#Not currently open from prompts!! Just finally getting to this one that's been sitting in my inbox for a year

[actiniumwrites]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

synopsis: how they react when they find out you’ve never had a date on valentine’s day

based on the prompt: “you’ve never had a valentine’s date?”

characters: diluc, kaeya, mona, zhongli, xiao, kujou sara, kazuha, itto, tighnari, cyno, and childe x gn! reader (separately)

warnings: fluff, a bit of angst in some of them, these are meant to be pre-relationship but you can interpret them how you want

notes: releasing this a day early because i know i’ll forget about it tomorrow lmao. also i was gonna do more for this than just a bullet scenario, but then i realized there was only like a week left until valentine’s when i wrote this so i couldn’t do anything big 😭 but i did really like this prompt so enjoy!

diluc:

his facial expression contorts into one of confusion as he wipes the inside of the glass in his hand

you’re sitting in front of him, legs crossed one over the other as they dangle over the barstool you’re on. your head rests in your hand innocently, as if what you had just said hadn’t affected you at all

you’ve never had a valentine’s date?

no. diluc just can’t accept it, at least, that’s what he decides as he puts the glass down and starts to remove his apron

before you know it, his hands are gripping yours, pulling you out the door and into the now sunset painted city you called your home

valentine’s wasn’t over yet, and diluc was sure as hell going to make sure you got that date

kaeya:

he laughs, his smile wide and his eyes teasing as he blinks through his tears

but then he sees the way you grimace and your eyes look anywhere but at him. he sees a sense nervousness and embarrassment wash over every inch of your face

he feels awful

kaeya hadn’t meant anything bad by his laughter. truthfully, he thought you were joking with him because, how could someone so utterly beautiful in every which way, someone so full of life, someone so perfect never have been asked on a date on valentines?

you were all he had ever wanted and more, and yet you weren’t even his

apologies come flying out of his mouth for a solid two minutes before you assure him it’s okay and, as expected, that stupid smirk appears on his face again

his hand is latching onto yours as he leans in close, asking you to join him on a date so he could make it up to you

and although he seems rather nonchalant on the outside, his heart is beating rapidly on the inside, begging you to accept so he could finally make you his

mona:

her mouth falls open at the sound of your response to the question

then it shuts…and then it opens again

meanwhile, you have to keep yourself from laughing too hard because of the way she currently resembles a fish

she huffs as she ignores your muffled laughter and tosses the pen she had been writing with to the side and gathers her papers on her desk

you’re still laughing, but her face is as serious and determined as ever

and before you know it, you were getting dragged out of her room and into yours. and your best friend tells you to get ready, as glammed up or as comfortable as you want

she was going to take you out on the best damn date of your life and maybe, just maybe, finally confess her feelings to you

zhongli:

his eyes widen in shock and he immediately sets his tea down to clasp his hands together

he’s silent, thinking carefully about what to say to your response to his question. honestly, he looks like someone had just murdered his grandma

deep down, he wants to ask why

but he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings or make you feel bad never having a date on valentine’s

his hand aches to reach for yours and hold it tight in his. secure it with all his adoration and love for you, make you realize he’d do anything to take you on a date — valentines or otherwise

slowly, his eyes reach back up to meet yours and he stands, unclasping his hands and extending one out for you to hold

“if you do not mind, i would like to have the pleasure of being your first valentine’s date. and, perhaps if you enjoy it, you would consider allowing me to take you out again.”

xiao:

he scoffs — why were you even telling him this anyway? he didn’t even like valentine’s day so what does this have to do with him?

yet, he doesn’t miss the way his heart seems to skip a beat before pounding furiously against his chest

was he angry? upset? emotional? sad? he wasn’t sure but, whatever it was, it was not a good feeling

he masks whatever emotion it was and displays the most neutral expression he could come up with

because, no, xiao is not jealous and most definitely does not care

yet, as much as the adeptus claimed to hate valentine’s day, he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit interested if it means he gets to spend the day with you

his eyes avoid yours and a small blush crosses his face as he offers a proposition:

“if you would like…maybe you could spend the day with me?”

kujou sara:

her arms cross as she leans sideways against the wall, staring directly at you as she scoffs

“who wouldn’t want to take you out on a date?”

shit

the general definitely did not mean to say that out loud

suddenly, she’s standing upright and stuttering left and right as you stand in front of her in shock

her hands are waving in front of her face sporadically as she desperately tries to explain herself

but then your silence turns into laughter and it feels like the world around her completely stops as you reassure her that it’s okay and that you’re actually quite flattered

embarrassed as she is, sara sighs and stares at anywhere but you, “i know it’s your favorite, so meet me at uyuu restaurant at 7 tonight. please don’t make me regret this.”

kazuha:

he offers a gentle smile and covers your hand in his own

“that’s okay, neither have i.”

you’re quick to ask him why, but he’s quick enough to ask you the same

you’re dumbfounded, but argue that you asked him first. and he explains, saying that he’s always preferred the wind and spending his time in nature rather than out on silly dates

and your eyes loose their shine a little, not only upset because you have to talk about the fact that no one had ever asked you on a valentine’s day before, but also because it meant you likely wouldn’t have the chance to ever go out with him

and he notices, because that’s just how kazuha is

“just because i said i don’t prefer to go on dates, doesn’t mean i don’t enjoy them. in fact, i would greatly appreciate it if you would join me at chinju forest later today. perhaps we could have a picnic and enjoy the scenery together?”

itto:

he gasps loudly, almost as if he’s in a horror movie and the killer just found him

it scares you at first, thinking that his sudden expression was not in reaction to your response, but then you realize itto was in fact reacting to you

it’s just his dramatic nature

his hand is over his heart and his eyes are shut, acting as if he’s in pain

“oh no! no, no, no! this just won’t do!”

and you laugh whole heartedly at him. a smile irresistibly tugs at your lips and your eyes are all wrinkled

and when you recover, itto’s looking at you with the brightest, most fondest look you think you’ve ever seen in your life

and it hits you: he was trying to make you laugh so that you wouldn’t feel bad

and then he’s all serious, but you can tell he’s really just nervous, “uh, hey listen, i can take you out…but only if you want! not that you have to or anything — no, no that would be uh…yeah!”

tighnari:

“valentine’s day is a rather trivial holiday. there’s no need to be so upset about never having had a date.”

your eyes fall to your hands as he says those words. not that he sees of course, seeing as he’s turned around at his desk, writing away at some papers

“yeah, no! i get it, you’re right,” you say. but your words don’t match your tone, and you hate how quick tighnari is to pick up on it

he sighs and turns around, still fiddling with the pen in his hand, but you don’t meet his eyes

you knew he didn’t mean it in a bad way, that’s just who he is, but you couldn’t help the hurt you felt when he spoke

and then he sighs again. although, this time a small, but genuine, smile graces his expression, “if a date is what will make you happy, then i would happily take some time off from work.”

cyno:

he’s hesitant to respond

not because he finds it appalling that you’ve never had a date on valentine’s day, but because he’s simply not well versed in relationships or emotional comfort in general

his eyes stay focused on the ground and his fingers tighten against the barrel of his polearm

he’s so quiet that you’re not even sure he heard your response

and he continues to think for a few more moments before huffing and just saying everything outright

overthinking wasn’t the mahamatra’s style

so he asks you out to dinner that night. not out of pity either, just simply because that’s what cyno wanted

sure he wasn’t a fan of the holiday, but his feelings for you are certainly enough to make him want to celebrate it

childe:

his hand is intertwined with yours as you walk together down the streets of liyue

“wait so, you’ve never had a valentine’s date before? as in, this is literally your first one ever?”

you don’t respond. instead, you stare at the buildings around you and all the other couples adorning the different restaurants and gift shops

childe isn’t stupid. he sees the way you get uncomfortable and instantly regrets making the comment

he speaks softly, “i’m honored, you know? besides, you couldn’t get a better first date than me.”

you’re slapping his arm in a matter of seconds, trying to hold back your laugh, but acting angry nonetheless

but then you’re laughing together and you realize, yeah, it really couldn’t get any better than him

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin valentine’s #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #mona x reader #zhongli x reader #xiao x reader #kujou sara x reader #kazuha x reader #itto x reader #tighnari x reader #cyno x reader #childe x reader #that last line in childe’s pained me to write #you really can do a lot better than him 😭

[thefandomthings]

5 fluff zuko

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

Fluff prompt #5: "I have to go but-one more kiss."

Pairing: Zuko x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, kissing, slight angst, Zuko being Zuko. ¡¡SPOILERS!!

Notes: Bluntest request I have ever gotten (It's from my sister 😶). Takes place in Book 3. Ep 14. @shellbell4

Prompt event

To say you aren't happy that Zuko and Katara decided to go on a 'Revenge mission', is an understatement. You aren't close with Katara, never have been. On two different ends of the spectrum. You both maintain a respectable relationship between each other, BUT that doesn't mean you like one another.

Zuko is completely aware of this. Having this conversation with him multiple times about how she looks at him, or what happened under Bai Sing Sei. But as you know, he isn't to great at reading people and how they are feeling. And it doesn't help that he is the one who suggested it, stings like alcohol on a open wound.

You are currently sitting against one of the dock posts, watching as Katara and Zuko get Appa ready to fly. The nasty look on your face is extremely noticable, Sokka and Aang are both looking at each then between the three of you.

Zuko finishes strapping a few things on Appas saddle and slides down the fluffy sky bison. He might not be the best at reading social cues but he can tell just by the way your eyes burn into his soul, you are pissed and hurt.

He cautiously approaches you and slides down the post next to you, his left arm resting on his knee, his right hand playing with the grass and dirt; picking and prodding.

You don't look at him, your eyebrows are furrowed in anger, you mouth set in scowl. Zuko carefully puts his arm around your shoulders. You don't push him away, but you don't lean into him like you usually do.

"Did you really have to suggest going with her?" You finally spoke, turning your head to look at him. Zuko has a frown on his face as he looks back at you, honey eyes soft and determined.

"She needs closure, Y/n. And Sokka and Aang won't go with her, so I have to." His right hand slides into your own, squeezing it softly. You know he is right, after all he's been through he just wants to make peace with the Gaang, especially Katara.

You sigh finally leaning into his side, your head resting on his shoulder. Zukos' pale cheeks burn pink, his arm squeezing you closer. He leans down and kisses you softly, his dry lips molding with yours before he pulls away.

"Zuko, let's go." Katara hollers from her spot on Appas neck/head. Zuko sighs and stands up, looking down at you with a soft smile.

"We'll be back soon, okay?" He ruffles your hair gently and starts to walk away. You smile slightly, already missing him even if he isn't gone yet.

Zuko then pauses a few feet away and you watch him curiously. He turns on his heel and speed walks back to you. Zuko leans down holding your chin with his forefinger and thumb.

"I have to go but-one more kiss." He presses his lips to yours longer, taking the breath from your lungs. "For good luck."

#thefandomthings #zuko x reader #prince zuko #fire lord zuko #avatar the last airbender x reader #avatar the last airbender #sokka x reader #katara x reader #aanga x reader #toph x reader #hades #prompt event #writing prompt #legend of korra

[janeyseymour]

As per your request! I just copied and pasted it from my comment!!

Also. Love your stories. Love it when you post them. They’re just always so short!! I’m so greedy! I always want more!! I’m always full of ideas so if you need any just ask. (I feel like you don’t need them though you do so well writing!) I’m far to ADHD to actually write any of them so happy for you to create the magic lol

They randomly meet a few weeks/months later in a coffee shop and sit down and chat… or she just happens to Bert her bestie Ava at the school hoping to get a glimpse of her!!

I dunno. You’re the artist! As long as it’s happy and smooshy!! 🥰

Thank you for your sweet, sweet words! As requested, here is part 2! I definitely didn't follow the prompt at all, but this is what I came up with, and I hope it's okay!

Enchanted- pt 2

Part 1

WC: ~2.4k

You went to text Ava the next day after meeting Melissa, but you just couldn’t find the courage. So here you are, still just sitting at your desk job, thinking about her. Your mind is filled with what she could be doing right now- actually you know what she’s doing: it’s 11 am on a Monday morning. She’s at school, probably teaching her second graders. You sit there for another half an hour before it’s finally time for your lunch break, and you take the walk down to the Wawa around the corner like you usually do. 

Melissa opens up her Tupperware container, only to let out a loud groan at the odor that comes out of it.

“What the hell is that smell?” Ava scrunches her nose up as she walks in.

“I knew it was a risk bringing this today,” the redhead grumbles as she dumps the contents out into the trash can. “But I thought I could get another day out of it.”

“Damn, girl,” the principal laughs. “That sucks. Wawa lunch for you, I guess.”

“Anyone want anything?” the second grade teacher asks as she slings her bag over her shoulder. Jacob goes to say something, but he’s cut off by Melissa loudly announcing, “Alright, if no one wants anything, I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”

She storms her way down to the convenience store- the same convenience store that you’re currently standing in. She sees you as soon as she walks in.

You’re not nearly as dressed up as you were the other night when she saw you, and you look to be in deep concentration as you decide what you want for lunch that day. She chuckles as she watches your furrow your brows deeper than she ever thought possible. She’s absolutely enamored.

“For Christ’s sake, Y/N,” you chastise yourself quietly. “Just pick something.”

She stands behind you and laughs softly. “You know, you can’t go wrong with their quesadillas.”

You nearly jump three feet in the air. You weren’t expecting anybody to come up behind you, and you certainly weren’t ready for the woman that has been occupying your thoughts to be there.

“Oh my…” you take a deep breath as you look at her. She looks… wow. Your cheeks instantly heat up. “Hey, Melissa.”

“Hey, hun,” she chuckles. “You forget lunch today too?”

You don’t really want to admit this, but you aren’t about to lie. “I usually take a walk down here everyday for lunch.”

“Everyday?”

“Like clock work,” you tell her, as you still mull over what to get for lunch. “It’s so bad most of the employees here know me by name.”

As if on cue, one of the workers there looks up and gives you a grin. “Hey, Y/N! The usual today?”

“Usual?” Melissa smirks.

“Aw, yeah!” the employee grins. “Homegirl comes in everyday!”

“Damn, you weren’t kidding’,” the redhead mutters, smirk still written on her face. She hip checks you lightly, effectively making you move over. She hits a few buttons, and then looks at you expectantly. You just stand there, not quite sure what you’re supposed to do.

“Oi,” the woman rolls her eyes. “Put in your order before I order for you.”

“Oh, no,” you stumble out. “I- I couldn’t ask you to pay for my-”

“You didn’t ask, I’m just doin’ it. And I ain’t gonna hear any arguments,” she tells you sternly.

“Melissa, I-”

“Hey, kid!” the teacher calls to the employee that greeted you. “What’s her order?”

He rattles it off as Melissa taps through the different screens, and you give him a look of betrayal. She prints off the ticket, wanders over to the drinks and grabs a raspberry tea before heading for the register.

“Melissa, you really don’t have to,” you try again.

She’s already handing the ticket over to the man behind the counter and pulling her card out of her wallet though.

“At least let me give you cash… or Venmo?”

“Absolutely not,” she rolls her eyes. The two of you stand and wait for them to make your meals, and when she hands in the printed paper and gets your food, she hands it to you with a smile. “Enchanted.”

With a hair toss, she makes her way out. The entire walk back to your office, you grin. She bought you lunch. She said, ‘enchanted’ again. Then, you mentally kick yourself because you didn’t ask her out, you didn’t ask for her number, you didn’t tell her you would get the next meal, you didn’t even reply with that one word that seems to be your thing now.

You eat your usual order from Wawa, and there’s something about it… it just tastes so much better.

As Melissa struts back into the school, she has that confident smile on her face.

“Damn, what happened to you in that Wawa, girl?” Ava laughs as she watches the redhead settle back into her seat and take a bite of her hoagie.

“Oh, nothin’,” the redhead shrugs. “Just saw a friend there.”

The next day, Melissa doesn’t come into school with a container full of her own cooking like she usually does. She doesn’t even enter the staff room when lunchtime rolls around. Instead, she grabs her bag and heads down the street to hopefully run into you again at the Wawa. 

You’re standing there again, ordering your meal, although you look a little frustrated today. She doesn’t know that your frustration is because you had been standing there for ten minutes, hoping she would come in. You had just admitted defeat and decided to order when she waltzed in.

“Rough day?” the redhead saunters over and asks you.

Your eyes go wide, and the mental fog is lifted when you hear her voice and smell her perfume. “Hey.”

“Rough day?” she repeats.

You shake your head. “Just a little tired,” you tell her as you move to the side so she can put in her order. “I can’t focus on anything at work.”

She taps away on the screen, ordering hers and then also yours. 

You swallow hard. “You remember my order?”

“Course I do,” she shrugs. She hits the button to print the ticket, but as she goes to grab it, you take it first. You make your way over to the drink stations, grab a diet coke, and gesture for her to get her own drink. She grabs a raspberry tea again and then follows you to the register. As you go to hand your card over, a gentle hand slaps your card out of your hand and to the ground. She’s standing there with a smirk as she goes to hand her own card over.

“Aye, Schemmenti,” you playfully growl as you bend over to pick your card up. “It’s my turn to buy.”

“Nah, I got this one,” she chuckles. She also goes to hand her card over, but you smack it out of her hand and throw your card at the employee- a man who is used to seeing you come in and actually checked the two of you out yesterday.

“It’s her turn,” the man shrugs with a cheeky smile as he takes your card, although he does slightly cower at Melissa’s glare. Then the redhead turns to you and immediately turns softer.

“Thank you,” she places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “But I got next one.”

“Alright, alright,” you laugh as the two of you head over to the counter to wait for your meals.

“So, you forgot your lunch again?” you ask her.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “Had it out on the counter and left it.” It’s a complete and total lie. She knew she had to test fate to see you again.

The two of you chat while they get your order together, and once again, she’s bidding you a goodbye with a gentle, ‘enchanted’. This time, you get to say it back, and your smiles and blushes are quite similar to each other. 

This continues for the next few weeks, until one day she doesn’t show up at the Wawa like she usually does. Your day sucks. And you’re supposed to meet with Ava after the school day to go get your nails done. You know she’s going to be onto you when you show up in a bad mood.

“Damn girl,” she rolls her eyes and raises a brow. “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

“Nothin’,” you roll your eyes back. “Let’s just get our nails done and gossip.”

“You know I’m always down for that shit,” she laughs.

The two of you talk for a while as the ladies do your nails before it the conversation turns to your love life.

“Well, who is it this week?” your best friend asks you.

“No one,” you sigh.

“Well no wonder you’re in a bitch mood- you need to get some!”

“Girl, you make me sound like I’m with someone new every weekend, and you know for a fact that I am very much not like that,” you roll your eyes.

“You have to have your eye on someone,” the principal says. “Otherwise you would be out at the bar looking for someone!”

You mull over telling her, and before you know it, the words are spilling out of your mouth, “Well, I do have my eye on one person, but it’ll never happen, so…”

“Ooh, girl! You got tea! Spill it!”

“It’s really not a big deal,” you tell her, hoping she doesn’t pry. Of course she does, it’s Ava, so you have to go about describing Melissa without Ava being able to catch on.

“She’s a little older than us, she’s tough on the outside but has a soft spot for me,” you tell her. “Easy on the eyes, smart as a whip.”

“Girl, why didn’t you tell me you were practically dating someone?! If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re describing Schemmenti."

“I’m not,” you roll your eyes. “I really just see M- this woman when we run into each other at Wawa.”

“What’s her name?” the principal wiggles her eyebrows, all too interested in your love life.

“Enough about my love life,” you shut her down. “Anything interesting happen at school today?”

“I had to cover Schemmenti’s classes today,” Ava tells you. “Woman sounded awful today when she was calling out.”

It clicks in your head that that’s why she wasn’t there to meet you at the Wawa like she usually did, and it isn’t like she has your number to let you know she wasn’t going to meet you. You instantly feel a bit of relief that she didn’t just decide not to come- but you feel bad that she isn’t feeling well.

“Oh?” you try to hide how you actually feel about it. “Is she alright?”

“Nasty cough,” your best friend tells you. “But she assured me she’d be back tomorrow… Red never calls out, so I knew she was feeling pretty shitty.”

“That sucks,” you sigh softly. “Hopefully she’s back tomorrow.”

“So you can ‘run into her at Wawa’?” your best friend blind sides you with her casual remark.

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say quickly, hoping to cover yourself.

“Oh, please,” she waves the hand that isn’t being painted right now. “I saw the eyes the two of you were giving each other at the fundraiser, and Melissa has been going to Wawa everyday since the one day her lunch went bad. I know she’s going to the same Wawa you go to everyday, and she always comes back in a better mood. I put it together about a week in. And you just confirmed it.”

“I did not.”

“Girl, remember, I’ve known you since we were five. I know when you’re lying. Listen, she’s your type, your hers. I say go for it.”

“Maybe I will… if she’s feeling better and at school tomorrow.”

“If I know Schemmenti, she will be,” Ava rolls her eyes. “She might be half asleep, and an absolute bitch tomorrow, but she’ll be there.”

Melissa looks like hell as she drags herself into the Wawa, but to you she still looks gorgeous as ever. When she spots you, her eyes light up.

“The usual?” she asks you as the two of you head to the ordering stations. Her voice is barely there.

“Mel, you should be home resting,” you tell her pointedly.

“I’m fine,” she grumbles. “Besides, I can’t miss. The kids have important tests coming up, and-” she interrupts herself to cough. It sounds awful.

You lay a gentle hand on her shoulder and rub it soothingly. Once she’s finished coughing, she sighs. 

“Soup instead of your usual hoagie?” you ask her, already pressing buttons to order her a chicken noodle soup.

She looks defeated but nods. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

You insist on paying, telling her to let herself be taken care of. She begrudgingly listens, mumbling about how she’s a Philly girl and she can handle herself. You roll your eyes, but you assure her that she’s still a tough Philly girl- that it’s okay to lean on someone else. As the two of you are standing there, she coughs a few times. Again, you lay a gentle hand on her shoulder. When she’s finally done coughing, she quite literally leans into your body just slightly.

“Sorry I ditched ya yesterday,” she wheezes out. “I couldn’t drag myself out of bed.”

“No need to apologize,” you assure her. “I’m glad you were home getting some rest.”

“I just kept wishing I had a way to tell you,” she mutters.

“Well, why don’t I just give you my number, so if that happens again… or you want to get something besides Wawa with me, we can text?” you shoot your shot with the woman.

“That sounds… enchanting,” she smiles softly. “When I’m feeling better, I’ll make us dinner? I’m one hell of a cook.”

“I’d be enchanted,” you tell her warmly.

As the two of you separate, you get a text from her. Enchanted.

By the time the end of the work day is over, Ava has texted you too. Bitchhh! I’m assuming you shot your shot. Red came back into the school practically dancing.

Yeah. You’re just starting this chapter of life- that one night was truly enchanting, and it really was the very first page. 

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#melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary fanfiction #abbott elementary fanfic #abbott elementary

[p1nkcanoe]

NSFW prompt for you based on that tag about Swiss giving good jfk

Swiss gives someone of your choice good jfk (maybe on the tour bus? in front of everyone? after a show?)

Love you bye 🫶

Swiss will not keep his hands to himself. He’s got something on his mind for sure. He’d stared at Phantom throughout the entirely of the night’s ritual from his platform, had glued his hands to Phantom’s waist and the small of his back during bows, and had practically dragged the ghoul to the dressing room afterwards to smother him with his lips and grope at sweaty skin until the door opened and the rest of their pack had filed in. And now, sitting on the bus, he still won’t stop staring at him like he wants to eat him alive. 

They’re far apart, not by either of their choices, and Phantom leans his head in his palm against the nice leather arm of the couch. His muscles are tired and tight with exhaustion and the soft rumble of the bus as it flies down the interstate adds weight to his eyelids that struggle to stay open. It’s too early for sleep–he knows this–but the drone of everyone’s voices and the hum of the engine are lulling him to an early bedtime. Phantom tries to stay awake. He lifts his head up, repositions his body to a position less comfortable, and tries to blink the sleep away, and everytime he looks up he makes eye contact with those piercing, golden eyes across the bus. 

For a short moment he looks back, holds his gaze the best he can to make sure the ghoul isn’t trying to get his attention, but Swiss doesn’t look away. He doesn’t change his position or make any sort of move, just stares with those beautiful eyes that make Phantom’s knees weak. But truly, Phantom is a sleepy ghoul. He breaks the gaze between them to allow his eyelids to fall again and his head to meet his palm, and when he finally begins to succumb to sleep he hears movement from somewhere on the bus and then feels hands at his belt. 

He cracks an eye open to find the ghoul squatted on one knee. 

“Oh–Swiss–What’re you–Oh–!”

Swiss pulls his dick, mortifyingly soft, from his pants and spits messily over the tip before taking the ghoul wholly into his mouth and swirling his tongue. Phantom shoots up at the very sudden and very unexpected stimulation, his hands flying to the back of Swiss’ shirt and bunching as much of the fabric in his fists as he can reach for some sort of hold on him. His face burns hot with embarrassment and he doubles over the top of the ghoul’s head in an attempt to hide himself and make himself smaller. The sudden movement and pressure to the back of Swiss’ head pushes him further down and Phantom chokes on his own saliva, coughing and sputtering and adding to the redness flooding under his skin. 

Everybody is staring–he can feel their eyes burning into him. And he really can’t blame them, if it was anyone else in his current position he’d probably be staring, too. But right now, suddenly the center of attention, he isn’t sure he wants this attention. “Fuck, fuck, fuck–” he gasps and raises up just enough to crane his neck downwards and catch a glimpse of the ghoul in his lap. Swiss sucks at him hard, brings a hand up to dig into the fly of his pants and play with his balls as if they’re not surrounded by their entire pack and also very publicly in the center of the bus. He scrambles at the back of Swiss’ head with shaking hands and digs his fangs into his lip. 

Phantom doesn’t think he’s ever been so mortified in his entire existence. He can’t look up past the top of Swiss’ head; making eye contact with anyone right now would probably kill him. But he can’t deny it feels fucking good. Swiss is a master with his mouth, everybody knows it, and he’s getting so hard so quick with the combination of dopamine and adrenaline running through his veins. He pulls at dense curls and shakes his head, tries to pull the ghoul off his dick, but Swiss is steadfast on giving him head he won’t ever forget. 

Phantom folds over his head again, tries to curtain away his dick with his body when Swiss starts bobbing his head, making little choked sounds deep in the back of his throat with how dedicated he sucks him down. He can only endure. He feels everything–the burning of everyone’s eyes, the heat and slickness of Swiss’ mouth, the kneading on his balls–and hears everything too. Hears the clicks and wet noises as his tip punches the back of his throat over and over and over again, and hears the comments and snickering from his packmates as they watch their free show. He tries to ignore it, tries to enjoy the feeling, because yeah, it feels good, but why did he have to do this here and now? 

Claws dig deep and tight into ebony colored curls when Swiss’ tongue swirls skillfully around his tip and then drags back and forth through his slit. Lightning shoots down his spine and settles hot in his belly and he accidently lets a breathy moan slip past his lips that causes someone to his right to chuckle and Swiss to drop his head halfway down his shaft. He moans around him, sending vibrations through his cock and Phantom groans, melts into the back of the couch and covers his face with his hands. Swiss hollows his cheeks, sucks so good that Phantom thinks he’s trying to suck any remnants of a soul out of his dick. 

“Oh no,” he spits through gritted teeth. His body buckles on him. “Oh no, oh– fuck– i’m gonna…” He spills quick and hot down Swiss’ throat and Swiss thanks him with an irregular pattern of squeezes to his balls followed by a gorgeous moan that turns Phantom’s cheeks impossibly more red. He tries so hard to stifle the whine that bubbles in his throat but Swiss’ work on his dick is way too good and he slips anyways, whines high and strained into his palms. He knows he’s bringing more attention to himself but he can’t help it. He’ll get Swiss back some way or another for this. 

Swiss takes all of him once more before raising up and off with a pop that makes Phantom gasp in sudden overstimulation. His dick twitches, jerks when Swiss pulls his hand out of his pants and wipes his mouth on the back of it so nonchalantly that Phantom frowns. He scrambles to tuck his softening cock away as Swiss pushes himself up to his feet, stretches his hands above his head and groans as his muscles pull back out. Phantom still can’t look at anyone. He can see Dew’s hand out of the corner of his eye, rubbing and pulling at himself hard through the fabric of his navy blue sweats. It feels like all of the oxygen has been sucked from the room. 

“Damn, Swiss, can I get one of those too?”

“Nah,” Swiss says. His voice is fucked. He steps between Phantom’s feet and grabs the ghoul by the front of his shirt. He yelps. “I’m not done with this one yet.”

#p1nk ficlet #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss x phantom

[totally-not-a-tickle-blog]

If you’re open to fic prompts: maybe Angel finding out Husk is ticklish when he helps him preen his wings? Currently on HuskerDust brain rot :’)

A/N: It's been a long time since I've written anything like a fic so I'm sorry if it come out bad 💔💔

HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

PS: Reblogs and comments motivate writers; not forcing but just in case you're willing to support us :] /gen

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"Not that ticklish"

Ler!AngelDust, Lee!Husk

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive jokes, Huskerdust

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Husk had a thing for his demon body and he's 100% aware of that. He ignored it as much as possible, trying to live like if he's still fully human with just a few changes, but with time he realized that perhaps... it was inevitable. At some point he had to do things that people weren't supposed to do, such as brush his fur or take care of his wings.

However, nowadays at the hotel, Husk avoided doing any of those since he's not alone like he used to be. The guy REALLY refused to be caught doing any of those embarassing things (they are for him atleast), and with people like Angel Dust in this place, he would not be left alone. Not like peace was an option at the first place, but it would get worse.

One week with doing basic hygiene only. Brushing his teeth, taking baths, brushing the top of his head, maybe cleaning his ears too. Nothing else.

At some point the consequences would come, and for his unluck, his fur was the first of them. Just using his hand wasn't really enough to keep it in place; the obvious consequence, yet a big defeat for Husk. Well, if one humiliation was about to come, doing the rest wouldn't really change anything.

"Whiskers~" Angel Dust called, approaching the counter without even looking as he sits. "Can you give some attention for the little me while everyone is busy?" But, as he opened his eyes, nobody was there.

"Oh, that's new." The spider spoke to himself, letting out a sigh of disappointment as he get off his seat.

His smirk disappeared, finally relaxing his face and revealing the honest expression of his: tiredness. Everything that Angel wanted right now was to distract himself, so the sigh had way more than disappointment.

...but his sadness did not last.

"FUCKING BULLSHIT!"

Was the only thing he heard from upstairs, immediately recognizing the cat's voice. Angel would be lying if he said it didn't worry him, which was the same reason why he walked after Husk right away.

And also the reason why there was no knocks before a giant spider basically kicked the door open.

It made Husk jump right away, almost falling on his feet. "What the... what the hell? What was that for?!"

Aaand literally nothing is happening. A bit disappointing, but at the same time relieving.

Maybe nobody died, but something was different. Angel looked at him up and down with a raised eyebrow, silent.

One of Husk's wings was open, it seemed cleaner than the other and a few feathers were on the floor.

An awkward silence dominated the room for some good seconds until Angel finally interrupted it.

"You clean your wings??"

Husk pinched his nose almost instantely. "Preen." He replied with a frown, closing his wing once again.

"Yeah, yeah, whateva'. That's kinda adorable if you ask me..."

"Good thing I didn't. You leaving now?"

Angel closing the door was everything he needed to do as an answer, approaching Husk's bed with a smirk.

"C'mon, lemme help!"

It made Husk's eyes open a little more, creating some more inches of distance between them. "No way."

"And why not? It's not like you can do it all by yourself!" The raise of an eyebrow with a bored face was the answer he got; ignored completely, of course. "Ya' know I ain't leaving anyway."

He does know, he's just sure. This stubborn spider is one to talk about when it comes to not giving up over Husk.

"Mess up one single feather and I'm kicking you out. Permanently." He says, pointing at Angel directly in the face with a sharpened gaze. The other simply nodded, wearing a big playful grin. "Understood, Husky!"

As much it was nice to have some help, it also means teaching Angel how to take care of them, and he's for sure not the best example of a teacher. This, mixed with Angel's lack of knowledge about birds overall, really didn't help.

"—And then you pull it slowly." Husk finished, watching Angel do exactly what he was told to do. Despite anything, the guy seems to be actually trying. "Yeah, like that... uh, kind of. You don't need to take a whole day to do that."

"I'm just being careful, babe! Besides, I'm not gonna risk being banned from your room~"

Husk rolled his eyes. "Just go faster." As he couldn't lose the chance, Angel raised his eyebrows in a mocking yet flirtatious way before finally returning to what he was doing. I mean, he asked for that one!

Angel indeed began to take care of the wing faster, but it also meant making his fingers a bit less quiet too. It began to turn into a problem as soon as he used them to search for anything dirty, scratching lightly. Husk's unintentional movements got Angel's eyes.

'Does it hurt? No, I don't think he wouldn't complain if it did... huh. That's weird.' He thinks to himself, resting his hand there for a moment.

"What got ya' to be moving so much, Husky?" Asked, hiding his slight concern but not his curiosity.

"Nothing, it just... tickles. A little." Answered, a little embarassed but still honest. For some reason it was quite interesting... and cute. Won't lie.

"Didn't knew that wings could be ticklish. Or just... you."

"What do you mean?"

Angel chuckled at the question. "It's just surprising that our grumpy, annoyed and sexy bartender would be so ticklish!" Husk gave him a bad stare, afraid that he was being mocked; even tho it wasn't exactly the case.

"Now you're just making up things, I'm not that ticklish."

"Ohoho, really? Then how could you be all squirmy with only a few touches?"

"It's a... uh..." He looked around, trying to find a good excuse. "...wings, thing. You don't get it, you don't have 'em."

An awful excuse, and to be honest, not even if it was the perfect one it would trick Angel.

"If that's the case then lemme test it in another spot."

Not even ten seconds in, and Angel was already wiggling his fingers in the air, his huge grin expressing a 'dangerous' excitement over the situation.

"Don't you fucking dare..."

A pause between the two. Almost a staring contest by how intense they were looking at each other.

"...GOTCHA'!"

With the war cry yelled out, he jumped towards Husk, who would be able to escape if it wasn't for Angel's additional arms. Goddammit.

Husk tried to get something off his mouth, but literally nothing, not a single sentence was able to form. Just a bunch of gibberish, which entertained the spider quite a lot. However, he wasn't there just for the teasing.

The messed words were cut with a gasp as he felt fingers moving on his sides, already squirming to get out as a body's response. The cat-demon tried to resist, but failed miserably as his giggles dominated completely.

"Fuhuhuck- get off!"

"Hmm... I'll think about it, Whiskers." His fingers, despite fast, did not seem to put that much pressure over Husk's skin. "Just gimme a moment, okay?"

Angel used his free arms to put a hand over his chin, looking up playfully as if actually reflecting on his answer.

"F-FahahaHAHahah! That- that mohoment already passehehed!"

"Hey, you broke my line of thought! Now I gotta start it all over! Huh, what was the question again?"

Husk tried putting on a serious face, only for it to break instantely. "Du-Dumbahahahass!"

"That's not a question." Replied, keeping his teasy remarks in day.

It felt indeed a bit humiliating to be in a position like this, being tickled by the same guy who drives you nuts almot everyday. Unable to do pretty much anything but giggle, and squirm, and... just... not think about anything.

This isn't as bad as it looked like. Right, still embarassing, but not exactly the uncomfortable type of embarassing. It's such a mix of emotions, and at the same time he got nothing on his mind, his head was filled with this type of thing.

And once again, his own body betrayed him. As time passes, a soft purr can be heard between his laughter, not really under his control.

Angel raised his eyebrow almost right away.

"I can hear it..."

"You cahahan't! Shut uhuhup!"

"Pfft- not really using your brain now, are ya'?" He added, tilting his head and moving his hands to Husk's ribs now. "Not like you really caaaan~"

"S-SHIHIHIT!"

The volume of Husk's noises increasing got him startled for a moment, but it quickly went away as he saw some wings flapping lightly.

"C-CA- HAHEHEH- HOW ARE YOHOU DOING THAHAHAT?! STOHOHOP!"

"Me? I'm just really good with my fingers... and you're like, really ticklish. Duh."

Sadly, the fun would come to an end, as the lee's breath was already giving up on him along with the stamina. Now, pushing once more, he put actual effort on it, almost making Angel get thrown off the bed.

"OKAY, OKAHAY, ENOUGH! ENOHOUGH!!"

The energetic fingers finally lost its pace, giving his poor body full of fur some peace. Okay, maybe a last poke only for the tease, but then that's it.

"He-Hey!"

"Oopsie!~" He let out, along with a silly wink. "Sooo? Still not 'that ticklish'? Cuz I don't think I don't got sides and ribs..."

Husk couldn't help but chuckle. "You digged your own grave. Hope you know that, dickhead."

Angel Dust's teasy smile softened, blinking once before leaning back.

"Yeah, I do."

He really hoped they would continue with whatever they began.

#tickling #tickle #tickle community #tickle fanfic #tickle fic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel husker #huskerdust #angel dust x husk #husk x angel dust #lee!husk #ler!angeldust

[msschemmenti]

Are You Jealous?

Chessy x Reader

prompt: jealous chessy :)

a/n: i rewatched parent trap recently and the craziest plotline in that movie was martin and chessy being lovers. both of them were clearly gay.

a/n: sorry this took so long lol unedited and probably pretty bad

“I’d love to see you tonight.” Y/n smiled down the phone. It’d been about a week since she and Chessy had seen each other and with the house to herself, Chessy was going to take advantage.

“Well Nick and the girls are going camping for the weekend, if you’re up for a drive out to the vineyard?” Chessy asked hopefully.

“I think I can swing that. What time should I be there?”

“Everyone should be gone by 5. So anytime after should be good.” Chessy grinned.

“I’ll be there by 5:30. SHould I bring anything?” 

“Just yourself. I’ll make us some dinner and we can crack open something from the cellar to go with.”

“Sounds divine. I’ll call before I head out. See you soon.” Y/n smiled down the phone and waited for Chessy’s reply.

“Can’t wait.”

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“Dinner was great Chess. Thank you so much.” Y/n smiled around her glass as she sat at the kitchen island watching Chessy move around the kitchen. They’d been dating for about four months and were as smitten as a couple could be. After Meredith, Nick started renting out the vineyard as a wedding venue as a bit of passive income. Y/n’s company had been one of the first to host a ceremony on the grounds. she’d been lost and had somehow driven up the Parker’s driveway and was met with a very beautiful woman waving her hands to stop her. from there their romance only flourished. 

“anything for you honey. after i finish these dishes we can go sit under the stars for a bit?” 

“i’d love to. why don’t i dry do we can start relaxing sooner? i need as much relaxation as i can get with this current bride.” 

“well get your cute butt over here and get to work. the stars won’t wait forever.” chessy grinned, reaching to pull the woman close by the waist. The couple washed in tandem, giggling and stealing kisses as they went. really just enjoying each other's company. Just as they put the last dish away, voices floated through the open floorplan startling the couple apart.

“Chessy, who’s car is that?” Hallie called being the first to enter the house. It wasn’t long before more footsteps were heard and before they knew it they were no longer alone. Now standing face to face with a very intimately domestic scene.

“Uh. Hi guys. What are you doing back so early?” Chessy asked, stepping toward the small family.

“Rain at the campsite so we decided to try again next weekend.” nick shrugged eyeing the guest placing the last of the dried dishes in the cabinet.

“Bummer. I’m sure next weekend will be better. We’ll just be going then.” Chessy answered quickly grabbing Y/n’s elbow in an effort to leave the kitchen. Before she could even move around the island all four members grinned mischievously at the nanny and moved in.

“Wait Chessy, aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?” Annie asked looking past Chessy and toward Y/n. Chessy fixed them with a withering glare but sighed pulling Y/n forward as she prepared for the embarrassment. 

“Everyone this is Y/n, my friend,” she smiled toward the twins in censorship.

“Y/n, this is Nick Parker. He owns the vineyard. Elizabeth James, and their daughters Annie and Hallie.” 

Y/n smiled, politely extending her hand to shake each member of the family’s hand before stopping briefly at Elizabeth’s. “I know this is a long-shot but you wouldn’t happen to be the Elizabeth James? Like the wedding dress designer Elizabeth James, would you?”

“Guilty,” Elizabeth smiled.

“Oh I love your work. I’m a wedding planner and all the best dresses I’ve seen in the last 12 years have come from you.” Y/n gushed causing Elizabeth’s cheeks to glow in a blush. 

“How sweet, I’m so glad my dresses seem to rank so well.”

“Oh most definitely, I hope you’re still designing by the time I finally have a wedding of my own. I’ve always imagined I’d be in an Elizabeth James original for my special day.”

“I would love that, have you already got ideas? I could roughly sketch you something since we’re all here for the evening.” ELizabeth offered. Y/n took a step around Chessy to follow ELizabeth before turning back to her girlfriend.

“Do you mind Chess?” Y/n asked quietly, knowing that if Chessy said she did, she’d politely decline and hope she got the chance another day.

“No, go ahead, knock yourself out. Just come find me when you’re done.” Chessy smiled, pushing the woman over toward Elizabeth with a smile.

“Great, I can even show you some recent stuff I’ve been thinking about.” Elizabeth grinned, pulling Y/n through the hall toward her work room. As soon as the women disappeared Chessy could feel three pairs of eyes on her.

“Your friend, hm?” Hallie grinned rounding the counter to one side of the nanny.

“How come we’ve never met this friend before?” Annie asked rounding to the other side, effectively caging Chessy between them.

“That’s none of your business. And rain at the campsite? When’d you all become such babies?” Chessy chided, poking the girls in their ribs. They giggled helplessly as the older woman tickled them. “Wanna watch a movie?”

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The movie had been on for half an hour and the other women had yet to return. Chessy’s attention had been divided the moment they pressed play. During the quieter parts of the movie, she could hear giggles floating through the halls. Chessy’s eyes wandered from the screen in hopes of catching a glimpse of her girlfriend returning, but she wasn’t rewarded. Both Annie and Hallie had anchored themselves on either side of Chessy, legs stretched to each end of the couch. They’d both been commenting on the film and asking questions and Chessy tried to keep up but after noticing her gaze shift to the hallway for what felt like the 100th time they took to giggling and quietly talking to each other. 

As the credits rolled across the screen, Chessy was finally granted some reprieve from her torture. Elizabeth and Y/n came around the corner arms linked, quietly giggling over a sketchbook. 

“Oh Y/n, you’re just delightful. I can’t believe you’ve done four weddings here and I’m only just meeting you.” Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief.

“My brides are always extremely high maintenance. They make it a bit hard to socialize at all!”

“Well, I’ll have to have you come by my local studio sometime. We just have to get together again.”

“Oh Elizabeth, that’d be great. I’ll have Chessy give you my info and we can connect sometime soon.” Y/n smiled as she placed her hands on Chessy’s head affectionately over the back of the couch.

“I’ll be sure to share that.” Chessy mumbled gazing up at the two of you. Both of their eyes still on the sketchbook. 

“Perfect! Girls, it's getting rather late. Say goodnight.” Elizabeth smiled down at the twins while rubbing her hand over Y/n’s shoulder. The girls obediently wished their goodnights before leaving the room. As they left Y/n caught sight of the time herself. 

“It is a bit late, I should head home. I’ve got a few early meetings. It was lovely meeting you all. Chess, will you walk me out?” Y/n asked, finally meeting the older woman’s gaze. The older woman followed behind Y/n closely and as soon as they were out of sight of the family her hands were resting on her waist. 

They came to a stop outside of Y/n’s car and the younger woman turned to face Chessy, “Well that was fun.” Y/n smiled as Chessy backed her into the car. 

“Well I’m glad someone had fun.” Chessy mumbled wrapping her arms around Y/n’s waist with a pout.

“And what’s that supposed to mean? Did you not have fun tonight?” Y/n frowned as Chessy sighed and dodged her eyes.

“I barely saw you tonight.” Chessy huffed. 

Y/n looked over the nanny’s face with a smile. Seeing the jealousy simmering in her mind. With a grin Y/n splayed her hands across Chessy’s chest and pulled on the collar of her shirt. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” 

“What? Pshh, No.” Chessy rolled her eyes. 

“Oh I don’t think that’s true at all.” 

“Well, I think you spent the whole evening with the Elizabeth James.” 

“Chess…” Y/n dragged out, pulling the older woman closer to her.The older woman grumbled but ultimately sighed as the younger woman pinched her cheek. “You know I would’ve stayed if you asked.”

“You seemed so excited. Listen I’m just grumpy the evening didn’t go as planned. I don’t particularly like sharing you.” 

“Well next time, we’ll aim for no interruptions hm?” Y/n smiled sweetly.

“I like the sound of that.” 

“Now give me a kiss so we can say goodnight.”

taglist: @theonefairygodmother , @sleep-deprived-athlete

#lisa ann walter x reader #lisa ann walter #chessy x reader #msschemmenti

[wandafiction]

Mommy's Girl

Warnings 18+: Top Reader, Mommy reader, Bottom Elizabeth Olsen, Use of Sex Toys, Teasing, Strap on (Lizzie Receiving), Degradation, Cock Warming.

You and Lizzie are getting ready to meet a few of the Marvel people at a restaurant, they have just wrapped on endgame and they wanted to celebrate what they called freedom. You are currently in the en suite putting on some well fitted black dress pants with a burgundy button up and some black oxfords, while Lizzie is in the walk-in closet getting changed. You both had said you wanted to surprise each other with the outfits, not having been out properly due to both your conflicting work schedules. So who knows how the night might end, well you both have a very good idea. 

“Baby you ready?” You shout.

“Give me one second.” Making sure everything looks good with your outfit before heading into the bedroom, you sit on the end of the bed with your hands behind you prompting you up, undoing a few of the top buttons of the shirt, and planting your feet in the floor.

You hear something drop to the floor and a small fuck from Lizzie.

“You okay princess?” 

“Mhmm, all good. Fuck where do you go.” You hear her mumble the last part as well as the opening and closing of a few draws and your curious self can’t resist going to find out what she is doing.

“Baby, what’s going …. Holy fuck.” You freeze in the doorway when you see what Lizzie is wearing, watching as a blush travels up the side of her neck and face as she slowly turns to look at you with her hands behind her back.

“Baby, this outfit was meant to be a surprise.” Lizzie whines with a small pout as you take it all in, mouth ajar, her pink cheeks now burning red. “Stop staring, you're making me blush.”

“I can’t help but look at my sexy girlfriend.” You bite your lip when Lizzie tries to avoid your gaze by turning her head to look at the floor.

“Baby stop.” You chuckle holding your hands up in surrender at Lizzie's bright red face, moving to stand in front of her and using your finger and thumb on her chin to tilt her head to look at you.

“What’s behind your back baby?” Lizzie pushes herself against the chest of draws shaking her head.

“Nothing.” You raise a brow putting your hands on her shoulders and slowly trailing your fingers down to her elbow.

“Baby.” Letting your fingers ghost the skin on her arms, smiling when you see goose bumps as Lizzie bites her lip shaking her head.

“It’s nothing, just dropped something and trying to find its home.” Your eyes meet lizzie’s and she squirms a little under the gaze making you smirk. 

“Babygirl.” Your voice husky as you bring your lips to her ear, hot breath travelling down her neck as Lizzie squirms more.  "I would like to know what’s behind your back. Are you going to show me what you’re hiding back there?” 

"It's noth…" Lizzie’s words are cut off as you wrap your hand gently around her neck giving it a small squeeze.

"My, my Elizabeth." You feel Lizzie swallow harshly under your hand, you only ever use her full name when she is in trouble. "Lying to me. Now that won't do. No, not at all. So I will ask you one more time what is it that is behind your back."

Lizzie turns her head slightly looking towards the ground and your smirk to yourself knowing her submissive side is finally clawing its way out from behind her act. You feel her lose her composure, her knees buckling slightly when you apply more pressure to her neck at the lack of reply.

"Mommy asked you a question." Using a single finger on her jaw you move her head so she is looking back at you but her eyes drop down avoiding your gaze.

"I found something new that was hidden." You hum with a soft nod, your hold on her neck slightly loosening. "But I swear I didn't go looking, it was in the draw with the other underwear and I was going to put it back but I couldn't remember exactly where it went and I knew you would find out. So instead I thought maybe you wouldn't walk in here and you would find it when we get back and you would be too tired to punish me."

"Oh baby." You fake pout at her little story, her eyes flicking up to see yours and she has to stop herself from rolling them at the fake pout. "But what if I wanted you to find them." 

"What?" She shuffles on her feet wetting her lips as your bring your lips against her pulse point your teeth grazing the skin so softly your not sure she can feel it but the way her head moves to the side to give you more room lets you know how much you're working her up a whine leaving her lips. "Mommy."

"Think about it baby. I wouldn't leave them laying in such an obvious place if I didn't want you to find them. Would I?" Lizzie shakes her head, her hands finally moving from behind her back holding the item between the two of you. "You gonna put them on for me?" 

"What about our meal?" You see the small panic that brings Lizzie out if her state a little rolling her shoulders back as she stands up straighter.

"Baby, all you gotta do is put them on. I have full control." You take the small remote that's in her hand waving in front of you with a devilish smirk. "You know the rules."

"I…" She once again bows her head, the room falling into silence for a moment until she looks back up at you with her lip between her teeth.

"Elizabeth." You drag out her name as your hand trails down her arm to the underwear in her hand, pocketing the remote before sliding your hand up her thigh and under her dress. 

"Please not tonight." You smirk, sliding your finger up the inside of her thigh all the way to her soaking underwear and you chuckle, shaking your head a little applying pressure to her clit through the fabric, a sigh passing her lips.

"I think this says different. You're soaking baby. Just the thought of it has made you wet. Isn't that right?" You push her underwear to the side running a finger along her slit and a moan leaves her lips as her head rolls back with her eyes. "Baby girl answer mommy when she is speaking to you."

"Yes mommy. Fuck." You hook your thumb on the band of her underwear pulling them down her legs before letting them drop to the floor, taking a step back.

"Put these on. Be in the car in 5 minutes, not one second late, understand."

"Yes." Lizzie’s chest is heaving as you lean forward placing a soft kiss on her lips that she melts into.

"Yes?"

"Yes mommy." You smile against her lips. 

"Better. I love you." You whisper against her lips pulling away to walk out the room holding in a laugh when you hear Lizzie mumble to herself about letting herself get so riled up.

"Fucking mommy kink."

♤♡◇♧

You’re sitting in the car watching the seconds click down on your watch. Just as the 5 minutes is nearly up the car door quickly opens and closes and a flustered Lizzie settles in the passenger seat, her hands running down her body to try and smooth out her dress. 

“Only just made it sweetheart, what took you so long?” You raise a brow looking in her direction as she avoids your stare looking out the window to the house.

“Just had to take a moment to breathe.” Your eyes search her features as she finally looks at you with a soft smile pulling at the corner of her lips. 

“You didn’t touch yourself did you? You know the rules.” Lizzie immediately shakes her head in denial and your eyes search hers looking for her tells when she is lying, having seen none you nod with a devilish smirk. “Good girl.” 

“So how exactly do these things work?” You lick your lips turning to look out the back window as your hand moves to hold onto the back of Lizzie’s seat as you reverse the car out of the driveway and onto the road; ignoring the way you can feel her staring at the action.

“Well it's quite simple actually.” You keep your attention on the road as you start driving towards the restaurant that's about 10 minutes away. “Want me to show you?”

“S-sure.” You smile to yourself at the nervousness in her voice, placing your hand on her thigh giving it a gentle squeeze to help her relax.

“You know the word if you want it to stop, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable tonight but I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy this.”

“Show me.” You chuckle, taking your hand from her thigh, taking the small remote from your pocket flicking it on, hearing a small gasp from Lizzie. You take a quick glance to the control to see the intensity on high so turn it down and you hear her hum in reaction.

“Y/n.” She says your name under her breath as you take a quick glance to her seeing her hands gripping the edge of her seat, her hips rolling slightly and you quickly turn the intensity all the way down earning a groan and a glare as you look back to the road. “What the fuck?”

“I’m not gonna play nice tonight sweetheart.” You turn the intensity back up slightly, Lizzie’s eyes fluttering at the feeling her legs closing slightly and as she starts to shuffle in her seat you turn it off.

“What the hell!” You raise your brow at her tone, as you come to a red light you turn to her grabbing her jaw harshly to get her to look at you and you smile when she swallows harshly.

“What’s with the attitude?” 

“I’m sorry, it’s just new and it feels so good.” 

“I’m sorry….” Lizzie bits her lip looking at you through her eyelashes. 

“I’m sorry mommy, I promise to be good.” You hum, turning them back on and putting it on a low intensity catching Lizzie sliding down in the chair slightly as her hands continue to hold the sides of her chair. "Feels good."

"We are 5 minutes from the restaurant baby, then the real fun begins." You smirk looking back to the road as the light turns green trying your best to ignore the way Lizzie is shuffling in her seat soft sighs the only sound filling the car. 

"I could cum just like this." Her voice husky and as you take a quick glance over you watch as she subtly rolls her hips into the seat, and you immediately turn them back off earning a whine. "Mommy, please."

"You know the rules baby girl." Lizzie grumbles, turning her body away from you slightly, as you concentrate on trying to park the car outside the restaurant. "Tell me the rules baby. I think someone needs a refresher."

"No cumming without permission. No touching myself. Anndd…"

"You made it!" Lizzie's door flings open revealing a very excited Scarlett and you can't help but chuckle at Lizzie's flushed cheeks as she adjusts her position in the seat. 

"Hey Scarlett." You get out of the car making your way around to where Lizzie and Scarlett are standing, wrapping your arm around Lizzie’s waist.

"Hi Y/n. How are things?" Scarlett links her arm with yours starting to lead you and Lizzie, who has gone rather quiet, into the restaurant. 

"Things are good. Work is work." You shrug as you make it to the table where a small gathering of the avengers cast are already sitting, drinking and laughing.

"Look, the two love birds finally made it out of their nest to come see us." Robert exclaims and the table cheers as you do a small bow, chuckling when you see Lizzie hiding her face behind her hands and turning into you more.

"Oh don't go all shy now Lizzie. Introduce us to your woman." Chris Evans stands from his seat engulfing Lizzie in a hug as she grumbles about how her friends are going to embarrass her. 

"I mean I know you said she was a stunner but wow Lizzie where did you find her." Lizzie shoots Tom Hiddleston a look that says back off and his hands immediately raise in fake surrender. 

"Well he is right Lizzie. I mean look at her." Chris H waves his hand up and down signalling to your body, and Lizzie easily takes her lip between her teeth as she eyes you up and down for a second.

"Okay enough ogling. Tell us why we have never met your goddess of a wife before. With all the amazing stories we hear I'm surprised you don't show her off more." Robert takes a sip from his drink raising a brow.

"I can hear y'all you know." You shake your head chuckling as you lead Lizzie to the only 2 free seats between Robert and Chris E, pulling Lizzie’s chair out for her. 

"And she is a gentlewoman. See I don't get this kind of treatment from my wife." Robert complains as you push Lizzie's chair back and take a seat next to her. 

"Well does she get her chair pulled out for her." You ask with a smirk, resting your hand on Lizzie's thigh not missing the way you feel it clench beneath your touch.

"Yes, well sometimes." You hum filling yours and Lizzies glass with wine before taking a sip.

"Sometimes is not good enough for a lady, it should be always." You state causing everyone around the table to giggle as Roberts jaw drops.

“Wow someone has some sass.” Robert jests and you simply shrug with a smirk taking a sip of your wine.

“So can we finally get to the point in conversation where you tell us how you met.” Tom raises a curious eyebrow as you sit back in your chair letting Lizzie take the lead.

“It was a few years ago now. Me, Scarlett, my sisters and some of the girls from civil war went out for some drinks. We got a little drunk and we all decided to just say fuck it a go to a strip club.”

“Wait, she's a stripper?” Mark whisper shouts from the other end of the table.

“She has a name, and no I was the bartender there.” You correct him as he sulks back into his seat slightly with an apologetic smile.

"I was just gonna say that Lizzie knows how to pick 'em. I mean imagine having a stripper as a partner, not in a bad way of course." Mark is quick to defend himself when everyone looks at him raising a brow. "I just mean think of the sex. You'd get lap dances pole dances at home and then the sex. Damn, I should've gone for a stripper."

"Are the strippers really like the ones in grand theft?" You look to the other end of the table where the younger Tom is sitting, laughing softly as you shake your head. 

"Not at all. They are less glitchy and don't spend 5 minutes walking into the wall." Tom gives you a middle finger at your smug smirk and you know for a fact whenever Lizzie brings you to something like this you two are gonna cause chaos.

"Oh right of course, how silly of me to think people would do that." Tom facepalms himself, his voice full of sarcasm.

"You would be surprised what people get up to in their free time." You squeeze Lizzie’s thigh earning a small smack onto the back of your hand as Tom slowly nods.

"Right because we all practice being an NPC for fun." You and Tom chuckle as the rest of the cast share confused looks but shrug it off.

"Back to the story. Stop with the side tracking." Chris H interrupts.

"Where was I? Right strip club. Yes Y/n here was the bartender." Lizzie continues before Scarlett is quick to interrupt raising her wine glass.

“If you want to get drunk fast make sure Y/n here is making your drinks.” Scarlett giggles filling her wine glass back up causing you to raise an eyebrow in question as normally she isn’t much of a drinker. “Colin is looking after two snot monsters tonight. He told me to get drunk and let loose so here's to that.”

“Right then, back to the story.” You smile looking back at Lizzie as Scarlett downs her nearly full glass of wine. “So I was a little drunk, well very drunk, and I was struggling to even stand in one spot without stumbling. Luckily, the nice bartender who was on shift that night came to my rescue giving me a glass of water, not that it would do much at that point, some snacks she had in the back to just try and help a little. Anyway, I was practically sat down the rest of the night, the room spinning dangerously quickly and making me feel completely and utterly sick and sorry for myself.”

“I really want to see drunk lizzie.” Chris H laughs and Lizzie quickly shakes her head.

“You really don’t. Anyway, where was I babe?” Lizzie scrunches her brows looking at you for an answer and you smirk at the opportunity she has given you.

“You see, Lizzie doesn’t remember much after running to the restroom to be sick, so I have to tell the rest of the story.” Lizzie chokes on her wine as you flick the underwear back on putting the intensity on low.

“Thanks.” Lizzie coughs into the napkin you hand her as you turn the intensity up slightly and she readjusts her seating position.

“Hello folks, sorry to interrupt but I just came to ask if you guys were ready to order your food?” The nice young waiter keeps everyone distracted enough that you turn up the intensity more and Lizzie scowls at you as her cheeks flush red and she fights to keep her eyes open at the feeling. 

“And finally for you two fine ladies?” You turn the intensity down so Lizzie can order but the way she crosses her legs squeezing them together makes you move a hand to rest on one of her thighs.

“Just the, uhm, the, uhm. Baby what are you having?” You subtly lick your lips at her inability to talk, the feeling of the vibration and your hands affecting her more than you thought. 

“I’m just going to have the lasagne with an extra side of garlic bread please.” You look back at Lizzie who quickly clears her throat.

“I will have the same …. Please.” You catch Scarlett’s eyes darting between you and Lizzie trying to figure out what's going, rather glad that the men around the table are rather oblivious to Lizzie's obviously flustered state.

"Perfect, any more drinks for anyone?" Scarlett now turns to the men asking what wine they wanted to order and Lizzie takes the opportunity to whisper in your ear.

"Mommy, please." She gasps against your skin as you turn the intensity up her hand grabbing your forearm, her nails digging into your skin for stability. 

"What are you asking for, baby girl?" You turn to look at her flushed face whispering softly as to not alert the others who are now arguing over if they should order 2 bottles of one wine and 2 of another or simply 4 bottles of the same. 

"I, fuck." Lizzie’s eyes flutter shut for a second as you give her thigh a squeeze, her legs moving to clamp your hands between them. "Mommy I need to cum, please."

"No." You pull your hand away from her leg turning the intensity back down, Lizzie slouching in her seat with a groan earning everyone's attention.

"You good lizzie?" Lizzie looks over to Mark, giving him a slightly pained smile and nodding.

"Ye-yeah all good. All good, just hungry." She sits up straighter in her seat downing the last bit of wine in her glass before glaring at you and you simply chuckle in response tapping the remote to remind her who is in control. 

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As the meal is coming to an end, everyone finishing off their desserts, you can see the relief on Lizzie's face for a moment. The meal had been just under 2 hours with people eating slowly or not knowing what dessert they wanted so sending the waiter away more than once but ordering more drinks each time. It was chaos and with the way Lizzie was squirming in her seat, face flushed red and her knuckles turning white as she holds the sides of her chair. Your hand had ended up back in her thigh some time ago to add to the teasing and her whole body seemed to have flush red hot. 

"Lizzie, are you feeling okay? You seemed to have been off all evening." Lizzie’s head spins to the right at Robert's question, her eyes darting to you for a second and when you mouth a we can go her tense shoulders relax slightly. 

"I think I might be getting sick, so I think we are going to call it a night and head home." You silently stand offering a hand out to Lizzie who easily takes it and stands up, her legs shaking slightly, and because you are feeling just a little nice tonight you turn the intensity all the way down so she can at least walk normal(ish). 

"It was wonderful to meet some of you, Scarlett, it's always a pleasure to see you. But I better be getting her home and tucked in bed with some tea. We should definitely do this again sometime." You wrap an arm around Lizzie’s torso as she leans into you hiding her face against your side, her arms lazily wrapped around your waist. 

"Yes it was indeed. I do hope you feel better Liz and you should most definitely bring your wife out more when we do these sort of things." Robert stands to shake your hand before hugging Lizzie in an awkward sideways hug as she makes no effort to move away from you. "Poor dear you must be feeling awful."

"I best be getting her home." Robert softly nods as the rest of the men stand to say their goodbyes to the two of you, Scarlett waiting till last with a smirk on her face. 

"I think it's a good thing you both have the weekend off." Scarlett whispers in your ear as she hugs you both, Lizzie grumbles into your shirt and you pinch her side causing her to squeal but ultimately stop her groaning. 

"Don't know what you're talking about." You act coy and Scarlett gives you an 'are you serious' look and you simply shrug.

"Fine, yes go home and look after your sick wife." She pecks yours and Lizzies cheek before going back to her seat waving to you as you lead Lizzie out of the restaurant and to the car.

(Reader PoV)

Once I pull out onto the road I turn the intensity all the way back up. A loud moan echoes around the car as Lizzie throws her head back, eyes scrunched closed and her hand gripping tightly to the headrest. Her thighs clench shut for some form of relief and I quickly and forcefully pull them apart with my right hand, my attention staying on the road as much as possible. My finger ghost up the inside of her thigh all the way to the completely ruined underwear, Lizzie hips bucking at the contact of my finger toying with her clit through the fabric. 

"Mommy, please I'm so close." Lizzie opens her eyes looking at me pleading for any sort of relief. 

"I don't know if you deserve it." I push her underwear to the side running two fingers along her slit gathering some of her wetness before lifting the two of them up to her mouth. "Open."

Easily following my demand lizzie wraps her lips around my fingers, her tongue dancing around them moaning as her eyes shut once more. I love it when I can work her up so much she simply gives in. I push my fingers in more suddenly and lizzie gags slightly but doesn't stop what she is doing as her hips roll against the car seat. 

She had been so consumed by what I was doing she hadn't noticed we had made it home until I am dragging her inside and up to the bedroom harshly pushing her against the wall. I quickly rid her of her underwear and dress, a hand on her chest to push her against the wall, a dirty moan leaving her lips at the dominance. 

"Aww, does my baby girl need me." I pout cupping her centre as I bring your lips to her ear. "Tell mommy what you want."

"I want you to fuck me. Please. Want mommy's cock. Want to feel you inside." I kiss down her neck finding her pulse point gently sucking at the skin before biting it and soothing the hurt with my tongue. Lizzies hands tangle in my hair pulling me closer to her as I start to leave a trail of marks around her neck. 

"You want mommy's cock hmm?" Taking a small step back, creating just enough room so I can remove my own pants and underwear revealing what's been hiding under them all night. 

"Fuck. Mommy please." One of lizzies hands drop to the strap hanging from my waist, it's her favourite. Something about her feeling so full when you use it, makes you want to use it on her all the time.

"What was that baby? What do you want mommy.to do with her cock?" I remove her hand quickly lifting her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I trap her against the wall.

"Fuck me, use me. Fucking ruin me. Mommy please."

Lizzie whines completely at my mercy at this point, I use the wetness from her own centre to lube up the toy before pushing it all the way in without warning. A wanton moan comes from Lizzie as she throws her head back against the wall, her fingers digging into the back of my neck. 

"Your so big mommy. Feel so full." 

I start to thrust harshly and quickly knowing that with the way I have worked her up all night it is not going to take much to make her cum. My hands massaging her thighs as I pull all the way out before bottoming out in her. Her moans that fill the room are absolutely dirty, her hips rolling trying to add more pleasure as I thrust in and out of her. 

"Mommy I'm gonna cum, please can I cum. Want to be your good girl show you how good you make me feel." Lizzie’s eyes roll to the back of her head as I kiss the base of her neck dragging my tongue up her neck to her mouth, easily pulling her in for a heated kiss as my tongue explores her mouth. "Please."

"Cum for me baby. Come for mommy." I pant against her lips, the pace and harshness of my thrust changing as I start to roll my hips allowing the toy to stay buried deep inside Lizzie as her walls start to clench around it making it difficult to keep the pace.

"Oh fuck." Lizzie crashes head first into her orgasm her nails dragging down my back, even with my shirt on I know she has managed to leave marks. "Mommy I can't."

"Yes you can slut. Take mommy's cock like a good girl." I quickly walk us to the bed, Lizzie’s hips starting to roll against my front. Gasps and sighs filling the room as she works herself back up as I lay her down.  "Aww does my dumb baby need to cum again?"

"Please mommy." I chuckle as I lay her down, never seeing her this worked up before in a complete state of bliss as I start to thrust in rhythm with how she is rolling her hips, taking my shirt off easily and chucking it somewhere in the room.

"You're taking me so well, you love mommy's cock hmm baby. You're just mommy's little toy to play with." I press kisses down her neck all the way to the valley of her breasts before taking her already hard left nipple in my mouth and rolling the other one between my finger and thumb.

Lizzie's head rolls back into the bed as her back arches off of it, a pornographic moan leaving her as her body squirms beneath me as another orgasm washes over her. I keep thrusting into her, helping her through the aftershocks as her body twitches under me. I smirk against her nipple gently biting it, her hand scratching the back of my neck as I continue to thrust slowly into her, pulling most of the way out and bottoming out to work her up to her last orgasm slowly.

“Mommy.” She whines as her legs wrap around my waist pulling me closer and I move my mouth to her other nipple licking over the sensitive bud before taking into my mouth.

“Doing so well for mommy. So so well. Being my good girl letting me fuck you with my cock.” I lick a path from the valley of her breasts to her voice box kissing the skin there as Lizzie’s hands tangle in my hair once more.

“I’m so close. Fuck you feel so good mommy, so so good.” I hum lifting myself up slightly, my face hovering over hers, our lips ghosting each others as she pants into my mouth a pleasurable grimace on her face. 

“Who does this pussy belong to, sweet girl?” I move my hand down to her hot centre, my finger toying with her sensitive clit and her body jolts at the contact causing the strap to push in at a new angle and she throws her head back at the feeling. “Answer mommy sweetheart, you know the rules.”

“Answer when spoken to, sorry mommy.” Lizzie’s eyes flutter open and I can’t help but lean down and kiss the corner of her mouth as sighs and moans fill the room.

“It’s okay pretty girl, my pretty girl. So who does this pussy belong to.” I press my finger against her clit.

“You mommy, belongs to you.” Lizzie’s eyes squeeze shut a silent scream as her body arches off the bed as she crashes head on into her third orgasm.

“Such a good girl for me, so good for mommy.” I repeat softly as her body continues to convulse beneath me.

Her eyes flutter open, a lazy smile on her face as she leans up to pull me into a soft kiss. I instantly reciprocate the kiss, brushing the strands of her from her sweaty forehead before trailing my kisses around her face earning a sweet giggle from the woman below me. I rest my forehead on hers, my heart soaring as she scrunches her nose as she tries to get her breathing back under control. 

"What about you mommy? Want make you feel good." I peck her lips shaking my head.

"Tonight was about you, my love, and I'm pretty sure with all the teasing I've tired you out. You can make mommy feel good later, how about that." Lizzie’s hands move to either side of my neck, her thumbs tracing small circles on my hit skin. 

"Mhmm, okay." I shift slightly forgetting the toy is still inside her as she gasps, biting her lip at the feeling. So I go to remove it but her hands on my hips stop me. "Stay. Inside. Please mommy stay inside."

"Oh my baby wants to be my cockwarmer." I smirk chuckling at the way Lizzie’s face flushed bright red but whispering out a please. "Okay baby. But only for a short time, we still gotta clean you up."

"Thank you mommy." I gently roll over so Lizzie is laying on top of me, as she moves to bury her head in my neck and I feel her teeth graze and nip at the skin. "We should do that again."

"Oh yeah?" Lizzie nods, kissing my neck a final time before I feel her body settle against mine more. "I think we can definitely work something out sweetheart."

"I wuvs you baby." I smile at the tiredness in her voice, deciding to give her 5 more minutes of this relaxing her body wiggling to get a bit more comfortable. 

"I love you too. Now get some rest baby we have all weekend to be together." 

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[dhampling]

the shepherd, the black sheep gn!reader, 2k

“Oh, come on now. It’s ok. They’ll come back, or they won’t.’ He sidles over and sits next to you. A toothy grin.  ‘It could be worse. We could be here without each other.” - a plummet into a chasm leaves you and your light-fingered friend stuck. together, you wonder if you'll ever emerge again.

word count: 2,054

as always, a big thank you to the nonnie who sent me the prompt: 'Tav/Reader & Astarion get trapped together somewhere during a mission and have to deal with the isolation and anxiety of waiting to be rescued by their other companions' - i hope i did it justice <3

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He rolls his thumb and forefinger as he casts an absent glare into your makeshift fire. Sniffs. Whets his lips.

“Do you think they’ll come back?” He asks into the open space. 

You’re on the other side of the cavern, triple checking for access points you may have missed on your prior patrols.

It’s been a fraught few days but with the rescue of Halsin came much-needed information. A path to the heart of the Absolute. Finally your journey had a destination, and you’d started to gather momentum in knowing you had a set route to travel.

If Astarion’s revelation had only come a little later there’s no doubt your friends would be clamouring to save you both now.

He knows the camp is wary of him, even more so than before. You made clear in no uncertain terms that anyone unhappy with his vampiric presence was welcome to leave the party as soon as they pleased. He heard the rumbles, the whispers. The staunch distaste for your decision and the following questions on your capacity to make them.

The threat of a power vacuum seems only amplified by your current situation.

Lost in a deep cavern following a fall from a hefty chunk of loose rock, just the two of you. The shepherd, the black sheep. Your companions promising to return but with little by way of a plan to do so. 

It was only your decision to cast Feather Fall prior to crossing that you both survived the plummet.

He is simultaneously overwhelmed with gratitude, and furious beyond measure. 

Overwhelmed to the point of nausea. Deep, horrid nausea that seeps into his bones every time he’s conscious of it. A pounding headache, a splitting skull, a million times ‘why’; the way you reach for his hand in the darkest nights and it feels like a balm. Your neck on a platter. You listen to him and it feels as if the gods finally heard his call.

Incensed - pitifully - because he wishes with hindsight that he’d found a means to stop you casting the spell. He’d finally be dead, somewhere Cazador would never find him; and whatever tale the sordid scars on his back told would rot with him. He’d be left in peace in this cool, damp darkness and nothing would be able to mutilate any part of him again, minus the rats that’d very likely feast on his corpse.

How very funny. It almost seemed a shame to deprive himself of experiencing that one while still having a brain. The irony.

There’s peace here, in the drip-drops and the echoes. An ambience of sorts. A spacious tomb for his undead soul to frolic and haunt for all eternity. Maybe he’d set up his tent so he’d have somewhere for his ethereal spirit to lounge, put the bottles and bedrolls out. He did fall with his pack, after all. 

But you’d be dead, too.

He’d suffer the fall twice. Break his own neck, garrotte himself in unholy witness of whichever reaper came for you. Slam onto the floor of the cavern, repeatedly; until whatever remained of his mangled brain could be assured of your own safety and he could finally fucking die.

Having something to die for.

Now that’s a novel concept.

You amble your way back over to him, rubbing your forearm as you search the darkness mindlessly.

“Don’t know. They’re under no obligation to, I suppose.”

“Easy way to do away with us.” Astarion ponders.

“You might just be right.”

You sink to the floor, wrapping your arms around now-crossed legs and exhaling softly.

“Oh, come on now. It’s ok. They’ll come back, or they won’t.’

He sidles over and sits next to you. A toothy grin. 

‘It could be worse. We could be here without each other.”

When he says this, he expects you to flail your arms and chide him for his ill-timed attempt at humour. Tell him that you’d rather be here with anyone else in camp, that you hate the fact you’re so uncertain as to whether they’re coming back for you. Freak out in the way mortals often do. Reveal all those horrid little doubts over your staunch protection of him that he fears are stewing under the skin.

Instead, you meet his eyes and freely give a small smile. 

“Right again. Making a habit of this.”

“I’ll be careful darling. I wouldn’t want to set expectations now, would I?”

He can tell you’re uneasy, but he doesn’t seem to be the cause. Not remotely. If your body is anything to go by then he’s a solace here for you. 

For some reason, that suspicion makes him feel warmer. 

You look over the packs. You’re unsure how long you’ll be down here, or whether you should be preparing for the worst case scenario where food is concerned; but hunger pangs are worming their way through you already and you’re cursing the single coffee you had back at camp.

You’d like to think your new friends wouldn’t leave you here. Obviously far too optimistic a perspective for someone with a mind flayer parasite currently lodged in their head, but without hope you wager you’d very quickly become completely despondent.

In your mind, either possibility is a very real one. 

Astarion tilts his head to the side to make room for your own atop his shoulder.

The gesture surprises you in its intimacy. Not that you’ve noticed in any way aside from the purely observational, but his desire for physical contact seems relegated to that which is utterly necessary and nothing more.

The nights he has touched you have felt so.

This doesn’t feel necessary.

But it’s welcome, nonetheless.

“What can I do, my sweet? How can we make - this - easier.” He poses with a hint of a playful tone.

“I hope you’re not suggesting what I think you are, Astarion.”

He shakes his head and smiles with mirth.

“No, no. Not unless that was a proposition on your part?”

He turns and looks down at you softly.

“Maybe later. I’m just cold.” You speak with little conviction.

No emotion, just absence. He wonders if you’re actually considering letting him warm you through. A service he finds himself surprisingly willing to offer, wanting to even; his brain struggling to consider it a service when he’d derive such genuine pleasure from burying his icy fingers deep into the valleys of your warm flesh, head reverently planting kisses on your heated belly; holding your blazing torso against his. Tarse twitches. 

Astarion hums.

“I could try to make you something, if you like?”

You scoff, a slight smile returning to your cheeks.

“Thank you, but I’ll decline. Tell me when the last time you cooked was again?”

He errs a little, wobbling his head and gesticulating softly.

“Details, darling, details.”

You both sit in silence for a few moments, undoubtedly thinking the same things. Mulling over the choices that led you here. There’s a fondness, though. A lack of regret. What will be, will be. 

“Was there wine in your pack?” You break the silence. 

His head perks up.

“Fancy a lock-in?” He grins cattishly. 

For the first time since your fall, you smile completely uninhibited.

“Gods, I think so. Not much else to be done, is there?”

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It’s cosy. 

Inside Astarion’s tent are both bedrolls, plus whatever cushions and blankets you could find within your bags of holding; and copious bottles of wine plucked unceremoniously from the stockpile before heading out.

“I didn’t know if they’d take it as an opportunity to mutiny. Cast me aside, leave me to die. I had to take some of the good stuff with me just in case.” He grins.

“I can’t believe I’m so glad to find out you’ve been stealing from the group’s resources.” You lean back, enjoying the warmth of the fire on your icy flesh.

He scoffs.

“What?! It’s hardly an ongoing pursuit.’

He sips. Lowers his voice.

‘I don’t particularly want to give them more of a reason to stake me.” 

Hearing his resigned tone makes your heart ache a little.

“They’d have to stake me too. I’d move too fast for that, obviously.” You mimic quick gestures with your hands, monk-style. He splutters on his wine. 

“What on earth was that?”

“A demonstration of my battle prowess?”

You chop again with your hands, moving quicker as he folds with laughter.

“The focus in your eyes, darling. It’s remarkable.” He breathes heavily.

“Obviously? I’m ensuring they can’t stake either of us?” 

You commit to the bit, chopping in the space all around you until your companion has tears in his eyes and is gasping for unnecessary breath.

“Thank gods I have a hero like you to protect me, hm? My knight in shining armour.” He practically purrs, wiping the tears and resting on his elbow.

“Just be thankful you’re not the one who has to fight against these hands.” You shake your head and dust them off with exaggerated finesse. 

“I’d feel sorry for the poor bastard who does.”

He likes how absolutely ridiculous you are at this moment. It’s sobering. Two hundred years and he hasn’t seen someone with quite the ability to create a levity like you just brought to the situation.

Your devotion - though used in jest - doesn’t pass him by unnoticed, either.

A beat of silence.

You pour another big goblet of wine and stare into the abyss.

“What if we are just stuck down here?”

He ruminates, running his tongue over his teeth.

“Then we have three options.’

He looks at you.

‘One. We find a way to climb that crag right to the very top.’

You both look up to where he points. Above you, minus some jutting rock, is a chasm as wide as the sky.

‘Two. We repopulate down here somehow and create our very own race of awfully mutilated creatures to fool the gang into thinking it’s someone else they lost down here. We can’t replicate Gale exactly, obviously, but I think they’ll begin to look similar after a couple generations of natural inbreeding.’

You pull a face and shiver. He shrugs.

“Three. We get cosy, and go out happy. There’s nothing we can do from here.”

Astarion lifts his chalice in a moribund toast, gesturing for yours to meet him in the air.

“I’m grateful you’re here.” Your cup clinks against his.

A moment’s silence. 

“I’m grateful it’s you.”

He looks at you once more. 

He could’ve been down here with anyone. Most of them would have staked him immediately. Said the Feather Fall had worn off, that nothing could be done. He’d have been left here, dead, with nobody to remember the only weeks of freedom belonging to him in the last two hundred years of his miserable existence.

But there’s you. There’s always you.

He wonders how you would react. Whether you’d shrug and remain stoic, returning back to the wants of the masses, just another fallen body. Throw some nightshade into the abyss in memory and move on.

Of course you wouldn’t.

“I don’t regret it, you know.” You speak as you sip, still looking up into the cavern’s sky.

“I- Thank you.’

You sit in silence for a few minutes, the drip-drops of the cavern a calm backdrop.

‘Between friends - you’re a little in love with me, aren’t you?”

You swallow a gulp of wine and wobble your head. Gesture lazily into the air around you.

“Not yet, no.”

He moves to object, but is caught mid-breath. 

“We’re doomed anyway. What if I said it? Those three little words?”

You laugh and sip again.

“What the hells. I’d say it back. Hope we live long enough to see it play out.”

Astarion looks at you fondly. There’s a genuine reverence in his eyes, soft and considered; and for the first time you see no barriers. If there’s a future in which the two of you don’t starve to death then he sees you there aside him.

“I love you.”

You bring his palm to your cheek and hold it there for a moment, closing your eyes and nuzzling against it.

“I love you, too.”

He swills the last of his current chalice in his mouth and swallows, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it reverently.

“Now we drink, and we wait.”

-

#astarion x reader #astarion #bg3 #my writing #angst #lil bitta fluff #mainly angsty

[nyoomfruits]

i somehow lost the ask but this was written for the ‘wanna practice’ kiss prompt with lestappen :)

The door of the dorm room swings open rather dramatically, banging against the opposing wall as Charles comes barging through, beeling for this bed and flopping down on it face first. 

“Do I just suck?” He asks, voice muffled by his pillow. 

“Yes,” Max says, not looking up from where he is working on his econ homework on his own side of the dorm room. 

“You don’t even have any context,” Charles says, unburrying his face. Max glances at him. He’s pouting.

“Hm,” Max says, pretends to consider it. “No, my answer stands.”

Charles makes a dramatic strangled warbling noise and falls back into the pillows. Not for the first time, Max regrets becoming his friend. It was easier, back in high school, when they were sworn enemies. Lot less exaggerated sighing as Charles waits for him to ask him what’s wrong. 

After the fifth sigh, a deep one that must be coming from the depths of Charles toes, Max finally relents. “Fine,” he says. “What happened?”

Charles looks up with entirely too much glee, happy to be indulged, as he says, “I think I’m like, unloveable.”

Max suppresses his snort as he thinks of all the people that would line up to get their shot with Charles Leclerc. “Sure,” he settles on. “Why?”

“I was making out with this girl last night and then she made this very obvious excuse and just left. And there was this guy, a week ago, we’d just been making out for like, maybe a minute and then he went ‘nope’ and left.” Charles has flopped onto his back now, staring miserably at the ceiling. 

“Maybe you’re just bad at kissing,” Max says, frowning down at his econ homework.

“What? No I’m not,” Charles says, indignant. There’s a pause, during which Max scribbles some things down in his notes. Then, very quietly, “Oh my god, maybe I am.”

Max makes a ‘well, there you go’ motion, and hopes this means he can finally go back to finishing this assignment. It isn’t due for another two days, but there’s that paper coming up and he has time now, so-

“Kiss me,” Charles says. Max hadn’t even heard him move, but he’s here now, leaning into Max’s space like some kind of siren out of a Greek myth trying to lure him into the depths of seduction. 

Or something. If anything, Max’s brain isn’t really working right. Charles is right there, in his space, hands leaning on the sides of Max’s desk chair, looking ridiculously… giddy, almost. Max had this dream once. But Charles had looked a lot more sultry and his eyes had been closed and he’d been sitting in Max’s lap instead of leaning over him and-

“Why,” Max says. In his haste to stop that insane train of thought, he forgets to phrase it as a question. 

Charles pouts at him. His nose is inches away from Max’s. “So you can tell me if I’m a bad kisser.”

“Who says I’d be a good judge of that,” Max says, instead of outright ‘no’, because he’s a self sabotaging idiot. “Maybe I’m a horrible kisser.”

Charles tssk’s. “You and Daniel dated for like two years. If you’d been bad at kissing he’d dumped you much sooner.”

“Thanks,” Max says, frowning. “I think.”

“Come on,” Charles weedles. “Just see it as like, practice. For you. For when the next Daniel comes along.”

Max snorts derisively. The next Daniel is currently trying to convince him to kiss, so. Whatever. “Fine,” Max eventually says, because Charles is a stubborn little bastard and maybe if they kiss he will finally leave Max to his assignment. 

Also Charles is still there, in his space, with his big green eyes and his stupid pouty mouth and Max is only a man, so. 

“Yay!” Charles says, and then abruptly lunges forward to smash his lips against Max’s. 

Their teeth clunk together and Max winces as his nose bumps against Charles’s, and he lets out a strangled little noise as he gently pushes Charles back. 

He’s starting to see there might be some truth to the whole ‘Charles is bad at kissing’ thing. 

“Wow, okay, let’s just,” he gently pushes a confused Charles further back and gets up out of his chair, so they’re face to face. “Maybe do it a little more gently, yeah? Like this,” He puts one hand on Charles chin, tilts his fac up a little, softly brushing their lips together before pressing a little harder, letting their lips slide against each other. 

And oh, it’s much better like this, Charles following Max’s lead, his hands coming to rest on Max’s waist as Max’s hands slip into Charles’s hair, and he’s a little enthusiastic with his tongue at first, but he’s a quick learner, and for a moment there Max forgets all concept of time. 

“Ah,” Charles says when he pulls away. There’s a frown on his face, like he's deep in thought. “Yes. I might have been doing that wrong.”

Max merely hums, still reeling a little bit from the experience, still feeling the faint touch of Charles’s lips on his own, not trusting himself to speak. 

“Well!” Charles suddenly says, seemingly shaking himself out of whatever thought process he’d gotten tangled up in. “Thanks for that! I shall put it into practice now.” 

It takes Max a while to understand what he means, but then Charles is putting on his jacket and grabbing his keys and oh. 

He means with other people. 

“Right,” Max says, trying really hard not to look disappointed. “Right, well, good luck.”

“Thanks!” Charles yells over his shoulder, before moving through the door, taking Max’s entire heart with him. 

Max is left standing in the middle of the room, staring forlornly at his econ homework. It suddenly lost all of its earlier appeal. Especially when he can still feel the ghost of Charles’s finger tips on his waist. 

#lestappen???? in this economy???? #i kid #anyway excuse my characterization its Been A While #lestappen #drabble

[mrwavellswaps]

The Principal’s Solution

When Mr Everett was called into the principal’s office to have a one on one meeting, this was the last thing he’d been expecting. “You’re firing me!?”

“David that’s not what I’m—” Principal Bryant was cut off before he could finish.

“What is it? Budget cuts? Because I sure as hell know I haven’t done anything to warrant this? I’ve worked for this school for years! I’ve never even had so much as a sick day!” David rambled on justifiably. After all he couldn’t see a single reason why they wouldn’t want him working as an English teacher here anymore.

Finally however, the Principal put an end to David’s ranting. “Mr Everett! Listen to me! You are not fired! If you had let me finish I was going to say that you’ll be relieved of your current position so that you may take a new one.”

David was a little confused upon hearing this. “What… like a promotion?” He asked, prompting him to wonder if Mrs Freeman, the current head of the English department, had finally decided to retire after spending an eternity here.

“Sort of. Though it’s probably not what you’re imagining right now.” Principal Bryant sighed. “Look. As you know we’ve been low on gym teachers at the school for a while now and with Mr Riggs leaving at the end of next week we’ll be done to only one proper gym teacher. That’s why I’ve decided to move you from the English department over to the Gym department.”

“W-what??” This hadn’t been what David was expecting at all. Moving from English to teach Gym instead? “But sir I’m not a Gym teacher. I teach English! I can’t just switch!”

“Oh come on, of course you can. The English department has plenty of teachers and trainee’s already. I’m sure it’ll do just fine without you.”

David squinted over at Principal Bryant, not believing that his superior couldn’t see the very clear issue with this suggestion. “What?! No, I mean that I have absolutely no idea how to teach a gym class! Hell, I haven't picked up a ball since I was a student. How the hell do you expect me to teach a whole class??” He complained and rightly so. From his point of view this decision seemed completely illogical. “Surely there’s someone else far better suited for this!”

Principal Bryant simply smiled across his desk with a strange glint in his eye that David couldn’t decipher. “Don’t worry Mr Everett. I already have a plan that’ll help you get perfectly settled in with your new position. Soon it’ll be like you never taught English at all.” He chuckled, confusing David en further yet also slightly peaking his interest. “As for the reason I chose you specifically… well you’ve already said it yourself. You’ve never once taken a sick day and you’re always on schedule, if not ahead of it. That’s the kind of dedication I’m looking for in the Gym department.”

Before David had the chance to question his boss any further, Principal Bryant jumped up from his desk with a look on his face that was hard to describe. He seemed excited as whipped open one of the desk draws and pulled out a laptop. The Principal flipped the laptop open and began tapping away, occasionally glancing up at David with an almost lustful smirk. It was a look David had grown all too familiar with over the years. He’d suspected for a long time now that Principal Bryant had a thing for him but he’d never spoken up about it in case he had the wrong impression. But the look he’d received just now, the glint of desire in his boss’ eyes as he glanced up at him, was unmistakable.

“Sir I-” David was cut off before he could speak.

“Ah here it is!” Bryant exclaimed before quickly spinning the laptop so that it faced the couch David was sitting on. “Now Mr Everett. I know you might have some doubts and concerns about this change but this training video I’ve put together should be more than enough to ease your worries. Now if you just sit back and relax for me, we can get started!” He said with a reassuring yet somewhat devious smile.

Once again David hardly had any time to protest before his boss clicked play on the video before moving out of the way. What he was greeted with was a purple and gold hypnotic spiral spinning at a swift pace. Going round and round in fashion so captivating that David couldn’t bring himself to look away. The spiral was just so alluring, so gorgeous to look at that the rest of the world around him just seemed to fall away. He didn’t even take notice of the Principal sitting back at his desk to watch what was about to unfold firsthand.

After about 3 minutes or so a voice began speaking to David through the video…

*Welcome to your one way trip from being a regular ol’ English teacher to becoming a strong and confident Gym teacher that your students and colleagues alike can look up to! My name is Mr Wavell and I’ll be guiding you through this experience.*

The masculine voice spoke with a warm soothing tone which helped to relax David even further, readying his body and mind for what was to come.

*Now let’s get started shall we David? Of course, being an English teacher, you should already know that having the right education and qualifications for the job is essential for becoming a teacher in any area. So let’s get that sorted shall we?*

David didn’t even flinch at how this video seemed to be addressing him directly. He simply continued to focus on the voice as the spiral continued to swirl in a 3D like manner. As if it were reaching out to him and pushing inside his brain.

*Of course we’ve gotta make some room for all these new memories and experiences so…*

It would’ve been impossible to describe what exactly he was feeling right now. It was like something reaching deep into his mind and sifting through his memories until it found what it was looking for. David’s mouth hung open a little as any memories he had of learning English at an advanced level past high school and training to become and English teacher were yanked right out of his head, setting his knowledge of the subject back to a much more basic level.

*Annnnd now to replace them with the proper ones.*

One cue David could feel his mind being stuffed with new memories. Ones where he’d taken basic and later advanced classes in subjects like sports studies and physical education until eventually becoming certified to teach to Gym. Even though these memories were seemingly fabricated, they felt so incredibly real that David found it hard to tell the difference.

*Good! We’re already on the right track it seems. Now all that advanced English mumbo jumbo is gone, you’re already well on your way to becoming a great Gym teacher. But of course what good is all your new knowledge on teaching sports and physical health if you’re not practicing what you teach? Let’s change that shall we?*

More and more memories to push their way inside David’s brain. Forced out were his memories of reading in his spare time and going to book conventions, replaced by memories of him going to a football club and running around a field with a bunch of other dudes throwing a ball back and forth while tackling each other to the ground. He could’ve sworn he’d never been that keen on sports and yet he looked back on memories of kicking a soccer ball around with some mates in his free time very fondly. Suddenly he could recall having played tons of different sporting activities and having loved all of them! He would even watch sports on the TV late in the evening all the time. He couldn’t imagine why he thought for even a second that he didn’t like sports. It was his entire life!

Principal Bryan watched on in astonishment from behind his desk as these mental changes also began to take a rather physical effect on David as well. David had of course always been a rather average guy physically. Having very little muscle on his frame and a small belly. However that soon began to change as any fat on his body started melting away after countless hours of playing sports. In its place some lean muscle began to grow, giving him a physique that reflected great physical health and allowing the suit David was wearing to fit his body in a much more flattering way. Upon witnessing this little transformation, the Principal couldn’t help rubbing his bulge underneath the desk. Completely enthralled by what the video was doing to David.

*Good, good. You’re already looking more and more like a man who’s ready to coach a bunch of jocks. But surely a man like you spends a lot of his time working out in the gym as well right? Lifting weights, Drinking protein shakes. You must’ve put on some noticeable muscle from all that.*

David nodded along to everything he was hearing as he started to remember spending a fair bit of his free time at the gym so he could pump up his muscles, once again causing a ripple effect in the real world. His suit began to feel tighter by the second as his muscles grew even bigger, stretching the fabric of his button down and khaki pants. Biceps threatening to tear his sleeves, almost as much as his pecs threatened to pop the top buttons on his shirt. Thighs thickening into trunks of muscle while his ass swelled up until his pants looked as though they were painted on. Seeing this, the principal had already unzipped his own pants and was jerking over his employee’s transformation.

*That’s it… Looking like a proper example of physical health already. But let’s add a dash of extra manliness to the body of yours shall we? After all, as a coach you’ve also got to serve as a pillar of masculinity at the school for everyone to look up to.*

A shiver traveled across David’s entire body as the next change took place. The small amount of body hair he had before increased as the hair on his arms and legs multiplied. Spreading up across his stomach and chest until he had a thick pelt of manly hair covering his body. However this change was largely unseen by the two men, besides a little chest hair poking out of David’s collar, due to his suit. Though it was impossible to miss David’s sudden growth of facial hair right after, his short beard growing thicker than before! Principal Bryant had always thought David would look hotter with a beard and damn was he right. However there was one last change that the Principal only noticed when David started shifting uncomfortably in his chair a little. His bulge was growing bigger. David was trying to adjust himself because his cock and balls were growing fatter!

*Now how about you show off some of those new improvements to your boss? Take off that tight button down you’re wearing David. I just know a man like you must hate wearing suits anyway.*

“Yeah… I hate suits…” David muttered to himself before practically ripping his shirt open, popping a few of the buttons in the process. The Principal’s eyes bulged at the mere sight of it, getting to see David’s hairy muscular pecs on full display now. “What do you think sir?” He asked his boss in a very monotone yet noticeably deeper voice followed up by him flexing and bouncing his pecs a little.

Bryant hadn’t realised just how personalised this video had been made. He knew that Mr Wavell guy was good but he didn’t realise he was this good. “Y-yes Mr Everett. You look great! Better than great even. You’re so hairy and… just wow. You look even hotter than before!” He was lost for words. Hardly being able to believe the hairy stud before him was the same man he’d watched from afar ever since hiring him. He couldn’t stop jerking his cock under the desk like a perv, leaking pre-cum while David flexed his arms a little to show off his biceps and hairy pits.

*I have no doubt Mr Bryant is enjoying the show right now but we’ve still got a few more things to do David. Next we’ve got to fix those clothes of yours. After all, what kind of Gym teacher wears brown loafers and suit pants?*

David nodded along, agreeing with everything the voice was telling him as his clothes began to change. The aforementioned loafers were first to be affected. They rippled slightly as the colour began to change, lightening from brown to slightly dirty white as the fabric started to alter. Laces formed on the top while the soles of the shoes became more padded. Before long David adorned a fresh pair white sneakers while his long black socks shrunk away into worn white ankle socks.

During this Principal Bryant leaned over his desk a little to get a better look at what was going on. He would’ve been more surprised at sudden change in footwear had he not just witnessed David bulk up in front of his very eyes mere moments ago. Instead Bryant watched on in curiosity as even David himself looked down to watch as his black suit pants were about to undergo a change of their own.

The belt had already evaporated into thin air while the cotton fabric of the pants was amidst transitioning into polyester. The colour began lightening significantly while the pants legs retracted, showing off more of David’s hairy calves by the second. Soon enough they’d shortened all the way up above his knees, showing off a good portion of David’s strong manly legs, while having gone from being black to light grey. Finally leaving the man with a suitable pair of shorts for his new job.

Bryant figured that must’ve been it until he noticed the discarded button down shirt wriggling a little. Sewing itself together, retracting the sleeves completely and altering its colour like everything else until all that was left was a blue tank top.

*There we go! Now you really look the part. I’d say you’re pretty much ready for your position now! All that’s left is make sure your loyalty to this job also translates to your boss Mr Bryant.*

The Principal was surprised to hear that. He hadn’t asked Mr Wavell to add this part but he couldn’t say he didn’t like the sound of it! Meanwhile David was sat having more orders and memories pushed into his mind. Orders to always do exactly as Principal Bryant asks no matter what. To serve him loyally as both an employee and a boyfriend. To be either as submissive or dominant as Bryant wanted him to be. In turn, memories then also began surfacing of David having dated the Principal for over a year now with the two even living together.

*Perfect. Now nobody will bat an eye when they see the two of you together in public. And with that I think your training to become the perfect Gym teacher for this school is complete! Bigger, manlier, more confident and completely subservient to your boss and now partner. I’d say my work here is done wouldn’t you?*

David once again simply nodded along with everything the voice told him, completely entranced.

*Now, this video is going to end momentarily and when it does you’ll believe you’ve always been the way you are now. A hairy sports loving gym coach. And you’re going to love every second of it. Thank you for listening and I hope Mr Bryant back there is pleased with the progress we’ve made today.*

With that the spiral faded and the video finished. David blinked a few times in confusion, glancing around the office and down at himself, trying to recall why exactly he was here again. “Sir… why did you call me in here again? And why am I shirtless?” He wondered, reaching for the discarded tank top.

“Leave it off.” Bryant responded quickly and to his delight David didn’t even question the order. He simply tossed the tank top back on the couch beside him. “Now uhhhh… I called you to um… tell you how good of a job you’ve been doing recently! As one of our few gym teachers you really put the most into your lessons. It’s very inspiring.” He praised the shirtless hunk before him.

David smirked, getting up from the couch and taking a few steps closer to the desk. “Oh come on, you don’t need to butter me up. If you called me in here for some fun then you just say so.” He leaned over the desk, soon quirking an eyebrow as he noticed his boss jerking his cock under it. “Mmmm looks like you already started without me.”

Bryant’s face went bright red but David didn’t seem at all phased. If anything he seemed turned on judging by how he grabbed his crotch through his new gym shorts. God it was weird! David really did believe they were boyfriends now… and he should be completely subservient according to that video. “Haha yeah I just couldn’t help myself. You’re just such a hunk David. How about you uhhh… show me just how much of a hunk you are? Flex for me again and show me why exactly the two of us are together.” He suggested, testing the waters a little.

To the principal’s delight, David did exactly as he was told. He placed one hand on his hip before tossing the other arm up into a strong bicep flex, smirking cockily as he did. He extended his arm out a couple times before bringing it back in to really show how the muscle bulged and peaked. After which he proceeded to do the same with his other arm. Flexing the bulging muscle for his boyfriend without a care in the world. And once he’d finished with his arms he moved down to his chest, grabbing at his hairy pecs a little before bouncing them as well. Showing just how large and meaty they were. He even turned around and did a double bicep pose to really show off the muscle in his back as well. But the part that really made Principal Bryant drool was when David stuck his tongue out while pulling down the back of his shorts to reveal not only his furry ass but also the fact that his underwear had also morphed into a jockstrap! “This is all for you daddy. It might be my body but you own it.” David stated.

“Well in that case, why don’t you get over here so I can smell those sweaty pits of yours.” Bryant found himself growing more confident with his commands and once again David obeyed without question. Walking around his boss’ desk and kneeling down slightly before raising up one of his arms to reveal one of his hairy pits. The principal wasted no time, shoving his nose deep into that armpit before inhaling generously. The scent was strong and musky due to the sweat David had produced during his transformation. Pungent even. But Bryant fucking loved it! He’d been dreaming of sniffing David’s pits for ages and now that he had the chance they smelt even manlier than ever before! He pulled out of one pit before ordering David to show him the other one. The scent of them being just so intoxicating. And to think he’d be able to smell these pits whenever he wanted from now on! “Fuck those smell good… you’ll need to let me sniff them again when we get home later.” He pulled away from musky pits only to give David’s pecs a quick grope, loving how soft the hairy muscle could be when relaxed.

“Of course sir. My smelly pits are yours to sniff whenever you please. I’ll even jog home later to make myself even sweatier instead of driving back with you if you’d prefer that.” David suggested while Bryant ran his tongue along one of the hairy pits, tasting the delicious sweat.

“Now that’s an incredible idea. I want you to be as sweaty as possible.” Bryant confirmed with a devilish grin. “But right now I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock.” He continued, now fully confident in the power he held over David while gesturing down at the hard, leaking cock that was sticking out of his suit pants.

David looked down at the cock and then back up at his boss. “Anything for you sir.” He smiled seductively as he lowered himself to his knees. Soon finding himself knelt between Bryant’s legs and facing a pulsing cock that was ready to be worshiped. David didn’t waste any time, licking up and down the shaft before eventually wrapping his lips around the shaft, glancing up at Bryant with his deep masculine eyes as he took over half of it down his throat right away. Hardly even gagging when Bryant grabbed the back of head and pushed it down even further. Simply sucking on the rather thick cock as best he could, occasionally pulling off with an audible pop before jerking it for a while until he was ready to go back down on it again. It wasn’t long before the new gym teacher was deep throating the principal’s cock as if it were made out of candy, his bearded chin periodically tapping against Bryant’s nuts.

“Fuuuuck you’re such a good cock sucker…” Principal Bryant grunted in satisfaction. “But I don’t wanna cum just yet.” He added before grabbing David’s head again pulling him off the cock, precum drooling from his mouth. “Now I want you to show me just how much of a slut you are by pulling down those shorts, bending over my desk, and presenting that hairy ass to me.” He commanded with nothing but pure desire in his eyes.

David did just that, standing up and pulling down his shorts, briefly showing off the tent in his jockstrap created by his erection, before bending over the desk in front of his boss, displaying his thick hairy ass in all its glory to the other man. “How’s this sir? Like what you see?” He teased, waving his ass back and forth seductively.

Bryant didn’t even respond. His mouth went dry as his cock pulsed unbelievably hard. He almost couldn’t believe this was happening. And yet when he reached a hand out, the manly ass it rested on was most certainly real. He ran both hands across the two globes in wonder before pulling them apart slightly to get a look at David’s hole. Bryant found his face being drawn to it, slowly inching closer until he couldn’t help himself any more, stuffing his face between two hairy cheeks while internally thanking Mr Wavell for making this a reality.

The new gym teacher chuckled as his boyfriend and boss enjoyed his hole, eating it out eagerly. His enlarged cock bucking inside the jockstrap pouch under the desk as he felt Bryant’s tongue exploring inside his ass, tasting it with a seemingly insatiable hunger. David could tell the principal was really starting to get into now by the way he was smacking David’s furry ass cheeks.

Despite how much he was enjoying eating his new gym teacher boyfriend's ass, Bryant couldn’t ignore the calls of his dick any longer. After getting one last lick in, he stood up straight and looked down at the man bent over his desk with glee. This had been his dream ever since he first saw David and now he got to experience it with an upgraded version of the man. He rubbed his wet cock against the prepped hole, teasing the entrance with his tip.

Bryant looked around his office, checking that the door was locked and all the blinds were closed before grinning, knowing just how soundproof the room was. “Now. I’m gonna shove my cock up your ass and when I do you'll start moaning like cock hungry slut. Begging me to fuck like a submissive bottom who needs filling.” He instructed with a sinister smile.

“Yes sirrrOoooOOHHH FUUUUU-” David moaned out loudly in his deepened voice, hardly getting a chance to finish his response before getting speared by Bryant’s hungry dick. The principal didn’t go easy on him either, stuffing almost his entire length inside at once. “Fuck yeah sir!! Give me all that cock!” He shouted in response while Bryant started to pump in and out slowly. “Ohhh yeah I need it so badly! Keep going!” He begged.

Hearing a guy as manly as David was now begging to get his hairy hole fucked had always been one of David’s biggest fantasies and it definitely showed. He wanted to go slow but the more David moaned the more he couldn’t help picking up the pace. Slamming his cock in deeper, harder and faster with every thrust only to be met with even more slutty moans from the new gym teacher. “Yeah? You like that bitch? Mmmm fuck! Take my dick!” He responded while grabbing onto David’s hips firmly, allowing him to go balls deep with every thrust much to the other man’s delight.

“Mmmmmm yess sirrrr ooohhhhhhh yesss! Please… fill me with you load! I need it inside me!” David groaned in ecstasy as his prostate was slammed into over and over, causing his own cock to dribble excessively, dampening his jock. “Fuuuck! I need your cum so badly!” He squeezed his hole around Bryant’s member as best he could, enticing his boss to spill his load inside.

Fortunately for David, thanks to how horny Bryant was, it seemed he’d be getting his wish sooner rather than later. The principal kept up a strong, fast pace for a good while but finally the pleasure was starting to spike. His balls starting the churn as they prepared themselves. “Oh god…” He grunted, thrusts suddenly becoming less rhythmic. “Nrghh-fuck! I’m gonna… FUUUUUCCKKK!” Bryant roared as his cock exploded with one of the biggest loads he’d ever shot. Draining his balls completely inside the big manly ass before him.

“Yesssss! Give it all to me sir!” David moaned like the submissive slut that he was right now, simultaneously blowing his own load. Completely drenching his jockstrap as thick globs of cum forced their way through the fabric before dripping heavily onto the carpet below.

The two panted heavily for a moment after such an experience. Taking in everything that had just happened. David winced slightly as he felt Bryant slowly pulling his cock back until it flopped out, wet with cum and saliva. Bryant stood up straight again and looked down, admiring what he had before him. It really was a miracle.

“Alright, stand up properly for me David.” The Principal ordered and of course his slutty gym teacher boyfriend did exactly that. “Now turn around for me so I can get a good look at the mess you’ve made…” he smirked, licking his lips as he saw David’s cum covered pouch. He knelt down until he was eye level with the jockstrap before wrapping his mouth around the bulge. David’s cum tasted just as good as he’d hoped. Deliciously salty as he licked and sucked on the bulge. “Damn these balls of yours really know how to produce some amazing cum…” he complimented.

“Thank you sir…” David panted, still a little worn out. Yet he couldn’t stop a grunt from escaping his lips as Bryant squeezed his balls playfully.

With that Principal Bryant jumped back up onto his feet with a content smile on his face. As he did he grabbed the grey shorts that hung around David’s ankles and yanked them all the way back up over David’s crotch and ass. “There you go. Now I want you to go about the rest of your day with my load in your ass. Just imagine that my cum is fuel that keeps you going.” He smirked before giving David’s hairy bubble butt a hefty smack.

“Of course sir! I won’t spill a drop!” David claimed boldly before glancing over at the clock. “Well it looks like lunch is almost over. Guess I’d better start getting ready for my next class. I’ve got some students today that are just as eager about football as I am hahaha!” He chuckled.

“Well you’d better head off then Coach Everett. Wouldn’t want to keep the students waiting now would you?” Bryant smirked while stuffing his cock away in his suit pants again.

“Absolutely not!” David began making his way towards the door, grabbing his tank top and slipping it on over his head. “Well I’ll see you tonight babe after my sweaty jog home.”

“Can’t wait. And maybe tonight I’ll let you be the dominant one instead…”

David unlocked the door and pulled it open. “I like the sound of that.” And with that David took his leave, heading for the gym teacher offices as if he’d always worked down there. Not a single memory of ever being an English teacher left.

Now alone, the Principal found himself punching the air in excitement. This was better than anything he could’ve ever asked for! He’d have to thank Mr Wavell if he ever saw him again because he really went above and beyond. He couldn’t help but wonder what other sexual fantasies he could play out with David in the near future…

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Little did Bryant know that Wavell had been present the whole time being the pervy warlock he was. Having watched everything that went down from the transformation to the sex. He had a fair reason of wanting to see if the experimental magic infused video he’d given to Bryant worked properly. “Seems everything went smoothly this time. Complete override of specific aspects of the subjects reality. Intensity of transformation magic perfectly balanced. Subject didn’t accidentally turn into a massive muscle giant hardly capable of moving nor is he aware of his former life. Seems like I’ve found the correct formula for these transformation videos.” Wavell muttered to himself…

#magic #male hypno #male transformation #male muscle growth #musclegrowth #permanent #hairy #smelly #mr wavell #beard #male hypnosis #mental change #teacher #coach #boss

[somanyratsinthewalls]

hello! idk if ur still doing the 300 followers thingy but can i request a cinnamon and hibiscus ^^

WOOOOOOOO friend, boy did I get carried away with this one! You are in for a treat because *wipes brow* yikes I am down bad for this himbo man.

Pairing: Ace x Female Reader

WC: 2700 I got carried away >:)

Prompt: “So do we like… holds hands now?”

*authors note- it takes 300 years and so much porn to get to the prompt and I’m SO sorry lol*

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*slam slam slam* “Yes? I’m working!?” You shout from your desk in your room, still pouring over maps and textbooks you had recovered during your last raid of an island. You knew exactly who was knocking (really actually pounding) on your door from how many times you’ve heard that exact impatient, powerful knock. 

The door to your room whooshes open and Ace bursts his way in. 

“Uh oh, nerd alert, wee oo wee oo!” Ace lights the tip of his finger and spins it around over his head to mimic an emergency light. You roll your eyes. He carries a bottle of rum in his other hand and flops down in the armchair across from your desk. 

“Just because you and the rest of the boys are acting a fool, doesn’t mean I need to participate.” You look above your reading glasses as they sit low on your nose. 

“It doesn’t? What kind of crew mate and best friend would I be if I didn’t drag your boring ass out there to enjoy the party?” Ace hops up from the chair and sidles his way behind you, towering over your sitting form. He runs his fingers along the page that you’re currently reading. 

“Yap yap yap, blah blah blah, boring as shit.” Ace slams your book closed. 

“Ace!” You protest. He places his hands on your tense shoulders and digs his thumbs in firmly to grind at your sore knots. His hot digits release the tension with ease. 

“You work too hard, y/n. Come enjoy the night with us. You deserve it.” Ace prods you in your shoulders to get up out of your chair. You sigh. 

“Fine.” You finally relent. “I’ll be out in a minute. Let me change first, you brat.” 

Ace flashes you a goofy, elated smile. 

“Great! See you in a few! I’ll save you some shots!” Ace jogs out of your room to return to the festivities. 

After Ace leaves, you get up from your desk and move towards your closet to find something to wear other than the grungy sweats you were currently sporting. You pull your drawers open and grab a tight black low-cut shirt and an even tighter pair of jeans. You change into the shirt and forcefully pull the jeans up your legs. 

“come… on…” You jump up and down and eventually get the jeans over your ass and the button done. It wasn’t often that you dressed in anything nice. You brushed your hair and tossed it in the mirror, giving yourself a once over. You spray your perfume on your neck and head out to the deck of the ship to join the party. 

You reach the deck and find it full of lively music and several fleets of the Whitebeard Pirates together enjoying the celebration of success with much food and drink. You spy Thatch whipping up a large pan of hot food and you immediately gravitate towards him You grab a plate from besides his wok and you hold it out for him to fill it. 

“Oh look who it is! Finally decide to come out of your dungeon, y/n?” Thatch jokes as he fills your plate with a steaming pile of fried rice. 

“Hah. Hah. So funny. I’m not staying long.” You begin to shovel the food into your mouth. “Mmm… not bad..” You comment on the food. 

“Ace convinced you to come out? He’s been talking about it all night, hopefully he shuts up now that his girl has arrived to the party.” Thatch smirks at you. 

“His what? I am no one’s anything, thanks.” You furrow your brows at the cook. 

“Oh come on, y/n, still just friends are we?”

You scowl. 

“You’re being weird.” You finish your plate of fried rice and leave it on the table so you could exit the uncomfortable conversation. 

“Y/n! Come drink with us!” You turn around and see Ace waving you over to a table littered with shots of clear liquor and other pirates sitting around it. You hesitate, not wanting to prove Thatch’s point any further, but you eventually join the group at the table. You settle in a chair next to Marco, who hands you a shot glass filled to the brim. Ace lifts his glass and the rest of you follow. 

“A fine day to raise the Whitebeard Jolly Roger! Cheers!” He throws his shot back and you were quick to follow. You cough briefly, not used to heavy drinking. 

“You alright, y/n?” Marco pats your back gently and asks after he takes his own drink. 

“ M’ fine. Are we doing more?” You question with a smirk. Ace smiles back at you from across the table. He looks at the bottle and his expression changes. 

“Shit, gotta get another bottle. Don’t go anywhere guys!” Ace happily scampers back to the galley to retrieve more booze. 

“So… things still the same there?” Marco asks you once a few of the other people around you had dissipated. 

You groan. “Why do people keep asking me that? We’re friends, that’s it.” You roll your eyes. 

“Because he’s so obviously in love with you and you’re too deep in your books to figure it out.” Marco laughed at you. Your eyes widen, you could have slapped him. 

“He is not, and you’re being ridiculous. No one is falling in love on a pirate ship.” You roll your eyes. Ace soon returns with more alcohol and you all partake in several more rounds of drinking. 

As the night goes on the rest of the pirates eventually leave one by one to return to their quarters and fall into drunken slumbers. You are left at the table with just Ace and Marco. You felt that you should cut yourself off and begin to stand up from the table. 

“Well boys, it’s been real, it’s been fun, but it hasn’t been real fun. I’m headed off to bed. Night.” “Ok, y/n, goodnight- OOf!” You hear Ace grunt behind you so  you turn around to face the two men again. Marco was glaring at Ace… did he just kick him under the table when you excused yourself?

“I mean, uh..” Ace stutters. “Wait, y/n. Let me walk you back to your room.” 

You furrow your brow at his request. Ace looked at you with somewhat pleading eyes.

“Um.. sure I guess?” You were confused, but you didn’t want to be rude if he was insistent on escorting you back to your cabin. Ace hops up and you both bid goodnight to Marco before you turn and head to your room. Ace walks next to you closely and reminds you of funny things that happened during the party to make you laugh. You feel his warm arm brush against yours more than once. An accident, you’re sure, you both had been having a few drinks after all. 

You eventually reach your room and you extend your hand to turn the knob. 

“Y/n wait.” Ace suddenly appears between you and the door, causing you to jump back a bit. “I have to tell you something.” 

“Ok…” You look up at him with concern. 

“So, um, okay, so I just- you know how we’re friends? So I- maybe we could? I don’t know-“ Ace can’t even look you in the eye, his head hanging towards the floor. He is stumbling over his words and you just wanted him to get on with it. 

“Ace what the fuck are you trying to say to me.” You were annoyed and frustrated. You grab his shoulders and shake him a bit to try and get his words out.

“IloveyousomuchandIwannakissyousobadallthetime!!!” Ace basically shouts at you. 

You pull your neck back, still trying to process what he was telling you. He picks his head up to look at you finally. 

“I-I’m sorry, y/n… I just can’t keep it in anymore. I’m in love with you, you’re all I think about and I’m tired of being just friends. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same way, I completely understand. I’m really sorry if this ruins our friendship, I just can’t help it anymore-“ 

You cut off his blathering and cup his face in your hands gently. 

“Oh, Ace…” You whisper and lean forward, tilting your head slightly. You lips were now mere millimeters apart and you could feel his irregular breathing on your face. 

“Is this… really happening?” Ace breaths out as you close the remaining distance. 

“Will you shut up for once?” Your mouth twitches into a soft smile before you finally press your lips on his. 

Your hands remain on his face as he wraps his warm arms around your torso in a bear hug as he kisses you back deeply. You kiss for a few moments before you pull back and look up at him, freckled cheeks flushed pink wand eyes blown wide with both lust and disbelief. 

“Come in with me?” You ask as you pull away from Ace to enter your personal cabin. 

“Yes ma’am.” Ace raises his eyebrows and grins comically. You giggle. Barely before your cabin door shuts behind you, Ace’s body is on you again and attacking your mouth with his. His hands are exploring your curves experimentally, and at a quick pace as if he’d never get the chance to do so again. 

You pull back breathlessly. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Ace.” You smile up at him. He grins back. 

“You better not be! I’ve waited for this for too long…” Ace growls as he starts ripping your clothes off your body. After removing your shirt and bra, he pulls your tight jeans and panties down, helping you step out of them. He attaches his lips to yours again in a wet kiss before he lifts you up and tosses you back on your bed. Ace rakes his eyes up and down your naked form with a slack jaw as he fumbles to remove his shorts and boots. 

“Enjoying the view, division commander?” You smirk and spread your legs for him. 

“Oh sweetheart I’m going to be doing a lot more than just viewing.” Ace finally sheds himself of his briefs, his thick, erect cock bouncing teasingly in your direction. “Now let me have a taste.” Ace hops onto the bed in-between your legs and starts groping your plush thighs while giving them bites and kisses. You sigh out and keen into his warm touch on your sensitive skin. 

After giving attention to your inner thighs, Ace finally reaches where you want his kisses the most. Ace hooks and arm around your thigh so he could bring his hand to your pussy and spreads it messily with two fingers. 

“Look at that…” You cover your eyes with your arm, trying to hide from his scorching gaze somehow. “So pretty…” Ace coos at your dripping sex begging to him to touch. He immediately dives in and laps harshly at your clit. 

“Oh fuck! Ace!” Your left hand moves instinctively to grip at his messy black hair. He continues licking and sucking at your most sensitive bit. Ace’s left hand moves up and grips your right, interlocking your fingers with his in an intimate gesture. Using your hand that was tangled in his hair, you guide his head in the exact movements you need to reach a climax and he happily accepts your instruction. 

“Fuck, that’s so good, I’m gonna cum, shit-!” You cry out. Ace moans against your sex without stopping his expert tongue work. You tense and release, moaning wildly feeling the waves of your orgasm crests over your body. 

You compose yourself and find Ace on his knees between your legs, positioning his now leaking cock up with your entrance.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Ace slides his thick tip through your wet folds waiting for your approval. 

“Gods yes, Ace, please.” 

Ace wastes no time and pushes his thick length all the way inside of you. The both of you gasp at the sensation. Ace is hovering over you, arms propping himself up over your panting face. His eyes are slammed shut, feigning giving you time to adjust to his size, but he was clearly trying to control his own pleasure, not wanting this to end too soon. 

“Fuck me, Ace, please.” You buck your hips to encourage him to start to move inside of you. He obliges, pulling back and pushing into you again slowly. He captures your lips again in a messy kiss and slowly but deeply fucks you. 

“Shit, y/n… it’s better than anything I’ve ever dreamed of… you’re perfect…” Ace starts to speed up his thrusts slightly, succumbing to the heavenly feeling of your warm cunt sucking him in over and over again. Maybe it was the alcohol or just pure lust, but you wanted him to give it to you hard and rough, much rougher than the gentle lovemaking he was giving you now. 

“Harder, Ace, fuck me harder.” You plead from underneath him. 

“Anything you want, baby, I’ll give it to you.” Ace obliges and roughly digs his fingers into your soft hips and drills into you at an intense pace. The sound of wet skin slapping and your collective moans filled the room, surely to be heard elsewhere on the ship. 

“That’s so good Ace, shit, you’re so good for me.” You cry out and throw your head back. You feel Ace’s hips stutter and his cock twitch inside of you. You could have sworn your heard a whimper. 

“I-… say it again… tell me again…please… ” Ace says barely above a whisper. You smirk, realizing what he was asking you to do. 

“You feel so nice inside of me baby, you’re doing such a good job.” You reach your hand up and cup his sweaty face. “Keep fucking me just like that, you’re gonna make me cum again.” Ace fucks into you harder, determined to feel you release around him. 

“Hahh.. please… wanna feel you cum…. wanna be good for you…” Ace huffs out, humping into you impossibly fast. You feel yourself tip over that delicious edge and you moan out your lovers name. 

Your body was buzzing from your orgasm and you impulsively bring your hand that was on Ace’s face to gently circle his damp neck. 

“Will you fill me up like a good boy, Ace?” You purr up at him. 

“Mhmm yes, yes please y/n! Wanna be a good boy for you… gonna fill you up so good… FUCK!” Ace shouts as he shoots his load deep into your waiting walls. You whine as you feel rope after rope hit your insides, stroking Ace’s back as he collapsed on top of you. 

“My sweet, good boy…” You twirl his hair around your finger as your lightly scratch his back. 

“Nnnnhhn…” Ace whines into your shoulder. “Don’t do that, I’m gonna get hard again.” He complains, voice muffled by your skin. 

You laugh. 

“Alright alright, let’s get some rest.” You gently push your lover off you and turn over to curl up into his side. Ace nuzzles into your neck and promptly starts snoring. 

— — 

You awoke still wrapped in Ace’s warm embrace feeling a slight soreness between your thighs. You smile remembering the filthy things you and Ace did to each other last night, but curse yourself knowing that everyone really was right about the nature of your relationship after all. You feel the man behind you stir awake. You flip around and lay yourself against his chest. 

“Hey.” You look up at him. 

“Well hey yourself.” Ace smiles sleepily down at you. He leans down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. Your romantic moment is interrupted by a large grumble coming from Ace’s stomach. 

“Ace!” 

“What? I can’t help that! It’s been hours since I last ate! Let’s go get breakfast, I’m sure Thatch is up by now.” Ace quickly hops up from the bed and dresses himself. You put on some sweats and you both head out the door. You close and lock your door behind you. 

“So do we like… hold hands now?” Ace asks. 

“Sure… but if you try anything fresh like grabbing my ass in front of the guys, I absolutely will throw you overboard.” You retort. Ace smiles and grabs your hand. You both start walking towards the kitchen. 

“Well I wasn’t going to… but now you’ve put the idea in my head…” 

— — 

xx Mo

#one piece smut #one piece #one piece fanart #one piece fanfiction #one piece anime #one piece live action #one piece netflix #one piece fandom #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace #portgas ace x reader #portgas ace x you #portgas ace smut #ace smut #one piece x reader #ace fluff #one piece fanfic #ace x y/n #law x reader

[the-kr8tor]

Ok so I figured out (I think) how to do a request.

Could you please do one where R and Hobie are being gf and bf, but Blob just wants R’s attention and when they see Hobie having all of it Blob is like “Move u ain’t her child 😒”

If you can write that my life would be filled with joy plis 😭🩷🩷🩷🩷

I got you, lovely!! Hope u like it 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, Cat symbiote AU, Blob the Symbiote cat AU, FLUFF

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You and Hobie are doing your own thing, with the telly on, you rewatch your favourite series whilst you munch on chips, the sound of crunching gets Hobie's attention from his gadget. He's been tinkering on the dining table, brows knitted together in frustration.

Huffing, he calls it a day, fingers stiff and aching from pinching small mechanical parts. Hobie flicka his eyes on an unusually quiet Blob. The symbiote cat purrs on top of the fridge, twin tails swinging from side to side, sweeping the top door. Hobie guesses that Blob has discovered the warmth on top.

Taking the opportunity to finally cuddle you on the couch without the alien in the middle hissing at him. He makes his way towards you, socked feet padding on carpeted floors.

Without warning, he takes the cheesy bag from you, placing it on the coffee table.

You look up at him, mouth full of cheesy goodness, eyes questioning him. “bhat?”

Hobie lays his head on your lap, prompting you to lay your legs flat on the settee. He sighs into your stomach, nosing your shirt, hand splayed over your lower back, hand squished in between you and the couch. He doesn't seem to mind it though, with how his eyes are closed, furrowed brow smoothing out as you trace his spine with your knuckles.

His legs dangle off the arm rest, too tall for the three seater couch.

“Tough day?” You flick your eyes from the telly to his scrunched face.

He groans into your shirt in a reply, you feel the vibration from his throat, tickling you a bit.

“Can you at least get my crisps back before turning me into your pillow?” You fold yourself, to whisper right in his ear, knowing what it does to him.

With your lower back aching, he twists around to aim his webshooter at the snack, snatching it right from the table to his hand.

Hobie hands it to you before he goes back to his previous position.

“Spiderman has saved the day once again.” You announce it like an anchorman from the twenties.

“Dork.” He murmurs into your shirt, leaning slightly to look up at you. “Crisps me.” opening his mouth comedically, you giggle at the sight.

“You’re the dork, dork.” You feed him chips while you watch your show.

Instead of Hobie watching with you, he watches your expressions shift from smiling to a frown. He bets the show is entertaining but he's more interested in watching you laugh and pout at the telly.

You feed him another crisp, Hobie tilts his head when a black mass flashes on your side. In a quick movement that he couldn't even anticipate, Blob has flopped on top of Hobie's face, suffocating him in all his blobby symbiote self.

Hobie rapidly sits up, you dodge his oncoming face. Blob stays attached to his face. For a second you thought he's trying to bond with Hobie again but Blob hisses when Hobie tries to pry the alien off his face.

“Love, a bit of help?” He struggles, Blob's tentacle-like limbs stretch as Hobie moves him further away, but the little symbiote is stuck on him like glue.

You huff, thinking that Blob needs to be trained better at co-existing with Hobie. Scratching the one spot you know Blob can't resist, you coo at him even though you're currently annoyed at the alien. His milky white eyes close, limbs loosening their hold on Hobie's head.

Blob drops like a sack of potatoes on Hobie's lap, triumphantly making his way to your lap. He purrs, curling around himself happily.

“You little shit. I was there first!” Hobie puts his foot down. You stop him with a look, wordlessly telling him an ‘I've got this’. He lets you, crossing his arms on his chest like a kid who didn't get his candy.

You take Blob by his armpits, looking right at his big white eyes. “If you want to cuddle you gotta share. Do you understand, Blobius Cornelius Blobirington? You can't just suffocate Hobie—” he meows like he's arguing back. “Anyone for that matter, you can't just do that. Got it?”

Blob moves his head towards Hobie, glaring his alien eyes towards the man.

“Hey! Play nice.” You place Blob on your shoulder, he immediately splayes himself over, lounging. But you don't see his scowl thrown at Hobie. “See? Compromise. We don't fight for attention.”

“He's literally tryin' to kill me with his stare.” Hobie points at Blob. You crane your neck to look but you only see him happily sleep on your shoulder. “What a wanker.”

“Don’t rile him up. Come back here, the spot’s all yours.” Patting your lap, he crawls over to you still huffing and puffing at how Blob is spoiled.

You just want to watch your show in peace, hopefully they stay asleep until you finish the episode.

#request done #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #the kr8tor's creations #hobie brown #atsv fanfiction #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #spider punk #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x fem!reader #spider punk x you #blob the symbiote #cat symbiote #cw food mention #hobie fluff #fanfic

[anystalker707]

I'm fine

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender-neutral] Reader Summary: Sanji knows there's something wrong, but he doesn't know how to approach you. Tags: comfort / soft / he's doing his best

Requested by anon ["Hello !! <3 I saw that your requests are open, may I request anything with Sanji ? You can decide the prompt or format, I was just thinking about (mostly Opla, a little bit of his pauses and deep thinking from the anime moments)..."] A/N: thanks so much for the request! I hope you have a good day and that you enjoy this

MASTERLIST

          Sanji was way more attentive than he seemed to be, mind working on a thousand tasks at once whenever he was quiet and not drooling over anyone or dwelling in thoughts. He was aware of everything that went on in the crew, ignoring or managing things however he could, whether by forcing himself to remember he wasn’t responsible for everyone else’s problems or just making someone a special dish to brighten their day a little.

It wasn’t obvious, and you weren’t in the right place to notice it either, unaware of Sanji’s attentive gaze following each of your actions through the days. He could see the nap breaks were getting longer, and the way you seemed to slip into a daze sometimes, which only made the hollow in your gaze more evident. Despite watching you for a while now, he still couldn’t identify what was bothering you so much, but it didn’t feel like it was the right time to approach the subject yet, at least not directly.

The idea had been in Sanji’s mind for quite a while now, so he decided to ease his thoughts today, a little bit. He prepared a small portion of one of your favorite snacks with a suitable drink to follow, making sure to use one of the special plates and your favorite glass—you probably thought no one knew, but he noticed it when you always chose that one or stole it from someone else.

“My dear,” Sanji’s soft voice brought you back to reality, and he looked at you for a moment, as if he could figure out what’d been going on through your mind as you sat at that small table on the deck and stared into the horizon. He couldn’t, but he felt good for being able to ground you for at least a little while. “You barely touched your lunch today, so I thought you’d like to have something now.” He paused. “More like you should have something now.” Despite the light scolding tone, there was also tenderness that he hoped to reach you and give some comfort.

You furrowed your eyebrows and pressed your lips together as if you were going to say something, but only silence followed as you suppressed a sigh and brought the plate closer to inspect it. It felt like forever—Sanji’s eyes followed every little movement as you looked at the food and the drink. He could imagine the way you felt, throat clenching just at the thought of food, but he also knew you needed to eat to make up for the past days and remain healthy.

Sanji was startled when your eyes met yours, and for a moment, he wondered if you could perhaps hear his thoughts, but the feeling dissipated when he caught the confusion on your features.

“What’s up, Sanji?” You asked before finally taking a bite of the food—his shoulders dropped a little as he felt relieved just at the simple gesture.

Ironic. He should’ve been the one to ask that.

Sanji pressed his lips together for a moment and shrugged. “Nothing, really, I’m just… bored.” It was the first thing that came to his mind. He wasn’t really, not with all the stuff he had in his head, but it sounded fitting. “Are you… bored? You’ve been… just sitting there,” Sanji said, stumbling over words. He didn’t want you to know he was aware of your current state because something in his gut told him you’d immediately dodge it.

You were silent for a long moment. You took another bite of the food, swallowed, sipped on the drink, placed the glass down… “Something like that.”

The situation was delicate. Sanji had to think very well of what he was going to do, and he imagined it all as a hunter trying to approach a hare without making his presence known among the bushes. He followed your gaze to the sea for a moment before he grabbed the chair and placed it next to yours with a sigh, sitting with his hands over his lap.

“Oh, uh, I hope I can sit with you,” he said quickly, about to stand up again when you waved a hand in dismissal.

It was awkward. The silence that sat between the two of you was unsettling, but Sanji suspected he was the only one to feel that way. His hands were sweating a little. He wiped them away on his pants. He was just worried about you. Nothing else.

“You know,” you suddenly said, making Sanji immediately turn his head to you, “I… I really like your rings. They really suit you.” Your eyes met his a couple of times before your gaze averted to the sea again, and you sipped on your drink, almost finishing it.

It took Sanji a moment to process your comment—when he finally did so, he raised his eyebrows lightly and looked down at his own hands, fidgeting with his rings now that he was reminded of their existence. “Oh, thanks,” he breathed as he brought them closer to inspect but shook his head lightly and offered his hand to you instead. “I’ve gotten some of them as gifts, others were—” His voice faltered when your fingers touched his, and you held his hand close to your face to observe the beautiful carvings into silver metal. “—Were just bought around,” he continued in a quieter voice tone, eyeing you.

Your thumb traced one of the rings before you slid it off Sanji’s finger; he was startled at first, but he let it be, since he trusted you anyway. He was happy to see you doing something that wasn’t obligatory nor motivated by whatever bothered you, heart fluttering a little bit. Your fingers traced the rim of the ring, but you never put it on, just observing it before returning it to Sanji.

“They’re very nice,” you added with a hum, observing him put the ring on again.

“Thanks,” Sanji whispered with a small smile. His tongue peeked out to wet his lips as he shook his head lightly to get some of the strands off his face, and he exhaled softly. Despite the pleasant moment, the anxiety still bubbled under his skin; the unsaid words formed a lump in his throat that threatened to jump out at any second. He tried—he really tried—, but it was stronger than he was.

“You know that you can talk to anyone anytime, right?” Sanji blurted out. It was classic, cliché, but he hadn’t had time to think about anything else. “I mean, I must not be the right person in your eyes, but I reassure you that I try my best.”

There was more he wanted to say, but the look on your face made Sanji shut up. He’d stepped on a twig, and you were about to run away.

“Yeah, that’s what it is all about,” you whispered with a hint of… disappointment?

Sanji didn’t know what to say—or if he should say anything at all—, heart heavy in his chest as he held his breath as if the slightest movement would ruin all of it.

“You don’t need to be nice to me just because you’re worried,” you said, putting the glass and the plate back on the table without finishing the meal; it’s not that you didn’t want to eat, but the hunger just diminished with the way the situation evolved. “I—”

“No, it’s not—”

“Then why now?” You cut Sanji off with a sigh, but interrupted yourself, seeming to reconsider. “I mean, I see, but… Now is not the right time, Sanji. You’re nice and all, but right now isn’t the moment.”

Sanji couldn’t blame you for the annoyance that laced your voice and the sudden change in your demeanor, so he tried to rationalize the situation first to avoid stirring unnecessary problems. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the ground, trying to imagine what could be the problem, but the signs you gave were still too vague.

“I… appreciate what you did,” you practically forced the words out while standing up from the chair slowly. It looked like you were going to say something, but you just walked away, leaving that incomplete silence behind that made anxiety crawl under Sanji’s skin. He couldn’t shrug off the guilt that started growing in his chest while watching you leave.

          “Hey, no need for that! The glass didn’t do anything to you, man!” Usopp threw his hands in the air lightly when Sanji put a glass on the table with more force than necessary, sending the hollow sound cutting through the galley.

Sanji widened his eyes at Usopp when he saw him there, but soon sighed as he shook his head, grounding himself—he didn’t want anyone to worry about him, or to make a mistake in the recipe. “Maybe it did, you don’t know that,” Sanji breathed with a chuckle in an attempt to lighten up the mood.

Usopp raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. “Keep your secrets, then.” He walked past Sanji with a chuckle, grabbing a clean glass to have some water. “Good night, dude,” he said after he got everything he wanted. “Don’t forget to call God Usopp in case you’re afraid of anything during the night!” He grinned and winked before walking away, and Sanji was thankful he didn’t look back to see the way he rolled his eyes. Sanji liked Usopp, yeah, he just had too much in mind right now, and his plans didn’t include coming off as rude.

Being on the night watch didn’t seem like the best option at first, but Sanji thought better and decided that, if he hadn’t, his night would’ve been resumed to tossing around on the hammock. Cooking helped him clean his mind and get himself together, so that was something, really.

The guilt was still evident in his chest, bothering Sanji just like a misplaced object in a small space. He felt like he was the odd one out, actually, not knowing what to do with himself as he did everything automatically until he almost threw the eggshells inside the bowl instead of the whites and yolks.

“Holy fuck,” Sanji said as he tossed the eggshells inside the trash, cleaning his fingers before he pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a break to breathe in deeply. He was almost finished. He could make it.

Everything was in the fridge or covered, waiting to be finished tomorrow, so Sanji sat at the table out on the deck and pulled out his cooking book after lighting a cigarette. He could at least relax a little while he sipped on a cold drink and checked his notes, feeling the somewhat-comfortable burning in his lungs. It always helped him set his thoughts in order—or at least try to.

There wasn’t much that Sanji could get done. He spent most of his time staring at the pen and trying to get his mind off you because, after all, he didn’t have anything to do with what bothered you. It wasn’t his responsibility nor did it affect him directly, so he shouldn’t be so worried about it. Regarding the minor disagreement, it didn’t matter—you two would get along well again because arguments just happened.

Sanji didn’t know what time it was, but the sea higher and calmer than it was during the day, only illuminated by the already waxing full moon that hung high in the sky, since the ship’s lights weren’t turned on strongly enough to illuminate anything beyond the decks. He wrote a few lines on the yellowish pages, not even finishing the sentence before he caught himself lost in thoughts again. Damn it.

The sudden sound almost made Sanji jump on his chair, but he just used it as an excuse to procrastinate making his notes more, and observed the darkness until someone showed up, and your identity was revealed only when you turned the lights of the galley on, walking in. Sanji’s heart almost jumped out through his throat when he saw you there, and his thoughts raced in an internal debate. Should he approach you? He didn’t know if he could bear once again that face of disappointment that you’d made at him, but the current situation wasn’t very helpful either. He wanted peace of mind.

With a sigh, Sanji stood up. All he could do, initially, was stand in the doorway and watch it as you drank a glass of water, still feeling out of place. When you turned around and tried to leave the kitchen, he couldn’t move either, staring back at you with the words erased from his brain. All he could do was look into your sleepy eyes, trying to identify anything beyond the grumpiness of getting up in the middle of the night. He pressed his lips together, breathing in deeply as he looked at you and decided that this should finally be over.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. No one else was awake, but maybe things would be ruined if he spoke a pitch louder. “I wanted to help you. I didn’t want to see you upset and wanted to help. I know you didn’t ask for it, but please know that there was absolutely no pity in what I did. It was my way of expressing that I’m here for you. If it made you uncomfortable, I can—”

A soft groan came from you as you hugged Sanji and buried your face in his chest. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he did nothing for a while, just in case, and only hesitantly wrapped his arms around you after he decided you wouldn’t move.

“Thanks.” Your words were muffled against his chest as you practically melted into him. Were you too sleepy? He really didn’t know how to handle this. “I am sorry about the reaction. I didn’t think it through, but thanks anyway.”

Sanji raised his eyebrows as he processed what you said and let out a faint hum, patting your back gently. “It’s okay,” he whispered as he pressed his cheek to your head for a moment, slowly relaxing as he found comfort in your arms. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you replied, a little too quickly. “Nothing is wrong.”

“But—”

“I’m fine.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

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[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Take Care of Yourself

After their escape from the Shadow Company's looming hunt for their heads, Ghost, Soap, and Jade headed to the Los Vaqueros safehouse on the outskirts of Las Almas. Soaked by the rain, the Scot needed some help with his wound on his shoulder.

Soap isn't the only one who needed help, though.

Pairing : Simon "Ghost" Riley x Charlotte "Jade" Le Jardin (OC) Word Count : ~ 2700

Warning : Fluff with a slight bit of angst, a touch of hurt/comfort, and good ol' cursings.

Title and story inspired by the song Take Care of Yourself by Maisie Peters

"Soap, where's your wound?" Jade asked the sergeant as she rummaged through her gears. Ghost, Soap, and Jade were standing near the truck they found in front of the church, currently just a kilometer away from Alejandro's safe house on the eastern side of Las Almas. However, now that the Los Vaqueros had been under the Shadow Company's custody, they cannot trust anyone. The three of them were all that they've got.

"Do you have the equipment?" Ghost, who's standing leaning onto the side of the truck asked. 

"Here, fuck… I think the adrenaline shot is finally wearing off." His finger pointed at the bloody makeshift bandage on his right shoulder, sitting on the grass with his back on the side of the wheel. Their whole bodies are wet from the rain, but at least the cold helped with the blood clotting.

Jade knelt down to the ground, observing the wound. "That thing served its purpose, you did great, Soap. Now the bullet's still in there, and we need to get it out and sew it in order to let it heal properly."

"Don't worry." The MI6 zipped out a roll of cloth, putting them onto the grass field to reveal a series of stainless steel tools that Soap could tell were definitely not medical tools. "I can make do."

"Wait, Jade. Isn't that…" Soap nervously glanced back and forth to her and her equipment. 

"Torture devices, yes. But it doubles as a medical kit for emergency situations, which is now." The woman lifted up a scissor, cutting the bloody bandage from Soap's shoulder, revealing the gunshot wound that Graves had inflicted upon him. Soap hissed as she gently peeled the cloth from his skin while staring at the wound underneath. 

"The bleeding has mostly stopped. Now I just need to get it out." She put down the scissor, took her canteen and rinsed the bloody area with water. 

"Aww! Aw aw SHIT!!" 

"Don't be a baby, Johnny." Ghost retorted from beside him. 

"I just got shot, Lt., and it fucking stings like a bitch. Have you ever been shot?" The wounded man grumbled to his superior.

"Many times." He answered, shrugging his shoulders. 

"Beanpole, how about you help me get some lights over here? Don't wanna pull out healthy skin." Jade gestured at the masked man. If he wants to be chatty then at least he could help a little. 

Ghost knelt down as well, pulling out his flashlight and directing it towards the wound. "Now that's better." Jade finally got a good visual clarity, prompting her to touch the skin surrounding it, and opening them up with her fingers. "Alright, Soap. Get ready. No alcohol unfortunately so grit your teeth real hard." 

"Yeah." After the Scot's shaky response, Jade used her forceps to enter the wound, exploring the outsides of the bullet, and took hold of it. 

"Got it. Stay still." As she very, very slowly fished out the bullet, Soap closed his eyes and rested his head on the car, a grimace on his face as he tried to hold in the pain. Ghost only watched in silence as he still held the flashlight up. 

"Aaand it's out." The bullet is finally out of the wound, leaving a little blood trail running down his shoulder which Jade immediately covered with a gauze. 

"Seems intact. You're lucky the bullet didn't burst and broke inside." Ghost reacted to the bullet on the tip of the forceps. "Or it'll be a pain in the arse to find all of them."

"Yeah. All those muscles double as a meat shield I guess." Jade joked as she put the bullet down on the cloth rolls, making Soap let out a broken chuckle.

"All that workout finally pays off." 

"It certainly did." The MI6 then used forceps on both hands to carefully stitch the wound. The wound was not that big, so it only required around 3 stitches. 

As she rolled the bandages around Soap's arm, Ghost started, "We don't know whether the safe house is empty or not. We're on our own."

The ginger responded, "We are. Anyone who points a gun at us, they're hostile. Can't trust anyone unless…"

"Unless?" Soap noticed her pause. 

"Unless someone's still not compromised and corrupted. And if there's one, it's Alejandro." She finally finished rolling the bandages, tidying up her equipment on the floor and putting them back on her gear. 

The three of them stood up, led by the lieutenant, "Alright, let's get inside." 

***********

After discussing about releasing Alejandro from the Shadows, they were now preparing their gears for the battle that was yet to come. Rodolfo had given them all some Mexican Army rations to fill their empty guts. Hours and hours of running and being hunted by Shadows took their energies out to flat battery. Rudy, Soap, and Jade sat together on the wooden crate inside the warehouse, eating away their meal.

Jade was right, if there's someone who is not corrupted, it's Alejandro, and someone close to him.

Much to their surprise, they found Rodolfo hiding in the darkness of the building. He did point his rifle at Soap, but at least he was still vigilant and didn't take anyone as a friendly considering the dreadful situation at hand. The warehouse was packed full with guns and ammunition in all varieties. It's like a second base for the Los Vaqueros. Surely it's smaller in size than the one Graves and his Shadows occupied at the moment, but it would do.

"Where's the lieutenant?" Rudy started.

"Outside. Probably doesn't want us to see his face." Soap answered as he ate the dried beans. 

"Why does he wear that? The first time I saw him in the car, I was truly scared." The Mexican remembered saying that he's afraid of ghosts in Spanish to his superior upon seeing his mask.

"Then the mask served its purpose. It's psychological warfare. The less human you look like, the more fear you can strike upon the enemy" The only woman in the house told them, "Imagine a big, hulking man with a skull face, coming at you in a full on black attire, with a full sets of skills that can end your life in seconds. I would be scared."

Hearing that, Rodolfo sighed, "Glad he's on our side."

"Right. Or probably he just wants to hide his ugly face." Soap retorted, making the three of them chuckle. 

As she finished her rations, Jade tidied up the plastic containers before standing up, "I'm gonna check on the beanpole. You guys eat away." She patted both of the man's shoulders, which were replied with nods from both men, before she headed out of the warehouse's wooden door where Ghost had headed ten minutes prior. 

As she stepped out in the dark of the night, Jade looked up at the Las Almas sky. This will be a long night.

Got betrayed by Shepherd and The Shadows, Soap got shot, they had to survive a town full of people trying to hunt them, and now after only one hour of downtime, the four of them were about to storm the prison to try freeing Alejandro and the Vaqueros.

Taking on a whole garrison of Shadows in the prison compound with just four people? Sounded suicidal of them indeed, but Jade had seen what these people could do. They're trustworthy.

She's not alone anymore.

She's got people to cover her back.

She had him.

Taking a deep breath, she looked around to find out where the man in black went. She looked side to side to see any big, black shape sitting down, but he's nowhere to be seen. 

And so, she started to walk to the side of the warehouse, finally finding the big man sitting down, his back to her. Accompanied by a single lamp above him that barely gave any sort of luminescence, she could see that his mask was lifted up, the skull plate sitting on top of his head, indicating that he's indeed eating. 

One thing she realized, though, she could see him a little bit stiff on the left shoulder. What confirmed her suspicion was the fact that he touched his left shoulder, before rolling them very very slowly like it's painful to move.

Guess even the Ghost himself wasn't invincible from a bullet. 

"Beanpole." Jade softly called to him. Her feminine voice instantly made the man flinch, but not turn around. 

A pause, "Midget. Why are you here?" He said, for once his deep, raspy voice was not muffled by the mask. 

"Checkin' up on you. You really do like sitting alone in the dark." 

He didn't respond with anything. The woman decided to step forward, making the grass crack. Ghost immediately put his hand on his mask, ready to pull it down to wear it, before Jade stopped him, "It's fine. You can keep eating. I promise I won't do anything." Ghost halted his actions for a good five seconds, before putting his hand down again.

Seeing that he's finally relaxed, Jade closed in on his back slowly to where he sat down on the wooden crate. She could see the back of his neck and a little hint of his hair like this, and of course, there's a tint of blood on the junction between his neck and shoulder, just shy away covered by his black collar that was also ripped apart in the area.  

"You're injured." Jade spoke slowly to avoid startling him too much.

"...Just a bullet graze. Bloody shadows." 

"May I?" Jade asked, and she could see him contemplating, before he lightly nodded. Upon his confirmation, she lightly pulled away his torn collar, finding blood still running down the grazed wound. It's angry red in color, especially being covered by his clothes and his gear the entire time. 

Hearing Jade’s huff, the man inquired, "Is it bad?"

"Bad. Even though Soap had a whole bullet lodged in his shoulder, at least the wound was open to the rain to wash it away. Yours were covered by your collar and plate carrier. Infection will suck." He grumbled in response. He surely thought it was nothing, but it definitely needed some attention. 

"You can keep eating while I take care of this. Put off your gears first." Jade spoke to the back of his neck, and seeing that he sighed, it seemed that he didn't mind. Ghost took his gear off, as he tried to lift the plate carrier above his head, Jade could see him struggling to fight the pain on his shoulder and decided to lend a hand. Without a word, Jade helped lift them up. Judging by his groan, it must be a major relief after carrying that much weight on his injured shoulder. 

After putting the gear down, she started by pouring some water to a cotton wool, pulling the collar away, revealing that the wound is even longer and deeper than she thought. It’s almost half his trapezius. This definitely required some attention. "I'm gonna clean the wound. This'll sting a little.” As she lightly pressed on the wound, Ghost's neck tensed, but he didn’t make a sound, albeit him grabbing his plastic spoon harder that it might snap.

“It’s supposed to be painful, Beanpole. It’s okay if you make a sound.” Jade said with a low tone, not wanting to surprise him, still going on in cleaning the angry red wound. This man is a hard ass sometimes. “At least Soap’s not here to tell you you’re a baby.” the woman retorted, making Ghost scoff involuntarily as he remembered telling Soap the exact same thing earlier. 

“Fine,” He finally relented. “It bloody hurts. The only thing that made it right was that I put a knife on the bastard’s neck.” 

“Hmm. And were you planning to let this thing be a secret?” She gestured at the wound she’s currently tending to. 

Ghost only sighed, "I was going to take care of it myself."

Jade huffed softly behind him, “If you fell down from fever because it's not treated properly, I’m gonna have trouble hauling you up, Beanpole. You’re huge.” 

“I’m not gonna fall.” He denied.

“You will if you let this open wound be, which was your plan, isn’t it.” Jade told him off with a slightly louder voice, stopping her hands from cleaning the wound. 

“I’ve been shot many times before, Midget, and I’ll take care of myself just fine.” 

“But that was when you were alone, Ghost.” Hearing her call his call sign instead of the bastard nickname quite surprised him. 

“I know you can take care of yourself just fine. I know that. I think so about myself too. But we’re a team here.” Jade didn’t even realize that her voice sounded more like a worried mother than a colleague. “You’re our commanding officer, and I know you need to take the lead. All this shite happened on your watch, but despite all of that, I need you to tell me if you’re wounded. I will help. We will help.” Ghost had stopped eating now. She’s talking to the back of his head, but he could totally imagine her worried face. From the tone in her voice, he could also tell that she’s not angry. Concerned would be a better word. 

“I’ve been in this thing as long as you, Ghost, and God knows how it fucks someone up, but we’ve got each other now.” She finally got back to cleaning his wound, “You said it yourself just now, ‘no one fights alone’, and that includes this. So don’t fight alone, okay?”

Ghost took a deep breath. He did say that, didn’t he. She used his own words to get back at him.

Not hearing any answer, Jade pressed the cotton with slight pressure onto his wound, prompting him to flinch his shoulder and exclaim in pain, “Ow! What the fuck!?”

“Okay??” 

“Okay! Fine, Mum!” Ghost finally yielded. “I’ll take your word for it.” 

Jade couldn’t help but to scoff at her new nickname, “Don’t ‘Mum’ me, Ghost. I’m just a concerned friend, that is all.” She retorted, fishing the antibiotic cream from her med kit. 

“Oh, so now we’re finally friends?”

“Yes. What, were we enemies? I’m gonna apply some antibiotic cream, your wound is very long. Sheesh.” 

“Tell me something I don’t know…” He got back to eating his rations. He didn’t like pep talks, but hers actually alleviated some of his burdens. Knowing that someone’s got his back, that he has someone to rely on, that he didn’t have to do this alone… it somehow comforted him.

As Jade pressed a little of the content out of the tube, she thought about the man who’s having his back on her. Hearing that he’s been through a lot of things like her, deep in her mind, she’s glad that someone understands her. And all that she did was understand him. If Jade was in Ghost’s position, who has a lot of responsibilities and burdens on his shoulders, she’d want that reassurance too. The MI6 started to lightly rub on the wound, taking note of covering the entire area. 

“Thanks, for having my back.” He continued, “When I heard Johnny’s coming, I thought I’m gonna need to babysit him for a while. But having you here… It makes things easier for me.”

“...Jade.” his deep voice called to her name, not the bastardized nickname, making her flinch in response.

"hm?"

The woman behind him smiled, “A pleasure, Ghost. Cut off a little slack for yourself, alright? You look like the kind of guy who doesn’t take his own advice.” 

A chuckle, “Seems so.” 

After a while, Ghost finally finished eating his rations, just as Jade finished closing up his injury with the adhesive plasters.

“Abracadabra, you’re healed~!” The woman covered the wound with her warm palm, touching his skin lightly, before covering the area back up with the collar. 

Ghost pulled down his mask, before standing up and turned around to face the woman who patched him up. Lifting her head to see the towering figure, she could see his dark eyes looking back at her.

“Thanks, Midget. I owe you for this one.”

She never heard him speak with such sincerity and tenderness before. She swore if not for the dim lighting, he’d caught her cheek turn as red as her hair.

Well, there’s always a first for everything. “You owe me nothing. Anytime, Beanpole.” 

********************

“Soap?” Rodolfo called to the man in front of him.

“Hm?” 

“Did, uh… Ghost and Jade have something between them?” Hearing the Mexican sergeant’s question, Soap couldn’t help the laughter from his mouth; he had to cover them from spitting his food.

“You see it too, don’t you?” Soap responded with a chuckle, “To answer your question, no, I don’t think they had something. We’ve only known Jade about three years ago, during the conflict for Verdansk.” 

“Three years ago?” Rodolfo questioned.

“Yes. The lass were called in by Laswell. She’s fierce, I’ll give her that. However, Ghost wasn’t the kindest person at the time, and there were… trust issues among the group. So he’s the one who started the Midget thingy, and Jade responded fairly by calling Ghost Beanpole.”

The Mexican cooed in acknowledgement, getting back to his rations. “They’re very… compatible together.”

“You’re right on point on that, Hermano.”

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Hope you loved it! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

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[sturn-wrld]

🏮christmas gift

pairing: chris x reader

summary: where chris buys reader a christmas present that is great for the both of them

genre: SMUT!!! if that makes you uncomfortable dni! warnings: unprotected sex (before you get silly, wrap that willy), nicknames (babe, baby, ma, mamas)

a/n: last day of smutmas. i actually really like this. i have no idea what i'm going mg to write now but i'm thinking a little more fluff. happy holidays to everyone no matter what you celebrate 🫶

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you open your eyes, adjusting them to the bright sunlight by beaming through large window infrared front of the bed you and your boyfriend, chris currently occupy. the realise hits, it's christmas.

you had loved christmas for your whole life. you didn't know what it was about christmas that you liked so much because very year it changed. when you were five it was opening presents. when you were ten it was the music. when you were fifteen it was gifting presents. but now as a twenty year old it was a mixture of all it, plus the time you can spend with loved ones around you.

you look down to your beautiful boyfriend, laying on your chest and slowly start shaking him. "baby, it's christmas" you cooed not wanting to abruptly wake him. "five more minutes ma" you looked at him rubbing his face deeper into your chest as he fights away the waking up sensation and give in. "okay. five more minutes" after what seemed forever you finally woke him up. "okay it's been five minutes, wake up now. it's christmas" you said emphasising the fact that it's christmas. "alright let's wake up the other two then" chris stated trying to rid the sleep from his eyes.

as you both clawed your way put of bed there was a sudden bang at the door followed by nick and matt slamming their ways into the room. "WAKE UP ITS CHRISTMASSS!" nick said definitely more excited than the other people in the room. you smiled in response turning to chris, "told you to wake up" chris just chuckled as he slowly trudged out of the room. "what a grouch" nick said snarling at him "i know right" you added standing next to him.

as you made your way up the stairs towards the living room area followed by nick and matt, chris was sat on the couch with a. sudden change of demeanour. "let's open presents" nick said excitedly walking towards the sparkling tree in the corner.

as you all finished all the gifts from each other, you split your seperate ways to move presents into designated rooms and clean the house before guests started arriving for the day. as you and chris walked into your shared bedroom, he walked straight to the wardrobe pulling another gift from under a pile of laundry sitting in the closet. "what's this?" you asked walking towards and starting to play with the blue bow tied around the red paper. "it's for you. open it." he said moving to the bed sitting and placing it on your lap. as you ripped open the paper you noticed a familiar pink stripped box. once the box was bare you read the logo guessing what it could be. "victoria's secret" you said looking to your boyfriend, who was smiling so wide. "open it" he said prompting to the box. you lifted the top of the box to reveal a lingerie set. one you had been looking to buy for a while. "thank you baby" you said looking to chris kissing him on the cheek, picking up the lacey piece. "do you want to go try it on?" he said biting his lip, you nodding and moving to the bathroom to change.

you observed yourself in the mirror feeling the lace under your fingertips. "i'm done" you called from the bathroom, your boyfriend on the other side of the door waiting for you to walk out. "show me mamas" he instructed you walking out as he finished his words. his jaw dropped to the floor. "you like it?" you asked travelling your hands up your thighs and walking towards chris as he stood. "like it? i love it. it looks so much better than what i could imagine" he said gripping your waist looking you up and down. "your thighs look so nice and your boobs. don't get me started on your boobs" he blabbered out, causing a giggle to escape your lips.

he looked at your lips and then your eyes, licking his lips. you then leaned into him starting to kiss soft kisses to his lips. with that chris deepened the kiss, causing you to lightly moan into his mouth as he sat down pulling you onto his lap. he started kissing down down your jaw and neck as you felt him become harder under his sweatpants. as he marked your lower neck and chest you started grinding on his now tight sweatpants needing more friction. he traveled his hands from your ass up to the back of your bra unclipping it and throwing it somewhere you didn't care about in this moment. he started massaging your tits as you grind harder against him. he lifted you slightly, now able to slip his pants down revealing his hard cock, slapping against his stomach. he slowly starts traveling his hands down from your boobs back towards your ass and aching core. he starts slipping his fingers through your dripping wetness. "your so wet mamas" he said as you start releasing whining moans. "all for you baby" you said whipping your head back moaning at his movements.

suddenly he slams his fingers into you, stretching your tight hole, rubbing your clit with his other hand. "i need you to fuck me baby" you said whining for him. "anything for you my baby" he said flipping mg you over so you were now below him. he runs his tip down your folds before slamming himself into you causing you to both moan at the feeling. "oh fuck mamas your so tight" he said continuously pounding you at an animalistic pace. "holy shit baby i'm already so close" you said the pleasure building in your stomach. "play with yourself for me ma" he said wanting to push you towards your finish as fast as he was arriving. you starting toying with your clit the pleasure already becoming too much. "i'm going to come baby" you said as he started pounding deeper into you chasing his high "me too" he said as you let go riding out your high. he piled out before he came, continuing the motions with his hand as he came all over your stomach and chest.

he flipped himself down next to you, huffing and puffing.

"that was probably the best christmas gift ever"

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[bussyslayer333]

Off to the races

summary: knowing your boyfriend had cheated on you left a sour taste in your mouth, good job revenge tastes so sweet.

or

the one where bradley fucks jake’s girlfriend.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x jake’s girlfriend!reader

word count: 3.4k

warnings: infidelity, swearing, smuttttt, jake is a shitty boyfriend, small amount of violence at the end (deserved), phone sex??? MDNI 18+

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You could not believe Jake’s audacity.

“Baby, it is not what it looks like.”

You scoff, the naked woman lying under the sheets of your shared bed would suggest otherwise.

“Enlighten me Jacob, what exactly am I looking at currently?”

Jake bites his lip in contemplation, not quite sure whether he should speak or not.

“We were having sex?” The girl supplies from where Jake is trying to hide her behind him. Jake turns and glares at her.

You’re unsure of whether she is generally lacking in intelligence or if she just simply doesn’t care. The framed photo of you and Jake that rests to the right of her on your bedside table, clearly in her vision, suggests a little bit of both. You’re trying not to laugh but failing, it’s a stifled giggle at first until you’re full on bent over cackling. Jake looks up at you confused and you finally compose yourself enough so you can speak.

“Sorry,” You chuckle out, “it’s just so insane to me that I came home from work dressed like this so that we could go to dinner for our anniversary.” You pause for a moment whilst Jake takes in your attire, it’s a short red satin dress, the type that Jake would usually rip off of you. Your heels are uncomfortably high and the makeup on your face feels displaced now that you know it was all in vain. “And you’re fucking some girl in our bed.”

“My name’s Sabrina.”

“Sorry, right. You’re fucking Sabrina in our bed.”

Jake stands suddenly, reaching for you. You step back, disgusted, and see a flash of hurt wash over his eyes.

“Don’t touch me.” You spit out.

“Don’t talk to him like that!” Sabrina supplies.

You’re not sure why she’s still here.

“Get out.” Jake is rubbing his hand down his face, willing for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“What?”

“Please. Get out.”

She rolls her eyes but stands, collecting her underwear from the floor and walking to the door.

“Call me?”

Jake scoffs, “Probably not.”

As she walks past you, you can tell she’s sizing you up. You have half the mind to stand on her bare toes with your heels but the angel sitting on your shoulder reminds you not.

Once you hear the the front door close you start on Jake again.

“What the fuck?”

You blink the tears back that are finally threatening to fall, there was no way you were going to cry in front of this man.

“I don’t know, baby please, you have to believe me, I’m so sorry.”

The tears seem to evaporate at his redundant statement, and you let out a dry laugh.

“Why would I believe you Jake? What have you done in the past half an hour which prompts me to believe anything you’ve ever told me?”

Jake looks more distraught than you’ve ever seen him.

“Is this the first time?”

“What?”

“Is this the first time you’ve slept with someone else?”

Jake is silent.

“Jesus christ, How long?”

“Not long, I swear there was only one other girl.”

You can’t bring yourself to listen anymore. You spin on your heel quickly, Jake reaches to grasp your wrist but you pull it out of his grip with ease. You check your car keys are in your purse as you wobble down the stairs. Once you reach the front door you turn to see Jake stood at the bottom of the stairs only in his boxers.

“Please don’t go.”

You roll your eyes. Slamming the door behind you with enough force to startle your neighbours dog into barking. Once you’re sat in your car you’re not quite sure where to go. You’ve been with Jake for two years today, all of your friends are his friends. Well, apart from one.

What Bradley wasn’t expecting to see when he opened his apartment door at 10pm on a Thursday evening was your frame, draped in a short satin slip dress, red stilettos with a sharp black winged eyeliner to match. He’s pretty sure he’s fantasised about this a few thousand times.

You knew it was slightly cruel to run straight to Bradley. He had always been a sore point in your relationship with Jake, you had met them both on your first night in San Diego when you had ended up at the Hard Deck. They had both tried to win you over, ultimately you had gone home with Jake, but Bradley hadn’t ever really stopped wanting you. Jake had hated that you stayed friends with Bradley, claiming that he was only doing it so he could fuck you. Even if it was true it should have been your first warning flag.

“Hey?” Bradley questions as he opens his door wider, a gesture for you to come in.

You strut in and throw yourself onto his couch, your short dress riding up your thighs slightly. Bradley gulps at the sight, you watch his adam’s apple bob in amusement.

“You got anything strong?” You grimace up at him.

Bradley beams down at you sympathetically, “Whiskey fine with you?”

You giggle, “Such a macho man.”

Bradley rolls his eyes as he saunters away to collect two glasses for the whiskey. When he returns your heeled feet are propped up on his coffee table and you’ve secured your hair up in a messy updo with a hair tie you found in your purse. Bradley thinks you look incredible, he sits down far too close but you don’t seem to mind and rest your head on his shoulder. He hands you your glass of whiskey, there’s a large ice cube sat in the amber liquid. You take a sip and wince as it warms you throat and chest. Bradley watches you and feels his chest tighten.

“Jake cheated on me.”

You raise your head from Bradley’s shoulder and turn more towards him, he can feel your breasts pushing agains his bicep. You look into his eyes, he’s seething.

“What?”

“I got in and there was a tacky dress and cheap pair of heels flung on the living room floor. Not to mention the obnoxious moaning coming from our bedroom.”

“I’ll fucking kill him.” Bradley’s chest is heaving with anger, his tight black top straining further against his chest.

You place a comforting manicured hand on his chest and he calms slightly. He looks down at you and urges you on slightly.

“I walked into him fucking her into our bed, apparently it wasn’t the first time.”

Bradley can’t quite believe what he’s hearing. Why would Jake want to cheat on you? He was shocked that you had stayed with Jake so long truthfully, you had always been out of his league. Bradley pulls you into his lap so he can look into your eyes without straining his neck.

“Are you okay bunny?”

He takes note of the wiped mascara stains under your eyes and the plump of your lips which are glimmering with the remnants of your lipgloss.

“Surprisingly, yes.”

Bradley cocks his head to the side, he looks adorably like a puppy you think. You elaborate further,

“He kind of sucked didn’t he?”

Bradley laughs, “Don’t I know it.”

You were both giggling now, maybe slightly egged on by the whiskey you had finished,

“You know he never ate me out? Said it wasn’t natural.”

You were still laughing when you noticed that Bradley was unusually quiet. He was so utterly confused. Bradley was pretty sure he’d had his dick in his hand imagining you sat on top of his face more times than he could count on both hands and feet.

“That’s the second most absurd thing you’ve told me tonight.”

You scoff, “Sorry O pussy eating connoisseur.”

Bradley could tell you were deflecting,

“If you were my girlfriend I’d probably never leave from between your thighs.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t deny the way heat flushed across your whole body.

“We’ll, I’m not Jake’s now either.”

“You broke up with him for good?”

Fuck. You should probably have done that.

“I stormed out before I could end things.”

“Are you going to? End things that is.”

You think about it for a split second, Jake had been your longest relationship. Two years of your life with him. Clearly it wasn’t much of value.

“Definitely.”

Bradley smiles at that. He knows he shouldn’t be excited deep down, but he can’t bring himself to care. Not when the girl he’s been in love with for the past two years is sat on his lap. The straps of your dress are falling down your arms from the lax position you’re sat in. You stand suddenly and Bradley furrows his brows.

“Can you get this for me?” You whine and turn around, gesturing to the zip at the back of your dress.

Bradley stands hesitantly, but reaches for the zip nonetheless. His hands skim your sides as he reaches the top of your dress. He drags the zip down slowly and watches as it pools at your waist. He can see now that your not wearing a bra. You turn your head slightly to look up at him, he’s still much taller than you even in your heels. You’re holding the now loose fabric of your dress over your breasts.

“Thanks babe.”

You push his chest lightly and he gets the hint to sit back on his couch. With that you let go of the fabric, it sits low on your hips and you spin around. You wiggle slightly as you pull the dress over your hips and ass, Bradley watches, dick straining against his sweatpants. Once your dress is pooled around your ankles, you step over it in your heels and kick it to the side. The only thing left of your body is a scrap of red lace that you’re calling underwear and your heels. Bradley groans, startling you. His hands are on your ass, groping the soft flesh, he pings the side of your underwear against your hip, forcing you to look back at him.

“This is for him, bunny?” He tuts and gestures towards the underwear, “He wouldn’t even know what to do with all of this.”

Bradley’s got a smirk on his face as he manhandles your flesh, finally pulling you back against him. You land on his crotch, the meat of your ass directly on his hard cock straining against his sweatpants. He sighs in somewhat relief. You pick yourself and manoeuvre yourself so that you’re facing him, face nestled into his neck. He still smells like the cologne he sprayed on early this morning as well as the days sweat, it’s intoxicating. You sigh softly into his neck as he caresses your sides. It’s oddly sweet, considering you’re almost fully naked on top of him. You’re pretty sure you’ve never felt this type of intimacy with Jake.

“I need you to fuck me Bradley.”

You watch as Bradley pinches his thigh and giggle. You take his hand and guide it up to your mouth, taking his middle and ring finger in and sucking wetly. You bob your mouth up and down for a second before pulling away, lips glossy with spit.

“Please.”

Bradley leaps into action and lifts you off his lap and onto the couch, inserting himself in between your legs. He’s grinding into you with fervour as his lips meet yours. It’s a clash of saliva and lips and teeth and it’s full of passion, something which had been lacking in your relationship with Jake. You’re pretty sure there’s a wet spot forming on Bradley’s sweatpants from the arousal leaking from you. You reach to kick off your heels when Bradley stops you,

“Keep them on.” He murmurs against your mouth, in between sloppy kisses.

He’s moving the kisses down your neck and you giggle at his request. Before Bradley can reach your breasts you push against him. He lets up immediately in an action that makes your heart warm. You tug at the bottom of his top.

“Take it off, please.” You jut your bottom lip out and Bradley groans with a laugh, quickly whipping the top off and flinging it somewhere behind him.

The feeling of your nails dragging across his chest and the sprinkling of hair there is driving him to the brink of insanity, paired with the heat of your pussy that he’s grinding into he’s pretty sure he’s going to cream in his pants like a teenager.

“Fuck, hang on.” He whimpers, pulling away from you.

You whine at the loss of contact and reach your hands out to grab him. He’s chuckling as he pulls his sweatpants off (he takes note of the wet patch created by your juices and his precum and saves it in his mind). You however are silenced from your whining as you catch sight of his dick. Spit pools in your mouth and your pussy clenches, you rub your thighs together to try and create some sort of friction.

“Jesus Christ Bradley, who knew you were hiding that lethal weapon down there.”

Bradley out right cackles at your outburst, it reminds him why he’s always been so attracted to you. You always say what was on your mind. You wiggle your hips closer to his now and speak up,

“There’s condoms in my purse behind you.”

Bradley turns his torso to grab your purse when he notices your phone sticking out of it. There must be at least 50 texts and a growing number of missed calls from Jake. He rummages through your purse and finds a condom, tearing it open he turns back to you.

You watch, chest heaving as Bradley rolls the condom down onto his length. You’re pretty sure you’ve not been this worked up in a long time. Bradley all but rips your underwear off of you, the lace giving way under his soft grip with far too much ease. You gasp at the sensation of your pussy being exposed to the cool air, Bradley leans down and blows a breath onto your pussy and watches in delight as you squirm. You smell amazing. Bradley notes to eat you out as soon as possible. Finally, he takes his dick into his hand and swipes it through your slit, you’re dripping. You wish you had it in you to be embarrassed but the want you felt outweighed any embarrassment by far too much.

When Bradley pushes into you, you let out a high pitched whine. Music to his ears, Bradley throws his head back to groan at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. In doing this, he’s able to get a clear look at your phone, which is lit up signalling another incoming call from Jake. On impulse he reaches for your phone and answers the call. You look up at him confused as Jake’s voice rings out from the phone.

“Baby, I’m so sorry please come home and we can talk.”

You roll your eyes and gesture for Bradley to end the call, instead he begins thrusting into you with inexplicable vigour. You’re helpless to stop the moans spilling from your lips.

“Baby, are you okay?”

You cover you mouth with your hand and try to furrow your brows angrily at Bradley. He simply swallows back a laugh and reaches his hand out to swirl his thumb over your clit. You let out another high pitched whine, it’s unmistakable to Jake this time.

You can practically hear him going through the motions, “Oh, oh.”

Embarrassingly enough for Jake, he thinks you’re trying a repeat at phone sex. You can hear his smirk through the phone.

“Are you touching yourself for me baby?”

Bradley laughs loudly, increasing the pace of his thrusts inside of you. You’re pretty sure there’s drool falling out the side of your mouth as you babble incoherently,

“Feels so good Bradley.”

“Damn straight bunny.”

Jake hits the roof.

“Bradshaw? Are you fucking kidding me.”

Hearing Jake call his name spurs Bradley on, he switches from his fast paced thrusts to slow and deep thrusts. You’re sure you can feel him in your stomach as you buck up to meet him. Bradley looks down at the phone he had placed on the coffee table on speaker. Jake is still on the line.

“Who’s fucking you so good, bunny?”

You moan in response and Bradley speeds up his thumb on your clit, you’re dizzy with the feeling of it all. Suddenly the movement stops. You open your eyes wide and look at Bradley pleadingly.

“Words, bunny.”

You whine and buck your hips down onto Bradley’s cock,“You, Bradley! Please don’t stop.”

He smiles and moves his thumb back down to your clit, continuing his tight circles.

“That’s my girl.”

You preen under his praise and reach up to kiss him messily.

Jake is seething. You were his girl, not fucking Bradshaw’s.

“No the fuck she’s not.”

You’re not sure if you’re rolling your eyes at Jake’s statement or at the feeling of your impending orgasm lighting a fire in your stomach. You slur out in the direction of your phone,

“Shut the fuck up Jake.”

Bradley thanks whatever higher being sent you his way and let’s out another guffaw. He looks over to the phone and smiles seeing that Jake has ended the call. He pulls his focus back to your and wraps both hands around your hips in a bruising grip. Your nails drag down his back as he thrusts erratically into you, sending you over the edge.

“Shit, bunny. Squeezing me so tight.” Bradley moans as your high pitched whines reach a crescendo.

You begin to squirm at the overstimulation and Bradley pulls out of you quickly, he pulls the condom off and strokes himself sloppily over your chest. You push your tits up and stick your tongue out for him,

“Please cum for me, Bradley.”

Bradley’s eyes roll to the back of his head and he cums with a grunt, spurts of his seed hit your breasts and the bottom of your face, some landing on your tongue. The sight could be compared to any classic pieces of art in Bradley’s eyes. Before he can slump back onto you he’s struck with another idea, he reaches for your phone and swipes it open, clicking onto the camera.

Bradley sticks his thumb in between your lips and his dick twitches in interest as your lips wrap around him. He snaps the photo and his cum glistens slightly against your skin, reflecting in the light from the flash. He quickly shoots the photo to Jake and chucks your phone on the sofa behind him.

He removes his thumb from your mouth so you can speak,

“We should have done that sooner.” You giggle.

Bradley sighs, more content than he’s ever been as he watches you scoop his cum up from your chest with two fingers and slip it into your mouth with a wink. He groans throatily and quickly stands, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Put me down you brute!”

“Never.” Bradley chuckles.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The next night in the Hard Deck you’re sat on Bradley’s lap nursing a beer. No one seems too phased at your position, in fact you’re pretty sure you saw Bob discreetly slide Natasha a twenty.

When Jake saunters in with his unwavering swagger, you’re surprised at his composed demeanour. Until he walks past you and Bradley that is,

“Slut.” He coughs into his hand.

Your eyes widen almost comically and you stand ready to chew him out. But Bradley is way ahead of you and his hand hits Jake’s nose with a satisfying crunch.

“What the fuck!” Jake whines, bringing a hand up to wipe at the blood pouring from his nostrils.

Bradley squares his shoulders again, but you pull him away. He’s still seething even as the sea breeze hits him stood outside of the Hard Deck.

“I can’t fucking believe him.” Bradley spits.

You wrap your arms around his neck in a hug, an attempt to calm him. Bradley wraps his arms around your waist and you can feel his breathing calm as he nestles against the top of your head.

You pull back after a few moments, lifting his hand to inspect his knuckles,

“Thank you, Bradley.”

“I’d do anything for you Bunny.” He says truthfully.

You lift his knuckles to your lips and kiss each one, wary of the bruising.

Jake is watching from behind a window in the Hard Deck, bloodied tissue held up to his nose and a sinking feeling in his chest.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: i apologise for how shitty i made jake, i promise he’s still my babygirl 😭😭

this is obv not a continuation of jake x penny’sniece!reader !!!!

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