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aweina · 6 months

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౨ৎ. KIMSET LUST ( 17﹢) ; mike schmidt

tags fem reader. mike’s pov. established relationship. mentions of blood. male masturbation. cunnilingus. mike being put into silly sexual situations + 1.8k words.

unintentionally perverted mike who cannot seem to catch a break from weirdly calculated sexual situations, but ends up going along with it — was it god’s plan? he doesn’t know. all he knows is that it began to unravel when you recently moved into his humble home, though it all seems like some erotic coincidence.

mike hated laundry duties. he’s always done them himself, sluggishly tossing a mixture of dirty clothes while abby plays with the cheap detergent and the sweetening softener. half that time he’s at the verge of toppling over the washer because a good night’s sleep seemed to be his enemy. now with you around, he found himself peacefully lounging on the couch cushions beside you — admiring your delicate hands folding each garment with precision and neatness he couldn’t emulate.

night shifts were less stressful. mike would find his security vest freshly ironed and laid perfectly over his bed. his nightly meal was already packed in his work bag, containers of his favorite food tucked in a orderly stack. you would be at the front door, peppering kisses all over his face while saying your hushed goodbyes — giving him a natural energy booster. despite working gruesome hours and the paranormal nature of the abandoned children’s pizzeria making him rethink all his life choices, mike was thankful you’ve put so much effort into taking care of him.

the office was eerie, darkened and covered in disheveled merchandise. the white noise from the bulky monitors began to irritate him. he could never seem to stay awake, despite the wavering feeling of death — other pairs of eyes stalking his movements, although mike convinced himself it was just all in his head. but restlessness weighed heavier than the feeling of danger, so he decided to steal in a few hours of sleep. tucking his hand in his pocket, the cassette tape he brought felt weird, like thin fabric? mike tugs out the foreign object in curiosity and immediately sputters in embarrassment.

it was your underwear. wrinkled from being confide by his jean pocket — seemingly lost when it was tussled in the dryer. mike was no stranger to seeing you in underwear, but he’s never held them before. damn, it was cute. made with white lace and silk fabric, a pretty little bow hemmed on the waistband. his first instinct would be to put it aside and give it to you probably in the next five hours. but then there were lingering thoughts, not-so-innocent ones.

mike halfheartedly folds the intimate garment until he stares at it for more than a few seconds — so pretty, just like you. he’s imagining you wearing it, how it wraps around your plush waist, how it looks when you bend down. ever so slowly, mike brings it to his face. the silky material felt gentle on his skin, perfumed with floral detergent that you picked out. he pressed it harder on his face, desperately taking in any remnants of your natural scent — even when he knew that wouldn’t be the case. but mike still blindly smelt you, like how would when you’re spread apart in front of him — those quiet nights. his face was completely submerged in the fabric, every audible sniff made him feel a little shameful, but he couldn’t help himself. your heady scent kept him awake that shift.

it was morning, the night shift only hours past him. mike huffs a curse when he guiltily pinches at the hem of your underwear — tainted with his own seed. his face grows hot at his unusual pastime. did he really jerk off with your underwear? in the middle of his job? mike knew he was pathetic, but he didn’t know he could even stoop that low. what’s done is done, he thinks. nervously fiddling with the lock, the sudden sound of a whirling car engine made the keys in his sweaty grasp collapse to the ground. it was a cop car and that really only meant one person.

the tinted windows slid down, a peek of blonde hair made him stumble just a bit.

“hey mike, the shift okay?” vanessa asked with a small smile — blue eyes watching him carefully.

with your underwear still in his grasp, mike suspiciously tucks it in his pocket as he feigns a cough — hoping that could draw away attention from it. he shrugs with attempted composure, keeping his slightly sticky hands deep in his pockets.

“yeah, didn’t sleep this time.” mike was honest, but not too honest.

vanessa squints her eyes, the nervous tone in his voice setting off alarms. it didn’t help that she saw some weird object in his hand, how much more messy his curls were, a weirdly placed lace print marking his flushed face, or the white stains that blotched against his unzipped jeans. actually, she knows exactly what’s going on, but she’ll spare herself from having such an awkward exchange.

at least he hasn’t figured it out yet.

“that’s good, make it back home safe.” vanessa disregards the relieved exhale from mike, quietly amused at the fact that he really thought he was even subtle in his nightly activity.

“thanks, i will.” mike waves as he watches the car drive away, zipping up the fly of jeans with one hand.

that was two days ago. he’s never really told you what happened out of guilt. your soiled underwear was immediately washed twice and dried when he got back home, right before you could even greet him from the kitchen — wafting with the hungering scent of buttery pancakes and sizzling bacon. he even tried to fold it the same way you did to draw away your keen eyes.

it was funny enough that the next day, a blurry photo of your nude body was planted in the folds of his leather wallet. he was lucky to fish it out at a secluded gas station rather than a grocery store. mike stared at the photo for a while, completely enamored by your misted curves and the hazy, lustrous gaze at the camera. of course he saved the photo, tucking it back in his wallet as he patted down the hardened tent on his pants.

then his night shift came along. though, it was much worse. the time looping nightmare kept him shaken, pints of sweat falling from his brow bone. it felt like he was mindlessly holding his breath, choking himself in his own sleep. the jagged cut on his arm bled, stinging with every shallow movement — a deep slash that managed to cut through the thick fabric of his jacket. mike has no idea how he got it, but he didn’t care enough to figure it out, at least for now. it was bandaged rather poorly, done with a trembling hand and limited knowledge of medical attention. all his muddled brain could process right now was the directions back to his home and the desperate feeling to be splayed on his warm bed.

he was an hour late when he got back home, nearly collapsing into a permanent sleep once he sat on the driver’s seat. it was a miracle that he made it back home — with the road being a complete blur and the traffic lights floating behind his eyelids. abby was at school around this time and you were … where were you? despite his worry over your absence, mike promptly darted towards his room — hoping that he could soothe the sores penetrated deep into his muscles, to keep his mind away from the smell of rot that haunted him in his familiar dream.

flinging open the door, mike senselessly tosses his work bag towards the side — bumping into the legs of his littered nightstand with a loud bang. he falls face first on his bed, a comforting warmth instantly washing over his aching body. it felt so soft, much more different than sitting on a hard, freezing chair for hours on end.

“mike?” your soft voice ringed in his ears, you were here.

“hey baby, i’m sorry. i’m tired … really tired.” mike apologetically mumbles, knowing his absence must’ve been unusual — maybe the crash from his bag startled you so early in the morning.

“m – mike.” your voice was much more pitched, you probably didn’t hear him.

the second his mouth fell open, a soft whimper escaped your lips — the magazine you were once browsing through was thrown to the side as your grip on the sheets were tight. mike blinked in confusion, but then he suddenly smelled it. your dripping arousal, his nose buried so deep into the source. from the moment he laid on the bed, he must’ve accidentally fallen his face between your legs without even realizing. was he that tired? why does this keep on happening? the underwear situation only happened a couple of days ago, the nude photo, and now this? he couldn’t tell if he was lucky or not.

the energy that was initially sucked out of his body rushed back into his veins. your body always kept him awake, even in his most restless days. lifting his head slightly, he peeks at the sight of your adorable pout and your watery gaze that could draw him away from the endless nightmares. it was still so early, everything under the sky was filtered blue, the sun was nestled beneath the morning shadows, the biting cold fighting against the whirling heater. but then again, these opportunities kept on falling on his lap, fantasies that mike never realized he had. it all centered around you, like the universe neatly wrapped you in silky ribbons and made you appear in his grayish moments — all the sexual repression he put himself through this week was somehow rewarded.

maybe he could indulge in this gift, thanking whoever is scattering your intimate belongings in his presence and letting him nuzzle between your legs without even having to open his eyes.

with this new epiphany, mike mouthed over your clothed mound, lapping his tongue on the thin fabric with much enthusiasm. he remembered the texture fairly well, how the silk tingled his skin, the press of cotton threads forming floral designs on his cheeks — it was the same underwear he used to masturbate. but now he was blessed with the source of your slickness, not washed away from artificial scents. his jaw moved in fervor, licking and suckling at the dampening fabric. each desperate groan that fell from his lips vibrated into your core — a rush of heat creating goosebumps all over your skin. your moans sounded so pretty, like a sweet tune. the call of his name echoed the empty halls when he finally pushed aside the soiled fabric and latched his mouth eagerly onto your soaked pussy.

something new seemed to happen everyday, all these freakish manifestations of his perverted fantasies.

mike couldn’t wait for what’s next to come.

#.୨୧ ina writes #.purple mark #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut #fnaf movie x reader #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt

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earthtooz · 4 months

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bathing with dr. ratio blurb, gn!reader, nudity but still sfw, fluff, reader is mentioned to be sick, established relationship, 17+ readers only please

“Jeez- could you make the water any hotter?” you hiss whilst sinking into the bathtub, water rippling back and forth due to your entrance.

Dr. Ratio only chuckles at your comment, clearly amused and entertained by your comments. When you sink fully into the water, his expression morphs into something like content, a muted smugness that makes you huff.

Perhaps it's due to your stubbornness in objecting him the luxury of bathing together. You know of your lover's affinity for 'books and bathtubs', but never indulged in the latter with him. Today seems like his lucky day, however, because after two sentences of persuasion, you gave in and thus, find yourself here, coping with the outrageously hot water that he likes to submerge himself in.

“You’ll manage.” The purple-haired retorts as a muscular arm snakes around your waist. “Now, come closer.”

Water splashes over the ceramic edge and meets the floor with a resounding splash as you are gently pulled towards Dr. Ratio’s chest. Settling your hands on his shoulder to ground yourself, you give him a glare that he relishes in.

“What? Afraid of a little heat?” Teases the scholar who drapes himself over you, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. “I’m quite enjoying seeing you this flustered, who knew all it took was a bath for you to calm your hothead down?”

“You are far too obscene,” you murmur, finally relaxing against his chest and melting in his hold. He welcomes you readily too, not missing the way he hums happily when you lean into him.

“Whatever do you mean?” Ratio plays dumb because there are a multitude of things he is talented at and pushing your buttons is one of them. If there’s one thing remained constant with him was that he’s a total pain in your ass, even if he’s now your boyfriend rather than most loathed rival. “You’re the one with the cold, baths are good for congestion, I suggested this for your benefit.”

“Sure, Veritas. I'm sure it's only my benefit when the water doesn’t even come up to my chest.” His hands snake down from your torso to your thighs guiltily, as if caught red-handed.

“I won’t apologise.”

You roll your eyes, not that he can see it. Cupping the soapy water with your hands, you splash some onto your face hoping to relieve some of the blockage in your sinuses. At least the bath is doing what it’s supposed to, you can breathe through your nose again, but you’re also pretty sure that a shower would have the same result.

Either way, with the way your lover holds you against him, relishing in the skinship, a bath definitely provides some additional benefits that you won’t complain about.

#earthtooz: honkai star rail #dr ratio x reader #veritas ratio x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #ratio x reader #dr ratio fluff

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floridaboiler · 10 months

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Things You Probably Never Knew About The Great Lakes.....

1. Lake Superior is actually not a lake at all, but an inland sea .

2. All of the four other Great Lakes, plus three more the size of Lake Erie, would fit inside of Lake Superior.

3. Isle Royale is a massive island surrounded by Lake Superior. Within this island are several smaller lakes. Yes, that’s a lake on a lake.

4. Despite its massive size, Lake Superior is an extremely young formation by Earth’s standards (only 10,000 years old).

5. There is enough water in Lake Superior to submerge all of North and South America in 1 foot of water.

6. Lake Superior contains 3 quadrillion gallons of water (3,000,000,000,000,000). All five of the Great Lakes combined contain 6 quadrillion gallons.

7. Contained within Lake Superior is a whopping 10% of the world’s fresh surface water.

8. It’s estimated there are about 100 million lake trout in Lake Superior. That’s nearly one-fifth of the human population of North America!

9. There are small outlets through which water leaves Lake Superior. It takes two centuries for all the water in the lake to replace itself.

10. Lake Erie is the fourth-largest Great Lake in surface area, and the smallest in depth. It’s the 11th largest lake on the planet.

11. There is alleged to be a 30- to 40-foot-long “monster” in Lake Erie named Bessie. The earliest recorded sighting goes back as early as 1793.

12. Water in Lake Erie replaces itself in only 2.6 years, which is notable considering the water in Lake Superior takes two centuries.

13. The original publication of Dr. Seuss’s The Lorax contained the line, “I hear things are just as bad up in Lake Erie.”Fourteen years later, the Ohio Sea Grant Program wrote to Seuss to make the case that conditions had improved. He removed the line.

14. Not only is lake Erie the smallest Great Lake when it comes to volume, but it’s surrounded by the most industry.Seventeen metropolitan areas, each with populations of more than 50,000, border the Lake Erie basin.

15. During the War of 1812, the U.S. beat the British in a naval battle calledthe Battle of Lake Erie, forcing them to abandon Detroit.

16. The shoreline of all the Great Lakes combined equals nearly 44% of the circumference of the planet.

17. If not for the the Straits of Mackinac, Lake Michigan and Lake Huron might be considered one lake.Hydrologically speaking, they have the same mean water level and are considered one lake.

18. The Keystone State was one of the largest and most luxurious wooden steamships running during the Civil War.In 1861, it disappeared. In 2013, it was found 30 miles northeast of Harrisville under 175 feet of water.

19. Goderich Mine is the largest salt mine in the world. Part of it runs underneath Lake Huron, more than 500 meters underground.

20. Below Lake Huron, there are 9,000-year-old animal-herding structures used by prehistoric people from when the water levels were significantly lower.

21. There are massive sinkholes in Lake Huron that have high amounts of sulfur and low amounts of oxygen, almost replicating the conditions of Earth’s ancient oceans 3 million years ago. Unique ecosystems are contained within them.

22. Lake Huron is the second largest among the Great Lakes, and the fifth largest in the world.

23. In size, Lake Michigan ranks third among the Great Lakes, and sixth among all freshwater lakes in the world.

24. Lake Michigan is the only Great Lake that is entirely within the borders of the United States.

25. The largest fresh water sand dunes in the world line the shores of Lake Michigan.

26. Because water enters and exits Lake Michigan through the same path, it takes 77 years longer for the water to replace itself than in Huron, despite their similarity in size and depth. (Lake Michigan: 99 years, Lake Huron: 22 years)

27. When the temperature of Lake Michigan is below freezing, this happens.

28. Within Lake Michigan there is a “triangle” with a similar reputation to the Bermuda Triangle, where a large amount of “strange disappearances” have occurred. There have also been alleged UFO sightings.

29. Singapore, Mich., is a ghost town on the shores of Lake Michigan that was buried under sand in 1871. Because of severe weather conditions and a lack of resources due to the need to rebuild after the great Chicago fire, the town was lost completely.

30. In the mid-19th century, Lake Michigan had a pirate problem. Their booty: timber. In fact, the demise of Singapore is due in large part to the rapidly deforested area surrounding the town.

31. Jim Dreyer swam across Lake Michigan in 1998 (65 miles), and then in 2003, he swam the length of Lake Michigan (422 miles).

32. Lake Michigan was the location of the first recorded “Big Great Lakes disaster,” in which a steamer carrying 600 people collided with a schooner delivering timber to Chicago. Four hundred and fifty people died.

33. Lake Ontario is the smallest of the Great Lakes in surface area, and second smallest in depth. It’s the 14th largest lake on the planet.

34. The province Ontario was named after the lake, and not vice versa.

35. In 1804, a Canadian warship, His Majesty’s Ship Speedy, sank in Lake Ontario. In 1990, wreck hunter Ed Burtt managed to find it. Only, he isn’t allowed to recover any artifacts until a government-approved site to exhibit them is found. He’s still waiting.

36. Babe Ruth hit his first major league home run at Hanlan’s Point Stadium in Toronto. It landed in Lake Ontario and is believed to still be there.

37. A lake on Saturn’s moon Titan is named after Lake Ontario.

#Great Lakes #Facts #Did You Know #Lake Huron #Lake Ontario #Lake Michigan #Lake Erie #Lake Superior

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aphroditestempleimagines · 10 months

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Found meaning in you (17+)

Pairing: portmafia!Dazai Osamu x fem!mafia!reader

Colour: Angst

Warnings: Kissing, biting, nipple playing, small scare, handjob, mentions of suicide, slight chocking

Words: 1,050

Summary: Your secret meetings are something you look forward to, and yet it's getting harder and harder to meet the port mafia executive. But you only just realise how much they mean to him.

"Well you're home late", you smiled at him as you saw him enter the bathroom. You made a show of stretching your naked legs out of the bathtub you had filled to the top with foam and fragrant essences.

Dazai's tired expression evaporated from his face. He let hi long black coat slip from his shoulders and with an elegant move of his hand he swept his fringe up and away from his forehead. His usual cocky smile replaced his exhausted frown as he waltzed towards the tub.

"Impressive", he placed his hands at the marble edge and leaned closer, "Not even I found any signs of you breaking in"

"You could say I'm a professional by now", your hands played with his slick black tie, "Mr Executive"

"My word....I would very much like to argue that. Hold this for me", he said and with that he relased his tie and dropped his phone at the palm of your hand. Before you could think of anything else, he was placing his weight on his hands and jumping inside the tub to topple you. You had not heard him take his shoes off, and yet there they lay on the bathroom floor, bathing in the water that spilled out from Dazai's weight. His fine black suit was completely soaked, his tie pin covered in foam, as he pressed his clothed body onto yours until you hit the end of the tub. "Don't drop it", with his eyes still piercing yours, his hand secured his phone on your hand, "I have important information saved in there". He leaned closer to your ear before he said deeply, "I deeply fear what I could do to you if you lost it".

You let your body relax, head leaning at the marble edge. "Oh?", you smiled as you lifted your knee to rub lightly between Dazai's legs. "Anything in particular?", you dangled the phone over the water.

"Hey", he encased the hand which threatened him in his and pushed it away from the water. His other hand journeyed over your body from the thighs to your neck. His fingers tapped on your nape as if they were pressing the keys of a piano, his thumb brushed softly on the skin of your neck. Water dripped from the tub as his body moved closer. He leaned in, his plumb lips caressing yours before his teeth emerged for a playful nip. "Let's say I'm far more rewarding with those who please me", he said against your skin.

"Is that so?", your free hand snaked under the waist of his trousers. Dazai failed to suppress his grunt as you palmed his length; it exploded against your mouth before his hand closed harsher around your throat, and his lips captured yours.

"Yes that is so", he said, his hand moving up to steady your head.

"I'm not your subordinate you know"

"That is exactly what pisses me off", he suddenly grabbed his phone away from your hand and threw it on his fallen coat. His arms wrapped around your waist as his body fell backwards until it was completely submerged. He pulled you under the water with him, his hand holding your nape down. He must had realised you did not have time to react and take a proper breath as his playful smile turned worried at the brief sight of panic in your eyes. He pushed you both back to the surface, his hands reaching to cup your cheeks. "I'm sorry", he kissed the bridge of your nose, "Are you alright?"

"Bastard", you smiled burying your face in his wet blazer.

"I was just fooling around Belladonna"

"I don't know if I believe that"

His smile faded away. His expression grew stern in a glimpse of an eye. Your legs still straddling his waist, his arms pulled you closer. His bandaged palm scrapped your cheek as he lifted your head to face him. "I would never lie about something like that, Belladonna", his eyes were fixed on yours. There was determination behind them, unlike anything you had seen from him. "Listen to me closely", he guided your hand over his heart, "This is yours now, tattered and broken as it is. It might long for death but it longs for you more"

He sealed his words with a deep kiss that took your breath away. His hands traced your body as he climbed lower to place loving nips on your neck and shoulder.

"What are you saying?", your fingers combed back his wet brown hair.

His lips stopped. He let his head rest on your shoulder. He felt so fragile as he clung to your body until his hand reached for your breast. Much like one focuses on twirling a pen in their hands during a meeting, he focused on making you feel good, drinking on your sighs as he stalled returning an answer. His thumb brushed over your nipple from time to time, circling around the small rosebud for the rest. He turned his head a little, just enough to place a small kiss on your collarbone. "I am not leaving your side, and you are not leaving mine"

You thought you misheard him at first. But then he lifted his body and nodded to you, to let you know he meant it. He sighed and leaned on the back of the tub, pulling you towards him. His right hand traced your thigh up and down, his left plucked a few wet strands of hair away from your cheeks and tucked them behind your ear. He leaned in to place a single kiss on your cheek but never drew back.

"I see no value in my life", his voice was but a whisper, "but yours is worth more than any fortune I can think of"

You held him in your arms so he would not let go. You clung to his drenched suit like he clung to you for a reason to live. "You're my everything", you told him and felt his shocked breath sing by your ear. "I love you with all that I am. And you know", you cupped his cheek as you gazed upon his beautiful face, "I am much too vain to love anything other than what I find to be priceless"

#osamu dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai smut #dazai angst #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd angst

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eggobuggo · 28 days

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A piece for all of March.

All days and what parts of the picture they are under the cut.

White numbers will indicate each day. If it is hard to find a day list is below.

1. Rivulet is within Moon’s chest around her rarefaction cell.

2. Moon’s body is also submerged.

3. Chimney canopy is to the left of Pebbles.

4. Within the tower to the right of Moon, Saint wields a fire spear.

5. On Pebbles’ lower leg Gourmand holds a fire egg.

6. In the left corner Monk sits with a lizard.

7. Gourmand is crafting on Pebbles’ leg.

8. Saint is within the tower right of Moon.

9. The red pipe down in the left corner.

10. Worm grass Down by the first tram cart on the bottom layer.

11. A scavenger holds a lantern under Pebbles’ lifted leg.

12. There are many glow weed bulbs littered around Moon’s body.

13. Pebbles is slightly left from the middle of the work. His entire body is counted.

14. A leviathan is swimming slightly to the left of Moon.

15. There is a small collection of spiders on Pebbles’ right arm.

16. The symbol for the monk is painted to the far left of the piece. Monk is not far from it.

17. Utop Pebbles’ right antenna Artificer faces off with scavenger chieftain with bombs.

18. Below Moon in a pipe a monster kelp fights spears.

19. In chimney canopy and the line closet to Pebbles, Hunter is befriending squidcadas with the saint symbol behind them.

20. Down below Pebbles just before the tram way two scavengers walk. One holds a beehive.

21. Chieftain scavenger fights artificer with only spears. Survivor on Moon’s knee also wields a spear.

22. Hanging from Pebbles’ lifted knee, lantern mice scamper and stare.

23. There is a pearl in the shoreline tower, right at the top. Survivor also holds a pearl.

24. A grand long legs climbs out of the garbage wastes tucked close to the right of Pebbles.

25. There is a 3rd karma symbol with the pair of scavengers, their communication can also be seen as the 3rd karma.

26. in the Pipes beneath Moon. Spearmaster is creating spears as they fight the monster kelp.

27. Up in chimney canopy under the king vulture, Nightcat or the watcher is backflipping to stab a blue lizard.

28. The entire image is technically an anniversary picture.

29. Nightcat or the Watcher is up in chimney canopy fighting a blue lizard.

30. There are three overseers spread out in the picture one observing monk, this is Moon’s overseer. One observing Hunter in chimney canopy, this is NSH’s overseer. One is on the shoreline tower looking towards Moon, this is Pebbles’ overseer.

31. On Pebbles’ waist to the right, rot surrounds a chamber indicating unfortunate development.

#rain world #rain world art month #rw five pebbles #rw looks to the moon #rw artificer #rw spearmaster #rw gourmand #rw nightcat #rw watcher #rw survivor #rw monk #rw hunter #rw saint #rw scavenger #rw chieftain scavenger #my art

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shanastoryteller · 9 months

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Happy Pride! Draco the Muggle Expert please! That is such a fun one🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43

"So you really do this every summer?" Ron asks. "Just hang out with a bunch of muggles?"

"We're not supposed to use magic over the holidays anyway," Draco shrugs. "What difference does it really make?"

"Uh," Ron says awkwardly, "you do your own dishes, for one."

Draco blinks and looks down, where his hands are submerged in the soapy water as he cleans up the pots, pans, and plates they'd used for dinner. Hermione had cooked, so it only seemed fair. "Don't you do your own dishes too? That's not a magic thing, that's a servant thing, and Gram doesn't have those. Well, she does have someone come in to do a deep clean once a month because she's morally opposed to dusting, but that's different."

"That's different," he repeats.

Draco rolls his eyes. "My grandmother is an honest women who earned all her wealth herself. My father's wealth is inherited and Malfoys have been accused of being a lot of things, but honest isn't one of them. My grandmother lives differently. Even if she wasn't a muggle, she and my grandfather didn't see eye to eye on a lot of things."

"But they still had your father," he points out.

"Well," he says tartly, "that really only requires them to see eye to eye on one thing, doesn't it?"

Ron's skepticism transforms to horror, which is really what he deserves.

He and Harry are both scandalized so easily. Hermione at least makes dirty jokes like champ.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #harry potter

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sarahscribbles · 1 year

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A request for your Big Follower Celebration, as long as I haven’t missed the deadline!

What about some dom!Loki with the prompts:

17. “Hands behind your back” and

20. “Breathe through your nose”

Only if it inspires, of course! 😘

Love you so much, Saz! And congrats on this milestone, you deserve allllll the love! 💕🍾

Anything for you, my sweet angel of a friend!! I love you so much!

𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟗𝐤

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The heavy tread of his boots echoed loudly against the sleepy stillness that had settled over your floor like a blanket. Each large step along the hallway to your bedroom was filled with more purpose than the last, making your heart thunder in your chest. He approached swiftly - each step quick and nimble - enough to tell you that the mission had been a success.

And he was coming to claim his prize.

You were still awake, wrapped loosely within cool cotton sheets and waiting for the first telltale sign of his arrival home - as you had been since the staticky message from Rogers confirming that they were only a few hours out from the compound. Sleep had evaded you, refusing to submerge you in its sweet oblivion until you were sure that Loki was safely back within the compound walls.

Ridiculous, though, to think that sleep had ever been on the agenda for tonight.

With every step he took excitement pooled like lava between your thighs, the anticipation of what awaited you when he opened that door having you all but wriggling beneath the sheets. You could picture perfectly his approach along the empty hallway - cape billowing behind him on a phantom wind, dried morsels of blood and dirt marring his handsome face, eyes bright and blazing with the need to stake his claim on you.

Likely more than once.

You swung free from the loose tangle of sheets, bare feet lightly hitting the floor at the exact moment the bedroom door eased open. Loki stepped almost soundlessly into the room, the soft rustle of his clothing being the only thing breaking the quiet. His expression was neutral, unphased, but his eyes betrayed him; a predatory glint shone in the depths of emerald green, exposing the storm that swirled fiercely within him. You noticed quickly that his leather was torn and shredded, his cape burned and tinged with ash, and his face a broken map of bruises, dirt, and partially healed cuts.

He looked feral.

The final distance between you both was closed in a heartbeat as you gathered him in your arms, breathing in the scent of him like it was your favourite perfume. The familiar notes of leather and patchouli mingled with the acrid scent of smoke and death, but it was Loki - your best friend and your entire heart.

His embrace was crushing, filled with the quiet longing of ten days apart, and you could feel his steady heartbeat thundering against yours. You shifted a fraction in his arms, enough that you could feel his lips press softly against your temple in the barest hint of a kiss.

“My sweet girl,” he said softly on a single exhale, an unmistakable note of relief in his smooth voice. His hand twisted easily into your hair, tucking you beneath his chin as he nuzzled into you, as though you were the single source of strength keeping him on his feet.

You basked in the warm glow of his love, letting it seep in and fill every inch of you after so long without him, but even the innocence of your reunion had your body ache for him. Your legs longed to be wrapped around his waist, your fingers longed to explore every inch of his perfectly toned body, and your lips longed to tingle with the taste of his. After ten days without so much as a touch, your entire being cried out for him. With arousal pooling like liquid sin between your thighs, you rolled your hips experimentally against his, feeling him already half hard and delighting in the growl of approval that floated from his lips.

“Already, darling?” Loki teased, letting his hand slide down your back. The tips of fingers traced suggestively along your spine, making you shiver with anticipation beneath his touch.

His practiced fingers could play your body like an instrument and a single, teasing touch was enough to guarantee your willing submission. You would bend however he wished you to.

You pulled back from the comfort of his chest to tilt your head back, feeling your heart jolt wildly at the wicked glint shimmering in his eyes. A sure promise of mischief and debauchery that made your core thrum with need for him.

“I missed you,” you replied simply, sliding your hands from his waist to squeeze his ass.

You heard his sharp intake of breath at the same moment the devilish smirk curled across his face. Loki grasped your chin between two sinfully long fingers, holding you still while he kissed you so fiercely you feared your knees would buckle beneath you. It lasted for little over five seconds, but when his mouth left yours his eyes were blown wide with lust.

He didn’t release your chin, but gently jerked your head back. The small action was enough to have something stir to life in the depths of your stomach.

“On your knees, mouth open,” he ordered quietly, letting his thumb trace over your lower lip.

You inhaled a broken, stuttering breath, swallowing thickly and feeling your blood pulse with desire to please this man. You wanted your name spilling from his lips while you drowned him in pleasure, you wanted to feel every jerk and jump of his taut muscles as he came undone beneath your touch. His pleasure was all you wanted, all you ever wanted, and so you folded easily to your knees in front of him, never breaking his gaze while you obediently parted your lips.

Loki’s hand rested on your cheek as you settled on the ground, his cool touch a balm to the blazing heat that burned beneath your cheeks. His thumb caressed your skin so lovingly that you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, all the while arousal burned like wildfire in the depths of his eyes.

“Good girl,” he praised you, his smooth voice wrapping around you like crushed velvet. His fingers drifted from your cheek down the column of your neck, making your heart beat wildly in your chest until they stalled at the collar of your shirt. “Off,” he ordered simply, tugging briefly at the soft material.

You obeyed without hesitation, beyond eager to be used for his pleasure. When you were kneeling before him in only your sleep shorts, he ran his eyes slowly over you, hungrily drinking in every inch of your bare skin as though seeing you unclothed for the first time.

“Exquisite,” he murmured softly, curling a finger beneath your chin. “You are not permitted to speak, do you understand?”

You nodded your understanding at the same moment a fresh surge of arousal blazed beneath your skin, reading and willing to submit to whatever he wished to do to you. He ghosted his thumb slowly along your cheek until it slipped into your open mouth, and you eagerly locked your lips around it, holding his gaze while swirling your tongue around the cool skin.

Loki’s eyes darkened and his lips parted only a fraction as he watched you, the only small sign of the effect you were having on him. “Always so eager for me, aren’t you, darling?” he taunted, using his free hand to begin unbuttoning his leathers.

With his thumb still between your lips, you nodded quickly, desperate for the heavy feel of his cock on your tongue. He pulled his thumb from your mouth, silently smearing the excess saliva around your lips and fully freeing himself from the confines of his silk boxers. He was hard and throbbing and you wriggled with impatience to have him in your mouth.

He stroked himself slowly right in front of your face - long, measured rolls of his wrist that made arousal bubble and simmer within you like an oncoming storm. Impatiently, you watched every pull of his velvet skin and every pearl of his own arousal that gathered at the end of his cock.

He was flawless.

And he was yours.

“Fuck, darling,” Loki hissed out while positioning himself at your open mouth. “Do you know how badly I’ve craved you? Your hot little mouth and perfect cunt? The mere thought of you has driven me to distraction,” he rasped out, teasingly tracing the angry tip of his cock along your lower lip.

You resisted the almost overpowering urge to flick your tongue against it, to taste the pearly beads of arousal that were beginning to drip steadily from him. Above you, Loki laughed quietly, all while slowly pressing his cock into your waiting mouth.

“Go on, then. Impress me,” he taunted, feeding you his cock inch by inch.

Eagerly, you locked your lips around him, sitting up on your knees to grip the backs of his muscular thighs for purchase while you swirled your tongue greedily around him. He was hard and heavy between your lips, every ridge and vein dragging deliciously against your skin. You took him as far into your mouth as you could, licking down the entire beautiful length of him and using your grip on his thighs to help bob along it.

Until a brief flash of green light sent your hands flying off them.

“Hands behind your back,” Loki ordered huskily, twisting his own hand roughly into your hair.

You obeyed easily, eager to both bring him to his release and get your reward for obeying him like a good girl; he rewarded you handsomely when you were good for him. With your hands now folded behind you, you had to work harder to take him, but Loki was ever generous and assisted by pushing your head further and further along his cock. Again and again, the tip of him would hit the back of your throat until you gagged loudly around him and, each time you did, you felt him twitch against your tongue.

It only made your own arousal burn like a summer sun between your thighs.

Loki’s hand remained twisted like a vice in your hair, refusing to grant you even the slightest bit of relief while he guided you none too gently along his cock. He was desperate for his release, so desperate that he was content to merely use you for his pleasure without any thought to your own.

“Fuck…fuck, darling!” he grunted. “How often I thought of this…of how well you take me.”

Pride bloomed like a new spring rose deep within your stomach, each unfurling petal warming you right down to the tips of your fingers. He had thought of you on those nights alone, had pictured you behind closed eyes while he pleasured himself. The mental image of him - head thrown back, black curls spilling over his shoulders while he stroked himself to the thought of you - filled you with a renewed desire to please him and see him come undone because of you.

You wanted him to feel the ecstasy he had only been able to imagine.

When his hand twitched in your hair - further solidifying his hold on you - you made to hollow your cheeks to propel him towards a shattering release and feel him spill down your throat. How badly you longed to taste your god. You relaxed your throat as best you could, ready and waiting for him to explode, but Loki only pushed you down his cock as far as you could take him, holding you in place barely an inch away from the trimmed smattering of coarse hair.

You balked as the tip hit the back of your throat, instantly attempting to pull back for a gasp of air, but Loki’s hand held you firm, like a lead weight pressed against the back of your head.

You would remain where you were until he decided otherwise.

His cool fingers curled around your skull for added leverage, pushing the head of his cock further down your throat until you audibly gagged around him. It was the furthest you had ever taken him and you yearned to make him proud.

“Breathe through your nose,” he ordered while giving a single thrust into the wet heat of your mouth. The deep, guttural moan it elicited from him was sinful and made every inch of you tingle with desire.

No sound compared to that of your god moaning because of you.

With every single slow thrust into your mouth, you fought the urge to gag, putting all your effort into breathing through your nose as Loki had ordered. His free hand was quickly resting against your cheek, his thumb slowly stroking over your skin to keep you grounded, each soft caress whispering “I am here and I love you.”

Hot tears began to prick in the corners of your eyes as he held you there, but you didn’t move an inch. You could feel him twitch against your tongue with unspent release and the deep moans that floated from him like an unbroken melody stirred in your core. You were making him feel this good simply by holding his cock in your mouth. It made you almost dizzy with pride.

“That…that little mouth of yours…is Valhalla, darling.” His voice was raspy with his need for release, every syllable sounding more desperate than the last, every few words punctuated with his quiet grunts of pleasure. “You are Valhalla.”

Satisfaction seared intently beneath your skin and set your blood alight. Loki was never shy with his praise - ensuring to shower you in it even when being punished - but his sweet words never failed to make you feel light as air. His Asgardian lovers had likely been lightyears more experienced in how to pleasure him, but yet he called you his Valhalla.

You, a mortal, were his continued undoing.

The hand in your hair curled into a fist, pulling you back with the barest twinge of pain until only the weeping tip of his cock rested on your tongue. He was hot and heavy and you could taste the arousal that dripped teasingly onto your tongue with each second that passed. The temptation was too great, so, brazenly, you swirled your tongue around him, savouring every ridge and dip and bead of his excitement.

Above you, you heard the sharp hiss of pleasure that escaped Loki’s lips and felt his hips snap forward almost of their own accord to push his cock back into your mouth. You accepted it greedily, bracing for the forceful slide to the back of your throat that would cut off your air again- a discomfort you would happily endure if it meant pleasing him.

It was a discomfort that never came.

Instead, he framed your face with two large, filthy hands, effectively immobilising you while he began to thrust into your waiting mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned, the single word leaving him on a broken, shuddering breath. “You’ll…ugh…you’ll be the end of me, darling.”

His hands locked around your skull like a vice, leaving you powerless to do anything but accept the near frantic pace he set as he fucked your mouth. Vainly, you attempted to bob your head along his cock, and resisted the urge to plant your hands on his firm ass to coax him further down your throat. Even with every beautiful inch of him filling your mouth you craved more.

You could never get enough of him.

His steady breathing quickly faltered to a stream of short, sharp pants as he dangled at the end of completion. You could see the mass of muscles in his thighs strain beneath his tight leather trousers, and could feel his merciless grip on your head as his release threatened to consume him.

“Fuck…fuck…darling, I’m…I’m…so close,” he panted through gritted teeth.

An upward flick of your eyes had something deep in your core twist with desire. His head was thrown back on his shoulders, black curls streaming down his back, teeth bared and nostrils flared as he chased his bliss.

It was a sight you could get drunk on.

His thrusts into your mouth grew increasingly erratic as he neared the edge and his sharp little cries of pleasure were almost your undoing.

“Darling…please…please,” he begged desperately, his impending release almost robbing him of his ability to speak.

You knew what he was asking - begging - for, and wasted no time in flattening your tongue firmly along the throbbing length of him in exactly the way he loved.

It was all he needed to go soaring off the edge.

His fingers twisted viciously into your hair for purchase as his orgasm consumed him - a climax so powerful you saw his knees half buckle beneath him. Your name was a shout to the heavens, to Valhalla, and mixed with a stream of curses so filthy you swore they could have made Tony blush. Your tongue was coated quickly in his release - hot ropes of his cum spilling down your throat and between your lips, all while his deep cries of pleasure continued to ring around the room.

You found you didn’t much care if he had cast a silencing charm, your pride half wanting the others to hear how you were making this god come undone in your mouth, how you were making him moan out your name at the height of his orgasm.

You continued to hold him until he was spent, until his hips came to a gradual stop and he eased himself carefully out of your mouth.

He was still hard.

One hand remained lightly cupping your cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing over your lips to rid you of what remained of him. “Magnificent, my love,” he rasped, bending easily to hoist you over his shoulder.

There was barely a moment for you to protest. In four large steps he had crossed to the bed, tossing you easily into the mess of sheets and pinning you there with a hungry glint shining in his eyes. “But I do hope you aren’t tired. I haven’t even started with you yet.”

Pals of Saz taglist: @cheekyscamp @coldnique @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr @fictive-sl0th @cake-writes @the-lady-amphitrite @simplyholl @lokisgoodgirl @give-me-a-moose @springdandelixn @maple-seed @loopsisloops @kinky-faerie @wintermischief @lokiprompts @mischief2sarawr @icytrickster17 @mischief-dream

#loki #loki smut #loki x reader #loki imagine

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skrbol · 2 months

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Semi-Aquatic Percy Jackson Headcanons

(A lot of these will be random Atlantean culture ideas I made up)

Markings

If you were to ever see Percy shirtless you would see what he wants you to see, the mist is a powerful tool, especially for covering obvious marks. But if you are one of the few to see him without you would see identical columns of burn marks going from his collar bones down to his waist, each small and precise. In Atlantis warriors mark themselves with each battle won, each powerful enemy slain. Percy choose to brand himself with his victories, so that every time he looks at them and remembers the victory he remembers the pain and suffering wrought with it. Percy is a war veteran, and he’ll be damned if he ever lets himself or others romanticize the killing of war and the death of his companions.

Hair

Atlanteans put either a braid or loc in their hair for each year they are alive. The royal family never has, for in their immortality they would run out of space. Percy has never viewed himself as a prince, and he sure as hell isn’t immortal. He had 16 of them when he decided Olympus's fate, and 17 when he walked through the depths of Tartarus. And ever since he got them he’s had his camp beads decorated on them.

Strength

After his third quest Percy became obsessed with getting stronger to mitigate future deaths. It got to the point where he let himself submerge to the bottom of the sea, to the deepest trench, and let himself slowly get crushed by the pressure of the ocean. Pushed into the mud until he grew the strength to stand up, and then he’d let more weight fall onto him. Eventually he was able to stand with the weight of the entire ocean on him. It took him a week of ripping doors off hinges and breaking something with a touch before he got control over his new found strength.

Monster (Inspired by Witch_of_History’s Series)

Poseidon was renown as the Father of Monsters. All his children have the potential to live up to that title, his godly spawn where born with it, sharp teeth, razor claws, and tough scales. It came with being his immortal child, you were born touched by all his domains. But demigod children only gain access to their parents domains as they age or as they need them, and his half mortal children had never been monstrous. But as with all things mythological Percy pushed the envelope. His time in the deepest depths of the sea caused his body to adapt to his environment, the royal family was mostly homogenous with their monstrous traits. Percy was always an outlier to them though, when he finally ascended from the depths he had adapted beyond human. Increased senses of smell, sight, hearing. Able to sense nearby creatures bio-electric signals, capable of echo-location, can see infrared, magneto-reception. His monstrous form is a blue scaled, razor clawed,bi-pedal apex predator of the deep. A scaled merrow-esque person with an extra rows of shark teeth behind their human teeth. Annabeth and Grover have never been more enamored with a demigods powers before, and the Hunters have never had a better hunting companion. Much to Artemis’ chagrin and Thalia’s delight.

Favors

Strong warrior or kings in Atlantis keep rings of their enemies and allies. On one hand will be rings made from the bones or weapons of enemies defeated, on the other are gifts or symbols fealty of debt’s owed to the wearer. Percy has no lack of rings. Titans, Giants, and ancient monsters leave many spoils for souvenirs. It’s his other hand that draws interest however, he liberated Thanatos, spared Hades after defeating him, assisted Persephone in retrieving her illegally made sword. None of these things came free, other demigods typically are sent off with recognition and little else. But Percy is a hardened veteran of undersea battles, defeating creatures older than Olympus and fighting against Oceanus prior to the Battle of Manhattan. They had no choice but to give him tribute for his actions. Hades and Persephone groaned about it, Thanatos gladly gave it up, and yet having a box filled with rings of allyship, fealty, and loyalty he’s never used them. But what people always forget is that Percy and Annabeth are a pair, whatever one has the other does as well. Best believe it, Annabeth has many plans that could use some godly touch.

#headcanon #percabeth #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #annabeth chase #poseidon #pjo triton #grover underwood #grover pjo #percy and grover #Atlantean Percy Jackson #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #pjo thalia #thalia grace #hunters of artemis #artemis

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is-the-owl-video-cute · 1 month

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https://www.tumblr.com/laughingsquid/745387402758094848/a-generous-man-happily-feeds-a-group-of-17-hungry

BEGGING for roundworm and mauling

Not so gentle reminder that the only reason this parasite is rare in humans is simply that humans and raccoons do not come into contact with one another often. The eggs can’t even be destroyed by bleach, only extreme temperatures such as being submerged in boiling water or quite literally engulfed in flames will result in the destruction of them.

Let me be very blunt and transparent in saying that >70% of raccoons are infected with this parasite and shed hundreds of thousands of eggs daily. Groups of raccoons also tend to share a latrine where they all defecate consistently, so the entire group is getting their feet contaminated with feces containing the parasite eggs. Having wild raccoons crawling all over you is a great way to get some of those eggs on your clothes and skin. If that contaminated clothing or skin comes in contact with the mouth, congrats on getting infected.

And best of luck, enjoy the brain and nerve damage.

The raccoon’s teeth are far from their most dangerous weapon.

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photon-crest-art · 1 year

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Tanombri, the Stars Stealer

So uh, yeah. Tanombri is my favorite Keno character even though we barely know shit about him right now. I don’t know; I just like a stinky raccoon man who just wants to hoard shiny things. Gotta respect that when the rest of his species is hellbent on killing everything in the universe.

I have been working on this since October, but it feels like this took an eternity to finish. Even with the breaks I took, after a point I was very tired of working on this and just wanted it to be done. Rest assured, I tried my best to not rush the piece.

Shoutouts to Blanket on the Keno server for helping me out with the background a bit by the way(I don’t know if they have a Tumblr sadly). I wasn’t sure what to do for the background, and they suggested I’d make some shadowy shapes on a crimson backdrop, which I ended up going with.

One last thing: I hate begging for reblogs like this, I would really appreciate reblogs if you like this drawing. I worked super hard on this and it’d make me really upset to see this only get 2 or 3 notes.

#Kenopsia #Stars Below #Tanombri #Submerged 17 #Vani #vanishing world #2023 art

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phantomarine · 9 months

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One day out of pure curiosity I googled "world's first diving suit" and was greeted with this.

And I was never the same.

"John Lethbridge (1675–1759) invented the first underwater diving machine in 1715. He lived in the county of Devon in South West England and reportedly had 17 children. He is the subject of the Fisherman's Friends song "John in the Barrel".

John Lethbridge was a wool merchant based in Newton Abbot who invented a diving machine in 1715 that was used to salvage valuables from wrecks. This machine was an airtight oak barrel that allowed “the diver” to submerge long enough to retrieve underwater material."

#history #diving #john lethbridge #put me in the bucket #I deserve the bucket #ocean #seafaring

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rorywritesjunk · 4 months

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Let's be one another's present tense

Buggy ‘rescues’ you from an abusive situation, and after a less than stellar introduction, he has you audition for his crew to keep you safe. You want safety, security, and joining a circus seems like the best idea.

Rating: R-ish for now. Warning: Swearing, soft Buggy, sort of terrible communication but in a soft way, both of them are just a bit dumb. Kissing. A/N: This story is opposite of my Kid Buggy series and I love that for myself.

Title comes from “Crater Lake” by Lady Lamb.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 (NC-17) + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @neuvilleteismybby @fluffybunnyu @sinning-23 @the-angriest-angel @ane5e

Chapter 6

The makeup didn’t work underwater.

Once you were submerged it didn’t take long before it started running down your face and getting into the water. You immediately resurfaced, coughing and wiping at your face as it burned your eyes. Buggy’s hand was there in a moment with a towel, helping dry your face as he watched from below.

“So, no on the makeup right now?” He asked. You took the towel from him and wiped your face before throwing it back at him.

“Fuck no!” You shot back. “It burns my damn eyes, you asshole!”

“Oh it can’t be that bad!”

You glared at him as you climbed out of the tank. Cabaji greeted you with a hot cup of tea while Buggy handed you a dry towel. It was that bad. Your eyes hurt because the makeup clearly wasn’t waterproof. At least Buggy had the sense to help you back to the room as you squinted through the discomfort, occasionally holding your tea with one hand while rubbing at your eyes with the other.

“Stop, you’ll make it worse.” He sighed as he had you sit down at the vanity in his room. You kept your eyes shut, resisting the urge to keep rubbing them. Buggy grabbed a clean washcloth and took hold of your head as he wiped at the makeup running down your face. You inhaled sharply at the touch, not realizing he was that close to you. It was just a little… something having your eyes closed while he touched you, but you couldn’t put your finger on what that feeling was.

He took his time cleaning your face of the ruined makeup, eventually getting a cream to help with the last of it. Buggy didn’t say anything as he worked, being mindful of how he put his hands on your face, how gentle he was. He didn’t want to startle you, knowing you were already a little on edge from how the makeup caused you discomfort. He wasn’t going to give up just yet. He would find something that would work.

“All done.”

You opened your eyes, letting them readjust to the light as you looked up at your captain. He actually wasn’t done, wiping the washcloth over your lips to get the last remnants of the yellow lipstick he had applied. You almost wanted to mention how he should hold off in case he kissed you again, marking you with the red color from his own lips, but you kept quiet, instead leaning into his touch as you had done before.

“You good?” He asked as he moved the washcloth away from your mouth, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip to make sure the last of the color is gone. You wanted to nod but he still had a gentle hold on you, and before you could stop you were pressing your lips to his thumb again, like you had done before, and you saw the way his eyes widened slightly, heard the hitch in his breath as he pressed his thumb down against your lip gently. You repeated the action once again before he pulled his hand away.

“We’ll try again in a few weeks.” He said quietly as he looked away from you. “I want your eyes to feel better.”

And a few weeks passed pretty quickly.

Buggy had put the cot away during that time, citing that the unpredictable weather meant a storm could happen at any point, so you had permission to sleep in his bed. And he wasn’t wrong, a few more storms came, but nothing that would have caused you too much discomfort. You didn’t mind sleeping in an actual bed, it was way more comfortable than the cot. You just tried to make sure not to invade his space too much, which was hard because he always managed to invade yours. You fell asleep with him on one side of the bed only to wake up with his arms around you and his hair in your face. It wasn’t a bad way to wake up.

After dinner one night, Cabaji came to your shared bedroom and left a bag with Buggy. You were cautious when the pirate's eyes lit as he took the bag from him. He shut the door and looked at you with a grin.

“Waterproof makeup delivery.” He chuckled as he dumped the contents on the bed, pawing through it to see what the other pirate picked out. “Oh, bright colors, perfect.”

“Y’know, if we cleaned the tank you could see me.” You pointed out as Buggy gestured for you to sit down. You did so without hesitation, knowing there was no point in fighting him on this. He was insistent on doing your makeup, to find the right look for you when you performed. “You wouldn’t have to do all this. I hate wasting your time.”

He looked up from pawing around the pile of makeup, frowning at you. “It’s not a waste of my time.”

Oh. You were a little taken aback. Did he actually enjoy this? Granted, besides sleeping, it was the only time you two were alone without risk of the crew interrupting you and you… liked it when it was just the two of you. He was a different person when he wasn’t shouting at everyone to be perfect. You liked having Buggy to yourself, and if you had to sit through multiple makeover sessions, then so be it.

He was touching your face before you even realized it, eyeliner pencil in his hand that claimed to be water and smudge proof. You closed your eyes when he told you to, sighing softly as he held your face still. At this point you knew what to do but you liked feeling his hands on you, the gentle touches that kept you still while he added some flair to your face. And sometimes you acted just a bit obnoxious, pulling away slightly so he could tighten his hold on you to keep you from moving.

“After all this time I still have to tell you what to do.” He mused as he finished with the eyeliner and grabbed the mascara next, tearing the package open first before reading what it was actually waterproof (he just assumed). “Tsk tsk, Cupcake. What am I going to do with you?”

“Just don’t stop touching me.” You murmured.

You both paused. Your eyes shot open and you stared up at him; he was looking down at you curiously, mascara wand out and ready for your eyelashes. You couldn’t believe what you just said to him. Did he even hear you? He must have, because he got that look in his eye, the one where he was about to remind you who was in charge. You swallowed heavily and tried to sink into your chair.

“Well, well, something you’d like to share with the rest of the class?” Buggy teased as he set the makeup down. “Hm? You like me touching you, do you?”

“I, um, well-” You didn’t know what to say. You did like it. You liked this kind of intimacy you shared with him, being close while he touched you like this, expecting nothing in return but your patience (which waned from time to time).

“What about when I kissed you?” He asked as he held you still, his face now close to yours. You swallowed heavily and nodded, your hands moving to the front of his shirt to grip tightly. Buggy looked down at you for a moment, eyes searching for any hint of teasing on your end, before he smiled and pressed his lips gently to yours.

You expected him to pull back, to point and laugh and tease you about this, but he held onto the kiss for a moment longer than you expected. His eyes were closed while you kept yours open, unsure now if this was the right thing to do. He was your Captain, who you shared a bed with, who held you in his arms while you both slept, and sometimes you’d wake up to him whispering in your ear, about keeping you safe now and you will never need to leave him.

He was your Captain and he was kissing you. On the lips.

Buggy broke the kiss after what felt like an eternity.

“You good?”

You could only nod, now speechless because what did this mean now? Did he like you? You were pretty sure you liked him, given the rough introduction you initially had with him, and the fact he pissed you off from time to time, you found yourself actually liking him.

“I need you to tell me.” He told you as he touched your cheek gently. “Words, Cupcake.”

And the way he spoke to you like that, gentle yet commanding, you hated that you loved it.

“I'm… I'm good, Captain.” You replied shakily as you leaned towards his hand. “Really.”

He stroked your cheek before pulling his hand back. You reached out for it, not wanting him to stop, but he held up the mascara once more. Oh, right, he wanted to finish what he started. He held you still once more, the bristles of the mascara wand carefully coating your eyelashes as he focused on the task at hand. You were both quiet and you wondered what he was thinking.

Just because you liked him didn't mean he felt the same way. He could just be toying with you, pitying you even because you were this broken toy he picked up, slapping some tape and glue on it to fix it. It could do the job for a while but eventually you'd break again.

“Glad to hear it.” He murmured as he put the mascara away. “May kiss you again once I'm done here.”

Your heart jumped into your throat and you leaned back in the chair as you watched him look over different lipsticks. He tossed aside any that were in shades of blue or purple, not wanting to see that on you when you were under water. Brighter colors were better, the yellows, greens, oranges. Red would be too similar to his but he wouldn't say no to pink. Maybe pink and yellow, smudged together on your lips would work and copy the effect with eyeshadow as well.

“Captain, can I ask something?” You managed to say without your voice shaking too much. He hummed in response as he looked over different shades of pink lipstick. “Do… you like me? In the… romantic way?”

He paused what he was doing and looked at you. Oh, you felt dumb asking that. Why did you ask that? Kissing you was one thing, but asking if he liked you was a whole other Pandora's box that you just threw the lid off of with that question. You couldn't read his expression as he uncapped the lipstick and marked it on the top of his hand, making sure the shade was right.

“I did say you were cute when we first met.” He finally said with a shrug. “And still think you are.” Buggy took hold of you again, his grasp just a bit firmer than before as he began applying the pink lipstick. “And if someone else asked, I suppose I would say I liked you to keep them away from you, Cupcake.”

“But, do you?” You asked when he set the pink color down and grabbed the yellow. “Like me in that way?”

Buggy sighed as he uncapped the yellow color, marking it against his hand before smudging the two colors together to see if they blended well. “Do I need to spell it out for ya?”

“... Probably.” You admitted. He rolled his eyes and sighed again.

“Yes, I like you in a romantic way.” He told you, sounding just a touch frustrated before he held the lipstick up to you. “There, I said it. I figured between cuddling you and getting you towels would have made it obvious but I guess I was wrong.”

Your eyes widened slightly. Oh. As loud as Buggy was and how much he could talk, he really wasn't going to tell you how he felt in a straightforward way. It was gestures, touches, little things but not necessarily words.

“Sorry, uh, I guess I wasn't… aware.” You replied. “I guess when you kissed me the first time it should have been a sign, but I was a bit too… surprised.”

“Mhm, surprised, guarded, on edge.” He counted off as he held up the yellow lipstick for you to see. “I probably should have said something after that but… didn't cross my mind.”

You shrugged as he started applying the lipstick, looking up into his eyes as he worked. If he kissed you that first time, then it was only fair that you got to kiss him this time. You waited until he was done with the lipstick, because next he was smudging the colors together on your lips and around your mouth, and when you saw opportunity, you took it, grabbing the front of his shirt and jerking him down to you as you crushed your newly painted lips against his.

And to your delight, he let you, resting his hands on the back of his chair for support while you held him down to you.

Once you broke the kiss, you decided next time the two of you kissed you'd both be standing up. The chair was making it just a bit uncomfortable.

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A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE

[Hayakawa Family Series]

In which a photo album picture re-jogs Y/n’s memories. Pregnant! Fem! Reader

cw: none, maybe a teensy bit suggestive if you squint, also they weren’t dating yet in the flashback

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"Oh! Oh! I remember this, this was when we were 17, I let Aki cut my hair", Y/n laughed even though it wasn't that funny cause she spent the day after bawling her eyes out reason being he didn't cut it the way she wanted it.

She flipped the page and immediately after that, Denji and Power erupted into a fit of laughter, the latter holding her stomach.

It was a picture of Aki who was submerged into a small stream, he looked quite displeased.

"My papers flew into the stream and he tried getting it...you can see how that turned out".

"THAT'S HILARIOUS", Denji said through his laughter, wiping a stray tear from the corner of his eye dramatically.

Though, from Y/n's perspective, his little act of kindness was extremely considerate and it'll forever remain in the back of her memories.

{Flashback}

The young girl let out a sigh. A sigh that if anyone else were to hear it escape from her mouth, it'd be a cause for concern with how fed up she sounded.

Y/n hung her head low as she dragged her feet behind her.

"All Aki's hard work...", she rubbed her brows as if to ward off the headache that couldn't necessarily be classified as a headache. She was just really frustrated.

As she muttered to herself, she felt a hand tug her back by the loose strap on her school bag.

"What about my hard work?", as the saying goes, speak of the devil and he shall appear. As the sixteen year old turned around to be face to face with her perpetrator, she did a double take when she realised it was Aki.

"A—ah it's nothing!", she blurted, waving her hands in front of her face. When Y/n realised the very thing she was trying to hide from the ravenette was in her hand and right in his line of vision, she hastily placed her hands behind her back.

Albeit it being too late, she still thought it was worth a try anyway.

"I'm not stupid y'know", Aki rolled his eyes. He tried to move behind her but she merely followed his steps to avoid him from doing so.

"Y/n...what're you hiding?", Aki furrowed his brows each time she would follow his movement.

"Nothing".

"Then let me see your hands".

She tucked the sheet of paper under her shirt, the paper being held by the band of her school skirt.

She showed her open palms to him with a nervous smile.

"See? Nothing", she reassured him.

"Alright then..", he'd simply catch her out. His reflexes were way more swift that hers.

He first of all acted as if he had forgotten about the whole ordeal but before she could even catch on, Aki— with one foul swoop— swiped the paper from behind her, inspecting it.

"Aki!", she called out, trying to grab for the sheet but the boy held it up high, reading the contents of the page in the process while she still tried to get it back.

"You really don't need to see that, it isn't important", you'd be too disappointed she thought.

Aki tilted his head down at her in confusion. "Why're you hiding this?", he asked.

Y/n stopped trying and let her arms fall down to his chest, her hands in tight fists.

"Im really sorry", she felt like all his efforts had went to waste. "You spent so much time helping me study and I still didn't do good enough", she got a D.

After she took the math exam, she felt really confident that she'd get a higher mark but unfortunately that wasn't the case.

"Don't apologise. I'm really proud of you, Y/n", it was better than her previous results, she always failed the subject but this time she actually passed it. She looked up from his chest and to his lips which were graced with a small smile. He explained that she's her own person and that her best differed from other people's best.

She appreciated Aki's sentimental words, which was unlike him. Of course though, it was a given that she had to tease him about it now.

"Are you flirting with me", she nudged his side with a snicker.

"This is what I get for being nice to you", he huffed, shoving the paper lightly into her chest. Y/n didn't get a hold on it before Aki let go, causing the sheet to fly away with the drift of the wind.

"I was just teasing!", she chuckled as she tried to follow the sheet.

Before she could even get a hold of it, the piece of paper found residence in the nearby stream.

Y/n blinked at the sheet before letting out a groan, her whole body comically drooping.

Y/n slowly turned around when she heard a small laugh from behind her.

"I guess that's what you get for 'just teasing' huh", he voiced, making Y/n grumble under her breath.

Aki made his way over to the stream and opted to use the large rocks embedded in the stream to reach for the sheet.

The male skillfully made his way onto the first rock, then the next, and the one after that too, then he slowly leaned down to pick up the sheet as to not fall.

Too bad though. He ended up slipping on his way back and fell back into the stream.

Y/n erupted into hysterical laughter as she watched Aki's face contort into one of exasperation.

"Say cheese!", she laughed and took a picture of him. That's what he gets for mocking her.

She went out to help him and as she extended a hand out to him, he took it and pulled her into the stream along with him.

Aki wiped the splashes of water off his eyes and when his vision was finally clear, he saw Y/n straddling him with her hands at either side of his head.

Aki's eyes widened as a small coat of pink tinted the apple of his cheeks.

Y/n let out a small chuckle and sat upright on his stomach.

"You know...if you wanted to do this with me you could've just asked", Y/n joked in a sultry voice.

"Get off your high horse..and me", Aki muttered as he used his hand to cover his hot face.

Y/n had long had feelings for Aki before this incident but the male himself? It was the beginning of his gradually growing love for the girl.

{end of flashback}

"He was such a tsundere", Y/n laughed at the memory.

"I thought we established never to show this picture to anyone else", Aki creeped up behind her, startling her a bit.

"Don't worry, our lips are sealed", Denji zipped his lips and Power did the same. He pretended to lock his lips with a key and passed it to Power as she imitated his gesture.

"Sure they are", Aki sighed because he knew every Devil Hunter and their mother would hear about it.

Hayakawa family series masterlist :)

A/N: You can say Aki's got W Rizz 🥱

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