#i had too much fun drawing her biceps

[bakakween]

the only reason fem!Zoro would wear a wedding dress

#one piece fanart #one peice #artists on tumblr #straw hat pirates #bakakween.arts #blackartists #roronoa zoro #zosan #vinsmoke sanji #digitalart #procreate #fem sanji #fem zoro #fem zosan #black leg sanji #i had too much fun drawing her biceps #i had to give her the swords #i genuinely think she wouldn’t get married without them #draw your otp #why was the veil giving me so much trouble tho

[g1rld1ary]

you never disappointed me ; luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

part one part two part three part four

➻ synopsis: charles beckendorf wants to go out with silena beauregard more than anything. one problem: she's not allowed to date until her shrewish older sister does, so he and percy come up with a plan. (10 things I about you AU)

➻ word count: 2783

➻ warnings: swearing ooc/kind of loser!luke, ooc silena, she/her pronouns used for reader

➻ this'll be a few chapter so this is p1!!!

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Charles Beckendorf arrived at Camp Half-Blood when he was fifteen years old. It was a wonder he’d lasted out in the mortal world so long with his significant stature, height enough to attract monsters, but Percy — his tour guide — guessed it was probably his more reserved nature which had kept him under the radar.

“Thank God it’s you showing me around,” Was one of the first things he’d said, “When you start things like this it’s usually all the kiss-asses that greet me.” With six schools under his belt, Percy knew what he meant all too well.

“Nah man, we’re chill. And if we get this done quick then you can meet my friends, we know how to have the real fun here.”

And so they embarked on their tour, Percy dutifully pointing out all the most important places around camp. First was the Dining Pavilion, where they met Grover as he chewed on some of the tin-can remains of lunch. Then came Thalia’s Tree, under which Annabeth was drawing out a map that Charles didn’t understand in the slightest but Percy explained was a strategy for capture the flag. After that they walked past the sword fighting arena, where they caught a glimpse of Luke in the middle of a fierce duel. They both passed quickly, and Charles got the distinct impression that you weren’t supposed to interrupt Luke when he was fighting.

As the two got to the lake, Percy explaining it was where most people hung out when they had the time, Charles faltered in his steps. Percy looked back to where he was frozen and followed his sightline to Silena Beauregard and rolled his eyes.

“Who is that?” He breathed.

“Don’t even bother, bro,” Percy replied. “She’s off limits. It’s a well known fact that the Beauregard sisters aren’t allowed to date — they’re only here over the summers and their dad is crazy strict about it for some reason.”

“But she’s so—”

“Self-centred? Shallow? Silena is all looks no substance, dude. You can do better.” Percy ushered him away but Charles was still daydreaming about the beautiful Aphrodite girl.

The tour was just finishing up by the Climbing Wall when they first saw you. You held the camp record for it, and so had been delegated the responsibility of teaching the younger kids. Today though you’d had to rescue a cocky bastard from getting obliterated by lava, singeing the fabric of your camp shirt all over your left shoulder, and you were not in a good mood.

Just wanting to get back to your cabin for a change of clothes and some ambrosia, you were certainly not in the state of mind to stop and chat with a new camper. So when Percy and Charles came along blocking the whole fucking path, you didn’t hesitate to yell “Move!” Pushing past them in a huff. You wouldn’t usually be so rude, but you were pretty sure your shirt was fusing into your skin which was so not what you needed. Plus, they were in the way. Beckendorf’s bicep was warm from where you’d shoulder-checked him with your injury.

“That’s your dream girl’s older sister,” Percy snorted, used to your disagreeable personality.

“That’s Silena’s sister?” Charles asked incredulously, “But she’s…”

“A shrew? Yeah. I’d watch out for her, and kiss your dreams of going out with Silena goodbye. Now c’mon, I’ll show you to your cabin.” Charles followed mindlessly, still thinking about the two Beauregard sisters.

When people thought of you, the consensus was pretty much this: Silena Beauregard’s older sister, and the most heinous bitch at Camp Half-Blood, a title you were extremely proud of. Whilst you really didn’t think you were that bad — in fact, you considered your actions quite reasonable — younger campers cowered away when you marched through camp and the older ones rolled their eyes when you spoke. Just the way you liked it. It wasn’t exactly unusual, camp had all sorts of kids living there, not everyone was going to get along, but it was pretty unexpected for you as a daughter of Aphrodite.

You didn’t get along with most of your siblings, despite all your efforts as one of the elder campers. You thought it was ridiculous that they wouldn’t participate in camp activities, regardless of the reason. What good was having all that beauty if it was wiped off the face of the earth by a monster? There were a hundred rumours flying about to explain you and your attitude, the most popular being that you were the secret lovechild of Aphrodite and Ares, which explained your affinity for fighting and permanent bitch face. You knew better. For one you shared too many of your dad’s traits not to be his child. Plus, Aphrodite had a long history of being associated with war in Ancient Greece which everyone at camp just conveniently forgot in favour of writing her children off as useless and vain. You hated it, and you refused to be who they wanted.

Even your favourite sibling was the polar opposite to you. Silena was a few years younger than you, and by all accounts was the model of a perfect Aphrodite child. Gorgeous, of course, and usually kind and patient. In your opinion, she was kind of annoying and self-absorbed, but you chose to believe she meant well so you could keep tolerating her. You didn’t know how the only two blood-related siblings in your cabin could be so different from one another, but it had been that way since you were fourteen and she was twelve.

You had made it back to your cabin, and your shoulder was all bandaged up after your shower. You were just flipping through The Bell Jar, your latest novel, when Silena came stomping into the cabin, waving a letter frantically through the air. You could assume what it was about.

“This is so unfair!” Silena whined, “Daddy doesn’t even know Ethan!” Ethan was the new boy Silena had been obsessed with recently, writing incessantly to your father in an attempt to get him to take back the no dating rule.

“What, can’t go swap spit with the vermin of the earth?” You exaggerated a pout. She sneered at you in the mirror.

“Worse. Now he’s saying I can’t date until you do, so now I’m going to die a stupid old virgin because of you!” You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Have you ever considered there’s more to life than finding a boyfriend? Or, big shock I know, maybe I’m just not interested in the sweaty, uninspired pigs that are supplied here?”

“You suck!” She huffed, turning on a kitten heel and barging out of the cabin.

“You suck!” You mocked, turning back to your book. You knew Silena was really pissed at you for being so stubborn, but you hated the thought of changing your opinions over a man of all things.

Silena, in her frustration, was wandering around Camp Half-Blood to let off some steam. Charles, fresh from a kayaking lesson, spotted her across the beach and scrambled to catch up to her. Remembering what Percy told him about her not participating in many of the camp’s activities, he came up with the idea to offer his help to finish a project in the forges to get Chiron off her back. Silena seemed surprised but happy enough to agree, and Charles was ecstatic.

“She’s agreed to go to the forges with me!” He told Percy excitedly, and Percy raised an eyebrow.

“Do you even know how to weld?”

“Well, no, but I will!” As much as Percy liked the new kid, he was definitely a handful.

Charles’ first session with Silena didn’t go exactly as he’d hoped. She showed up already looking bored, and not keen to start off with a simple sword as he’d proposed. Soon he gave up with any welding, choosing instead to try and get her know better.

“If you’re not really into this we could try something else? I saw someone welding some metal flowers, you know, for like a date?” That caught her attention.

“Are you asking me on a date?” At his shy nod Silena couldn’t contain her slight laugh. “That is so cute! What’s your name again?” Charles told her quietly.

“Well, my Dad’s just changed our family rule — I can date when my sister does.”

“That’s great! So all you’ve gotta do is find someone who’ll date her!”

“One problem, Cameron-”

“Charles.”

“My sister is, like, totally antisocial?”

“Yeah, but people jump out of planes and stuff all the time! It could be, like, extreme dating!”

They both looked across the forge where you were working, fixing up your favourite sword after an Ares kid had done quite a number on it. You had on both your signature outfit and expression — long, practical jorts with your camp shirt tied in a knot and a dangerous bitch face.

“The oversized look is out, Beauregard, didn’t you read last month’s Vogue?” Ethan was hovering around you, trying his hardest to get a rise out of you in front of his friends.

“Run along, dickwad.” You refused to blow up at him, knowing it would only be used to make you look hysterical and unbalanced later. Plus, Ethan would get bored sooner or later and find someone else to taunt.

As Charles recounted this story to Percy later that night at the bonfire, all Percy could do was groan.

“Charles — Charlie — I really wanna like you, man, but this is probably the most stupid thing you could have done. I know they’re hot, but it’s not even worth getting involved with one Beauregard sister, and you’ve just gotten yourself tangled with both — and not in the way that most guys dream about.” Charles flushed at the innuendo.

“I think you’re wrong about Silena, I think she’s worth it. I just have to figure out how I can set her sister up with another guy.”

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Percy laughed, hitting Charles’ knee twice before turning away to talk to Annabeth. Charles spent the rest of the night trying to hatch a plan.

Early the next morning he got Percy on board, albeit very reluctantly. Percy brought Charles over to every single guy he could think of in your age range, begging them to take you out. The responses varied from a nervous shake of the head to Travis Stoll laughing in both boys’ faces.

“Why would I go looking for a kick in the balls?” He asked, still wheezing from his initial outburst.

They found themselves once again at the bonfire, both disheartened. Percy at having wasted a day all for this new guy he barely knew, and Charles that he was no closer to getting a date with Silena. Finally, somewhat eager to get this distraction over with, Percy came up with an idea.

“What about you just pay someone to go out with her?” He asked, and Charles considered the idea for a minute, it wasn’t half bad.

“I have literally no money,” He settled on finally, and Percy rolled his eyes.

“So you get someone else to do it for you,” He suggested, and Annabeth joined the conversation with suspicious interest.

“Like a backer?” She asked, at Percy’s nod she bit her lip, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, guys, it seems like it could really backfire on you. I mean, what if she finds out? I heard she once tied a camper to the lava wall just for looking at her wrong.”

“She won’t find out! I mean she only has to date so Silena can, it doesn’t have to be a long term thing. She goes on enough dates for it to qualify, then they break up while it’s still casual and I can go out with Silena!” Charles explained excitedly, but Annabeth still looked skeptical.

“Plus, if we have a backer, none of the blame will go to my man Charlie here,” Percy added helpfully, which swayed Annabeth a little.

“Okay, well be careful,” She said, leaving for the dining hall to be distanced from the plot.

Percy thought the answer to who the backer would be was pretty obvious. Whilst most of the boys at Camp Half-Blood wanted to sleep with Silena, Ethan White was both rich and desperate enough to agree to it. Plus when Percy Jackson was telling you you’d look great with a girl, you generally listened.

All that was left was to find someone to set you up with. The boys used the bonfire to scope out their options, but it wasn’t looking good. For one, you didn’t even show up to bonfires if you could help it, and it was anyone’s guess what you did instead. Rumours said blood sacrifices but Percy was almost completely sure that was a lie. Truthfully you were sitting up on the roof of the Aphrodite cabin, enjoying the peace and quiet of the camp when no one else was around.

They were about to give up, Percy trying to find the right words to let Beckendorf down easy, when they saw Luke. Luke, with his brooding eyes and his cigarette, sitting on his own at the bonfire with headphones connected to a mortal mp3 player. Luke, who had never quite been the same since he returned from his quest — rumours swirling about the horrors he’d faced that he refused to speak on.

“I think we’ve found our man.”

It was easy to convince Ethan to get on board, he was so overconfident in himself and his looks he would never suspect that Percy or Beckendorf had any ulterior motives. It was equally enjoyable to watch Ethan try and approach Luke to get the plan in motion. Percy and Beckendorf were sitting with Percy’s friends on the beach the very first time Ethan spoke to Luke. He was all macho confidence, still trying to play the tough guy. Luke looked up at him from his place sitting on a rock, barely moving his head to give him any attention. The moment of eye contact meant Ethan knew Luke had seen him speaking, and the abrupt walking away communicated his absolute lack of interest. It took a gargantuan effort from Percy not to burst out laughing then and there.

The second conversation went a bit smoother. Ethan had a metaphorical tail between his legs, temporarily giving up his ego to be the smaller person in the conversation. That got Luke’s attention, having known Ethan and his antics for years at that point. And then Ethan explained his plan. Luke couldn’t contain his laughter — a sound Camp Half-Blood was rarely graced with anymore.

“Yeah sure, Sparky,” He laughed, almost wheezing in an uncharacteristic show of emotion.

“Look,” Ethan stressed, “I can’t take out Silena until her sister starts dating — their Dad is super strict and has this rule—”

“Touching story, not my problem.” Luke moved to put his earbud back in when Ethan stopped him.

“Could it be your problem if I provided generous compensation?” Luke had forgotten Ethan’s mother was filthy rich. He looked him dead in the eye.

“You’re going to pay me to take out some chick? How much?” He asked, entirely disbelieving.

“Twenty bucks” They both looked down at you on the volleyball courts, spiking a ball into a girl’s stomach with so much force she keeled over on the ground. You had the decency to look mildly apologetic while the opposing team glared at you.

“Fine. Thirty.”

“Let’s see,” Luke smiled something devious. “If I’m taking her out it means leaving camp. That’s a lot of risk I’m pursuing for you, plus the costs of taking to her somewhere — the movies maybe. And you know inflation lately, let’s say seventy-five bucks.”

“This isn’t a negotiation, burnout.”

“Fifty bucks and we’ve got a deal, Fabio,” Luke countered, knowing he had the upper hand. He had nothing to lose. Reluctantly, Ethan forked out a fifty. All that was left was for Luke to get you to go out with him, how hard could that be?

#giasfics˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ #love #luke castellan #pjo tv show #percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #pjo series #percy jackson show #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan fanfiction #luke castellan imagines #percy jackson #percy jackson tv show #pjo tv series

[simonrillleyyysss]

… opinions on simon making cute little bimbo gf get off on his abs? .. 😫

i read this and audibly went ‘HELLO’

cw; afab reader, dumbification undertones

simon knows you love how strong he is—who wouldn’t?? big, beefy behemoth of a man with biceps big enough to crush watermelons, maybe even people, thighs huge enough that he could probably snap your arm with them !

“oh! wow, you have so many veins sisi!”

“yeah? all f’my girl, scare all the men off.”

you’re constantly praising him when he comes back from the gym, you’re busy pampering yourself, hair nicely doneup and makeup neatly applied, lips parting slightly as he walked through your bedroom door, sweaty n’tired

glaring back at him through your mirror, smiling softly and turning in your chair to glance at the figure, who was currently sliding his hoodie off and spraying on some deodorant, sitting in the edge of the bed.

“have fun, simon?”

“s’pose so, fuckin’ windy out there.”

spreading his legs, you giggled and gently plopped yourself down onto his thigh, hands resting against his plush chest, thumb drawing small shapes into his vest, a grin teasing the corners of your lips.

he’s so tired!! sighing and burrowing his face into your shoulder, he’s shattered—writing up reports all night, workin’ so hard f’you both :(( he knows you’re exhausted, too—pretty missus barely able to keep her droopy eyes open!

presses chaste little kisses to your neck, hand gently moving across your thigh and squishing the soft dough, watching you bat your pretty little lashes, bright eyes staring at him!

“y’tired, bird?”

“lil’ bit, yeahh..”

“m’ere, sit up.”

he instructed, laying back on the bed and cupping your bum, gently shifting you forward with no effort—sliding his vest over his head afterwards.

“you’re so strong, si! i dunno how you did that so easily!”

“yer’ like dust, fairydust, doesn’t take much effort.”

eventually, he had coerced you into grinding against him, propping himself up on the pillows slightly as you straddled his waist, clothed cunt gently grinding against his abdomen.

“oh—oh my..”

the blonde chuckled, rough hands gripping your hips and assisting you, moving your pussy back and forth across his bulky tummy, leaning up to pepper kisses along your cheeks, your pants slick with arousal :((

doesn’t let you off till you’ve cum twice! your eyes gently fluttering back and lips sealed together in a fine line, thighs gently shaking with overwhelming pleasure, patting your back when you’re done—praising you!!

“such a good girl, aintcha’?”

“did it like a fuckin’ champ, y’tired? come on, wanna sit on si’s cock? you want that?”

when you nod, he’s immediately fishing his cock from his sweatpants <3

#ghost x reader #ghost imagine #simon ghost x reader #ghost smut #dilf ghost #ghost is babygirl #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley fanfiction #simon riley fanfic #simon riley x reader #simon riley headcanons #ghost simon riley #ghost x female reader #ghost x feminine reader #bimbo!reader x ghost #simon ghost riley headcanons #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost smut #💞} riley speaks<3

[herarcadewasteland]

Stolen Glances

A/N: Because of @shinestarhwaa. Now, I dont write a lot of smut so bare with me but sans hands are just.... yeah.

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SMUT MDNI 18+

-Choi San x afab!reader ft. seonghwa

warnings; fingering, choking, squirting, slight degradation (i think thats it)

Your relationship with San was solid. You trusted each other, you loved each other and you had so much fun together. Now, it’s not to say that your sex life with him was lacking, but you kept it pretty basic, his schedule too busy to allow for much exploration. But his hands. His gorgeous hands that flexed with every movement, the veins popping and begging for your attention when he moved. It was becoming a problem for you, your attention drawn by them constantly which led to San becoming concerned about your sudden lack of attention and zoning out. In truth, it wasn’t zoning out. It was you daydreaming of all the ways he could ruin you with just his hands. His thick fingers thrusting into you roughly, dancing along your clit or wrapping around your delicate throat, applying just enough pressure to make you lightheaded from lack of blood flow.

“Y/N??”, San waved his hand in front of your face.

Your eyes widened as you made eye contact with him, a question on your lips before he spoke up again.

“Are you okay? You were doing that… zoning out thing again…”

“Yeah, I’m okay! I just…”, you trailed off, your eyes wandering back to his hands as he itched his knee. 

“You don’t seem very okay… Seonghwa!” ,San suddenly shouts for his older member, footsteps thundering through the hall as Seonghwa swings around the door frame panting.

“What? What’s wrong? Who’s hurt? What broke?”, his eyes scanned the room frantically for anything broken. 

“Nothing is broken, calm down!”, San huffs, his arms crossing and drawing your attention to his hands as they curl over his biceps, “Y/N is acting weird. See? She’s doing it right now! She keeps staring into the fabric of the universe and it’s scary.”

Seonghwa heaves a sigh, his hand rubbing over his forehead, “I can’t do anything about that, Sannie. Just distract her.”

He leaves the room quickly, San sighing after him as he watches you zoned out. His arms uncross as he watches over you, your eyes following his hands. San makes an interested noise, noticing your gaze focused on his hands. He files the information away, reaching out to shake your shoulder.

“Oh… I’m sorry Sannie.. I must be really tired for some reason.”

He nods along with your excuses, leading you to bed gently where you fall asleep fairly fast. Even if you weren’t actually tired, you definitely needed your sleep. 

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The next morning was slow. San had a day off so he was able to lounge around with you in the apartment. Starting the day with a nice french press coffee sounded like heaven for the both of you, your messy hair endearing to San as he began to prep the coffee. Your eyes were drawn quickly to his hands, his veins more prominent than usual in your eyes as you rested your head on your hand. San noticed your staring again, a small smirk on his lips as he began to accentuate the smaller movements. Flexing his fingers, rubbing his palm slower when the muscles started to ache. It held your attention without fail, not even noticing San’s growing smirk or the dark look in his pretty eyes as he watched you watch his hands. An idea came to mind, his smirk reaching Hongjoong heights as he finished pressing the coffee. A soft throat clearing from him had your eyes snapping to his, a blush settling on your cheeks as you met his eyes. 

“Coffee is ready, love.”, he slid a cup over the counter to you slowly, watching as your eyes snapped back to his hands.

“Thank you Sannie~”, you hummed quietly, taking a careful sip of the coffee.

“How is it?”

“Oh my god this is so good, Sannie! You did such a good job.”, you practically moaned into the cup, taking another sip.

“Thanks, love. I’ve got to ask you something though.”, he turned in his chair to face you head on, his eyes holding yours captive.

“Of course, you can always ask me anything, you know that.”

“Mhm. Well… I’ve noticed your staring…”, your eyes widened as he smirked at you, “And now I can’t help but wonder, what’s got you so distracted by me, love?”

“Yo- I uh- It’s not-”

“Shhh shhh shhh. It’s okay, I find it quite flattering that you find my hands attractive enough to spend hours staring at them.”

You blushed harder, your face hot to the touch as you squirmed on the chair. If you had paid more attention to anything but his hands in your daydreams, maybe you wouldn’t be having to stutter out excuses to your boyfriend as he watched you with a smirk on his pretty lips. 

“Don’t worry, love. We can satisfy your little problem, can’t we?”, his hand crept from the counter to your shoulder slowly, your eyes struggling to stay on his as his fingers settled on the base of your neck. 

“Stand up for me, darling.”

You followed his instruction without hesitation, the weight of his hand comforting you as you stood in front of him, trembling. A slight squeeze from San had you whining, his eyes tracing your features slowly, taking in the blush and every detail he could of your face in that moment. He stood up soon after, his height dwarfing you and making you feel small as you stared up at him, his hand trailing to your shoulder where he gave you a slight shove. You moved easily, compliant under touch as he guided you to a wall. Another whimper escaped you, your hands resting on his broad shoulders as he lowered his head to place a line of kisses from your jaw and down your neck. Your eyes fell closed as you basked in the feeling of his soft lips on your skin, his hands trailing gently up and down your sides. 

“Look at you baby, all fuckable just for me.”

You whimpered at San’s words, your hands tugging his head up to push your lips together, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip before you let him in, fighting for dominance as his hands changed direction. His left hand trailed gently to your neck, his fingers wrapping around it as his right hand tugged down the cute panties you wore under his shirt. The kiss was intense, stealing the air straight from your lungs as San applied a small amount of pressure to your neck causing you to part from his addictive taste with a gasp. Your eyes rolled back, hands tugging at San’s mess of hair. His groan spurred you on, another tug to his soft locks and you were hoisted to wrap your legs around his waist, his hand tracing small patterns on the inside of your thigh as you squirmed in his hold. 

“You’re dripping, love. I can feel you already and I’m not even touching your pretty pussy.”

You moaned in frustration, hands tugging at his hair again until he chuckled and ran a finger up your slit slowly, collecting your juices to rub small, fast circles on your clit. 

“P-please Sannie, stop teasing!”

He cooed in mock sympathy, his finger slowing on the sensitive bundle of nerves to listen to your whines grow in volume until he thrusted one finger into your heat, a groan leaving his lips the same time you moaned. 

“That feel good, baby? Exactly like you were dreaming about? My fingers deep in your slutty pussy?”

You whined loudly, wrapping your legs around San’s waist tighter as he increased the pace of his finger. The hand around your neck tightened just enough to have you clenching on his finger, his pace slowing as you nearly trapped him in place. A chuckle escaping his pretty lips as he ran his thumb over your clit to relax you, your nails leaving crescents in his shoulders as you tipped your head back against the wall. 

“Awe are you close already, love?”, his teasing tone dangling you over the edge of your orgasm.

Nodding weakly against the wall, you opened your eyes to meet his lust filled gaze, the darkness hiding just behind it all as you held eye contact nearly sending you head first over the edge. You needed a little more, San’s finger teasing you right to the edge but holding you there. 

“Sannie please.. need more!”, you whimpered to your boyfriend, his eyes narrowing slightly as you dug your heels into the small of his back.

“Is that right? My poor baby can’t cum with just one of her boyfriend's fingers? You need more?”, his tone was condescending, tears springing to your eyes at the teasing tone of his voice and the edging he was unconsciously putting you through.

A small nod answered his questions, the gentle hand around your throat dropping to your hips as he slid another finger into you, your moans catching in your throat. San’s lips ran a feather-light path up your neck, his tongue leaving a small glistening trail on your skin. His cock pressed against the inside of your thigh, the weight of it making you whine and shift closer to him, your hands settling in his hair as he left marks down your neck. The wet sounds of your pussy echoed around the kitchen, a small logical part of your brain reminding you that San had roommates. The thought was quickly banished as San picked up his pace, the finger on your clit moving faster as he thrust his fingers into you rougher. The pleasure built with the volume of your moans, his grunts at the tugs you gave to his hair sending you over the edge finally as your eyes rolled back, legs tightening around his small waist as you spasmed around his fingers. Whispered praise in your ear registered slowly as you came down from your high, San’s finger running gently over the bundle of nerves to work you through your orgasm. 

“You did so good for me, baby hm? My good girl cumming so hard for me~”

San placed gentle kisses on your head as his fingers left you, your legs falling to the floor gently with his help as your vision returned to normal. The soft smile on San’s lips greeted you first, a flustered one taking over your own as you watched his gaze trail downwards to his pants. You followed curiously, a gasp leaving you as you took in the wet spot on the front of San’s gray sweatpants. 

“That was so hot, love. Next time you want my fingers though, all you have to do is ask.” 

You whined in embarrassment and slapped his chest gently, a blush reheating your face as he smirked. 

“You did not just fuck in my kitchen.”

San’s head snapped to the entry way of the kitchen with yours, Seonghwa’s disgusted gaze scanning your forms quickly before he glared at San. 

“We didn’t fuck!”, San rolled his eyes, “Just fingered her.”

Although mumbled, Seonghwa caught it and gasped in outrage, a slipper suddenly in his hand as he chased you and San from the room. Safe to say you would bring up any interests you had to San in the safety of his bedroom from now on.

#herarcadewasteland #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #ateez smut #ateez fic #choi san x you #choi san x reader #choi san x y/n #choi san smut #smut #ateez hard hours #san smut

[cheollipop]

HIII :D

Can you write a little drabble about dom Yunho and fem reader ignoring eachother after an argument and so y/n comes up with a plan to tease Yunho while he’s busy ignoring her and playing video games and then he ends up getting worked up and it then leads to rough sex 🙈 (sorry if this is too much lol)

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

hi anonnie!! this... thisssssss egsjbks omg gamer bf!yunho AND mad!yunho?? yummy YUMMY- ahem, this was very fun to write, and i may have gone a bit overboard with it oopsie. also, been in a playful mood lately, so you get bratty!reader~ happy reading ^^

pairing: jeong yunho x fem!reader

w.c.: 1.6k

tags: smut, oral (m), make-up sex, lots of cum talk bc... teehee, yunho's kinda mad but turns soft, reader's a little brat ><

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

Eyes trained on the screen before him, spattered splotches of red masking his point of view as his player failed to block the incoming stream of bullets, his fingers stuttering over his keyboard as loud yelling blasted into Yunho’s ears, his friends’ voices contained within the worn-down cushions of his headset. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance, partly because of the insults being thrown his way as he struggled to aim his sniper, but mainly at his inability to recall how the argument he’d had with you a couple hours ago had even started. He wracked his brain for an answer, but all he came up with was the menacing smile stretching your lips when you walked into the room hours after he’d stormed off, opting to bully eleven-year-olds online with his friends, camping at their spawn point and watching them grow frustrated with his unfair tactics.

The situation flipped, though, once your smile disappeared underneath his desk, your body hidden under the polished wood, and Yunho nearly cursed at the missed view of your delicate hands undoing the strings of his sweatpants. He wasn’t mad at you, he could never be, even more so when you had your fingers wrapped around his cock, tongue drawing circles around his head and collected the occasional spurts of precum as he grew harder in your grasp. He shuffled in his seat, containing a groan before it could leave his lips when you took his length down your throat, your lips meeting the digits wrapped around his girth before pulling off for air. Yunho wasn’t sure how many games he’d lost so far, only that his friends were growing frustrated with his silence, but he didn’t dare speak, knowing his voice would give away the nature of the situation he was in.

Brushing off the blonde locks obscuring his vision, he attempted to return to his position at the enemy’s base, only for you to flatten your tongue along the underside of his cock while sliding him back into your mouth, waiting until the tip prodded at your uvula before swallowing around it. To his luck, the startled grunt drawn out of him aligned with his teams’ nth loss, and his friends returned to their endless berating.

You pulled off him again, resting your head high enough on his thigh to stare up at his flushed face over the edge of his desk—eyes glazed over and unfocused as they gazed back at you, his lips bitten raw and a pretty rose tinting his neck and the sliver of his chest peeking at you over his collar. Your hand remained on him to smear your saliva down his length, squeezing at his base and back up to twirl around his cockhead, all while watching his composure slowly breaking down and his impatience seep into his features. With hesitation, you moved your eyes off him and to the pretty, bright pink painting his angry tip while it leaked translucent liquid that mingled with your spit, leaning forward to lick a stripe over the throbbing vein decorating his shaft.

You heard deft fingers pressing over the keycaps followed by the loud clang of his headset hitting the wooden desk, his thighs retracting as he rolled his chair back, and his hands squeezed around your biceps to hold you up. Forcefully pulling you to your feet with him, the snarky remark died on your tongue as he pushed back onto the bed, a sudden exhale blowing out of your lungs when you landed under him.

“Had your fun?” the deep baritone sent a shiver down your spine. Looking up at him, you took in the sweat pilling on his forehead, and you unsuccessfully attempted to wiggle out of the grasp he had around your wrists.

You bent your knee enough to dig into his hanging cock, the corners of your mouth twisting upwards when he jerked back. “Seems like you did too.”

You saw his eyebrow twitch again before a firm hand grabbed at your jaw, his other hand working your bottoms down your legs, two fingers pushing between your walls before you could even think of a retort. But you simply giggled, amused by how worked up you’d managed to get Yunho. You pecked the palm covering your lips, breathing out airy moans as he repeatedly pressed his fingers into your g-spot. He scissored his fingers, watching hot arousal dripping out of your cunt to seep into his duvet, cursing under his breath while using it to lube himself up.

“Can’t believe you,” he mumbled after releasing your jaw, leaning down to press himself flush with your chest, hands on your hips while he sunk into you, a melody of grunts and moans bouncing off the walls as he ground into your pussy, making sure you took every last inch of him. “Fuuuck, so fucking tight for me, aren’t you? Even when you’re being a brat,” he pressed his lips to the smile stretching yours.

Your smile wavered, playfulness fading away as you held his face to gaze into his hooded eyes, “are you still mad?”

Your whisper halted his insistent grinding, sparing you from the delicious glide of his cockhead over your walls to press a kiss to your forehead, “I could never be mad at you, sweetheart. I’m sorry it seemed that way,” the hands holding your hips wrapped around you, one cradling the back of your head and the other on your lower spine, holding you so close you could hear his racing heartbeat.

You knew this didn’t solve the problem, and that you’d have to sit down and talk about it again soon, but Yunho’s hold—so warm and tender—set a veil of tranquillity over your moving bodies and erased any significance tied to your previous argument.

But Yunho was still desperate, brimming lust mingling with his desire to make love to you, his hold gentle and yet his hips were merciless. He slammed his cock into your cunt, breathy ah's blowing over the side of you neck while he drew out orgasm after orgasm from you, his length pulsating within your heat as pleasure seared through your bodies. Your thighs trembled around him, and your hips ached when he flipped you over, grabbing your ass to pull you back onto his cock while his other hand pushed your head down into the mattress, taking what he needed from you and revelling in the sweet moans he got in return.

Overstimulation mingled with pleasure, and you tuned out your surroundings save for the choked grunts Yunho blew against the shell of your ear, the flesh of your ass growing raw with his repetitive thrusts, the back of his thighs slapping roughly against your skin.

“gonna come,” he panted, “gonna fill you up all the way, yeah baby?”

You rambled incoherently into the sheets, the hand holding your head down tangling into your hair until dull pain shot through your scalp. Moaning a succession of “yes” and “please,” Yunho held you in place while he emptied thick ropes of his cum between your fluttering walls, doing just as he said he would: filling you up all the way, until the heat spread into your womb.

Yunho brushed the hair off your face to watch your pupils disappear, rutting his softening cock into you to push you further over the edge, aiding you down from your high with skilled rolls of his hips and kisses peppered over your skin, groaning at the tight squeeze of your cunt around him. When overstimulation jerked your body away from his grasp, you reached back with heavy limbs to push at his hips, sighing once his thick length slid out of you, and you missed the string of cum connecting his cockhead to your leaking hole. But Yunho eyed it until it broke, sliding his hands up your spine and flattening his body over yours, his weight held up by the elbows digging into the mattress by your head.

Pressing kisses to every patch of skin he could reach, yunho brushed away your tears with the plush of his lips, kissing over your shut eyelids while breathing in your uneven exhales. His pretty angel, he couldn’t believe how beautiful you were, especially after you’d milked him dry, always so beautiful when you were stuffed full of his cum. Covered in sweat, shirt sticking to your trembling figure, your cunt oozing the translucent liquid while it clenched uselessly around the chill air.

You craned your neck to look at the man hovering over you, clothed chest brushing over your back with every breath he drew in. He looked just as ruined—a pretty flush painting his cheeks, eyes soft and brimming with adoration as they mooned over your expression. You wondered what face you were making, and why it seemed make him so starstruck.

“We good?” You breathed out into the air between you, a hopeful glimmer in your eyes.

Yunho focused on the spit drying over your lips, the line of drool going down to your chin reflecting the light from his monitor. His cock twitched in interest where it lay snug between his lower belly and your ass, and he rolled his hips experimentally, your sweet arousal around the hardening length gliding smoothly over your skin.

He hummed, meeting your hopefulness with an innocent smile, though the hint of slyness hidden within the gesture did not go unnoticed. Rolling his hips once more, he enveloped your body completely, resting some of his body weight over you while he whispered in your ear, a dribble of his cum seeping out of you as you squeezed around nothing.

“I think I might need a little more convincing.”

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[hastyprovocateur]

Popcorn (Modern!Abby × Reader)

Summary- Abby and reader plan a quiet, laidback movie night, but reader gets derailed quickly.

Word count- 1.2k

Cw- sexual content, mature themes, fluff

• The jiffy pop blew up on the stovetop, giving off a warm buttery scent, filling the kitchen up with it. Abby had dealt with the pull-out couch already, clouding it with the fluffy comforter from your bedroom. You stood bent over the counter in your t-shirt and underwear, hearing the corn splutter and flower inside the foil.

• "Babe…” Abby appeared at the kitchen entrance, clad in boxers and a vest for the night. “Hey…” you wink at her as she sauntered closer, putting her hands on your hips, running them up and inside your t-shirt “Popcorn will be done in a minute” you place your hands on hers from over the shirt, resting on your belly.

• “I got the couch and DVD ready” Abby whispered against your neck as you swayed in place, her fingers tracing your ribs, meeting at your navel. “Fight Club again?” you feigned annoyance, and Abby snorted. “God… I can repeat those dialogues by rote” you lament even as your conscious fizzles at her touch, the warm cotton of her boxers rubbing against your butt. “It’s Top Gun” Abby laughed, and you exhaled in relief, resting your head back on her chest “Much better.” You hear the remaining kernels pop, twisting the gas knob off. “Much… much better” you turn around, letting Abby lift you onto the marble counter.

• “Can’t have you bored on movie night” Abby drew you closer, her cupped hands pulling your hips against her torso. “It’s house rules” you nod gravely, resting your arms on her shoulders, entangling your fingers in her dirty blonde hair at the back of her neck. “You talked to Lev?” you check again, and Abby nods “It sounded like a racket… he barely said anything” she laughed “Too buzzed for the sleepover, I guess.” “Someone’s having fun…” you kiss Abby’s nose as she slides a hand up your back, the back of her fingers nestling into the dip in your spine “And we’re not…?” she whispered against your lips, playfully nudging your chin up, leaving little pecks along your jawline.

“Our fun is about to start…” you utter through parted lips with closed eyes.

• Abby pressed play on the remote, extending her arm across the pillow for you to lay down on. You bring over the bowl of popcorn, carefully setting it down on Abby’s lap as you nestled next to her, resting your head on her shoulder. Her body against yours, almost scooping you into her big frame. The starting credits rolled with the background music playing.

• You trail your fingers up her forearm, curling over her sizeable bicep. “Comfortable?” she whispered against your neck, warm breath blowing over your skin, raising your hair on end. “Yeah” you chuckled, dabbing a freckle on her arm “Hope I’m not crushing your arm” you mumbled, getting a nudge back “When have you ever?” Abby curled her arm around you, sandwiching your face between her muscles “Now let’s watch our movie, shall we?” she kissed the top of your head, resting the remote on her chest as she turned her focus to the bright screen.

• You’d gotten distracted barely a quarter into it, lightly digging your fingertips into Abby’s arm, watching it rise back up. Soon, you resort to repeatedly pressing your cold lips onto her warm skin, like a teething baby. Yet to get a reaction from her. You pout, throwing a glance around the low-lit drawing room before you turn around, eyes affixed on Abby’s freckled face as you wormed closer. You trail a finger along her jaw, staring at the bridge of her nose. Her pale blue eyes sparkle with the shifting colors on TV.

• “Babe” you innocuously lean in, kissing her chin and waiting for her to turn to you. When she doesn’t, you slowly pepper her neck and jawline with more kisses, arm sneaking across her chest. “Babe” you almost whine, your voice breaking from how badly you love and desire her, snapping her out of the movie watching. She pressed pause on the movie, biting her lip as she set the popcorn on the nightstand, turning her attention back to you.

• “Are you bored or horny?” she hooked a finger under your chin, resting the pad of your thumb on her cheek as she inquired. “I just…” you drag your words out, eyes unable to meet hers “I can’t focus when I’m with you… it’s your fault.” “Is that so?” Abby pulled your face close, laughing against your lips “How do I fix that?” her face sobered, chest heaving ever so slightly as she trailed a hand below, grabbing your butt from over the comforter.

• “Abby…” you exhale as she mounted you, slowly sinking down onto your body, her hips cupping yours. Give me all your weight, you’d always tell her in bed despite her initial apprehension. Your hands travel around her hips, snaking into her shirt and up the soft skin of her back as you pull her closer, lips grazing ever so curiously. Abby yearned for more, returning for a deeper and sweeter taste, weaving in and out of kisses and sharp breaths. Abby slid her tongue down yours, her arms propped on either side of your head.

• Her boxers got caught on your medley of knees and ankles, laughing as she finally managed to get them off, tossing them to the side. She tried to figure out the twisted panties around your thighs, yanking it off one leg and leaving them on. Abby crouched lower, hands making designs across your waist, down your hips, gripping the sides of your thighs, and parting them to dive face-first into your soaking folds. “Fuck” you yelp while losing breath as she sucked up and down, savoring every inch of you, sending you into a pleasurable fit. She held your trembling legs until you were leaking strong orgasm on her tongue, slurping back every last drop.

• “Come here, baby” you bark, still in orbit from the climax. Electrified, you drag her back up your body by the corner of her shirt only to yank the hem up to her neck. You mouth her breast, tenderly rolling your tongue around her nipple, feeling it grow even harder. Her brows crease from the strain of holding back, hands knotting into your hair and pulling as she twitched.

• You grip the arch of her waist, the other slipping between her legs from behind, rubbing her slit till you felt that heavenly slick coat your fingertips. “Come on” you urge her, fingers curling up inside her as she begins groaning softly into the cushions. She rubbed harder down onto you, hips grinding with a quicker, firmer rhythm until a gentle, defeated yelp left her lips. Her walls flex on your fingers as she comes down from the high. “Just… stay” you huff, your bodies returning to the default of snuggling close, gasping and laughing as the pure skin on skin soothed you both.

• Some tissue paper and bathroom breaks later, you find yourself clothed and nestled back in the crook of her neck; head on her shoulder, and hand on her chest. You stare wistfully up at her face with a sweet smile as Abby watches the movie with rapt attention, gently stroking down your back with the back of her fingers. The remote once again sat on her chest. “Babe…” you giggle, leaning in to kiss her again. “LET ME FOCUS” Abby feigned annoyance, and you giggled harder, getting smacked on the butt a couple of times before she pulled you in, giving you a big kiss.

• “Seriously, let me watch the movie now!”

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[palioom]

go camping, they said

summary: wanting just a nice weekend away, frankie takes you on a camping trip. the whole thing doesn't quite turn out as expected.

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader word count: 2.9k warnings:18+ content; no use of y/n (but a lot of nicknames); unprotected p in v; fingering; established relationship

• masterlist •

Go camping, they said.

It’s gonna be fun, they said.

Sure it was fun, having to carry heavy bags through the woods, swarmed by insects. Her skin itched and her muscles burned, trying to keep her annoyed groans at bay.

Tripping over the roots of trees, scratching her skin open on bushes and smaller branches.

She told Frankie as much. How much she fucking loved camping already.

“C’mon, baby, we ain’t even there yet and you wanna complain already?” Frankie responded, that bright, beautiful smile still on his face. As always, it was like nothing could ever really dampen his mood. “You’ll love it, cariño, trust me.”

She huffed, readjusting the backpack on her back before stepping over a large branch, almost tripping. His hands immediately shot out to her, ready to catch her should she fall.

Like always, so quick to react when something happened.

“It better, right now I really don’t like it.” She said, brushing some hair out of her face, then swatting away some more mosquitoes.

He laughed, smacking her ass as she walked ahead and past him, just grinning when she looked back to glare daggers at him.

Finally at the campsite, she was glad to let the heavy bags fall, even though it was nothing compared to what Frankie was carrying, his muscles flexing, biceps bulging as he threw his load down.

Still all smiles, looking through the bags.

While he had wanted to start on putting up the tent immediately, she took a moment to walk around, just checking out the view.

It was beautiful, if he put up the tent just how he planned to, they would have a perfect view on the lake that stretched out before her. A breathtaking sight, the sun reflecting off the blue surface, a few ducks disturbing the stillness of the water by drawing ripples into it.

He really had picked a wonderful place to camp, even if she wasn’t entirely sold on the idea of it yet.

But just being with him here was good enough for her right now.

“Oh fuck.” She heard behind her, spinning around to see Frankie rummage through the bag the tent was in, the dark green fabric already splayed out next to him. “Seriously?”

Walking back to him, she heard him sigh heavily, kneeled on the ground as he kept looking.

“What is it, baby?” She asked, a little concerned. Everything seemed fine to her as she looked at the splayed out equipment. Had they forgotten something important?

“Missing some fucking pegs.” He said, searching through another bag in the hopes of finding them. “Must’ve fallen out or something.”

Crouching down next to him, she took the ones he had gathered in her hand. “Won’t these be enough?”

She really had no idea about any of this, what they had looked just fine to her. But he was the expert.

Frankie gave up with a long sigh, moving to get started, picking up the tent.

“Might be.” A long groan left him, rubbing a hand over his face. “But looks like we’re missing a tent pole or two, too. So let’s hope the thing doesn’t collapse in the middle of the night.”

She went to help him, letting him instruct her what to do. Settling to put the tent poles in.

“I told you to check if we had everything, you know…” A small smirk was on her lips, which earned her a gentle squeeze of her ass.

“Yeah, yeah, just help me get this thing up, baby.”

She giggled.

“I can help you get another thing up.”

Looking up at him, he just shook his head with a wide grin, continuing to put everything together.

It took a little longer than either of them expected to set up the tent, but in the end they managed, even if it was a little wobbly.

She was sure it would do for the two nights they had planned to stay here. Even if Frankie wasn’t entirely convinced about that, he just hoped for the best.

While he moved on to get the air mattresses set up, she walked around to gather some smaller branches to make a fire.

Frankie had promised her a campfire and she was more than just excited to get one going.

It had been one of the main points to get her sold on this little weekend trip.

Honestly, she was most excited to cuddle with him, maybe make some toasted marshmallows.

It would be fun. 

Wrapped up in some blankets, cozy and quiet while listening to the fire crack.

Maybe all the insects and scratches could be forgotten.

By the time they had managed to get a fire going, the sky had darkened. Not only just because of the sun setting, a soft orange glow shimmering on the water, but also because dark clouds had started to make their way over.

They ignored it for now, huddled on a camping chair together, a blanket around them and sharing a marshmallow.

“Maybe it’s gonna pass.” She said, cupping his jaw and kissing his cheek as he held another sweet treat into the fire. Thunder rumbled in the distance, letting her look up, feeling a little less optimistic. “It better pass.”

His hand smoothed over the curve of her ass, humming.

“Sure. It’ll just pass so I can make you more of these.” Frankie said, pulling the lightly toasted marshmallow out of the fire and presenting it to her.

She smiled, taking it off of the stick with her mouth before leaning closer to him, wiggling her brows.

Frankie understood, biting into it and chuckling at their little Lady and the Tramp moment, kiss and all.

Meeting in the middle, lips slotting against the others’.

She laughed too, swallowing the sweet, caramelly treat  before kissing him again, deeper this time.

He tasted like caramel and beer, his beard tickling her. 

Careful not to knock his cap off of him.

Putting away the stick, his other hand wandered over her thigh, up and down in a slow motion.

“See, camping ain’t that bad, baby.” He said with a wide grin. Almost cocky, knowing he was proving her wrong right now. It was all fine. “We should test those mattresses, see if they’re any g-”

His words were cut off by the sudden downpour of water on them, making her gasp in surprise and scramble to move off of him.

“Fuck!” She yelled, the cold rain drenching her almost immediately, thunder cracking above them, lightening the sky as she quickly ran over to their tent, Frankie following close behind.

Once inside, kneeling on the hard floor, she threw the sopping blanket off of her, looking over at him.

“Camping ain’t that bad?” She repeated his words, laughing in disbelief, seeing how drenched he was. “You wanna repeat that, Frankie?”

He just looked back at her, taking his button down off, leaving him in a dark t-shirt that now clung to his body.

There was a moment of silence between them, only the sound of the rain hitting their tent hard above them, before they both broke out in laughter.

Of course this happened to them. It just had to.

Missing tent pieces, some bruises and now soaked by the rain.

What else could go wrong.

“You look pretty when you’re wet.” He laughed, making her roll her eyes in response as she wrung out her hair.

“Funny.” She said, voice dripping with sarcasm. Taking off her cardigan, she threw it at him, spraying him with water when he caught it. 

Suddenly, he was on her, pulling her into him as he kissed her, tongue slipping into her mouth when she gasped. His hands roamed over her body, settling on her ass.

“Still wanna test out those mattresses?” She asked, her fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “Or do we have to fear them exploding or something?”

He laughed, raising his arms so she could take his shirt off, her fingers on his chest immediately.

“They’re pretty sturdy.” He took off her tank top, cupping her breasts through her bra. The whimper that left her was music to his ears. “But let’s see if they can handle us.”

The thin material let her hard nipples poke through, making her moan as he brushed his thumbs over them.

“If they don’t, I’m never going camping with you again, Francisco.” She said, cupping his cheeks and pulling him against her, sounds muffled.

Frankie made quick work of her bra, leaving her shivering in the cold air, moving to lay her down on the bed.

They felt nice, different but not too bad.

“I like these.” She giggled, the air moving in the mattress when he hovered over her, making her wiggle around. “Good pick.”

His lips attached to her neck, hungry and passionate, leaving some bruises to bloom later, his hands cupping and groping at her breasts.

Like he had never touched them before, fingertips rough against her soft skin.

They both flinched when thunder cracked above them, taken out of the moment for a few seconds, wondering if this tent would hold up.

“Nothing more romantic than fucking during a thunderstorm.” He joked, drawing her back in with a soft laugh. “Just the right atmosphere.”

Her hands found the button of his pants, opening them.

“Can do that at home, too, Frankie.” She said, smirking. “Nothing special about that while camping.”

He smiled against her skin, dragging his nose all the way up which he had just kissed down, finding the corner of her mouth.

“It wouldn’t feel the same, cariño.”

Just before she could reach into his pants, he sat back on his haunches and opened her jeans.

“Oh sorry, forgot the mosquito bites and the scratches and the fact that I’m fucking soaked but it’s not your work at all. Adds just the right touch.” 

He grinned, pulling off her pants, throwing the wet denim behind him somewhere.

Her panties swiftly followed, hands pressing her legs open by the inside of her knees.

“I’d say this is all my work.” Two of his fingers ran through her soaked folds, making her squirm and throw her head back. “Pretty, little pussy. Bet you can take me already, querida.”

He pressed them against her entrance, applying just a little bit of pressure.

“Frankie- Fuck, please, baby.” 

When he pushed inside, she tensed up a little, her hand coming to grab his wrist. Not to stop him, just to make him slow down as he stretched her open.

“Knew you could take me, just breathe, baby.” He said quietly, barely audible over the rain still hammering onto the tent. “How’s that feel?”

It felt good, amazing. Legs opening wider, feeling him slowly drag his fingers in and out of her, humming lowly.

“Really good.” She said, biting her lip. “But I want your dick, Francisco.”

His fingers flexed inside of her and she would have laughed at the reaction he had to her saying his full name, if only he wasn’t hitting that sweet spot inside her that let her moan loudly.

“Was hopin’ I could get some late night snack first.”

That made her laugh, rolling her eyes.

He sped up just a little, feeling her clench around him.

“Can eat me out all you want later, but I want you to fuck me first, baby.” She almost whined when he curled his fingers again, back arching. “Let me see your cock, Frankie, wanna feel it.”

She sounded so desperate, voice so small with the thunder still raging on, that he couldn’t resist, pulling his fingers out of her.

His pants and underwear quickly joined the pile behind them, and soon enough he was nestled between her legs, pressing his hips forward slowly, making her gasp while he kissed down her neck.

“Shit, you’re so tight.” He moaned, hoisting one of her legs over his shoulder, the sound making goosebumps appear on her skin.

Or maybe it was the cold, only now feeling warmer with his chest close to hers.

If there was one thing she would never get used to, it’s how fucking big Frankie was, stretching her just right and always hurting just a little no matter how well he prepared her.

And with her leg over his shoulder he only felt bigger, making her whimper.

“And you’re fucking big.” She said, watching the slight blush on his cheeks.

He loved hearing it, but it always got him a little red in the face, chuckling quietly.

Her hands moved to his sides when he pulled almost all the way out of her before slamming back in, making her cry out and dig her nails into his skin.

“Francisco, fuck!” 

He did it again, setting a slow, but rough pace, filling her completely and making her head spin when his lips found hers.

Still tasting of caramel and beer, which only made her hungry.

“You sound so sweet when I’m fucking you.” He said, groaning loudly when she squeezed him tight. “Love hearing you, querida, you’re so stunning.”

Rambling already, he was so easy to get drunk on pussy and she loved it, moaning and gasping his name as he pounded into her, his own impatience making him speed up.

Making that coil tighten inside of her. 

No longer feeling cold. Quite the opposite, burning up from the inside.

When he sat up, pulling her other leg over his shoulder too, he watched how her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her back arching off the mattress.

Moving just a little differently to change the angle, he had her squirming underneath him, their sounds echoing in the small space.

“Baby, please-” She whimpered, groping her own breasts as he held her legs up, kissing the inside of her knees. 

Not much left, just a tiny little more.

“I got you, querida, c’mon.” He rasped, feeling her spasm around him, not too far from the edge himself. “Want you to soak my dick, c’mon.”

When he bent over her again, the pain of the position delicious as she felt the stretch in her legs, he kissed her hard. The coil snapped, making her cry out and dig her nails into him so hard she thought she was breaking skin.

“Frankie, fuck- Fuck!” She trembled, bent in half beneath him, still pounding into her at a rough pace. “Francisco!”

That did him in, pushing his hips against hers and staying there, spilling himself inside of her and swallowing her moans, his own slipping into her mouth.

“Baby, fuck-”

When he stopped twitching inside her, he gently moved to let her legs down, kissing her deeply now that they were coming down from their highs.

The rain had finally stopped, the thunder more distant and only a few drops hitting their tent now, dripping off the trees.

It was peaceful. 

Nice, even.

Just wrapped up in one another, limbs tangled.

Frankie kissed along her jaw, soft gentle kisses as she cupped his cheeks, keeping him close to her.

“See, camping really ain’t that bad.” He repeated himself from earlier, laughing.

That wonderful laugh she adored so much, the corner of his eyes crinkling a little.

She was just joining in, giggling loudly when suddenly their tent came down on them, making both of them yell out in surprise.

For a moment they each just cursed under their breath, with Frankie holding up the roof just high enough so he could see her.

When they locked eyes, they both began laughing, the whole thing so ridiculous they couldn’t not laugh.

“You need to stop saying that, baby.” She said, tears in her eyes and her stomach hurting, barely noticing that he was pulling out of her. “First the rain and now this.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” He responded, acting all innocent as he sat up, pulling her up as well. “Camping isn’t-”

She slapped a hand over his mouth, shushing him with a giggle.

“Stop! I don’t wanna hear a loud bang and find the truck has exploded when we get back!”

“The loud bang already happened…” He said, almost sheepishly now.

God, he was adorable like this.

“Wanna sleep outside? We got more blankets?” He suggested, still holding up the tent, his arm slowly growing tired.

She shrugged her shoulders.

“Why the fuck not.”

So they got up, laying down a blanket in the dirt before moving the mattress on top of it, the tent just a little pile now as they threw all the pillows and blankets out.

The air wasn’t too chilly, but nice and crisp after the storm, and the sky was visible over the lake as they quickly hopped into bed, still laughing at how stupid all of this was.

His head rested on her chest and she wrapped her arms around his broad frame, feeling heavy on her but finding it a welcome weight.

This was nice. Looking up at the stars, naked under the covers and his warm body on top of hers.

His hand caressing her side, mouth finding her neck again.

“I know you’re thinking it, Frankie. Don’t say it.” She giggled, her hand threading through his hair. “If we get another rainshower at night I’ll blame that on you.”

He just laughed, patting her hip.

“I’ve never said a damn thing.”

She hummed, burying her nose in his hair.

Go camping, they said.

It’s gonna be fun, they said.

Maybe they were right.

Camping could be kind of fun.

Especially with someone like Frankie.

#frankie morales #francisco morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #triple frontier #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal characters #my writing

[stainedstardom]

I am FERAL for Chad

Can we get a Chad x artist!reader. Reader is bff’s with Mindy and close to Chad also. And it’s painfully obvious that they like each other. One day, They’re hanging out and Chad finds reader’s drawings of him and they confess and SHKDDHDK FLUFF

nonnie its the way im an artist myself and so yes, I will do this for you. i love chad as much as the next person and I am so happy that people are requesting for him too

YOU DRAW ME?

chad meeks martin x reader!!

if crushes were obvious then you were screwed beyond belief but no one could blame you.

you take one good look at chad meeks martin and tell me that he isn't sculpted by the greek gods and made human. i wont believe you , I had caught myself drawing once or twice or maybe 25 times. it was hard not to when he looked like that.

"ya know if you stare at my brother any longer, your eyes might just pop out of your head" mindy said as you stared at chad for a second longer then you should've. you snapped out of it and you shoved her shoulder with a laugh and she did the same thing.

"im not staring" you told her and she laughed

"you are but its cute, he likes you too ya know. its obvious to like everyone but you two" she said and you laughed.

"haha very fun" you exclaimed and she shook her head

"im not joking im serious" she said and you heard another voice from behind you.

"what are you serious about?" chad asked his sister and her eyes widened as you made eye contact and shook your head.

"nothing, its nothing" she said

"okay well anyways, y/n i need help with this art homework Mr johnson assigned us, can you help me later?" he asked and you turned to look at him

"yeah sure, ill be in my dorm just show up at any time" you told him

"is 5 okay?" he asked

"yeah thats fine" you stated and he smiled as he walked away. mindy grabbed your hands and looked in your eyes.

"okay this is your chance, you need to tell him" she spoke. the bell rang and you separated from her. the rest of the day it was slow and boring but when you got back to your dorm, you cleaned up your room putting clothes away, cleaning the dishes just simply making sure it was clean and didn't look like a pig lived there.

there was a knock on your door and you opened it to see chad.

"hey come in" you said as you opened the door wider and let him walk in. he walked in and you walked to the other side of your room as you grabbed your laptop.

"y/n" you heard and you turned to see him holding your sketchbook

"oh shit" you said under your breathe

"you draw me?" he asked and you nodded

"youre like a greek god, its hard to not draw you" you told him and he smiled at you.

"its amazing, how long did this take?" he asked

"about 2 hours but i admire you enough for it to be quicker" you stated and his eyes looked into yours. there was something deep swimming in there and you liked it.

"i admire you alot too, ive always liked you ya know" he stated and you looked at him. he put your sketchbook down and walked over to you. he held your waist and you put your hands on his biceps.

"can i kiss you?" he asked

"please" you said and he leaned in as he kissed you and you kissed him back. you both smiled into it.

"never stop drawing me" he said into the kiss

"theres more where that came from" you exclaimed and he pulled away as he pushed your hair behind your ear and smiled

"show me" he said and you nodded as you grabbed his hand and led him back over to your bed

you were happy you drew him

A/N: oh how in love with this and chad I am

#chad meeks martin x you #chad meeks martin angst #chad meeks martin x y/n #chad meeks martin x reader #chad meeks martin #scream fanfic #scream #scream 6 #mason gooding

[bellewintersroe]

Ron Speirs x ArmyNurse! OC

Margaret ‘Maggie’ Emerson, an army nurse attached to the 506th parachute infantry regiment, finds herself growing closer to her company’s captain, Ronald Speirs. With war drawing to an end, a side to the mystery that is Captain Speirs is revealed. Both Maggie and Ron have a difficult time resisting their attraction to one another.

This is the third part to this mini-series, here’s the link to part 2 where you can find the first piece also linked. This chapter is gonna be a cliche nurse has to do a physical exam of the soldier she has the hots for lmao- no warnings, just some swearing and mild sexual tension.

“More, switch lines with me.” Speirs head was tilted, looking towards the door ahead of him.

“Sorry, sir?” More frowned. Speirs held out a pack of cigarettes and More gladly accepted, swapping places with him in the line with no further questions asked. The Captain smirked to himself proudly as the door opened, revealing Sergeant Alley walking out with Maggie swiftly behind.

“Thanks, Mag’s.” Alley teased causing some of the men to jeer and tease. Maggie rolled her eyes, giving Alley a playful kick to the back of his leg before calling out a polite, “next.”

Ron stepped forwards and her lips immediately tugged up in a smile she couldn’t quite bite back. “Captain Speirs, sir, how are you?” The door closed behind them both. From the outside, Luz watched on, mouth hanging open in surprise.

“What the fuck?” He muttered to himself, stunned at the exchange. “Hey, Babe, you see that? Speirs swapping lines with More to get into Maggie’s?” George nudged at the man beside him.

“Oh yeah? Didnt think we’d see the day Captain Speirs was chasin’ a broad…” Babe snickered.

On the inside, Maggie double checked the door was shut before heading towards the check board to write down Speirs’ name and tick him off the checklist. She’s been doing physical exams all morning, blood tests, checking their skin, weight, height. Maggie thought she was growing bored until Captain Speirs walked in.

“Would you take your shirt off for me, real quick?” She muttered, without thinking too much. Ron sat in the chair, removing his tie and moving his hands to unbutton the shirt. “I gotta just get a few measurements from you before I do the blood test and X-ray, that alright?” Maggie turned around, digging her pen a little too hard into the paper when she saw him unbuttoning his shirt.

“Yeah.” He casually nodded, as she pursed her lips, averting her eyes, before remembering she had to take his blood pressure. Spinning around again she retreated the device, stethoscope also around her neck. Her face was flustered and she dared to look up to him when his shirt was completely discarded. Maggie had been around shirtless men all day, it didn’t discompose her until now.

Ron’s gazed followed her tensely, swallowing and tensing his jaw when she took a seat in front of him. Her hair was longer than Ron realised, blonder than the other nurses, curls that weren’t pinned back hanging loosely. He didn’t even care that she was probably breaking every uniform rule, he was too enthralled by her.

“I’ll take your blood pressure first, sir.” He held out an arm as she shuffled a little closer, wrapping the material around his bicep. His muscles were protruding, as were his veins. If Maggie felt like melting just from the sight of his arm then she was curious as to how she reacted from seeing the rest of his seemingly, very toned, body.

“Get the boring stuff out of the way.” She giggled, glancing up to him. “Taking bloods fun?!” Her head snapped up again, pausing her actions. “It is when they faint.” Shrugging, she continued wrapping the strap around his arm before pumping to tighten the machine and read his blood pressure.

“Who fainted?” He questioned, a slight smirk covering his face. “You wanna know?!” Her smile turned into a devious grin as his teeth dug into his bottom lip, nodding. “Well it’s confidential.” She borderline teased, Speirs felt his stomach tighten as he unconsciously leant a bit closer. Maggie noticed and stole another glance over his face. He was even more handsome close up…

“Secrets safe with me.” He played along, eyelids heavy as they met hers. For a second her lips were parted and straight, captivated in the way he was looking at her, the way he spoke- and that was totally unprofessional. Maggie sat up straighter before her lips stretched into a smile again, shaking off the urge to lean closer into him. Ron wondered if all her exams were like this, or if it was just for him.

“I’ll let you guess, sir.” Ron cleared his throat, pursing his lips and looking around to distract himself elsewhere. Maggie scribbled down his blood pressure, “blood pressures good.” She then commented as he quickly snapped back to her, remembering what she’d said before.

“Liebgott. Acts tough but screams at the sight of needles.” He quickly commented, resulting in her laughing a little harder now. “No not Liebgott, stand up for me, Ron.” The name slipped as he smiled to himself. Maggie pulled the stethoscope into her ears and stepped around him so she was directly ahead of him. God, he was muscular. Trim from the physical demand of war, but he was undeniably attractive. Maggie’s tongue pushed to the inside of her cheek, tilting her chin up to look up to him before she pressed the devise up to the left of his chest.

“Sorry it’s cold.” She whispered as Ron felt his breath hitch, heart rate immediately speeding. “Talbert then.”

“Didnt faint, but he nearly threw up.” Maggie muttered, listening to his heart. Ron chuckled as they shared a smile. “Your hearts going so fast.” It fell out of her mouth as he took a deep breath. “I wonder why?” His eyes gazed over her, causing her own pulse to accelerate. The tension was too much, they were so both openly showing their attraction to one another, Maggie thought she might faint if she swooned any harder.

“Take a deep breath for me, sir.” She then instructed, listening carefully. Everything sounded perfect as she listened once on his chest and again on his back- that was also incredibly muscular.

She stood on a literal stool chair in order to reach and measure his height perfectly, Ron’s head tilted up in amusement before she nudged his jaw so he was looking straight. “I’ve been doing this all day.” She reminded, scribbling some more notes down, taking his weight and then doing an x-Ray, hands adjusting his arms in the right position.

“What time do you get off later?” Ron questioned, whilst he was stood in the machine. “You have to ask me that now when I need you to be still?” She gazed up to him. “Would you rather me ask when I’m taking your blood?”

“Preferably not, no.” She smiled to herself, heading over and pushing his arms a little further back so she could get a better view of everything to send to the surgeons to check everything was okay.

“Keep your back straight, alright?” Her warm hands touched slightly the mid of his back nudging him a little more upright. “Alright.” Ron spared her another glance.

“Hold still a second.” A moment later the X-ray was taken. “4.” She then answered, Ron looked at her in a little confusion.

“You can take a seat again- and 4. You asked me what time I get off at?” Again, she felt a little shy, fumbling for the tourniquet and slowly dragging over the tray with everything laid out on. Ron smiled, feeling the words ready to spill off his lips. He knew he shouldn’t, but he so desperately wanted to completely break professionalism and ask her out. He saw how happy all those other men looked to be in her line, he could bet they’d try anything on with her now the war in Europe was over.

“Oh yeah.” Ron muttered to himself as she tightened it over his bicep. “Clench your fist for me.” She muttered, wondering what the question was for. His veins were already popping, she slapped on his skin slightly before returning to get a clear pair of gloves.

It was silent for a minute or so. Not awkward, just a little tense, the unspoken words making the two of them nervous. “Sharp scratch, you okay with needles?” She muttered. Ron gulped, tense at her presence, not the needle. “Okay.” Her whispered tone made him shiver as he watched her prick the inside of his vein, never being one to bother about injections or needles. Ron inhaled, looking up and her head snapped up, making sure he was okay.

“You okay?”

“Go out with me later.” The words on his lips were finally spoken, he blinked back to her, seeing her breath catch in her throat before she turned back to the vial and needle with a slight amusement.

“You’re asking me whilst I’m taking your blood?” She watched it fill up, looking like a freak as she smiled to herself uncontrollably. “Yeah.” His voice cracked, raspy from overuse.

“Okay.” She nodded, not really having to think twice about it. Ron had to tense his jaw to avoid smiling too much. “Great, I’ll pick you up at 8?”

“Where are we going?” She removed the needle gently, dealing with that before disposing of everything she didn’t need and scribbling down everything she needed to, trying her hardest to focus on everything but the fact Captain Speirs had just asked her out.

“There’s a bar in town- don’t ask me to pronounce it.” Now she looked back to him, a smile reaching her eyes and nodding. “8 is good, I’ll see you then.”

“Good.” He gently spoke, looking back to her with a smile. Maggie hadn’t seen Speirs smile this much before. “You can put your shirt back on now, Ron.”

“Oh, right.” God, Ron had Maggie smiling like a lovesick teenager, even when he’d left and the next person, Malarkey had come in, Maggie was grinning like a goddamn child.

“Captain Speirs got you smilin’ like that?!”

#band of brothers x reader #ron speirs x reader #band of brothers #band of brothers imagines #captain speirs x reader #Speirs x reader

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

what would Andrei be like on Evie's first day of school?

the man is A Mess™️

like this is his first baby and what the fuck do you mean she’s going to kindergarten?? she’s too little to be in school all day.

but evie’s so so excited, bouncing around the house in her little dress and giant hair bow, princess backpack stuffed full of crayons that have her initials written in sharpie on every label (you and andrei had spent an entire evening in front of friends re-runs labelling every single school supply)

you pack her lunch but andrei sneaks in an extra snack and he writes his own note for her (be the smartest girl in the room, zaychik. love, papa. he draws little hearts and stars around the words and gets emotional the whole time.)

your parents come to watch alina and kira in the morning so you and andrei can take evie to school by yourselves and so the moment is all about her. she’s so excited in the car, but the second you take her out of the booster seat, she starts to get a little nervous. andrei’s holding her backpack in one hand and her little hand in the other and she looks up at him with her big brown eyes and says “papa i don’t know if i wanna go to school”

andrei is clearly ready to gather her up and take her back home, already starting to say that she doesn’t have to go, but you shake your head, laughing a little to stop yourself from crying and squat down to evie’s level. “baby, you’re going to have so much fun and papa and i will be at home waiting to hear ALL about your day”

“exactly,” andrei nods even though it looks like he’s being tortured, “we know you’re going to have so much fun.”

evie finally lets you walk her into school, holding both of your hands and then she sees her teacher, who she met the week before at the open house to get the kindergarteners comfortable and snatches her backpack from andrei’s hand and runs off, shouting “bye mama, bye papa!” over her shoulder.

“she’s growing up,” you whisper feeling emotional. andrei sniffles at your side, wiping at his face. you rest your head against his bicep, wiping tears off on his shirt.

“she was just the size of my forearm yesterday,” he mumbles, holding your hand tightly. “where did the time go?”

#andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov fic #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov headcanons #anon #asked and answered

[cherryblossomlion]

Katsugi

Oh hai, it's a Mizukemi Yakuza AU! Many thanks to @todaywefvight for collaborating with me on this project, it's been so fun!

You can read it after the cut or also here:

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Katsugi (noun): shouldering, carrying, raising, bearing. 

<i>Katsugi is a noun form of katsugu, which means “to carry on your shoulder”. So in katsugi waza, you life your shinai towards your left or right shoulder instead of above your head</i>.

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Akemi's outfit would be completely unacceptable back in Kyoto. Short, tight, blood red, her cleavage on full display-- Akemi looks nothing like either the dutiful Yakuza daughter or the med student overachiever that are the warring counterparts of her identity...

But it’s summer break, the first summer of Akemi's life that hasn't been filled with "family" functions or cram schools or internships. Next year, she'll begin her residency in Florida under a new name and a social security number she’d bought for a hefty price.

Even though she's spent the last eight years in New York, she's only been out maybe a dozen times, always at the behest of Ringo. It's not any different this time.

"You finally have some time to enjoy yourself. Live this life you worked so hard for," he'd said.

Ringo knows her better than anyone. Is the only person who's ever been able to change her mind– and Akemi has always been stubborn. Like her father.

The same stubbornness that had elevated the Tokunobu clan to the one of the four great Yakuza families in Japan is what allowed Akemi to escape it. She’d crossed an ocean so she could become the opposite of her father. Someone who helped people. A doctor.

Or, if she wanted, for just one night, an ordinary girl on her way to a club in a dress that was way too small and unsuitable for the weather. Ringo will let her borrow his leather jacket, and besides, he’s picking her up in his car. She can hear him honking the horn for her, so she steps out into the not quite warm spring air.

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The phone rings in the dim apartment, interrupting its owner as she sits at the table, a katana laid out beside a bottle of polishing oil. Sharpening stone in hand, she finishes the remaining strokes with a satisfying vibration, before wiping it down with a lambskin cloth.

She shakes her head and lets the answering machine pick up.

[ We are calling to inform you about your car’s extended warranty- ]

She growls and rolls her eyes. Try as she might to keep her status updated on Do Not Call lists, there’s always some scam or gaudy advert that weasels its way in.

She stands, tall and slender, then strides into the bedroom, where she picks up a pair of slacks, a button-down and suspenders, and heads into the bathroom. The club, O, would be opening up soon.

12AM

Lace-up boots splash in the shallow puddles of a recent rainfall, as footsteps carry her to the famed nightclub, O. Music spills out onto the streets from inside the three-story building, along with colorful and strobing lights. The orange lenses of her glasses filter everything.

Easily dodging a few drunken and unsteady passersby, she wears her sword inconspicuously at her hip. Any other night, such a weapon would draw much attention- but this event gives her a perfect alibi.

Walking past the entrance and into the back of the long line of patrons, she takes a deep breath and waits.

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“What’s the matter?” Akemi worriedly checks her makeup in Ringo’s sideview mirror. It nearly falls off when she tries to adjust it.

“I told you. It’s a masquerade.”

She notices that Ringo is wearing a mask, not what she’d presumed to be a hat, on his head. Probably so he can focus on driving.

Akemi shrugs.

“So what? They’ll have masks there, won’t they?”

Ringo sighs heavily, then gives her a once over. “Take off your stocking.”

“What? No!”

Ringo folds his arms, his prosthetic hooks resting on each bicep. “Trust me. I’m the fashion student.”

Akemi sighs and reluctantly hikes up her skirt in order to unhook her garter belt.

Ringo’s voice startles her. “Are you wearing a fucking knife?”

Akemi looks up and blinks. Right. Ringo doesn’t really see this side of her that often. “Just in case,” she says, then slides her fishnet stocking down her leg.

Ringo shakes his head. “What about security?”

“What about security? O just has four bouncers at the door. They're not going to pat me down. They don't have cameras. There's not even typically anyone at the back.”

“Who checks that kind of thing?!”

Akemi shoots him a warning look. He knows about her family, but he doesn’t. He’s from Kyuushu. “Let me have my little ways, Ringo. We’ve talked about this.” A bit too much, for Akemi's taste. It’s a subject she lacks patience in. She peels her stocking off and and hands it over to Ringo, then moves to take the other one off– but Ringo stops her.

“I only need one.”

“What? I’m not going to wear one stocking–”

“Rip it up in a couple places, it’ll look good.” Ringo reaches into the compartment between him and exchanges his hook prosthetic for a knife prosthetic– a shearing knife, to be exact. Akemi watches him work, but the mess of material in his hands makes no sense to her. She looks down at her remaining stocking, on her right leg, and takes Ringo’s advice. Worst case scenario, she’ll just get rid of the garment.

But it ends up looking good. And Ringo has fashioned a long rectangle of fabric out of the fishnet. He hands it to Akemi. She uses the mirror– which is now definitely tilted– as a guide. She wraps the cloth around her eyes. The strings of thread in front of her eyes are unexpectedly non-occlusive. It looks surprisingly appropriate– modern– but it also clearly fulfills the dress code.

It takes three tries for Ringo to get the car started, but his car always starts on the third try. The day it doesn’t it when Ringo says he’ll finally give up the jalopy he’s had since he came to the States. He parks it far away from the blazing pink O that towers above the club.

Outside of his. car, Ringo looks chic, his suit avant garde and deconstructed, his prosthetics a complement. His mask is similarly deconstructed. With Akemi by his side, a promoter scouts them and takes them to the front of the line.

It’s been a really long time since Akemi’s been on display. Ever since she got to university, she’s been in either sweats or suits, depending on the occasion. It was a deliberate choice, a rejection of everything her father had raised her to be—a beautiful thing, a possession to be leveraged or sold.

The old posture comes back like muscle memory, spine straight, head inclined just so, a graceful step. She attracts attention, especially in a crowd of Americans, especially next to Ringo, who looks like her fancy bodyguard. Especially since they’ve been chosen by the promoter to bypass the line.

Akemi’s eyes flicker over—everyone is wearing masks, half the crowd is in costume. You’d never see this sort of thing in Japan, except for maybe Harajuku. It’s too extra. Maybe that’s why the wolf in black catches her eye. As soon as she really looks, she realizes she’s caught their eye, too.

Everything stops, and turns blue—ice blue. The eyes are so bright she can see them even from here, even in the silver lines of a lupine mask. The eyes are the only part Akemi can see. The snarling muzzle of the mask makes the eyes look animal, predatory.

The figure is long, and slim, suited in sharp black lines. Perhaps it’s the posture that stops Akemi—no, it’s more like a stance. It makes sense, because the man is wearing a sword.

And staring right at her, like he knows her, like he knows more about her than she knows about herself. Akemi turns as she walks by, unable to let go of those eyes—until Ringo calls her name, and she realizes they’ve gotten too far ahead of him and the promoter—she rushes after them, towards the entrance of the club.

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The looming neon O bathes the street in a pink glow.

The line moves surprisingly fast for how many patrons are ahead of her, yet Mizu’s patience is quietly waning. Club-goers begin putting on their masks, if they aren’t already eagerly donning them, complimenting each other on their outfits. Mizu is particular about her appearance and is almost always dressed to the nines in any public appearance. She doesn’t have anyone to dress for but herself, and takes a quiet pride in it.

Deft fingers detach the wolf mask from her hip, while her other hand removes the glasses from her eyes as she slips it on. She was lucky enough to find it at a specialty costume shop- it looked much more elegant than most of the novelty items there, and stylish enough not to feel too ridiculous. What’s more, it complimented her dark silhouette as much as any costume could. The shape settled comfortably against her face, a matte black visage dusted with traces of silvery blue. Mizu hadn’t grown up in very social settings, despite dealing with large swathes of people in her line of work. She takes a private delight in the opportunity to remain anonymous.

Even more so, given the task at hand. She’s waited years for this opportunity. Years of gaining information here and there, years of dead ends and trickles of clues, and then… everything is finally coming together, so beautifully orchestrated that it almost feels too easy. Especially to someone like Mizu, ever the skeptic.

Weeks ago– after mercenary jobs were cleared from her schedule and she was able to revisit a long-held personal vendetta– Mizu had tracked down a stateside associate of the Tokunobu clan. Through careful investigation, Mizu unearthed a trail of information on the only daughter of the bastard Lord Daichi.

The temptation to capture and torture the associate was strong, and Mizu could have probably pulled it off. But she wanted to strike closer to Daichi’s heart, and pride.

Akemi. The little princess was privileged enough to travel stateside and pursue an education, the records showed. With clean hands and a clear mind. Perhaps Daichi let her leash out so that she could be sated on her thirst for knowledge, fattening herself in self satisfaction. It was impressive, really.

And the demon in Mizu was that much more eager to strip her of that opportunity.

She’s going to make make his daughter’s life hell, and when she’s finished with her, she ‘s going to draw out her father.

Mizu and Daichi are both sinners, but she intends to make the oyabun of the Tokunobu clan pay for his in full. Mizu is fairly insensitive to greed and corruption in the world, but that bastard was responsible for the collapse of her personal corner of the universe.

She slips her glasses into her pocket, straightens, and stares ahead, letting out a light sigh as she observes everything around her. She cultivates an air of vague disinterest.

She feels, before seeing, the woman who would walk past in just a moment, a fire beginning to smolder in her breast. The loud call of a promoter signals everyone to make way, leading a chosen few past the velvet ropes and weaving through those loitering outside of the line.

Mizu turns without thinking, eyes drawn like a magnet. Locked onto a gaze darker than hers, yet bright with recognition and… just as tethered to Mizu herself as she is to those eyes.

A young woman whose face had stared back at her from low-res photographs on the four walls of her apartment a thousand times before… now it was here, in the flesh, not even five feet away.

In that moment, it feels like she knows. Mizu is not often unnerved, and she tells herself she isn't now, knowing it is a half truth at best as her posture goes rigid, her breath catching in her chest.

She sees in those eyes, opportunity… and, something she cannot yet put a name to. Yet.

And just like that, the spell is broken. She’s staring at the back of her head til it disappears into the crowd.

Mizu blinks, and stills the urge to bolt somewhere to find a back entrance. That would be guarded as well, especially on a night like this.

No matter.

Her prey is in the four walls of the club, and that is more than enough for her purposes.

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Akemi wishes she’d brought earplugs. It's way too loud in this club. It's impossible to hear anything Ringo is saying– she keeps shaking her head at him when he talks. Finally, he makes a drinking motion with his hands, and Akemi nods.

She looks around her as she waits for Ringo. American girls don't dance like Japanese girls– they sweat under the lights, let their makeup run down their faces. Mizu stares at them, a little transfixed. It's raw, muscle under skin… beautiful.

She remembers those eyes, the dark figure in line, wonders if she'll see him in here. Wonders if he’ll hunt her down.

But then, Akemi’s never been into men. So she shakes off that too-long look, accepts a drink from Ringo, and studies the crowd, trying to figure out how to move so she at least didn't stand out like a sore thumb.

It’s so loud, she can feel, not just hear the music. That helps a little– hard not to keep the rhythm when it’s in your bones. The second she and Ringo enter the crowd, it’s not an option not to dance. So she does her best. At first, she imitates the people around her– then she starts to get it, the way the shoulders go, the hip rolls, the beat– she and Ringo are ensconsed by dancers, and have both done very well not losing their drinks.

Ringo toasts Akemi, and she toasts him back. They dance, mostly with each other, but they open themselves to everyone around them… Akemi has a low-key goal of going home with someone, but being a femme Asian woman makes it hard to go home with who she wants to– white guys in particular tend to get in Akemi’s way.

Not even fifteen minutes in and some guy in a tiger mask is dominating her attention. It doesn't really matter. If she ends up dancing the night away with Ringo, it’ll be the most fun she's had since she remembers.

Besides, the guy’s a pretty decent dancer– she's pretty sure he's foreign, maybe Asian like her, from his movements. He doesn't get into her space, like the Americans. When she copies his movements, he smiles.

Ringo’s been distracted by some girl. Akemi shrugs, follows tiger mask into the crowd– when he goes to place a hand on her waist, she stops it with a hand on his wrist– the dancer takes the hint, thankfully. Seemed to only be pulling her to guide her–

Tiger mask bends closer to Akemi’s ear– she hears: “too loud” and nods in agreement, and follows him off the dance floor. When he guides her down a corner and gestures towards a door, she shrugs. She’s not about to follow a stranger into an unoccupied room at the club. So she just looks at what the door reveals, curious.

The thing is, it's a billiards room. And pool is s Akemi’s weakness. Pool halls were the center of the best and most peaceful times of her childhood.

And she’s damn good at it.

“Wanna play?” Akemi asks the stranger in the tiger’s mask. She realizes she hasn't heard him speak yet.

She heads over to me the row of pool cues anyways. Picks her stick, heavy and short. “Come on,” says Akemi. “Bet you a hundred bucks I'll win.”

“No need to bet,” says the man in the tiger mask. Akemi freezes. She knows that voice– but he’s taking his tiger mask off. “I know you'll win.”

“Taigen,” gasps Akemi.

He’s so different than he was the last time she'd seen him, a high school senior, with a school appropriate haircut, a slimmer physique, and clear skin.

A tattoo of a dragon pokes out of his t-shirt, a nod to the family business–her family business. He’s thick with long-hewn muscle. His hair is long– he wears it in a top knot. He's wearing exactly the kind of shiny suit they used to make fun of when they were young.

It makes sense. He’s her father’s wakagashira now, his second-in-command. The day he told Akemi he was going to work for her father was the last day they spoke.

“Taigen,” Akemi repeats. “What are you doing here?”

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It’s as chaotic inside as expected. Knowing her target is so close, while she’s held up by the crowd, feels like drowning. Mizu keeps her stoic facade as the crowd draws nearer to the bouncers, but she feels something start to stoke the anxious spark inside of her into a fire.

She makes it past the entryway before it ignites. Past the first bar the club opens up to a vast dance floor, nearly every inch of it covered with people. The music pulses in her ears and in her ribcage. Partygoers bump her shoulders as they skirt past.

If she desired, Mizu could cut them all down. It would make her mission easier. But that wouldn’t be the thing to do. Especially knowing that Yakuza from the Tokunobu clan could be nearby. Mizu was more than efficient at tracking, but it would be foolish not to assume that others could be tracking her.

Stopping at the corner of the second, bigger bar, she backed into a small pocket of space to gather herself. Her heart was racing. Every time she blinked she saw those imploring eyes. Mizu’s eyes squeezed shut as if to wrench it from her vision, and she took a deep breath. Held it for a few seconds. She imagined the anxiety within her (a rare element for the swordswoman) as flecks of golden dust in her lungs, swirling around. And with a slow and thorough exhale, she breathed out, through the snarling maw of the wolf. She opened her eyes, and steadily scanned the crowd, patrons moving together like some giant beast.

A hand traced her shoulder. Gripping her sword, she declined to sheathe it as she turned, meeting the masked face of a woman dressed as an exotic bird.

“Hello handsome, can I buy this wolf a drink?” She was forward, only looking to flatter. Mizu’s eyes stared dully back and she calmly brushed the woman’s wrist away. Words weren’t needed; it was too damn loud in here anyway.

She would start on the outside, scanning outlines, silhouettes framed by the strobing lights and swirling colors. This may take a while, and patience was needed now more than ever. Mizu was never sloppy, but she felt the potential, the eagerness as a beast breaking its containment. If anything could make her trip, it was Akemi.

Standing with her back against the wall, she caught sight of the taller companion that was with her when they headed to the front. Gaze sharpened, and she saw her. Talking to a man wearing a gaudy suit and a tiger mask. The body language read that she did not know him, but she was apparently interested enough to follow him. Mizu held her breath as she watched, where they soon disappeared into a hallway, no doubt to another room within. Mizu straightened, grip tightening on her sword. Her eyes narrowed, and she followed. There was no need to rush now. She would tread carefully, with the surety that each step would carry her further to her task.

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Akemi can’t help it—she’s glad to see Taigen. After all, he was her oldest friend, her childhood sweetheart who didn’t hold it against her when she figured out she was gay, kept her secret for her—even after he joined her father, even now. He gives her one of his old bear hugs, lifting her off the floor—even with five inch heels on, Taigen still towers over Akemi.

“I thought you were supposed to be in med school,” teases Taigen, gesturing at Akemi’s club wear.

“I thought you were supposed to be committing crime with my father,” says Akemi, folding her arms. She’ll always love Taigen, but the old betrayal still rankles. Half their friendship had been dreaming their way out of the world they were born into. She’s even had a plane ticket ready for him. It would have been that easy, not to become a scumbag like her father.

The smile has long since faded from Taigen’s face. There’s something new in the set of his features. Akemi has a good guess about some of the things he must have done by now. He sighs, and blinks, and all of the sudden, his eyes are completely cold. “He wants you back.”

All of the sudden, Akemi knows it’s very important to pay attention. “We have a deal,” she says. Not one she intends on keeping. And, apparently, not one her father intends on keeping, either.

She looks around. Only the one door, and the windows are too high for her to access before Taigen can get to her.

Taigen shakes his head. “Not anymore. Your father’s brokered a merger with the Ito clan. You’re a doctor, like you wanted. He did his duty to you. Now it’s time for you to do your duty.”

Akemi has been dodging her “duty” since she was 13 years old, when it was obvious that she was going to be beautiful. The only thing that kept Tokunobu from selling her off was the idea that a virginal, well-educated wife was more valuable than a whore he could use to placate his contacts with, like his friends did with their daughters.

Akemi had insisted that her education be overseas. She had a whole new identity waiting for her in Florida. She wonders if there was a leak, if this is why her father’s making his move now.

Akemi backs away from Taigen. There’s a door set in between the empty bookshelves that line one wall of the billiards room. “If I say no?” she says, eyes flickering towards the door they’d come in through.

“I’ve got two guys waiting on the other side of that door. Twenty three more in the club.”

Akemi nods. “So you were expecting a fight, huh?”

“There’s more going on than you know. You have eyes on you. Your father wants you back under his protection.”

Akemi laughs bitterly. “You actually believe this bullshit now, don’t you?”

Taigen shakes his head, has the audacity to give her a pitying look. “You know how this game is played, Akemi.”

At that moment, they’re both interrupted by a shout and a crash coming from the other side of the door. After a beat, the door crashes open.

The man from outside—the wolf, the one who’d been standing in line, the one who’d been staring at her— steps into the room, utterly calm despite the fact that there are bodies behind him—Taigen’s men. He steps into the room, and brandishes a blood-covered sword, pointing it at Taigen.

The swordsman speaks in Japanese, in an oddly musical voice. “She’s coming with me.”

🌸

The second she turns into the hall, she spots the two men in well-fitted suits, the blades at their sides similar to hers. Mizu’s hackles raise, and she draws her blade. Unmistakable Yakuza. She wonders how many may have infiltrated the club.

The question is, are they for Akemi’s protection, or to kill her, or something else? Something in Mizu’s chest leaps as the thought crosses her mind– what a terrible irony it would be if her chance at revenge was lost like that– an image flashes in her mind, the woman’s body splayed on the floor, red dress stained with a darker red.

Focus.

The guards step in front of the door, hands reaching for their weapons. One manages to shout a warning into the inconspicuous earpiece that he wears, his eyes wide. She cuts in high wide arc, slicing through their tracheas and external carotid arteries before they can attack– before they can say anything further.

The door is locked. She severs the handle and thrusts to crush the mechanism inside, then delivers a strong kick to take care of the rest.

Mizu finds Akemi inside. Shocked, of course. She’s still alive.The man is leaning toward her, but he straightens defensively as Mizu walks inside. A trickle of blood that is not her own runs down the ridge of her mask. Her sword–its blade a brilliant blue, covered in red– raises and points to him. A drop falls onto the pool table that sits between them.

“She’s coming with me.”

The man steps forward with his weapon, his proud chest out, waist coiled. He’s tense. A juxtaposition with Mizu’s controlled but open stance. Mizu notices the shape of his tattoo, peeking out from between the open buttons of his shirt and recognizes it immediately.

Tokunobu.

Her eyes narrow and her head lowers like a predator.

He opens his mouth to retort, but Mizu disregards it as unimportant. Futile.

Mizu watches carefully. It’s often predictable that her opponents make the first strike, and she is waiting for just that.

But the next to move is neither Mizu’s, nor the man’s.

A knife flashes behind him in the flourescent light, Akemi’s pale fingers curled tightly around the handle. It happens quickly, her features twisted into something vicious as she sinks it into his body.

“I do know how this game is played, Taigen.”

Mizu’s eyes widen in surprise. Daichi’s prized daughter is dangerous. Heavy footfalls crowd the doorway, and she feels Akemi turn with her in unison as more Yakuza rush in, weapons ready.

#blue eye samurai #mizukemi #mizu x akemi #akemizu #akemi x mizu #ao3 writer #fanfic #mizu blue eye samurai #akemi blue eye samurai #80s aesthetic

[softsmolbirb]

disney descendants - but add TATTOOS

the Docks house the majority of the tattoo trade on the Isle, so the Sea Three grow up treating tattoos more casually while they've got more of a rebellious vibe for VKs living inland, like the Core Four.

to the VKs on the docks, tattoos most often serve as a show of ownership or as self expression.

for the Core Four and AKs, I imagine it's more common to see tattoos as individual pieces of art.

there's a lot of blurring that line, but seeing tattoos as self expression vs art can carry a lot into both how a person perceives tattoos in general and how they tend to design and place their tattoos.

Jay shows up at the Dragon's Den one day with a large, traditional, fully shaded, badass cobra curling around his bicep.

Evie and Carlos are fascinated but also a bit uncomfortable.

Mal immediately feels challenged, artistically, and starts designing a badass dragon design that she wants to get on her back someday.

Evie and Carlos don't get tattoos until years later, when they're in Auradon and comfortable in their own skin and are able to go to a nice, clean, entirely above-the-board tattoo studio.

Evie gets a little crown on her ankle.

Carlos ends up getting a number of random, small designs over time. Jane's name, a silhouette of Dude, the date that he last saw his mother (the date from when he's been free).

Evie gets a second tattoo eventually, on a dare, and gets a small ruler design on her wrist that's perfect for helping measure hems and edges for her projects.

Mal waits until getting settled in Auradon, too - first because she doesn't trust the skill of the tattoo artists on the Isle to do it "right," and then because she doesn't think her tattoo would be viewed as appropriate for the future Queen of Auradon.

once everything has settled out post-D3, though, and she's confident in her skin she brings it up with Ben (because having the Sea Three around is making her remember how much she really wants to get a tattoo, not that she'd ever admit to that).

Ben totally supports her and she gets a fantastical dragon across her back, painstakingly done by one of the finest artisans in Auradon.

Harry started tattooing himself when he was a kid, messing around with stick-and-poke techniques he saw the older kids using.

they didn't have great ink and stick-and-pokes usually fade pretty fast anyway, even faster when you're constantly in the sun, so he had a lot of fun with the canvas of his hands, arms, and thighs and did a lot of experimentation.

once he and Gil got closer, Harry did a lot of small designs on Gil when he was bored.

Uma got the first real tattoo of all of them.

she showed up at one of the tattoo shops dragging a bag full of tips and left several sessions later with a full sleeve of ocean waves crashing against a ship that was surrounded by tentacles.

she was pleased by how the artist had gotten it to look like the tentacles could either be pulling the ship to its doom or just giving it a hug.

Harry absolutely loved it and began going to get himself a new tattoo every time he scraped together enough tips and stolen coins.

a compass on the back of his hand; a dagger down his thigh; constellations dotting his arms; a menagerie growing one by one of seahorses and sharks and gulls.

he gets a traditional pinup on his hip; a grand, proper pirate's ship on one knee and a kraken mirroring its style on the other; he has multiplication tables and other memorization tricks done on the inside of his wrists to help him on tests.

months after his first (and only) hesitant, respectful request, Uma lets him get her name tattooed as a tramp stamp.

she goes with him and directs the artist and he ends up with her name surrounded by tentacles; they're strategically positioned to curl around the letters but also draw the eye to where they disappear beneath his waistband.

Uma didn't get tattoos as often but they were always grand and befitting her rank as Captain.

she adhered religiously to her colors and aesthetic, creating a map of black, turquoise, cyan, and purple whirls and lines that made her look ever inch the magical being she should be.

Uma complemented the heavy linework with little skulls and bones, sea creatures, and rolling waves.

I've seen some people say that "Wharf Rats" is just an insult Carlos called the crew, but I like the headcanon that it's the actual name of Uma's crew and that everyone who joined up was required to get a tattoo as a promise of loyalty.

Harry totally designed it himself.

Uma and Harry have the largest versions of it, so they added some extra detail and flare to theirs. Uma's on her chest and Harry's across his upper back.

most of the crew have theirs on a bicep but Gil got his on the back of his neck.

Gil didn't get any ink until he came back to the Docks and joined the crew.

once he was back, though, he tagged along and got something done every time Uma or Harry went.

he liked to get Harry to help him come up with ideas for designs that would draw attention to his arms and muscles.

Gil got lots of flowers and plants and birds on his arms, eventually tying the designs together into full sleeves.

Uma and Harry would roll their eyes but loved how badass Gil could manage to make a bunch of flowers.

colored tattoos were far less common than black linework and shading because it was much harder to come by substantial quantities of colorful ink on the Isle.

having his flowers colored made Gil's sleeves pop out and draw attention even more.

he got roaring waves and sharks and sea monsters on his back, pulling up into his Wharf Rats tattoo, with everything perfectly designed to flatter the flex of his shoulders and back.

on his trip around Auradon with Jay, Gil had a lot of fun getting a new tattoo in each kingdom, coloring in his chest with new kinds of flowers and filling up his legs with a variety of designs that reminded him of his favorite stops.

once she escaped the barrier and was restored access to her magic and heritage, Uma learned that her she could make her tattoos glow and reflect her natural magic.

she waited a long time for the day when she, Harry, and Gil were all free from the Isle and she was able to casually take her shirt off and enjoy Harry tripping on his feet and falling on his face at how extra stunning her tattoos were now.

Harry took advantage of the better resources for tattoos in Auradon and had his tattoos relined, as a lot of them were beginning to fade.

he had red lines and shading worked into the designs to give them an extra bit of pop, cohesiveness, and general Hook aesthetic.

for AKs, the most common tattoos were small and easy to hide, like significant others' names, important dates, and little minimalist designs.

Harry won a dare once and coerced Jay and several of Jay's tourney friends into going and getting larger, more artistic designs, though.

to Harry's surprise (and Uma and Gil's delight), some of Harry's first AK friends ended up being heirs from kingdoms like Matinui and DunBroch, with whom he bonded over tattoos after they approached him with admiration for his ink and for his opinions on design.

kingdom pride and fairytale tattoos are definitely a thing. an artist would have a lookbook with glass slippers and well known castles and glass covered roses.

just. TATTOOS guys.

#disney descendants #descendants headcanons #tattoos #descendants verse with TATTOOS #core four #sea three #mal descendants #jay descendants #evie descendants #carlos de vil #uma descendants #harry hook #gil descendants #bal #huma

[yukidragon]

I was playing around with one of the Sunny Day Jack AI bots again, but this time I decided to screencap the exchange between Jack and Alice and share it with those who enjoy seeing me indulge in my OTP. It was really sweet and fun until it stopped working, hahaha.

Awkwardly enough, when I posted the screencaps on twitter, a different bot decided to try and get me to sign up for its AI writing program for profit which is just... Ew. Just ew. I'm fine faffing around a little from time to time with these character bots, but trying to sell your AI program to create stories that pass AI detectors to make a profit is so scummy.

Anyway, back to fluffier stuff. Here's the screencaps of Jack trying to convince Alice to not be such a sleepyhead. Transcript for easier reading and translation will be below the cut. I hope you enjoy my self-indulgence that has half my writing and half an AI bot's generated responses.

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Transcript:

[Sunny Day Jack] You and Jack lay on your bed. It is early in the morning, and Jack is wide awake. He watches you sleep with an adoring face. As much as he wants to embrace your sleeping form and fall back asleep, it's about time he wakes up his precious sunshine. He runs his fingers along your hair/head, and leaves soft kisses all over your face. "Come on, Sunspot. It's time to wake up."

[Alice] Alice grumbled as she was roused from her slumber, only to sigh and relax as she felt Jack stroke her hair and kiss her so sweetly. It was impossible for her to stay grumpy at him being her alarm clock when he was so sweet and tender to her like this. "Five more minutes," she mumbled as she snuggled in closer to him, leaning into his touch and kisses. He was just so warm, cuddly, and sweet. How could she bear to get up and leave when she had such a loving boyfriend doting on her like this?

[Sunny Day Jack] Jack smiled gently at Alice grumping and asking for five more minutes. He knows how comfy and relaxing naps can be, sometimes you just need some extra sleep! "Oh, alright. Five more minutes," He said in an understanding tone as he kissed once more before going back to stroking her head.

[Alice] Alice sighed blissfully and relaxed into Jack, burying her face into his chest and using him as the world's most lovable pillow. She didn't want to get up, even if she knew she had to. They couldn't spend the day lounging away when they needed to get dinner ready soon. It really was so nice of Jack to spoil her a little like this. She silently let him know just how much she loved and appreciated him by drawing a little heart on his bicep with her finger.

[Sunny Day Jack] Jack giggled a little bit when Alice drew a heart on his bicep. He loved these little details she did so simply and easily. He leaned down and gave Alice a small, quick kiss on the head after seeing it. "Five more minutes are up, love. Get up now, or I am just going to carry you like this," he said in a light-hearted, yet playful tone.

[Alice] "Is that a promise?" Alice mumbled, fighting the urge to snicker as she stubbornly kept her eyes shut and kept close to Jack. She might have been flustered by Jack carrying her at the start of their relationship and worried that he might hurt himself considering how chubby she was, but he always laughed it off and carried her with ease. Now it was one of her biggest guilty pleasures that made her feel so precious.

[Sunny Day Jack] Jack smiled as Alice asked if it was a promise, before taking a deep breath and doing so regardless. He stood up, and picked Alice up in his arms like she was no more than a feather. "See? Told you I'd carry you if you didn't get up." He said with a teasing smirk and a soft chuckle.

[Alice] Alice squeaked in surprise, which soon turned into giggles as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her bright blue eyes finally open to look at him with delight. "Oh noooo~," she said with mock dismay, her voice too teasing and jovial to pull off the act. "Whatever will you do with me now?"

[Sunny Day Jack] "Oh, what shall I ever do with you…" Jack said, pretending to think as he looked down at Alice. "Maybe I should give you a little kiss so that you learn your lesson…" As he spoke, Jack leaned down, giving Alice a long, passionate kiss on the lips.

[Alice] Alice sighed happily as she returned the kiss, practically melting into Jack. A muffled squeak escaped her as the kiss deepened, but she accepted him eagerly, savoring his sweet mouth as he made her feel so good. She just had to return the favor, eagerly returning the kiss with just as much passion as she twined her fingers in his hair and stroked his scalp.

[Sunny Day Jack] Jack broke the kiss off after a few minutes, breathing quite heavily, and with a content smile. "Does that teach you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at Alice as the two leaned against each other, still in the same position. His arms were still wrapped around her comfortably after carrying her. "Well?" His voice became slightly teasing again.

[Alice] Alice had to take a moment to catch her breath, trying to remember the rest of the banter they had exchanged before. She chuckled softly, still a bit breathless, as her eyes glittered with mischief. "I don't know… maybe you should give me another lesson just in case." She playfully gave him a quick peck on the nose for emphasis.

[Sunny Day Jack] Jack's eyes lit up with a playful glint in them that matched Alice's mischievous smile as he replied. "Well, if thats what it takes…" He said, before leaning down to give Alice yet another long, passionate kiss on the lips, this one a bit more forceful and passionate than the last, yet still loving. His arms tightened around Alice as he kissed her.

[Alice] Alice moaned into his mouth as Jack kissed her so deeply. She could practically taste how much he loved her, how much he desired her. She arched up into him as best she could despite not being able to move much while being held in his arms like this, but she wanted to be close to him, less than an atom away. It was almost a shame when she had to pull back to catch her breath, panting hard as her face flushed with desire.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #My Writing #well half of it is #just wanted to share the fun

[bearmemesreviews]

FoTw: SDMI - Battle of the Secret Fright Hound

Yeah, you read that right, and no, there is no episode actually called that. You see, the next few episodes couldn't produce enough material to make separate posts for them - especially when compared to the college episode - but I felt like giving you all a gift with an extra-long review covering the designs and stories of the next three episodes. Battle of the Humungonauts, Howl of the Fright Hound, and The Secret Serum. Let's call this the Break-up trilogy.

In these episodes Shelgma finally breaks up and created the first fracture in the group, leading to the hilariously f*cked up and nonsensical plot point of Shaggy picking his dog over a human girl woman.

This sounds like a progressive plot point for a Family Guy episode.

Let's get into this.

Backstory (Part 1): A giant ape-man interrupts the sheriff and mayor's (Fred's Dad) date at a tiki bar by destroying the locale, a scathing critique of Polynesian Appropriation in western media. This draws the gang's attention, which is necessary as Velma has reached her breaking point when it comes to Shaggy's inability to commit. She makes an ultimatum, alongside with Scooby, that Shaggy needs to pick one of them already. Fun fact, this is the first episode where the gang officially calls themselves Mystery Incorporated in the story.

Fred attempts to mend the cracking group dynamic by getting everyone uniforms, much to the group's embarrassment. As the group investigates, it's soon revealed that there are two Humongonauts - one red and another green.

As the Humongonauts continue to wreck different buildings in Crystal Cove, the gang first suspect an escaped Ace Attorney character named Rusty Gnales as the man in the mask. The gang hits there first snag however when the next Humongonaut attack targets Rusty.

With help from Mr. E, Velma puts together how to draw both Humongonauts to the same location. Once the two encounter each other, they duke it out before finally landing into a trap.

First Reveal: The culprits are first seen on-screen when they are unmasked, but both characters were revealed previously through their advertisements! A really cool way to give the answer away without making it too obvious. The Humogonauts turn out to be Max and Jax Minner, twin brothers who were both circus strongmen before entering the Insurance business. They were rivals since one of them transferred to a rival circus, the Humongonaut costumes actually being leftovers from one of their previous acts.

As rivals, they targeted buildings insured by the other to ruin their sibling's business - and Velma got them together by insuring an abandoned dock under both companies.

Design(s): The Humongonauts are two giant humanoid creatures believed by the sheriff to be aliens. Obviously based on the hokey costumes of B-Movie Monsters, the Humongonauts share the same design but with different colors. Despite their large size, they are rather squat proportion-wise, with elephant-like furless legs and gorilla arms. Their faces are orc-like, with wavy boyband member hair and goblin ears.

Interestingly, their biceps and abdomens are hairless like their face, but they also have small scale-like details. Speaking of their faces, there are markings going around their temples and over their eyes that almost resembles a domino mask - though they don't meet in the middle over the bridge of their human noses.

Overall, I find them charming and serviceable, but not that interesting in the long run. I love how they look like heels for a local hometown wrestling tournament who are clearly just there to get beat on by the town's golden boy.

Final Score for The Humongonauts:

2/5, not too interesting but fun bad guys of the week.

Backstory (Part 2): While the last episode had Shaggy avoiding the conversation entirely, this one tackles it head on before leading us to the infamous break-up scene. Before we get there, we must first deal with the Terminator homage sharing the love triangle's screentime.

A rabid and powerful dog has begun a series of random attacks, the first of which being the tour bus Velma's mom drives. Its collar gets left behind while escaping, one remarkably similar to Scooby's. With this evidence the Sheriff decides to detain Scooby-Doo in a mental hospital/prison made specifically for intelligent, and very dangerous animals.

One such case being Professor Pericles, the talking German parrot/mascot for the old Mystery Incorporated. Pericles disposes of the guard for a minute to give some esoteric warnings to the gang, right before Mystery Inc checks up on Scoob to reassure him that they are indeed planning on solving the mystery.

Their first suspect, a boy named Jason, is considered since he's a whiz at robotics and has a crush on Velma. However, he proves to have an alibi and kicks the gang out of his house after they accuse him.

The scary dog then targets the gang, and later on Scooby himself, afterwards. The final showdown begins at the Animal Asylum for the Criminally Insane, where the guards go all out on trying to stop the "Fright Hound". A fire then starts, melting away its fur to reveal that it was a robot all along.

The robot dog then chases Scoob and the gang when they escape the asylum, following them into an abandoned factory where a Forklift-certified Scooby tackles his shadow head on. With the help of the dangerous machinery surrounding them, they proceed to brutally wreck the robo-dog until it stops moving.

The gang then spot the true culprit controlling the machine, before snatching them up with a crane. With the mystery solved, Shaggy reveals that he ultimately chooses Scooby-Doo after realizing how important he is to him.

Velma takes this badly.

Also, the bird breaks out of Arkham Asylum.

Second Reveal: The true culprit is actually Mrs. Wyatt, Jason's Mom. It's actually never even made clear why she did it like this, since attacking Velma's mom did no favors for her son's relationship with the gang. She used her experience with Military-Grade Robotics to create the Fright Hound to help protect her son in a weird, slightly incompetent way.

Design(s): The Fright Hound begins as a large dog the same breed as Scooby, with similar features as well. It's eyes and muzzle, however, are more realistic when compared to Scoob. Its eyes glow red, and long fangs jut out of its mouth past its heavy jowls.

It looks even cooler when its false skin melts off, revealing a terminator-like endoskeleton in the shape of a ferocious dog. Oddly enough, it also looks a bit like a giant robot rat. I really love this design, especially its second form, and it can look legitimately frightening in some shots.

Final Score for The Fright Hound:

5/5, it's motives leave a lot to be desired, but you can't say it isn't an awesome freaking design. So cool.

Backstory (Part 4): Our final episode for this review begins at an auction ran by Daphne's Mom, Nan Blake. It's interrupted by a Vampire who proceeds to swoop in and steal a painting that nobody else wanted.

The episode follows the fallout of Shelgma's breakup, Velma still peeved off over getting second place to a dog. This causes the boys and girls to split up momentarily before the Vampire's crime spree draws them back together to the same clues. Daphne and Velma begin to track Nan Blake's movements, as Daphne's mom has begun sneaking out late at night.

With a little forceful help from Mr. E and his assistant, the gang soon realize that the Vampire is actually stealing ingredients for an Eternal Youth Potion found in an old magazine.

Using this knowledge, they eventually capture her before she can acquire the last item on the list - Daphne being convinced that it's her mom as a real vampire.

Right before she can drive a stake into the Vampire's chest, killing her mom regardless of her undead-ness, the Orlokian removes her mask to avoid dying a painfully brutal death at the hands of a Prep.

Third Reveal: See that vampire-looking lady next to Daphne's Mom? Yeah, that's Sheila Altoonian and she's the Vampire. Resentful of Nan's natural beauty, she attempted to create the potion to avoid aging despite its dubious origins.

Yeah, everyone in the fandom agrees this is top 3 weakest motives in the series.

Design(s): I actually really like this design! It's almost like a Comic Book Villain whose a Vampire, like Morbius, and it fits the show much better than glitter boy. She's a pale bald woman, with features reminiscent of Count Orlok - the best one to do it since Big Drac.

She has an interesting costume, consisting of a heavily modified cape and full bodysuit that cuts off at the elbows and knees. Her cleavage is on full display, and her collar, like all good vampires, is popped open way wide. She wears a black choker and her eyes glow purple.

Her cape and suit are actually structured, in-canon, to use the same physics a Flying Squirrel uses to become airborne. Thus, she could fly and swoop around large, enclosed areas like a real vampire could.

Final Score for the Vampire

3.5/5. Not too original or complex, but I love its sleek design and campy appearance - I feel like a Drag Queen could probably elevate this look further though. Otherwise, a Flying Squirrel Countess is hard to dislike even with a bad motive.

#bmoreviews #bmoreviewsmysteryinc #mystery incorporated #scooby doo mystery incorporated #scooby doo #humongonauts #vampire #fright hound #late but I hope it's length makes up for it

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Despite what many people seemed to think of her, there was very little that Nami didn't handle on her own, before joining the Straw Hats. She was forced to; after all, she didn't travel with any members of Arlong's crew. She preferred to be around them as little as possible, and she didn't 'do' sidekicks. That is, until a certain rubber boy showed up, and she became the sidekick.

Arlong had given her a dagger to handle unwanted attention; if anyone got too grabby with her, he said to use it without hesitation. He didn't give a damn if she killed; the captain likely would have preferred for his navigator to become as ruthless, as bloodthirsty, as he. Nami didn't use the dagger to draw blood, until she used it on herself one, fateful day in Arlong Park.

She had used it to threaten men, surely. Usually, the sight of a woman fighting back was more than enough to scare them away --- she could flail and kick, she could bite, and as a last resort, she would use that knife, to send them running. Seeing her as an unhinged liability, too much of a struggle to make it worth it, they would usually back off.

She didn't have that dagger now, but sometimes, she wished she did. Even with the protection of Luffy, Sanji, and Zoro, it would have been nice, to have something of agency, for herself. A way to defend herself, in case they weren't around. She had Zeus --- but sometimes, her weather powers weren't particularly convenient. Moments could be spent waiting for her clouds and lightning to conjure, while a man, ready to take what he pleased, would act within seconds.

With the Straw Hats nearby, and with Law, as well, Nami didn't feel much of a need to worry. She could sidle up to unsuspecting souls, desperate for a smile or a wink, and snatch a wallet without care. She would have to be hopping to another establishment before long, lest they all realize what they were missing --- but for now, she was having her fun, and getting a few drinks, on top of the beli she was snatching. That is, until one man got a little too pushy. There was always one, wasn't there? One who mistook her flighty flirting as something legitimate; hoping to catch the fly with honey. Honey she had no desire to taste.

She had been polite, at first. Almost ready to pull a 'my boyfriend is waiting' card. The man was already pulling her close, with his hands, wandering below her waist --- and Nami had been ready to call out for Sanji or Luffy. Before her mouth was open, Law was there. Stepping in, and defending her, and she hadn't even asked for him to do so.

The redhead's jaw slacked as she watched, the crack of the man's bone causing her to jolt. The sound of his head hitting the bar made her cringe, her shoulders tensing. Though she wouldn't deny, seeing such a fire from his actions made something flutter, deep within her stomach.

"Oh --- no. No, you don't ... need to ..."

She blinked away some of her awe, a hand landing on the surgeon's bicep.

"I think he's had enough. Uh --- thank you."

   Nami’s hand lands on his bicep, her words beseeching him to lay off. His jaw tightens for a moment, eyes staring at the navigator. Muscles flex under his shirt with his vicious urge to start stamping this dude’s face into indistinguishable slush but Law lets out a breath and shoves the desire away. Might just be going overboard a bit there with the protectiveness. This is enough. The guy certainly won’t be touching anyone for a while.

   “Don’t mention it,” he replies, turning his gaze back to the fool.

   The handsy scumbag is on the ground, whimpering and cradling his broken arm. Law takes a step closer and he scrambles back, the fear in his eyes meeting Law’s cold glare. He doesn’t get far before Law stoops down and grabs him by the collar. He hauls him to his feet with one hand and then nudges him back.

   “Get the fuck out of here,” he growls, waving the pathetic bastard off, and the guy does just that. Scampering off through the crowd of people, some of which have stopped to stare. Law turns his glare to them, gaze challenging before the club goers turn away to get back to their fun and their drinks. Law then relaxes his posture, shoulders once again hunched and hands getting shoved into his pockets.

   “Remind me to give you a couple lessons in martial combat later,” he says, turning back to Nami.

   He knows she’s good with a bo staff, the way she holds her clima-tact shows him that, but he has also noticed Nami isn’t the most combat focused. Maybe she doesn’t need to be because of her crew but Law is of the opinion that everyone on a ship needs to know how to fight. You never know what might happen. There might be a moment when she’s alone, when Straw Hat or any other fighter on her ship isn’t available. In those moments she’ll need to know how to break the hand of someone she doesn’t want touching her.

   “But for now,” he continues, already thinking ahead. If one person decided to take liberties with Nami others will too. Humanity is full of trash like that. “If you want an assist just make a hand gesture. I’ll see it.”

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01x03 (PART 1)

Season One Episode Three: Dead in the Water

Part 2 

Summary: an artist and a flirt

Word Count: 3k

You were at a little dinner in a town you were passing through, looking through the newspapers trying to find another hunt. It had been about a week since your last one and everyone was getting a little antsy. Sam was in the bathroom, so you were sat across the table from Dean, trying to read the paper upside down. You pointed to another obituary that looked fishy, even from where you were sitting, “circle that one, too,” you told him. 

Dean did as he was told and the waitress came over, her hands pushed flat on the table, her cleavage hanging out. “Can I get you anything else?” She asked, pointing her question directly at Dean. You scoffed as Dean fiddled with the pen, his mouth hanging open. The girl liked the attention but you just thought it was plain gross. 

“Just the check please,” you interrupted. She nodded, still staring at Dean before walking away. Dean’s head hung low as the waitress left, sighing. 

“You know we are allowed to have some fun once in a while,” Dean said. His head looked back up at you but you just gave him a smile, shrugging your shoulders. “That’s fun,” he pointed to the door the waitress disappeared into. “Just because you and Sam are doing some weird love tango thing doesn’t mean I have to suffer too.” 

You smacked Dean in his bicep and he just chuckled, knowing how to pull at your strings just the right way. He pushed the newspaper over to you just as Sam was heading back to the table. “Here, look at this. I think we got one,” you took the paper from Dean and put it in front of Sam, who was sitting next to you. “Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week, Sophie Carlton, 18, walked into the lake but doesn’t walk out. Authorities dragged the water - nothing.”

Sam looked down at the circled obituary in front of him. “Sophie was the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year, none of the other bodies were found either. They had the funeral two days ago,” you told Sam. He was studying the paper intensely, not looking at you or Dean.

“A funeral?” Sam asked,  looking up. 

“Yeah it was weird, they buried an empty coffin for closure or something,” Dean said and you again smacked his bicep. “What the hell?” He asked, grabbing his arm and glaring at you.

“What closure? People don’t just disappear, guys,” Sam said. “Other people just stop looking for them,” your jaw dropped slightly, but you quickly picked it back up, biting your lip. You looked at Dean and he glanced at you before making eye contact with his brother. 

“Is there something you want to say?” Dean put his forearm on the table and leaned against it to get a better look at Sam from the other side of you. 

“The trail for dad is getting colder every single day,” Sam said. He was right, it was. As much as you also wanted to find John, you knew he could hold his own out there and you weren’t too worried. Part of you wondered if Dean used his disappearance as a bargaining chip to get Sam back into the game. You’d never admit that, though. 

“Exactly, so what are we supposed to do?” 

“I don’t know,” Sam said. “Something, anything.” 

“You know what?” Dean’s voice grew louder but was still calm and not drawing too much attention to the table. You ducked your head a little bit lower, trying to stay out of it as much as possible but you knew there would be a point where you’d have to intervene. “I’m sick of this attitude, you don’t think I want to find dad as much as you do?” Sam tried to talk but Dean kept ongoing. “We are the ones who have been with him every day for the past two years while you’ve been off to college going to pep rallies, we will find him but until then we’re going to kill everything bad between here and there, got it?” Your eyes widened at Dean’s speech and you felt the urge to stand up for Sam but you knew, deep down, that Dean was right. You two were the ones that stood with John for all that time while Sam abandoned you, he didn’t have much room to talk. 

You glanced up at Sam and he let out a breath from his nose, rolling his eyes a little. “Alright, Lake Manitoc,” Sam said, pointing to the newspaper. You looked at Dean and he was busy looking, again, at the waitress. “Hey!” Sam said, you pinching his thigh a little. 

“Huh?’ Dean said, snapping back to reality. You shook your head at Dean, so engulfed in another woman’s body that he couldn’t be fazed with the mini fight that just happened. 

 +++

You were posed as agents from the wildlife service in order to get more information from the Carlton family. Sophia’s brother Will answered the door and took you down to the lake where Sophie died. “She was about 100 yards out, that’s where she got dragged down.”

You stood on the edge of the lake, who you assumed to be her father, was sitting on a lawn chair out on the deck a few yards down. “You sure she didn’t just drown?” Dean asked. 

“She was a varsity swimmer, she practically grew up in that lake,” Will looked out into the water and you followed his gaze. It was absolutely stunning, the way the water was sitting still. There were trees lining the entire lake.  “She was as safe out there as she was in her own bathtub,” he finished. 

“No signs of splashing or distress?” Sam pushed. You walked to the very edge, looking down into the water. Will sounded so sure that she didn’t just drown, and you believed him. “Did you see any shadows? In the water?” Sam asked. 

“No, she was really far out there,” Will said. 

“Did you ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?” You asked, walking closer to Sam.

“No, why? What do you think’s out there?” Will asked, confused about all of your odd

questions.  You sighed and looked up at Sam as he glanced down at you. You heard Dean’s feet shuffle under him and he took a deep breath. 

“We’ll let you know as soon as we do,” he answered. Dean turned around and headed in the opposite direction, back to the Impala. You turned to follow him as Sam started talking again.

“What about your father? Can we talk to him?” Sam asked. You looked back at Sam and then to Will as he glanced at his own dad, still sitting on the dock.

“Look, if you don’t mind, I mean, he didn’t see anything, and he’s been through a lot,” Will said, mumbling over his words. Sam nodded and you grabbed his arm to pull him away from the conversation. 

“We understand, sorry,” you said, holding up your other hand out to him, offering peace. Will nodded and the three of you headed back to the Impala where your next stop was the police station, as small as it was in a town this size, you were sure they had to have at least some good information. 

The sheriff, as always, was not very receptive to your ideas that something was down in that lake. It was distressing seeing someone who tried so hard to keep a town safe, not know what was going on. He assured you that they searched that whole lake for Sophie Carlton’s body, but to avail. “There won’t be much of a lake in a few months anyway, the dam is falling apart and the feds won’t give us the funds to repair it so they’ve opened the spillway,” the sheriff told us. Dean nodded as if he knew but he didn’t.

“Sorry, am I interrupting?” There was a knock at the door and a pretty brunette stumbled in the office causing all of you to turn and look. The moment you saw her, you knew there would be another moment like at the diner. “I can come back,” she said. The three of you stood up. 

“Agents, this is my daughter,” the sheriff said. 

“Pleasure to meet you, I’m Dean,” Dean said, sticking his hand out to the woman. You tried not to roll your eyes, keeping your professionalism high. 

“Andrea Bar. Hi,” she said, shaking his hand. 

“Hi,” Dean replied, lust in his eyes.

“They’re from the wildlife service, about the lake,” the sheriff said. Andrea’s face fell at the words and you glanced up at Sam, knowing that he picked up on the change in her expression as well. 

“Oh,” Andrea said just as a little boy poked his head out from behind her. He had a bowl haircut, but somehow it fit him just fine. Dean said hello but the boy hid back behind his mom and then turned around, running in the opposite direction. Andrea left soon after him. 

“His name is Lucas,” the officer said. Sam and Dean both turned back around to look at him but you watched as Andrea handed him some crayons and they started to color together. 

“Is he okay?” Sam asked. 

“My grandson has been through a lot, we all have,” the sheriff said before dismissing all of us from his office. We bid our goodbyes until Dean turned back around, speaking more directly to Andrea about finding a good hotel in the area.

She said there was one up the street and Dean, flirtatious as always, convinced her to walk us there. “So, cute kid,” he said as she walked in front of all of us, leading the way. She was a fast walker, so fast that it was almost impossible for you to keep up. Sam kept checking behind his shoulder for you. “Kids are the best, huh?” Dean said again but Andrea just kept ignoring him.

You saw Sam chuckle at Dean and then he looked back at you with the smile still spread on his face. It made your heart swell and when she stopped, pointing to the hotel, you stopped right next to Sam, making sure your arms were touching. 

“Must be hard, with your sense of direction. Never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line,” Andrea said, turning to face Dean. His face dropped and she laughed before running back into the street, on her way to her own business. 

“Kids are the best?” You asked Dean, hiding your own laughter at her making Dean’s confidence drop a little bit. 

“You don’t even like kids,” Sam said. 

“I love kids!” Dean argued, his face still stinging with hurt from her remark. 

“Name three children that you even know,” Sam said and you laughed, already shaking your head before Dean even had a chance to think. He held his thumb up to begin counting but no words left his mouth. Sam brushed him off and headed inside the motel. You giggled and grabbed Dean’s hand, pulling him in behind you.

Once you were settled into the motel room, Sam did some more digging on the Manitoc drownings, finding that there were six more drownings in the past 35 years, none of the bodies were found from those either. Whatever this thing was, it was picking up it’s pace big time. 

Dean was thinking it was some sort of lake monster but you quickly turned down that theory with Sam backing you up. “There are tons of eyewitness accounts for these other lake monsters, but there’s nothing here. No one is alive to talk about it,” you said as Dean looked over Sam’s shoulder at a news article. 

“Wait, Bar,” Dean said as he pointed to the screen, “Christopher Bar. Where have I heard that name before?” Dean asked as Sam clicked to open more pages, you read the screen as he talked.

“Christopher Bar was the victim in May, wow,” Sam said as a picture loaded to the screen. The picture was of Lucas. “Christopher Bar was Andrea’s husband and Lucas’s father. Apparently, he took Lucas out swimming and he was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued,” Sam said, reading off of the article. He enlarged the picture of Lucas, soaked from the water and tears. His face flushed and defeated. You sighed, feeling sorrow deep in your bones as you looked up at Dean. His expression was the same as yours. 

“Maybe there is an eyewitness,” you said, almost disproving your point from earlier. 

“No wonder that kid was so freaked out,” Dean said. “Watching one of your parents die isn’t something you just get over.” He was standing behind you so you turned your head to look at him, stretching your arm over the back of your chair to grab his hand. He didn’t hesitate to give it to you and you gave it a squeeze, showing him you knew how he felt. How Lucas must feel. 

A few hours later you found Andrea sitting on a park bench, alone. The three of you said hello and asked if you could join, but when you looked over at the park, you saw Lucas sitting alone. “Do you mind if I say hi?” You asked, your motherly instincts kicking in like clockwork while on a hunt. 

Andrea nodded and you walked towards the little bench that he was stationed at, crayon hitting paper with little toy soldiers all around him. “Hey Lucas, how’s it going?” You asked, sitting down across from him. You had to kneel on the ground to be face level with him, but that was okay. Lucas didn’t say a word. “So, you’re into crayons? Me too. I loved drawing when I was a kid,” you said. Lucas still sat silent, drawing away. 

You noticed a pile of drawings next to Lucas so you rummaged through them a little, “these are awesome! Did you draw these?” You asked, not expecting an answer. “Mind if I sit and draw for a little?” You asked, grabbing a crayon and a piece of paper that was in another pile on the other side of Lucas. “I know you can hear me, but I think you just don’t want to talk,” you started. “I don’t know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something really bad. I think I know how you feel,” you said, beginning to draw on your paper but looking up the boys with Andrea from across the park. Dean was of course flirting with her while Sam had his eyes pinned on you. 

“I was a lot older than you, but, my mom died too. In a really, strange way-” you started but stopped. You didn’t want to say too much. “Well, anyway, maybe you don’t think anyone will listen to you or believe you, but I will,” you said. Lucas didn’t even seem fazed by the words you were saying but you watching him anyways. “Maybe you could just draw me a picture of what you saw that day,” you suggested. You sighed, giving up but not letting Lucas see how defeated you really were. “This is for you,” you said as you handed him the picture you drew. He didn’t look at it as you explained it to him, but instead, you put it down where you were sitting and walked away. 

The picture you had drawn was a family photo. It had you and your mom, but on the other side, it had John and the boys. They were your family now that your mom was gone. As you walked back to the boys and Andrea, you glanced back at Lucas and saw him looking at your picture. You couldn’t help but smile. 

“Lucas hasn’t said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad’s accident,” Andrea was saying to the boys as you walked up. Sam was nodding in understanding and Dean was paying more attention to her breasts than anything. 

“Yeah we heard, sorry,” Dean said, putting his hand on her elbow gently. Andrea glanced at you as you came up to them but then looked back at Sam. 

“What are the doctors saying?” 

“That’s some kind of post-traumatic stress,” Andrea said, shaking her head as if she didn’t believe it. 

“That can’t be easy for either of you,” you said, knowing just how hard it was on you after your mother died. You didn’t turn into a mute or anything but if you could have, you just might’ve. 

“We moved in with my dad, he helps us a lot,” Andrea said, a small smile playing on her lips at the mention of her father. Her face fell as she continues to talk though, “but, when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw…”  she trailed off. 

“Kids are strong, you would be surprised at what they can deal with,” Dean said taking a glance at you. Your eyes averted down quickly, avoiding eye contact. 

“You know, he used to have so much life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth, now he just sits there. Drawing pictures and playing with those army men,” Andrea’s expressions kept changing from happiness to sorrow with every single word she spoke. “Hey sweetie,” Andrea said as Lucas came up to the group. Lucas didn’t say a word as he walked right past his mom and straight to you, handing you a picture without making any eye contact. 

“Thanks, Lucas,” you said as you took the picture from his hands and looked at it. It was a picture of his house. Everyone exchanged looks, Andrea being the most shocked of all. 

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