowing from his lips. 

As the night moved on, you all decided to move to the next venue, and it was your good idea to take them all to the bar that Sara had taken you to. All were in favour, and so you made your way down to the silk lanes, Lucerys’ bright brown eyes eyeing the doors of the strip clubs excitedly. 

“Is that it?” Elmo sighed, looking at the busted wall and green door entrance. 

“Don’t judge a book by its cover.”

Jacaerys stepped into the venue immediately, security guard nodding at him as he entered, not bothering to check his ID. Your brows furrowed as you looked up at Cregan, who just shrugged down at you.

As you walked down the stairs to enter the bar you caught up to Jace, who looked like he was at home.

“Have you been here before?” You asked, walking inside, seeing the bar staff nod at him, big grins on their cheeks. 

“Daemon owns the joint with my mum.” Jacaerys told you, and you stilled.

This was Daemon and Rhaenyra’s bar.

“What? I didn’t even know that.” You whispered in a hushed tone, still loud enough to be heard over the music.

“Pretty low key, just another investment. They said they’ll hand it over to me eventually.”

“What the fuck?! Jace, that’s amazing!” You grinned, hugging him aggressively around his neck as you stood at the bar, waiting to be served. 

Cregan moved behind you, hand winding around your waist as he whispered into your ear. 

“Don’t freak out.”

You let go of Jace and turned to look back at him, “What? Wh-“

There, at the end of the bar, sat a familiar head of silver hair.

And his eye was on you.

You snapped your head away, uttering a quick ‘fuck’ beneath your breath.

Lucerys, following your eye line shifted uncomfortably, “Jace, Aemond’s here.” He whispered to his older brother, who turned to face his uncle, giving him a curt smile and nod before looking back to staff in front of him.

“He’s fine. Leave him be.”

It was awkward.

This was supposed to be your new place to get away from him, and now Aemond was here? And what was worse, you were here with people you knew he didn’t get along with. And the glare he directed towards you was apparent. 

Cregan led you to go sit down at a booth at the encouragement of Jace who said the drinks were on him for the rest for the night, though in reality you knew it was more like on his parents, but you didn’t argue. Free drinks are free drinks, and you needed one now more than ever.

“Are you okay?” Cregan spoke lowly, hand holding yours on the table.

You swallowed, “I’m okay. It's just awkward.”

“He still giving you shit?” 

“It's a long story, and one I’ll tell you later.”

Cregan pressed a kiss to the side of your head, your eyes immediately lifting to see Aemond watching you. The other boys came to join you at the booth, Cerwyn sliding in next to you, with Luc and the Tully brothers opposite. Jacaerys made his way over to his uncle, polite smile on his lips.

You watched as Jace and Aemond shared what looked to be a somewhat tense and awkward conversation, though completely civil. Aemond seemed to tolerate his nephew barely just, and Jacaerys had slapped a friendly hand on his uncles shoulder as he made his way back to you, earning the brown haired man a frown from a head of silver.

“I think we should leave.” Luc whispered, shoulders hunched as he curled in on himself.

Jace slid in next to him, “Don’t let him intimidate you.” He put a gentle hand on Luc’s shoulder, similar to how he had with Aemond, and you got the impression that Jacaerys being the eldest, was used to being the mediator, “Let's have a drink, enjoy each others company and have a good night.”

The staff brought over your drinks, sitting them in front of you, and you clinked all your glasses together messily in a toast, feeling Cregan whisper into your ear as you took a sip.

“Relax your shoulders." You did as you were told, not having realised how tense you were, "Don’t let him ruin your night. I’m here, the boys are here, and if at any point you want to leave, we will leave. Okay?”

You nodded.

No way in Hell were you letting him sour your mood again.

You all stayed at the bar, round after round of drinks being dumped on your table without any of you having to get up or order. You were messy and loud, but above all, happy.

You felt Aemond’s gaze on you for almost the entirety of the night, and caught his eye on multiple occasions, tension crackling in the air between you. But after your third cocktail, the heat of the drinks overpowered the heat of his gaze. 

Eventually, Aemond stood from where he sat at the bar, your eyes immediately finding him and watching as he left, walking past your booth as he let his eye stray on Cregan’s hand that was wrapped over your shoulder. He continued on his path, nose held high as he disappeared up the steps. 

Lucerys sighed, obviously having felt some sort of tension the entire time, “What the fuck was that?” 

You groaned, burying your face into your hands.

“Aren’t you living with him?” Kermit asked, and all eyes immediately landed on you.

“What?” Jacaerys’ eyes went wide, “Since when do you live with my uncle? What happened to Helaena?”

“Hel is at the Keep, and Aemond needed a place to stay, so he’s in her room.”

“Gods help you.” Elmo falsely prayed, lifting his drink up in a mock toast. 

Cerwyn and Cregan shared a look over the top of your head, and then with Jacaerys, sharing some sort of unspoken conversation. The only people confused at the table, were you, Luc and the Tully brothers. 

“What?”

Cregan shrugged.

You felt that there was something unsaid, but you opted to leave it, sparking up a conversation with Kermit, asking pointedly about his love life, but not mentioning Daeron. The red headed man narrowed his eyes at you, wide smile pulling on his lips, before he started to go into great detail about someone he had fucked recently, with a full and lengthy description of their cock. 

The two of you the only people at the table knowing who it was. 

The night continued for a while, but you couldn’t help but feel the lingering guilt and upset that Aemond had triggered inside of you. Cregan, sensing the shift in your mood, decided to call it a night, and offered to take you home. 

You said farewell to all the boys, and made them swear to do this more often, giving Lucerys a particularly tight hug, feeling the tension in the youngest boys shoulders.

When you and Cregan got back to the apartment, the lights were off, and the flat was bathed in darkness. You stumbled into the apartment giggling, shushing the tall man behind you who clunked loudly on the floor with each step.

“Shhh!” You hushed him, laughter bubbling up your throat.

“Come on, bunny.” Cregan laughed quietly, steering you straight to the kitchen, filling up a glass of water for you to drink. 

You scrunched your nose at him, knowing you were drunk, but not wanting to sober up yet. 

“Drink it all, Y/n. You need to sober up.”

“You need t-to sober up.” You quipped back, jumping up on the cabinets, your shoes hitting the doors loudly by accident.

“Shhh!” You hushed your own feet, grabbing the water and drinking it slowly, keeping your eyes on Cregan the entire time, who watched you in entertained exacerbation. 

You placed the empty glass of water beside you, which Cregan filled to the top again.

“Cregaaan.” You purred, the Northerner lifting a brow at you, “Can you roll me a cigarette, please.” You pouted at him, trying to give him your best doe eyes.

Cregan shook his head, grabbing your small handbag to pull out your cigarettes, rolling you one neatly as he moved to open the window. You shimmied closer to the ledge, putting the cigarette to your lips as you lit it. 

Blowing a ring of smoke out the window, you offered Cregan a drag, who took the smoke from your hands delicately.

“I can't believe Cerwyn offered to join us.” You guffawed, cheeks heating in both embarrassment and excitement. 

Cregan blew the smoke out the window, handing the cigarette back to you, “I can. Cerwyn thinks you’re cute. Plus he knows all about our little agreement.” You giggled loudly, inhaling the sharp smoke into your lungs, “Why? Are you thinking about saying yes?”

You blushed, crossing your legs tightly, heat settling in your core, “I dunno. Cerwyn is cute.”

“He is.”

Your mouth dropped open, “Cregan Stark. Tell me more right now.”

Cregan took the smoke from your fingers bringing it to his lips as he smirked down at you, “I mean, I haven’t not thought about it. He's my best mate and I live with him. I've heard what goes on behind his closed doors. Besides, you beneath both of us, begging, sq-“

“Can you two be fucking quiet?”

Both of your heads snapped to a disgruntled Aemond Targaryen, who stood in the lounge room, hands by his sides in fists. He was in those grey sweatpants again, hanging low on his hips with no shirt on, hair on his head tangled and messed. 

“I’m s-“ You began.

“-It’s three in the fucking morning. Have some respect.”

You stiffened, feeling anger begin to bloom in your chest, you opened your mouth to argue, to snap back at him, but Cregan stepped in front of you, blocking you from the other mans view.

“No problem, man. We'll be quieter.” Cregan’s voice was deep, stern, clipped, and left no room for argument. Though it was polite, it was rough, like the cold in the North, biting and sharp. A true Northerner through and through.

Cregan was silently hitting back without even doing it.

Aemond’s lips pursed into a hard line, turning on his heel to stomp back to his room, the door slamming shut behind him. 

Cregan spun around to look at you, eyebrows lifted as he whistled lowly, pulling the smoke up to his lips to take a long drag.

“What the fuck?” You hissed quietly, “What is his problem?”

Cregan sighed, “It is 3am, bunny. I’m sure he just wants to sleep. It would have been a weird night for him.”

You frowned, annoyed that Cregan was acting so cool about Aemond’s outburst, “Why aren’t you angry?” You snatched the smoke from him, taking a final drag before you put it out on the brickwork outside.

"I'm not not angry."

You huffed in annoyance.

Cregan stepped forward, unhooking your legs to stand between them as his large hands skated up the outside of your thighs. He bent his head to look at you, your eyes refusing to meet his.

“Y/n." Cregan coaxed you softly. 

You slowly turned your head to look at him, staring into his icy grey eyes.

“Do you like him?”

“What? No!” Immediately feeling defensive.

Cregan hushed you, shaking his head kindly, “It’s okay if you do. You’re not in trouble.”

You blanched, not sure of how to speak, words getting caught in the back of your throat.

Cregan stroked your cheek softly, soft smile on his lips, “Hey, this is casual, remember? Regardless of if we fuck or not, you’re still my friend, and I care about you and want you to be happy.”

Your heart pulled painfully, lips dropping down into a frown. 

Cregan’s chest rumbled with a quiet laugh, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“You’re so sweet, Creg. What the fuck.” 

Both hands rubbed warmly up and down your thighs in comfort, “You’re fluffing me up now.”

You shook your head, “I don’t understand. Why don’t I like you instead?”

Cregan gave you a sad smile and kissed the tip of your nose, “I used to ask myself the same question. But now I see it. We just don’t gel like that." He shrugged, and your chest pulled, "And honestly? I'm glad, because at the end of the day, no matter what happens between us, I know I'll still be able to call you mine in some way or another. Whether that be as my friend or my lover.”

You felt tears begin to build in your eyes, the betrayal of the prickling in the corners, causing your stomach turn, “I don’t get it. Why do I feel this way? He’s been nothing but horrible to me.”

“You’ve fucked him haven’t you?”

“No.” You said quietly.

His eyes roamed your face, knowing you far too well, “You've done something else.” Cregan guessed, watching the way your face fell further.

His back suddenly straightened, “Did he hurt you?”

“No! No, Gods no. Nothing like that.”

The Stark relaxed slightly, but you could still tell he was on guard. 

“Does Helaena know?”

You looked away, fingers pulling at the threads of material on your thigh, “No. I’m scared. She’s my best friend, Cregan, and I feel like I’ve totally broken her trust and gone behind her back. She has so much going on right now, I just don’t know how I’m even supposed to broach that conversation. Like what do I do? ‘Hey Hel, your brother ate my pussy like a starved man and then immediately treated me like shit after.’”

“What did he do?” 

You shook your head, “It doesn’t matter. He’s been nothing but a dick to me. It's not going to happen again.” You looked down into your lap, wringing your hands together as the feeling of being used washed over you again.

“If I know you, and I think I do, I can tell that it will happen again just by looking at you both.” 

You scoffed, looking up at him in irritation.

“No, listen. There's clearly something going on between you two. Anyone with two eyes could see that. Maybe that's why he's not.”

“There's nothing-“

“-Cerwyn picked up on it immediately. Even Jace could see it.”

Oh.

Cregan's thumbs smoothed the skin of your thighs, the warmth of his body soaking into yours, “So what happened? Start from the beginning.”

And so you did, you started from the beginning, telling Cregan about the day he moved in, to your first kiss in the kitchen, all the way to the other night and how he had left you and was horrible right after a scene.

You watched as Cregan’s brows had become drawn at certain points in justifiable anger, the man always having been very protective over you, and at other times he gave you a scathing look, telling you that you had gone too far as well.

“So yeah, we haven’t spoken since, and I don’t think I want to. I just can’t see how he can be so cold to me when I've been nothing but kind to him.”

Cregan leant against the window, rolling the both of you another cigarette, trapping the smoke in his lips as he bent down to take off your shoes off as you began to swing your legs in agitation.

“He's a douchebag for sure," Cregan agreed, standing to his full height again, "And I really don’t see what you see in him.”

“See?? I think it's all hormonal or something. I don’t know. Ugh. But when he is nice, he is so lovely. And when he smiles it's this-”

You stopped yourself.

Oh gods.

You were deeper than you thought.

Why did you have a crush on this man???

Cregan smirked at you and you swatted him roughly, taking the smoke from between his lips to light it, taking a long and hard drag, feeling the smoke swirl down your throat thickly.

“I don’t know much about the man,” Cregan began, “But from what Jace and Luc have told me, I know he’s been through a lot. He didn’t get an easy run as a kid-“

“-It's not an excuse to be a dick.”

“-No its not an excuse, but it is an explanation. I know his dad wasn’t really there, and his mum was real tough on him. It didn’t help that everyone sided with Luc after the accident.“

“The accident? What do you mean?”

Cregan took a steady breath, taking the cigarette from you to take a sharp inhale, speaking as he exhaled, “Luc took his eye.”

“What?!” Your heart fell.

Cregan held up his hands, “No, not like that. It was an accident. Lucerys has never forgiven himself for it, hangs over the poor kids head like a storm. Aemond was ten, and Luc would have only been like five or six? They were both kids, and they were play fighting with wooden swords, some knights and dragon game they used to all play, but Lucerys had swung too high and too fast for Aemond to block it.”

Your stomach turned, and a chill ran through you, “Oh my gods.”

Cregan looked down sadly, shifting on his feet, “Yeah, its rough. Fucking horrible what happened, and then Alicent wanted to sue Lucerys for grievous bodily harm.”

“What the fuck? But he was just a kid? They were both kids! It was an accident!”

“I know right? Alicent started a fight right in front of Aemond at the hospital with Rhaenyra, got physical, everyone started screaming at each other when they all should have been comforting the poor kid who lost his damn eye. The family has been a mess ever since.”

It all made sense now. 

The tension. 

The disdain. 

The law firm.

All of it.

Cregan handed you the smoke and also held the second glass of water to you, waiting for you to drink half of it, “I’m not telling you this to excuse his behaviour or make you pity him. I'm just trying to give you some perspective as to why he is the way he is. He’s had it rough, and from the sound of it, he doesn’t know how to open up or feel safe. The people that were supposed to protect him failed him, and I think that it really did change the way he is.”

You felt guilt. 

Guilt for not knowing. Guilt for now knowing. Guilt for not being more understanding. But at the same time, you were not really at fault. 

How were you to know?

“Fuck. I feel terrible.” You sighed.

“Don’t be. He was an ass to you. No excuses there.”

“I guess. I did rub his ex in his face.”

Cregan sucked in a hiss, “Poor form.” 

You buried your face in your hands, “I know. But he just left me, straight after giving me one of the best orgasms of my life. It was horrible, Creg.”

“Best orgasm?” Cregan joked, and you sighed.

“Shut up. It was horrible. I've never felt so used before. It reminded me so much of Jason, I think it really triggered me. I cried myself to sleep after.”

Cregan stepped back between your legs, pulling you into a tight bear hug, in away that he always did, tucking your head beneath his chin and cradling you to his chest. You instantly felt safe, reassured, and loved.

And it was always how you felt around him.

“You’ll get through this, bunn.”

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[wood-white-writer]

“Didn’t mean to make your heart Blue” || [4.5/...]

- OPLA! Buggy x F!Reader

Pairing: Buggy the Clown (Live action) x F!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Summary: In which Buggy discovers that he’s in over his head while making a deal with Arlong the Saw.

Warnings: LA! One Piece, Canon typical violence, slight canon divergence, Arlong is his own warning

A/N: Unfortunately, part 6 of "DMTMYHB" is a little delayed and won't be out until at least next week. However, I began working on this initially out of boredom, so at least you can read about Buggy's POV after the events of chapter 4 and before the events of chapter 5.

Life sure is a shitshow sometimes, Buggy thinks to himself while spitting out a few grains of sand. For fish people, there’s a certain irony with pulling over a bag propped with sand over his head.

Then again, it could’ve been considerably worse.

They could have decided to water board him, or maybe take a decent chunk off his nose. It’s not too outlandish to assume that these kinds of people prefer the taste of human flesh, and although he considers himself fairly experimental man on occasion, that one is not on his kink list.

He might be big-headed sometimes, he’s man enough to admit as much, but even Buggy knows better than to underestimate the fish people. He’s had his fair share of encounters with them before, and needless to say, mixing a Devil Fruit eater with people who primarily live and breathe in the sea is a bad combination.

A very, very bad combination, especially if you throw Arlong the Saw into the mixture. Buggy’s not a recluse; he’s heard of his reputation as the self-proclaimed ruler of the East Blue. Ask just about anyone who he is, and they’ll whisper his name while pissing their pants like school children.

A misanthrope with a less than discreet disdain for all things human, and a face only a mother could hope to love, the guy does not fuck around with what he considers his, which approximately covers all of the East Blue. And the people in it are merely collateral.

If anything’s a testament, it’s his bounty. Twenty million berries for his head, doesn’t matter if it’s attached to his body or not. The highest bounty on this piece of the ocean.

Well, second highest. The top spot belongs to you, but that’s a thought Buggy has tried desperately to bury in the sand for the past few days. He doesn’t need to think about you, least of all now.

He has bigger fish to deal with, and it blows.

It’s his fucking luck that this is happening specifically to him.

No, it wasn’t enough that he got his ass handed to him by a bunch of scrawny nobodies.

It didn’t suffice that he had to watch you turn your back to him twice in a lifetime.

He’s managed to evade the saw-nosed fucker’s eye up until this point, and so, of course Fate would deal him this final one.

Just as the cherry on top of the shitty sundae that is his life.

So, to conceal or own terrified state when faced with the darkened stage room, Buggy decides to do what Buggy does best:

Fake it ‘til he makes it.

And he sure as fuck hope he does.

“Is this the best way to ask for an autograph?” His echo bounces like a ball through the darkened room. “I mean sheesh! Fans have gotten so toxic!”

The eerie silence is his only companion now, and he finds that he can’t stand it. Not even the two fishy folks standing guard at his side offers him more than rolled eyes. Rude.

This place — his stage — which once served as his sanctuary, might soon become his tomb. If Arlong lives up to his rep, he’ll ask the clown to dig his own hole before chomping on his jugular.

Curtains for him and all fucking that.

“Alright, what do you want?! Tickets to the show? I can get you house seats, they’re pricey!”

A loud thud emerges from the shadows behind him, and a cold breeze brushes against the the exposed skin on his face.

“Oh, I am no fan of yours.”

He knows a beast when he hears one, even better when he sees them. He spent the good portion of his youth alongside one, and witnessed first-hand just how they could be. Beasts are strong, and brutal, and precise. They can tear you apart if they deem it necessary because it’s in their nature, but that’s all it is. Nature.

However, Buggy’s also come to discover that beasts have also the capacity for kindness and love. A beast is someone he can fall in love with.

This thing that emerges from the dark at his side, on the other hand, is no mere beast.

Hell, he can’t even qualify it as such. This creature at his side, one he doesn’t dare to face at first until he notices it’s gradual approach, is a monster.

Ain’t no way in the blue hell he’ll ever consider tapping that the way he would with a beast.

“I run things here in the East Blue,” the fish-man speaks, voice grating Buggy ears as he circles the clown. “I’m here to remind of you of your place in the food chain. You pull a job in my seas, you gotta pay tribute.”

Despite the fact that he’s nervous as shit, there’s a certain taunt crystallising in Buggy’s brain that he’s subconsciously urged to free against his better judgement.

Arlong’s place is second in this so-called food chain. Yours is the first, and if it wasn’t for the fact that voicing this would guarantee his premature death, Buggy would’ve reminded the fishy shithead of this.

Despite whatever grievances you two share, Buggy knows that he won’t mind not being at the top as long as it means it’s not under Shark-boy’s hierarchy.

The East Blue is, per Arlong’s definition, yours, whether you know it or not, and he’d much rather comply with that.

But Buggy keeps his act going. “But Arlong, baby, you don’t gotta worry about me. I’m small potatoes. Pirating’s more of a side gig.”

As much as he tries, and he does try, Buggy knows his words can’t keep the shark’s teeth at bay for much longer. Arlong is not a patient type, and it just about snaps when he reaches for his throat and prepares to chomp.

Buggy doesn’t intend to die now. He can’t. He’s got unfinished business to attend to.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!”

Maybe fate is actually on his side for fucking once, because the fish man actually does wait.

He has a shot.

“You know who’s out there really disrespecting you? It’s that little Rubber-Prick in the straw hat, goes by the name of Luffy.”

It doesn’t work, because it seems Arlong is more of a recluse than him. Has never heard the boys name. So, he tries a different approach before the teeth settle in again.

“He— He’s not alone.” Fuck, he’s losing air, and he kinda needs that to get the primary point into Arlong's thick, scaly head. A point that he’ll be sure to catch the asshole’s attention. “Cross-Hairs is with him!”

Arlong halts, and his lips don a sneer.

Another thing Buggy has discovered in all of this is that Arlong is an inherently proud guy, and believes himself superior to others not only because of his fishy nature, but due to the fact that he has among the largest bounties on this piece of the map.

Yours is the only obstacle keeping him from completely claiming that title.

“The Captain of the Cross-Haired Pirates has been absent for the past decade.” Arlong lets up on the pressure around his neck, enough to let Buggy grasp a few fistfuls of air, but his feet still dangle above the ground.

“Y-Yeah—,” Buggy heaves. “But her— b-bounty hasn’t changed, has it? And the kid, he just knocked over a marine’s base in Shells Town, then he stole a map of the Grand Line and now he’s talking shit about finding the One Piece.”

This seems to be enough reason for Arlong to finally drop him, and Buggy struggles to retrieve all the air he’s lost.

“The One Piece, an excuse for humans to spread their filth across the seas.” Arlong is less than impressed, but what he says next opens a door. “Why should I concern myself with the ambitions of a mere human boy?”

“Because that map is useful,” Buggy regains some semblance of balance on his knees. “The kid is not, but I have unfinished business with him. What’s more, if Cross-Hairs is with him, then that’s your chance to get the highest bounty in all of the East Blue. Think about it! You’ll be at the top of the list if she’s out of the way.”

Arlong doesn’t like the implication laced in Buggy’s words, the possibility that he’s in any way lesser than a human. “I am already at the top of the list, clown. The Cross-Haired Pirates are disbanded, and humans tend to age so quickly compared to fish men. I’m sure she’s grown old and weary in the last couple of years, hardly worth my time.”

Buggy wants to smile. Smile as he thinks about just how fucking wrong this guy can be. The years have not drained you, nor weakened you, nor made you any less hot if he does say so himself.

Oh, if anyone can wipe the floor with Arlong, it’s you. That’s why he’s not afraid of revealing your current whereabouts, because he already knows fishy over there will get his ass whopped big time.

“How about this: you let me live, and I’ll help you find Luffy and Cross-Hairs. Two birds with one stone, so to speak.”

Two birds, one stone, and one fish filet, to be more specific.

Arlong grabs him by the neck. “And how do you plan to do that?”

“I've got eyes and ears everywhere.”

The fish takes the bait, and Buggy can't help but laugh.

Laugh, not because Arlong agrees to his plan, but because the guy is going to be struck by lightning so fucking hard that in the end, there'll be nothing left of him save for that ugly-ass tool he calls a nose.

The moron has deliberately put himself up for slaughter, and personally, Buggy can’t wait to watch the show unfold.

The stage is yours.

He’ll watch from the front rows and give you an upstanding applause once the curtains falls.

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[justagalwhowrites]

Homecoming - DBF!Joel x Female Reader

It's been years since you moved away from home but you never stopped wishing your dad's best friend Joel Miller saw you as something more. Request from @reds-ramblings!

Pairing: DBF!Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: No Outbreak AU, legal age gap (Joel is 40 you are 26), SMUTTTTTTT oral (f receiving), p in v sex, one shot. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only!

Length: 4.4k (sorry guys, I got carried away)

You sighed, looking up at the ceiling of your childhood bedroom. It was still that popcorn shit. Your mom had redone most of the house since you’d moved out but your room was still intact. Still had the movie posters, the caricatures of you with your best friends from trips to Six Flags in the summer, the mountain of stuffed animals that were covered in a fine layer of dust in a hammock that hung from the ceiling. 

It was a little like being in a museum, relics of who you’d been a decade ago when you’d first moved into this house in the Austin suburbs with your parents. You hadn’t known how to drive yet when you moved in here. You were a different person now. A different person who lived in Chicago and had a job you loved and still came running home to your childhood bedroom when shit got hard. 

You sighed, bouncing a tennis ball off the popcorn ceiling. 

“Fuck it,” you muttered, getting up and rifling through your suitcase. 

Your parents weren’t home. They wouldn’t be for a few more days - too busy lying on a beach in Maui - so you had the place to yourself. At least there was the pool. 

You found the sluttiest bikini you had since you’d be too embarrassed to wear it around your parents anyway but dammit you’d bought the stupid thing so you were going to wear it. You slid into it, admiring yourself in the mirror for a second. This would have looked way better on a beach in the Caribbean. This was a swim suit meant to make a man fuck you in the ocean. It was not a swim suit meant to be worn in your parents’ pool. But you needed something to feel good about. 

You put your earbuds in and pulled up your favorite playlist, dancing a little as you put on the gauzy white coverup, straw hat and flip flops before heading downstairs. 

It was almost like the shuffle mode on your playlist was reading your mind. Lizzo came on just as you made it to the kitchen and you turned it up as loud as you couldn’t without fully deafening yourself. 

“Why men great ’til they gotta be great?” You more yelled it than sang it, grabbing the tortilla chips and salsa you’d picked up on your way to the house the day before. You went into the freezer next, grabbing the frozen margarita pouch. 

“You coulda had a bad bitch, noncommittal,” you nudged the drawer closed with your leg. “Help you…HOLY SHIT.” 

You almost leapt out of your skin, dropping the plastic container of salsa and the bag of margarita to the tile floor. You clutched your heart that felt like it was threatening to burst out of your chest with one hand and tore your earbuds out with the other. 

Joel Miller was leaning against the counter, watching you and smiling, arms crossed over his chest. 

“Jesus Christ, Joel!” You panted, dropping the earbuds to the counter before leaning against it to keep from falling over. “What the fuck, man?” 

“Don’t stop on my account,” he smiled a little wider. “You were puttin’ on a great show…” 

“Ha ha,” you glared at him. 

“No, really, stadium quality performance there, Princess,” he said. “I’d buy tickets…” 

You rolled your eyes before bending over and picking up the mercifully still intact containers of salsa and frozen margarita, trying to not think about the fact that you were in the sluttiest bikini you’d ever owned in front of Joel fucking Miller. Joel Miller, your dad’s best friend. Joel Miller, guy who lived across the street. Joel Miller, man you’d basically been in love with since you were 16 years old. 

How was it that he’d gotten better looking? There should be limits on this shit, men who were as gorgeous as Joel Miller shouldn’t be allowed to get hotter as they aged. His graying hair made him look experienced, wiser somehow. The wrinkles around his eyes made his already gorgeous chocolate brown gaze look softer and sweeter. It was a dangerous combination. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, heart rate returning to normal. Or, normal for when Joel was in your immediate vicinity, anyway. 

“Your dad told me I could borrow a ladder,” he shrugged. “Said it was in the shed out back. Told me to let myself in. DIdn’t mention you’d be here. Promise I wasn’t trying to scare you.” 

“What kind of contractor doesn’t have a ladder?” You frowned. “Sounds like you’re falling down on the job, Miller.” 

“I don’t have it at my house because I left it on a job, Princess,” he stepped closer, smile shifting to more of a cocky smirk. “But needed one at home and didn’t really feel like drivin’ clear across Austin to pick it up. 

“But that’s beside the point, what are you doing here?” He asked. “Ain’t you some big time city girl now?” 

You rolled your eyes. 

“Just decided to come home for a visit,” you replied. 

“While your parents are on vacation,” he said, skeptical. You narrowed your eyes at him. “C’mon, what’s goin’ on.” 

You sighed and groaned a little. 

“I was supposed to be in The Bahamas this week,” you said. “Booked it a few months back.” 

“So why aren’t you in The Bahamas this week?” He asked after you were silent for a minute. You rapped your fingers on the counter, nails clacking on the granite. 

“I got dumped, alright?” You groaned. “It was supposed to be a trip with my now ex for our one year anniversary but we broke up a month ago and now he’s in The Bahamas with Laurel from accounting.” 

“Shit,” Joel’s face fell a little. “I’m sorry that…” 

“It’s fine,” you sighed. “I wasn’t really that into him, honestly. I was surprised we lasted as long as we did. But I wasn’t about to sit in Chicago in April when I’d already bought enough bikinis to last a week on the beach. And hey at least there’s a fucking pool and it’s above freezing here.” 

When you mentioned the bikinis, his eyes finally left your face, quickly trailing up and down your body before looking back at your face. 

“He’s a fuckin’ idiot, Princess,” he said. “Promise there are better ones out there than that and lord knows you deserve better.” 

“Thanks,” you smiled a little. “Anyway, you’re here for a ladder, not to keep me company.” 

“Depends,” he nodded at the margarita pouch. “Got another one of those?” 

You scoffed. 

“C’mon,” you went into the freezer and grabbed another pouch. “The hell do you take me for?” 

You poured the drinks into the plastic margarita glasses your mom had bought for a party when you were a teenager and handed one to Joel before you both went outside. Joel sat on a lounge chair but you set your glass down on the edge of the pool, stepped out of your flip flops and draped your coverup on a chair next to him. 

“You’re getting in?” He asked. “Thought that was more of a… layin’ around swim suit thing you girls like to wear.” 

“Didn’t fly across the country to not get the suit wet,” you glanced over your shoulder at him. His eyes immediately rose from your ass to your face as you did. “You’re welcome to join me.” 

You jumped in the water, sinking down to the bottom, water so cold that it made your nipples harden and press against the thin fabric of the suit. You swam back to the surface and to the edge of the pool, grabbing your margarita. Joel was watching you. 

“You coming in or not?” You teased. 

“Don’t think I feel like goin’ and getting changed,” he said. 

“Never said you had to,” you said, taking a sip of your drink. “Come on. You saw me dancing around my parents kitchen and heard my sob story. I think I can see you in your underwear.” 

He looked away from you for a moment, a twitch in his jaw, before he shook his head for a moment. 

“Alright, Princess,” he stood up and pulled off his shirt in one fluid movement. You were trying not to stare. It’s not like you’d never seen him without a shirt before. He’d been swimming at your house with your parents before. He took his shirt off when mowing the lawn and you’d peer through your window and watch him when you were a teenager. But this was the first time he’d taken his shirt off because you wanted him to and that fact almost made his biceps seem more sculpted, his chest more beautiful. His hands went to his jeans as he stepped out of his boots. He unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, starting to pull the denim down. “Your wish, my command.” 

“That is how I like it,” you took another drink. 

He stripped out of his jeans and down to his black boxer briefs. You resisted the urge to lick your lips at the sight of him, just a thin layer of fabric covering his thick, long cock. 

You shook yourself mentally. Yes, you’d had a crush on Joel for 10 years. Yes, you wanted him to fuck you six ways from Sunday. Yes, it looked like his cock would be far and away the largest you’d ever had. But he was your dad’s best friend and 14 years older than you. His daughter was closer to your age than he was. Nothing was going to happen. 

He jumped in the water, purposely landing close enough to you to splash you with it and you laughed, wiping the chlorinated water from your eyes. 

“Fuck that’s cold,” he said when he came up. “Feelin’ like you got me in here under false pretenses…” 

You swam for a bit, catching up on life, drinking your margaritas. Joel told you about Sarah, how she was doing at A&M and about one client he’d been stuck with who kept changing shit half way through the project. 

“Swear to God the next time this woman changes her tile, I’m driving off a fuckin’ bridge,” he said. 

You told him about your life in Chicago. The promotion you’d just gotten at work, the fact that you’d become enough of a regular at the bar down the street from your apartment that the bartenders knew you now. 

You’d been in the water long enough that your drinks were long empty and your fingertips were starting to prune, leaning against the edge of the pool with your arms propped on the ledge, close enough that your elbows touched. 

Joel’s eyes ran over you, from your hairline to your face to your throat to your chest. Your nipples were still peaked against your suit and your wet hair clung to your neck. 

“What?” You asked, smiling a little. 

“Any plans later?” He asked. “Can’t have you sittin’ at home all by your lonesome when you were supposed to be havin’ a good time this week.” 

“Offering to show me a good time?” You teased. 

“Don’t tell your dad that,” he teased back. “But I’m going out with some of Tommy’s friends later. Think you’d have fun if you wanted to come along. Just some drinking, music, dancing. Usual shit. Assuming you don’t have plans with any old friends from school or somethin’.” 

“Ah yes, my vibrant social life in high school,” you said, smirking a little. 

You’d been a wallflower before you went to college. You hadn’t fit in well with your classmates, you hadn’t really grown into your body yet - all awkward limbs and unruly hair. College had been your chance to reinvent yourself and you’d leaned into it. You still remembered the first time you came home on break from school your freshman year. 

You and your roommate, Carolyn, had become fast friends and she was easily the most fashionable person you’d ever met. She’d helped you come into your own in your first semester away and you’d basically replaced every item of clothing in your closet with finds from every thrift store within a 20 mile radius of Northwestern. You’d changed your hair, figured out that blue eyeshadow was NOT your thing and just started feeling more confident. 

That Christmas break, you had just grabbed a package off the porch for your mom and were carrying it around to the garage to stash where your dad wouldn’t find it when Joel stopped you. 

“Hey,” he said, sounding a bit defensive as he jogged over to you. “That yours?” 

You stopped, frowning, before turning to face him. His eyes went wide. 

“I mean, it’s my mom’s…” 

“Shit, I’m sorry Princess,” he said, looking you up and down. “Didn’t even recognize you! Must be liking Chicago…” 

You definitely liked your new sense of style even more after that. 

“I’d be down to go out,” you said. “Better than playing catch against my ceiling all night.”

“Pick you up in two hours?” He said. “We’ll hit the town.” 

Once Joel left with the ladder, you focused on calming yourself down while getting ready to go. 

Yes, it was Joel. Yes, he might have checked you out a bit in the pool. Yes, you’d do more than you were really comfortable admitting to get him into bed. But he was still Joel, your neighbor and your dad’s best friend. That made him pretty much off limits. 

Right? 

You’d brought a few of the dresses you’d bought for The Bahamas and you slipped into the one that hugged your curves in just the right way. Just in case. 

“Shit, Princess,” Joel said when you answered the door. “Think you might be a bit overdressed for this crowd.” 

“I can change,” you frowned. 

“No!” He said quickly. Then cleared his throat. “No, don’t… Don’t worry about it.”

Joel drove you to a bar with live music and a table full of people he seemed to know about half of. Tommy, his brother, clapped him on the back and whispered something in his ear that made Joel glare at him. 

He’d been right, though, it was fun. You stuck close to Joel at first, bodies near enough that your arm would brush his chest if you picked up your beer. But then one of Tommy’s friends asked you to dance and pulled you onto the dance floor. His name was Jim and you were pretty sure he was closer to Joel’s age than Tommy’s. His hands slid down your body, pulling your hips against his as you moved with him. Joel’s eyes were on you the whole time. 

You only danced with Jim for a song and a half before Joel appeared over his shoulder. 

“Mind if I cut in?” He asked, giving Jim a look that made it seem like he didn’t have a lot of other options. Jim stepped back just as the music started to shift to something a bit slower. Joel took one of your hands in his and slipped the other around to your back, his fingers splayed wide against you, pulling you against him. 

“DIdn’t take you for the dancing type,” you smiled a little as you started to sway. 

“M’not,” he said. “Not usually, anyway.” 

“Really?” You teased. “So I’m a special case, hm?” 

“Somethin’ like that,” he said. “Can’t let my best friend’s little girl go runnin’ around with some old man.” 

“But what if I like old men?” You asked. 

“Should pick a better one than Jim then,” he replied. 

“Never said I liked Jim,” you said. “Not my type.” 

“What is your type?” He asked, his eyes drifting over your face to your neck to your breasts. 

You swallowed, hard. 

“Contractors.”

He ground his teeth for a moment before stepping back from you and leaving the bar. 

“Shit,” you muttered, trailing behind him to the parking lot. 

“Joel!” You called out to him. “Wait!” 

He stopped and turned to face you. 

“You don’t know what you’re sayin’ in there,” he said. “So just give me some space, OK?” 

“I know perfectly well what I was saying,” you said. 

“No,” he shook his head. “You don’t. You shouldn’t go around sayin’ shit like that…” 

“Oh, so you wanted me to lie then?” You asked.

“Princess,” there was a warning in his voice. “You don’t want to go here.” 

“Yes, I do,” you said. “It’s not like I’m some little kid, Joel, I’m 26 years old…” 

“That’s too damn young,” he snapped. 

“It’s not like I don’t know what I want,” you replied. 

“You’re my best friend’s daughter,” he said. 

“So?” 

“Get in the truck,” he growled. You frowned. “Want to talk about this like adults? Get in the damn truck.” 

You hesitated for a moment before you obeyed. 

“You don’t know what you’re sayin’,” he said again after he’d been driving for a few minutes. 

“Do you really think I’m that stupid?” You asked, offended now. “That I just say shit I don’t mean with no understanding of the consequences?” 

“No, I think you’re young,” he snapped. “Too young to be even joking about getting involved with someone closer to your dad’s age than yours.” 

“Wasn’t joking,” you said defiantly. He glanced over at you before looking back to the road. 

“Princess,” he said, the warning tone back in his voice. 

“Joel.” 

He glared at you. 

“We’re not doin’ anything,” he said. His grip tightened on the steering wheel. 

You stared out the window, the ache between your thighs warring with the hurt in your chest. 

He dropped you at your door and you practically jumped out of the truck, not saying a word. He sighed and followed you, catching you as you were trying to unlock the door without crying.  It was hard not feeling stung by it. Yes, he was your dad’s best friend. Yes, he probably had better options. Yes, there were plenty of reasons why you shouldn’t fuck or anything more. But this rejection hurt somehow more than your ex dumping you for fucking Laurel in accounting. 

“Princess,” he said quietly. 

“Look it’s fine if you’re not interested,” you said, sniffing a little. “But don’t act like you’re doing it for my benefit. It’s shitty.” 

“Not…” he touched your shoulder, making you turn around. “You really think I’m not fuckin’ interested?” 

You shrugged. 

“How the fuck would I not be interested?” He asked. “Jesus Christ, spent half the goddamn afternoon thinkin’ about baseball stats so I wouldn’t get a hard on in your fuckin’ pool. All I am is interested.” 

“Interested in what?” 

“Interested in fucking you until you can’t see straight,” he said. “Interested in makin’ you cum so much the only thing you remember is my goddamn name. Interested in eating your pussy til I drown in ya. Interested in your dad punching me in the fuckin’ face over you because I’m too old for you but I don’t give a shit, bein’ with you is worth it. I’m interested.” 

He stepped closer to you, your back against the door. 

“You should come inside then,” you breathed. 

He kissed you then, pressing his body against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You could feel him through his jeans, thicker and longer than what you saw in the pool before. You fumbled with the door until it opened, both of you spilling into your parents’ entryway. 

You didn’t make it past the living room. 

Joel slid the straps of your dress down your arms and you pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor. You backed up until you were against the arm of the couch, his hands ranging over your skin. He pushed the dress lower until it was over your hips and it fell to the floor. You were just in your panties and your shoes when he nudged you down onto the arm of the couch. 

He kissed down your body, over the swell of your breasts and down your stomach until he reached the top of your panties. He guided your hips off the arm of the couch for a moment and slid your underwear down and cast them aside before kneeling in front of you and spreading your legs. 

“Fucking hell you’ve got a pretty pussy,” he reached out and ran his thumb over your slit, pressing down a little when he reached your clit, making your back arch as you moaned. “Can’t wait to taste you, Princess.” 

He ran his tongue over you, delicately pressing the tip into your folds. One of his hands slid up your body to your chest, gently pushing you back until you were lying on the couch as his mouth worked your slit. 

“Fuckin’ perfect view,” he said before thrusting his tongue into you. You groaned, rocking your hips against his face, his nose pressing into your clit as you did. You could see his eyes devouring the rest of you the way his mouth was devouring your pussy, like there was no part of him that could get enough of you. 

His fingers dug into your thighs, spreading you open wider so his tongue could get deeper, your core tightening around him. Just as you were getting close, he slid his tongue from you, making you whimper as he kissed up your slit to your clit. He took the delicate nub into his mouth, licking and sucking as he thrust two fingers into your dripping pussy, making you gasp and your hips stutter. 

“Good girl,” he pulled his mouth away from you just enough to praise you. His fingers pressed deep, hooking into you and finding the spot inside you that made you gasp. “Want you to cum for me baby, don’t be shy now.” 

He went back to sucking, his tongue unrelenting, his eyes drinking you in. Your hand flew to the cushions of the couch and you gasped as you came, moaning his name. 

His mouth stayed on you until your body stopped pulsing, his fingers gently working you through your orgasm. He almost reluctantly pulled himself from you and licked his lips as he stood, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, stripping off the last of his clothes as you came down from your orgasm. He reached out and took your hand, pulling you back upright on the arm of the couch. 

Joel kissed you again and you could taste yourself on his tongue. He guided your legs around his waist and slid his hands below your thighs, picking you up and making you gasp. 

He didn’t take you far, only to the couch. He sat down, making you kneel on his lap as he reached between your legs and started stroking himself, close enough to you that his knuckles brushed your overwrought slit as he did. You looked down between you, the first chance you really had to see his cock. 

Your eyes went a little wide at the sight of it. He was so thick and long with a slight curve, you were almost afraid he wouldn’t fit. 

“Take it at your own pace, Baby,” he said, all but reading your mind. “M’not in a rush.” 

He adjusted his cock a bit, making it so the edge of him rubbed your clit as he worked himself. The contact made you needy, a sharp ache growing in you, a feeling deep inside that you knew you couldn’t reach but he could. 

You rose up on your knees, your hands on his shoulders, and he rubbed his thick head against your slit, your wetness spilling over him as he worked it lower down his shaft, coating himself in you. 

“So fucking wet for me,” he groaned, lining his head up with your entrance. 

“All for you,” you breathed, lowering yourself onto him. 

You moaned at the intrusion as you pressed him into you, a spark of pain with the pleasure as he stretched you. 

“Fuck Baby,” he groaned, his hands going to your hips, guiding you down over him as you sank lower onto him. “Fuck, so tight, so goddamn…” 

You couldn’t help but smile a little, watching him start to lose himself in your body, his head falling back, eyes closing, fingertips sinking into your flesh. Your body opened for him, his cock parting your inner walls and stretching you. You groaned when you finally took all of him, his head pressed flush against your back wall as his hips ground against your own. 

“Good girl,” he gasped it out, his hands traveling up from your hips to your waist. “Knew you could take it all…” 

You started working over him, rising and falling on his cock, working your hips down against your own. His hands slipped up your back as he looked up at you, kissing your neck, your chest, trailing his tongue along the swell of your breasts. 

Joel pressed you close to him before he thrust deep into you and shifted, laying you down below him on the couch and sinking somehow deeper into you, making you moan. 

He started fucking into you harder and faster then, angling your hips so your clit was pressed against him with every stroke. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you groaned, pressing yourself against him, wanting to feel him everywhere you could. “Harder… need more…” 

He groaned. 

“Fucking perfect,” he buried his face in your neck as he started working you harder, faster. “You’re goddamn perfect…” 

It wasn’t long before you were cumming around him, your pussy gripping him so tight it almost hurt to hold him that way. He fucked you through your orgasm, his breathing faster, his kiss sloppy. 

The second your walls stopped fluttering around him, he pulled out of you. He sat back and fisted his cock. 

“Where?” He said quickly. 

“My clit,” you panted. 

“Fucking hell,” he moaned, jerking his cock just twice before pressing the tip against your swollen nub and spilling his warmth over you, making your ultra sensitive pussy shudder again. He collapsed on top of you, his face buried in your neck as you both caught your breath. 

“Please say you’ll visit more,” he said, not moving from on top of you. 

“Think I’ll be visiting a lot more.” 

A/N: So this was my first request and my first one shot! I am NOT good at keeping things brief lol so I appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you for reading! Love ya!

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #smut fic #oneshot

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Old g Black dragons pleasuring you, is it possible pretty please ? 😍

Ps : I'm a huge fan of your writing, and dead girls tell no tales IS the best Haitani brothers x reader out there, mwah mwah

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Synopsis: when your roommate, Wakasa learns you don't know how to pleasure yourself, him and his friends to the rescue!

Pairing : Fem!reader x Wakasa Imaushi, Shinichiro Sano, Takeomi Akashi, Keizo Arashi.

Warning : 18+ minors DNI. Smut, dirty talk, use of nicknames, pussy drunk! Black dragons, mention of virginity, consensual recording.

Note : thank you so much 😩 I hope you'll like it, I know it's been a while since I got this request in my inbox along with the Draken one, I just made my back to school and college is really tiring, but I'm trying 🖤

You were holding back your hissy fit with a slippery hand, the headphones on your ears weren't enough to cover the sounds of your roommate and his friends.

-" She told him to wait 'til she's back from the restroom, dude waited for hours and turns out she snuck out of the backdoor " seemed like that one's Takeomi's voice.

Their laughter made you grit your teeth, clench your pen tighter in your hand.

-" She had an emergency... " Shinichiro huffed, sinking deeper in the sofa where he was sitting next to Takeomi who recalled the Sano's last " date".

-" yeah, like the nineteen previous ones... "

Benkei. Couldn't they just move in their friend's room ? Why did they have to sit and watch the TV when they clearly saw you were studying on the living room's table ?

-" Should think 'bout paying a sex worker, instead 'f paying the weekly subscription for the porn mag' "

Last but not least, ladies and gentlemen Wakasa Imaushi, your roommate, god's test for your patience, and the main reason why you could ever fail your exams. It is okay to bring friends home, you yourself bring ones sometimes. What is not okay is him bringing his friends so many times that you knew those three like the back of your hand. You knew for fact what would follow will violate the poor guy's privacy.

-" You're full of shit, I don't have any porn magazine... "

-" Spare me. You forget to hide them everytime you're done jerking off. Everyday. "

Were you a psychic ? No, they just strangely hang out at yours and Wakasa's place very often.

The sound of you pushing back the chair brought their attention to you, you turned toward them and tilted your head.

-" Could you stop ? I'm tryna study. And by the way, his sexual life is none of your business. "

Your roommate's lips curled in a smirk upon gaining a reaction from you, Shinichiro's cheeks heated from being the center of the attention, and the two others looked at Wakasa.

-" Why ? Did what I said got to you ?"

Narrowing your eyes toward him, you glared at Wakasa but Takeomi answered before you had any chance to.

-" You takin' it too far dude..."

Takeomi was the wisest of the three, only fair that he stood up for you.

Well you thought that, but Wakasa scoffed, he knew Takeomi better, and knew his best way to get into a girl's pants was to playing it nice.

Unlike him, who believed fondly, and since day one that he could pull you by playing cat and mouse.

All of this, and still you were unaware of the fact that every man in that room could not keep their eyes for them everytime you walked in the room.

-" Yeah ? Was I too rude ?"

You could not ignore the mockery in his tone, Wakasa leaned on his elbows, void eyes on yours and the living room seemed to shrunk.

-" Did I offended you by implying you would give yourself some pleasure ? "

Your mouth fell agape and cheeks heated, though you refused to meet anyone's gaze you could see Shinichiro's eyes widened and Benkei holding a smile.

You could not believe he would say something like that, first you two never been beating around such topics and moreover, his damn friends were there... Your hands quickly reached for your books on the table.

-" I'm out of this conversation."

-" Ain't you adorable with that blush of yours ?"

Benkei. You shot him a death glare. What part of privacy they don't understand ?

-" I'm not blushing. "

-" Yeah you do. "

The snake, being none other than your roommate started serpentining toward you, your shoulders curled the slightest bit when he walked around your chair to stand behind you, putting his hands on top of it.

-" or maybe is it because... You've actually never done it ?"

Your silence, and the way you sunk deeper in your chair were enough of an answer for them, as almost all of their faces took a shocked expression, Wakasa leaned closer toward you, brushing his plump lips against your ear.

-" It's a personal choice, okay ? Now cut it out, that's embarrassing. "

Through your peripheral vision, you could see all of their eyes on you, concern showing through, and soon your attention was stolen by Wakasa's hot breath hitting your skin.

-" What a shame... " behind his voice was left a trail of goosebumps on your neck , faux sympathy so obvious it cut through his tone. You failed to notice Takeomi throwing his cigarette and making his way toward you from behind, because of Wakasa's voice echoing again.

-" Bet this cunt never came a single fucking time ".

-" is that true ?" Takeomi's voice startled you, you turned only to figure out they both were, the devils standing on your shoulders, a scene which could almost be comical. " Never creamed ? Don't ya know your roommate's the best at making girls feel good ? Didn't they told you 'bout how nice it is to cum ?"

His breath, heavy with smoke as intoxicating and addictive as his words, then switching to the lavender haze of Wakasa's eyes, a point where his gaze turned from unsustainable to intensely consuming, a point where you knew you'd let him intoxicate you.

-" Can I... "

Your breath hitched, because that damn Wakasa Imaushi brushed his lips against your cheek, closing his eyes and inhaling your perfume.

-" Can I see it ? Check your tight pussy real quick ?"

And when you opened your eyes, they fell on Shinichiro's ones, and the interest you read on them ignited a thousand wildfires in you. As much as you'd like to deny him, his words left footprints on your mind, one's you were dying to follow blindly. Your eyes turned to the one you trusted the most between them, your roommate, biting your lower lip and giving Wakasa the urge to bite it himself. You couldn't believe you were at a hairsbreadth of giving in, what volatile opium could possibly have you that intoxicated on their words to squeeze your thighs together at the simple thought ?

-" Yes. Yes you... You can". Words slipped out of your mouth, almost as if your body took control of its own desire, dropping all reason aside and fighting with swords of lust the rationalism.

Your approval fell as an order, almost instantly, you found yourself into his arms lifting you as if you weighted nothing, and Shinichiro cleared the couch just before your back got laid there gently.

They all gathered around Wakasa who found his way between your legs, sliding your pajama shorts and panties, uncovering every inch of your skin to their adoring eyes.

-" be my good girl and spread these legs for me, wontcha ?"

You threw your head back, following Wakasa's order and meeting eyes with Takeomi who was standing behind the couch. You began spreading your legs carefully, avoiding their gazes, and a grunt left Takeomi's lips all while his his calloused thumb came to caress your lips.

-" So obedient already... " He praised, sliding the tip of his finger inside your mouth.

-" Ya really should see, princess has the prettiest pussy I've seen " you could feel him grin against you, breath hitting your folds and making you squirm, you didn't noticed Benkei until his hand landed on your stomach.

-" Shhh, relax f'me. " He sat up next to you, hands starting to slide under your tank top. " Is this okay, pretty girl?"

You were none but a meer puppet on their strings, with so much demons around you luring you to their tempting sin, how could you even do anything but nod in approval?

Shinichiro gulped down while Benkei stripped you of your shirt, finding yourself thus all exposed to the boys. You had barely the time to feel self conscious, since Takeomi's thumb left your lips, only to be replaced by Wakasa's lollypop.

-" Keep it in for me, 'kay princess ? Got something sweeter down there".

He lowered himself again, this time licking a stripe upon your folds and letting your natural scent lure him closer to you.

-" Oh god !"

Your arousal coated his tongue and he tasted you on his buds, humming and taking a shaky breath out of you.

-" been hiding this sweet pussy from me ? How selfish... "

He ignored his own hard on, pushing his tongue deeper in you and causing you to fist the couch next to you. It was all too much, from Benkei's large hands groping your mounds, to Wakasa's ministrations beneath you.

-" So fucking soft " Arashi's lips grazed your ear, and you granted him with shivers upon your skin, Shinichiro who stood further away since the beginning started shyly making his way toward all of you.

-" and already so wet... " Your roommate's voice vibrations caressed you with the tenderest goosebumps. " Did thinking 'bout Shin jerking off got you so wet ? "

As heat rose to your cheeks, your gaze fell on Shinichiro who kneeled next to you on the ground, shy hand reaching for your thigh. His touch was as gentle as him, a meer butterfly on your skin along with his star-studded stare.

There wasn't any single inch of your skin their hands did not touched, and for those who they did not, their eyes set on fire. All of them drinking on your body and getting high on lust.

-" She's so pretty... " Shin's raw voice hit your skin right before his lips landed gently on your thigh, you arched your back, pushing deeper against Wakasa's tongue and Arashi's hand.

-" hm, better than I ever expected... " Right there, a wave of heat crashed against Wakasa's body, trading his usual jaded eyes against widening ones, noticing how your walls clenched around nothing. " Hm ? Turns you on to hear I touched my cock thinking 'bout your body baby ? What a dirty slut you are... "

-" Prettiest whore ever"

Amidst the blaze, it was hard to understand it was Arashi's statement, he mumbled, mouth around your nipples. Even your hands were a lot in the mix, mind too deep within the pleasure of tongues and hands to think about where you should rest them.

-" how pathetic, she's drooling everywhere" Takeomi pulled the lollipop out of your mouth, leaning closer to your mouth. Lost in pleasure, your glassy eyes rested on him. " How 'bout I keep this mouth busy, babydoll? Can I taste you?"

And you agreed, mindlessly giving the last remnants of you to the burning wind of them. Takeomi tasted like tobacco, something about his fleshy but soft lips was addictive, blowing hot and cold, sucking on your lips here and biting them then, like ocean waves pushing and pulling you.

-" this mouth feels so good " he breathed against your lips once he pulled away, and none of them, not even Wakasa who was under you could prey their eyes off of your face, teary eyes and whimpering lips. The latter inserted a finger inside you, pumping slowly, but then your hand flew to your mouth, covering the prequel of unborn sounds and he frowned.

Wakasa reached for your hand, and in a rather tight grip pinned it above your head.

-" hold back again, and I'mma fuck you, tied up. Got it ? "

Broken sobs were the only answer he got, fairly he seemed satisfied.

-" You scared the pretty, Waka " Benkei chuckled, hand discreetly pumping his length while the other was still squeezing your breasts. The cold amethyst rings of your roommate drifted slightly toward you.

-" 's that right ? Is my princess scared of daddy ?"

Contempt dripping from his tone, you ignored him and focused on the feeling of the second finger he added inside you. There was a knot forming in your lower belly, tightening every time he grazed your lips, thus making you unaware of the filthy things Takeomi was whispering in your ear.

-" can't stop thinking 'bout how these lips would feel 'round my cock, babydoll... "

Insidious indeed, the way their words slipped under your skin and poisoned your senses, how every one of their fantasies lured you into temptation. Wakasa's body betrayed him for the first time, making him buckle his hips against nothing at the feeling of your walls closing around his fingers tighter.

-" Damn, dude. She's clenchin' o'mme "

The green eyes of the one above you widened before he chuckled.

-" Oh yeah ? Wanna lemme fuck your throat baby ?"

-" Yes, jus'... Just do it " you closed your eyes and arched your back, feeling your high at the tip of your finger's reach. Hand grabbed the blonde locks of Wakasa who grunt at the tightness of your grip.

-" How 'bout... How 'bout I make you cum ?" The first time hearing Shinichiro's voice got you lifting your head abruptly, looking into his half-lidded dark eyes, then toward the visible stain in his tight pants. " Can I be the first to be inside you ?"

His dark hues laid a crimson sparkle over you, promises of passion snaking around your body until choking on your own desire. Next thing you knew, Wakasa reluctantly pulled out from you and was replaced by Shin, all while Takeomi's tip nudged against your lips, smearing the precum along. Curiously licking the arousal of the scarred man got their already hardened shafts throbbing from pleasure.

-" Uh, feels so good " Shin threw his head back, sinking inch by inch inside you. All thanks to your roommate and how good he prepped you, the pain was nearly unborn before the pleasure of being full replaced it all. " You so perfect, can't believe my fuckin' eyes ".

-" R-right ?" Takeomi stuttered, also sliding deeper in your mouth, you tried unconsciously relaxing your throat and taking as much of him as you could. " Babydoll's too damn good for only one cock "

The next seconds were a blurry chapter, stained by hands and mouths, stuffed with praises and sugar coated words. They gravitated toward you like planets around their sun, craving the heat. Or more like moths to a flame, running gladly to their fatal end.

A flame they however ignited themselves. And truth be told, they got you swimming in a bottle of emotion, with mind-blowing kisses and dulcet touches, you've never felt so loved, worshipped as a goddess and desired as the forbidden fruit.

-" yeah, just that way... " Takeomi praised, caressing your hair and wiping some tears from your eyes, with every thrust of Shinichiro's hips against you, your voice caressed his shaft deliciously and sent him higher.

-" 's way too tight, this pussy's a damn vice... Can't get enough " the Sano's eyes drank in every crumb of you, and sunk deeper within the lure. Never has he felt such a lust and he felt it devouring his guts, although the need of closing his eyes and focusing on his sensations was there, Shinichiro got mesmerized by you, just your sight like cigarette ashes dusting his mind, God was it hot.

Arashi didn't see it coming, until you gripped the pain in his guts. He nearly was sent to overdrive by your soft hand around his obviously bigger length, stroking it and taming his raging despair.

-" Shit- " he swore, thrusting in your hand that you tightened. " Can you feel what you doin' to me ?"

You could only nod, hollowing your cheeks to welcome more of Takeomi.

Like smoke of that blaze around, time flew by, then grandiose was the eruption. Takeomi was the first to let the thunder roar in his lower parts, pulling out just before painting your breasts white. Your meer sight milked him dry, swearing he'd never came that much.

Shin was soon to follow, flying you high with him and carrying you through the delicious loss of gravity. You clenched around him so hard while cumming that he thought he would easily come again.

-" Babe- Fuck relax, this too fucking good-"

Your cries were music to their ears, but Arashi, the strong and big Benkei was no more than a violon you played, making him hit the highest notes with your tender hands until he came with strangled moans, burying his head and bliss in your neck.

-" That was damn... Wow" he chuckled, thumb grazing your heating cheeks as you shyly closed your eyes.

In a hell of a room dripping with sin, an angel coated in desire and surrounded by devils. What they saw was art to the root, white ropes dressing your breasts, hair like sunshine sprayed around a beautiful wild gaze and swollen lips, you were spreading fetch, and were a holy evil seeping through each and every one of them.

-" Princess, eyes on me".

Turning your still unfocused gaze toward Wakasa, you've been swallowed in the epiphany, seeing the camcorder he was holding.

-" 's it okay if I keep this ? If I keep you in ?"

You loathed how the idea of him preciously keeping that record talked in such a tempting language to your heart. Biting your lower lip, you tilted your head to the side.

-" would you... Share it with other people ?"

Oh fuck, he had thought. A man as unmoved as a mountain found himself thrown and blown by a whisper from swollen rosey lips. The fragrance of your perfume, your teary eyes and dazzling beauty intoxicated him into the need of a kiss, leaning towards you, he captured your lips and grunt against your mouth at the blissful feeling.

-" look me in the fuckin' eyes, and dare saying I'd let anyone ever see how precious my princess looks " he gripped your chin, mindless of his friends watching and panting hard from their mind-blowing high. " Not after tasting you. Bitch you're addictive ".

A giggle erupted from your lips, sparkling your already pretty face to them and glowing under their eyes.

-" you can only keep it if you stop being so cheesey ".

Wakasa's gaze darkened, turning indigo under the living room's light. Takeomi who was just done unzipping his pants placed a kiss on your cheek, while Arashi found himself behind you.

- " He's not cheesey " tough hands which were not strangers to throwing fists and drawing blood gently cupped your hair, taking it into a ponytail before kissing your neck. " He's just pussy drunk ".

-" You've done so well for us" Shin was next to find your lips, letting his mouth linger a little longer on yours before pulling out, staring at you with star dust in his dark sky eyes.

You went for standing up, leaning on your elbows but a shocked gasp traversed the barrier of your lips when Wakasa's rough hand pushed you back on the couch, resting on your lower belly.

The purple haired man leaned closer toward you, jaded bored eyes building a whole new gut devouring feeling in your stomach. His gaze drifted toward your bare body, making his cock throb with pain before he focused back on your eyes.

-" Did I said I was done with ya ?"

Your eyes widened, painting an invisible smirk on his face.

-" What... ?"

-" Did I stutter ? " Getting closer to you, he buckled his hard on against your bare skin, grunting along with a gasp coming from you. " Ain't letting you go before I'm stretching this pretty pussy real good ".

He swallowed you whole with his deep hues, taking in the blush on your cheeks before he freed himself from his pants and underwear. And the minute those hit the ground, a new wildfire rose inside you.

The white leopard, in all its majesty standing raw in front of you. Pumping his cock twice before closing the distance between you two, his other hand flew to your forehead, pushing your hair away.

-" Daddy's gonna go down on ya until your fucking legs are sore. Have ya walk around the apartment with my cum dripping from your cunt".

I'M HIDING THAT WAS SO AWKWARD! I've never wrote a smut with more than one partner and I'm such A BITCH THAT I DIRECTLY JUMPED INTO WRITING A FIVESOME ? REALLY ?

Anyway... ANYWAY.

I hope it was fun to read, anon !

Next will be a Draken request ( finally ) then a Mikey request from one of my dearest moots, goodnight !

Network : @tokyo-ballroom @downtown-roponggi

#tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers spoilers #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo revengers angst #rindou haitani x reader #bonten x reader #ran haitani x reader #wakasa x reader #wakasa x y/n #takeomi x reader #takeomi x you #wakasa x you #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro x you #shinichiro x y/n #benkei x reader #benkei x you #benkei x y/n #black dragons x reader #mikey tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x you

[izzyspussy]

Rating Ted Lasso Characters Based On If They'd Respect My Pronouns (Correctly)

Roy "We Stayed At GAY Til 3AM And Then We Had Crepes With Some Drag Queens" Kent: 11/10 no fucking shit. He would defend me from misgendering also, even if we weren't friends. He's the very embodiment of that guy who fought the trans guy and then fought the authority figure who scolded him for hitting a girl.

Nate "Genius (Code for Autistic)" Shelley: 11/10 are you kidding. If only quarantine had happened in his universe he'd have pronouns too. Also his girlfriend obviously already does.

Jamie "Prettyboy" Tartt: 11/10 duh. No, he doesn't know off the top of his head what part of speech a pronoun is, but only because nothing in the universe could matter less. And much like Roy, if he saw someone else being contrarian for the purposes of being a prick for absolutely no earthly reason, he would be eager to do something about it.

Keeley "Just The Tip" Jones: 11/10 did you see her. Never have I personally received more solidarity than from (butches and) full tilt Barbie Girl femmes like Keeley. She may be cis and she wears "women's" clothes, but she's still doing drag every day. She gets it.

Colin "Right by This Pink Triangle?" Hughes: 11/10 obviously. He would be so good at not making a big deal out of doing it correctly himself or correcting others, because he knows what it's like to just want to live your authentic life without being a spectacle.

Coach "You Should See Him In Drag" Beard: 11/10 which you should've guessed. Look at him. Look at him with your heart. You know he has pronouns you've never even heard of that he takes out for special occasions.

Ted "We Don't Not Care" Lasso: 11/10 why is this even a question. Practically the entirety of Ted's goals in life are to be respectful and kind and help others do the same. Sometimes that's hard and he fucks it up, but this is easy. C'mon.

Sam "Social Justice Warrior" Obisanya: 11/10 like. Obviously. I have nothing else to say, like. Obviously. Obviously.

Bumber-"Impending Class War"-catch: 11/10. If anything, given the opportunity, he would encourage me to have more pronouns.

Dani "Joy" Rojas: 11/10. These are getting very simple now, and require less and less explanation. He promotes joy. What else do you want.

Rebecca "Ask Your Daughter What It Means" Welton: 11/10. She's a cutthroat and a genuine feminist. She doesn't care if a bunch of freaks are scared of strangers' genitals, and she's certainly not going to let something so petty get in her own way.

Jan "I've Run Out of Fun Epithets For Everyone And He Wouldn't Mind This Unfun One That's Blunt About That Fact" Maas: 11/10 of course. There's no logical, moral, or social reason not to, and there is a wealth of evidence supporting gender affirming behavior.

Isaac McAdoo: 11/10. And he would (unnecessarily) instruct all the other lads to do it too. He might struggle with it at first if we had known each other previous to my transition, but not out of malice or negligence, and once he got on track he'd stay there for life.

Leslie Higgins: 11/10. He's a jazz musician with ten thousand gen Z children. He knows at least as many trans people already as any natural member of the queer community.

The Rest of The Lads: 11/10. We all know this to be true. Next.

Georgie Tartt: 11/10. Have you seen her son. She's prepared for this.

Sharon Fieldstone: 11/10. Have you seen her do her job. She's good at it.

Dottie Lasso: 9/10. Her heart's in the right place and that matters! She is inescapably Midwestern in both the good ways and the bad ways, though.

Jake: 8/10. Have you seen him do his job. He's bad at it.

Rupert Mannion: 6/10. He's a trans inclusive misogynist lmao. He also will treat correct pronoun usage as a privilege if he gets butthurt enough.

James Tartt: 3/10. He'd respect a trans man who performed masculinity to his standards, but he is definitely afraid of girlymen and women who are better than him (most women).

#jack facts #ted lasso #hc #i do vague sir but i do not vague at you sir #also yes i do know beard and bumbercatch's first names but i thought this was funnier

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter twenty one: Coming Back (21/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Y/n recovers her memory. The search for the staff of avalon begins

Word count: 1661

Warnings: No

(Season 3 Episodes 6, 7)

Song?: Mother Stands For Comfort by Kate Bush

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Y/n holded the doorknob to the backdoor of her house until she felt her hot hand would melt the metal under it. After spending a couple days away in a remote part of the woods her memory came back.

Amongst the trees and the darkness, the old spell lifted, allowing all the old memories wash over her like water breaking through a dam. She could finally recall who she really was and why she was there in Arcadia, in the Lake’s home or at least why she thought her father would want her there: to help the first human trollhunter to fulfill his destiny.

All the pieces of her life came back and laid to rest in their designated place, all except one: the night she strayed from her old life to found herself in Arcadia as a child in Barbara’s arms. That rainy night is still foggy in her mind.

Finally, Y/n opened the door to an empty kitchen but to a full living room. Claire’s parents and Toby’s grandmother were sitting on the couch talking with Barbara.

She sighed, relieved, she hadn't figured out what she was going to tell her family about what she uncovered in the last couple of months and more people around could buy her a little more time.

“Hi,” she smiled, quickly walking to the stairs “I don’t want to get too close, I've been camping” Y/n chuckled.

Barbara walked up to her daughter before she could run upstairs.

“You don’t have to lie anymore. I remembered everything. I even put Claire’s and Toby’s parents up to speed” Barbara laughed.

“I’m not lying! You can smell my hair” Y/n smiled.

Barbara looked at her daughter. She could sense something about her was different but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Barbara always could read her daughter like the palm of her hand

“Something’s off” she frowned and grabbed her hand.

Y/n looked at her mother’s eyes, the only mother she ever had and gave her a genuine smile “I promise I’ll explain. Just not right now” she looked back at their guests.

Barbara nodded and squeezed her daughter’s hand

“You know that I’m always here, right, sweetie?”

Y/n nodded and let go of her mother’s hand to run upstairs to take a shower.

“I wasn’t finished. That’s deranged!” Blinky’s screams echoed through the hallway.

Y/n slowly opened Jim’s door and poked her head through it. The whole gang was there except for Aaarrrgghh with the new addition, Dictatious.

“You’re saying Jim should destroy his amulet ‘cause you think you saw some old man put a map inside of it?” Toby sounded like he was going to lose his mind.

“It was Merlin” insistes Claire “The key to finding his tomb, to finding his staff, is inside his amulet”

‘Yeah, that’s him’ though Y/n.

“The girl-child may be on to something. The amulet and the staff are connected” said Dictatious.

“Both fueled by the magic of Merlin” said Blinky.

“But if Jim breaks his amulet, he can’t armor up! And if he can’t armor up ‘Goodbye, Eclipse Blade!’ How’s he supposed to kill Gunmar?” Screamed Toby in desperation.

“If we don’t get the staff first, none of that will matter anyway” said Claire

“Maybe I don’t have to destroy the amulet. You said Gunmar has Aaarrrgghh captive?” Jim looked at Dictatious.

Y/n frowned.

“And Aaarrrgghh could be used as an emotional anchor” said Blinky.

“We’d portal jump right to him” said Claire.

“The plan is set. We save Aaarrrgghh and stop Gunmar by any means necessary before he acquires the staff”

“What’s going on?” Y/n entered the room.

“Y/n?” The kids screamed in unison.

“Who is that…?” Asked Dictatious

“Shh” Blinky hit his brother on the head “Y/n, where have you been?”

“Where’ve you been?” Jim hugged his sister tight.

“Yeah, I’ve been texting, I needed…ughh” Toby hugged her and took a step back “You smell awful”

“I miss you too but…Toby is right” Claire grabbed her free hand.

“I was in the woods. Doing some…spiritual work. It's a long story and from what I heard we don’t have time” Y/n scratched Jim's hair that was still hugging her.

“We really do not have any time” said Blinky.

“Do we have time to explain the new accent?” Toby lifted a brow.

“What?”

“You’re madonna-ing”

“I’m not. Shut up” Y/n frowned. Her memories had brought her accent back?

—

After taking a quick shower, Y/n came downstairs as the trollhunter team were saying their goodbyes.

“I’m coming with” Y/n announced “I’m not letting Blinky unsupervised”

Jim and Toby laughed.

Y/n hugged Barbara tight. Y/n whispered in her mother’s ear

“You’re the best mother I could ever have”

She quickly stood behind Claire before the tears started rolling.

“Part of the spiritual trip?” Jim smiled.

“Something like that” Y/n smiled back.

The five of them jumped through the portal to a dark ruin quickly finding Aaarrrgghh in a stasis trap.

“The work of Angor Rot” observed Blinky.

“Uhm, those are Dwarkstones. If we deactivate the stasis, this place is gonna blow” said Claire.

“Aaarrrgghh, my friend, they’ve used you as bait to kill us” screamed Blinky.

Aaarrrgghh groaned.

“We gotta get him out of there!” Screamed Toby in desperation.

“No, Wingman. You leave” said Aaarrrgghh

“No, we’re not giving up”

“Guys, I’ve got an idea!” said Jim.

Everyone turned to Jim.

“Okay. Toby drops the hammer, we drop into the room below” he points to the ground.

“The hammer’s power and weight might be enough to override the stasis trap or it’ll fail, Toby will disintegrate into nothingness, and we’ll die with the explosion” Blinky explained.

“Cool beans” said Toby.

“Charming” Y/n pated the trolls back.

“Even if it works, what if we drop into something worse?” Asked Claire, fear written all over her face.

“Than this? I’ll take my chances. Tobes, are you ready?” Jim crouched down.

“Ready to possibly kill us all and die in failure? Yeah” he took a deep breath before start running “For Aaarrrgghh”

Jim pushed Toby into the air, giving the hammer enough strength to break the floor and destroying the trap, making the team fall into a dark tunnel of nothingness.

Y/n felt her knees hit the hard floor, she looked up and saw Aaarrrgghh covering them from the rest of the debri falling from the trap.

“Is everyone alright?” Y/n asked once the rain of stones stopped falling.

Jim draw daylight to illuminate the dark room.

“Wingman” Toby threw himself to Aaarrrgghh.

“Wingman” Aaarrrgghh quickly reciprocated the hug.

The group laughed and followed the two, for a moment forgetting where they were.

“What is this place?” Blinky asked

“Smells old” Aaarrrgghh sniffed the humid air.

“Ah!” Toby tried to take a step forward, almost falling into the abyss.

“Remarkable” Blinky looked down “An ancient gyre”

The team went down to investigate the old artifact.

“Why would there be a gyre here?” Jim got into the gyre.

“It doesn’t even have controls” observed Blinky.

Y/n observed the cave with the help of little light that was able to shine through the broken ceiling. She walked around the gyre with a small smile on her face. Of course. She finally recognised the place. It was Douxie’s and her longest task.

“If I break the amulet it will lead us to Merlin’s tomb” Jim said.

Y/n stopped walking through the dark and dusty room, she turned her head back to the sound of her brother’s voice. She ran to the stairs and up to the gyre and saw Jim hit the amulet with Toby’s hammer.

For an instant, a blue light illuminated the room then disappeared as quickly as it came revealing the destroyed pieces of Merlin’s amulet.

Jim kneeled in front of the stone where the pieces rested and picked them up one by one

“No turning back now” he said.

“No turning back” Y/n whispered to herself, as she played with her bracelet.

She felt her stomach turn. She knew from the moment that she crossed that portal that there was no turning back but now, that notion is final. Her old and new life were going to crash and she wasn’t sure how that was going to go. She was nervous. She hasn’t seen her father in nine hundred years and she hasn’t told her friends about her identity yet.

Jim put the blue stone where the controls of the gyre should be and a warm blue light surrounded them, the gyre starting its travel.

Y/n started to breathe a little better as she felt Douxie’s old magic all around.

“If this is fate, I really hope we’re not destined to die” screamed Toby, grabbing Y/n’s hand as the machine started to gain speed.

—

“Whoa, a hidden entrance” Jim smiled as they crossed the waterfall.

“Yeah, but to where?” Claire walked close behind the trollhunter.

Y/n took a couple steps forward when she saw Toby starting to struggle with his war hammer. She didn’t want to be behind him when the ‘no-magic’ spell got to him.

“Why no war hammer magic?” Toby complained as the artifact fell to the floor.

“No magic here” Blinky translated the sign on top of the door “It appears this hallowed tomb is warded against sorcery”

“My shadow staff doesn’t work either” Claire tried to use her staff in vain.

“Hey, what’s that?” Y/n pointed behind the girl at the giant claw marks that shouldn't be there.

“These claw marks look fresh” observed Claire.

“Hmm. Yes, yes.” Blinky got closer “As if…a struggle”

“Draal” Aaarrrgghh said.

Y/n turned back and saw the troll holding a chain “There's no magic here. He’s free”

“Then we’re not just here for the staff. We can save Draal” Jim smiled at the idea of recovering their friend.

A/n: we’re getting closer to the part that inspired the series!!! Also!!! I fucking!!! Hate!!!! Summer!!!

Remember that reviews, love letters and death threats are always appreciated 💖

#tales of arcadia #douxie x reader #douxie #toa #trollhunters #hisirdoux casperan #hisirdoux x reader #my writing #Til The End Of Eternity

[hmshermitcraft]

Cleo, Joel, Lizzie and Etho are all still learning the ins and outs of their new relationship but they all love each other. Sure Lizzie fuels Etho’s love of chaos and Joel is still getting used to the occasional temporary petrification from Cleo. But their making it work! But both Etho and Cleo can tell Lizzie is hiding something about herself and Joel ain’t talking not that they can blame him considering how they’ve seen Lizzie freeze like a dear in headlights at the sound of a sudden sneeze. But there’s something…odd happening with her the occasional bloodstain here and extra bandages and patches on her there it’s concerning. But it’s not their place to say anything so they’ll wait til their new partners are ok to talk about it.

And boy did they not expect what would happen not three days later. So the four were out just wandering the forests along with some of the other hermits and emperors until they all had to split up because of a pillager raid where the four had gotten backed into a corner and Joel got a crossbow bolt to the arm. And from there Etho and Cleo just saw Lizzie froze slowing seeing her pupils turn blood red before turning to the pillagers and charging at them laughing like a maniac tearing them apart limb from limb. Frankly both hermits have seen people with violent streaks before mainly False and Wels going apeshit on mobs after a frustrating day. But this…this was different they just looked at Joel who was sighing giving them a look of they’ll both explain later.

When Lizzie stopped her little rampage she froze and looked at herself before crying hard. Cleo hadn’t seen her cry that hard since she burned down the fairy fort back in last life. Her rambling about how Etho and Cleo will hate her now that she’s a monster and so many other things that broke her three partners hearts. So Joel picked her up off the ground and led the way back to their shared little home where he slowly explained while tucking her into bed that Lizzie came from…a bad place somewhere she only told him about once that made her have a literal kill switch the second she saw something hurt something she cared about. She’d snap and destroy it frankly both Etho and Cleo found it hard to believe that someone such as sweet and pure as Lizzie could cause such destruction. But Joel kept explaining that she hates when this happens and it leaves her feeling awful for the next few days worried the slightest thing will set her off.

Man’s when Lizzie woke up she explained the rest to both Etho and Cleo in private. They’d never seen her cry so much she gripped the sheets so hard they were both positive she was gonna rip them. But when she looked at them with teary closed eyes saying. “If you both wanna leave I understand I’m a monster after all…” And before she could say another word both of them hugged her and whispered her sweet nothings as they gave her kisses and held her until she started crying again. They all had their dark secrets but they would never stop loving Lizzie or Joel because of them.

Rando anon

They don't want Lizzie to feel that way about something that's, ultimately, to protect her and the people she cares about. If she thinks it makes her a monster then sure, she's in good company! When Cleo first died she was far less civilised than she is now. And Etho has been through a few ultra hardcore situations himself.

They can't promise her they'll never give it a reason to happen again, because, well... Then they wouldn't really be living. But they won't take advantage of it, that's for sure.

They can figure everything out lately. But, now they're going to look after Lizzie and make sure she recovers from that properly.

#trafficshipping #cleo tag #etho tag #joel tag #lizzie tag #jizziecletho #ask #rando anon #mod 🎀 #violence tw

[overtaken-stream]

Bros Ov3r Ho3s

Kicchou Fukuda x F!Reader

I'm ITCHING to write for Slam Dunk, also idc about his taste, he looks like someone who would enjoy spicy food. Shoutout to that tweet I saw on yt shorts with this convo it inspired me to write for a character I don't even enjoyed until I started writing this. (I only read manga so don't come at me if this is ooc I tried my best.) THE LACK OF SLAM DUNK CONTENT IS INSANE!!!!

Warnings: family, fluff, idiots in love, light pregnancy scene, a child is there.

Throughout the years spent with the basketball player, there was never a need to conceal secrets. Any actions or words that soured the relationship were swiftly addressed by both parties, although after spending this much time together, the mean remarks were non-existent, mutual understanding left little room for surprises or hurtful comments (Because you know the blunt words were not said deliberately, however, you found a curious amusement in his apologetic/awkward expression of realization, the ongoing teasing about how he broke your heart will never get boring).

Years of built friendship with Kicchou came to a standstill as you watched your friends advance into the new chapter of life with their partners from the sideline. But You were content with staying over at your friend's house, sleeping in the same bed while wearing his shirt, having breakfast with his parents, and having dinners at yours, the glances that the elders would give you two never really entered Kicchous's eyesight, he always seems lost in his mind at the end of the day.

Moving in together and attending his (now professional) matches became a natural progression in both of your lives, so did paying little attention to the way his arm rested across your tummy or his face nestled next to your ear, breathing deeply as you slept sideways, or how sometimes you would hug him on the couch with both legs wrapped around the torso, trembling from the pleasure you brought to yourselves.

(It's how it is supposed to be.) Your chest pressed against his back as he gets the dinner going with a cute Hello Kitty apron tied at the front. Breathing in his scent like it's going to quell your thirst, maybe it does.

(It's how it is supposed to be.) With your legs freezing in the middle of the night as he steals away the long blankets specifically bought to fit you both.

(it's how it is supposed to be.) His head lying gently on your enlarged belly, his hands and arms resting on either side of your hips as he sprawls out on the couch. The muted dialogue of the movie on TV slowly pushes him towards slumber, only for a gentle kick to wake him. Kicchou cranes his neck til his eyes catch your face smiling down at him and his heart skips a beat.

However, the one topic in conversation you had with your relative never really left your mind, unlike the rest of the day, it stuck after you got home, at the time it didn't mean much, it hasn't been dissected and thought out to the point that you don't recall your reply.

(``How have you and your husband been?``

``Husband?`` Since when did you have a husband? Your confused stare was met with the still curious expression of the woman.

``Yes, that nice man with the textured hair! And what's with that stare you're giving me? Still not used to being a family? Fu-fuh!`` Their entertained eyes light up with the tease. )

Now that you think about it, sure you've been living with him for nearly eight years and sometimes go overboard with your affections and sleep in the same bed as him, as well as have a baby together but he never formally asked you out. Going out and spending time together as friends rather than partners is different from dates.

These thoughts linger for a few days as your quiet demeanor attracts minor attention from Kicchou, curious side eyes during the day and the firm hold around your waist during the night meet you because of it, his concern holds out until you're finally ready to bring up the topic. You thank his understanding self.

It was morning, about nine AM, you held hot chocolate milk while standing on the right side of the baby's high chair, not paying attention to the mess the babe made on the small table. Oftentimes you can't stomach breakfast unlike Kicchou, who now sat and enjoyed the leftovers from dinner, spicy roasted chicken legs left their evidence on his face and fingers. It made you smile and gave you confidence in the question you were going to ask.

``Say... Kicchou?``

A light hum gives you a hint that he is paying attention to your question despite not meeting your gaze.

``We...`` your ears brighten up in fright as you await his response when suddenly his index fingers covered in spicy sauce point in your direction and his chewing stops.

``... Are we... Dating?`` Your eyes glance in his direction when he freezes in the middle of a bite, shoulders hunched with nimble fingers in the air and the chicken on the plate. His eyes, full of indescribable confusion suddenly widen as his eyebrows raise, along with his posture. His pause gives way to concern... What if... You are not his best friend...? Are you... With him? The silence is deafening as you think about the moments when both of you crossed the line that friends should not have crossed, the moments that you hold close to your heart, that's swiftly beating against your ribcage. It's the only noise you hear besides the chaos of the child next to you in this stillness. You try to not let the anxiety show.

You fail.

``We just bros.``

He hit his chest with the fist multiple, being mindful of the spice before peace signing you.

``Hm, C'mere.`` Despite the demand Kicchou sent your way, he got up with heavy steps, only coming closer to your now-shy self who hadn't moved since the crucial question was dropped.

``...Bros?`` You look at the grown man before you and then at the babe next to you who similarly looks your way with big eyes and messy mouth, paying attention to your conversation and shoving whatever food was left on their table in their tiny jaws without understanding a word, yet their eyes understand the implication, it is kind of embarrassing having someone else experience this conversation, even if they are a cute little screaming and crying creature you gave birth to.

Your heart is beating in confusion this time.

It wasn't until he was all up in your face that his mouth finally laid over yours, the spices burned as hot as his affectionate action, clinging onto your swelled mouth as you took in his soft and plump lips. A moment of love was short, yet it's impact far greater.

As his lips drifted away from yours, all the doubts that survived finally followed after him only to not withstand the spice.

It was a silly answer to a silly question you always knew the answer to, he knows it too, can feel it throughout the day and practice, it's something that lives in the heavy basketball his hands carry, something that your core can provide when the object can't and it put you to rest, he loves you as he loves basketball, so you love him in a way basketball can't. It's an addiction that does not cause harm, only fondness, and he will never need a cure for it.

It's a satisfying step in your relationship. It's how it's supposed to be.

``Can you leave some chicken for me?``

``... No.``

#kicchou fukuda x reader #slam dunk manga #slam dunk x reader #slam dunk #Slam dunk fukuda #anime #Slam dunk fukuda kicchou #slam dunk fukuda kicchou x reader #Basketball player x reader #anime x reader #Slam dunk x female reader #sports anime #sports manga #Ignore the tags i want this piece to get the clout it deserves bc i had a hard time writing his MAN

[anamizuiro]

IkeVamp x Genshin brainrots I thought about

(I'm sorry for the sudden switch up in interest, my hyperfixations changes sometimes)

Notes: i used to play genshin but not anymore. So i got updates mostly through youtube

Tags: brainrot, drabble, crossover, may have some incorrect things

- Vincent would hesitate harming the slimes. Who doesn't? They are adorable, despite their attacks can hurt, depending on which element of slime you're facing. He always have this urge to touch them, pet them, or even hug them. So, Theo need to remind him that they have to kill these slimes.

"Vincent, step away from that slime"

"But, Theo, they are adorable!" He raised a small hydro slime up as if he was picking up his raccoon pet, "See? Look at their face"

"...you're making this harder than it should, Broer."

(I'm willing to say that Vincent silently cries in bed after completing the commission)

- Arthur would look at the crystalflies and the seelies and went "Hah! Look at that Theo. Fairies does exist here!", laughing at his face while Theo just rolls his eyes while crossing his arms.

- Jean would join the "Melusine Protection Squad". At first, he was confused with these little creatures. How they are so friendly with everyone around, especially someone like Jean (literally one of them greeted and waved her hand to him while he was taking a stroll on the streets of Court of Fontaine), and the way they walk (or skip?) like a child...

Next thing he knew, he found himself interacting and talking to them. Never once he didn't hear a melusine or two saying "Good morning, Monsieur Jean!" Or "It's sunny today, Monsieur Jean. I hope you're having a good day!"

Congratulations, Jean. They have adopted(?) you.

- Shakespeare will have his plays held in the Opera Epiclese. You bet that everyone will attend, because who's not curious about this mysterious playwright who came out of nowhere and held a play? And then the play was much better than they thought, too!

Some theatre group would probably ask him for advices after watching one of his plays. Or even better, aside from being a playwright himself, he also works as an advisor for theatre group. For free! (And yet they are still willing to pay him)

- Teatime with Comte and Zhongli is a frequent activity. When Comte first visited Liyue, he first met Zhongli sitting on a table next to his, sipping his warm tea while listening to the old tale of Rex Lapis.

When Zhongli adds something to the tale being told, Comte was... intrigued. He thought "this fellow seems to speak as if he once lived there"

Honestly, I don't think he'll be surprised if it turns out his guess is correct.

Perhaps through 'the power of reminscing and warm tea', is the reason they still drank tea together til this day.

- Isaac and Alhaitham will probably bond(?) through 'the power of knowledge'. He's literally a physicist, a professor, of course Alhaitham will be interested with whatever information coming out of Isaac's lips (though he doesn't know Isaac is a professor, he just think that the pink-eyed young man is a very dedicated knowledgeable person)

You might found yourself walking in to their science talk. Like Kaveh did. (He nearly got a heart attack when he saw Isaac because who the fuck is this guy and why did Alhaitham invite him without telling him?! This is the second time something like this has happened!)

- would Napoleon laugh at Cyno's jokes? Would he tumble, wheezing and trying his best to hold his laughter?

- Dazai would probably be interested in the books published by Yae Publishing House. He was just walking in the streets of Inazuma, reminscing his homeland...

and suddenly came across a bookstore, he looked at them and went "oh they have novels here. Wonderful!"

He and Yae Miko will probably be the prankster duo the moment they found out that they have a similiarity (poor Isaac and Gorou)

- Would Leonardo be interested with testing the glider? He invented many concepts in the past (literally made a sketch of a parachute in his old notebook too), so when he see something similar to it, how invested is he with it (how it works etc etc)?

- Bet, Napoleon and Arthur is listed on the "most sought out men in Fontaine" type of list. Arthur being the flirt and the smarty he is and Napoleon's (accidental?) natural rizz.

Napoleon was just helping a stranger, and then said stranger ended up losing focus because his alluring rizz mode is activated.

Arthur pulls out the Sherlock mode and all of a sudden they are impressed.

- Vincent will paint the Fontaine sea creatures after exploring the sea of Fontaine. He found them so cute and lively (the otters are a sweet bunch of fellows who follows him like little pups)

Theo saw how his brother was smiling so happily when he draws and when he checked what's on his sketchbook and found cute sea animals, he is screaming happily on the inside because gosh his brother must have the time of his life exploring.

- Lyney and Arthur wit battle when? They have the smarts though in difference ways. And Arthur respects how he's a magician so i'm sure he won't spill out the secrets of Lyney's tricks. He even admires Lyney for it too! (hehehe Sherlock Holmes vs Arsene Lupin game ref?)

#✨️ ~ brain sparks #ikevamp #should this have its own new tag? #ikemen vampire #ikevamp crossover #ikevamp x genshin #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp comte

[dorminchu]

wip wednesday -- Marley Reunion [Draft A]

Scene takes place during an alternate Marley Arc. NSFW below the cut. For context, Annie goes back to Marley and becomes Vice-Captain. Eren is still here for the reason he was in canon. After four years of not seeing each other and lots of unresolved tension (romantic? emotional? sexual? take your pick!) only NOW do these two get the opportunity to resolve anything w/o distractions. And there's only one week before Tybur declares war on Paradis, during the festival!

@lunarcrystal

"How long will you be staying in Liberio?"

"Only 'til the festival."

His voice neutral. Enemies did not look at each other this way. She always told herself the next time they spoke would be to the other's grave. How simple it was for him to rebel, when he made it his prerogative. He saw her cool veneer and the fear beneath it because of his simplicity.

"You don't look drunk," said Annie.

"The clerk at the general store calls me a heavyweight drinker," Krueger answered, shifting his weight on his good leg. "I suppose that's true."

Her image reflected in his working eye, drowning in his desolation. This hunger shared between them. In four years, the outspoken idealist into a man whose conviction sucked the life from him. The same vacancy in Braun's eyes, when he thought he was alone. Annie licked her lips, in a silent battle with herself over what to say. The responsible thing to do. The silence between them so thick a knife couldn't cut it.

"Vice-Captain," he said slowly. Like he was tasting it. His voice lowered. Eyes a little wider. "Annie. It’s you?"

The first hit caught him on the mouth, knocked his head back. She got on top of him, fist in his shirt, the well of blood where she'd cut her knuckles. This was less than what he deserved. To see him spitting up blood and unable to explode in on himself, designated to the same human frailty as anyone else. "You stupid son of a bitch," she hissed, tugging him up by the collar. "I thought you were dead."

His eyes hardened. Trickle of blood from his lip. "I thought you'd recognise me sooner."

The only Eldian who looked at her without hesitation. Always happy to train with her. That boy didn't exist. Civilians accepted her as the symbol of a dying military regime, and men like Krueger as the byproduct of that sacrifice in Marley's name. Eren Jaeger, the devil of Paradis, the latest pariah to pit all of Marley's unresolved hatred against.

She lowered her fist. Bowing her head, closing the distance and sinking her teeth into the wound. He took her face in his hands and answered with the rapacious fever of a man ready to die. Threading fingers through his oily hair, tongue against teeth—iron, cheap whiskey. They could only get so close without trying to devour one another.

Eren pushed her back. Inhaling, exhaling, as if he could redirect some blood to his brain. “That—wasn’t what I meant.”

"You still don't know how to talk to girls."

His eyes flickered to hers. "You could teach me."

She got to her feet. "You're out of your mind."

Eren studied her, impassive. A far cry from the cadet of fifteen who couldn't stop running his mouth. He pushed himself up to sit. "Most days I wake up and try to convince myself I've always lived in this tenement. Perhaps, in such a life, I could have met you. We'd take a train out of Liberio, somewhere nicer, where we could just—talk." His eyes glazed over, looking through her. "But it won't change anything, will it?"

Annie shrugged out of her jacket, folding it up and setting it aside on the dresser. Unfastening her wristlet, hairpin. Working on the buttons of her shirt, avoiding her eyes in the mirror to find his face. Wide-eyed, fixed on her. The slope of her back, bending down to have a seat in the rickety chair, unlacing her boots.

Rasping movement over floorboards. She watched him drag himself to sit before her feet. Easier to internalize him as Krueger. The serviceman from the pub, hiking her dress over her knees. His hands, slender like a poet's, caressing her legs in slow, measured strokes. One of life's ironies, that he insisted on using them to fight.

Tugging her underwear to her ankles, he left the cashmere stockings. Cheek to her thigh, scrape of day-old stubble. His eyes hooded. A little worshipful. She slid her leg across his shoulder and his mouth curled.

Time fell away. Distant bustle of traffic outside. His head between her legs, lapping without finesse but a unhurried easiness, as if they’d been shacking up for months.

This wasn't really about the letters, or Grice's choice in friends. Not Marley or Eldia or the war inherited. The wounded serviceman who'd trapped her heart between his teeth, sucking a bruise into her thigh. Annie dug her heel into his spine. Her fingers threading through oily hair, curled a fist.

Picturing him in hospice. Adjusting to the crutch, marching a path around the courtyard, a young orderly on his arm. The hospitals were flooded with Marleyan volunteers. Younger women turned relicts, with the death of so many men. Such a pity that Krueger was Eldian. Trapped in his façade of shellshock, unable to express any meaningful connection.

His nose bumped the pulse between her thighs. He took it in his mouth. Annie tamped her thighs over his head, moaning through her teeth. He was groping at her legs, pinning her to the armrests. She’d only confined herself. Muscles spasming. She took her hand off his head to muffle a shout.

He sat back on his haunches, blotting his mouth. He got to his knees.

Palms under her ass, hauling her from the chair. She threw her legs around his waist once she was close enough.

His lame leg gave out and they knocked over the chair. Sprawled on top of him, he grunted. Indifferent, aside from the tent in his chinos.

He had a little come on his nose. She thumbed it away, the way Dreyse used to correct her lipstick. Annie snorted. The look of confusion on his face made it very difficult to stay composed, so she pushed her thigh into his groin.

He inhaled sharply. Annie feigned indifference. Mouthing his carotid artery. If she were to sink her teeth into him, he'd bear that mark for a while. Unbuttoning his chinos, feeling over his thighs. No flaky, peeling skin. He'd been stifling his regeneration for a couple weeks, at least.

Palming him through the button-down underwear, his eyes fluttered shut. He could hide a flush, thanks to his complexion. She licked her palm, wrapped her hand around him. Thick enough to give her pause. She'd be the only Warrior in the board-room with an inexplicable limp.

His fingers pushed into her. Swiped over her slit like a kiss goodbye. Coating himself. Slick prints on her thighs.

Lowering onto him, it barely hurt. Impaling herself completely, it wasn't as comfortable. Thighs a bracket around his waist. Each thrust into her, there was a dull sting. She grit her teeth. She wouldn't ask him to be gentle or kind. In a week, they'd be on opposite sides.

Rolling her hips, taking pace. A Warrior could empathize, though it wasn't enough to spite the hollow in her chest. She planted one palm to his chest and to her clit.

"Like this," her voice a stranger's, soft and girlish. "Touch me."

His hand joined hers. Circling his fingers. His mouth to her shoulder. Cupping her ass and pivoting into her. His shaky breaths escalating into a choked-off groan.

Falling across him as if she'd just been shot. Her forehead to his shoulder, damp with sweat. Tracing the notches of her spine to nape, where skin met scar tissue.

Medical staff in Marley didn't talk specifics beyond venereal disease. Pregnancies were a faster path back to the fields, in wedlock or disgrace. Warriors were not encouraged to make families of their own—the women couldn't carry a child to term. Defying the odds, it would be an Eldian bastard.

#ereani #I'll probably tone this down somewhat #ereannie #fanfiction #WIP #smut #might be a little rusty #I hope this doesn't read like an intimacy coordinator wrote it #this is partly based off a meme #and partly from a scene in a film #as in the penultimate(?) scene from blue valentine #if ever there was a ride or die vibe for one's otp. it would be that film. no I won"t elaborate >:)

[the-way-of-words]

I'm Not Leaving 'Til You Leave First Part One

Noah Sebastian x Holly(ofc) mentions of Nick Ruffilo/Noah Sebastian

Content warnings: oral sex, P in V sex, fingering, slight pain play, some spanking, choking, unprotected sex. little angst. noah's got big feelings and he doesn't wanna think about them

Contains sexual situations with fictionalized versions of real people. This is fiction yall. It's not real. But if that squicks ya, hit the back button.

Summary: Noah's POV from For These Empty Nights through I'd Trade The World For Your City Lights Part One

Part of the PolyVerse // MasterList

Noah doesn't know what he's doing with her. All he knows is he can't get her out of his fucking head. It's been months since they saw each other, since Nick dangled Holly in front of him until he couldn't stop himself; just had to have a taste of her. He's thought of that night so many times, has got himself off to the memory of it more than he wants to admit. It doesn't help that they communicate almost constantly; texts here, a phone call there. He's learned so much about her in the last few months and he doesn't want to stop. 

She's started dating, and he really tries not to think about the stab in his chest when she tells him. Why Nick started dating someone else instead of locking things down with Holly, he'll never know. He saw how Nick looked at her. But if the man wants to live in denial, so be it. He can't help but be a little gleeful when he's the one she asks to get her out of the first date, and one after that… and the one after that. There's something there between the two of them, he's sure of it, but he doesn't know if they'll ever get the chance to see what it is.

~~

“You know, we're only a couple hours away tomorrow… there's a spot for you on the list if you want it."

There's a laugh from the other side of the line.

"Why, Noah Davis, are you telling me you want to see me?"

"And if I am?"

"You got a deal… because I might want to see you too."

He laughs when she tells him not to let it go to his head, but really, he’s pleased as punch that she said yes. 

It takes all Noah has to make it through the sound check with his wits intact the next day. As soon as it's done, he's slipping out of the venue and into her car. They barely make it to her room, and even then; it feels like he's got her on the edge of the bed and he's on his knees before the door is even closed. Her pants are off and her legs are around his shoulders as he eats her out like it's the last thing he'll get to do. If she didn’t seem to feel the same, his enthusiasm to get his mouth on her would be embarrassing, but she chokes out his name at the first touch of his tongue against her, writhes against his mouth when he brings two fingers into it, breaching her easily. 

He can't help but take his mouth off her to watch, just for a second. There's a blush rising on her cheeks, her eyes shut tight while she pushes her bra down to tweak her nipples as her hips roll in time with his fingers. It almost hurts to break the spell, to look away from her face, but the taste of her as she cums on his tongue and fingers more than makes up for it. He gets her through the comedown before rising to kiss the breath from her lungs, letting her taste herself when he licks into her mouth. There's not enough time for anything else, but Noah doesn’t mind. He’s been thinking about getting his mouth on her for months now. 

She’s tense as they drive back to the venue. There’s something bugging her, he can tell; it's in the nervous energy that seems to have overtaken her, the way her fingers drum on the steering wheel at every red light. He's pretty sure it's because of Nick, since his friend didn’t know Holly was coming until he himself said something. There was a stunned, almost hurt look on his face; one that creeps back on to his friends' features when he and Holly walk in. Noah observes as she greets everyone, saving Nick for last. There’s an aloof air to her, as if she’s trying to keep her distance, but it quickly fades when Nick speaks. He doesn’t know what the other man says, but whatever it is has her softening and opening her arms for him.

~~

He fucks her roughly after the gig, one hand buried in her hair, the other on her waist, fingers digging into her skin hard enough to bruise as he takes her from behind. She tightens around him so hard when she cums, moans buried in the sheets, Noah thinks he sees stars. It doesn't take long after that for him to follow her, sucking a mark into the skin of her shoulder as he releases into her. He pushes down the way his heart kicks in his chest when she lets him be the big spoon afterwards, letting him thread their fingers together to rest in front of her as they fall asleep. 

Noah wakes in the morning to fingers skimming along his chest, working a path downwards. Her voice is still soft with sleep when she whispers, "Is this okay?" Her fingers skirt closer and closer to where he wants her touch before pulling back, chuckling when he takes her hand and places it near the base of his cock. 

"It's absolutely okay," his words cut off when she leans down, taking him into her mouth. It's a quick movement, just enough to get him wet before she straddles his thighs. Wrapping a hand around his cock, he holds himself steady so she can sink down onto him. Noah can hear the breath catch in her throat when he bottoms out, and he watches her eyes close as she circles her hips. Feeling entranced, he watches her move, head falling back to the pillow when she plants her hands on his chest, lifting her hips as she rides him. 

One of his hands travels up and down her thigh, reveling in the feel of her skin under his while the other holds her at the waist. His eyes zero in on the finger shaped bruises he must have left last night and when he presses his thumb into one of the dark spots, she hisses, her inner muscles clenching around him. Noah thinks she might like a bit of pain, with the way she moans when he does it again. It's information he files away, possibly to be explored at a later time and he understands now why Nick keeps hooking up with her when he's not seeing someone; if Noah had the time, he'd keep her in bed as long as possible, find all the ways he could make her gasp and moan.  

But they don't have that kind of time, so he plants his feet, giving himself leverage to lift his hips to meet every downstroke of hers. She cums with a gasp when he brings his thumb to rub her clit, tightening around him to trigger his own climax. Her hair falls in a curtain around them as she rests her forehead against his, their breath mingling together as they come down. Both of them gasp when she grinds against him one last time before lifting off him to collapse at his side. He waits until his breath is fully under control before turning to face her. "That was a nice way to wake up.”

"Yes it was," she says as she stretches, and he can't help but lightly pinch one of her nipples when it makes its way into his eye line. Holly sucks in a breath, huffing a laugh when she pushes his hand away. There's a blush forming on her cheeks when she speaks, propping herself on an elbow to look at him. "How would you feel about grabbing some breakfast with me this morning?”

That she wants to spend more time with him stirs something in his chest and Noah can feel himself smile when he replies, "I think I could make room for breakfast… could even invite Nick. I'm sure he'd like to spend some time with you." Which might have been the wrong thing to say as he watches her face fall at the mention of their friend. "Or not… Did something happen between you two?" 

He's curious, especially when her face shutters closed, whatever emotion she’s feeling hidden from him. "Nothing happened," is all he gets, but her voice waivers. 

"You sure? Because it seemed like he didn't know you were coming. He actually seemed pretty surprised when I told him." 

Her eyes narrow when she looks at him, a hard edge in her voice, "I'm sure. There's nothing going on… I don't need to tell him everything I do." 

And wow, he knew she was a spitfire, but if this is a taste of her anger, he never wants to be caught in it. His hands go up in mock surrender. "Okay… okay. I'll drop it. So breakfast?" 

They make a plan to meet in the lobby after they both clean up and he takes the time to text Nick when she slips into the bathroom. It's funny how Nick says almost the same thing as Holly when he asks—nothing's going on. It's bullshit and they all know it, but Noah seems to be the only one willing to call them out on it. As he passes Nick in the hallway after saying goodbye to Holly, he wills him to fix it. 

Relief washes over Noah when he exits the elevator into the lobby 20 minutes later and Nick is with Holly. He takes a minute to observe them before interrupting; Noah doesn't know what they talked about, but it seems to have smoothed things between them. He watches Nick laugh at something she says and watches him pull her body into his as she joins in. As happy as he is that things seem to be okay between them again, he's wondering when the other shoe is going to drop. How long is it going to take them to realize how much they want each other, and they're just wasting time looking for it in other people? He tries not to think about how long he has with her until then, putting a smile on his face as he makes his presence known.

~~

He’s falling for her. Much more than he expected was possible when they decided they wanted to keep hooking up when they could. It's not just the sex, although that is more than enough to keep him coming back to her. It's how she catches him off guard from time to time, keeps him on his toes with some of the shit that comes out of her mouth. Noah knew she had a wicked sense of humor, but it's nothing compared to the whole of her. 

<Noah> So. Should I tell them to put you on the list tonight?

<Holly> Hmmm.. Idk.

I might be busy this evening.

<Noah> Busy, huh?

<Holly> Yup.

<Noah> Too busy for me and Nick?

<Holly> For all you know, I could have a date tonight.

His heart drops into his stomach at that last message. She’s said nothing about seeing anyone else lately. And yeah, he knows they're not actually together… but still.

<Noah> A date?

<Holly> Just kidding.

I am, in fact, getting ready to hit the road.

<Noah> You're a little shit, you know that? 

<Holly> That I am. 

What are ya gonna do about it?

Spank me?

<Noah> Holly.

<Holly> Noah.

<Noah> Don't tempt me. 

I just might take you up on that offer, paint that pretty ass of yours red.

<Holly> … You should.

I'm into that shit.

Christ. This girl.

~~

They have limited time, Noah knows now. It's not obvious, unless you know what to look for, and he does. Nick gravitates towards her when she gets to town early and meets up with them at the rig. He knows Nick's girl is coming tonight, yet he's only got eyes for Holly. It’s not like Noah can blame him, because he knows he does too. But later, as he pulls Holly toward her car, he looks over his shoulder, watching Nick's girlfriend approach and all he can think is they might have less time than he thought. 

Noah has her as much as he can in the few hours they have before she has to drive home. He takes her apart with his tongue as soon as he gets her into the room he's got for the night; her pants cast off to the side, back shoved against the door, hips grinding against his face as she finds her pleasure. She cums with a gasp, her slick wetting his mouth, dripping onto his chin, and fuck, if she's not the best thing he's ever tasted. He presses kisses to the skin of one of her thighs, his thumbs rubbing comfortingly in the creases of her hips as she comes down. 

Her hands pat his shoulders, tugging the fabric of his shirt, "Hey, come up here," he goes willingly, letting her pull his mouth to hers. Fire heating in his gut when her tongue slides into his mouth, and he can’t wait any longer; he needs to be inside her, needs to bury himself so deep that she'll still feel him for days after. 

It's little work to shove his shorts and underwear and down before grabbing the back of her thighs, “C’mere Holls.” 

She jumps up, wrapping her thighs around his waist, letting him press her back against the door. They both gasp when he breaches her, the head of his cock splitting her open, and Noah has to close his eyes at the feel of her around him as he sheaths himself in her warmth. She’s so wet around him, so soft. His forehead falls to rest against hers as he tries to gather his wits before it turns embarrassing. Holly offers no help. Instead, her hips roll against his, searching for more. “Noah, please--,” her breath moves across his face as he plants his feet, rolling his hips back before rocking forward, causing her to suck in a sharp breath when he bottoms out, inner muscles squeezing his shaft. 

Fuck. He can’t help but pick up a sharp, rough rhythm, one that seems to press her harder into the door with every thrust. Holly gives as good as she gets, driving him closer to the edge when her hands bury themselves in his hair, fingers tightening on the short strands, hips rolling up into his as much as they can with their position. The heat in his gut is spreading, and it's only a matter of time before it spills over. “Holly,” he gasps, “Holls,” he tries again. “Touch yourself, please. Need you to cum again.”

One hand removes itself from his hair, fingers coming to rub at her clit and she whimpers, tightening around him. Using the grip on his hair, she brings his mouth back to hers, letting him swallow her cry as she falls apart around him. His grip tightens on her thighs, fingers digging into soft skin and he fucks into her once, twice more before his vision whites out. He groans into her mouth as he spills into her, hips jerking with the force of his release. 

Breathless, they pull apart, his head coming to rest against her shoulder while her fingers play with his hair. Once he feels his breathing return to something resembling normal, he pulls her away from the door. She squeals, arms coming around his neck, pussy clenching around his sensitive cock where he’s still buried in her. It's a miracle he makes it to the bed without dropping her, although he stumbles right before they get there, both of them laughing as the bed catches their fall. His heart swells at the sight of her under him against the sheets, mouth curved in a smile. 

There’s finger-shaped bruises already forming on her thighs when he rolls to his back, pulling one of them across his body while her hands trace the planes of his chest through his shirt. He just had her, but he can’t keep his hands to himself, doesn’t want to. His hand skims up and down her thigh, fingers tracing over the blemishes he’s left. She shudders when he applies pressure and he can’t help but ask, “You like it a little rough, don’t you?”

Holly’s hands still from their perusal of his chest, a blush forming on her cheeks when she looks up at him, “Not all the time,” she remarks. “But sometimes it’s nice to have a reminder of this, after you’ve left.” 

The feeling in his chest is back, the one Noah tries so desperately to ignore most of the time. He clears his throat, hoping to loosen its hold before asking, “And the comment about me spanking you?” He lets his hand travel all the way to her backside, fingers drumming against her ass. The smile that forms on her face is almost shy, even as she pushes back into his hand. 

“I meant that too.” She remarks, eyes sliding closed when he caresses the skin with purpose, hissing when his touch wanders close to her center. “I understand if you’re not into it, it's not a deal breaker.”

Noah can’t help but smirk at that because, fuck, this girl, “Now, I seem to recall saying that I would paint this pretty ass of yours red if I needed to.” She hisses when he lets his fingers brush across her folds before making their path back up. He’s pulling his hand back, bringing it swiftly down to smack against her before he even has time to really think about it. Gasping, her eyes pop open and she eyes him with disbelief, whimpering when he kneads the sensitive patch of skin. “One of these times, we’ll see just how much you can take, huh,” he whispers, “But for now, I wanna see if I can get you to cum again.” Pushing her onto her back, he opens her to his gaze, fingers tracing an invisible pattern up her inner thigh, working their way to her cunt. 

Two fingers enter her easily, her hips raising to chase them when he pulls back, and she cries out when they plunge back into her heat at the same time he brings his free hand down to smack at her thigh. He can feel her getting wetter around his fingers, even more so when he curls them, stroking a spot behind her clit that has her crying out for him. She rides his fingers, keeping time with the rhythm he’s set and he knows she’s close, just needs an extra push. His thumb runs across her lips, and her mouth opens for it easily, sucking on the digit as it strokes along her tongue. Pulling it free, he brings it to her clit, rubbing circles over the bundle of nerves; he feels it when she cums, cunt spasming around his fingers, her slick dripping a path from his hand to land on the duvet beneath them. Her mouth falls open and he can’t stop himself, dipping his head down to kiss her, shoving his tongue into her mouth and despite the orgasm working through her, she sucks on it without his prompting. 

She pulls back from his mouth to suck in a breath, and all he can think as he takes in her flushed face and heaving chest is that Holly is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Noah’s hard again and he has to have her, just one more time, before she leaves. “Can you go again?” He asks, his hand cupping her face, thumb stroking her cheek. His blood turns hot when she nods, the word please falling from her lips like a plea. Spreading her thighs a little more, he settles between them, tugging off his shirt and pulling her up to do the same to hers. Pushing down the cups of her bra, he ducks his head, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth, tongue flicking the sensitive bud while his fingers twist and pinch the other. 

His teeth scrape along her nipple when he pulls his mouth from her, rising to get a look at her while he takes himself in hand, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit before letting it dip down to her opening. He gives her no warning before he pushes in, burying himself to the hilt in one go, watching how her eyes widen just a fraction at the stretch. Pulling his hips back, his eyes catch on where they’re joined, and he watches as his cock slides out of her, shiny with her essence, before he rolls his hips forward, filling her completely again. Noah has discovered she likes deep, full thrusts, and that's exactly what he gives her. His attention’s pulled from where they're joined when she whimpers his name. "What is Holly? What do you need?" 

He cups her cheek briefly, hand sliding down to her throat when she grabs his wrist. "Is this what you want?" Heat grows in his gut when Holly nods, a yes leaving her mouth in a quiet whisper while she bares the expanse of her throat to his hand. She grows wetter around him as his grip tightens, the clench of her pussy making him groan. Noah watches her face once he knows he's restricted her air, looking for any signs of discomfort, but there are none. Just a look of what he could almost call bliss and while her mouth falls open in search of air, she doesn’t fight it. When his other hand pinches her nipple again, rolling it between his fingers as he lets go of her throat, she cums. Noah groans, reveling in the feel of her coming undone as air floods her lungs. He brings his face in close, pressing a kiss to the edge of her mouth before covering it with his, letting her swallow the grunt that bursts forth when he spills into her. 

Noah's reluctant to leave her warmth, and Holly seems to feel the same with the way she follows him when he pulls out, fitting into his side as he rolls to his back. He doesn't know how long they lay like that, nestled together, legs tangled on top of the hotel sheets. All he knows is that it doesn't feel like enough when her alarm goes off, signaling the end of their time together. Noah watches as she goes around the room, collecting her clothing before disappearing into the bathroom. He dislikes the weight that’s sinking into his chest when he thinks of however much time it's going to be until he can see her again. 

When she comes back to the main part of the room, she's wearing his shirt, and by the look on her face, he knows he's not getting it back soon. Although she's not a small woman, the shirt nearly swims on her frame. "I'm taking this with me," she quips, a satisfied smirk growing on her face. "You can get it back the next time we see each other." 

Noah can't help but laugh. "Already coming up with a way to see me again, huh?" Standing from the bed, he grips part of his shirt, using it to pull her closer to him. "You know," he says, moving to cup her face, so he can tilt it up to his, "you could have just said so, no plan needed."

The smirk is still there, but it seems softer, somehow. "I know, but this way is more fun. Besides, I might even send you a picture of two… just so you know the shirt is being looked after."

God. This girl. 

"Now that you mention it, I do like this shirt, I'm going to need plenty of reassurances that it's being taken care of." Noah can't help but kiss her, mouth slotting over hers while he tries to hold in the feeling blooming inside. Later, as he watches her go, he really hopes this isn't the last time they're together like this.

He can't help the dread that makes itself known at the base of his spine when Nick shows up, fresh from a breakup and needy. This side of Nick is always fun, the more desperate version of his friend who, most of the time, seems so composed. And Noah can’t help but tease him a little, use the thought of Holly to drive him over the edge. 

He means what he says, though. Holly isn't his girlfriend, and he's not jealous… not really. But if he's honest, Noah doesn't quite know where this leaves him.

Part Two

#noah sebastian/ofc #nick ruffilo/noah sebastian #rpf #bandom fic #bad omens rpf #noah sebastian #nick ruffilo #nicholas ruffilo #smut fic #bad omens fanfiction

[straykidsnerd255]

hey!! How are you? If it's not too much trouble, can you make a hc where the Y/N of Saga, Kanon, Shaka, Camus, Mu and Milo is like Scaramouche/Wander from Genshin Impact? A puppet abandoned by his creator god, deceived and used, before he was naive and kind with a sharp and irascible tongue, who came to erase himself from the world to try to change his past and now tries to improve as a person

You sure can! I apologize if it is short, and hope that you enjoy it!

Saga:

When he first found you, he was confused. You were alone, anger written all over your face, but there was sadness that he could see.

“What are you doing out here alone? Are you waiting for someone?” he asked. 

You looked him up and down before tilting your head so your hat covered your face. 

“No. I hate everyone.” You said and simply turned around so your back was facing the man. 

Saga rolled his eyes before sitting down next to you. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow before sighing. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m not gonna leave you alone. Not out here anyway.” He replied. 

After some time, you started to open up to him. You told him everything about you and your past. 

He wrapped his arms around you and promised to never leave your side. And He never once, left your side.

Shaka:

He was a pretty closed-off person himself. He didn’t like being around people and enjoyed being alone.

When he found you, laying in the grass, your giant hat sitting to the side of you, he couldn’t help but be curious. 

He waited for you to wake up and when you did, let's just say that you got spoked and he got spoked as well. 

When you finally deemed him worthy of your trust, you told him everything about you. Your past, how you were betrayed by the one person you thought would never betray and hurt you. 

Shaka was angered that someone could deceive and betray you. So he took you in. He promised that he would never be like that person.

He never left you alone. He was always in sight and always had you in sight. He could see you slowly making a change in your life and smiled when he finally saw you smile.

Kanon:

He is pretty much in the same boat as you. He was betrayed by someone that he thought cared about him but that didn’t last long.

When he found you laying in the grass, arms behind your head and your eyes closed, the breeze pushing your hair into your face he knew that you had been betrayed just like he has. 

Don’t ask him how he knows this he just knows. When he approached, your eyes snapped open and you sat up before jumping to your feet. 

“Who are you and what do you want?” You snapped. 

Kanon put his hands halfway up in the air to show he wasn’t a threat but that didn’t deter you one bit. 

You glared at him before you finally sighed in annoyance and sat down next to him.

Before long, you and Kanon grew close to each other. You told him about your past, and he told you about his past. 

You stuck by his side as you slowly began to change the way you were.

Mu:

When he first met you, he was completely stunned. Not only was your clothing extravagant, but you were also in a whole other league compared to him. 

You had the urge to not trust him but something about him just said that you could trust him. 

He offered you a place to stay til you could find somewhere you could live. He was very sweet and kind to you. 

You were not used to the amount of kindness that wafted from this man. You have never received such kindness in your whole life. 

You finally gained the courage to tell Mu about your past and how you were betrayed but you always wanted to change. 

Mu’s smile was all the motivation that you needed to begin your journey that would change your life for the better. 

Milo:

When you first met Milo, you both butted heads for a while. You had one opinion and he had a different one.

You both could never agree on something 

As days turned into months and months turned into years, you slowly began to open up to Milo. You told him about your pains and your struggles. 

You hoped that he would be someone to help you and not like those who had promised help and never helped you. 

Milo felt hurt well up in his heart when you told him of your troubles. He pulled you into a hug to which you squeaked in shock but returned the hug. 

“You won’t be alone again. I will never leave your side. What is there that I can help you with?” He asked, his eyes holding determination as he asked. 

You smiled. “I need and want help to be a better person. I want to forget my past. I want to start a new life.” You told him.

Camus:

He was already a cold and calculating person but when he met you, he changed a bit. 

Camus could see that something had happened to you before you found your way into his life and he was going to figure that out. 

It took a lot of work to earn your trust and when he did, you slowly began to open up to him. 

You told him of how you were betrayed by the one person you thought would never hurt or betray you.

You told him that you wanted to start over. A fresh start to a new life. You wanted to forget your past.

Camus watched you grow from being so quiet and secluded to loud, happy, and laughing. A smile brightened on your face and it melted him.

You had changed a lot and Camus couldn’t have been prouder.

#Saint seiya #fluff/angst #Female reader #Anon #requested #Saga x female reader #Kanon x female reader #Shaka x female reader #Camus x female reader #Mu x female reader #Milo x female reader

[nanaloveswo-men]

"Your chicken is wearing my necklace"

Hello! As you guys can already imagine, I'm a non native english, so I'm kind of insecure to post this.

I didn't even finish my english course, still, my love for writing made me do this.

I'm sorry for all the mistakes, take easy on me pls 😩

This is a MarcoxReader fic, and I don't remember to put any pronouns, so, everyone can read this.

I love this piece, Marco and Ace are a good pair of friends to write about (except that Ace isn't a human here 👀)

Hope you guys like, I'm excited to write more stories like this one.

Word count: 1,1k

Your life changed to hell since your new neighboor moved to the house next door.

The neighborhood who used to be calm and silent turned into a caos. It looks like the blond man has lots of brothers and they really like to have fun, conclusion: every.fucking.day. they throw a party. For someone like you that have to wake up early in the morning, being his neighboor is just torture.

Honest, you tought that things couldn't get worse, spoiler, you were wrong. The man, - later discovery as Marco - has a chicken. Yes, a chicken. Not a dog, not a cat or even a little pig. He has a chicken, a loud one.

The animal was a pain in the ass, how you know this? Simple, on a beutiful saturday - one you would sleep til noon - your peaceful dram was interruped because of a persistent noise comin from your bedroom's window. The fucking chicken was knocking on the glass, its beak hitting with no stoping, in your head you could hear the animal laughing at your anger.

Later that day you found out the chicken had a name, Ace, and for Marco, Ace was part of the family, so he made sure that you would remember the thing's name, but the only thing that stuck in your mind was that you hated both of them. Never before in your whole life you wanted to eat chicken wings more than in that moment.

After that event you decided to just igoner your new neighboor and his stupid pet. Unhappy, sometimes things don't go as planned.

[...]

You were reciving a mail package when you saw it, better, when you saw he, Ace. He was peacefully walking on the sidewalk, more calm then you ever saw, "strange", you thought. Looking around searching for Marco, you didn't found him, even tough his front door was open.

Minding your own bussiness, you didn't give a shit about neither of them, just listening to the mailman and waiting to get your package. When you less expected, Ace passed by you just like the wind, running directly to your living room and almost dropping you to the floor.

You stayed frozen by the door, you couldn't believe that the chicken had entered in your house. When you finally could think straight, you quickly thanked the mailman and started to chase Ace, lefting your packgcage on the porch.

You ran as fast as you could, screaming all the words that came to your mind.

"Fucking chicken, I'm gonna eat you alive!"

Ace jumped onto the sofa, searching something between the cushions.

"Get out of there, you jerk!" - you said, calmly getting near the couch, trying to not scare him away.

When you were almost catching Ace, he hid himself in the middle of the bunch of cushions and pillows that you have.

Silence.

For some seconds everything stayed silence, you standing frozen trying to see where the chicken was.

All you could see was a orange thing jumping out of the couch, running directly to your bedroom's hallway. When you tried to run after him, you hit your toe against the wall, grumming loud.

"Fuuck" - you grabbed you feet, bending your body down.

Even with your pain, you still could hear Ace running, ignoring everything, you went to him again, this time finding him in your bedroom.

He was there, the little devil sitting on the top of your bed, really calm, like he wasn't causing trouble everywhere just some seconds ago.

"I'm going to kill you" - these were your lasts words before you to entered in a full fight, you trying to catch Ace, and him trying to run away.

When you both weren't expecting, a laugh come to the door, Marco. He was standing there, laughing like his chicken wasn't making a hell in your life.

You were mad. Very mad.

"MARCO! Get your fucking chicken before I make him my dinner!"

He still had the courage to laugh more in your face, almost curving his body down.

"Ok, ok, no need to get violent, yoi" - he moved his hand in a tentative to calm you down, spoiler, it didn't work.

Ace, more than happy, jumped into Marco's arms, he was enjoying the fact tha he was alive to see one more day.

"At least he is scary now" - you thought.

Seconds had passed when you finally notice something.

"Wait, how did you get inside my house?" - was your question.

"Well, the door was kind of open, and I heard some screams, so I entered, afterall, I couldn't let my neighboor get hurt right?"

You were ashamed now, if Marco could hear your screams, then the neigboor could hear them too. You're face was red now.

"I'm not going to thank you, if it's that what you are waiting".

"Trust me, I wasn't waiting for that" - he answered, with a smile on his stupid face. - "Well, I think that I should be sorry now - you just agreed with your head - "So, why don't you let me take you to a coffee?It's date"

Your face that was red before, now was on flames. You couldn't believe he was flirting with you in this moment, and apparently, Ace couldn't believe this too, he was moving his little head to Marco and then to you really quick.

Talking about the chicken, you looked right to his face, wondering if you should accept or not, Marco was a cool guy afterall, and you couldn't deny that his lazy voice and smirk make you hot.

"Marco."

"Yes?"

"Your chicken is wearing my necklace"

"Is this a weird way to say that you're going to the coffee?

"No, your chicken is really wearing my necklace!"

Marco immediately turn Ace to fit him, and he saw, a beutiful red pearl necklace in his neck. Marco tried, he really tried, but he couldn't stop the laugh that was inside his mouth.

"I'm sorry about that, I'm sure he wasn't trying to steal it"

Marco was surprised by your own laugh, but what could you do? You didn't see this everyday, a chicken wearing a necklace, so you just let the moment happen, the blond, Ace and you just enjoying.

"He can stay with necklace, I think it suits his orange head, but you'll have to take me to a good coffee."

"It's a deal."

You got a good date and Ace got a pearl necklace.

I sorry about the drawing

#art #one piece #marco the phoenix #marco #fushichou marco #marco one piece #ace one piece #marco the pineapple #one piece x reader #marco x reader #marco the phoenix x reader