#ah yes the calm before the storm

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ITBOTB Chapter 14 sneak peek

#in the bottom of the bottle #itbotb sneak peeks #ah yes #the calm before the storm

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voicelines about you: as their lover !

featuring: imbibitor lunae, jing yuan, gepard. (+ jingliu and kafka)

notes: headcanons! some might be ooc HELP. i couldn't resist writing for hsr man… also jingliu and kafka sneak bc mmm i love morally questionable women 🤩. gn!reader. reader is not trailblazer. some fluff, some angst (?) kinda. reblogs are very much appreciated!

Imbibitor Lunae (Danheng IL)

About [Name]: They're one of the few people who's never condemned me for Danfeng's sins, nor ever tried to get me to own up to them. Their presence is very comforting to me. My lover? *coughs* Y-yes, they are.

About [Name]: Selfies Aside from March, [Name] always seems to ask me to take photos with their camera. Hm? No, I don't really mind. If it makes them feel happy, then that's enough reason for me to agree.

About [Name]: Photo Albums [Name] made an Express photo album with March yesterday. Yeah, pictures of our adventures and memories, according to them. It's in the Data Bank, so just ask me if you want to take a look at it.

Gepard Landau

About [Name]: [Name] is the most amazing individual I've met. Their determination and their will to pursue their goals to the fullest… I'm proud to call them my lover. Oh, ah… Was that too forward?

About [Name]: Lending a Hand Oftentimes, Serval asks [Name] to help her carry some things for her workshop. Although the times I get to personally help out are rare due to my duties, I still make it a point to support them by asking the Silvermane Guards to keep an eye out for them and help carry my sister's things for them if it's too heavy. Of course. They're always my top priority.

About Serval: Nagging Every time Serval stops by my post, it usually means [Name]'s run into some difficulties, which I try to help them out in. While her telling me about my lover's state is greatly appreciated, she always nags and teases me being a fool for them and… *sigh* No, it's alright, really. I'm thankful that my sister cares about [Name] and goes out of her way to talk to them for me. Still, I do hope her nagging would decrease next time.

Jing Yuan

About [Name]: Hm? [Name]? Yes, they're indeed my lover. Hehe, now that you've brought them up, I should go look for them. I'm afraid I've grown so used to the feeling of laying my head on their lap that no other pillow can suffice. Ah, what a predicament…

About [Name]: Spending Time Together While I do enjoy dozing off, [Name] makes a point to let me rest at a more appropriate place, instead of at the Seat of The Divine Foresight, buried under a mountain of paperwork. Oftentimes, I do as they say, but when I'm not and just craving their presence… Heh, now that's another matter entirely.

(BONUS! - Yanqing's Voiceline) About [Name]: Oh, [Name]? They always give me some extra allowance for buying swords, buying me sweets and food I like… Of course I won't say no to that! Sometimes, them being with me when I'm being scolded by the General for my expenses helps a lot. Probably because they're the only one the General can't say no to.

Jingliu

About [Name]: ….Do you really think you have the right to know about them? This is a warning. Try to ask again and perhaps you'll be faced with the end of my blade as my answer.

About [Name]: Soothed The whispers of the marastruck, succumbing to the Abundance… They are the only one able to calm the storm of my thoughts. For that, I am grateful for their patience and their kindness.

(BONUS 2! - Jing Yuan's Voiceline) About Name: While Master's current state is one of irreparable damage, at the very least… She has someone to hold onto while she grapples with the curse of mara. Even if I don't quite believe she's the Jingliu I knew from before, I know that her feelings for [Name] are sincere. I just hope she doesn't end up hurting them in the process.

Kafka

About [Name]: Aha, now thats a question I didn't expect to hear from you. My lover? Yes, [Name] is that to me. I very much enjoy their love and affection, you know. Even if it isn't on the script, I'd still mention them. Quite romantic of me, no?

About [Name]: Trophy They always, always chide me about me ruining my velvet coats when we finish up a script. What's wrong with a little blood? I keep most of them as trophies. There's one I'm especially fond of, too. They think it's rather embarassing that I keep the coat from the time they got injured on the job. Although the stains have long since turnt black, there's still a faint scent of iron in it. Hm? What do I mean by that? Heh, let's just say I don't take any harm coming to [Name] lightly. While they call it a reminder of their lack of caution, I'd rather call it a little show of my affection~

About [Name]: Destiny's Course Elio refused to tell me about what my future with them would be, saying that the path in that choice is quite difficult to discern, and I think it's for the best. I suppose if [Name] decided to leave the Stellaron Hunters, hm, would locking them up till they can't leave me anymore suffice….? Haha, just kidding. I wouldn't let them leave in the first place.

© 𝐌𝐇𝐈𝐈𝐄𝐄𝐄 : do not repost, copy, or plagiarize my work.

#dan heng #hsr x reader #hsr x gender neutral reader #dan heng x reader #gepard landau #gepard x you #hsr gepard #gepard x reader #gepard x gender neutral reader #hsr kafka #kafka honkai star rail #kafka x reader #jingliu x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan hsr #jing yuan x reader #imbibitor lunae #mhie's spirals

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Princess

Summary: Luke never would have thought he'd ever have eyes for the daughter of Hades and Persephone.

Warnings!: Fem! Hades & Persephone reader, because Hades cabin doesn't exist yet, she's a minor god, so she stays in whatever cabin she pleases until the time of Nico Di Angelo. Timing is placed before tlt . She has pyro kenesis basically fire control. I've changed somethings, she's not considered a forbidden child because she's born from two gods, not a god and a human. This isn't canon obvi i made it up to fit the story.

Whenever Luke was called to the big house, he knew he was never in trouble. It was always to show around and be informed of a new arrival. But this time when he got to Chiron and Mr. D they seemed a little bit more..serious about this new camper.

"Ah Luke, come sit with us." Chiron beckoned him to sit with him and Mr. D while they were playing cards. This was already out of the ordinary, usually when there was a new camper, he would get a brief run down of who they were and when they were coming, and he would be sent back on his merry little way. He slowly pulled out the chair and sat. "We have a new camper coming tomorrow."

Okay nothing new, "That's great, I'll be showing them around tomorrow?" He asks knowing the answer is yes.

"Yes, but there are some things you need to know before her arrival." Chiron answers. Great, so the new camper is a girl.

"This girl.." Chiron continues. Luke waited. He was so curious. Was she a forbidden child? Was she a crazy psycho? "She's the daughter of Hades, and Persephone." That answered all of Luke's questions.

The Princess of the Underworld would be coming to Camp Half-Blood, and he needed to escort her around.

"She'll arrive tomorrow early in the morning, be ready kid. O' eight hundred. " Dionysus continued.

"You are dismissed." Chiron says not once looking up from his intense game or cards with Mr. D. Whelp, this was gonna be very interesting for Luke.

Luke woke up the next morning at around 7 am. Perfect amount of time to get ready and to eat something before showing the new camper around. It had occurred to Luke that he didn't know her name. Chiron hadn't told him. By the time he was done getting ready and had a bite to eat, it was about 7:50. Perfect timing.

He made it to the borders of camp to wait for the girl. Nonethe less when the clock struck 8:00am and all of the campers started to ride due to the morning conch. A big pink flame of fire emerged from the ground. It startled Luke, but as the flame started to go away, the silhouette of a girl peaked through. She was facing the other way looking around. And when she turned around..

Oh boy.

Luke fell hard. His palms were starting to sweat, he felt his heart thumping. Of course he had always heard the myths and the stories about the Princess of the underworld. In almost all of them they had all mentioned her beauty. And boy were those words true.

"Are you the boy that's showing me around? Father said that I would have an escort?" She said. Her voice was like the calm after a storm. Luke didn't answer. "Uhm? Sir?" She questioned.

"Oh! Uhm yes! that's me. Uh I'm Luke." He managed to get out while offering his hand to her.

She took it, boy her hands were soft like feathers. "I'm Y/n, it's nice to meet you, but can we get going? It's quite hot today." She said

Without thinking Luke says "You'd think you'd be used to the heat, being from the underworld and all." Luke's eyes widen when he realized what he said.

He looked her in the eyes and at first he thought he fucked up. She had a deadpan on her face. But when they stared at each other for a bit she started to crack, and she let out the most beautiful laugh Luke had ever heard.

"Well, let's get going Luke, we wouldn't wanna burn out here," She said with a little giggle sending a small amber his way.

He was in awe. She had fire powers, just like the stories said.

After a while. The pair got close. They were friends...that's if you still count them as your friends even though you're constantly flirting all of the time.

And that was the dynamic between the two. They were always bickering or flirting, or both at the same time. Luke knew from the moment he saw her he was doomed. He had never felt this way about anyone before. Every camper saw it, Luke looked at Y/n like she hung the stars in the sky, and honestly if you told Luke she did, he would believe you.

After a while the two had even received a name, the princess and her guardian. Because wherever Y/n was Luke wasn't too far by lingering around her, always keeping an eye on her.

They never admitted they're feelings for each other however. Not until the incident about a year after Y/n's first summer at camp.

"Oh come on Y/n, why don't you ditch that loser Luke and be with me." Ben from Aphrodite cabin said to her as she sat by herself with her lunch waiting for Luke.

"Excuse me?" She said with offence. Luke for one was NOT a loser, okay maybe he was just a bit but still. That was rude, and Y/n didn't like rude people.

"You heard me doll." He said with a smug smirk. Gross, that nick name did not come out as good as he thought it did.

"Leave me alone please, now you're just being ridiculous." She stated. Y/n was very open with her boundaries and did not like it when they were crossed.

"Oh come on, you know you want to." This guy just couldn't take the hint.

"She said leave dude." Luke stated from behind you. You looked back and smiled mouthing "Thank you."

"Well well, the loser himself. Y/n deserves a real man, after all, she is a princess." He said in a snarky tone.

"Dude seriously just back off." Luke said stepping up chest to chest with him now. Y/n stood now, she didn't like conflict, and she definitely did not want to be the reason why it started.

"Come on Luke, let's just go." She said trying to tug him away. Luke looked at her then back at the smug boy. Luke huffed and turned around.

"Yeah go ahead and go cry to your daddy! Oh wait..." Ben shouted as they walked away. This time Luke wasn't the only one that was fighting now. Y/n knew all about Hermes and how he treated Luke. Now this made her angry.

"What did you say?" Y/n said as she turned around.

"You heard me clear and-" He stopped talking as he took in Y/n's state. Her eyes burned with fire. Her fists ready with flames.

"Can you repeat yourself?" She said coming closer to him.

Ben started to panic. "Help!" He yelled, as if everyone eyes weren't on them the second Y/n turned around. "This girl is crazy!" He cried.

Y/n fake lunged forward toward him which scared him endlessly making him run off to cry to mommy. Of course Y/n wasn't going to actually hurt him. Just scare him a bit so he wouldn't mess with her and Luke.

Now that Ben was away, so was the crowd. Nothing to watch anymore so everyone went about their day. Now it was just her and Luke.

She calmed and so did her fire. She turned to see Luke staring at her with more twinkle in his eyes than usual.

"Yes?" She asked.

"I'm in love with you." Luke said.

"What?"

"I love-" Luke was cut off with a pair of lips colliding with his. It was everything Luke thought it would be. Her lips were soft, just like he imagined. He always thought he would kiss her first though. I guess some things can't be predicted.

"I love you too Luke Castellan." She said after they pulled apart.

The two stared at each other with their rosy cheeks and they're foreheads pushed together.

Luke never would have thought in a million years that he would be with the Princess of the Underworld, there's a first to everything though.

A/n: I've been having writers block recently. I literally don't know what to write, so if you have an requests, they're open on my acct!!

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan x you #luke castellan fic #pjo #percy jackson

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Want

(18+, Explicit) Kinktober 2023 Day 7: virginity

“There you are, I was wondering if you’d changed your mind,” Gale tried to make sound light, a little joke between the two of you but you could hear the undercurrent of tension in his words. 

“I’m sorry,” you said earnestly, letting your hand rest on his shoulder as you sat. “I got caught up asking Wyll something.”

That was a lie, and one you felt a little guilty telling him, but the real reason you were delayed was a bit more embarrassing. You’d been sitting by the fire going over conversations in your head. Or rather, how to have a very specific conversation. One you still weren’t exactly sure how to approach. 

The truth of the matter was, physically you were a virgin. Even though you’d had mind-blowing, life-changing, astral sex with Gale just before fighting Ketheric your body was still very much the virgin it had been before that night. 

Gale, of course, didn’t know that fact. It wasn’t something you advertised to potential suitors. 

It wasn’t that you were some prudish untouchable. You’d had your fair share of odd groping as a teen (and adult) and were intimately familiar with your own body. You’d just never had actual sex using your body. 

That was an odd distinction to have to make.

You weren’t ashamed of it, it was just something that didn’t happen. Some people never had the opportunity to try certain foods or go certain places, you’d never had the opportunity to have sex. Or rather, you had the chance a few times, but the partners were decidedly less than ideal. 

You realized that keeping this fact from Gale was becoming increasingly like keeping a secret. You needed to tell him, and you needed to do it before he decided to take advantage of the relative quiet of the journey from the Shadowlands to Baldur’s Gate. 

“You seem quiet,” Gale prodded, bumping his shoulder into yours. 

“A lot on my mind,” you admitted vaguely. You bumped your shoulder into his but stayed there, leaning into his warmth. 

Gale hummed in agreement. “It’s odd this calm before the proverbial storm.” 

You felt him press a kiss into your hair. 

“I need to tell you something, but you can’t make a big deal about it,” you said eventually after allowing yourself to sink into the comfort of the moment. 

You felt Gale’s body stiffen, no doubt anticipating the worst kind of confession. Though at this point you weren’t sure what Gale would consider the the worst.

“Alright, I’m intrigued,” He said very neutrally. 

You took a deep breath and sat up right, giving yourself the space for this. “Just to be clear, that night, our bodies weren’t actually… involved.” You were hopeful maybe you were wrong and you’d just missed all the awkwardness because you’re mind was literally somewhere else. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Gale’s head cock to the side. “Ah no, they weren’t,” he agreed, unknowingly dashing your hopes, “it looks a bit strange to an outsider, I admit, but alas our corporeal selves were exactly where we left them.”

“Why?” He tacked on after a pause. 

“Well, that would mean that I’m still technically a virgin.” You made your admission rather quickly, words bumping into one another as you spat it out, hoping to get this odd conversation out of the way. 

Gale was unusually quiet and when you finally turned your head to look at him you saw about a thousand emotions cross his face. 

“You’re a…” he trailed off.

You waited.

“Virgin?” his voice had risen almost comically. 

“Yes,” you confirmed.

“But you’re-”

“Yes, I know how old I am,” you interrupted rolling your eyes at him. 

“You mean you’ve never…?” Another incomplete sentence from your usually verbose wizard. 

“That would be what that means, yes,” you confirmed… again. 

You sighed and turned your body so you could look at Gale easily. “It’s not that I’m some innocent. I’ve had the odd kissing session in a dark room, its just never gone any farther. Not to mention I’m concerningly familiar with my own hand and also that one odd pillow in my…”

You trailed off as you watched Gale’s eyes darken. He cleared his throat and shifted. Idly you wondered which of those revelations had affected him so.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sounded almost hurt. 

“It never came up,” you admitted, “first, you were at risk of blowing us all up and then we ended up having sex astrally. I would have told you if we’d been… physically involved,” you assured him, fighting with yourself as to how exactly word things. 

Gale seemed to absorb this information with acceptance. “Well I guess that means my plans for tonight are off the table.”

“What? Why?” You sounded genuinely alarmed, surprising even yourself. 

Gale smiled a small, exasperated thing. “My love, I can’t have you bedded properly for the first time in some wood in the middle of nowhere.”

“You absolutely can,” you insisted.

He chuckled and took your hand. Normally you would have seen a similar move as patronizing but there was nothing but love and adoration shining from Gale’s eyes. “We can be together astrally, again.”

“No,” you huffed pulling your hand away, growing frustrated. This wasn’t why you’d told him. “I want you,” you insisted, “I want you, for real. Here.”

Gale shook his head again, “but you deserve-”

“Gale,” you moved up onto your knees so you could hold his face between your hands, “this is about what I want. And what I want is your actual physical cock inside of me, here in this clearing. Tonight, preferably.”

Whatever Gale had been expecting, that confession wasn’t it. His mouth dropped open. 

“Are you sure?” He asked eventually. 

You nodded, vigorously, “yes.”

“Then I will give you what you want.”

You leaned forward and kissed him. Gale gathered an arm around your waist and laid backward, pulling you with him. You laid across his chest, eagerly allowing yourself to get lost in kissing him. 

You shifted, slotting your body between his legs. Gale groaned when your thighs brushed against his cock, already half-hard. Taking advantage, you pressed your tongue between his lips. His hands slid down your back to your ass, cupping it he pulled you up and closer. 

“How many young lads did you lead into dark corners, only to leave them with their hopes dashed?” Gale teased when you two finally separated for air. 

You laughed. “I never said I left them unfulfilled.”

Gale shook his head with an amused smile. “I assure you every lad who left without bedding you was unfulfilled in some regard.”

“I think,” you smoothed a hand against his chest, “you think too highly of me.”

“Not possible,” Gale reassured. His expression changed as you watched, from playful to something more sincere. 

“What have you done with others?” He asked all of a sudden. 

Now, you felt you might be a little offended. “Gale, I wasn’t saying that-”

“No, no,” he shook his head, “I don’t care if you’ve had a thousand cocks in your mouth. Confused, perhaps, but I want to know specifically what has been done to you that hasn’t come from your own hand… or pillow I suppose.”

“Oh,” you felt a little sheepish now.

With out warning his hands slid to your thighs and he lifted you, pulling your legs apart, forcing you to straddle him. You could feel his cock pressing against your core. You fought down the urge to grind against it. 

“Has anyone ever made you come with their mouth?” Gale asked then.

You shook your head, a warmth crawling down your neck at the thought. 

“Their fingers?” He continued. 

Again, you shook your head. “Twice I've had someone’s hand down my pants,” you admitted, “but it was awkward and they never really did much.”

“Maybe you’re lucky,” Gale mused, “boys tend not to think beyond their own needs.”

“And men are any different?” You challenged. 

Gale’s eyes darkened as he looked at you now. “Not all, but this one, yes. Your needs are mine.” He rolled his hips up then, grinding his cock against you. 

“Oh,” the sound felt like it was punched out of you. Happily, you rocked your hips back down against him. 

Gale’s hands went to your hips, holding you from doing anything further. You tried to roll them again and frowned when he wouldn’t let you. 

“I promise I will pay as much attention to your pretty cunt as you can stand,” he started, “but I need you to promise you’ll stop me if anything makes you uncomfortable.”

There was an edge to his final words, and you knew anything less than an agreement that he’d leave you untouched. 

“I promise,” you repeated. 

“Good girl,” He rewarded, his words shooting straight to your core. You absolutely did not look at him in an attempt to hide that knowledge from him. His chuckle let you know it had been unsuccessful. 

He released your hips and you ground down on him once more. 

In a testament to Gale’s self-control, or perhaps his determination, his hands moved to the ties of your trousers. When he’d finished opening them, he rolled you both so he was above you. He sat back on his legs and slid backward before working to shimmy your bottoms off before discarding them in a pile nearby.

He gently pushed your legs and you laid back, allowing him to bend your knees. He gently pushed at them so they dropped to the side. You shivered both from the complete exposure of the position he’d put you in and also from missing his warmth on you. 

“Fingers or mouth?” Gale asked, hands sliding down your thighs, ever closer to where you truly wanted them. 

“I believe I said cock,” you retorted. 

A light pinch was delivered to your thigh and you jumped, startled but not actually in pain. “Soon,” Gale promised, “for now, though, those are your options.”

“Mouth,” you answered with almost no hesitation.

Above you, Gale smiled, apparently pleased with your answer. “Do you want anything? A pillow,” he asked rather than doing what you’d asked for. 

“I want,” you answered a bit snappier than you’d meant, “for you to touch me.”

“Some day, I will have you without risk of interruption.” Gale wasn’t really talking to you it seemed. Still, you wondered what he meant by that. You hoped something wicked. 

All thoughts left your mind when you felt his fingers spread you open even further. You were about to remind him you’d said mouth, unable to resist the urge to push against whatever side of him you were seeing, when you felt his breath hot against you. That urge fled, just as quickly as your thoughts. 

You cried out when he swiped his tongue between your folds. Quickly you pulled your arm across your mouth, aware the camp wasn’t too far off. Gale didn’t seem at all concerned though as he began tracing maddening paths with the tip of his tongue. 

Somehow he was touching you where you wanted and yet seeming to avoid it all together. A growl ripped out of you in frustration and you tried to slide down closer to his mouth. An arm flew across your hips quickly, preventing you from moving anywhere. You were about to say something, beg even, when his tongue finally found your clit. You cried out, free hand threading itself in Gale’s hair. If you couldn’t move closer to him, you could at least pin him to you. He didn’t seem too bothered by this thought, tracing his tongue down you again, this time pressing it inside of you. 

“Shit,” you cursed hips ineffectively trying to grind down again. 

Gale, in some act of benevolence or maybe because he was enjoying your reactions, move his arm from across your hips. He instead pushed his hand under your ass forcing you to tilt your hips up towards him. He moved his attention back to your clit. You felt the walls of your pussy begin pulsing around nothing and you whimpered.

“Fingers,” you gasped, pulling your arm from your face. 

Gale either didn’t hear you or was ignoring you. A few more seconds of attention to your clit and then his teeth gently nipped against it. 

“Fuck,” you cried out as your orgasm hit, once again pulling Gale against you. You couldn’t help but shamelessly grind against his face as you came. 

He stayed there, tongue licking broad stripes up and down your center until you stilled. Only then did he gently disentangle your hands from his hair and sit up.

He knelt between your still-spread legs, a hand gently cupping your cunt. He was watching you closely, pleased with whatever he saw he gently began kneading against you. 

“Will you fuck me now?” You asked unable to help the way your hips chase up at the contact. 

He shook his head. Briefly, you were mesmerized by the way his beard, glistening with your wetness, reflected the light. 

“Why not?” You whined, which wasn’t exactly how you’d meant to say that. 

Gale chuckled before leaning over you to press a kiss on your lips. You could smell yourself on him, taste it even when he pulled away. Far from being turned off by that fact you found yourself wanting to kiss him again. 

“Fingers, first,” he said and demonstratively slipped a finger beneath your folds to press against your entrance. 

He easily pressed the finger into you, finding no resistance when he did. Gently he began pressing it in and out, every time he ground the heel of his palm against your clit until your hips were rolling with his movement. 

His eyes never left your face when he began pressing a second finger into you. You nodded, trying to pull them deeper but he only continued pressing the new digit into at a slow pace. 

“Gods,” you moaned when his fingers were pressed into you completely. 

“Not quite,” he answered with a wry smile. 

You were quickly distracted when you realized he was refusing to move his fingers in you. He was just grinding his hand to your clit, and while it felt amazing it wasn’t what you wanted. 

“Gale,” you whined rolling your hips in an effort to get some movement inside of you. 

That was his aim, apparently. Gale held his hand still and allowed you to fuck yourself on his fingers. You grew brazen, chasing after the grinding sensation as well with a roll of your hips. He watched you with a scrutiny that had your body flushing. Gradually you realized he had begun gently scissoring his fingers inside of you, pressing you open wider each time you pulled away from them. 

His fingers were thick and you felt yourself clench around them at the thought of what he’d (hopefully) be replacing them with. You realized, in a passing thought, that you’d struggle to watch his spell casting in a normal way ever again. 

You felt another orgasm building and with great effort stilled your own hips. 

“Please,” you groaned out, “I want you inside me. Please, I’m ready,” you were shamelessly begging. 

“Yes,” Gale agreed before finally thrust his fingers in and out of you a few times and then with drawing them entirely. 

He was quick about removing his own trousers. His cock sprung free and slapped against his stomach, in the moonlight you could make out a bead of precum on the tip.

Your mouth watered. 

Gale didn’t allow your thought to wander any further before settling between your legs. One hand hooked around the back of a thigh and hiked up your leg against him. 

“Tell me if this hurts, despite what you’ve heard it doesn’t have to,” he said leaning over you, bracing himself with his free arm. 

You would rather die, you realized as you nodded a lie to him. 

The head of his cock pressed against your entrance, but he didn’t move any further. It appeared he’d also put you in a position where he could keep you from pushing down on it. You wondered if it was forethought or simply a coincidence. 

When he pressed inside your head collapsed fully against the ground. He was certainly bigger than anything that had been inside you before, his thick fingers included. Painstakingly Gale began pressing into you. His movements were slow and controlled, making sure to keep you immobile. The sensation was uncomfortable but not painful as he stretched you even further. 

You couldn’t help but be grateful, now, for his refusal to fuck you immediately.

When he bottomed out, hips pinned against yours, he groaned head dropping forward. You felt the muscle of his thigh tremble against yours. You were secretly pleased as he struggled to maintain his composure. 

You tried to wait him out, trust him as he had only thought of you so far, but your patience only extended so far. Experimentally you clenched around his cock. 

“Shit,” he groaned, hips stuttering as he restrained a thrust. 

“Please,” you whispered once again fluttering around him, “please.”

Gale pulled out only a little before slowly thrusting into you. It wasn’t much but your eyes rolled back. 

He kept it that way, small shallow thrusts until there was almost no resistance when he did. Then, he began working back further before thrusting into you. He was grunting with each thrust, head hanging low so his forehead was resting against your chest. 

“Gale,” you whined unable to take the coddling much longer. 

It seemed his restraint was hanging on by a thread because his hips snapped up against yours, much harder than any previous movement. 

“Yes,” you cried out in response. 

Gale began truly fucking you then. He was mumbling something against you but the sound of your skin slapping against one another was drowning him out. Your own hips were moving now, too, the hand on your thigh had loosed so he was not longer holding you still. 

“Touch yourself,” he said, voice strained, finally loud enough for you to hear. 

You were able to slide a hand between the two of you. Instead of touching yourself right away you pushed your finger further down enjoying the sensation of the slide of his cock in and out of you. 

Abruptly Gale pushed up so he was sitting back on his knees. Both hands sliding under your hips in order to tilt you up so he never slid fully from inside of you. 

“Now, please,” he groaned out and you realized he was holding back his own orgasm. 

Hurriedly you found your clit with your fingers, this new position making it easier. You rubbed quickly and efficiently in a way you’d long learned would bring you off. 

“Beautiful, you’re so beautiful,” Gale babbled above you. “Come for me, I want to see your face this time.”

It was his words more than your fingers that pushed you over the edge. You whimpered and he began thrusting harder as you squeezed around him. 

Gale came with a shout, eyes screwing shut. He pinned your hips together once more as he spilled inside of you. He rode out his own orgasm like that, hips rolling slightly with each pulse. Once he was done, Gale gently lowered your hips back to the ground, allowing himself to slip out of you.

You extended your hand up to him and when he took it you pulled him down against your chest.

“Next time I think I want to ride you,” you told him after a moment of quiet. 

Gale laughed before tilting his head up to capture your lips in a kiss. 

#gale x reader #gale x tav #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #kinktober 2023 #kinktober 2023 virginity

[ominousvibez]

random dp x dc writing

i suddenly had an idea for a new dp x dc crossover fic, here's a piece of it!

🦇

“So much for movie night.” Tucker complains.

Sam groans, stretching her legs as Danny gets up, and transforms. The rings come easily to him now, unlike they had just a little more than two years ago. Their ghost-hunting tech had merely been discarded to the side after their patrol before they settled for the movie night.

“You guys can stay here.” Danny says, pushing himself into the air. “I told Skulker and Technus to pass along the message to the other usuals, but maybe somebody else didn’t get the memo.” The Box Ghost surely hadn’t; but, then again, the Box Ghost doesn’t usually get any news from the Ghost Zone. Or maybe he does, and he doesn’t care. Either way, the cardboard-loving menace was stuck in thermosland right now, and Danny wasn’t going to let him out until after they found out if Amelia would survive INVASION OF THE KILLER TEACHERS III: SCHOOL’S OUT or if she would become another zombie student.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll make it quick.” Danny allows himself to turn invisible and intangible, and slingshots himself through the roof of Sam’s house and into the sky. The clouds that had been moving in during their patrol clouded Amity Park in a dreary autumn rain. Leaves that had begun to turn were blown off the trees by the wind, and a distant rumble of thunder echoes in the distance.

Once upon a time, the storm would’ve terrified Danny. It would bring too many bad memories, of electricity burning through his skin, killing him and bringing him to life at the same time. But now, as a flash of lightning hit the sky, he can’t deny the surge of energy and delight in his core.

Stupid electric core.

“Ah! Sir Phantom!”

It isn’t one of his usual rogues for once. Instead, it’s a familiar face, and an ally. He calms down a bit at the sight of Lady Dorothea. He’s still a little annoyed that his movie night is being interrupted, but at least it’s by another friend.

Plus, he’s sure Lady Dorothea, who’s working hard at modernizing her kingdom, probably wouldn’t understand what a movie night was, anyway.

“Hey, Dorothea!” Danny drops his shoulders. He keeps himself intangible, feeling the rain fall through him. Lady Dorothea is intangible as well. “Is everything okay? Does your brother need to get his ass kicked into next week again?”

“No, not quite.” Lady Dorothea sighs. “I do need your assistance, but it is not for kicking any asses this time. Something… else has happened.”

“Something else?”

Lady Dorothea nods. “Yes. A few cycles ago, a newly-formed ghost stumbled into the castle gardens. My head gardener, Montagu, had found him stumbling through the hedges, and our healers were able to stabilize him before he could have faded, but then…” She bites her thumbnail nervously. A roar of thunder echoes around them. “… Sir Phantom, I believe he may be a halfa.”

Danny blinks at her. “Sorry, what? Did you say there’s another halfa?”

“Yes, I did— Sir Phantom, as far as my kingdom has come with modernization, I do not believe we have the capabilities of assisting a halfa, let alone one so young. I, no, we need your help, as soon as you are able to.”

A new halfa. Danny’s brain feels like it’s melting and spinning at the same time. He’d never encountered this before. Was that what Danny had felt? The new Halfa, forming? Or, well, maybe transforming for the first time, or something. He felt like pop-rocks were bursting under his skin, and he could feel a few stray sparks shoot off from his hands.

A new halfa.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom x dcu #ominouswriting #dpxdc #dcxdp #hehe who is a halfa now?? #Guess you’ll just have to stick around and find out! #the gardener's name is a reference btw #to the lady who inspired a lot of interest in victorian flower language #idk i thought it was creative #and i thought instead of unnamed DC character being thrown to the far frozen and the yetis #what if they ended up somewhere else? and dorothea stood out to me #idk how royalty stuff works btw #winging it as i go #electric core au

[rorywritessmut]

You hate your asshole boss. So, after an interview you two decide to take something for a spin

Kinktober 2023: Hate Fucking

As usual, minors DNI. Please interact with this if you liked it ❤️❤️ Enjoy!

You hated Bakugou Katsuki. He was arrogant, entitled, and full of shit. You wouldn’t let him know he got under your skin, though. You knew that would boost his ego to know the super positive and happy person you were, hated him. He was also your boss. Being the number 2 hero was already inflating his ego. Always going on and on about his obsession with beating Deku.

You are a people pleaser. Even when that person is your self absorbed boss.

So, you spent every day of your life kissing Bakugou’s ass. “Yes sir” this and “Please, don’t, sir” that. You are his relations manager so trying to control him was a pain in your ass and was wearing on your patience. You begged your company to let you be Chargebolt’s assistant when he harassed the other way. You’d rather be flirted with than yelled at constantly for using your quirk.

Gentle Touch is the name of your quirk. This entailed that just a gentle touch could calm down the most anxious person. You were also in school to become a therapist for traumatized civilians after Villian attacks. You needed a job to pay for school and your company scooped you up and paired you with your current pain in the ass.

Your quirk was used often when it came to the explosive man that is Bakugou Katsuki. You took a lot of pride in showing him how to calm the fuck down from time to time. His gravelly voice telling you to quietly “Fuck off” would make your entire day better.

Today, you broke. Bakugou had an interview with some popular gossip channel and your quirk was all used up before the first 10 minutes of it. Bakugou was pissed about the interview and the two of you almost didn’t make it on the ride over to the building.

“So, Dynamight, any special ladies in your life?” The hostess leaned over and you got a good whiff of her perfume.

“Just this bitch right here.” Bakugou pointed a finger at you, “Keeps me in line and shit”

“Oh-ho-ho, you’re in a relationship with your relations manager?”

“No!” You quickly interjected, “He means that there are no women in his life other than the women he works with, respectfully.” You always did this. You always had to clean up his crass language to keep the gossip media out of his business. Frankly, you were sick of it.

“Yeah, whatever she said.” He crossed his arms aaaand he was gone. While he was physically there, he was emotionally gone. This usually meant that you were going to be stuck answering his questions.

“Not even your mom?” The hostess teases.

“That hag-”

“No, Dynamight loves his mother very much.” You physically put your hand on his shoulder, signaling him to shut up.

“Ah, you two seem close. Tell me about yourself, oh great Relations Manager.”

“I have a useful quirk that calms Dynamight down so I was hired to keep him in line.” You regret saying that when the hostess raises her eyebrow.

“I see, so, you keep him in line and he pays your way through school? Sounds like a sugar daddy exchange to me.” She sneers, how did she know you went to school and that Bakugou paid for it??

“Listen,” Bakugou growls but you make a low sound.

“Ma’am, my desire to go to school has nothing to do with Bak-Dynamight,” You take a deep breath in, “I am just his relations manager.”

“A bitch too.” Bakugou sneers at you, narrowing his ruby red eyes at you.

“Looks like we have an enemies to lovers situation-ship!” The hostess is covering her mouth as you stare at Bakugou.

His lips quirked ever so slightly at the sight of your rigid body. You wanted nothing more than to walk off set and never see him again. Every damn time your relationship came up, Bakugou’s answers became more and more vague making it seem like you two actually engaged with each other beyond work.

“I’m done.” You clipped off your mic set, threw it on the ground, and stormed off.

You could hear Bakugou right behind you, stomping through the corridor. He called your name a few times and you felt tears come to your eyes. This job was ruining your life, if you were being honest.

“You’re not done.” Bakugou snapped and grabbed your wrist. You were brought back to reality.

“Get.Off.Me”

“No”

“Bakugou Katsuki, I am done with this job. I went on two dates with a guy and when I asked why he ghosted me later it was because he didn’t want to be involved with “Dynamight’s Girl,” what the hell does that even mean?!” You’re pushing on h8is chest with your finger, getting up in his face.

“It’s because you are my girl,” He sneers and corners you in the hallway. His arms are on both sides of you, trapping you.

“Since when?!” You’re looking up at him now.

“Since you first used your quirk on me”

“You don’t even know me” You push him with both hands and storm to your dressing room.

Of course, he follows you into the room and locks the door behind him. He stalks towards you, something unreadable behind his eyes. You back away from him until the back of your legs hits the desk behind you. You’re reminded of why you hate him so much. Of course he thinks you belong to him. He thought he was entitled to everybody around him.

“Listen to me,” He starts but you’re not having it.

“No! I am done working for you, I’ll find a different job and get myself through school.”

“No, you won’t,” He grabs your wrist and yanks you towards him. He pulls said wrist to his lips and kisses it. Never once did he break eye contact with you. You’re left speechless at his actions. “Now, quit being a brat.”

“Stop telling me what to do!” You scream and trash against him. “I don’t like you. I hate you” Venom laces your voice and you see something dark in Bakugou’s eyes.

He takes off his mask and ear pieces with one hand. He tightens his grip on your wrist and he pulls you impossibly closer. He leans in and licks a stripe from your collarbone to the shell of your ear.

“You hate me?”

“Yes, I hate you so much.” You whisper, closing your eyes. You’re losing control of yourself and you can feel your sex dripping with sudden need. Sudden need for your asshole of a boss.

“I can smell you, you know, dripping with desire,” he whispers in your ear, “I want you to turn around, pretty girl.” You stay put. When Bakugou notices your disobedience, he grabs your shoulders and turns you around.

Now, you’re looking into your eyes in the Vanity. You flicker your eyes up to Bakugou who has a Cheshire grin on his face. Your chest is tight and your thoughts are running a million miles a minute. It’s obvious from the way he’s tracing lines along your bicep, that he’s not going to hurt you. You can’t help the sudden feeling of dread and desire pooling in your stomach.

“Now, quit being a brat and listen to me,” He’s talking to your reflection in the mirror, “I always get what I want. What I want is to fuck you until you’re a blubbering mess.” You swallow something thick.

“Bakugou-”

“Katsuki. If you’re going to be my little fuck, at least call me by my first name.” Bakugou coos and runs a finger down your neck and along your collarbone.

“No. I fucking hate you, I won’t call you anything.”

“What happened to Yes Sir?” Bakugou teases.

You look at his reflection and suddenly he’s gagging you with his pointer and middle finger. Your eyes go wide and you can’t find it to be scared. Instead, you’re insanely turned on and pissed off. You bite down on his fingers and he jerks them out of your mouth. The asshole grabs your jaw and forces your hips against the vanity. You can feel his erection against your back.

“Bitch.” He sneers and you smile at the name calling. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. I am a man, though, I want to fuck you.”

You contemplate for a second, did you want this? The traitor between your thighs begged for him to fulfill his promise. Your brain though:? It was still unsure of what it wanted right now. Suddenly, you felt a tapping sensation on your temple. You looked at Bakugou and saw it was him tapping on your head.

“Don’t think too much. Just go with your gut.” Easy for him to say, your guts wanted rearranged. Slowly, you nodded your head.

“I warned you.”

“I’m going to tell you this won’t happen again,” You sneered at him. “You’re probably a pathetic fuck anyways.”

“I’ll prove you wrong.” You snorted at that remark.

With all this tension, he grabs your jaw and forces you to look at yourself in the mirror again. You grab onto the vanity and prepare for the worst dicking you’ve gotten in a while.

“I am going to tell you one time and one time only, keep your eyes on the reflection in the mirror.” You quirk an eyebrow as he begins to disappear behind you.

It doesn’t take long before he’s pushing your skirt above your hips. You try to crane your head back but you receive a swift slap to the ass. You yelp and turn your attention back to your mirror image. Bakugou makes haste by pulling down your underwear. He groans at the aroma of your gushing arousal.

You’re not prepared for him to lick from your clit to your asshole. A moan escapes from your plush lips and you feel your face heat up at the sound. Grabbing onto vanity with a vice grip, you’re prepared for the second lick. Bakugou doesn’t spend much time assaulting your clit from this position. Instead, he opts to tongue fucking the apex between your thighs. You try to not let his pride swell by wantonly moaning every time he hits something right. Which happens to be a lot.

Bakugou taps your ass cheek and teases your lips with his fingers. Is he asking for permission to finger fuck you? You make a whining sound to confirm that you need something inside of you.

“Good girl,” He praises and plunges his fingers past your labia.

“Fuck” You curse.

You can feel him smile against your sex as he slowly inches towards your tight hole with his tongue. You gasp at the sensation of his fingers curling inside your spongy canal and the assault on your asshole. Moaning his name, you look at your face and you’re surprised at the look that’s there. Your lips are torn from biting them to keep the sounds to a minimum. Your eyes have tears brimming in the corners. Bakugou continues to lick and thrust, driving you mad.

“Please,” you beg, “Please fuck me.” You can’t believe you are actually begging him to fuck you. The very man you hated so much.

“Have you been good enough? Want to see yourself fucked out of your mind? Bakugou stands and grabs your jaw. You nod your head with the little movement you’re allowed. You hear Bakugou shed the rest of his hero attire but you don’t dare turn to look at him.

“Hurry,” you plead.

Bakugou wastes little time in lining up with your entrance and beginning at a brutal pace. Letting out a strew of curse words, you let out a long drawn out moan. Using a staccato beat, Bakugou grips onto your hips to lift you up off the floor and changes the angles. He sets yet another brutal pace and you drop your head in pleasure. Bakugou slides out and pulls your hair by the scalp, making you look at yourself.

“I said to keep looking,” He growls out and you lazily look up at your image in the mirror.

You’re definitely fucked out of your mind. Your hair is disheveled and saliva runs down your chin. Your breasts have come out of your bra and shirt, nothing like you’ve ever seen before. Bakugou hums in your ear and slides back in. He thrusts and thrusts until you’re almost screaming in unison with them. There’s a tension building in your core that is threatening to snap. You grip the vanity as hard you can before your tipping point is reached.

“Katsuki,” You cry, “I’m coming.”

“Fuck, me too.” He grunts and you’re both moaning as you come down from your high.

Everything is silent as you clean up, head out, and go your separate ways. You leave in the same car but never say a word to each other. Soon, you’re home and you pass out from exhaustion.

The next day? Well, gossip gets around quick.

#bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha #mha smut #mha bakugō #mha #bnha smut #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #x Reader #bakugou x y/n #boss Bakugou #dynamight #pro hero’s #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

[its-freaking-jordan]

This might turn out to be a fic, idk.

Hantengu clones x husband/Wife reader

Mainly Sekido x reader

Just imagine when the Hantengu clones coming back from a mission, Sekido is yelling at the others, he’s yelling at Karaku and Urogi for being childish and he was yelling at Aizetsu for being.. sad all the time. Karaku and Urogi just laughs and tells Sekido “But we’re alive aren’t we? Stop being so serious all the time! Just let loose sometimes!” That only pissed Sekido off more, he wanted to kill Karaku and Urogi if he could.

Urogi saw that you we’re sitting down on the sofa, his wings fluttered when he saw you, he flew over to you and hugged you in a tight but warm embrace.“My Love! We’re back from our mission! I don’t know why Sekido is even mad at us.. especially Aizetsu…. Who cares!? I’m glad I’m back to see you!”

“I’m glad to see you all too..But Sekido seemed mad than usual..”

Karaju walked over to you and gave you a peck on the cheek.”Ah don’t worry about him hon, he’s always like this.. he will eventually get over it and, you know this, just don’t try to think much about it, alright? Sekido is the emotion of Anger.. so it’s in his nature to be pissed off at almost everything.” Karaku said as he ruffled your hair. But you just knew he was actually mad about something, but should you just leave him alone or go talk to him?

“Darling I know you’re worried.. but please listen to Karaku.. We should leave Sekido alone for now… It will only piss him off even more if any of us try to talk to him now..” Aizetsu sat down next to you and gave you a quick peck on your forehead. The three of them tried to reassure you to just let Sekido be, but something inside of you was telling you to go check up on your beloved. You looked behind you and saw that Sekido stormed off into a different room.

You eventually went upstairs after spending some time with the two goofs and Aizetsu. You looked over and heard the sound of something grumbling and walking back and forth. You peeped your head towards the door and saw your hot headed husband Sekido. You knocked on the door, letting him know that you’re coming, before entering the door.*Sekido.. What’s wrong?.. You’re never usually-“

“My love.. You don’t understand how MUCH they all piss me off! “

You decided to sit down, because this was going to be a while before he can fully calm down now.”

“It’s like they don’t take this shit seriously! Especially Karaku and Urogi! They always think it’s some kind of fucking game!! Our lives are on the line!! One wrong move and then we’re all fucking dead but they always choose to make everything a damn game! At least Aizetsu takes this shit seriously! But he always gets distracted and his head gets blown off!! Is it that fucking hard to just stop acting like a DAMN fool for once!! And it’s always “Sekido this” or “ Hey Sekido” that.. blah blah….”

You sat there for at least 5 minutes as you heard Sekido going on and on about his brother’ clones. You did understand where he was coming from.. well at least about Karaku and Urogi. A soft sigh left you mouth. You got up and placed a hand on Sekido’s shoulder. A smile was on you face as you sat him down on the bed to try to reason with him about the other clones, they all have different personalities so it was hard. After some time you calmed down Sekido a bit but it was progress, at least he wasn’t as mad as before.. right?

As you were the clone ‘brother’s’ wife/husband, you knew that they all had their moments like this, it was a handful yes but you always tried to manage a way to keep them from killing eachother, but you were also their support system. They all loved you and you love them.

Once you had a chance to speak with Sekido, your little pep talk did work actually.. he understood that they aren’t exactly like him and how they won’t take things as serious as he does. You opened your arms for Sekido, inviting him into a hug. Sekido doesn’t do Hugs, yet alone at that He’s not much into PDA.. But he didn’t want you to think that he didn’t want a hug from you.. Instead he brought your head close to his chest, bringing you into his embrace now, which you happily accepted. He gave you a small kiss on your forehead as a “Thank you”.

#kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny x reader #hantengu clones #anime #urogi #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x you #kny fluff #sekido x reader #karaku x reader #aizetsu x reader #urogi x reader #sekido #aizetsu #karaku #demon slayer fluff #gn reader #hantengu #hantengu clones x reader

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Tsum Tsum event is over but didn't meat I loved how cute they are

And all I could think of what will Jack, Epel, Riddle, Leona, Malleus and Trey, seeing that recognisable neutral red lipstick color of Crewle daughter on the tsum faces and what's more they found her weakness of cute things as she keeps on kissing the tsums

Tsum Tsum for Kisses Crewel Daughter | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Jack Howl

“Ah so you got to feel the sweet softness of her lips…did it feel nice?”

He doesn’t mind his tsum tsum

He’s not particularly one for cute things

But if you are than he can take it

The only way he can cope is thinking of it as an extension of himself 

“So if she kissed you perhaps she finds me…cute?”

Epel Felmier

“Oh come on! You little-!”

“Epel! Don’t shake him like that!”

Unlike Jack who doesn’t automatically associate himself with cute he can’t delude himself

In fact he’s livid that this thing and all its purposeful cuteness got a smooch before he did

How dare it!?

If anyone was on your list for the most cute(underneathyourdogs) it was him

He’s happy you like cute things 

But not if he’s not your definition of cute

Otherwise he’s jamming that little bug into a blender

“There can only be one mini-me! And I won’t sit here and let you take all of their love for yourself.”

Riddle Rosehearts

 “Ergh!! Off with your head!” 

His initial reaction is out of pure jealousy 

But eventually he calms or his own tsum’s own fiery reaction has him realizing

Then he rationalizes 

He didn’t realize you liked cute things

Well its noted now

He’s going to refrain from beheading his little guest

If only because it seems to have his interests at heart

“Fine, I’ll give you a chance but don’t think this means anything.”

Leona Kingscholar

“You sleep in my bed and try to get on their good side? You’re practically begging me to kill you.”

If he could get his hands on his own Tsum he’d squeeze him to death (okay Floyd)

But his tsum is slippery and proudly parading the mark 

as Leona struggles to swipe at him 

He’s not cute and he’s insulted this copycat makes you think that

“You’re not allowed to get their attention like this!”

Malleus Draconia

“That’s…really good for you….”

The storm brews menacingly

He thinks of it as a creature lesser than him

Think about it would you get angry if an angel kissed a baby

Yes No.

the correct answer is no

Which is why Malleus refuses to look at his tsum but congratulates him still

“Good…for…you, little one.”

Trey Clover

“Awww well isn’t that cute?”

He doesn’t see it as him

He sees them as like a little sibling 

Or maybe as his own little one

Hislittleonewithyou

He thinks its lovely that you find his tsum cute

“Well good to know you like glasses and green hair.”

#yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere riddle x reader #yandere riddle roseheart x reader #yandere trey clover #yandere leona #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus #yandere jack howl #yandere jack howl x reader #yandere epel felmier #yandere epel felmier x reader #yandere epel x reader #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yanderexrea #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

So this fanfic is based on @astarion-approves's post that I saw 9am and was left thinking about a oral fixation with this damn vampire lol

Rated: M

Taglist: @aurasyn

There are few moments of peace you get between traveling what feels like all over Faerun. The calm before another storm you must trek through to reach the goal of Baldur’s Gate. In these dark hours, when the moon is high and clouds are few or none, you sit with your lover. Peace and safety in the arms of another. A few words of affection, love, but then a slow turn to lust.

As is they could manage that right now as they both are creatures fascinated by the other and have been for quite some time. Slipping away from the camp to have each other and hear one another without the other complaining later about their volume. The morning after aches he leaves on you never quite leave you and he smirks with obnoxious glee. It is clear you are taken by the vampire.

Tonight, there is no ideal place to become wrapped up, no, tonight is a little spot secured for themself outside the camp in the temple of Shar. Here under the long abandoned temple and empty spaces with the echoing scurry of rats from time to time; they are going to see who bends first. A game that now has reached its head.

A grin on your face matches the grin on Astarion's face, tonight it is a battle of words. See who can have the other give into the temptation of flesh. Which to say Astarion is beating you at the game.

He knows he has this effect on you. Practiced and mastered rouge charlatan has you nearly on his to-be lap and soon to be begging for his touch.

You could give in, his words already have an effect on your body, but tonight you want those pretty lips to snarl at you as the last bit of his self-control snaps. Now, you know such a feat is going to take him down to his base level, and you have seen him and this perfect sweet spot. The rush of fresh blood from battle, adrenaline, and rush of desire for more; a hunger.

“Such a filthy mouth, Astarion!” And it is. Gods above it is! You have fallen into his tricks far too many times. Your elbow resting on the stone table as you stare at your cocky lover, both his elbows on the table as his chin rests on the back of his hands' little bridge.

“You like it though... don't you?” An arched eyebrow and sly smirk reveal just enough of his mouth to inspire a thought.

“Maybe, open it for me and I’ll tell you, cheeky bat.” Your other arm is placed on the table. This is going to have to be timed well.

Astarion chuckled, “An oral fixation? I’m learning so many delicious things about you, darling.”  Oh, he to learn a lot more in a minute. When is opens his mouth of course with a long purred out ‘ahh’, you strike… Maybe a little too quick because he almost bites down. You had to stop yourself from backing out of this as you recovered quickly with your head tilted to the side, your lashes low as you dared him with just a look, “Ah, no biting, love.” You say with a hint of intimidation, testing him yet being playful.

Astarion doesn’t bite, he obeys and you trying so hard break your composure with shyness.

Your finger wiggles stroking and lifting Astarion’s all too familiar tongue, “Good boy.”

That had taken aback Astarion; the cheeky pup behavior he used on you is perfectly executed by your actions and words. His eyes are half shut as you cut your finger to let him get the smallest of tastes, which you leave him with as you draw back your finger leaving him wanting more.

Yes, you believe you won this duel as you feel his foot under the table rub your leg then go further up.

“Something you want, love?” You tease with a purr you mimic similar to one he does to you when he knows he has won.

#reader insert #baldur's gate 3 #astarion bg3 #baldur's gate astarion #astarion #baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate 3 astarion #astarion x you #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x mc

[back2bluesidex]

Jungkook × The way I loved you (Angst and happy ending pls :(( )

The Way I Loved You - JJK

Pairing: Ex!Jungkook X Reader

Theme: Angst, a little fluff, exes to lovers au

Word Count: 1120

Song: The way I loved you

Warnings: heart break, unsatisfactory relationship and nothing else.

Minors and Karens aren't allowed in this blog!!

A/N: Thank you so much for this request anon! And I'm sorry if it doesn't reach upto your expectations. As I said earlier, I'm way too sick these days. However, I still hope you like it.

"This is not what I asked for, Jungkook!" You scream at the top of your voice. 

"You asked for time Y/N. And I am trying to give you time! Now what the fuck is your problem?" Jungkook screams back. 

"This is not time, Kook. You are asking me to shop for everything I need within 2 hours while the supermarket is 30 minutes away. You can't even spare me time for something as common as grocery. I don't know how trivial you think of me. I just-" you take your purse and storm out of the apartment shutting the door loudly behind you.

When you came back home that afternoon, you found no trace of Jungkook. You don't know why you had a faint expectation that he would cancel his schedule for you, he would give you some time, he would respect what you want, what you need, you just know you didn't get it all at the end. 

Jin nudges your side pulling you back from the grips of the past. 

"You okay darling?" He asks, concern dripping from his voice. That's when you realize you have been too lost in your thoughts to pay any attention to your boyfriend. 

"Ah- yeah. I'm fine." You reply, faking a smile as always. It's a good thing that Jin doesn't get how many smiles you fake in a day. 

"You look beautiful tonight." He places a soft kiss on your temple. Then he goes back to driving towards your destination. You smile again as your heart fills with guilt. 

Jin is a perfect boyfriend. He's handsome, has a decent job, he gets along with your parents really well, he knows how to cook, he respects your choices, he respects your privacy… All in all, he's everything a girl would want. But… he's not the one for you. 

There's only one flaw in your and Jin's relationship, which is that you don't love him. You have poured all of your love on Jungkook and your heart is now a wasteland, which sometimes bleeds during midnights and 2 in the mornings when you curse out Jungkook's name crying on the pillow. 

"Y/N look at me. Try to look into my eyes, okay baby?" Jungkook holds your body tightly in his as you feel the world around you is morphing into darkness. 

"Y/N, can you hear me?" He says again with a trembling voice.

"Yes I- I do." You manage to say. 

"Good. Now listen to me. I am here okay? No one can hurt you. I will never let any harm come near you. You know that right? My baby knows that." Jungkook hugs you with everything he has in himself. One of his hands rubs on your back as another stays wrapped around your waist. 

Jungkook always knew how to calm you down during your panic attacks. That night when a drunk guy followed you to your apartment and you lost your shit, he made you feel secure. You know no harm can touch you when you are under Jungkook's wings. 

You feel your eyes sting with tears. You still love Jungkook till this date. The breakup was mutual. Both of you decided to part your ways given the fact that the relationship was being too frustrating and complicated. But it feels too wrong now. It feels as if there's more to the story. Only now you know you feel way more for Jungkook than you ever thought you did. 

Hence, you feel like a criminal whenever you look at Jin's face. He's nothing but sincere, but you still can't love him. 

"We're here." Jin parks the car beside something like a park. 

It's seven in the evening and you don't know what he has brought you to this park for. 

"Park? I thought we were going to that steak house you love so much?" You ask Jin. 

"We will. But before that I have a surprise for you." He replies. 

"Surprise? Here? But it seems like it's gonna rain?" You stare at the angry red sky from the car window. 

"Don't worry. We'll be done soon." Jin mutters before getting out of the car. 

You two walk through the park with intertwined hands. The park is beautiful indeed, perfect for couples, perfect for taking cute photos, perfect for you and Jungkook.

Fuck! You're thinking of Jungkook again. You're thinking so much of him that you start hallucinating him. 

A figure sitting on a bench approx five meters away from you and Jin looks just like Jungkook. He looks way too much like Jungkook. He is Jungkook! 

No! This can't happen. You tug at Jin's hand trying to pull him towards a different direction. 

"No. You can't walk back, Y/N." Jin says, stopping on track. 

"What-" 

"Y/N.." you hear another voice. That familiar one that you love the most. It's Jungkook. 

"Jungkook.." your eyes start to sting again. 

"Remember I said I had a surprise for you?" Jin smiles at you. 

Your eyes widen as you look at him, "B-but how do you-" 

"I could detect your fake smiles from the very first week of our relationship, Y/N. All I had to do was to dig up a little bit." Jin's hand loosens grip on yours. 

"You deserve to be happy, Y/N. Even if it's not with me." Jin now faces Jungkook, "And you- Don't fuck up this time." With that he walks back, winking at you for one last time. And soon it's only you and Jungkook in this wide, vast park.

"How have you been?" You ask Jungkook. 

"Miserable. You?" 

"Same." You two stare into each other's eyes. Both of you are only moments away from bursting into tears. 

"I- I can't do this without you, Y/N. Life feels like a chore without you. I am only breathing. I have stopped living the day we parted our ways. I- just can't-" Jungkook breaks down into a loud sob. 

You take two steps towards him, placing a hand on one of his arms, you say, "Neither can I Jungkook. I felt like a criminal each time I looked at Jin. Each time I looked at him I only searched for you. I love you. I fucking love you. I never stopped loving you." Your own face is now covered with tears. 

The sky mirrors your emotions and starts crying too. 

You look up at the sky for a moment and then look at Jungkook, you find him looking at you already. He closes the distance between you two and places his lips on yours. You two get so lost in the kiss that you don't even care getting drenched in the pouring rain. 

Jungkook parts first, connects his forehead with yours and whispers, "I missed this. I missed screaming and crying and kissing in the rain. I missed you. I missed the way I loved you." 

"I missed you too, missed you like crazy, kook." You seal your lips with his again wishing it all to stay forever and beyond. 

#bts angst #jungkook angst #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #bts x you #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook #bts fanfic

[eddieboi23]

My last request I swear🙏

Wenclair x femreader Enid ignores Wednesday and reader tried to get them to get along with each other.

Don’t be stubborn

Wednesday Addams x fem reader x Enid Sinclair

(Wednesday )

Summary: Wednesday pissed enid off, so enid ignores her, and you obviously want your gfs to get along

Tw: threats, lovey stuff idk

Y/n)=your name

-this is thoughts-

“This is talking”

(Y’all are dating)

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You were currently watching your girlfriends screaming at each other in front of you.

Or more like, Enid was the one screaming while Wednesday was glaring at her.

Enid was pissed at Wednesday because you got hurt , once again , during one of her ‘adventures.’

You got over it pretty quickly after Wednesday patched you up, but Enid was livid.

“Enid- it’s ok really, I’m fine-“ you tried to reason before she interrupted.

“NO Y/N! It’s not ok! You could have died or something!!”

Wednesday rolled her eyes. “But Y/n Is not dead, Is she Enid?”

Enid scoffed loudly. “No but she could have!! And you don’t even care!!! I’m done, I’m out, enjoy being alone Wednesday!” Enid yelled before storming out, slamming the door behind her.

You press your lips into a thin line before looking at Wednesday. She was staring at the door, traces of hurt on her face.

You furrow your eyebrows and walked up to her. “Hey, Wednesday? Are you alr-“ you’re interrupted by a stiff hug.

“Ah-“ You hug wednesday back and rub her back. “Hey, Enid was Just angry, I’m sure she didn’t mean it. She’ll get over this in time!”

Wednesday sighs and let’s go of you quickly. “Perhaps you’re right. As If I do not care for you, I patched you up, did I not?“

You smile. “Yea. Plus you warned me I could get hurt, I did it regardless of you warnings, I’m sure shes just worried. Everything will be ok.”

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You couldnt have been more wrong.

Enid has been ignoring wednesday for a week, staying at either your dorm, or yokos.

Wednesday being stubborn, hasn’t tried to fix it, because she “didn’t do anything wrong.”

You decide to agree with both of them, because picking sides would be a death wish.

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You try to get them to hang out and get along, but soon enough you realize ASKING them isn’t enough.

You’re going to have to trick them, so you ask Thing to give them both letters to get to your dorm quickly.

The letter said you were seriously hurt.

Maybe it was too much, but you did what you had to do.

Hopefully you being hurt would make then set aside their anger?

Once they come in, Thing will lock the door behind them.

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“Ok thing, get ready They should be here soon. Those notes should get their attention quickly!”

You high-five thing and he goes and stands near the door, out of the way of being trampled.

Moments later you hear loud footsteps from down the hall.

One pair was worried and frantic, the other was meaningfully and quick.

You know exactly who was who.

You sit on a chair in your room and wait patiently, shushing thing. “Shh Thing they’re coming! Be prepared.”

Seconds later the door is flung open and both your girlfriends storm in.

“Y/N?!” “Y/n?” Enid screams, while Wednesday keeps calm.

“THING NOW!” You scream, making the two look at you questioningly.

Thing runs out, slams the door, and locks it from the outside.

Enid groans. “Y/nnnn whyyyy, why would you do this!”

Wednesday crosses her arms. “Yes inform me, why must I be in a room with HER?”

Enid whipped her head towards Wednesday with an insulted grimace.

“I should have know this was a trick, Thing wasn’t nearly as frantic as he should have been.” Wednesday scoffs.

Enid starts up . “Oh yea?! Well I didn’t want to be here with YOU e-“

You ball your fists and stand up. “Ok, that ENOUGH OUT OF BOTH OF YOU.”

You scream, both of them snap their heads to look at you, not used to such an outburst.

Enid starts up again, “y/-“

“NO” you interrupt. “No. I get to talk, not you, ME, because I’m tired of BOTH OF YOUR BEHAVIORS.”

Enid winces as Wednesday just stares at you.

“I shouldn’t have to yell at you, I shouldn’t have to treat you like children, but it seems I HAVE TO , to get you to understand!”

Wednesday opens her mouth, before you glare at her. “Zip it viper.” You state with a growl in your voice. She closes her mouth.

“You both are being immature about this. Enid your being too protective, I chose to go with her despite her warning, that’s MY fault not hers. We both know how dangerous being with Wednesday can be-“

Enid looks at her feet, Wednesday glares at you, and you nervously smile “And of course I love it, heh.”

Your smile drops. “And Wednesday, own up to something for once in your life. Even if you don’t WANT TO, you need to acknowledge Enids feelings and stop invalidating them. You may not FEEL sorry, but you should at least say it, like come on man.” You say as you cross your arms.

“Plus I miss my girlfriends. You may be trying to protect me, but this definitely isn’t the way to go.”

Enid sighs and looks at Wednesday. “She’s right…,I’m reallyyy sorry. I was just so mad, it seemed like you didn’t care at all, but I should know better. Forgive me..?”

Wednesday sighs and look away. “It seems an apology is in order on my part as well. I apologize for not, listening to your… feelings. I will attempt to better in the future.”

Enid squeals and hugs Wednesday, who begrudgingly hugs back.

You clear your throat and they both look at you. “I’d like an apologize too yk.”

Enid drags Wednesday over to you and hugs you. “Sorrryyyy n/n.”

You hug enid and look at Wednesday.

She looks back at you. “I also, apologize for my behavior.”

You grin and pull her into a group hug, then kiss both their cheeks. “I forgive you my loves.”

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hiii hope this is to your liking 😭💚

don’t be afraid to request more😌

Also I took your request and ran with it LMAO

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[threadsun]

JDA Asks: "The word silly has been stuck in my head for days now it’s just so silly and sounds cute and silly and I like the word :]

-JDA here-

I had a silly idea like- Doe with thunderstorms—

I mean he’s terrified of water and for some reason I believe he would also be scared of thunder, so ig thunderstorms are a nightmare to him??? He’d be looking for You to comfort him and hold him cuz he’s silly and acts like a scared cat,,, silly thought,,,"

Silly is such a good word!! Also yes, Doe would absolutely be terrified of thunder storms. Poor guy's gonna dissolveeeeee, he's miserableeeee!!!

Content: fear of thunderstorms, comfort

Doe's yelp is... unexpected, to say the least. You're used to him making sounds. He makes a lot of sounds. But yelping has never really been one of them. You're used to humming, crunching, giggling, chatting but... you've never heard him yelp before.

He sounds like a wounded puppy, whining low in his throat as the yelp subsides. He's cowering on the couch, curled into the corner and hiding behind his hair. It's... weird. Seeing him like this. He looks scared. That's another thing you're not used to with Doe. Fear.

"Hey, what's wrong?" You move to sit beside him, hand rubbing his knee as he draws them up to his chest. "Is it the storm?"

As if on cue, a loud rumble of thunder shakes the house. It's followed rather quickly by a bright flash of lightning, illuminating Doe's frightened face for a moment before you're sent back into darkness. You can hear the water pounding outside, and you faintly remember in the back of your head something about Doe being scared of water.

"Hey," you wrap your arm around him and he snuggles into your side. "It's okay, the rain can't get in. You're safe here."

Doe sniffles and nods, crawling into your lap to curl up against your chest. He's shaking, trembling like a leaf in your arms. You hold him, rocking him back and forth gently as you whisper soothing words to him. He seems to be calming down, at least until another rumble of thunder rattles the windows.

"Ah!" He yelps again, shrinking against you.

"Shhhh, it's okay. I've got you. Nothing's gonna hurt you."

He nods a little. His hair frizzes around him, puffing him up like a startled cat. It's kind of cute, the way he nuzzles under your chin for comfort and makes a low whining sound in the back of his throat. You can't help but enjoy the storm, holding Doe and comforting him as you both wait it out.

You hope Uncanny Valley gets storms often!

#john doe game #john doe x reader #gn!reader #18+ only #sunshine #jda

[builtbykittie]

Simple Mistakes

Jake kiszka x f!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Jake is upset with his performance, taking you to his dressing room after the show to relieve his anger.

This one was rushed and just a quick idea that came to mind after watching the videos of Jake slapping his fucking guitar so... my apologies 🫶

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, very brief alcohol consumption, SMUT, angry/rough Jake, oral (m receiving), fingering, impact play, pet names, unprotected sex (don't do it!), a touch of fluff

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A large smile grows on your face as you hear the boys start to exit the stage, incoherent words falling from whoever's mouth.

During the last song you rushed backstage, eager to see your boyfriend up close. His chest shining with a thin layer of sweat and his damp hair sticking to his beautiful neck.

You shake your head to yourself and shove your thoughts away for later as you see Danny's tall build descend down the stairs.

"Hey!" Danny smiles, approaching you. You take a step toward him, reaching out your arms for an embrace "Danny! You guys were amazing, as always."

"Thank you," Danny smiles taking a step back, a slender arm wrapping around his shoulder. "Hey Y/N, Jake's pretty upset, be careful," Sam shakes his best friend's arm, his lips curling up into a shit eating grin.

You nod your head, biting your cheek to stifle the smile pulling on your cheeks. Whenever Jake was mad he would take you to his dressing room and fuck you until you were seeing stars. His mood was usually dependent on his performance, if he didn't believe he did his absolute best he would not be satisfied.

"Jake, you did fine! Will you stop?" Josh's irritated voice gets louder as him and his twin brother get closer. "No I fucking did not, Josh! You heard me mess up!" Jake storms past you, Josh stopping in his tracks at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hi Y/N, I'd be careful if I were you," Josh sighs, planting his face in his hand and holding the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "Yeah I know," you say in an alarmingly calm tone. You slowly make your way to Josh, extending an arm to rub his back with a tender smile "you were great, don't worry about it. The fans loved you."

Suddenly, your name is being called from the hallway. Turning back, you see Jake waiting for you with knitted brows "I should go." You start to drag your feet towards your boyfriend, ignoring the devious, all knowing smiles that were just on Danny and Sam's faces.

"Hello handsome," you smile softly, hoping to at least get a smile back or a kiss, but instead, he grasps the meat of your arm and impatiently pulls you in the room. He slams the door behind you, chugging a glass of what looks to be bourbon and slamming the fragile cup down on the desk, "on your knees."

You follow his demand, sinking down to your knees while he eagerly unbuttons his pants. He drops his pants, his boxers straining against his already rock hard cock. "Come on princess," he pets your hair, bucking his hips forward as a way to tell you to take off his underwear.

You bring your shaky hands up to the band of his boxers, your hands visibly trembling as you pull the fabric down. His angry cock springs free and slaps against his abdomen, throbbing and practically begging for your touch.

Before you can do anything, his hand is grasping the back of your head and shoving your mouth down on his length. "You gonna let me fuck your face, dirty girl?" All you can muster up is a hum against his cock in agreement, not daring to disobey him any time soon.

"What's that?" He pulls your mouth off of him by your hair. "Mm, yes sir," you moan, tears already forming in the corner of your eye. He's shoving your mouth back down on him before you could even blink "what a good girl."

You begin to bob your head faster along his length, bringing your hand up to stroke him as your wetness begins to pool in your panties. "Ah ah ah," Jake shakes his head, watching as you try to situate yourself for any sort of friction. "I promise I'll fuck you doll, you just need to be patient," he wipes your smudged mascara, jutting his hips forward to fuck himself deeper into your mouth.

"I can imagine how hard it is to be patient for such a slut like you," he glides your head along his length, groans coming from deep within his chest as you hum around him. You never were the type to like being degraded, that was until you met Jake, his degradation fueled a fire you didn't even know you had inside you.

"Fuck Y/N," Jake groans, he was dangerously close, his hips moved in an irregular pace and his cock twitched inside your mouth. Suddenly, he releases you from his grasp. Pulling back, you take a deep breath and close your eyes as he wraps his hand around his cock and tugs, his warm release spurting all over your face.

"Better?" You ask, wiping some of the ivory slick off of your flushed face, bringing the digits to your mouth and pressing them against the flat of your tongue. "Absolutely not." He groans at the sight "stand up."

Of course you listen and rise to your feet. He begins to walk, shedding the jacket off of his arms and collapsing on the couch. With his back against the arm of the sofa, he brings his legs up to lay down and signals you to come over.

Slowly, you start to climb onto his legs before you are pulled down on top of him, his hands keeping an iron-clad grip on your hips. He bends his knees so you can slot your legs in between his, viciously attacking your lips with his and biting down on your lower lip.

"You don't need this, do you?" He growls, tugging on the hem of your shirt. "Um.. no," you mutter, feeling his warm cock resting hard against your inner thigh under your skirt.

You don't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't for him to fully tear the fabric off of you. The shirt was an old band tee that you cropped at home, it was pretty evident that it didn't have much value to you. He then unclasps your bra and throws it to the other side of the room.

"I'll get you a new shirt," he grunts, and in a swift moment you're being flipped around so that your back is flush against his chest.

Jake grabs the hem of your skirt and hikes it up to your stomach, pulling on the band of your panties and letting it snap back down on your skin "take these off for me, darling." You quickly pull them down, unable to wait for his touch any longer.

Wrapping his arms around your body, he squeezes your breasts with one hand and snakes the other down to your warm core. "Did you hear me out there?" He groans as you grind against his length "I fucked up, a lot."

Suddenly, his fingers meet with your clit and instantly begin rubbing merciless, quick circles around it. Soft moans emerge from your lips, progressively growing louder with each circle of his fingers.

Releasing your nipple from his other hand, he covers your mouth "shut up, Y/N." A loud, muffled whimper escapes from your lips as he slides two fingers inside you, pumping in and out of your oozing cunt.

Jake begins to fiercely curl his fingers up inside you, eliciting yet another muffled whimper from you. A familiar pressure begins to rise in your tummy and your walls begin to quiver around him.

"My beautiful toy, are you close?" He growls in your ear just before pressing a kiss to it and sucking on a sweet spot behind it. To your inconvenience, he removes his fingers from you and brings them to his lips "fucking delicious."

You whine against his hand, desperate for release. Suddenly, he raises his hand up and brings it down with a smack against your core causing you to let out a cry into his hand, the pain was undeniably pleasuring.

Your loud moan elicits another slap against your heat. "You like that, don't you?" Jake purrs into your neck as he lets go of your mouth, tilting your jaw so that you're face to face with him. You nod your head yes with a whine, trying your hardest to kiss him despite him dodging you.

"Let me hear you say it pretty," he flicks his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Yes, Jake. I fuckin' love it," you cry, reaching down to toy with his cock. "Oh you little whore," he snarls, throwing you off him to the other side of the couch.

"Get up," he stands in front of you, holding on to the base of his cock with an unimaginable grip. You'd been so good this whole time, might as well have fun.

"Or what?" You smile, giving him the best 'fuck me' eyes you possibly could.

"Or I am going to tie your hands behind your back and force you to watch me get myself off," he pumps his hand slowly around his length "stand. Up."

You bite your lip to hold back the excited giggle threatening to leave your mouth at his words, frantically standing up in front of him. Without letting go of his cock, he grabs you and carries you over to the desk, bending you over and pushing your cheek into the cold surface of the table.

"Look at you," he purrs, grabbing your hair and lifting your head up so that you're face to face with your own reflection in the mirror. "Do you like being thrown around like this?" He presses your cheek back down into the desk, pulling your skirt down so that it rests at your ankles and flicking the tip of his cock through your soaked pussy.

"Yes, sir," you moan, knowing full well it'd get a rise out of him. A deep groan leaves his mouth just before he lands a slap against your ass eliciting a yelp from you.

Without warning, he's shoving himself inside you in one quick thrust. The sting of his beautiful cock stretching you out hurts so good "Jake!"

Your cry of his name earned another slap against your ass followed by him digging his fingers into the red flesh. By now, he knew exactly what made you fall apart, exactly where to thrust and where all of your sweet spots are. He practically knew your body better than you did.

With each thrust he hits a soft spot, your moans becoming harder and harder to keep down. "Fuck! Jake you feel so good," you cry, reaching back to grab his hand.

"Y/N, shut the fuck up," he growls, ripping his hand away from yours and covering your mouth "you don't want my brothers to hear how much of a whore you are for me, do you?" You shake your head under his grasp, crying against his hand once again as he smacks your ass.

While still viciously thrusting inside you, he lifts you up by your face so that your back is against his chest for the second time tonight. Letting go of your face, he presses a surprisingly soft and passionate kiss to your swollen red lips.

Suddenly his kiss starts to make sense as he's slamming you back down against the table, the glass that was once filled with amber liquid has now toppled off the table, shattering on the floor. "Shit," he mumbles, thrusting harder inside you as he stares at the sticky broken glass.

Now the head of his cock is brushing against your cervix as he pushes himself inside of you with full force. Slapping your own hand over your mouth, you shriek his name at each movement of his hips. His hand slowly wraps around your neck, squeezing ever so slightly but enough to make you look back at him with a fucked out expression.

You reach back and grasp his hip, digging your nails into his smooth skin as he hits your g spot over and over. Jake bends over, his hot breath fanning over your ear "cum for me baby." You're sent straight to the edge, the band of pleasure inside you snapping as he hits your g spot in one last sharp thrust.

His hand slaps the tender red skin of your ass while his warm release fills you up, his thrusts significantly slowing down. "Jakey oh my god," you giggle, forehead pressed against the desk that is now warm from the heat of your body as he loosens his grip on your neck.

"Jake! Y/N! What the fuck just happened!?" Sam's voice calls from outside the door, he must've heard the glass fall. After waiting for a response, he starts again "well I hope you're both fucked-out now because we're leaving in 15 minutes, with or without you."

You look up at Jake who's hands are resting gently on the hot swell of your ass as he catches his breath with a smile. "You okay?" He brushes his hands over the red marks he left on your body. "Are you?" You giggle watching him in the mirror as he nods his head with a smile.

"You ready?" He asks, preparing to pull out of you. You nod and nuzzle your face into your hands as you get ready for him to exit you. He slowly pulls out to keep from startling you, you let out a quiet, breathy moan at the sensation.

Slowly, he helps you get your skirt back on and helps you stand on your wobbly legs. "What about my shirt?" A red tint becoming evident on your cheeks as you point at the torn piece of clothing on the ground next to the couch.

"Oh, yeah," he chuckles to himself as he walks over to his bag, searching for clothes. Picking your bra off the ground, you look back to see Jake's extended arm handing you one of his white button down shirts.

You both get dressed in silence, unable to handle the quiet any longer, you start to giggle. "What's so funny?" Jake smiles, looking back at you unable to keep your composure.

"I don't know," you chuckle, tucking the shirt into your skirt and making your way to your boyfriend. "Hey why is this one still buttoned?" You smirk, toying with one of the buttons on his shirt.

"What? Do you want me to just go shirtless?" He smirks, grabbing your hands that had just unbuttoned 2 more. "I mean that would be nice but you just always have those unbuttoned," you giggle, sinking your face into his chest and breathing in the smell of his cologne and sex that lingers on his skin.

"Hey, you were wonderful today," you smile up at him "don't worry about messing up, I'm sure the fans couldn't even tell." He brushes his fingers through your hair and cups your cheeks, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "They're just... Simple Mistakes. Everyone makes them," you whisper to him with a smile as he wraps his arms around your body in an embrace.

"We better go," he pulls back, marveling at your post-sex look which he's seen a hundred times with a smile. "What about the glass?" You question, drawing a line on his chest with your finger. "We can get someone to clean that up," he smirks, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"Well let's go then," you nestle your head into his chest with a large grin and warm pink cheeks. His other hand comes up to stroke your cheek and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear "I love you."

"I love you too, jakey."

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#greta van fleet #greta van smut #jake gvf #jake kiszka #jake kiszka smut #gvf smut #greta van fleet imagine #jake kiszka fanfic #gvf #gvf fanfiction #greta van fleet smut #jake greta van fleet

[chiquititaosita]

vale valeee 🫣

so, i was thinking, you know how when we get mad, we speak our native tongue? so like, i wanted to request monster trio + law getting yelled at by reader in spanish

(you know how moms be like “ve hacer tal cosa” and we either forget and do it wrong or forget to do it at all?? bueno, reader tells them to help them out with something y como no lo hicieron, reader starts complaining and yelling about “yo hago todo aqui” 🤭)

les da miedito pero la verdd les gusta el matrato 😫

(mentira 👀) idk if that makes sense pero if it doesn’t i can elaborate more ☺️

a/n: OMFG YESSS!!! and I wrote like a slight Drabble for it! On sanjis nickname post oml

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ yelling at monster trio + law in spanish

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ Luffy

- if he’s not being serious, or something which is all the damn time

- Consider it’s your job to be like a certain mother figure besides his amor

- first it was the gentle parenting technique,

- “Luffy, can you please move your feet im trying to scrub the deck ?” Y/n is looking over at him, trying to be patient

-“sorry y/n can’t talk rn! Maybe later!!” Luffy will then mess up your whole cleaning

-you didn’t mind it.

-But the then there’s him trying to help you, when you don’t need help.

- “Luffy did you and ussop take out the trash like sanji asked y’all too?” You ask him as you’re trying to make some

-he’s nowhere to be found when you ask him this. but then after

-“ah ah ah! ¡Lávate las manos, Cabron!!” You’ll slap Luffys hands and speak in a semi- stern tone but in a calm manner when he tries to eat the carnitas you have.

-“come on just a little bite babeeee!!!/——“

-“NO!” You’ll explode and the whole ship hears you. You’re so angry and tired of trying from being stressed out.

-“I have to do everything around here god damn it! Please just help me with shit if you want to be a good boyfriend por favor!!” Y/n is just thankful to have some shit being done.

-“NOW HELP ME OR YOURE NOT GETTING MY PORTIONS OF FOOD!!” Then he IMMEDIATELY STARTS TO UNINTENTIONALLY CLEAN THE DECK AND HELP SORT OUT HIS LAUNDRY… let’s be honest luffy never does his laundry

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ zoro

-will instantly yell back at you

- “y/n why are you mad at me!?”

- “YOU BROKE THE LAUNDRY BASKET!”

-“IT WAS IN THE WAY WHEN I WAS TRAINING!!”

- you slap him and groan mumbling you have to do shit. You’re not even going to complain with him right now

- that is until a couple of hours later some random ass bitch at the bar y’all were at, was literally trying to pick a fight with zoro. And talk shit. And you were sober the whole time.

-“HIJOLE a chingada wey!! Nobody talks shit about my man but me!!” You slap the guy with a chancla aiming like a super Latina mom. And literally defend your moss head novio whose found a nice sleeping place, sitting down.

-“NOW YOU YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO WIPE AMD CLEAN THE TOILET BEFORE YOU FLUSH MR!”

-“Y/n you’re embarrassing me!-“

-“I DONT GIVE A RATS ASS IF IM EMBARRASSING YOU! I ONLY ASK YOU TO DO ONE THING ONE THING!! AND YOU BARELY DO”

-he’s picking you up and you’re kicking his chest to put him down.

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ sanji

- “Y PUTA ALA MADRE WEY!!” You’ll be storming out angry. if sanji sees you angry it’s best for him to not try and ask…

- he’s learned the hard way.

-“VINSMOKE SANJI!!” You know when a Hispanic woman yells your government legal name, you’re fucked

-“Yes Mon amour??” He’d asked you in a kind manner

-“why isn’t the FLOOR MOPPED!?”

-MALE WIFE.EXE ACTIVATED

- the last time he talked back to you he cried, and begged for forgiveness like down on his knees and holding your legs.

-“Aye cabron get off!!! i forgive you i’m just telling you next time to use fabuloso.”

- he finds it adorable when you’re mad and punched your cheeks

-you’ll bite his finger and he’s gonna be like. “OW!!”

-“beloved what’s wrong?”

-silent treatment and he has to start guessing and do everything around the house. but really it’s because she’ll only yell at him without her goodbye kiss. or her love letters on the napkin with her liquado (smoothie en español de tex-mex)

˗ˏˋ꒰🍓꒱ Law

-oh hell no

-he forgets what he signed up for.

- “CALLATE WEY!!!” The minute you throw a chancla at his head he’s not even pissed he’s just laughing because you got him good

- “shut up for one minute will you y/n-ya.” He regrets it. You start causing a scene and then embarrass him, if his crew steps in. They’re not gonna like it they just say out of it.

-last time penguin almost lost a finger. While doing the chores. Doing the laundry’s and cooking.

-“ NO YOU LISTEN TO ME GOD DAMN IT!!!! MOTHER FUCKER WHO HATES IT WHEN HIS FOOD IS TOUCHING BY A SMIDGE!”- you grab him by the ear. “Ugh I have to do everything for him.”

-“oh really?” Law would reply out of frustration, and throwing you over his shoulders just to fuck some sense into you. Because you got mad you needed dick in his office. Now you’re still complaining, because his room office is a mess.

#monster trio x reader #law x y/n #law x latina! reader #monster trio x Hispanic! reader #˗ˏˋ꒰🐄 ꒱ one piece x reader #˗ˏˋ꒰🐄꒱ one piece imagines #˗ˏˋ꒰ 👹 ꒱ monster trio #˗ˏˋ꒰🕊️ ꒱ sanji #˗ˏˋ꒰🗡️ ꒱ zoro #˗ˏˋ꒰☠️ ꒱ luffy #˗ˏˋ꒰🩺 ꒱ law #monster trio x hispanic reader #༊*·˚ ositas master list #one piece x latina! reader #ੈ♡˳ one piece x latina reader

[peaches2217]

Perhaps some 🤒 for Luisley?

🤒 - Needing to be looked after

Overstimulated

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The click of the front door opening, muffled though it was through the walls of his bedroom, brought Luigi out of his self-induced trance. That would be Mario. Back so soon?

When there was no call of “Weegee, sono tornato!”, the dread fluttering within Luigi’s stomach beat its wings even harder, exacerbated by the perpetual overstimulation that buzzed throughout his limbs and core. A silent Mario was rarely a good thing. That usually meant he was angry or deeply saddened or so thoroughly baffled that he had to retreat into his thoughts to make any sense of his own feelings, and given the context under which he had left the house…

What did he say? Was he upset? Those thoughts tumbled through Luigi’s head in a maddening rush, and as terrified as he was of the answer, he needed to know. As unusually light footsteps padded towards his room, he cocooned himself beneath his blankets, as if their soft fabric could cushion the blow of whatever he was about to hear, and steeled himself.

“Ch-che ha detto?” he called out to his brother. “Era… arrabbiato?”

The voice that responded was not Mario’s.

“Ah! There you are!”

Luigi’s blood froze within his veins.

He tossed the blankets aside and sat up just as the door was thrown open, and the sudden slam of wood against wood sent a jolt through his body that made him clap his hands over his ears. The all too familiar figure in the doorway, his bold chartreuse and white and gold standing in stark contrast to the cottage’s cozy interior, jolted as well.

“Commoners’ abodes,” Peasley muttered beneath his breath, eyeing the door with a mix of contempt and bemusement. “Why must your doors be so ludicrously lightweight?”

The disdain in his eyes might normally draw a chuckle from Luigi — he could practically see Peasley storming into the office of Toad Town’s primary contractor and causing a scene, because how dare the great heroes of the Mushroom Kingdom be given a home constructed of anything less than marble and solid gold — but today he flinched away from it. 

This wasn’t happening. Surely this wasn’t happening.

Remembering all too suddenly the state that he was in, Luigi dove beneath the covers once more. Maybe he hadn’t been seen. Maybe he could still save face. Maybe the fabric could swallow him whole and put an end to this nightmare before it began. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“What am I doing?” Peasley repeated, his tone thick with mock-offense. “My love, what wouldn’t I be doing here? Is it not one’s most sacred duty to tend to their loved ones in times of need?”

His voice came nearer as he spoke, and beneath his shroud of cotton and down, Luigi gulped. His pulse throbbed in his ears, his heart threatening to rip through bone and sinew right out of his chest. “Please don’t worry,” he said, though his voice shook far more than he would’ve liked. “I— I’m sorry I couldn’t make it today! It’s just, y’know—”

“‘Shroom fever’, correct?” Peasley drew the question out, his voice calm, but laced with something that sounded like amusement.

He didn’t buy it. Immediately Luigi’s throat tightened, and he inhaled sharply, willing himself not to start tearing up.

He expected his blankets to be pried away any moment now, for Peasley to expose his unkempt, lying face and see him for the great big mess that he truly was. The mattress dipped beside where he was curled into a pathetic heap, and his muscles tensed, preparing for the worst.

But it never came.

“Yes, that’s what the red one told me.” The amusement was still there, but now it sounded softer, more affectionate than accusatory. “I must say, he’s not too terribly convincing a liar. He would have held no qualms in seeing me to your bedside if you were ill, but he couldn’t give me a good answer for why this time was different.”

Luigi winced. He hasn’t considered that.

“You can’t tell him what’s going on,” he’d pleaded to his brother half an hour earlier, arms hugging his chest tightly in a futile attempt to stave off the effects of sensory overload. “Just, like… tell him I’m sick. Tell him I’ve got shroom fever or something!”

Mario, though sympathetic, had been disapproving. “He’s gonna have to know eventually. Come on, you know as well as I do that it won’t change anything.”

“But what if it does? What if he thinks I’m pathetic?” 

“Then he never deserved you in the first place,” was Mario’s response. 

Of course, that answer brought Luigi very little comfort. He felt bad enough when this happened, when his oddly-wired brain decided for no good reason that all sensory input was suddenly a thousand times more overwhelming than what he was used to, that getting out of bed was just too great a struggle as a result. For it to happen on a day he was supposed to meet up with the love of his life? The thought that he might lose said love for something so pathetic as this? Luigi couldn’t even begin to comprehend the ease with which Mario suggested that might be okay.

Peasley chuckled now, the sound resonating from deep within his chest. “Your fraternal devotion to one another will never cease to amaze me. No matter my insistence, I couldn’t drag an answer from him. He merely said that my right to know was entirely up to you.”

Frustration and gratitude grappled for superiority in Luigi’s mind. Of course Mario would never go spilling Luigi’s business. But he would have allowed it just this once, just to save himself some heartache.

If he was going to lose Peasley’s respect, he would have preferred it to happen from a distance. He didn’t want this front-row seat to his own undoing. The air beneath his flimsy fortress was hot and stale, and he felt sweat beading at his hairline.

“…It’s nothing,” he finally attempted, meekly.

“Hmm. Well, it’s something to you, and thus it’s something to me.” A rustling of fabric, and then the lightest of indents in the mattress next to his head. Peasley’s hand. “Do you mourn, my love? Might this be the anniversary of some tragedy? Or perhaps you’ve lost something dear to you?”

Not yet. Even thinking as much constricted Luigi’s airway once more, so he shook his head in response.

Peasley hummed again. “Might this have to do with your condition, then? Your anxiety, or your… awe-tee-sum, was it called?”

“Autism,” Luigi corrected automatically, and instantly he flinched at his own haste. “It’s… it’s nothing, I promise. It’s dumb.”

“Ah. So that’s a yes.”

Peasley still didn’t move. He sat perfectly still, his hand never once inching closer, an invitation that Luigi was welcome to accept or decline as he saw fit. He wanted nothing more than to reach out into the still air and take that hand, hold onto it with all his might, have some sort of solid proof that he wouldn’t be abandoned in spite of his brain telling him such an outcome was inevitable.

“…What else did Mario say?” he ventured instead, because Peasley had never been the sort to keep his hands to himself, and he had a sneaking suspicion his elder twin had something to do with that, too.

“He said I would do well to speak quietly and refrain from touching you without your permission,” Peasley confessed, “lest I would have scooped you into my arms the moment I heard your voice.” Another chuckle, and this time Luigi almost had the heart to join in. “I confess, I still don’t quite understand. But I would like to help. Will you acquaint me with your struggles, my dear?” 

Acquaint me with your struggles. Now this was the phrase that bounced about Luigi’s skull, because it made no sense whatsoever. They were supposed to be on a date together. They were supposed to be out and about, enjoying food and nature and being a normal couple (as normal a couple as a human nobody and a Beanish prince could be, anyway). But instead Luigi was cooped up at home, too overstimulated to function like a regular personal, and Peasley had every right to be upset with him for balking on their plans and being a waste of oxygen and organic matter.

And for some reason only the Star Spirits could attest to, he wasn’t. Literal royalty sat at Luigi’s side, addressing him with fondness and requesting understanding of his inadequacies. 

That was reason enough for Luigi to untangle himself from his blankets and pull them down, just enough to peek up and ensure the creature beside him was, in fact, not some fantastical fabrication from deep within his own fantasies.

“There you are.” Deep brown eyes beamed at him, revered him as a god among men, and for a moment Luigi felt that maybe he really was. “I feared I might not get to see that beautiful visage at all today.”

A swirl of conflicting emotions bubbled up within Luigi: confusion, joy, sadness, shame, filling every crevice of his body and compelling him to act. Hesitantly, he pulled the covers all the way down; the shedding of those protective layers made the buzzing in his limbs intensify, and the fresh air sent a chill through him, but breathing it in felt refreshing, even renewing. He filled his lungs, reached out, and accepted Peasley’s invitation at last.

The prince’s hand was pleasantly cool to the touch, and just as he had hoped, its stable presence calmed his racing heart. He tightened his grasp and tugged in order to pull himself up and scoot into an upright position. His head spun and his mouth was dry, but Peasley was here, and he would at least hear him out, and the loving gaze he fixed Luigi with gave him the courage to explain.

“Sometimes,” he began, “I… I mean, half the time, n-nothing’s wrong, everything’s fine, but for some reason the world is too loud and too bright a-and everything… hurts. It’s all just…” He balled his free hand into a fist and clenched as tightly as he could, and that at least lessened the buzz in the corresponding arm. “...too much.”

“Is that so?” Peasley said. There was genuine curiosity in his tone, sympathy in his eyes. “And today is such a day?”

Luigi nodded. “And I-I promise I tried fighting past it today. I didn’t wanna let you down, but…”

“Let me down? Luigi, I would never ask you to exceed your limitations for my sake.”

“But my limitations are—” He swallowed as well as he could, given his tongue felt woolen in his mouth. “Don’t you think it’s… don’t you think I’m kinda… kinda pathetic?”

The question gave Peasley pause, and where Luigi half-expected a denial, he was given only silence. But this silence wasn’t tense or uncertain; Peasley touched his index finger to his chin and cast his eyes aside, lips puckering and brows furrowing, the charmingly goofy expression of a Bean deep in thought.

He was… he was actually giving it serious consideration. And somehow that made his answer mean so much more than an immediate reassurance would have.

“…Not particularly, no,” he ultimately decided. “There are days where even I, skillful as I am, don’t feel quite up to par, and oftentimes there’s no good reason for it. Would you think less of me for such a thing?”

“Wha—? O-of course not!”

“And I think no less of you in turn.” Drawing Luigi’s hand to his lips, he pressed a tender kiss to his knuckles, his well-moisturized lips soft against the tight and dry skin.  “Thank you for teaching me more about yourself, Greenie. I loathe to see you struggle, but I’m grateful that you would share those struggles with me.”

Once more Luigi’s heart raced, but no longer with fearful anxiety. Was this really possible? He was so certain he’d ruined Peasley’s day, so certain the repercussions would haunt him for years to come, and yet here he was, showering him with love and accepting him at one of his lower lows.

This wasn’t happening. Surely it wasn’t happening. 

But it was, and the relief and gratitude and affection that flowed through his perpetually overstimulated body made Luigi want to slump forward, fall into Peasley’s arms, wait out the unpleasantness in the safety of his embrace.

At the same time, the thought of so much physical contact… he shuddered and relaxed his balled fist. Maybe holding hands was as much as he could manage today. But suddenly the thought of being alone again terrified him. “Will— will you stay? I-I don’t know where Mario’s at but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind—”

The smile Peasley flashed was both pleased and knowing. “Oh, rest assured, he’s not too far. He said he’d remain in the living room while we spoke.” Leaning in, he added beneath his breath: “Though I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s been listening in all this time. You know you have an excellent brother, do you not?”

At that, Luigi laughed, a mousey but authentic laugh. “You have an excellent brother” was Peasley Code for “Your brother has implicitly made threats against me that could have him declared a war criminal in the Beanbean Kingdom because he cares far more for your well being than his own.”  Mario trusted Peasley and the two were good friends, sure, but he could get… rather intense when it came to his beloved little brother’s heart.

“Sorry about him,” Luigi whispered back.

“Rest assured, I’m happy for it! The more people looking after you, the better.” Peasley leaned back once more and stood, but he didn’t let go of Luigi’s hand. “Would you like some water?” he asked at his original volume. “And perhaps some lip balm? You’ve been licking and smacking your lips this entire time, you know.”

Luigi’s tongue darted between his lips automatically at that statement, and he realized Peasley was correct; not only were his throat and mouth still dry, but his lips were cracked. A bad habit of his, admittedly, and one he was never conscious of until someone else pointed it out. “Please. But—” He paused then, because making requests of a prince still didn’t feel quite right.

Thankfully, he didn’t need to make the request. Peasley gave his hand one more tight squeeze before dropping it and answering the silent question aloud.

“I’ll be only a moment,” he promised as he backed out of the room. “Nothing in all the world could convince me to leave your side, my love. You have my word.”

And though he still trembled in discomfort as his boyfriend took his leave, Luigi relaxed against the headboard, closing his eyes and sighing softly, because he knew it was the truth. Come hell or high water, full-functioning days or overload days, he knew now more certainly than ever that Peasley had no intention of abandoning him.

And he had to admit, that was a nice feeling.

#phew! this got long #I've got a note on my phone with short blurbs detailing the planned plots for upcoming wips #this one's blurb was literally just 'autistic burnout bitches' #I saw this prompt and knew IMMEDIATELY where I wanted to go with it so thank you so much for this #super mario bros #smb #luigi #prince peasley #mario & luigi superstar saga #m&l rpgs #luisley #luigi x peasley #peaches' fancy fics

[sharksandjays]

You know that scene in Skybound when they are heading to Tiger Widow Island and the storm comes??? Yeah this is pretty much a rewrite.

I just love the thought of them being able to sense their elements. I had to implement it.

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Their voyage was going pretty well, the waters were calm and the skies were clear. Cole stayed towards the middle of the deck, nervously looking at the water that splashed aboard every once in a while. Nya was below deck with Lloyd checking the rations for the long trip. It was quiet. Cole was almost tempted to ask Zane to play something--the man was a literal walking spotify for first master's sake! But he left the nindroid alone, sitting alongside Cole quietly (probably talking to his girlfriend in his head the lucky bastard) knowing he was about just as comfortable as he was with the surrounding of water. Hell, even Jay seemed irked by their waterlocked situation--Cole noticed him glancing to the sky longingly every so often as if thinking about making this ship fly as well. Speaking of Jay, Cole was a bit worried about him. He was sitting quietly at the stern, mindlessly flipping through a book published by Cliff Gordon--his newfound birth father. Every time Cole went over to talk to him, Jay just gave him a vague response, not looking up from his book. He had seemed so excited to flaunt Cliff's money and boat and house to them before, but his previous excitement was gone. Cole felt for him, he really did. The situation must have just dawned on him. He knew the feeling of having a deadbeat dad, but he was sure having a dead deadbeat dad must've been a whole new pill to swallow. So he gave him some space. Lloyd finally emerged with Nya from belowdeck, both of them carrying large coolers and baskets. Nya had her hair tied up in a tight bun, whereas Lloyd didn't seem to get the memo and yelped when his hair whipped around his face. After laughing at him for a moment, Cole approached him and stared at the baskets. Food? Lloyd read his expression, and gave a delighted laugh. "Yes, Cole. There's plenty of food. Whoever owned this ship must've had whole parties down here!" Cole sideyed Jay behind him, who just kept flipping through his book, and shook his head, laughing nervously. "Yeah they must've."

He eargely waited for Lloyd to sit down and open one of the baskets, almost immediatley becoming religious the second he saw the sea of sandwiches and baked goods waiting for them.

Soon enough they were all munching on a sandwich, sitting contentedly on the deck while sharing vague plans to get the Tiger Widow venom. Jay was the only exception, of course, being the only one who hadn't accepted food and still sitting at the stern silently.

Without his usual...animated exclamations, the silence was certainly felt. Eventually the group fell into a comfortable silence, Lloyd and Nya cuddled together on the floor of the deck, and Cole and Zane sitting staring at the sky, all stuffed up with more food that they had in days.

It was also more peace than we've had in days. Cole thought happily, arms tucked beneath his head as he cloudwatched. Until suddenly, as if the universe itself wanted to prove Cole wrong, Jay's head snapped up. He stuffed his book under his arm and stood, instantly gaining all of their attention. Cole saw lightning flash in his best friend's eyes and his heart sunk. Ah, he knew that look. It was the same one he got when he sensed an earthquake…when Zane sensed a blizzard…when Nya sensed rain… Jay's expression was firm, and sparks crackled along his arms, seeming to pull towards the direction he was staring at. "Storm's coming."

#VERY stupid thing #im not very good at writing #i just think lightning is NEAT #and i love their connection with their elements #it makes me very happy #ninjago #ninjago thoughts #ninjago jay #ninjago cole #ninjago lloyd #jay walker #fanfiction