Something something Lokeanism and Discordianism, something something the American inclination to latch onto chaos deities in a way that the cultures that originated them never did, something something Alfred practices spirituality in a way that is chaotic to the point of being absolutely incomprehensible to other nations
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i'll tell you what converted me to being all-in on keeping cats indoors only:
living for a year and a half in a rural area with a sudden feral cat colony explosion on the property.
i moved in with my folks for a bit and at that time, one (1) stray cat mama had taken up residence on the property, but was too feral to let my mother anywhere near her. but especially after she brought three kittens around, mom fed her and the kittens in hopes they'd grow trusting enough she could catch for spay and neuter at the minimum. momcat stayed mean and hella wary, but the kittens would hang around a little nearer and play with my mom via long stick, but still wouldn't come close enough to touch or catch.
unfortunately, two of the three kittens were girls and started having kittens of their own before further progress was made, shortly after i moved in. and that was pretty much instant doom.
there were so many kittens. SO MANY. multiple litters. every time we turned around, more kittens.
we fed them. we hunted for and located the kittens every time anywhere on the property and would move them to a repurposed doghouse anytime a mama cat had them somewhere else, so that they could grow up human-socialized and we could spay/neuter them when they were old enough. (also it was a handy tactic to push the issue of the mamas getting more used to/trusting of us themselves. only really worked with one of them, though.)
and we watched them die.
we watched litter after litter of kittens never make it to the age they could be spayed or neutered. the moms stayed, for the longest time, too skittish to more than briefly touch, much less catch and crate for a vet visit.
it sounds like a silly joke to say i have kitten-related ptsd, but i absolutely do.
too many goddamn times i'd walk out of the garage and find the carport and gravel drive strewn with tiny bodies. others simply went missing, never to be found.
one in particular, i wish i hadn't found, and the visual literally haunts me still, almost a decade later.
i saw so many kittens die of snake bite, spider bite, wild dogs, birds of prey, hit by cars, respiratory illness, covered in fleas and eyes crusted with infection.
and we loved them all. scrimped for antibiotics if the vet could be convinced to give it to us despite our being unable to bring them in. bought flea collars and ointments. we cared for them and fed them and petted them and played with them, brushed their fur and cleaned up their little faces, put ice in their water in hot summer, rigged a heating lamp in their house in the winter.
and they died. horribly. that property is pocked with unmarked graves of kittens and cats.
all the best intentions, not enough resources, and it didn't matter anyways because the population went from three to almost twenty (at times, over thirty) in the blink of an eye.
they died and died and died. our hearts broke over and over again. the stress and anxiety wore us down like sandpaper. i think, by the end of it all, we managed to find less than 10 of them all homes, including batman the disabled kitten i found a home across the country through tumblr.
it was carnage and tragedy, frankly. and we were helpless.
it only ended because they started dying faster than they could be born, and because we finally caught the two remaining mom cats in traps and got them spayed.
the points about outdoor cats being invasive predators devastating to local wildlife populations is true and valid and important.
but i know cat people, and cat people who don't know better than to let cats outdoors. what matters to you is the cat itself, generally. the cat being happy and taken care of.
keeping cats outdoors, letting them outdoors, is not taking care of the cats. it's not protecting them. it's not giving them any happiness or invigoration that couldn't be provided to them as indoor-only pets with just a little research and effort.
they die. they get ill. they get hurt. they're at risk of predators, and cars, and disease, and carelessly cruel children and deliberately cruel adults. they're at risk of disappearing on you because someone else saw a cat outdoors and intervened to give it a better, safer life not in conflict with the local environment.
and if that offends and angers you that someone would just take a cat they saw roaming outdoors, even collared, and that it sounds like i'm endorsing that, i am, but not if you intervene and be that person yourself for your own cat.
if what matters to you is doing right by your cat because it's family and a living creature whose happiness and health and safety is important to you,
keep them indoors. not part time. always. exclusively.
edit: since apparently i need to clarify this, i'm saying cats should live inside, that they should not live outdoors, even part time. visiting the outdoors supervised on a leash or in an enclosed catio is not the same as even part-time living outside, and i am certainly not advocating against it.
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Practice On Me — Part Three — Azriel x Reader
Summary: It’s not an Illyrian party without at least one person starting a fight. Azriel is a jealous little shit. Y/N wants to put the smile right back on his face.
(I really don’t want to ruin this chapter for u but I finished writing it and all I could hear was Camilla Cabello in my head singing “I’llll be hooome for chwismois” — you’ll see why)
Word count: 6.2k
Warnings: Some fiiiilthy language. 18+, NSFW, smut, minors dni 🌶️
It’s not that you and the others are trying to take advantage of Rhysand’s mother’s absence. But having an empty property at your disposal definitely comes in handy.
Particularly on nights like these, two weeks later, when the cottage is packed full with more people than it can reasonably host. There’s drinking and conversation and faces you don’t even recognise, and someone has brought Elpys Vine, a herb grown by someone’s sketchy great uncle on the continent that’s supposed to make you hallucinate.
Judging by the empty chair that a male opposite you keeps winking at, you think it’s probably having the desired effect.
The spot next to you dips down as Azriel takes a seat at your side. He hands you a drink, and so naturally, his arm drapes around your shoulders. It’s comforting — and also a relief, to know that things are still normal after what happened on this very couch two weeks earlier. Not a slither of awkwardness.
But your eyes have most definitely been snagging on every unfamiliar female around you and wondering if one of them could be the target of Azriel’s affections. If Kaeda is here tonight, he hasn’t said so.
Part of you wants to ask, and part of you…doesn’t. For whatever reason.
“This is definitely already way out of hand.” Az comments, cocking an eyebrow as he takes in the volume of people packed into the small space. “I thought it was supposed to be a small gathering.”
“That’s what Cassian told me, too.” You say, and then curiosity gets the better of you. You try to make it seem casual as you study the various females dotted throughout the room. “Is Kaeda here?”
Azriel’s eyes find yours, and he gives a small shake of his head. “No.”
“You didn’t invite her?”
“I didn’t invite anyone. That was Cassian’s job.”
You heave a very dramatic sigh indeed. Sometimes, Azriel is his own worst enemy.
Not that you’ve minded helping him so far — not at all. But surely there must come a point where he directs all he’s learnt at the intended person.
“I will make my move.” He tells you. “I’m just…not quite there yet. Still working on it.”
Fair enough, you suppose. Before you can say anything else, Cassian is suddenly slumping haphazardly into the space at your other side. One of Azriel’s shadows snakes out and clasps your drink before it can slosh down your front.
“Time for a game.” Cassian calls to the room, and you want to groan. Games with Cassian usually ensure chaos. “Let’s play Knife Point.”
There are enough enthusiastic responses that you know your reluctance will be wildly outnumbered. Knife Point is a game that’s used as a ruse to kiss as many people as you like — something you delighted in at fifteen, when kissing was still new to you, but you don’t feel quite the same excitement five years later. It’s pretty simple: a knife is placed in the centre of the table, and the players gather round. One-by-one, everyone takes their turns spinning the knife, and whoever the point settles on when it stops is who the spinner must kiss.
Basic, really. But Cassian loves kissing people.
You and Azriel share a look — one that says he’s no more excited for this than you are. And then you both crack a grin and settle into your seats, because you’ll always go along with Cassian’s shenanigans, even if you complain about them first.
“It seems only fair that the future high lord starts us off,” Cassian says, and slams a dagger down on the coffee table with unguarded enthusiasm. He grins at Rhys, who’s sat in an adjacent armchair with a curvy redhead on his lap. “Rhysand, darling — would you do the honours?”
Rhys flutters thick, dark lashes and gently removes the female from his thigh. “It would be my pleasure.”
The room watches closely as he spins the knife in a sleek way that has a few gazes heating. It spins fast, and then slows, slows, before landing on a female to his right whose name you don’t know. He angles himself towards her, and the smile he gives her most definitely has her falling head-over-heels in love, and the heated kiss he lands on her mouth most definitely has her falling head-over-heels in lust. She looks genuinely heartbroken when it comes to an end.
But then it’s her turn, and she’s kissing Jonan, an ex-fling of yours, and then Jonan is kissing Cassian, and then Cass is spinning the dagger and it’s pointing at you.
Your friend bellows a comical shriek of delight and jumps up so enthusiastically that this time, Az’s shadows can’t stop your drink from spilling. Cass is utterly oblivious as he turns to you with a wicked grin, holding his arms out.
“Come here, sweetpea.” He uses the nickname he’s called you for as long as you can remember. “Come make all my heated dreams come true.”
You snort, handing Az what remains of your drink and pushing to your feet. You intend to deliver a quick peck to Cassian’s lips, but so typically, he clasps your face with enough force to lift you from the floor, and his mouth lands heavily on yours.
Immediately, a chorus of jeers and laughs ring out around the circle. Cassian’s huge hand cups your jaw, and he kisses you like you’ve seen him kiss countless males and females before. It doesn’t matter that you’re his friend, an old comfort blanket — he gives you the exact same energy he gives them. He doesn’t do things by halves.
And the kiss certainly isn’t bad, if not a little strange. You can think of far worse people to be doing this with right now.
It goes on a little longer than necessary, and when you feel it deepen, feel Cassian’s tongue probing yours, you break away. Make a dramatic show of grimacing and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
“Damn.” Jonan snorts. “You didn’t kiss me like that, Cass.”
Cass smirks. “You’re not half as pretty, nor half as arousing.”
They squabble, and the game continues, and you slump back down by Azriel’s side, already tuning out the noise. You turn to retrieve your drink, only to find Az draining the rest of it.
“Hey.” You knock your arm against his. “I was going to finish that.”
He stares forward, not even looking at you as he quietly replies, “I figured you were too busy.”
Your face creases into a frown as you take in the stiff, rigid set of his body. He’s damn near hunched in that corner of the couch, and it can’t be comfortable with how his wings are a little squished, but it seems almost as if…as if he’s trying to put some space between you.
You try not to think too much about it as you return your attention to the game once more. The knife continues spinning and people continue kissing, and only once does the blade point in Azriel’s direction, to which he tersely announces he was never playing to begin with.
It’s that which makes you realise the reason behind his mood going south. He’s only just started exploring the art of kissing with you, only just started becoming comfortable with it. The last thing he’ll want to do is make a whole song and dance about it and kiss a near stranger in front of a group of people.
Combine that with his natural aversion to huge gatherings, and it makes sense, now, why he’s clutching your empty cup so tightly, and the muscle in his jaw keeps moving.
When everyone else is distracted, you place a hand on his arm.
“Why don’t we go for a walk?” You suggest. “Get some fresh air.”
But he barely looks at you. Just keeps staring forward. He shoots a quick, hard look in Cassian’s direction and rips it away just as fast.
“I’m fine here.” He says. “You knock yourself out.”
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You know Azriel well enough to know when his social tolerance is at an all-time-low, and being at a party is the worst possible thing for him.
He goes more and more into himself, his brooding, and he seems to emanate an invisible signal that warns people to stay far, far away. Not even the drunken, giggling females approach him. The Shadowsinger is in a dangerous mood, and it won’t take much to set him off.
He doesn’t seem all that interested in talking to you, either, given that all your attempts have been met with quiet, one-worded responses. And so, figuring he’ll come to you when he feels like it, you wander off to get yourself another drink, and you sink into the throes of the party.
At some point, you feel a warm touch on your forearm, and you turn to find Jonan there. He’s a damn nice male — for an Illyrian. A little cocky, maybe, but kind. Not the sexist brute that so many of them turn out to be. You and he had been two eighteen-year-olds, excited about exploring each other’s bodies and sex in general. Realistically, it was never going to go anywhere, but you ended things in good spirits, and you’ve very casually fallen into each other’s beds on a few occasions since.
Judging by the way his dark eyes drink you in, you’re sure he’s hoping that tonight will end in the same manner.
“I haven’t seen you in a while.” You say as you pull back from the hug he gives you.
His eyes seem to glimmer with flirtation. “Perhaps you haven’t been looking hard enough.”
You snort. “Or perhaps you don’t train close enough for us to run into each other all that often.”
That’s definitely it. The Illyrian males are sorted into different training groups based on a whole host of different things. Unsurprisingly, Rhys, Cassian and Azriel are in the most skilled group. Jonan is in a different one.
And it’s Jonan’s group, you know, that has just got back from a harsh training exercise that takes them away for weeks at a time. Which is the most likely cause of you having not seen him in passing.
Azriel’s group will be the next to go on one last training exercise before everyone breaks for the winter solstice. They’ll be setting off any day now, as soon as they’re called forth by their general. A few weeks without your three closest friends is a thought you don’t want to linger on.
“How was the training exercise?” You ask, genuinely interested. There will always be a part of you that wishes that was you, out there, putting your skills to use.
But you’re female. And females stay behind.
“Fucking brutal.” Jonan answers. “The weather is bad this year, so we were out there a week longer than we were supposed to be. My sleep pattern is still fucked.”
“Sounds like you need to relax.”
“Oh, I do.” His eyes trail down your body. “Perhaps you can help me with that.”
You open your mouth, not entirely sure what you mean to reply. All you know is that you’re not jumping at the offer of easy, mindless sex like you have done in the past.
But before you can respond, Jonan is stumbling forward, into you. Thanks to a huge, muscled body knocking into him.
He whips around to face Azriel, spilled drink forgotten in his hand. You didn’t even see Az‘s approach.
“Watch it, Shadowsinger.” Jonan narrows his eyes at him. “You almost knocked Y/N over.”
Azriel stops and eyes Jonan with clear dismissal. A rare, antagonising expression sits on his flawless features. “Are you talking to me?”
“Do you see any other shadowy fucks around here?”
One side of Azriel’s lips twitch up in satisfaction. So rarely does he waste his time looking for a fight, but he’s looking for one now — and has found one.
“What I see,” he says, and steps closer to Jonan, towering over him considerably, “is an irritating little cunt who’s in my way. Move.”
But Jonan doesn’t move. Like a typical Illyrian, he salivates at the prospect of a punch-up. He looks a little pathetic as he tries to square up against Az.
“Now, now, Azriel,” he sneers. “That’s no way to talk about Y/N, is it?”
And the mention of your name in Jonan’s mouth is all it takes for Azriel to launch himself at him. There’s not nearly enough room for this, and as he grabs Jonan by the front of his tunic and slams him against the wall, all sorts of surrounding objects go flying.
At once, everyone is turning to watch the confrontation. And so fucking typically, of all the people in the room, neither Rhysand nor Cassian are anywhere to be found.
Which means you’re dealing with this alone. Because nobody else will care to break this up.
You curse quietly and jump in just as Jonan goes to land a hit on Azriel’s jaw. He falters as you throw yourself between them as best as you can at the angle. It’s not great, but you manage to wedge an arm between them.
“Hey. Enough.” You snap, and it feels like all the times you’ve reprimanded the camp younglings. “Cut this out right now.”
Jonan scowls. And actually says, “He started it.”
It makes you never want to have sex with him again. Never have you been drier between your thighs.
“I don’t give a shit. It stops now.” You stare between them seriously, and then you’re firmly grasping Azriel’s arm. “Az, we’re leaving. Now.”
There’s a moment’s hesitation, like Azriel really, really does not want to give up the fight. But then he’s letting go of Jonan’s shirt, more or less dropping him to the floor.
“Fine by me.” Az fucking smirks at the male. “Enjoy the rest of your night.”
You don’t spare Jonan a single further look as Azriel grabs your hand and pulls you through the thralls of people, all disappointed at a fight not coming to fruition. But their attention is quickly stolen by something else, and you don’t look back as you and Az step out into the cold.
Az begins to walk as though the past minute never even happened. You’re quick to catch up to him and grab hold of his forearm.
“Hey.” Your breath clouds in front of your face in the cold night air. “What was that?”
Azriel shrugs. “It was nothing. He is nothing.”
“You—”
“It’s fucking freezing, Y/N. Can we just go?”
You stare back at him. The urge to pry more, demand an explanation, is a strong one. But it is freezing, and in this frame of mind, you’re not certain he’ll tell you anything, anyway. He’s in a strange mood — probably in anticipation of the upcoming training exercise. Perhaps unwisely, you decide to drop it.
“Go where?” You concede. The biting cold makes the decision to do so much easier.
“Dormitories. You can stay with me tonight.”
Dormitories is a very generous term for the limited accommodation that is offered to each training legion. Most of it sits unused, due to the majority of Illyrians preferring the harsh, toughening dwellings of tents and crumbling old houses in all extreme weathers. But a certain amount of small, draughty rooms are available, and Az tends to make use of his when the cottage begins to feel too crowded, and he needs a break from living on top of Rhys and Cass.
There’s no hammering droves of snow tonight, and you’ve patched up your boots enough to hopefully last you a little longer. A broad expanse of stars glimmers above you, making it a rather pleasant night for a stroll — or it would be, if not for the unavoidable presence of Azriel’s bad mood.
Your attempts at conversation are met with non-committal responses, and by the time you’re kicking through the peeling wooden door to the accommodation, you’re fucking exasperated.
Azriel can be very, very insufferable when he thinks himself into a foul mood.
You could go home, back to your father’s house — you certainly consider it as you follow Az into his cramped dwellings, but…you don’t know. You wouldn’t like to leave him like this. To walk away without seeing him crack a little smile. In nine years of friendship, you’ve never done so before. So you shut and lock the door behind you, and resign yourself to a very silent, very tense night.
You press your back against the door, watching as Azriel perches on the edge of the bed and removes his shoes. Through the walls, you hear the distinct sound of skin slapping against skin, and the building moans of a female close to climax. This miserable building is more often used as a place for a quick fuck than it is to actually sleep in.
But Az doesn’t seem to notice as he shrugs out of his clothing, quickly slipping on a pair of low-slung cotton sleeping trousers, and sprawls out across the mattress, wings fanning around him.
You’re not sure why you don’t move, at first. Or maybe you are.
Your gaze snags on the toned muscles of Azriel’s torso, and the smattering of dark hair that maps a line from beneath his bellybutton to what sits under his trousers. You’ve seen it countless times before, and yet you can’t stop staring.
Particularly when he stretches his arms above his head, and then drags a hand down his stomach. To him, it’s a subconscious act, but to you—
You can’t stop yourself zeroing in on his hand. The very hand that touched you and bathed you in a pleasure so stunning, so splintering, that you hadn’t dared to try and replicate it yourself since. Such inexperienced fingers had coaxed such expert sensations—
“Are you coming to bed?” Azriel’s voice drags you from your thoughts.
“…Right.” You clear your throat. “Yeah.”
“There’s a shirt for you in the armoire.”
You shuck off your clothes, digging out the tunic you often borrow from Az to sleep in. He barely spares you a glance, his eyes glued to the ceiling. You can’t help heaving a sigh as you pad over and slip beneath the blanket. The faelights wink out, and for a while, you both lie there in silence. It’s you who eventually breaks it.
“Are you going to tell me what that fight with Jonan was about?”
Az slings an arm above his head. “You were there. I’d hardly call it a fight.”
“No, I’d call it an overreaction.”
“Jonan’s an arrogant bastard and everyone knows it.”
He brooks no room for argument. And he’s not exactly wrong, either. You know Jonan gets himself into more brawls than the average person. But Az wasn’t exactly justified tonight.
But before you can think of a response, he says, quietly, “Sorry — if I ruined your night.”
You pause. And then roll onto your side, staring at his outline through the darkness. “You didn’t. I didn’t want to go to the party, anyway.”
There’s a tiny, soft snort. “Me neither.” He agrees. “But going along with Cassian’s ideas is the story of our lives.”
“That it is.”
Az says no more, does no more. And you…you hate it. Because it’s not simply that he’s sleepy and dozing off beside you. He’s just as awake as you are. And his mood is still heavy and tense.
You can’t stand it.
It’s perhaps against your better judgement that you inch closer to him, your mind already made up about how you might lift his spirits. It’s dangerous, because your arrangement has simply been about helping him, and he’s always been the instigator, knowing what he needs and when he needs it. Which he most certainly isn’t doing now.
But you would be helping him…in a way. And you can’t lie and say that it hasn’t bothered you, over the past two weeks, that you didn’t get to return the pleasure he gave you.
It would still be a learning experience. That’s what you tell yourself as you press against his side and drape your arm over his stomach.
Az pauses, but this isn’t unusual for the pair of you. You’ve cuddled like this plenty of times over the years — with your other friends, too. And so there’s no hesitation as he slides an arm beneath you and tugs you closer, his wing tucking you in.
You rest your head on his chest, and you murmur, “I don’t want you to go on the training exercise.”
You really, really don’t.
You always miss your friends when they’re sent away, but it seems…heavier, somehow, this time. Like there’s more between you to miss.
That…that is not a good thought to have.
You banish it from your mind rather than dwelling on it.
Az’s hand presses against your back. “I’ll be home in time for Solstice.”
You hear the unspoken promise in that statement; the one Azriel knows you need to hear. Because this isn’t just about simply missing his company.
Solstice is…hard for you, to say the least. Being holed up with your father, him drinking from the crack of dawn until he collapses in a chair by the fire. His unpredictable, volatile moods and tendency to pick at you over every tiny thing. It’s the time of year you rely on your friends the most, and you spend the entire day waiting for your father to pass out so you can sneak away and forget him for a while.
Azriel’s bare skin is so pleasantly warm, lulling you back to the present. You shelve your worries for the time being, press your cheek against his pectoral, and breathe in his frost-and-cedar scent. His wing drapes over you, cocooning the two of you in your own little world.
And there’s no better place than inside that world to ease some of Azriel’s tension. Bring the smile back to his lips.
“…Az?” You whisper, slowly gliding a hand over his stomach.
His body tenses beneath you. There’s a pause before he answers, “Yes?”
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing…” He clears his throat. “Nothing much. What are you thinking about?”
The question is an opening for you to stop this right here. You could return a similar, half-assed response, remove your hand from his stomach and go to sleep. Like any sensible, reasonable friend would do.
Or you could be honest.
You could tell Azriel that your close proximity has you thinking all about the magic of his fingers, the sensations he wrought from you. You could admit that it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve thought about it since it happened — not at all. You could tell him that you’re still a little stunned, because besides yourself, nobody has ever made you come that hard.
You could tell him how badly you want — need — to return the favour.
And never one to back down from a situation, however daunting, you do exactly that.
“I’m thinking…” you murmur, and your finger begins to just slightly trace lines over his stomach. Your touch is so light, and yet you feel his body react beneath you. “I’m thinking that there’s more I’d like to teach you about touching.”
A little breath escapes him. “Oh?”
“Mhm.” That finger of yours gets a little bolder, making bigger sweeps over his skin and dancing close to his waistband. “But this time, I want to touch you. You made me feel so good, Azriel. I want to make you feel good as well.”
“You…you don’t have to do that.”
Gods, you know you don’t. You know this situation has never been about him expecting anything from you. Just a friend helping a friend out. No big deal.
But who says you can’t both get something out of it?
“I know I don’t have to.” You answer him. Your hand stops its movements, and you stare up at him, your eyes accustomed enough to the dark to make out certain features. “And I won’t, if you don’t want me to. Do you want me to?”
A tiny, tiny little pause.
And then Azriel rasps, “Yes.”
It’s a guttural, gasping sound, and it’s so delicious that you want to swallow it.
You don’t hesitate in moving your hand up to his face. You angle it towards you. Slant your lips over his.
And you smile. There’s a mulled wine that Azriel far prefers drinking over the piss-poor ale that most males around here favour, and it’s not the first time you’ve tasted it on him. It’s pleasing to explore — the spices and berries and damp heat of his mouth a combination that coaxes you to slide your tongue between his lips.
Az seems pretty well comfortable with his kissing technique, now. He leans into it, not at all tentative, his tongue meeting the strokes of yours. And then he suddenly breaks away.
“I like—this.” He pants heavily, breath fanning your face. “I like doing this.”
The words make something glow inside you, because that is precisely what you want. This isn’t just about teaching him the technicalities of physical touch. It’s about liberating him from the barriers he’s built in his mind, and showing him how much he can enjoy it.
And your friend deserves that.
You plan to really show him.
You slide your hand over his hip and haul him closer, eliminating the tiny little gap that existed between your bodies. An act that makes him suck in a breath.
“If I do anything at all that you don’t like, you need to tell me, Az.” You stare at him. “Okay?”
He nods.
“I need your words. Swear it.”
“Gods, Y/N, I swear it.”
He kisses you this time.
He really does like doing that.
The kiss is hot and hungry, loitering on the precipice of being frenzied. Azriel’s hand slides to the back of your neck, his fingers kneading the skin there. A dim faelight blinks back to life, bathing the two of you in enough warm light to see each other. His tongue pushes past the seam of your lips.
But you don’t give him the chance to stroke at your mouth. There are a million other places you can think of kissing; a million other places you’re just as desperate to get your mouth on.
Your lips glide along Azriel’s jaw with the lightness of a breeze. He goes still, appearing to wait with bated breath to see what you’ll do next, and how it will feel. He’s never been kissed here before.
Nor at his neck. You kiss the skin gently, at first, and smile to yourself at the little breath that hitches in Az’s throat. Something told you he’d be amenable to neck kisses.
Indeed, he is, as you attach your lips to the column of his throat and suck.
It’s a soft ungh, this time, that escapes him. A noise of both surprise and delight. Perhaps he never before considered the sensitivity of the neck, how enjoyable it might be to be kissed there. It’s one of many things you want to be the one to teach him.
You suck and lave at the area until his stomach is caving beneath your hand, and then you’re moving on, dragging your mouth over his collarbone. Down to his pectoral.
His skin is hot but its taste is cold — cold, like his scent. Frost and snow, icy starlight, the whipping winds and thrill of flying. Gods, it’s all delicious, and you close your mouth over his nipple, desperate to taste more.
Azriel starts, his back arching just a little. Your eyes flit up to his as your tongue teases the peaked flesh.
“This okay?” You check, allowing your teeth to graze just a little.
“Yes.” Az breathes. “I never considered that that might feel good for—for a male, too.”
You smile, repeating the action, fastening your lips totally around the nipple and giving a gentle suck. It earns you another quiet sound in response.
But you don’t want quiet. You want to make your friend feel so good that he can’t keep a lid on those sounds. The muscles of his stomach are quivering under your palm, and you decide it’s unfair to make him wait any longer.
So as your tongue circles his nipple, you slip your fingers beneath the waistband of his trousers.
You’re careful, even though you know the sharp intake of breath is a positive one. Nobody’s hands but his own have ever ventured here. You want him to be aware of every touch, every feeling.
Your fingers skate over the dusting of fine, coarse hair. And lower. And then your hand is on his cock.
The mere weight of your touch drags a breathless little noise from Azriel’s throat. And you pause.
Azriel is big, even by Illyrian standards.
From touch alone, you can feel its length, its thickness. You’re not entirely sure you can fit him in your hand, let alone anywhere else.
But gods are you willing to try.
You take your time exploring every detail, starting at the smooth, swollen head — already leaking a droplet of moisture —and circling its rim with your finger. Azriel’s hips jerk, and you smile, removing your mouth from his nipple to kiss further down,
“Still doing okay?” You ask, coasting your lips over his ribs. The pads of your fingers stroke over the head of his cock slowly, casually.
But there is absolutely nothing casual about Az’s voice as he grounds out, “I’m doing great.”
“Want me to keep going—”
“Please.” The word escapes his mouth before you can even finish the sentence. “Please.”
You smile, and you scoot lower down his body, giving yourself the perfect angle to explore the muscles of his abdomen with your mouth, your tongue.
It allows you to feel the exact moment you glide your palm down the length of Azriel’s cock, following the long, jagged vein.
Gods, it feels like it goes on forever.
The skin is velvety, smoothing over every vein, every bump and ridge. You explore it all, as much for your enjoyment as for his. You can’t imagine what it must be like to feel it sliding in and out of you, hitting a spot so deep inside you that you’d have to bite the mattress—
A thought you should not be having. It isn’t going that far.
And there’s a twinge of disappointment at that fact. But now isn’t the time for disappointment.
You trace the length of Azriel’s cock all the way down to his balls, and he’s trembling beneath you. You tug at his trousers, whisper, “Can I pull these down?”
It might be silly to ask, given that your hand is already well beneath the fabric. But you want him to have a choice in everything.
So when he gives a firm nod and lifts his hips for you, you tug the cotton trousers down, peeling them easily from his hips.
Azriel’s cock springs up. And it…it might just be the most perfect cock you’ve ever seen.
You damn near moan at the sight of it.
But before the sound can escape you, you smother it by pressing your lips to Azriel’s stomach. You kiss the skin, lap at it, graze your teeth over it. And your hand returns to his hardened length.
Finally — fucking finally — you wrap your hand around him.
Azriel makes a gasping sound at your touch, his hips canting up into your hand. He’s so responsive to your touch that you have to clench your thighs together to ignore your own arousal. This is about him. Entirely about him.
It’s about him as you slowly begin to pump his shaft, peppering kisses down and down until you’re at his hip. It’s about him as you squeeze gently and hear the hitching of his breath.
“So responsive,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his hip.
“Is that—gods—” He hisses between his teeth as you pump a little faster, “—is that a good thing?”
“Very good, Az. I want to know that you’re enjoying it.”
“I am. Fuck, Y/N, I am.”
“Good.” Another kiss lands on his skin. “You’re doing so good for me.”
The praise drags another noise from the depths of his throat — the loudest he’s made so far. You don’t know whether he’s simply gaining in confidence, or whether he’s losing control. Maybe both. Hopefully both.
And you think you might lose control, too. Watch with rapt fascination as the head of his cock leaks, and it’s swelling, thickening in your hand, and you know he’s not going to last much longer.
You really want to taste him before he falls off the edge.
“Holy gods,” Azriel pants, his teeth biting into his lower lip. “Y/N, I don’t think I’m gonna last.”
“Don’t fight it.” You lick your lips. “Can I put my mouth on you?”
The question makes him fucking groan, and he chokes out an affirmative response, his cock rutting into your hand. You know he’s close, and you want him to finish. Preferably on your tongue.
And when you slide your mouth onto his cock, you know that’s going to happen.
You hollow your cheeks, sucking him into your mouth as much as you can.
Azriel shouts, his head falling back, eyes screwed shut. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
You suck on him, tongue tracing the length of the vein that’s beginning to throb. He doesn’t seem to be aware of the way he slides his hands into your hair, his hips rolling.
“Y/N,” he pants, your name languid and slurred on his tongue, “m’sofuckingclose.”
You pull your mouth off of him long enough to say, “Look at me. Watch me while you come.”
And then you’re sucking him again, your hand wrapped around the base of his length. You pump and lick him and bob your head in time to Az’s hips canting against you, and you think the sounds he’s making may just be the most beautiful ones you’ve ever heard.
And he watches you so closely, his brow furrowed, his lips parted, his chest heaving. Your gaze collides with his, and you’re hollowing your cheeks and giving a particularly harsh suck.
“Oh, gods, Y/N, fuck!”
Azriel spills into your mouth, shot after shot coating your tongue. You take it all, swallowing greedily, savouring the saltiness and the hint of something else that is just Azriel. It seems endless, and so do his groans, his constant string of curses, the jerking of his hips and the trembles wracking through his entire body.
You damn well suck him dry. Not a drop is spared.
As you finally pull him out of your mouth, wipe your lips with the back of your hand and glimpse his shaking, sated form, you know you’re committing the sight to memory. For when this is all over.
He’s…he’s a vision. Head still tipped back. Stomach and chest still heavily rising and falling. Pleasure still pinching his face. His hands are fisted tightly in the bedsheets.
You leave him to come down from his high. He’s still panting a little when his head lolls forward, and his eyes meet yours.
“That was—” His voice cracks a little. “God’s, Y/N, I don’t have words.”
“It’s okay.” You press a gentle kiss to his stomach, tucking his sensitive length back into his trousers. “Words aren’t necessary. You did so well.”
His arms are suddenly around you, tugging you up and against him, your body slanted slightly over his. All the earlier tension from the night is gone, and it’s just you and him, your love and friendship, your unbreakable bond.
Az holds you tightly, burying into your hair. And you think that this was maybe more than just…you returning a favour. You think this might have been a soul-shifting moment for him. Something that released him from the invisible bindings that have held him back for so long.
And it saddens you a little to think that that might be the end of it. That you’ve done all you can do.
But still, you’re honoured to have helped him this far. To have guided him through it.
“Thank you.” He whispers, dropping a kiss onto the top of your head. He’s still trembling, and he tucks himself in tight as if he’s worried he might break. “Just…thank you.”
You don’t quite know what to say. It feels a little…final, and you don’t like that.
So you simply nestle into his side, and you repeat your earlier truth, your voice a whisper. “I don’t want you to go on the training exercise.”
Because you know you’ll miss him more than you ever have before. It’s going to be far harder this time.
What, exactly, that means…you can’t bear to think of it right now.
And there’s no need to as Az holds you tightly, kisses your head again.
“I’ll be there with you on Solstice.” He says. “I promise.”
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𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭
➪ 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞? 𝐟𝐭. 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨
mdni, fingering + cunnilingus
I didn't expect sm attention on the poll pls it's my first nsfw </3
You couldn’t sleep. It was two in the morning and you had to get up early, and yet you hadn’t slept a wink. Not only that, but you were sure that your twisting and turning was going to bother Choso, if it hadn’t already.
Your bed was spacious, but even with the extra room, the two of you were never very far from each other, even in sleep, and now was certainly no different.
At the moment, his chest was at your back, with his arms snaked around your middle. His breathing was slow and you tried to allow it to lull you to sleep, but your mind was running at a hundred miles an hour and the stresses of the week weighed down on you.
A sigh left your lips and you dragged a hand down your face before turning onto your other side. This wouldn’t be as big of a problem if you didn’t have such a long day, and week, ahead of you. You truly needed all the sleep you could get, but at this rate, it seemed like you weren’t going to win.
“Angel?” You startled at the sudden whisper, not even noticing that Choso had woken up. The back of his hand brushed your cheek and you felt his body move closer to you. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry, Cho,” You murmured, resting your head on his chest.
His hands rested behind your back and he shook his head. “It’s nothing… how come you’re still awake?” He questioned through a yawn.
You pressed a soft peck to his chest and shrugged. “I haven’t really slept at all… I just can’t fall asleep,” You admitted. Large hands ran up and down your waist and you had to suppress a shiver at Choso’s unexpected handiness.
“Do you want me to help you sleep?” Your lover offered, peppering soft kisses to your temple. Your eyebrows raised at the question, but you had to admit that you were a little curious. “It’s okay, baby, really I’ll probably just go get a cup of tea, but you should sleep-”
Hands cupped your cheeks, stopping you short. “Can I try my way? If it doesn’t work you can do that, but I think it will,” He murmured, shifting you so that he could lean over you. You blinked, a little blindsided, but you made a noise of agreement, nonetheless.
“What are you going to do?” You gasped as you felt teeth nip at your neck, but he was immediately soothing it with open mouthed kisses and you had an inkling of what he was thinking
“Just relax for me, Angel, ‘m gonna to put you right to sleep,” He reassured you before moving the covers away so he could easily slide down your body. He lifted your (read: his) t-shirt up to your chest so he could kiss down the length of your torso all the way to your waistband.
“Choso…” You sighed, feeling the heat pool in your stomach and the anticipation build in your core. He shushed you gently as he dragged his fingers along the skin of your inner thigh, seemingly entranced by you.
Without any further ado, to your relief, Choso was gently pulling down your shorts, but left them around just your left ankle, but he was distracting you with the kisses he was leaving on top of your panties.
“S’ pretty for me,” He mumbled, his fingers carefully moving your underwear so they could join your shorts. Instantly his arms were underneath your thighs to pin them in place and he left a quick peck to them.
If there was one thing you knew about Choso, it was that he was both relentless and patient, and he was no different in bed, if anything it was way more evident. When it came to making you feel good, he gave it all he had and it was obviously going to be the same.
The first kiss to your clit made you squirm, but you were hardly prepared for when he began to suck on it as if he would die without it. A whine escaped your lips, but it went high pitched when you felt a long digit join his mouth and begin to prod at your hole.
His lips left your bundle of nerves with a dirty ‘pop’, but you hardly had time to breathe before his thumb was replacing it and sending jolts through your entire body. At the same time, he licked a long stripe up your cunt, relishing in the way you choked on your own moan.
“Taste s’ good,” He groaned, delving right back into you, tongue first. “C-Choso-!” You moaned as he began to eagerly lap at you like a man starved.
Paired with the way he masterfully rubbed at your clit, he had you nearly seeing stars. “I hear you, Angel,” He replied, but you could almost hear the smirk in his voice. You could only fist your hand into his hair, almost as if holding onto dear life, as you felt your high approaching.
“S-so close, Cho!” You cried, almost overwhelmed. You felt the ravenette hum, the sound sending vibrations through your already overstimulated cunt and it felt as though all coherency left you.
“That’s it, Angel… cum for me,” He grinned, almost mesmerized by your reactions. Immediately following his words, he was replacing his finger with his tongue and your vision went white as a scream tore through you.
Weak whines were swallowed by Choso’s mouth as he kissed you sweetly, letting you taste yourself on his lips. Despite his gentle treatment, his finger was still pressed over your clit, rubbing soothing circles as he worked you through your orgasm.
The ravenette pulled away just enough to lean over you. The question was at the tip of your tongue, but you were too out of breath to voice it. “Such a pretty thing,” Choso praised sweetly, pushing his index finger past your lips.
Despite your confusion, you sucked on it without complaint. You let your eyes shut, already feeling exhaustion washing over you.
“You can give me one more, right? Wanna make sure you stay asleep,” He cooed. Your eyes shot open, just now understanding his intentions. As it was, your legs were still shaking from your last, you had no idea how he was going to pull another one from you.
“Baby, I d-”
“Please? Promise I’ll make you feel so good,” He insisted, letting his lips brush against your neck as he spoke. The combination of the lust in his voice and the fingers trailing down your thigh seemed to reignite your desire once again.
“One more,” You agreed, and Choso didn’t waste a second. His lips attached to your neck and you moaned as he suckled hickies into your throat.
“How many?” He asked, voice soft with affection. “...what?” You gasped, trying to clear your mind of pleasure to focus on his words. “Fingers. Should I start with one?” You squeezed your thighs together, unable to stem the rush of desire from his words.
“Cho, please, need it,” You begged, pulling at his hand. His finger grazed your cunt, and he hummed in acknowledgement. “One or more, angel, need to know,” He persisted teasingly.
“More!” You cried out, shame all but gone, need replacing it. “Good girl,” He breathed out, but it was overshadowed by the prodding of his fingers at your hole. “Here’s one,” He whispered into your ear, slipping one finger in without pause.
You choked on your breath, your hand fisting itself in his loose hair. “Here’s two,” Choso continued, his middle finger joining his index finger’s mind numbing pace.
His fingers, long and thick, seemed to hit every spot inside of you and you felt as though you were only a moment away from seeing stars. “Taking it s’ good, angel.” His words barely made it through the fog in your mind, and it was only harder when his thumb traced over your clit once again.
“Hope three is okay… couldn’t help myself,” Choso trilled, mouthing his words into the skin of your cheek.
Tears lined your eyes, the pleasure moving over to the territory of overwhelming. A mix of Choso’s name and pitiful attempts at words left you as you reached your peak. Choso’s fingers didn’t slow down even a little bit, in fact, it felt as though he was reaching deeper inside of you.
“Let go, ‘m right here, baby.” His fond praise and his relentless pace brought you over the edge with a scream.
His lips were over yours as he slowed down, his fingers leaving the warmth of your pussy. You sniffled, unable to stop your trembling, but Choso was already wiping your tears away with his thumb. “You did so good, angel, thanks for letting me take care of you,” He reassured you.
He placed a peck on your nose before moving down to pull your panties and shorts right back up, but not before leaving a kiss just below your navel.
“Feeling tired, yet?” He asked cheekily. You huffed out a laugh, eagerly tucking yourself into the embrace he offered. “Thanks, Cho,” You offered, finally feeling tired enough to sleep.
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𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓. | luke hughes
꒰ genre: fluff + very suggestive ;established!relationship!au | long drabble
꒰ word count: 2.6k
꒰ warnings: lots of kissing !! slight size!kink, teasing (plz let me know if i’m missing anything)
sometimes, you tended to forget just how tall your boyfriend luke was.
even though it would seem impossible to forget how the boy you love so dearly completely towers over you like a lamp post. not saying that his height was a bad thing. in fact, it was never even close to being a bad thing in your opinion.
especially when his seemingly unusual height came in handy for you whenever you couldn’t reach something.
however, his height would quickly switch over to something really teasing and annoying. like when you would be standing next to him and he would use your head as an armrest, only to end up putting the most miniscule amount of his body weight on you as he then leaned down to boop your nose with his other hand and teasingly mumble, “my adorable short girlfriend.”
and the times he would do that, you honestly wanted nothing more than to slap him right across the face.
“you lucky tall bastard,” is all you would huff out and then luke would drop his arm from your head, only to grab a firm grip of your shoulder, turn you to fully face him and hold your chin between his fingers as he slightly tilted your face up to him.
your eyes would widen and your body would lean back slightly, but luke would always keep an arm snaked around your waist keeping you up. he would then lean his face in closer to yours, hot breath fanning over you before he would say, “you know you like how tall i am though sweetheart. and i do too, because from up here, i get a perfect view of just how beautiful you are.” he always made sure to speak in a more husky tone when he said those words, surely because he knew how much it affected you when he spoke in such a deep voice.
and of course, it would leave you a complete flustered mess every single time. the hottest of temperatures rising to the sharp apples of your cheeks, leading you to plant your face right against his chest to hide the deep red blush.
he never just stopped there though. there was always some other kind of sexual thing he would come out with right afterwards. “or the perfect view i get of you when i lift you up and pin you against the wa–”
“luke warren hughes!” raising your voice at him, clutching tightly onto his shirt before pushing him back. the words that left his lips causing your mind to cloud over with the most ungodly thoughts. It wasn't even funny at this point.
and then there were days where luke would just be soft and sweet.
when he would come back to the umich boys’ house, tired and worn-out from hockey practice, slouching himself down onto his bed and closing his eyes as he kept his head down. you would always come over to the house after practice to make sure that he was taking the proper time to relax after a long day of being on the ice for hours.
you would walk through the door quietly while closing the door behind you, careful to not make too much sound as you walked up the stairs and made your way to his bedroom. seeing his weary stature, you walk closer to his frame and stand yourself between his long legs and gently grab his shoulders to pull his head into your chest. letting your hands softly rub his back or either comb themselves through his curly locks.
and he would allow you to soothe him for a while, only to then wrap his arms around your waist and pull you even closer to him as he buried his face even further into your chest and sigh softly in your comfort.
or there were even days where he was all of the above; annoying, sweet, and even sometimes full of lust.
just like he was today.
this time, you were already situated at the house awaiting luke’s return.
you hear the sounds of the door opening and closing lightly downstairs. no booming voices, just what seemed to be a singular person’s footsteps resonating louder and louder as they got closer, and you smiled to yourself softly as you kept yourself busy in the bathroom, finishing up your after-shower routine. you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, the person burying their chin deep into the crook of your neck as they plant a gentle kiss to your cheek.
you peak at the figure through the bathroom mirror, and seeing that it’s just your boyfriend, you take in his discheveled appearance. hair a messy bunch atop his head, gray sweats paired with a simple white t-shirt covering his figure, and face seemingly softening the longer he held you close.
“you’re back,” you smile and you feel luke nod against your skin, leaving a trail of more kisses down your jaw and the side of your neck—each kiss lingering a little bit longer than the last. “how was practice today?”
“very tiring.” he mumbles quietly, nose brushing against the sensitive spot of your neck, causing a tingle to run itself down your spine. “i missed you, way way too much.”
“of course you did,” a smirk plays across your lips as you brush through your damp hair, “you seem to miss me a lot lukey.”
“i always do.” he admits innocently, pressing another kiss to your neck, his arms tightening more around your waist. luke has always been one to show the most of his affection for you—behind closed doors of course. and that usually led to many incidents of you ending up in the shower for a second time around with the boy joining in. but this time, you really weren’t feeling like standing under the steaming hot water again, so you focused yourself deeply on finishing your hair and cleaning up the mess of toiletries that were splayed around the sink from both you and the other boy’s of the house.
luke whines lightly against your skin when he notices you not picking up on his little signals he’s giving, his lips still lingering close to your neck as you finish your hair, setting your brush down in your over-night bag you kept at the house for when you would stay with him. he slightly pulls his face away from your neck and looks down at the mess you were starting to clean up. but before you could even start to get deep into it, luke quickly turns you around in his arms, yours reaching up to wrap around his torso to keep yourself stable after the fast movement.
“that mess isn’t going to clean itself lukey.” you state the obvious. however, it seemed that luke did not care one bit. he wrapped his arms tightly around you once again, holding you close against him.
“so?” he chuckles, “it’ll still be there after, you can clean it then.”
“do you really think it’ll get any better the longer it gets left there though? considering the people that live in this house.” you raise a joking eyebrow, leaning back slightly to look at your boyfriend’s face. luke just smirks with no remorse on his features at all, and you roll your eyes. “idiot.” you giggle, and he just chuckles along with you shaking his head, before pressing his forehead against yours as he bends down. luke’s hands slowly creep to the bottom hem of his oversized shirt that you had drenched over your small frame.
of course, you had stolen it from his closet, because why not?
his fingers reach your skin, thumbs rubbing small circles into your hip bones, fingertips ever so delicate as they graze your soft skin.
as well as how affectionate he can be, luke has also always been the most teasing when the two of you were alone. he would tauntingly touch you every way he could until you would take the first step. it was a small quirk you noticed in your boyfriend over the while you’ve been dating him.
and it worked every time.
bringing yourself up to your tiptoes, you let your hands leave his torso and bring your arms up to wrap around his neck, crashing your lips vastly against his. luke hums in content into the kiss as he wraps his arms even tighter than before around your waist, lifting you up to him in the slightest.
your hands grip tightly onto his neck, keeping his head close as you delve deeper and deeper into the kiss. luke holds onto your waist securely with his right arm and turns the kiss into a more fiery and passionate kind. his left arm trailing its way around your body, feeling every crevasse and curve; each perfect point of your figure he could touch.
luke’s lips that plowed into yours, nearly knocked all of the breath out of your lungs, yet moving swiftly and skillfully against yours. you hardly had a chance to even react as he presses his tongue against the seam of your lips, and after feeling your grant of access as you part your lips willingly, he dives inside your mouth. the kiss grows more sloppy with the now strong taste of beer off of his tongue hitting your taste buds that you assume he must’ve drank with his teammates before coming home.
and during these kinds of kisses, came the con of being shorter than luke.
in all honesty, standing on your tiptoes as you were for such a long duration of time could be extremely exhausting—especially when it came to kissing your incredibly attractive boyfriend. your legs ached immensely. muscles cramping up with slight pangs of pain to remind you to stop stretching as much as you were. however, the excruciating pain you were starting to feel would not stop you from continuing to kiss luke. you would never let the pain in your legs come in your way; never in a million years.
you anchor your arms more firmly around luke’s neck as he keeps kissing you, sucking on your lower lip, moulding perfectly against you. you try your best to ignore the physical exhaustion your legs were feeling and continue on.
although you heavily prayed that the boy would just carry you to bed in his arms and fall asleep with you, you didn’t want his kisses to end.
slightly peaking open your eyes, you see just how calm luke is as he kisses you, every kiss being drawn out with nothing but pure passion. a kind of passion that it would be impossible for him to just stop and take you to bed now.
you feel your feet begin to cramp under your weight, soon reaching a point where you just can’t help but fall back down to your feet. you let go of luke, his eyes softening, seeming to be worried that he had done something wrong.
luke grabs hold of your hand, rubbing softly on your palm. he looked like he was about to ask you what was wrong before he saw you glare deeply at him. “would you stop being so damn tall?”
luke’s eyes widen slightly, not expecting the comment from you, yet it still amuses him. he lets out a chuckle of surprise, looking at you with such adoration.
“i can’t really change how tall i am sweetheart.” he states, teeth showing through the smile that displays itself across his face. luke felt it troubling trying to suppress the almost bursting bubble of laughter he felt forming in his throat, but he also found his heart warming with love for you. he bends down further to meet your face more closely and lightly rubs his nose against yours, “you know you love my height.”
without notice, the corners of your lips begin to tug upwards into a big smile. “stop laughing at me, i’m being serious.” you point your finger at yourself, “some of us have to work hard for this, you know. my legs hurt.” you then pout, bending down to rub the calves of your legs to soothe them the best you could.
luke gently smiles at the sight of you, yet this time you watch him closely. this type of smile seemed like it held much more meaning than it looked. his heavy gaze didn’t leave you for even a second as you complained to him, still smiling and keeping hold onto your hand.
“dammit luke hughes, would you stop smiling at me like that!” you whine, “this is serio—”
suddenly luke lifts you up with ease that completely takes you aback. his arms wrap around your waist as he hoists you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his lower back. immediately his hands move to support your thighs, hands slightly grazing the curve of your behind, your eyes widening before he sets you down on the counter on the side of the bathroom sink, a small mess of items on the counter being moved out of the way and some falling onto the floor in the process.
“luke,” you breath out. your arms are rested around the boy’s neck once again, but this time with less strain on your legs.
“now please,” he sighs, locking eyes with you as he places one hand on your thigh, tantalizingly rubbing his thumb against the inner side closest to your core, the other gently pushing away strands of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes before it rests on your cheek. “just let me kiss you.”
he lunges himself forward, your back colliding against the mirror as he delves back into your lips. even more vividly than before, you can taste the beer off of his tongue as it rolls along with yours. the bitter taste seeping down your throat with every pulse his tongue makes in your mouth.
it felt like magic. the way his lips connected so perfectly with yours, tongue rolling against yours in a rhythm that made you melt like puddy in his arms. his mouth was so warm, the caressing touch of his lips much softer than anything else you have ever felt and you let out a sweet moan into him, hands raising up to tangle your fingers into his curly tufts of hair. you tugged at them slightly, his body heat burning against you and you can feel the growing bulge between his legs that grazed against your thighs.
you stifle out a small gasp as his lips leave yours, lips trailing down your skin, causing your entire body to flutter. the heat between the both of your bodies warms you completely, leading you to feel more heat pooling between your legs as luke sucks softly at the skin of your neck. he only lets go of your flesh once he sees the bright red mark that is left behind. your head drops forward onto his broad shoulder, soft whimpers leaving your throat as you feel his warm breath fanning over your skin, and your fingers dig themselves deeper into his scalp.
he slowly pulls away from your neck causing you to lift your head, his soft hooded eyes locking with yours. the heaving breaths coming from the both of you being the only distinct audio in the entire house. you softly smile at the boy, hands cupping his face delicately, thumbs grazing the very very slight stubble growing along his jaw.
“still feel like cleaning that mess now?” he asks lowly, the expression on his face dark and filled with desire as his forehead leans against yours. you know exactly what he wants now. your legs still wrapped around him, his hard erection being felt right against your covered arousal.
your legs didn’t ache anymore, however something else was now aching for him and you craved it so much.
“hmm,” you could simply just hum, voice caught in your throat, before hurriedly pulling him back into your lips again. you had no intentions whatsoever on letting him go. the mess in the bathroom could wait for now. but the boy in front of you, the one that looked at you with such lust and want in this moment, could not wait any longer.
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I feel like such a hypocrite for skateboarding with PoTS, a chronic heart condition that causes breathlessness, weakness and an irregular heartbeat that regularly forces me to rest.
Like, I need more breaks than the average skater, not that I ever planned on constantly skating all the time, but I guess it makes everyone doubt my chronic illness despite seeing how much it affects me (it's not uncommon for me to have fainting spells and almost always seeing spots after standing.)
Skateboarding has also done wonders for my mental health, particularly my ever present depression, it just feels really rewarding even if I fall on my butt a whole lot.
Despite it all, I still plan on getting that damn rollator i found someday, it'll definitely come in handy when I go out and plan on carrying or buying a bunch of stuff.
Anyways, she ✨️ [sparkle emoji]
A white Arbor Pilsner cruiser board with a realistic illustration of a snake that has shed its flesh and is now a skeleton, a small banded lurking beside its skull. There are also four phases of the moon that are golden at the centre going downwards. Credit to Zoe Keller.
The deck also has black trucks and wide, amber and transparent wheels.
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My Favorite Pose
ComPOUND Round 3 [Bucky x Fem Reader]
Minors DNI 🔞
Summary: First morning of your week alone in the compound with Bucky. He adds himself to your morning routine. ;) Established relationship. If you’ve been following the plot PLEASE STOP but your powers and vaguely why you stayed behind are revealed.
Warnings ⚠️: smut af, bondage, a lil rough but not too much, oral (m and f), praise kink, p in v, unprotected
WC: 1.7k??
It’s 5:30 AM and there are little to no off days even for low key weeks like this. I get up and walk to get the specially designed breakfast that F.R.I.D.A.Y. planned for me. If there is one thing I miss about my past life it was a big flavorful breakfast… well and my family not being the reason the rest of the Avengers are trying to save a population of innocent people.
Surprise! I’ve got daddy issues. That’s my whole conflict of interest that kept me from the mission. I can’t do it. I told them not to tell me who did it if they are gone by the end of it. No matter how much I’ve been burned by them I’ll still hesitate.
I take my last bite and walk to the training center. I try to quiet my mind with some yoga before I get into the intense workouts. As I move into downward dog, I feel Bucky’s two hands pull my ass to his crotch. He gives it a light squeeze that still hurts because of the marks he left on it last night.
“Downward Dog - my favorite pose. What are you doing up so early Angel?”
“You know that pet name can only stretch so far,” I stand up. He throws his hands up with a cocky grin.
“Sorry, it’s just so fitting. I haven’t seen them in a while. It’s kind of hot when you pop them out. You should give me a quick show,” he says with that grin somehow getting smugger. The lack of sleep I got last night really motivated me to remind him what got me here in the first place.
“Careful what you wish for.”
In less than a second I sprout my wings then clap them hard in front of me which sends him flying across the room. I retract them back in an instant. He gets up laughing and clapping.
“Woo! That is what I’m talking about angel! I would ask to see the other stuff but we don’t want to set the building on fire do we?”
I can’t control myself when my other powers ignite - literally ignite. While he playfully annoys me, I don’t think I could ever release that hell fire. My powers are not “biblical” but they sure are other worldly.
“I need to get back to it. There’s food in the fridge. Just don’t touch my meal prep,” I hate that sentence just left my mouth.
“I don’t want your meal prep,” he walks behind me with our bodies facing the mirrors and his hands snaking up and down my body. “I want you. If you wanna get some training in I can show you somethings,” he says into my ear while tucking my hair back. So unfair.
“I don’t have-“
“You see this?”, he picks up my yoga strap. Out of nowhere he runs in front of me to kick the back of my legs. We both fall to the floor. He has me pinned down and starts tying the strap around my wrists.
“This is called a constrictor knot. In the event you have a disobedient girl giving you attitude, this knot comes in real handy,” he pushes his hand up my shirt to grab my breast. He moves it back down into my leggings and starts rubbing.
“Fuck. I could do whatever I want to do to you right now. You’re so wet. I cannot wait to get my cock inside you.”
I feel his fingers slip in and out. I let out a whimper. The sounds of my wet cunt make him growl. With a loud grunt he rips my leggings off. His fingers are back inside me and moving with fury. His eyes are hungry and he plants his head between my thighs with force.
As his tongue moves around my clit, I let out some “Ah! Ah! AH!”s. I start thrashing my body from the pleasure. He takes his vibranium arm to hold my hips down making me immobile.
“Whatever I want to do to you. Don’t make me repeat myself again. Now what do we say?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good girl.”
He sits up to free himself from his shorts. I am towered over with his cock in my face.
“Get to work doll. Let’s practice some breathing exercises for your training today.”
He puts his cock in my mouth and I start to move my head up and down. His length hits the back of my throat and I cough choking on it.
“Such a good girl for me trying so hard. Now you’re getting that pussy filled.”
He pulls on the strap to lift me up for a sloppy kiss with my taste still on his tongue. He drops me to the floor again to pin me under him. In no time his cock is thrusting into me with a speed so fast it shakes my body back and forth.
“I’m really making you mine this week. I’m gonna fuck you in every room I can. Get ready to drop whatever you’re doing for me whenever I want.”
I need this honestly. Losing my body to him feels more comfortable than I ever thought it would. My helplessness to his pounding excites me with both safety knowing he’s the one doing it and anticipation for what he might pull next.
He pulls the strap up so that I mesh into a seated position with him. He pumps into me with an unmatched passionate kiss. His free hand runs through my hair and gives it a pull in the back. He releases a heavy breath and moan. I’m squealing as he hits my g spot and my clit rubs against his body.
“Fuck Bucky! You’re killing me!”
“Good thing we know you’ll go to heaven then.”
He turns me onto my stomach so that I’m facing the mirrors. I arch up my ass anticipating his next move. I grip onto the strap preparing to take him. He kneels behind me and picks my head up.
“Look at you catching on. Now watch yourself get fucked.”
He slams his cock back inside me and thrusts with power. My high pitched screams are music to his ears. He grabs my ass and slaps it back and forth a few times.
“I thought I was being your good girl?”, I tease.
“Don’t act like you don’t get pleasure from my punishments. You might be my good girl right now but doesn’t mean I won’t give you a reminder of what’s in store for bad girls.”
“Not fair,” I laugh. Wrong choice.
He flips me over swiftly. He pulls tight on the strap to put the end in front of my face. His grip tenses around it.
“You remember this? I decide what’s fair and what’s not. You’re all tied up Angel. You take what you get and believe me you’re gonna get it.”
He throws my arms down then smacks the side of my ass with his vibranium hand. There is pleasure in his punishments. His movements are the hardest and fastest I’ve felt from him since our first time.
“I’m getting close to giving you my next load. I’ve loved filling you up with all my cum and watching it drip out you. Shows you’re all mine. No one else gets this pussy but me.”
My body tingles at his words. I give him an affirming mhm. He grabs my face.
“I wanna hear you say it ‘Bucky this pussy is yours’ if you want this load. Sing me that beautiful song Angel and it’s all yours.”
“Bucky…,” he hits the spot again which throws me off track.
“Bucky this…,” he cues for the rest of what he wants to hear. He lifts my hips up and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I scrunch my face then open my eyes wide as I feel my own cum.
“It’s yours! It’s yours! I promise it’s all yours!”
Mmmmh! I feel his huge burst of cum in me. He pulls out and it was definitely the biggest load of all the rounds so far. My hands are set free with some mild brush burns. He grabs my hands and gives them each light kisses.
“I’ll be more careful next time bunny. You just get me too hot,” he groans. I get a kiss loaded with tongue.
What a wonderful first morning with him back!
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Thank you sm 😭 you actually did so good! It felt so nice to see my favorite creepy boy with those head canons 🥹🥹 but yes your writing is absolutely amazing!! I can’t wait to keep seeing everything you write!! And I apologize in advance if I ever get too excited and request too much 🥹
Perhaps creepy boy relationship head canons with a fem!reader who attempts to steal their clothes because they miss them?
- 🩶 Anon
Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, and Hoodie x fem!reader who steals their clothes because she misses them!
went ahead and threw in some other characters that i think would be silly with this request since you didnt specify :3! was gonna add slenderman but im on the fence about whether or not his clothes are a part of his body.. shrugs!! feels weird not doing masky since im doing hoodie too but shrugs again
laughing jack included as you state hes your favorite :3
and WAAAAH im glad you enjoyed the previous request!! and no need to apologize; i get it !! sometimes i get excited too with requesting stuff !! ill let you know if youre being too intense (though i gotta admit i love writing creepypasta stuff, had a longish break between august and now where i hardly wrote for it and i missed writing for the fandom loads TToTT)
EYELESS JACK:
honestly for a moment i was going to say his mask but i genuinely think that would be a deal breaker for him since it kind of acts as a comfort and security thing for him. even if hes not wearing the mask around you, dont take it. now his hoodie or one of his shirts... thats a different story.. would rather you ask him, though, but he does find it a little sweet that its because you missed him.. mind you he thinks so lowly of himself that he might even be a little shocked that you *miss him.. might let you keep on his shirts! might have to wash it though and patch up a hole or two but its nothing major.. though i dont think he would let you keep one of his hoodies, he has way less of those than he does shirts and he kind of needs them to keep warm.. also the hood comes in handy.. for things.. will expect you to return his belongings when asked, will not take any excuses since they are his belongings and he cant really waltz into a store and go shopping
LAUGHING JACK:
okay so this one is a little funny since i do personally hc that his clothes are just a part of his body for the sake of the post lets turn a blind eye.. theres so many options for you.. his shirt (sleeves! long and floppy!) or a spare sweater than hes claimed... hmm.. i think regardless of what piece of clothing you've taken from him he would be thrilled that you miss him THAT much! he rarely goes out, in fact i dont think its often that he goes far from where his music box is.. gotta stay in decent range, you know? but the point still stands... you miss him? i think that actually does wonders for his abandonment issues, since it reassures him that you care about him and think of him when hes away. probably scoops you up in his arms and hugs you, likely wrapping his arms around you like a snake. offers to never let you go, and kind of sticks true to that until you need to tend to your bodily needs
HOODIE:
another victim of jacket thief... a moment of silence for this man losing the thing that literally sparked his name.. okay jokes aside i dont think he would care that much, hes probably hoarded other clothing while staying with you; from hoodies to sweaters. so hes not going to sweat it if you briefly snatch something from him so long as you eventually give it back.. might sign some teasing words at you for missing him, might also prompt a session of you two cuddling.. good luck getting up because hes probably not going to let go.. why would he, you missed him! also might make him try to spend more time with you since every now and then he does have decently long periods of just. being gone doing whatever it is that he does.. probably leaves you his main hoodie and wears a different one when he knows hes about to dip for a while..
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Amy's kinktober alphabet blurbs w/ special guest Carmy Berzatto! (4/6)
a/n: tbh i have so much repressed sexual tension and 'P' made me sweat a lil just thinking about it. Don't forget to show up in the comments and lmk your favorite! PS. lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist!
Warnings: Minors DNI, p in v unprotected sex, creampie, choking, semi public, oral sex (both f and m recieving), edging, knifeplay, I'll add more as they come up.
M is for: Melodious.
At first, you couldn’t get a groan out of him to save your life. Nothing to accompany the many moans and squeals that he’d fuck out of you. Then once- on accident- an almost invisible whine knocked you off your concentration, knees giving up and falling to the sheets beside his hips.
‘S-sorry-’ He mumbled against your naked shoulder, lips dragging over the skin and rough hands grasping at your hips.
‘Do it again.’ You gently ordered and dropped your hips over his cock. ‘I like the sound.’
‘Really?’ His question was genuine, then another roll of your hips caused him to moan again.
You reached up to kiss him and when you let go, crystal clear blue washed over your sweaty features.
‘I like to know I’m doin’ a good job...’ You answered with a smile. ‘Am I doing a good job?’
N is for: Newbies.
You were each other’s first time. You thought it pathetic at first- to be someone in their late twenties who had never had sex before- but no one ever seemed quite right. Then he came along, all shaggy hair and shy compliments that felt more like statements through his monotone voice. It took a while to break the ice but when it finally happened, you finally understood what all the rage was about.
Even the inexperienced kisses and the slightest grace of clumsy fingertips could pull a shaky breath from you.
‘A-am i doin’ it right?’ He asked, eyes set on the way your cunt swallows his fingers whole.
‘yeah- shit- you’re doin’ real good, bear.’ The pet name curled with a moan and traveled straight to the swollen cock in his hand, speeding up his movements.
O is for: Observant.
Carmen knew you, even better than you knew yourself, though you hated to admit it. He knew each birthmark and dimple, each moan, gasp and that delicious groan you let escape when your spine curved outwards. He praised himself for his observant qualities, knowing they’d come in handy in more places than just the kitchen.
He watched your eyes roll back and your mouth hang open, brow creasing harder with every pound of his hips against yours. He kept his sanity long enough to snake his hand between your parted legs and rub circles over your slick clit. Then he watched through hooded eyes how the tint in your neck spread to your cheeks and you came undone under him.
P is for: Pocket knife.
You were completely consumed by the sensation of Carmy’s lips sucking on the side of your neck with intensity. The cold blade of his pocket knife sat on the other side over your frail skin, perfectly controlled by Carmy’s unwavering pulse. The light caught on to its glistening tip with each of his strokes and the small sting only pushed you closer to the edge.
He took his lips off your neck and pressed them to your bumbling ones, shushing you in the process.
His free hand wrapped around your throat. ‘I-don’t want ‘em to know how I gotcha in here.’ He whispered and sped up his snaps, sending your head back against the office door.
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Headcanons about Yandere Simulator!COD.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Warning: mention of suicide, mention of alcohol, drugs, mental problems, possibly traumatic moments, etc. My personal vision of the character. OOC?
I think he's perfect for the role of Yandere.
His childhood was disgustingly shitty, and you can't blame him for that.
Born into a dysfunctional family, Simon was doomed to a hard life from childhood. His father was a drunk, a bloody alcoholic who prided himself on being able to drink for weeks and stay on his feet. A dirty man, with filthy and sadistic tendencies taken out on those closest to him. A freak who broke everyone he knew, trampling on his own son, turning the poor child into an unwilling broken doll.
Simon remembered those lonely nights in the old shed next to the house, cluttered with trash and rusty tools, like it was yesterday. The cold wind blew through the cracks between the boards, leaving goosebumps on Simon's skin and forcing him to pull his legs tighter together, curling up in a ball to keep warm. A night in the old barn was Mr. Riley's favorite punishment, a man crashing home after another rave binge to find out his son had gotten an F in school? Late for first period? Or maybe spent his pocket money on some silly comic book? - no matter what, Simon will fly instantly to the Locked Shed. No matter what happened, Simon was always drawn to his older brother, who, unfortunately, wasn't as good as his younger brother would have liked. Tommy was a jerk, that bad boy in high school who publicly cursed the teacher, broke the toilet faucet, and did stupid things. But the dumbest thing in Tommy's life was drugs - this jerk decided to prove once again to everyone that he was cool, not realizing that very soon this addiction would consume him, like everyone else who once got addicted. And Simon hovered between two fires, like a child dreaming of a normal family, like a son who had never seen his father smile and never heard praise. And the mother? Mrs. Riley-a dandelion of God, withering rapidly in her husband's dirty hands. She was a beautiful woman, the only person in that family who cared about Simon, and he loved her immensely, and still does. Mrs. Riley died when Simon was 14. It was a cold Sunday morning when a loud gunshot rang out, waking Simon from his sleep. Feeling an animal fear, he rushed to the sound, recognizing a sight that forever shattered his poor mind. On September 6, Mrs. Riley shot herself in the temple.Haunted by her husband's nightmares and torture, she couldn't take any more of this abusive behavior, couldn't watch her firstborn wither under drugs, couldn't see Simon hurt.But her act didn't make it better, hell, that kind of thing never makes anything better. After that day, Simon withdrew more than ever. Hitting his father was nothing, hunger was nothing, being forced to kiss a poisonous snake was a challenge.
Simon grew up, and with it grew his hatred and repressed aggression towards his father.One day in a club Simon watched his father attack a poor girl. She simply refused to spend the night with him and the drunkard, not confused, began to beat her as if he were a wrestler in the ring Simon could not do anything, just as he could not save his mother, stop his father's beatings or convince Tommy that drugs are evil. And he didn't understand why his father wasn't in jail. They'd find the girl, but when they did, no one would really care what happened. The freak always gets away with it.
After the death of his mother, Simon was forced to work part-time at the local machine shop. Old man Carson was happy to help the neighbor boy, so he took him into his shop as an assistant without any questions or demands. Yes, and Simon was a handy and understanding guy.
Simon started out washing cars, and after working like that for half a year, he was promoted to Carson's apprentice: the old man explained and taught the boy mechanics, letting him stay up late reading books about cars.
The old man was able to replace Simon's father, teaching the teenager simple things necessary for basic survival. For example, Simon, at 16, learned how to fix some appliances and how to use tools. But Mrs. Carson had already taught Simon cooking, laundry, and household chores, and he, as a bright boy, grasped everything on the fly. Simon noticed Mr. and Mrs. Carson had a son, which they never had, for unfortunately Paula Carson was barren.
Simon lived as a two-family household, mostly spending his days at his mentor's house, but when his father began to rage and throw himself at the neighbor's door, Simon would return, falling asleep again in his little room.
The work in the workshop brought quite a good income and Simon, having entered the desired college, was even able to rent a small apartment on the outskirts of the city, and finally moved out of his home, so as not to see this den, and not to put, in Simon's opinion, the family of his mentor in danger.
The old man Carson told him fatherly: "Simon, you'll be happy when you find love. Simon thought so, but he couldn't imagine what that love looked like. He couldn't believe it would happen someday, not just pass him by like it always did.
But one day that day has come. First day of college, Simon is walking toward the auditorium when a stranger suddenly sweeps him off his feet like a small tornado. It was just a moment when he looked into your eyes-- He felt like he was going to drown in them. The way your eyelashes fluttered as you stood there, rubbing your forehead after the blow and babbling something, was in his head. From that day on, he couldn't imagine his life if you weren't there for him.
"Finally, I'll be happy."
But is this how it's going to be? Simon can't contain his anger at seeing you talking sweetly to some cocky kid in the back of the class. And the voice in Simon's head whispered sweetly: "eliminate."
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Hello! :) Can I request a one piece x daki reader? Where the reader is just like daki and daki is really pretty. And so she shows her strength like her blood demon art and all and she can also regenrate, and so she meets: Katakuri, Luffy, Boa, Robin, Ace, Zoro and so what are their thoughts on her?
“demoness”
⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· various!op characters' thoughts on their s/o who is a demon like daki from kny!
⠀⠀➧ unlabeled | c. katakuri, b. hancock, n. robin, p. d. ace (separate) x f!reader | multi-character headcanons
⠀⠀➧ warnings — none, bit of violence though. mistakes may be present too.. so do ignore them, thanks!
⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!
⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: did something similar here, check it out if you want. but, it's the characs finding out that their s/o is a devil instead! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
CHARLOTTE KATAKURI
with an s/o who's a demon!
“my wife is amazing, isn't she?”
mochi man is 100% just purely amazed of you, your beauty, your abilities—damn, everything, hon.
anyhow—on your beauty... kata is kind of smug with this, 'cause, you're the prettiest in totto land, and he managed to make you his.
sometimes flaunts you around with his hand on your waist, pulling you close to him to make others jealous, LMAO.
he's also pretty chill with all this... demon abilities of yours, like the regeneration and blood demon art stuff.
i mean, he literally lives on a world full of creatures with shocking traits and abilities, so it's not a surprise to him anymore.
and lastly, on strength.... we love a strong couple! katakuri absolutely adores your strength, loving how you can manage to defend and attack, like him!
to sum that up, kata admires you real lots, his demoness.
BOA HANCOCK
with an s/o who's a demon!
“...i am still a lot better than you, remember that!”
snake empress is a bit jelly of you, yk? though no one will know about that, she's keeping her thoughts to you to herself.
your beauty... is breathtaking, even for her, leaving her stunned for a second every time she looks at you
BUT OF COURSE, SHE WON'T SHOW, NOR ADMIT THAT, ESPECIALLY TO YOU, NOPE.
moving on to the abilities...! boa thinks that your regeneration ability is pretty handy, and weird 'cause—hello?? your leg just got ripped off, miss ma'am, then you're growing a new one????
low-key amazed by your blood demon art though. you get praises for that sometimes. pretty rare though.
last, strength—for the kuja's, strength is beauty. so she sees you worthy to be her s/o, being strong and beautiful like her.
in summary, a couple that slays together, stays together. xoxo.
NICO ROBIN
with an s/o who's a demon!
“you're truly something, aren't you, darling?”
impressed by you, just by existing there as a demon, her lover.
robin finds you very interesting for having such abilities that is non-human, interesting that she is researching about your kind!
thinks that her hana hana no mi ability and your ability to regenerate, looks, and title are matching and it's cute.
your strength is something she looks up on, being amazed each time you showcase it.
finally, your beauty. GOD, ROBIN PRAISES YOU A LOT BECAUSE OF IT.
don't blame her though, she can't help it, you're just so astonishing!
demon child x demoness best match, fr fr, no cap.
PORTGAS D. ACE
with an s/o who's a demon!
“hey everyone, that's my girl right there!”
proud, very, very proud to have you as his s/o who's level of amazingness is beyond lengths.
when you first showed him your ability to regenerate, ace's eyes widen, visibly shocked—soon amazed like a child watching a magic trick.
loves to watch you use your blood demon art, cuz he thinks it's real cool.
applauses your strength.
will sometimes go and challenge you into a small fight so that he could train with you, ahsahshaha.
and of course, ace, without a doubt, will be set a blaze by your blinding beauty that brings the sun to shame.
same with katakuri, he too, loves and admires your entire being.
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Damn if you’re doing x reader asks then I can’t help but beg for a Cobra x fem!reader for ya girl’s birthday
Happy birthday! I can absolutely do that!
We're gonna do two different versions of this for pre- and post-Nirvana incident, since those are two really different types of boyfriend.
Nirvana Incident Cobra:
Cobra is laid back and fairly easygoing, not to mention cocky, but don't get it twisted: He's a part of the Oracion Seis, not to mention the Balam Alliance. He is one of the most dangerous dark wizards out there and he doesn't abide weaklings. If you're not the type to flex some serious magic, then you're probably really smart or intimidating in a different area.
Alternatively, you can be as passive as you please, if Cubellios likes you. Clicking with the giant snake is an immediate pass to getting Cobra's positive attention. Getting along with Cubellios is going to be a requirement either way, so you'd better have nerves enough to be around an animal like that.
It is almost certainly a long-distance relationship. Unlike the other two heads of the Balam Alliance, there are no underlings attached to the Oracion Seis--it's just the six of them. No one, even their sub-guilds in their employ, is permitted to travel with them and know their movements--hell, he probably hasn't even told you he's in a guild. So Cobra will only see you every so often--but when he has the chance, he takes the time out to come find you and spend time with you.
You'll get used to being picked on fairly light-heartedly. It's Cobra's personality, he likes to gently bully people he enjoys being around. It never goes beyond light teasing, promise.
Long-distance admittedly makes Cobra a bit softer than he might be if you were consistently around. When he finds you out of the blue one day, you'll usually find something unique or rare pressed into your hand--souvenirs collected from his travels or fights, just to make sure you don't forget about him and have something from him around while he's gone. His ability to hear thoughts comes in handy here, because he'll frequently show up with something he heard that you needed or wanted but didn't say.
He's an attention whore. He likes feeling cool, he likes feeling like you're ecstatic to see him, he likes feeling like you're into him. That cocky grin being fed is a very good way to make him like you.
Please talk about snakes with him. Yeah, yeah, we joke, but Cobra really does know a lot of snake material and enjoys studying them and chatting about them.
Cobra touches you a lot. He's always got an arm around your waist, if you're walking next to him, or fingers brushing through your hair. It's never too intimate--he doesn't like holding hands, or hugging, he just likes to have little moments where he's touching for the sensation of it.
Cobra is also jealous as hell. He very much enjoys the idea of other people being jealous just seeing you with him, but he also turns on a dime and gets cold if a guy or even a girl tries to put the moves on you. Cobra will casually chokeslam a dude that's getting too friendly with his girl, especially if he's causing her any distress.
Cobra will take notice of small changes or accessories, like earrings or hair pins or if you did a cool pattern with your nails that day, and will often compliment them. He's not exactly in touch with his feminine side, but he knows how to interact with yours.
He has a thing for a girl in tube top or tank top. Don't ask me why, he just does. Something about women's shoulders and arms being free. High heels? Only if they double as murder weapons.
Post-Nirvana Incident Cobra:
It's....rough.
Getting together with Cobra is difficult; if you didn't know each other beforehand, he's not exactly looking for a relationship, and even if you were 'his girl' before he got arrested, odds are you were not permitted to see him in prison and he didn't presume that anyone was going to wait 7 years for him.
Insecurities and jealousy and bad control of his emotions runs rampant. He's ill-tempered, generally unhappy, and requires a lot of patience.
Cobra responds much worse to "pretty" now than he used to; he does not like the idea of dating someone who looks put-together and fashionable. On the bright side, you don't have to curl or straighten your hair or have nice clothes. In fact, unkempt or dirtied-up, especially from fighting, goes over much better with him.
Don't try to heal him. Cobra does not want to be better or fixed and "I can fix him" will emphatically make him respond by being worse. Gentleness is welcome, practically necessary given he's like a wounded animal and a snake poised to strike at all times should anything get too close, but he will resent the idea that the things he feels--anger, resentment, loss--are problems he needs fixed.
You have to be comfortable with silence. Cobra hears so much already, he often doesn't feel like adding to the noise with his own voice or anyone else's.
Touching him often results in distance, with him jerking away or actively avoiding it. Every once in a while, though, the old Cobra shines through just a bit, and sometimes--usually when he silently feels like he'll die if he doesn't have someone nearby--he'll pull you into his arms.
NS/FW section because Cobra deserves it:
S*x is rough. That's one thing that doesn't change inbetween time periods--Cobra f/cks to make a point. The more claw marks you leave on his back, the prouder of it he is.
Post-Nirvana, intimacy is at an all time low. He doesn't even kiss you unless he's trying to f/ck you, and sometimes not even then. However, if he can work enough energy out and get tired, you may get some sleepy cuddles out of him after the act.
Cobra rarely gets fully naked, as he's somewhat insecure (very insecure post-Nirvana) about his body, even without taking all the scars into consideration. He will much appreciate positive attention on his body.
He loves a good b/owj*b. It will put a very wide smile on his face.
Don't talk during s*x. Cobra does not want to hear any chatter during the act, he just wants to hear moans and screams, that's it. If you can still form coherent sentences, he's not doing it right.
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Obsession's Grip (Zosan X Reader) P13
Plot: After saving some of the straw hat crew from a prison, the crew help takes a young man away so he can have a fresh start in life. He's shy but seems to grow attached to Reader in an unhealthy way.
Warning: Snakes, Bad language, Drugs, Blood, Violence, mentions of death and Making out.
Reader is Female (Sorry), Zoro X Sanji X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship. Reader has the ability to control the snake tattoos on her arms that come alive when she commands, they can change size and are connected to her emotions.
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Sitting down at the dinning table you manage to explain and tell the crew everything that happened while you were with Percy and how the situation came to be, you stayed surprisingly calm through the whole thing even though deep down you were angry and upset. Zoro leans against the table his hand around your waist as he sits next to you, the slight anger he had before increased at hearing what Percy put you through, but he also feels pride at how you fought back. Sanji sits on your other side leaning back in his chair with his arm over the back of your chair letting his fingers run little circles on your shoulder blade and back, his body tenses at hearing what happened and what he said to you, its clear Percy has developed an obsession. Chopper gives you a sad look from across the table, he had a faint idea of what happened due to your injuries but it was worse than he thought "What happened after?" The doctor asks hoping the young man didn't do anything else to you, a light blush appears across your cheeks as you squeeze Sanji's hand remembering the relief you felt at seeing the cook over you when you woke up, your other hand lies on Zoro's thigh giving it a light squeeze as the blush on your face darkens remembering his words "When i woke up, someone was beating the shit out of Percy and the other was almost in dream land" You giggle looking from the swordsman to the cook who both have different reactions to your explanation, Zoro gives the crew a proud smirk squeezing your side while letting out a small chuckle proud of his handy work, but Sanji looks away lightly biting his lip since he feels a little embarrassed about it all. "I wasn't in dream land i- i just…" The cook tries to explain.
You didn't mean to embarrass him but the cook really was falling in love all over again at Zoro's aggressive words, "Admit it, you liked the show" The swordsman teases leaning over you to run a finger under the cooks chin causing the blonde to blush more and slap his hand away "S-shut up moss head" Sanji stutters earning a giggle from Robin and a big laugh from Luffy and Usopp who lean on each other as to not fall of their chairs, Nami smirks watching your face closely noticing the blush still hasn't faded from your face which means your hiding something she wants to know. Leans over the table the navigator poke your nose getting your attention "Then what?… i know that blush Y/n, something else happened" She sing songs making your smile drop and cheeks go redder at her teasing, you have no chose but to turn away hoping to avoiding her mischievous eyes. Luffy lets out another big laugh this time slapping the table with his hand while holding his stomach "Your face is so red Y/n… you look like a tomato" The captain's laughter is soon joined by Brook and Usopp making you hide your face behind your hands in embarrassment, a part of you wants to tell Nami its nothing but you know she'll keep pushing until she knows especially with the others now involved. "My love, there's no need to be embarrassed" Sanji leans closer placing a kiss on your head knowing what your embarrasses about, Zoro chuckles shaking his head "Your really embarrassed about it? your the one who asked for it" The swordsman teases gripping your waist harder earning a squeak from you since it tickled a little.
Still hiding behind your hands you mumble under your breath earning a raised eyebrow from the crew but Nami grins leaning in closer knowing your about to crack, she just needs to give a little push. "What was that? Come on i really want to know now, no more joking and teasing i promise… Pinkie promise" the navigator holds out her pinkie as you slide a finger to the side in order to peek though your hands seeing if she means it or not, you know she'll keep a promise so slowly lowering your hands you move your pinkie out to meet hers only to stop suddenly. "Let me see your other hand" You glare noticing her other hand isn't in view, Nami lets out a long sigh in frustration but bring it out from where it was hiding under the table, you didn't want her crossing her fingers making the Pinkie promise Invalid. "Happy?" Nami asks while clearly showing her hand as you take her pinkie finger in yours "Very" Your glare fades as you unhook pinkie fingers letting the navigator sit back down properly waiting for you to spill the beans. "So what happens?" Luffy asks slightly bouncing eager to know what it is that Nami is so interested to find out, Sanji gives you a smile while squeezing your hand to give you encouragement while Zoro rubs your waist giving you a cocky grin. The swordsman knows you won't say anything about what he said after, it was a vulnerable moment for him and both his partners know not to betray his trust by telling others.
You lean back in your chair while rolling your eyes at your crew nosy and your unhelpful partners, you hoped they would either say it for you or get Nami to leave you alone but you've made a promise now so have no chose. "Ok fine, I just wanted a kiss before we headed back and then all of a sudden i could move my arms" Most of the crews eyes go wide at this but Luffy looks around at the crew with a raised eyebrow "You guys kiss all the time" The captain points out only for Usopp to sigh and pat his friend on the shoulder, they should have known he wouldn't get it or even remember what the seed is called. Zoro chuckles at their reactions leaning in close to you and placing a kiss on your neck as his hand squeezes your side making you squeak again but this time hit his chest. "I still can't believe it worked but i'm glad it did" The swordsman gives you a soft smile as you turn to glare at him only for the green haired man to lightly peck your lips, giving in to the warmth filling your heart you lean into the short kiss. Sanji hums in agreement bringing your hand to his lips and placing a kiss on your knuckles letting his lips longer as the memory fills his mind and how revealed when you could move again. "Who knew true loves kiss would actually work" the cook chuckles as you turn to look at him seeing those soft beautiful loving eyes that make you melt, leaning in Sanji places a light kiss on your lips that you happily return. Nami sits back with her eyes slightly wide as a blush forms on her cheeks realizing how much the three of you actually love each other and that a true loves kiss is actually real, she can't understand how something like that can work, its so romantic yet so illogical.
Brook's jolly laugh gets most of the crew's attention getting them to snap out of their shocked state, turning to the three of you the skeleton places a hand over where his heart should be "How wonderful, its like a real life fairy tale. I'll have to write a song about this" Sanji can't help but blush slightly at the thought of a song being dedicated to their love but Zoro just rolls his eyes letting out a short laugh at how ridiculous he thinks it sounds. "I'm really confused" Luffy tilts his head still not understating the situation but luckily Usopp is happy to help, pulling his captain closer the sniper starts explaining while the others talk, Robin with a finger on her chin lets out a hum in thought. "How interesting, i wonder… if it brings some truth to the Snow white story then what other fairy tales are real or hold some kind of truth to them?… also how does it work? is it really just true love that counteracts the affects or is it a chemical reaction?" The black haired woman ponders as Chopper looks up at her confused wondering how it works too, but he also can't help the smile on his face, he loves fairy tales so thinking that one might actually be true sends joy through his fluffy body. "The kiss helped me move my arms a little and get my heart beat and breathing better but i think it was your cure that helped with the rest" You smile over to Chopper hoping he isn't too upset about his cure being pushed aside "I'm glad i helped but i'm also glad the kiss worked, Its so sweet how much you love each other" The doctor sways making you blush at his comment.
Sanji lets out a small laugh while placing kiss on your cheek his hand reaching over to rub Zoro's shoulder, The swordsman gives a big smirk while leaning over to kiss your neck before placing a kiss on the cooks hand that lifts up from his shoulder to rub the green haired man's cheek. Luffy shoots up with a big smile after having everything explained to him, his hands slamming down on the table making the plates clatter and glasses shake "That's so cool" the captain yells making most of the crew laugh at his very late response to the new's, Nami sighs though and pinches the bridge of her nose, she's glad she knows but this doter in the conversation has gone on too long for her liking. "That's sweet and all but were getting off track… What do we do with Percy?" The navigator asks hating to ruin the moment, but they'll be leaving tomorrow morning, so they have to figure out what to do with the young man, she's not about to let him stay on the ship longer than needed. Zoro smirks leaning forward while placing a hand on his swords "Lets just kill him and get it over with" Robin taps her chin at this before shaking her head earning a groan off the swordsman "After everything he's done i feel like a quick death is too nice… I personally would give him a taste of his own medicine" The black haired woman states while shrugging her shoulders, Chopper gulps at this while rubbing his arm "You mean, give him the seed? If we give him enough he'll die from it, is that what you mean?" The doctor asks unsure if thats a good idea or not but Robin nods with a sadistic smile. "I think thats a good idea but i want him to feel how Y/n felt first, i also want to kick his ass again, he isn't hurt nearly enough" Sanji grips your hand at he speaks hating how you looked and must have felt not being able to move and hallucinating who knows what.
Brook lets out a hum unable to think of any ideas until he remembers what Nami said yesterday "Why don't we just do Nami's old idea? You know, tie something heavy to him and throw him over board" The skeleton shrugs earning a smile from the navigator who nods happy that he brought it up "I still think thats a good way to get rid of him but after hearing everything i agree with Sanji, he should experience what Y/n went through" The navigator evilly smirks making Usopp lean away from her in slight fear not liking the look on her face, but he also wanted to make Percy suffer for what he did so gulps though his fear in order to talk "Why don't we just dump him on the island and leave him to rot?" The sniper asks only to earn a glare from Zoro, Sanji and Nami which makes him jump but before the three can protest or yell at him you finally speak up "That's not a good idea. He's smart and will find a way off the island at some point or someone might come across him. Either way he'll find a way off and will do this to someone else, i'm not going to let some poor soul go threw what i went through" It was unclear before what you wanted, but as everyone was talking and the ideas piled up your mind kept coming back to one thing as your eyes lock on your tattooed arm. "So what do you want to do?" Luffy asks tilting his head at your blank face, Sanji squeezes your hand giving you a concerned look while Zoro pulls you into him not liking that look on your face and the slight tension in your body, neither one have ever seen you like this before so can't tell what your thinking and feeling "No one is killing him-"
Before you can say more the room erupts into groans and slight yelling "What?" Nami and Sanji both yell giving you a shocked look while Brook, Usopp and Zoro groan in annoyance not understanding what you want, Luffy tilts his head further while crossing his arms over his chest knowing there's more too it. " So your not going to let him live or dump him on the island?" Nami yells in confutation wondering what is running though your head. "My love? He hurt you in so many ways and like you said before, if he lives he'll do this again" Sanji states taking your chin to make you look at him, you sigh and try to explain only for Zoro to release your waist while standing up his hang gripping his swords tightly. "The hell Y/n? We can't keep him on the ship, i don't mind if you can't do it but I'll happily kill him after what he's done" The swordsman yells going to walk away only to be stopped when you quickly stand and grab his arm, anger gets the better of you since no one is letting you talk or finish what you were about to say so you yank Zoro's arm forcing him back to you before pointing to the chair "Everyone shut up and Zoro sit down" You yell managing to make the room go quiet, the swordsman slowly sits down his eyes slightly wide since its rare for you to show your anger. Taking a breath you try to calm yourself while sitting back down but still keeping a firm grip on the swordsman's arm, so he won't get back up again "I wasn't finished" You state through gritted teeth mainly glaring at Zoro while saying it.
Looking at the rest of the crew you sigh giving your captain a sorry look not meaning to yell but Luffy nods letting you know he understands, and he's not mad. "What i was saying was, No one is killing him but me" You state taking your hand off Zoro's arm now that you've gotten it out "I've deiced tonight i'm going to let my snakes do it since their over eager and i want him to know how i actually feel. Until then, you guys can do what ever you want to him, i don't care what you do but i have two conditions. One, he doesn't leave that closet and two, don't kill him" Crossing your arms over your chest you lean back in your chair feeling a lot calmer now you've gotten it out but your surprised at the long silence you get in return. Robin gives you a smile and a nod letting you know she's happy with your destitution which makes you smile. "What if some of us don't want to do anything?" Usopp asks looking around the room in hopes he doesn't get yelled at by someone but you shrug while uncrossing your arms "You don't have to do anything" you reassure earning a sigh of relief from the sniper, "Sorry for yelling Y/n" Nami bits her lip while looking away feeling bad since she yelled at you and didn't let you finish, giving her a nod you feel Sanji take your hand and interlocking his fingers with yours "I'm sorry too my love, i should have let you finish but… Will you be ok with doing it?" The cook asks with slight concern in his eyes, he knows your technically not the one to end him, but he's still worried that it'll affect you.
Giving the blonde a sweet smile you bring up your hand to lightly brush his cheek "I'll be fine, don't worry" Sanji relaxes at your touch turning to kiss your hand before you pull it away "We'll i'm glad thats sorted" Luffy smiles wide while leaning back in his chair and rubbing his large belly at how much he has eaten thought their conversation, letting out a small laugh Robin stands up out of her seat "I'll inform Franky and take over, so he can eat" Robin smiles standing up from her chair soon followed by Zoro who takes your hand "Can we talk?" He asks flicking his eyes between you and Sanji, knowing he's not happy about something the two of you quickly stand and nod but the cook looks over at the kitchen letting out a sigh "Just let me lock up and I'll meet you in our room" Sanji gives the two of you a smile before glaring at Luffy who puts his hands up in surrender earning a laugh from Brook and Usopp, The swordsman nods squeezing your hand as he pulls you out the kitchen. Making you way across the deck you notice how tense Zoro is but his face is blank making a pit form in your stomach since you can't tell what he's feeling. "Are you mad at me?" You hesitantly ask not sure if you want to know the answer or not but the swordsman lets out a heavy sigh giving you a quick glance before opening the door to your bedroom, once the door is closed behind the two of you Zoro turns to you letting go of your hand "No i'm not mad at you.. i'm just" The swordsman sighs rubbing the back of his head, stepping closer you take his free hand giving him a soft smile.
Zoro relaxes at your touch starting to feel more confident with what he needs to say now that your both behind closed doors "Lets wait for Sanji before i get to the big stuff but for now i.. I'm sorry for snapping at you" The swordsman apologies managing to meet your eyes, reaching up you run your hand over his cheek while leaning in to kiss his cheek "Thank you" You whisper pulling away only for Zoro to grab your waist pulling you in for a heated kiss, his lips crash against yours with need his tongue easily slipping into your mouth making you hum in delight, unfortunately your kiss is cut short by a knock at the door. Pulling away you both look over to see Sanji walking in and closing the door behind him with a smile "I thought we were going to talk?" The cook teases as he makes his way over, taking his hand you pull the blonde into the two of you while leaning up to lightly peck his lips "We are, but we were waiting for you" Zoro smirks taking Sanji's other hand and giving it a squeeze, the cook nods giving a smile back gesturing for the swordsman to speck his mind. Letting out breath Zoro turns his attention back to you seeing you make the same gesture. "I need to know if your fully sure about this, I know it's not going to be you killing him but still your going to kill someone." Giving him a sad look you reach up to cup his cheek knowing he's worried about your mental well-being afterwords. "Zoro, i understand your concerned but I'll be fine. I won't be in the room when it happens, my snakes will take care of things so please don't worry"
The two body sigh in relief glad that you won't be there when it happens "Good, i don't want you alone with him" Sanji lets out a small nervous laugh, he was worried Percy would try and manipulate or mentally hurt you again but you bit your lip knowing you wanted a privet word with the young man "I do want to say a few things to him before i leave my snakes to it but… I know you two won't like it but i don't want you there when i do" You know they would protest so hold up your hands to stop them before they can even voice their worries and anger, luckily the two keep quiet but clench their teeth waiting for you to explain your reasons why "He's convinced your both manipulating me into saying and doing things, i want him to know that what i say is my words not yours. i'm not going to try and reason with him or get him to understand, i just want him to know that what i say is my words not yours" Putting your hands down you wait for the two to respond but surprisingly its silent, Zoro clenches his fits wanting to argue, but he understands your need to make things clear, Sanji lets out a sigh wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you into him and place a kiss on your head "Alright my love, but we'll be outside just in case you need us ok?" The cook asks hoping you'll say yes, The swordsman looks up at the two of you feeling a little better when you nod your head, stepping closer Zoro wraps his arms back around the two of you holding you both close to his chest "I can live with that" glad that the both of them are agreeing to this you lean up to place light kisses on each of their lips.
Unfortunately the swordsman had one last worry that he had to voice so pulls away slightly while gripping your waist "I.. I want to beat Percy's ass for what he did to you but i don't know if i can hold back, i nearly killed him out in the forest, if didn't you waking up he would be dead." The swordsman sigh, giving him a soft smile you know it'll be hard for him to not kill the guy but you trust him and know that if he did, it would be an accident. "i won't get mad it you accidentally kill him, i know your anger can sometimes get the better of you but your really good at controlling it when it matters" You reassure but Zoro's face is still shows confliction, placing a kiss on his cheek Sanji gives the green haired man a small smile "I really want to make him pay too, why don't we kick his ass together, I'll make sure you don't kill him and then after we can take a bath together" The suggestion finally makes the swordsman smile while nodding in agreement, he normally wouldn't like someone holding him back but this time he'll make an exception. "Well you better hop to it then, in half an hour i'm getting a bath so unless you don't want to join me…" You smirk earning quick kisses off the two which makes you giggle at their eagerness "Love you babe" Zoro kisses your cheek before rushing out the bedroom not wanting to waist time in beating Percy's ass, so he can bath with you, Sanji kisses your other cheek before heading off after the swordsman "Love you mi amour" The cook calls back giving you a wave while trying to catch up with the swordsman.
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Bad Horsie - Yandere! Johnny Joestar x Reader x Yandere! Gyro Zeppeli
Reader’s horse has a stand and of course is protective of their owner, both Gyro and Johnny fume over this as this animal blocks them at every move. This was supposed to be a joke post for April fools awhile go, less comedic than I was intending so it’s not gonna be right on April fools.
Horse’s name : Bastille
Stand : Bad Horsie (Namesake ; Steve Vai - Bad Horsie)
You and Bastille probably had one of the strongest bonds one could possibly have with each other. Even Mountain Tim himself made an observation of this, which made you proud. Your father had given him to you a few years prior to entering the Steel Ball Run. A horse that was supposedly stubborn with other riders, just happened to click with you. So, you made sure to treat him right, give him the love he deserved and the both of you could communicate with grace.
Something that came heavily in handy in this arduous journey across the United States. Though it wasn’t just the two of you alone not like you thought it would have been. You wished it was that way, but life had thrown you a terrifying hardball consisting of two racers. The British born Johnny Joestar and Italian Gyro Zeppeli, who you only had considered allies to get you through this disaster of a race.
Bastille was your rock keeping you sane around those two, their romantic interest suddenly blossoming in a hell-scape of stand users. Your lovely horse knew this, the nervousness in your heart as you handled the reigns. He’d always eyeball the two of them when they were camping down for the night or when you hit a checkpoint. So he made it known to you to give as much pets as you wanted.
However as the trek went on, the atmosphere became suffocating. Bastille could feel it even as the two of you kept in sync, trying your best to either ride behind or in front of those two men. As much as there was to worry about venomous snakes or other apex predators, they seemed easier to deal with in this scenario. Perhaps this horse couldn’t get the complete situation down, but if you were in danger it would help instinctively or otherwise.
You knew your lovely companion had a stand but never divulged this to the men you were traveling with. You felt rather guilty relying on your own horse for protection, but if he wanted to you knew there wasn’t stopping him. Just retroactively planning things carefully so you and him could cross that finish line.
While you tried to keep your distance from these two, as much as they would allow they would take advantage of this to talk about your horse. This was literally the only reason for the past few weeks that you managed to get any kind of break. They knew for certain your furry friend knew this even if you didn’t consciously realize.
“The way their horse acts it’s interesting isn’t it?” Gyro said breaking a small silence the two of them.
Johnny’s blue eyes glanced over briefly “It’s not too hard to differentiate, horses do have emotions but I can tell there’s something more to him”
Gyro nodded along “How long have you been suspecting him being something more?”
The blond admitted he couldn’t shake a certain feeling from the very start of the race. Gyro’s eyes in turn widened a bit before resettling.
“Tch…so I’ve been getting dirt flung in my face on purpose by that cheeky prick for a little while now” The male smirked with a small gleam of his teeth.
Joestar himself sighed, he was frustrated by Bastille himself. He never really counted on being on the defensive against a horse of all things. Considering they were chasing corpse parts, this should hardly be any surprise to either of them. Johnny would never hesitate in taking a humans life to keep you to himself, Your horse complicated things for the race at least.
“Think it has a stand?” Gyro tossed another question out “If he wants to protect them that bad, I can’t rule that out as an impossibility”
“Wouldn’t be surprised, y/n loves that horse to death and of course they wouldn’t bother telling us about it”
“Damn, that’s true…” He clicked his tongue in annoyance, not for the potential fact your horse could’ve helped during certain face offs. Or the fact it was only focused on you and vice versa stung his heart. You’re cute trying to hide everything from him and Johnny though. As for Bastille, he wasn’t about to let a damn horse of all things keep him away from his darling.
The two of them decided to stitch together a timeline of sorts of your mighty steed’s actions. Johnny recalling a few times during the night he’d see your horse move it’s pitch closer when it could tell when he was staring at you during the night. Not to mention the close proximity of blocking his view of you by the morning. Or it pulling back when if felt your discomfort at him getting close to you while running.
Biggest thing Johnny had happen to him was almost having his head crushed in. He’d admit he was being nosy in attempting to get a hold of a diary you had, just to see if you were trying to write something to a potential significant other. Which he’d promptly burn without care if you had one if he had actually gotten a hold of it.
Gyro on the other hand had as he said dirt flung in his face various times. The intense flirtatious comments he’d make occasionally would sometimes occur. Almost getting knocked off balance if you tensed up enough. Or his belongings on Valkyrie getting strewn about, to distract the Italian from being in your presence. Or somehow slipping into a waterhole even though he knew for certain he had good balance and grip.
Johnny wouldn’t lie, he kinda chuckled at that last one at the time.
In literally any normal scenario anyone would take a hint. But Johnny and Gyro didn’t quite see it as protecting you. They were pouncing for more attention from you than they already greedily lapped up.
That evening when you all decided to pitch up camp for the night however would unknowingly unravel everything.
That evening you were the one to start the fire, the wood and kindling already gathered. You felt nervous that you weren’t able to catch another respite from these two. Keeping you right in their line of sight. Sighing you informed Gyro the fire was ready and he decided to start dinner with steadfastness. However he insisted you help him this time around.
“You know, that horse of yours sure does love you” Gyro abruptly brought up while tending to cutting up something with his knife.
“uh yeah I’d think so?” You do your best to shrug off the comment
“Something seems interesting about yours behavior wise” He responded cryptically.
“What’s your point?”
A smirk rises on his face, his green eyes cutting into your own.
“I’m just saying your horse seems to act on things with purpose”
You could feel your heartbeat race a bit faster than usual, this wasn’t the first time but this was a little different. A snort came from the distance, Bastille looking to your eyes clearly disgruntled. Shortly after you saw Gyro pointing towards him.
“There’s only so many times something could be an accident, and you know it don’t you?”
You swallowed nervously when Gyro projected his voice a bit louder. You knew who he was referring to, and when his eyes settled down back to yours you went cold.
“It’s not very nice keeping things from your lovers you know” Your eyes darted over to Johnny whose own stare was ice cold.
“Now, I’m a little more forgiving than Johnny is…Bastille would probably be dead by now if we weren’t searching for the corpse parts or were in a race” Something you absolutely took to be true when you saw the blond facing down an enemy.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw something pierce the ground, causing Bastille to move erratically in dodging. Quickly rising to your feet to attempt to assist him. But the sensation of a steel ball on your leg made you twist in a way you never felt before. Gyro quickly sought to catch you and hold you back into his vice grip.
“Bastille stop! Stop!” You shouted as he stomped his hooves aggressively, knowing he would try to attack Johnny. Gyro too if he hadn’t been so preoccupied. It pained you to say such a thing when you knew for certain they started this on purpose.
“You could give it up all right now and try to fight Johnny and I off, abandon the race completely” The Italian man stated with smugness.
“But I’ll make sure you’re unable to run in anyway I can” He hummed “I can hurt you just enough that I need help you like I do Johnny~, but not enough to disqualify you from the race”
You bit your lip as he squeezed his arms closer around your body.
“So what’ll be? Can’t wait to hear your answer”
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Do you think Sebastian is going to end up getting into a serious fight with the bizarre doll "butler" that killed Agni? Agni was perportedly Sebastian's physical match in battle, so if Seb had to go up against stabby mckniferson I think he could still be at an impasse even if the blades don't do any lasting damage. For all we know, Undertaker could have somehow equipped this bizarre doll with weapons that could actually hurt him.
Hey Anon! Sorry for the slight delay! June is finally over.
Soooo, as it turns out, @cielsama14 and I had a recent lil discussion about when the twins confront each other in a final chess match and who their allies might be at this point.
Speaking strictly about who will fight who though, I'm not sure yet. When it comes to Agni's killer, Polaris (= Joker), as I explained here, I think it's possible that Agni was overwhelmed because Polaris has metal/steel/robotic arms.
Another possibility is, seeing Layla in the previous mini arc, that the current BD star lords somehow had their strength enhanced (which would not be a first in the story, considering characters like Finny, Ran-Mao and also maybe those kids at the orphanage).
Either way, I agree that Agni being overwhelmed was really surprising back then, which is why we all were very moved when he died, because he indeed stood his ground rather incredibly against a demon like Seb. So depending on what the answer is, behind the strength of Polaris, I'd say the one(s) who will take Polaris down can be different characters.
I understand that, since they had a peculiar link (as meaningful as can be when Seb sees humans as grasshoppers), fans would want to see Seb destroying Polaris...
...However, in the final part of the chess game, Seb might be busy fighting against Shinigami deserters (like UT or others).
If Seb's out, then Finny's strength might come in handy against Polaris, especially since all servants liked Agni very much. Just like Snake, whom I think will choose the Phantomhive household over his old comrades of the circus, will probably join the fight against Joker (if that's who Polaris indeed is) because he'll need catharsis.
Lastly, there's Soma, who also knows how to fight and who initially rescued Agni to have a sparring partner, who would most likely want to avenge Agni if faced with his killer. However, Polaris acted on real!Ciel's orders and, since Soma wanted to become our!Ciel's Agni, I'd rather see him playing a more significant role in the our!Ciel vs real!Ciel confrontation.
TL;DR for now my bet is more on the Phantomhive servants fighting Polaris together, in order to avenge Agni's death but also to help Snake move on about his previous comrades (if Polaris is Joker), but I could be wrong ! :)
I hope this answered your question? Have a nice day. :D
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Quite a haul from the gastroenterology appointment this afternoon!
We've now got quite a supply of disinfectant stuff and "glideslime", plus a fistful of gauze swabs to use with them.
Plus that (useless for me) box of individual packs of lidocaine goop.
They also threw in about half a pack they had handy of hospital barf bags. Can't forget the barf bags, apparently! 🙃
Not to mention the centerpiece, looking like the world's crappiest hose to beat people with.
Which I am intended to snake down my throat on a regular basis, with the tape line as a guide of how far to go. Which I did in office already, a couple of times. That was fun. At least I did show the foresight to skip lunch beforehand, is all I can say.
They pulled out what looked for all the world like some particularly large pool cue case, but full of a graduated set of tapers rather than cues. (Small blessings? 🥴) I halfway expected to get sent home with that, but no today they decided to just cram that smallish one in a plastic bag.
I am actually trying this shit voluntarily, btw.
Home self-torture was mentioned as a possible option not that long after we got here--I think partly to hopefully cut down on how often I needed the gastroscopy treatments while we were still having to pay completely out of pocket before I was covered by the local system. Then it didn't come up again. I actually brought it up myself pretty recently, after they decided to switch me over onto the much more involved (and totally fucking miserable) full outpatient day surgery under general anesthesia plan for the procedures.
I would really like to continue being able to swallow and, like, live. But, I truly do not know how much longer I can force myself to do that on a monthly basis. So yeah, I will gladly snake out my own damn throat like a balky drain if it might hopefully mean that I can keep going without the standing appointments in Medical Trauma Hell* which are also physically much harder on me than the previous arrangement.
Anyway, they were really not sure about this, especially since the worst of the damage to the esophagus is way down the pipe, almost to my stomach. These drain snake hoses are apparently what they were relying on themselves for dilation treatments before endoscopes were a thing, so it (thankfully) wasn't necessarily a question of how effective that approach might be. More how well the person might be able to tolerate reaming out their own throat that far.
Their department has evidently only had two other patients taking the DIY approach, both of them with strictures much higher up. (Though I was reassured that both of them did manage to go at least several years between needing further professional help.)
But yeah, I am highly motivated and pretty damned stubborn. I do appreciate that they are actually willing to talk to me, and seeming to consider comfort as a somewhat important consideration. All of which is one hell of a lot better than I could say for the clowns in London during actual procedures.
I did try the next size up in the office too, but that was enough trickier today with several people watching me deepthroat plastic plumbing snakes that for now they just sent me home with the small 5mm hose. I am scheduled to go back next week for another round in Day Surgery Hell anyway, and they might give me more then. It should also be easier to manage with bigger ones once they've reamed the esophagus out again.
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* They have been treating me like an actual person at that hospital, consistently. But, PTSD just being stuck in a situation like that for most of a day. No wonder medical professionals keep not being happy at what my blood pressure is doing.
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