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b0g-b0y · 1 year

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Jealousy

Price x Dom reader NSFW

Warnings: choking? Thigh riding, coming in clothes.

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Y/n was getting a little upset with the realization that Price was really busy recently he didn’t get nearly enough time to spend with Price. Whenever you did get to see Price he would have his arm resting on Gaz in the hallway well the two talked about something. You tried pushing the feeling off to you just missing his touch. But then again walking into the gym and seeing Soap give Price a friendly bap to the chest also made you upset that chest was yours to touch, not Soaps. The only thing that didn’t give you that tight feeling in your chest was running into Price and Ghost sitting in the kitchen with one faint light on drinking tea. If anything it made you freak out a little. It was 2am. Why are they drinking tea in a barely lit room? It scared the shit out of you.

After a long day you were able to join Price in your somewhat shared room. It had been so long since you had the man to yourself, but the giddy feeling of finally having Price with you would leave soon. Price was putting on his shoes and was going to grab his coat.”where are you going?” You asked.”I’m going drinking with Laswell and the boys I’ll be back late don’t bother waiting up for me” He responded with a small smile. You gave a small goodbye when he left. You found yourself getting upset again. All you wanted was your captain. You wanted to hold him and talk about anything and everything. Before retiring to bed for the night you locked your door Price could sleep in his own room you just want to wallow to yourself for the night. But your small pity party would end soon and turn into burning jealousy.

The next time you had the chance to see Price it was late at night and the base was almost empty. Price was walking towards his office. He wasn't paying attention. He was busy trying to find his lighter. Your eyes glared at the man and your feet seemed to carry you towards him. Your hand grabbed his throat and pushed him into his office. Price was ready to punch you until he realized it was you, but by the look on your face he knew something was wrong. Did he do something? Did he forget something important? A million thoughts ran through his brain of what got y/n acting like this. Your hand never left his throat.”John” you spoke deeply. At this point Price was worried y/n never called him that unless he did something stupid. “Yes love?” Price let out before swallowing you feel his adam's apple move against your hand. You moved your leg in between his and your hips pressing against his. “John you’re mine no one else’s yet you barely spend time with me. Maybe it’s because you like the feeling of Soaps hands on you? Or do you like the warmth Gaz provides? Maybe all that attention from men isn’t enough. Is it Laswell hhmm the men not enough you need a woman now?” Your voice was deep and you spoke sharply. Price wanted to be calm at this moment but seeing you jealous was new to him.” No no it isn’t like that.” Price replied. Y/ns eyes hardened not believing a thing he said. You started to rub your leg against his crotch.” Maybe you need a reminder then John, I want you to grind against my thigh until you cum” you said well looking into his eyes.” My office door is still open” you cut Price off.” I don’t care” you said well your hand moved from his throat down his chest before finding its place on his hips. Helping him move against your thigh once again.” That’s it John use my thigh to get of” you said. Price was breathing hard and his mouth let out grunts and whimpers, his body falling onto yours for support his legs we’re getting shaking and his grinding got faster.”Good boy Price being so good for me your getting close going to cum for me baby” The only response you got was Price moaning and the feeling of his cock twitching and coming.” Did I redeem myself?“ he asked, panting. Y/n didn’t say a word instead he moved to unbutton his captain's pants to see his boxers soaked from his fresh load.” Depends on how well you are for me, pull your boxers down and pull them towards me” y/n spoke. Price followed your orders and watched your movements closely. You pulled out your hard cock and stroked at a fast pace.”shit” you cursed. That was a sign you were getting close, stumbling forward a little bit and aiming your cock down slightly. Price watched you closely as you let out a sharp breath before cum shot out all over the inside of his boxers, Price's own cock twitched as he saw both of your fluids mixed together. You pulled his boxers up and gave his ass a small pat.” You're forgiven for now” you said and kissed Price on the cheek.”Sorry love I’ll be better at spending time with you… don’t like it when you call me John I want to go back to being your captain your good boy” Price said as you now held him in an embrace.

#cod x male reader #john price cod #x male reader #price x male reader #captain john price x male reader #cod x male!reader #top male reader #dom male reader

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antimonyandthyme · 5 months

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martian; retirement (as told by oscar)

They do a massive barbecue at the end of Seb’s visit. Mark’s steaks have been soaking in some special homemade marinade for precisely six hours. He’s got enough potatoes to feed a farm.

He forgets the salad.

“You forgot the salad,” Seb says. He sounds absolutely delighted. He’s sounded this way ever since Mark picked him up at the airport. But even more so at the moment. “All that talk about this being the best meal I’ll get this side of town, and you forgot the salad.”

“He’ll never let me live this down,” Mark says.

“I won’t,” Seb confirms.

Oscar owes it to Mark to help, just a little bit. “Isn’t there a Woolworths just around the corner?”

Mark’s face does something very funny. It takes a moment for Oscar to realize Mark’s sulking, like he’s genuinely upset he has to get salad from a store. Like it’s not going to be good for Seb or something. As if Mark could put a burnt steak in front of Seb, and Seb wouldn’t eat as if his life depended on it. How do you go from crashing into each other to this?

Seb checks Mark in the hip, and pries the tongs out of Mark’s unwilling hand. Oscar watches as their fingers tangle, not so briefly, before they separate. “I won’t let the meat burn, I promise.”

Mark sighs, and goes to grab the car keys.

“Do me a favour,” Seb says, “accompany him for me, will you? Don’t let him get lost at the salad bar.”

“Do my best,” Oscar says. Something in Seb’s tone makes Oscar look. Really look. At Mark standing in front of the chilled chafing dishes containing coleslaw and mixed greens.

At Mark staring right past, lost in thought.

Oscar reaches for a takeout container, and ladles a heap of Caesar salad in. Decides to get a little fancy and scatter some goat cheese atop. He clears his throat, and Mark nearly jumps.

“I’ve had this before,” Oscar tries. He’s gunning for it blind here. “Totally decent salad. I’m sure Seb wouldn’t mind.”

Mark lets out a small chuff of laughter. “You could give him a slice of toast and he’d thank you for it.”

“Okay,” Oscar says. He clicks the tongs in his hand for something to do. Ting ting. Then he reaches for another takeout container, and spoons the Thai salad in. The more the merrier, Seb would agree. “So why—?”

“I keep trying to convince myself this wouldn’t be the last I see of him for awhile.”

“It won’t,” Oscar protests. “He’s retired now. He has more time.”

“For his bees, and the sailing, and the exploring, and the whatever that comes after retirement. So what should I say? Stay here instead?”

There isn’t an answer for that. Oscar can’t pretend he’s ever wanted that of someone. Maybe someday. Maybe never. Seb and Mark don’t seem to be enjoying it. The wanting that of someone.

The containers are getting ridiculously full. Mark doesn’t reach for them yet. So, delicately, Oscar sprinkles a layer of sesame seeds on top.

“We’ve been apart so often,” Mark says, unprompted. “We’ve had our own schedules most of our lives, and this isn’t any different. I know I’m being silly.”

“You’re not,” Oscar says. It doesn’t feel strange, saying that to someone he looks up to in every which way possible. Someone in charge of his future. He wants that devastation wiped off Mark’s face. “I’ve seen how you look at each other.”

It’s how Mark’s gaze is turned upwards whenever Seb’s telling a story, like a plant searching out the light. It’s how Seb’s eyes dance across everyone in the room before landing on Mark. Floating away, then settling back. Floating away, then settling back again. It’s never grandiose declarations like, Stay here with me forever. It’s the drifting, through landscape after landscape, and the returning each and every time.

“Maybe,” Oscar says, “if you asked.”

“If I asked, he would.”

Which is why Mark will never. Oscar knows that much about love, at least. Something about letting go. He snaps the lids of the containers shut. Mark trails after him, and only shakes out of his stupor when Oscar tries to pay for the salads.

Seb greets them at the door with an anxiousness Oscar’s familiar with. Tongs in his hand, Ting ting.

“Did you get lost?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Oscar says. Next to him, Mark stiffens. “Do you know how many varieties of salad Woolworths has?”

Mark presents the containers to Seb with a flourish. Their fingers overlay. Oscar imagines pressing his own hands on top, like Stay, stay.

Stay if you know what’s good for you.

“Oh my god,” Mark says.

The barbeque smells as if it’s caught fire.

“You like your meat well done, right?” Seb looks hopeful. He also looks like he’s on the verge of panic. Like the brief moment away from Mark had done him in. Made him forget his name, and all that comes with it, reputation and inheritance and legacy.

That gaze of Seb’s again, darting away, lingering on Mark, darting away, lingering on Mark once more.

“One forgets the salad, and one forgets the meat,” Oscar says. He kinda wants to yell at them for being idiots. He’s almost embarrassed for them both. Mostly, he’s just hungry. “The two of you deserve each other.”

But Mark’s laughing now, and Seb’s joined him, shoulders shaking. Oscar grumbles and goes to rummage around the kitchen for something edible. No one has ever said ex-Formula 1 drivers were smart. They’ve spent too long driving around in circles to understand that the quickest way from point A to B is a straight line.

Hah. That’s a good one.

There’s linguine in Mark’s cupboard, and two tins of unopened tomato sauce. Nothing goes better with potatoes than even more carbs.

“Expired in 2021,” Seb reads.

“I don’t care,” Oscar says fervently. “Can I leave the boiling of water to you, or will you burn that too?”

“I like him,” Seb says to Mark brightly. Mark gives Seb a look, watery and resigned and so fucking fond. “You’ll continue giving him a hard time for me, won’t you?”

“Do my best,” Oscar says.

#athy texts #fanfic #rpf #martian #from a third person's pov #brought to you by that gifset #you know that one #that one where they look like kids at christmas waiting for each other #head in my hands #happy martian monday

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daytaker · 4 months

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A Heart-Pounding Interruption to My Life as an Otaku Shut-In!!

Leviathan recognizes these tropes... He's onto you.

Ship: Leviathan x Reader Word Count: 991 Cross-Posted on AO3

It kind of felt like the main character blew into town when you arrived. I never told that to anyone because I didn’t think they’d get it, but since you’ll probably never see this, I might as well put it all out there.

I mean, just look at the situation we’re talking about: a human was whisked away from their standard human-world life and woke up in the Devildom as an exchange student. And not only that– gasp! They’re living in a house with seven conventionally attractive men with wacky and diverse personalities?! This was an obvious reverse-harem plot! And it looked like I was in the harem!

As the days went on, I only became more and more convinced about the situation. The way you started working through us one by one, identifying our vulnerabilities and getting closer to us as individuals and as a collective… That was classic otome heroine behavior, and I was not going to stand for it. Because I knew that there was at least a 6:7 chance I wasn’t the male lead. Odds were, I’d be passed over by a normie with normie taste for one of my normie brothers. This called for a strategy meeting.

So I convened a war council. Myself, Henry, and… well, just myself and Henry. Asmo was busy and Beel wasn’t going to come if I didn’t provide snacks. But Henry never lets me down.

We worked late into the night, and eventually, I drew up my plan of action: Give up completely and isolate myself so that whatever feelings I might have inadvertently caught would be smothered underneath my devotion to Ruri-chan and Sucre Frenzy!

It wasn’t especially creative, but I wasn’t looking for creativity. I was looking for results!

Just… Well… It turned out it didn’t provide results either…

You came knocking on my door the very next day and asked if I was doing alright.

I mean, what was I supposed to say to that? I get that it might not be a big deal to most people to have someone show some level of concern for their basic welfare, but it was for me. It really rattled me! So I would lose my head whenever you showed up. I’d forget all about the war plans and start getting excited. I’d start thinking about what shows and series to recommend to you, and I’d start thinking about whether you’d want to watch any of them with me, and I’d start thinking about whether any of the games I was into recently would interest you…

It was like I wanted to spend my precious time getting closer to you. It was awful! Especially since I knew I was just another guy in the harem.

So there was this game I played a long time ago called My Heart-Pounding Soul Search on Earth. It was a dating sim where the main character was a demon disguised as a human, and they were looking for an ideal soul to pair up with. You know me, right? I’m a completionist. I like to finish every game in as many ways as I possibly can. I don’t really do that sort of thing for dating sims anymore though, mostly because of MHPSSE. See, there was this one character called Alex–one of the routes you could go for, right? And I like Alex, so the first time around, I went for that route. Then I went to play again, and…I got Alex again. So I played a third time, and I was really trying to go for Yuki, but I kept selecting answers that increased my intimacy with Alex again, and eventually I just gave up and dated Alex for the rest of my simulated life. It was like…I had a bunch of options in front of me, but I kept getting drawn to the choices that brought me closer to the same outcome, even when I thought I was trying to do something different.

Does that make sense? I feel like I’m doing it again now.

So I never ended up isolating myself into oblivion or un-catching any feelings that might have accidentally got themselves attached to me. Instead I did the opposite. Except in this scenario, like I’ve already said, I’m not the main character anymore. I’m Alex! But I’m only your Alex if you like Alex best. I could be Dylan for all I know, and nobody ever went for Dylan. Dylan sucked, lmao.

Do you know what the worst part is? I don’t even think I’d mind being Dylan. Ehhhh… Scratch that, I don’t want to be Dylan. Mammon can be Dylan. But I don’t think I need to be your Alex to be happy. Because, well, you still hang out with me and let me talk about nerd stuff and don’t roll your eyes or tell me to beat it or laugh at me behind my back.

I know you don’t laugh at me behind my back. I’m really good at sussing that kind of thing out.

You laughed to my face sometimes. Sometimes I got too excited or too intense or something, I guess, and you must have thought it was kind of funny. But more often, you seemed like you actually… felt some sort of interest in what I’m talking about. And the really annoying thing is that I don’t even get mad anymore when you do laugh, because it never feels mean-spirited. I hope I’m not just being an idiot and seeing things how I wish they were. I don’t like being played for a fool, you know. That’s Mammon’s job, lol.

So, yeah. I don’t really know what I was trying to say here. I really hope you never see this. I’d die of embarrassment. But, um… maybe, if you wanted to, you could go for my route sometime? I’d definitely be okay with that.

And thanks… for everything.

#obey me #fanfic #obey me leviathan #obey me fanfic #om! leviathan #obey me levi x reader #daytaker fanfic #obey me x reader #obey me levi #levi

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stagkingswife · 1 year

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Energy Batteries

A Lazy Deer’s Guide to Ignoring Space and Time in Spell Work

I’ve been pretty frank about how I don’t really incorporate timing into my magical paradigm, that’s because this “battery” trick was one of the first methods that I figured out for myself after the death of my childhood teacher. Because I’ve been doing it for so long I admit that I find it hard to detail the process in words, it’s like explaining in words how to walk or ride a bike, so I’m going to just explain my basic theory and leave it up to you guys to work out how the details work on an individual level. I use this basic method for storing my own energies when I have excess (rare) for use when I feel depleted (more common, thanks to chronic illnesses and pain), storing important/interesting energies for later use, even for short term housing of spirits as part of the “catch and release” relocation aspect of the house “cleansings” I do. We’re going to focus mostly on the first two for the purposes of this post.

Storing Your Own Energy:

This is the logical place to start if you ask me, it’s basically just an energy work exercise. Before you start get an object that you want to be your battery, I have tried all sorts of objects and haven’t found much variation in quality or ease of operation based on what object I chose, so I recommend just picking something obvious, something that you won’t forget that you charged up with a bunch of energy, or better yet, something that you can label - or put in a container with a label.

Making the battery itself is rather simple, building off of my other energy exercises:

Get comfortable holding the object that will serve as your battery. Some people believe that their energies flow better through one hand than the other, if this is your paradigm, hold the object in that hand, if not I find both hands work well.

Collect your personal energy into a tightly condensed core, and pull just a little bit away from the rest and send it down one arm or the other and into the object.

Once the connection is established you can feed a little bit more at a time, though be careful not to feed too much at a time or you may find yourself feeling drained.

Once the object is “full”, disconnect your thread of energy from it and tuck it back into your core. You can now store your full energy battery away until you need it.

*I don’t really have a good way to describe how to know when a battery is getting “full,” it’s just a sort of intuitive/instinctive feeling that I get. Usually 15-20 minutes of unbroken concentration on charging is enough to fill a battery enough to power a standard spell for me. This is something that everyone trying this is going to need to experiment with to get a feel for.

Storing Foreign Energies:

This is how I ignore timing and spatial limitations in my spell work. Let’s say I want to use the energy of a certain natural occurrence, like a thunderstorm, or of a certain place like the Mississippi River, or my college campus, but I don’t want to wait for a storm or until I can physically get to such a place. Instead I collect batteries of such energies whenever the opportunity presents itself. Then whenever I want to work some storm energies, or Mississippi energies, or college energies, into a spell I can draw on that battery regardless of where I am or what the weather is.

The bulk of the process is the same, but first I draw the energy through myself, the same way I do when channeling an entity.

Open your mind/awareness to the energies you want to put in a battery.

Pull the energy into yourself and through yourself and just like above into the object that is going to serve as the battery using the method above.

*For this I like to use objects somehow tied to the energy I’m storing as the physical component of the battery - vials of rainwater for the thunderstorm, rocks found in the location that I want to store the energy of. I find the sympathetic link keeps the energy fresher and more vibrant for longer. Using a battery in spell work for me is just like using my own personal energy, or any other energy source for that matter. It's just that when using a battery I happen to know in advance exactly what energy and how much of it is available to me. I will say that I don' like to use batteries for spells that I expect to need long term or in perpetuity, unless I have enough batteries of the same kind that I can cycle them through the spell to keep the energy level consistent. Instead I like them for quick burst spells or spells with a medium duration at best.

#witchcraft #energy work #energy batteries #spoonie witch

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beanghostprincess · 5 months

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Love the concept of Usopp falling for Transfem!Sanji but all of his attempts at flirting end up just being cute and making sanji laugh (genuinely laugh. A sweet laughter. She's head over heels for him too btw) but he wants it to be sexy. He wants to turn her on, or, whatever. But whenever he tries to be sexy he ends up failing miserably because he forces it to be extremely normative (exercising shirtless type of sexy. Don't take advice from Zoro) instead of just being himself. And as I said, he takes advice from fucking mosshead so of course he isn't going to look the type of sexy Sanji likes.

Nami has to physically drag Usopp to the girls room with Robin so she can call him thousands of insults before actually telling him that he's acting like a fucking idiot. That Sanji likes him back already. So Usopp is like, all hopeful and happy and says: "Oh! So you're telling me to just be myself?! :D"

To what Nami replies with the scariest most intimidating evil laughter in the whole universe: "Oh, no. Darling. No. You have no fucking idea what women like, do you?"

He's pretty much scared.

But Nami and Robin end up telling him the secrets of womanhood or, well, what they personally like. And Nami doesn't even like men, but she knows how to read a room and manipulate other girls with men and also, she's a lesbian. She knows what women like. She likes women. Women like her. She's the best person for this job. And also Robin because she's older and wiser.

And also, they share a room with Sanji. They talk at night. They know what she likes.

So they tell Usopp about hands. About how crazy Usopp's hands drive her while he works and that he should use them to his advantage (put a hand on her thigh casually while they talk, brush their hands together more often, tuck her hair behind her air sometimes, show her some of his inventions with his hands pretty much being the main focus, etc). Basically, they tell him to sexualize his hands as much as possible because everyone fucking knows Sanji has a thing for that. And Robin can confirm girls like that because every time she sees Franky build something it makes her knees weak (she says this in a very weird and off putting tone so Usopp isn't sure if 'making her knees weak' is some kind of euphemism for darker, more intimate things he is not ready to hear).

Then the hair. Nami is always saying Usopp's hair is spectacular, but also, that Sanji goes insane whenever she sees Usopp first thing in the morning. Messy, undone hair and everything. So the navigator insists on him being a bit more careless with it. Not caring that much about ponytails or buns unless he makes them look really good and intentionally messy.

He has to forget about the whole 'shirtless exercisisng' thing because that's Zoro's way of being a gym bro and attracting their captain (and it only works because he's already dating Luffy and Luffy enjoys seeing his boyfriend doing whatever) and instead focus on being casually shirtless. And it's not like Nami supports the massive whores this ship has because she's exhausted of men being so disgusting around here, but if it's to help them out (she only wants them to stop pining because it's annoying) she will let Usopp walk around the place without a shirt on (as if he didn't do it already but, y'know, this time is obvious he does it intentionally).

Robin then says something about Sanji liking dominant guys, which, well- It's a thing Usopp already knew because it's not hard to tell. But also the archeologist mentions that he should act more confident around Sanji. Be less anxious (as if it were easy, btw) because he has absolutely nothing to worry about. She won't fall out of love, seriously, she's too down bad to get up at this point and the worst thing that can happen is Usopp looking cringey. But confidence looks good on him! So he needs to do all these things without it being obvious that he's trying to be sexy.

Basically, they end up telling him a few more things that girls like Sanji love in men, and Usopp realizes that it's not actually changing himself but accentuating his personality to a bit of an extreme sometimes to get Sanji focus on him.

And it works. it- It surprisingly works???? What the fuck.

Because Usopp does everything Nami and Robin told him. He touches Sanji more. He runs his hands through her arms and thighs slightly and casually when they talk and it makes Sanji cough and blush and needing a moment of silence to continue speaking. He works in the kitchen and specifically build things that need a constant use of hands. He lets his hair undone all day long or only wears messy buns, and he doesn't say anything if he catches Sanji bleeding or fainting (he really, really wants to go help but he knows it would only makes things worse so he lets Chopper take care of it). He doesn't wear t-shirts anymore (he didn't already, but now it's different) and casually stretches or rests his elbows on the ship and makes poses when Sanji is looking. He starts to talk more in a more confident manner. Voice deeper. Words clearer. Once, he even places himself behind Sanji while she's cooking and tries to grab something from the top shelf of the kitchen, resting his hand on her hip for a long second. It drives her wild. To be honest, Usopp didn't even do that on purpose but Nami congratulated him on that one, and he couldn't just say it had happened naturally.

Sanji is a mess, btw. Her food is still perfect and she fights normally but whenever they're not doing anything important she seems lost in thought and the whole crew is so done with her and Usopp. She doesn't even want to fight Zoro anymore and it frustrates the swordsman because their lil arguments and fights are kind of a thing between them and it's ruining his daily schedule!!! Usopp is going to be the death of her, honestly, and Zoro is then going to kill Usopp for that (me and my beautiful love for platonic Zosan).

But neither of them does anything or makes the first move because they're stupid and deep inside they're shy and they're used to being pining idiots.

Then, Usopp takes all this flirting thing a bit too seriously. Because he is stupid and fears that if he stops, Sanji will lose interest in him. So even if it's raining or snowing, he's shirtless. He says it's that a confident man like him doesn't need clothes to be warm, only Sanji's beauty (or something like that, he said). But even Franky is wearing a jacket, so... Also, he tries so hard to accentuate his hands movements when he works that he doesn't get the job done most of the time. And his hair keeps getting in the way and bothering him while he fights. It's a mess.

And Sanji notices because she might be extremely turned on by him but she's not that oblivious.

So one night she sees Usopp fucking freezing because they're close to a winter island and he refuses to dress properly. At least his hair keeps him warm, sort of, but he can't work like this, either. Sanji rolls her eyes and just approaches him without saying a word, throws him a sweater, wraps him in a blanket, and before Usopp can say anything, Sanji starts to tie his hair up into his usual ponytail. Usopp refuses and keeps saying that he doesn't need this! That he's God Usopp and can handle a little but of cold! But he doesn't stop her from doing all of these things, in the end.

Sanji only laughs and gets a hold of Usopp's hands to warm them up, sitting next to him. She breathes against them and now it's Usopp's time to blush uncontrollably. Sanji looks up from there. "You're a moron, you know? You don't need to do all of this."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Blatant lie.

The cook keeps holding his hands but rests her head on Usopp's shoulders, cuddling against him. "You look really handsome with your hair tied up."

"Uh? I- Thank y-"

"And I love your hands, but if you don't take more care of them I'm going to kick your ass. And also, if you get sick and affects our adventures and your sexy voice I will end you."

"Sexy what-"

"I like it when you blush and stutter and are anxious about every little thing, too."

So Usopp squeezes Sanji's hands back (after a whole long second of analyzing what the other just said) and lets himself rest against her, her undone hair falling over his shoulder and her perfectly polished nails brushing his skin. She smells sweeter than usual. Like chocolate. And even if it's cold, she needs to wrap herself in the blanket too because she's wearing a short dress.

Perhaps Usopp hasn't been the only one trying hard to accentuate his good traits. And God, Usopp loves her even more every day.

The sniper tries to be confident and wrap an arm around her shoulders, but he hesitates, and that same second, Sanji is the one to guide it around her body.

And Usopp is nervous and blushing and Sanji's kicking her feet under the blanket. And it's extremely messy. And perfect. It's always perfect.

#okay so #i love them to death #and i am so so so so soft for usopp x transfem!sanji #they make me extremely happy #and they're idiots in love #one piece #black leg sanji #transfem sanji #usopp #sanuso #nami #nico robin #roronoa zoro #zolu but y'know it's just there randomly #and frobin but again just supporting couple

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undercovergamer · 7 months

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✨Laughing Your Worries Away✨

I couldn’t decide which pic was better so this one has two

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️ also contains angst

After sort of becoming Kaveh’s “emotional support oni”, he felt that he should come up with more fun ways of cheering him up whenever he’s sad. No Kavehs were harmed in the writing of this fic.

Content warning: Kaveh is very anxious in the beginning which can be upsetting to read. Hi I edited the summary bc it was too long lol

Note: This is a silly scenario I made up with a friend. Basically Itto is in Sumeru because lazy writing and he’s staying with Alhaitham and Kaveh until he returns to Inazuma, also because lazy writing. We don’t need logic in silly fics like this, right?

Word Count: 3303

“Argh! It’s no use! Something will go wrong, I just know it!”

“Nuh uh! I bet it’ll be lots of fun, actually.“

“Anything can happen, which means anything can go wrong!”

“Or… it means anything can go right, instead. Right?”

“No it doesn’t! That’s not how it works… Do you even know how unlucky I’ve been recently? Who knows when that’ll end?!”

Kaveh was overthinking an event he was going to attend in a few days, panicking over all the possible accidents and mistakes that could ruin everything. He was sure something would go horribly wrong, just not what exactly. It was really stressing him out. Itto was trying his best to help, but Kaveh’s just couldn’t listen. Every time a solution came up, another problem came down.

“Kaveh, please, try to be more rational here, alright? Just think of all the good things that can happen instead! Like... what if you win a prize?” Itto suggested, trying to comfort him.

“Oh, please. How I wish I could! What if something breaks? Or- Or catches fire?! What if it rains and I forget my keys again? What if- I just- I- I can’t- Ugh!! I’m gonna make a complete fool of myself!” Kaveh was stress-pacing back and forth in his room and messing with his hair. He was too anxious to think straight, poor guy.

“Hey, hey, easy now. Take deep breaths.” Itto was trying to de-escalate the situation.

“No! I can’t! This is serious!”

“Please, you need to chill for a bit… all this stress isn’t good for you. Let’s just sit down and we’ll-”

“Ugh, it’s no use, Itto! I can’t just ignore my problems like that! I’m sorry…” Kaveh turned around put his hands in his face for a moment before groaning and anxiously pacing back and forth again. Itto sighed, trying to keep his patience. He didn’t want to be upset with Kaveh, it’s not like he can help that he’s anxious. Hmm, what to do…

“Ah… do you need a hug?” Itto asked, extending his arms and smiling. “You sound like you really need one. C’mere!” Kaveh turned to him with tears in his eyes. If words didn’t work, surely actions would, right?

“F-Fine. M-Maybe just- *sniffle*… j-just one h-h-hug.” Kaveh had tears streaming down his face the moment he accepted Itto’s hug, collapsing into his arms and sobbing. Itto hugged tight and comforted him while he cried, making sure to hold his balance.

“There, there… sshh… it’s gonna be ok. You’re safe… I’ve got you.” Itto said calmly, giving him a gentle headpat. He was starting to tear up as well, but held it together so Kaveh wouldn’t feel worse.

“H-H-How *hic* d-do you *hic* know??” Kaveh sobbed, burying his face in Itto’s shoulder. He was always surprised by how gentle Itto could be, unlike his usual high energy and loudness. It always caught him off-guard a little bit.

“You’ll feel better after you’ve cried, trust me. It’s okay… Just let it aaall out. And remember to breathe...” Itto held him close, gently stroking his back and slowly rocking back and forth.

“Take a deep breath in through your nose.” He said, inhaling and holding his breath for a few seconds. “Hold it for a bit... then, exhale through your mouth. Like this!” He said, slowly exhaling to demonstrate. Eventually, the architect began sobbing less and breathing more, trying to calm down with the breathing exercise Itto suggested. It seemed to be working fine.

After a while, Kaveh could finally compose himself and stop crying. He stayed in the hug for a bit before letting go to wipe his tears away.

“There you go… Do you feel better now?” Itto asked softly, handing him a tissue.

“Yeah… I-… I really needed that. Thank you.” Kaveh replied, blowing his nose into the tissue before throwing it in the bin.

“How do you feel?”

“I feel... fine, I guess.”

“You look sad…”

“Oh… no, no, I’m not sad. I just… ugh…” Kaveh sighed. He was actually feeling better than before, but it was only a matter of time before he’d start overthinking again. He felt so hopless… Itto needed to solve that; he knew exactly how.

“Hmm… you know, I think I know something else that could cheer you up.” Itto said with a sudden grin.

“Wh-What are you doing? D-Don’t- No funny business!” Kaveh felt nervous. Every time Itto had that expression, he’d conduct mischief.

“Hey, c’mon, I’m not gonna do anything bad!” He looked really suspicious… definitely up to no good.

“I-I know, but- uh- d-don’t look at me like that! Ooh, I just KNOW you’re planning something…” Kaveh glared at him and took a step back.

“Heheheh. Oh you are absolutely right, my friend...” Itto chuckled and began wiggling his fingers in the air. Kaveh’s eyes widened as he realized what that meant.

“D-Don’t even THINK about it! Don’t you dare!” Kaveh protested, but it didn’t have any effect as Itto slowly came closer, chuckling to himself.

“I’m gonna get you~” he teased.

“S-Stay back, or I’ll- uh…” Kaveh backed up against a wall, realizing he’d have to make a run in for it.

“Or what, you’ll tell Haitham?” Itto teased. Kaveh suddenly tried to escape by running past Itto to get out of the room. But of course it backfired as Itto quickly caught him and held him tight with a playful hug from behind. “Haha! Gotcha!”

“Agh! Let me go, you brute!” Kaveh squirmed, trying to break free, but he wasn’t strong enough.

“Hey! That’s not very nice!” Itto replied, still smiling with mischief.

“I-…! I uh… s-sorry… I-I just-”

“Hey now, no guilt! It’s alright, buddy! Don’t worry. I’m gonna cheer you up in the most effective way I know!”

“B-But this is unfair! I can barely move!” Kaveh complained, looking down in frustration.

“Good thing I can! Heheh. Are you ticklish, Kaveh?” Itto asked, playfully forming his hands into claws on Kaveh’s sides.

The architect began nervously giggling at the sight, but tried to stay cool. “D-Dohon’t be ridiculous! O-Of course nohot!”

“Reeaaally? Are you sure about that?” Itto teased, clawing one single time, resulting in a jump and surprised squeal out of Kaveh. Itto laughed at his reaction.

“H-Hey! That’s not funny! L-Let me go!” Kaveh giggled against his will, trying to break free. His face was slowly turning red from embarrassment.

“Sounds pretty ticklish to me! This’ll be fun!” Itto said teasingly, slowly beginning to tickle Kaveh.

“ACK- D-Don’t you dare!! Y-You- hngh...” The architect twitched and yelped, trying very hard to keep his giggles in by covering his mouth.

“Tickle tickle~ come on! It’s not fun if you won’t laugh!” Itto suddenly started tickling faster, scribbling over Kaveh’s ribs. “Tickle tickle tickle~!”

Kaveh squealed at the sudden sensation and began laughing and squirming. “EEEHEHEHEHE!! Ahahahahahahahaha!! Nohohohoho!!” He tried is best to break free from the oni’s grasp, but the hug remained strong.

“Haha, got you! Tickle tickle tickle!” Itto giggled along with Kaveh, spider-tickling his ribs and tummy.

“EEK! Ahahahahahaha!! Ittohoho!! Plehehehehease!!” Kaveh squealed, trying to bend forward to protect himself. Itto responded by lifting him up in a bear hug and tickling his waist. The man let out a scream before laughing and kicking like crazy. “PUHUT MEHEHE DOHOHOHOWN!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Grrr! There’s no escape from the tickle monster! Mwahahaha!” Itto laughed, playfully putting him down and letting go before tickling his sides. “Tickle tickle tickle!!”

“EEK!! BahahahaHAHAHAHA!! G-Gehehet awahahahahahay!!” Kaveh laughed, trying to push Itto away.

“Hehehehe! I got you~!” Itto teased, playfully following Kaveh down as he lost balance and squirmed to the floor. Itto stopped tickling to make sure he didn’t get hurt.

“S-Seriously? The… huff… the tickle monster?! Come on… that’s… huff… that’s just childish…!” Kaveh said, panting heavily.

“Hahahaha! Y’know, you haven’t told me to stop yet. Are you having fun?” Itto asked with a giddy grin on his face. He was sat on the floor, next to the architect.

“I- uh, y-you- um…” Kaveh’s face turned red from embarrassment. He wanted the floor to swallow him whole.

Itto laughed. “Ah, I get it. You’re embarrassed, aren’t you?”

“H-How did you know?!” Kaveh questioned, feeling flustered. Itto was probably gonna tell everyone, he thought. Oh how humiliating…

“Well for one, you haven’t said ‘stop it’ even once, and uh… well, your face got all red when I pointed that out. Hahahaha!”

“S-Stop laughing! It’s not funny!” Kaveh covered his face with his hands.

“Hehehe, sorry! I’m not laughing at you, I just think it’s silly. Anyway, do you want me to stop tickling you yet? Or should I continue?” Itto chuckled and wiggled his fingers above Kaveh.

“Y-You better n-not-… pfft-” Kaveh started giggling from anticipation again, trying to keep it in.

“Listen, all you have to do is tell me ‘stop’ and I’ll stop, alright? I promise!” Itto said, giving him a friendly smile.

“It- It can’t be that easy…” Kaveh said under his breath, but Itto heard him anyway.

“Oh, but it is! I don’t wanna make you panic, y’know. I’m still tickling you because I know you’re enjoying yourself.” Itto playfully poked his tongue out and chuckled to himself.

Kaveh got nervous. “O-Ok fine, y-you got me… uh… p-please don’t tell anyone! I-I don’t know what I’d do if- uh-…”

“Hey, hey! Relax! I won’t tell a soul. Not even Ushi! My lips are sealed. No one shall know! I promise!” Itto said, giving Kaveh a reassuring pat on the head.

“Thank you…” Kaveh said, sighing with relief.

“No problemo, hombre! Now… where else are you ticklish?” Itto asked, tickling Kaveh’s sides and ribs without warning.

“EEK! AAHAHAHAHahahahaha!! ITTO NAHAHAHA!!” Kaveh squealed, squirming around on the floor. Again, he was surprised with how gentle Itto was. He thought the tickling would hurt at first, but oh how wrong he was. The oni was as gentle as he was merciless… in a playful way of course.

“Hehehe! Tickle tickle, Kaveh!” Itto teased, tickling down to his tummy and waist as high pitched laughter and squeals filled the room. “Just let me know when you’ve had enough, alright? Say ‘okay’ if you heard that!”

“EHEHEHE!! Ohohokahahahahay!! AhahahAHAHAHAHA!! N-NOT THERE!!” Kaveh screeched, trying to roll away from the tickles.

“Aha! A weak spot! Heheheh, I win!” Itto exclaimed, playfully squeezing the architect’s waist.

After a little while, Itto heard a voice from outside the room.

“What’s with all the noise? What are y-… …oh.” It was Alhaitham, checking the situation out of curiosity. “Itto, what are you doing..?” he asked, rolling his eyes at the scene.

“Oh hey, man! I’m just tickling Kaveh! He was feeling stressed so I thought I’d distract him for a while!” Itto replied, poking all over Kaveh’s ribs.

“EEK! NohohoHOHOHO!! AAH! Not like thahahahat!!” Kaveh protested, covering his sensitive ribs with his arms.

“Don’t you think that has the opposite effect..?” Alhaitham asked, confused.

“Naah he’s fine. It’s working pretty well, I’d say.” Itto giggled to himself and began playfully squeezing his sides instead.

“AAHAHAHAHAHA!! AHALHAHAITHAHAM HEHEHEHELP!!” Kaveh screeched, squirming even more and trying really hard to roll away and escape.

Itto laughed and stopped tickling him. “You good, bro?” He asked, helping him sit up and patting him on the back.

“Haha… hah… y-yeah…” Of course Alhaitham had to show up. Kaveh could simply die from embarrassment.

“Kaveh, I hope you realize you don’t have to just lie there and take it.” Alhaitham said, looking down at him.

“Naah man, don’t worry about it! He’s fine, really! We-” Kaveh quickly covered Itto’s mouth and hissed “Sshhh!! You weren’t supposed to say anything!”

Alhaitham rolled his eyes. “Kaveh, for your own good you should at least try to fight back. It’s not as hard as you’d think.” He said, looking at Itto.

“Whoa whoa, hang on, are you saying I’m weak? Ha! That is simply absurd! How dare you?” Itto scoffed, crossing his arms.

“No, that’s not what I meant, Itto. Let me show you.” Alhaitham quickly poked his side, making him jump and protest.

“Wha- Hey! Don’t do that! I’m not- I’m not ticklish! I just- pfft-” Itto was interrupted by yet another poke, this time from Kaveh who was now curiously poking away at his ribs, sending the oni into a giggling fit.

“Hehehey! Nohohohohahahaha!” He giggled, trying to defend himself.

“Wow, no way! I never would’ve guessed an oni like you would be so ticklish!” Kaveh said, chuckling to himself.

“Hahahaha! I’m nahahahahat!!”

“You are! Tickle tickle tickle!”

“Nohohoho!! Pfft- stahahahap!!” Itto managed to push Kaveh’s hands away to stop him from tickling. “Ohoho, you’re not gonna get me that easily! You’re in trouble now!” he said, grinning.

“W-Wahahait nohoho! A-Alhaitham, do somethihing!” Kaveh pleaded, giggling nervously.

“I’ve got better things to do. I’m sorry, Kaveh.” Alhaitham replied.

“B-But-”

“See ya.”

“No! NO WAIT!” Alhaitham left the room and Kaveh started squirming, trying to escape his playful demise.

“Heheheh, looks like ol’ Haitham can’t help you now, huh?” Itto said with a somewhat menacing grin.

“Oh, by the way,” Alhaitham poked his head through the doorway. “Itto, get his hips.”

“WHAT?! D-Don’t tell him that!! Are you crazy?!” Kaveh yelled, glaring daggers into Alhaitham.

“Ooh, you don’t say~?” Itto already guessed that area was particularly sensitive, but decided to play along for the sake of evil.

“Mhm. Anyway, see ya.” The scribe simply smirked and left the scene, closing the door.

“Alhaitham, you are SO DEAD after this!!” Kaveh yelled angrily, but he started giggling uncontrollably when he heard Itto’s sinister chuckle. That grin sent shivers down his spine. The anticipation was through the roof!

“I-Itto, wait! Y-You don’t have to- pfft-hehehe nohohohoho!! Wahahait!!” He tried, and failed, to crawl away in time.

“I’m gonna get you~! Hehehe!” Itto caught him before he could escape.

“Nohohoho!” Kaveh quickly covered his sensitive hips as best as he could.

“Oh, that just won’t do.” Itto could simply move Kaveh’s arms himself, but he was worried that’d make him panic. So instead, he decided tickling them away was a safer option.

“EEK! AhahaHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT!!” Kaveh squealed when Itto began rapidly poking all over his ribs and tum, with more fingers this time. Why on earth did that tickle so bad?!

“Hehe, this is fun! You’re no match for my signature ten-finger-pokes! Hahaha!” Itto bragged, giggling along with Kaveh’s laughter. Soon enough, the architect gave in to his instincts and tried to cover his ribs with his arms instead. That’s when Itto’s hands quickly latched onto the architect’s hips, summoning a surprised squeal.

“Waitwaitwaitwait nohohoho!! Nononono don’t you DARE!! I- ehehehehe!! Plehehehease!!” Kaveh grabbed Itto’s wrists, but wasn’t strong enough to pull them away.

“Heheheh, you haven’t said ‘stop’ yet, buddy. Still having fun? Hmm?” Itto teased, laughing when Kaveh’s face turned red.

“J-Just you wait! You’ll be sorry!! I’ll get my revehehEHEHEHENGE!! GWAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!” Itto began rapidly squeezing his hips. Kaveh screamed and arched his back, kicking and flailing around, unable to struggle properly. His wild laughter even rose an octave or two. Those ticklish shockwaves were so bad he couldn’t think straight!

“Hahaha! Aw, does it tickle? Kitchy kitchy koo!” Itto teased, laughing with Kaveh.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEASE!! N-NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!” Kaveh screeched, shaking his head and desperately trying to push Itto’s hands away. He had been laughing so much that tears were starting to fall from his eyes.

“Should I stop?” Itto asked, smiling playfully, switching to gently scribbling on Kaveh’s tum to make his laughter less frantic.

“EHEHEHEHE!! Y-Yehehehes!! Plehehehease stohohop!!” Kaveh pleaded. Itto stopped tickling immediately and helped his buddy sit up. Kaveh was panting heavily and wiping away his tears of mirth, with a tired smile on his face.

“Whoa, looks like I broke you there. A-Are you ok?? …Did I go too far?” Itto asked, suddenly feeling worried.

“Ha… haha… I-I’m fine… hehehe…!” Kaveh replied, catching his breath while still giggling a little bit. His hair was a mess after all that squirming.

“Are you sure? You look exhausted...”

“Hahaha… ehehe… haha… I-It’s fine, really… I… I had fun…” Kaveh said, smiling at the oni. He looked pretty happy!

“Really? That’s awesome! Hahaha! I’m just glad I didn’t overwhelm you too badly. Here, let me help!” Itto stood up and reached his hand out so he could help Kaveh up.

“Thanks… hehe… phew… th-that was a lot..!”

“Take it easy now, breathe. Do you feel better now?” He asked happily.

“Huh? What do you…” Kaveh thought for a moment. Thanks to Itto, he had completely forgotten his worries. “Huh… I actually feel really happy! I feel so much better!” He smiled brightly, feeling grateful for the oni’s help.

“Hahaha! I’m so glad to hear that! Really glad you had fun, Kaveh.” Itto replied excitedly, giving him a tight, playful hug.

“Hngh… c-can’t… b-breathe..!” Kaveh wheezed.

“Oops! Oh sorry, hahaha!” Itto loosened the hug and laughed happily. “Hey, do you need water? I can go get some for you!”

“N-No! D-Don’t leave yet...” Kaveh said, hugging him tighter.

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing. I just… just wait… please.” He was feeling a bit overwhelmed and needed the hug to calm down fully.

“Aw, ok! We’ll hug for as long as you need, buddy!” Itto held him close and gently rocked back and forth to help him chill.

After a bit of silence, Kaveh took a deep breath to compose himself. He had something important to say now that his brain was working again.

“…Itto, I-... thank you for cheering me up. I-It means a lot to me. That was really nice of you, I… I appreciate it. A lot. Thank you so much…” he said, hugging him closer.

“Aww, no problem! That’s so sweet of you to say! I’m really glad I could help. Let me know next time you’re feeling down, and I’ll tickle the sadness away!” Itto playfully tickled Kaveh’s sides for a bit.

“EEK! Hehehey! Nohohoho!” Kaveh jumped and squirmed away from the hug.

“Hahaha! See how easy it is? You look so happy now!” Itto exclaimed, stopping the tickles again.

“Haha... That’s not gonna work every time, though! Please, make sure you ask first. Sometimes I don’t want to be touched at all.” Kaveh said, placing a boundary.

“Gotcha! I’ll make sure to always ask first! You have my word on it. No discomfort on my watch!”

“Thank you, Itto. But don’t go thinking I’ll let you off the hook without revenge! Just you wait.”

“Hahaha! No problem, my guy! I won’t make it easy for you, though!” Itto said, giving him a playful look. Then he pointed at him and said, “You, my good sir, need to drink water. Like… right now. C’mon!”

“Haha, alright. Fine.” Kaveh replied, following him to the kitchen.

After they both hydrated, Itto started another conversation.

“Let’s go outside! I bet I can help you plan for that event!” he said.

“A-Are you sure? There’s a lot to consider…”

“Of course I’m sure! Not to brag or anything, but I’m a PRO at organizing events!”

“Well, we’re not exactly organizing it...”

“Hey, trust me! I know what I’m doing! We can come up with ideas together and write them down. And you can get inspiration from nature itself! How cool is that??”

“Oh alright, but no sudden decisions! We need to give each idea a good amount of thought first.”

“Suuure, of course… Hahahaha!”

Once they went for a walk outdoors, Itto continued to passionately rant about all the event’s possibilities while Kaveh listened and took notes. It felt nice to hear suggestions from an excited perspective rather than an anxious one, he thought. He still couldn’t believe how tickling actually helped him calm down of all things. And he certainly couldn’t believe how Alhaitham just betrayed him like that… but that was for future Kaveh to think about. Now, it was time to chill and brainstorm with Itto.

#lee!kaveh #ler!itto #ticklish!kaveh #tickle fic #tickle fluff #genshin impact tickle #sfw tickle community #genshin impact tickling #genshin tickle #genshin tickling #my private twashcan

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royal-bubble-tea · 1 month

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Stray Kıds Headcanon

As we all know Stray Kıds are pocket sized, so I want to induldge myself once more and write Stray Kıds Members with a tall significant other. I am 1,80m/ 5'11 so I am using my own height as reference.

Stray Kıds x tall! gn! Reader

Bang Chan

I think Chan does not care about someone elses height. He knows that you both can do nothing about each others height so you can only embrace and love each other just the way you are. Just picture the two of you standing next to each other and him looking up at you. There are hearts in his eyes, dimples showing and so happy to have you by his side. One of his favourite things to do is taking pictures with you. Especially ones were you are posing and him jumping as high as he can. After landing he would look at you all smug and proud with himself. While you are just standing there shaking your head a smile adorning you face.

Lee Know

He would tease you but would stop in an instant if he notices that you would not like his teasing anymore. He has a hard time showing his affection openly. So he would put things in high places and later ask you to grab them for him. He would smile and blush so hard at how happy you are by being useful. Lee know just finds it so cute to look up at you and admire you.

Changbin

This short King is everything you could hope for in a partner. He worships the ground you walk on. He would puff his chest in pride when walking around with you in public. The way you are turning heads makes him smile so much, knowing that other people may look but only he can get the real deal. He absolutly loves touching your legs, running his hands up and down the lenght of them. Changbin also loves to just lift you up at random times, just because he can. He twirls you around and hearing your laughter makes his heart burst with love.

Hyunjin

You two are pretty much the same height. And let me tell you Hyunjin absolutely adores your height. With you being equal to him no one has to bend down awkwardly or has to dance and balance on their tippy toes. You can kiss each other whenever you want and nuzzle your noses together. But what Hyunjin loves the most about your height is that he can easily gaze into your eyes and get lost in them. Just image being out on a date with him and he keeps looking deep into your eyes, lost in tought and a serene smile on his face, just happy to share this moment with you.

Han

This little shit would not let you breath. It is either constantly cracking jokes with you and teasing you a little bit about your height or him just clinging to you like a koala to a tree. It is mostly the latter. He would often cling to you. Being draped around you or over your back, grasping your arm tight and pulling you closer to him. But sometimes it can be something more calm, like him holding your hand or the tip of your shirt. He loves how much comfort you give him and how he can just forget about the hectic world around him by being held in your warm embrace.

Felix

Heart eyes. That is the main thing about him. Just hearts, and stars and even an entire galaxy in his eyes when looking at you. He is so much in love with you and your height. Felix loves to point out your height and the height difference between the two of you to others. Instead of being embarassed by it he absolutely adores it. He thinks it is just so cute. Another big plus for him is the fact that you can swallow him up in an embrace. He loves to just disappear when you hug him. It makes him feel loved and protected and you would do everything to make your sunshine happy, even if you sometimes have to roll your eyes at his antics.

Seungmin

Is pretty much neutral about you height. He fell in love with you and your personality. He once admitted to you that he chose you for the content of your character not for your physical features. He will always stand proud next to you and would (verbally) fight everyone who would make you feel bad about your height. You two would be each others own personal hype person, when one is lacking confidence the other would build them up again and shower them with love.

I.N (Jeongin)

He would blush constantly when looking up at you. He does not mind at all that you are taller than him. The only thing that might concern him is his members teasing you. But after they saw how much he adores you their teasing would be very mild and you would always laugh along with them. Jeongin secretly loves the thought that he his your cute little other half. He loves having your legs on top of his and just running his hands up and down the lenght of them.

Hope you like this little Headcanon. I absolutely adore our pocket sized/ short kings Stray Kıds members. ☺️🤭

#stray kids #stray kıds headcanons #bang chan #han jisung #seo changbin #lee know #lee felix #kim seungmin #jeongin #kim hyunjin #stray kıds fluff

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cobiehaven · 3 months

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SKZ — Acts of Intimacy.

fluff (💖) // funny (🤡) // drama (💋) // angst (🌧️) // horror (🥀) // smut (🍷) // suggestive (❣️) // tw (‼️) // short story (☕️) // requested (💌)

chan — tending to your hair 🌧️

“i’m really proud of you, babe.”

“psh, for what?”

you giggle at him as he gently brushes through your hair, you always loved it when he did, it always seemed to hurt less rather than doing it yourself. the damaged knots in your hair was always a pain to rip through.

“showing me how much you love me gave me courage to love myself, so i want to give you the courage to love yourself too.”

he gave you a kiss on the top of your head, his fingers raking through your thick strands, comfortingly.

minho — rubbing your legs under the table ❣️

“minho.”

you whispered his name as a warning, your hand prompted firmly on his wrist as his hand continued to caress your thigh beneath the table. you knew what he was doing, the small touch had become a big one the more his hand traveled from your knee all the way up to your inner thigh. you couldn’t say you didn’t like it, on any normal day you would be begging for him to stop teasing you, but today was a special day, your parents were over.

“fine but you’re going to take responsibility later.”

changbin — holding your hand 💖

“you really think i wouldn’t remember?”

changbin parked right in front of your favorite fast food restaurant, the two of you stepping out of the car and immediately locking hands as that seemed to become a habit every time you two went somewhere. inside the small business, you could hear your stomach growling at the displayed items on the menu, changbin casually ordering your favorite meal.

“no way you memorized my order too.”

“of course i did.”

hyunjin — cuddling you 💖

“hyunjin, it’s hot!”

you whined as you tried to pry him off of you, the blanket plus his body heat making you sweat uncomfortably under your thin t-shirt. the movie was a faint sound in the background as you were too focused on your giant boyfriend bear hugging you and not letting go. you tried telling him that you were starting to sweat but he insisted that he didn’t care about that, throwing the blanket off of the two of you and letting the cool air touch your skin.

“i like having you in my arms, it feels so right and complete.”

“okay, no need to flatter me, just let me cool down

felix — baking for you 💖

“you’re going to make me have a sugar rush! stop!”

you giggle as felix continues to hand over the batch of brownies the two of you made together. they ended up coming out messy from how many times the two of you bumped into each other or accidentally forgot something when you got distracted with a kiss or two.

he cut the brownies, ready to be put into a container for safe keeping but instead he insisted on helping you eat all of the small batch.

“lix, we can just eat some later.”

“but i like wiping away the chocolate from your lips.”

jisung — singing you to sleep 💖🌧️

“i could… play you a song before you go to sleep.”

you shook your head.

“then how about i just sing you to sleep? that way i can lay right next to you?”

you nodded your head, waiting for him to get comfortable next to you in the bed, your body pushing itself closer to him and taking in his, all too familiar, fresh, laundry scent. nights like this would come up often between the two of you, whenever you had too much anxiety, he would sing or play guitar or sometimes even plaster you with kisses to make you forget your problems. you loved those nights the best. whenever he was having anxiety, you would play with his hair until he fell asleep just as he was doing to you now.

“i love you.”

seungmin — teasing you 💖

“i already brought you food and you still want mine?”

seungmin pulled his plate away from you as you tried to naw at the pieces you wanted. you had already finished your plate but you were still hungry for more, your period taking a major toll on your appetite. after realizing you weren’t going to get what you wanted, you sighed and rested your head on his shoulder.

“give up already?”

“mhm.”

he slid over the slices, lifting your head to look at him confusingly. he just pressed a small kiss on your forehead and patted your head.

it was a guilty pleasure to tease you without verbal reason, although he would never admit that he liked your reactions.

jeongin — sharing clothes 💋

“hey, isn’t that jeongin’s?”

one of your classmates asked, placing his hand on your shoulder and forcing you around so he could get a better look, he didn’t recognize it from your usual fits, though he could recall your boyfriend wearing the hoodie one or two times before. you opened your mouth to say something but you were immediately caught of breath when you saw jeongin marching his way over to you, his eyes glaring deeply at your friend. you warned him to be nice but he didn’t comply.

“it is mine, actually, and not for you to touch.”

he pushed the guys hand off of you and pulled you closer to him, you could feel the hard muscle he had been building up for weeks, under his shirt.

“and neither is she.”

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- chapter 2 -

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1

A/N: Hi! I couldn’t even though I wanted to post the second chapter in a few days but…yeah I’m not strong willed I guess😩🤣 please don’t forget to leave some feedback and reblog!! It makes a writer very happy! Besides, the more feedback/reblogs the faster the next chapter will be posted👀

Warnings: [ bdsm club (I’ve never been to one soit’s all fiction ok?), mentioned oral, mentioned mxm, mentioned p in v, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral f receiving, squirting, humiliation kink, grinding, cum eating, pierced nipples, tattoos ], oral m receiving, cum swallowing

Pairing: [ Dom!reader x sub!jake Jensen who she spends her evening at the club with ] Steve Rogers x Reader

“So you have a crush on your tutor?”, Bucky asked once again, raising his eyebrows, putting the bar aside, so he could look back at Steve. They were once again at the gym, blowing off some steam, but Bucky quickly noticed Steve was thinking about something else, always zoning out. That’s how they started talking about you. Again. In the last two months Steve could stop talking about you, never confessing that he had a crush. But of course Bucky knew.

Steve sighed, looking down at the dumbbells in his hands. “She’s just so…I don’t know. Totally different from the people at school, so-“ “mature? Yeah I know buddy” Steve looked at his grinning best friend for a while, before nodding slowly. He felt embarrassed about how much he enjoyed the age difference between you two. The way he felt safe around you, for no specific reason. “Yeah, I like that about her. But she thinks it’s a problem. That I’m too young-but it’s only a month till I’m 18. This shouldn’t be a problem then, right?”, his voice was hopeful, as if Buckys opinion would change how you thought. At least it would make him feel better. “Just try to ask her out after your birthday. Maybe it’ll work”, said the brunette, shrugging. Wanting to finish his workout he grabbed the bar, but Steve leaned over him, still not being able to drop the topic. “Do YOU think she’s too old for me?”, asked Steve, somehow carrying a lot of panic in his voice. Bucky chuckled quietly, letting his head drop against the bench.

“You do remember I like older women myself”, he grinned, making Steve blush till the tips of his ears, before he mumbled to him. “Yeah, okay you’re right. I should just talk to her.”

You looked at one of the many pairs in the club, a woman with her sub, kneeling at her feet and kissing her thigh high boots. Normally you’d be on one of the stages, maybe even with Natasha, sharing a sub, but instead you were sitting in the comfortable booths. You mind slipped to a boy you’d love to have kneeling in front of you, but you couldn’t. “It’s just so annoying that he concentrates more on my lips than on the actual words I’m saying, you know? It’s always the same”, you vented in annoyance.

Natasha crossed her arms, looking at you in surprise, while you stared at your drink, not wanting to see the judgment in her eyes. “So you’re saying he’s…kinda cute?”

Now you had to look up at her, even though your eyes fell onto her naked breasts first since he wore just a harness. “I said he’s the kid I’m helping with his math homework that tries to flirt with me all the time and doesn’t listen” “You didn’t deny”, she shrugged. You sighed, shaking your head at that. But she was right. You felt awful for finding a teenager this cute, this attractive. Especially with his pouty lips and sparkling eyes whenever you praised him. “He’s 17, Nat. I can’t have a boyfriend this much younger. Not even after his birthday, just because he’d be 18 doesn’t mean he…we could date. I mean, look at me-“ “yeah, you’re hot. I totally got why he wants you”, she smirked, sipping her martini, her eyes lingering on your mesh top where your breasts and pierced nipples were exposed, you could even see a few tattoos. Rolling your eyes you let out a loud sigh, but there was still a small smile on your lips. “It’s just-I’m pretty sure he’s…inexperienced. I don’t think his first girlfriend should be a regular in…here. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t survive me ”, you mentioned with your hand to the club and people around you.

Natasha laughed quietly. “Isn't that even better? At least his first time would definitely be good and enjoyable. You’re a good dom, you’d take care of his needs”, Natasha was right, but it still didn’t make you feel better. “He’s really nice, Nat….”, you mumbled, your eyes scanning the room for something interesting to look at, stopping at a gagged man being fucked by his boyfriend roughly, pulling at his hair or hitting his jiggling ass harshly. You knew these guys, you could even call them your friends so often you’ve seen and talked to them. Recently they asked you to join them, but you just couldn’t stop thinking about Steve. So you said no. But watching all these people made you crave sex. Or any kind of intimacy at this point.

“You like this Steve a lot huh?”, without needing to think about it you nodded. She looked at you from the side for a moment, putting her hand on your thigh, squeezing. “Just try to think positive. Maybe you could show him everything. Slowly…besides, wouldn’t it be amazing to have an inexperienced guy? You can make him your perfect boy toy. Perfect to please you. That’s everyone’s wish”, her words made you smile slightly. Steve would be a perfect boy toy. A sweet play thing just for you-well, or whoever he’d liked to be shared with in case he’d want to go to this club with you. You closed your eyes for a moment, imagining him on his knees. Begging.

Sighing you opened your eyes downing your martini. “I’ll be back soon, I’ll go find Jake, he said he’d be here today”, you said standing up. “Maybe an orgasm will make you less miserable”, Natasha laughed watching as you walked away.

You found Jake sitting with someone you didn’t know but looking at his expression he wasn’t enjoying it. So you asked him to come with you. And he gladly did, immediately taking your hand. “I’m so happy you decided to come, mommy”, he grinned cheekily at you. “I can tell you hoped for me to be here. You look pretty, babyboy. Always so dressed up for mommy, wearing a collar and pretty nipple clamps. You’re probably already hard in those leather pants, huh?”, he started nodding, while you went with him to a free space, sitting down in a chair. Jake already knew to drop to his knees, watching as you pushed your latex skirt up, revealing your naked, glistening pussy to him. The tattoo he already knew by heart looking back at him from your pelvic. Bon appetite. Oh he’d definitely enjoy the meal.

“Baby, look at me”, he quickly brought his gaze up. “If I do something you don’t like, red, okay? Just the same light system we always use”, you said, spreading your legs even further. Jake nodded, making you raise your eyebrows. “Green, mommy, so green”, he mumbled, sliding closer.

You grabbed the light chain that connected his claps together and pulled gently a few times, making him whine. “Then open your pants for mommy and take that big dick in hand-yeah just like that…now come closer, you’ll eat mommy out and hump her boot, huh? Show everyone what a desperate little slut you are. My little bitch, coming by humping mommy like a dog”, with that you pushed his head to your core and he latched onto your clit, eating you out like a man starving. Meanwhile he humped your leg, definitely feeling embarrassed about how much pre cum he was leaking but you knew about his humiliation kink. And he loved showing off how desperate he was for you. And how good you made him feel.

His skilled mouth brought you quickly to your high, making you squirt onto his chin and chest. This made him shoot his cum onto your boot, grinding himself even faster and harder against you, while still lapping at your slick overstimulated pussy.

You grinned at the people watching you two, bringing one of your legs up, to show more. Some of them were touching themselves through their pants, watching your cunt, while others couldn’t take their eyes off Jake who was still painting the leather of your boots.

“Babyboy I think you should clean the mess you made”, you smirked, pressing your sole against his chest. His cheeks were dark red from embarrassment as he noticed the others around you, but he leaned down nevertheless, licking off his cum from your boot. You noticed how despite his whining and blushing his cock jumped when he lapped at your boot, cleaning all of his cum off.

Watching him you thought about someone else.

Nope, Steve Rogers definitely wouldn’t survive you.

Your next session was the day after, so you went to the club earlier than usual, while Nat stayed for probably a few hours more.

Walking into his room Steve was already sitting at the table, smiling brightly at you. He had such a pretty and sweet smile. His cheeks were covered in a rosy color, making your heart ache. You could tell he was a whole body blusher and you were really curious how this blush looked underneath his clothes.

Fuck, get a grip on yourself.

“Have you done the homework?”, you asked with a friendly smile. He immediately pulled out the notebook he used during your sessions and showed you everything. The smile on your lips stayed, even though he definitely had a few mistakes in his calculations. Always the same mistakes.

From the beginning on he was always making the same mistakes.

A quiet sigh escaped your lips, while you sat down. “You’re already so much better, sweetheart, but it’s still always the same”, you said, not even noticing the pet name slipping from your lips. But Steve did notice it. And boy did he like it. Within seconds he was hard and throbbing in his jeans, trying to pull them away from his tight crotch. Watching your lips move, while you explained…something to him.

You snapped your fingers right before his face. " Earth to Steve? Did you understand the equation?Are you even listening?” According to the stuttering that was coming from him, you assumed it was a big fat no. He was indeed not listening. But still looking at your lips.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”, his question made you raise your eyebrows in surprise, but shook your head slightly. “Not that it’s any of your business, Steve. I’m here to teach you about math and not about my sexual experiences.” His breath hitched at your words, face turning a darker shade of red than ever. “So you had sex?”, you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped your lips, because, well-you definitely had sex. Very, very kinky sex even.

Looking at him for a moment the corners of your mouth twitched. “Yes, Steve, I had sex and that’s nothing I should be discussing with you, so let’s-” “I never had sex.” His confession didn’t surprise you, because you already suspected it, but you really didn’t want to talk about it. Or think about popping his cherry. Especially since you’d actually love to do that.

After yesterdays talk with Natasha you couldn’t stop thinking about him, not even for a second.

And here he was asking you about sex, telling you he was a virgin.

Grabbing another book you opened it on the needed page and looked back at him. He was squirming in his seat, definitely not listening to anything you were trying to tell him about math. From the tent in his pants you could tell what he was thinking about, making you only shake your head slightly. “Steve, please listen to me. To solve the-“ He leaned a bit closer, but not to listen to you. “And have you ever sucked a di-“ “Steve, it’s inappropriate to ask such questions. Stop it.” You shook your head in annoyance. “Okay I’m sorry, but I’m just curious. Have you?”, he nearly whined. If you weren’t this annoyed you might have found it amusing. But you didn’t. “Yes I have Steven, now stop asking or the lesson will end now. You need to concentrate, your exams are really soon.”

Once again you tried to get his attention back to the tasks, but he seemed interested in just your lips and not the actual words coming out of them. Either way you tried to help him at least a bit by writing down a few easier examples.

But even these he couldn’t solve, always looking back at your lips, irritating you more than you thought possible. You felt how your hands started slightly shaking. God, this boy was unbelievable.

“What’s wrong with you today, Steve? Why are you so distracted?” Hearing your annoyed and slight accusing sound, his shoulder slumped, making him look like a kicked puppy. “Well, I-You said-well, I wanted to ask about how-I mean blowjo-“ “God, if you get a stupid blowjob, would you finally start paying attention to math and not whatever thoughts you have??” A quiet laugh escaped him, making him grin fully. “I’m pretty sure for a blowjob I’d do everything, so yeah-“

With that you pushed his chair aside, so he sat sideways to the table. “What-?“, before he could finish his question, you dropped to your knees, pushing his legs apart. With big eyes he was looking down at you, not knowing what to do with his hands or even how to react. He felt his thigh start trembling and you haven’t even touched him yet. “What are you doing?”, he whispered, slowly reaching out to stroke your hair, but you grabbed his hands, pushing them behind his back. “I’ll give you your damn blowjob so you stop asking about it”, you hissed, opening his pants, pulling them down. He even lifted his hips to help you. Atta boy. Learning so quickly, without needing you to say anything. For a moment you had to hold back a smirk.

There was already a wet spot on his boxershorts, where his tip was leaking, filling his briefs with pre-cum. You leaned down to his crotch, licking over the exact spot, sucking at the head for a second. Steve whined quietly, his hand gripping onto your hair. “Keep your hands be-“, looking up at him you could see he was already a mess. Right. Virgin. You shouldn’t be so harsh with him. “Never mind, sweetheart. If I do something you don’t like and want me to stop say red, understood?”, you said rubbing with your hands over his trembling thighs.

Steve pulled his eyebrows together in confusion, but nodded. “Okay, But why red? Do you like the color or-“ it was definitely not the time to answer the question so you pulled down his boxershorts revealing his hard cock. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, starting to pump him, while your lips touched his tip, spreading around the pre-cum. The sound he made was poetic. A beautiful and soft whine, while his fingers buried themself in your hair, slightly painful, but you didn’t mind. You liked a bit of pain.

Slurping at his tip you looked up at him, making eye contact. Doing so you felt more pre-cum wetting your lips. Cute. He was getting so excited just by looking at him with his dick against your mouth. For a moment you just toyed with his tip, still stroking his whole length.

Steve pushed your head down, urging you to take him finally in your mouth. For this behavior you’d love to edge him, but then you remembered once again he wasn’t your sub or your boyfriend. You’re just…helping him to end his curiosity. “Your mouth feels so good-fuck”, he moaned, moving his hips against you, fucking your mouth with irregular thrusts, sloppy. Somehow you enjoyed it.

His first blowjobs. First time fucking someone’s face. Your face.

You started moving your head faster, showing off your skills, by swallowing him down, till he was fully nestled inside your throat. Even though his dick still made you gag a few times. This boy was really blessed, you couldn’t deny it and he probably knew it too. “Fuck I- I think I’m close”, he whispered. If your mouth wasn’t full of dick you’d have chuckled. Only a few minutes and he was already on the edge. With one of your hands you started fondling his balls, squeezing them a bit harder than necessary. His leg jumped, hitting the desk beside you, but he seemed to enjoy it, as the sound leaving his throat was better than any you had heard from him. “Fuck I-I I’m coming-fuck please”, he whispered pushing your head down, while his cum painted your throat, filling your mouth with him taste. After letting go of your hair you let him slide out of your mouth, licking his length, while he enjoyed the aftershocks. Then you tucked him once again away into his boxers.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, before sitting back into your chair and putting the examples you wrote down before him. “So, to solve the…”

The face he made was priceless. But at least he solved everything you gave him.

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catt-leya · 2 years

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Smutty May 18.05.

Twisted Pleasure (18+) || Rick Grimes

Summary: You have a friendship with Rick with certain benefits and you want to date someone on the side, which shouldn't be a problem and you don't expect Rick to claim you.

Trigger: breeding (?), dirty talk, sir kink, submissive behavior...

I'm sitting on the edge of the bed putting on my shoes when Rick asks behind my back, "Where do you have to go already?"

Since I'm sitting with my back to him, I have to turn to face him and let my eyes slide over his bare chest for a moment before I look him in the face and reply, "John invited me over. He wanted to cook something for me."

For a few months now, Rick and I have been extending our friendship.

We had been friends for a long time before that and one night when we had a little too much to drink, we ended up in bed together.

The first reaction was to forget about it and portray it as a drunken mistake, but the same day it happened again.

That's when we agreed that he can fuck me whenever he wants and I can always ask him to, which works fabulously.

We really like each other and through the friendship that connects us, we understand each other blindly and I trust him unconditionally.

Moreover, everything is without obligations and therefore, I can meet with John afterwards without a guilty conscience.

I tighten my laces and feel him moving on the mattress, mumbling, "John? Is that the guy Daryl brought over the other day?"

Smiling, I turn back to him and see it watching me.

His hair is all over the place, but not where it was not long ago, and his lips are red and swollen from our wild kisses.

I'm not ashamed of just looking at him and soaking up the sight of him. It's not gratuitous that I'm letting him fuck me.

God, Rick is abnormally hot.

When I first met him, his beard was still dark and he was a little narrower himself, but after all these years in the life that we live now, his body has changed too. He has become much wider and his thick beard is already streaked with white, which only makes his lips glow redder.

My gaze slides back down over his chest, to his hip. The white sheet, he has pulled just barely over his hip and I would only have to pull it down two to three inches to see him as God created him.

Not that I haven't seen him like this often enough, but it's incredible the physical attraction he has for me.

I'm still looking at him when he teases me with a grin, "My face is up here, Sweetheart."

I roll my eyes but can't stop my cheeks from blushing as he calls me by the pet name only he uses for me as I look back into his blue eyes and finally answer his question, "Yeah, right. We talked a few times and then he invited me to his place."

Before I can respond, Rick grabs me by the waist and pulls me toward him so that I'm lying across the bed with the back of my head resting on his flat stomach.

Instead of sitting me back up, though, I enjoy his closeness and let him stroke through my hair as he continues to harp on the subject, "You do realize that Daryl found him crying in his cubbyhole because he wouldn't come out because he was so scared?"

I really have to pull myself together to keep from laughing out loud.

Of course, I totally understand being scared in this world, but there are just moments when you have to pull yourself together and I don't deny that I don't already know the story, but I don't want to give Rick the satisfaction and turn on my side to look at him, playing with the gray hairs on his chest as I purr, "So he's not tough enough for you, Rick?"

His hand slides to the back of my neck and he pulls me further up to him so that I'm lying with my upper body on top of his and I can feel his breath on my lips as he replies harshly, "I think you need a man who can stand up to you and not one who would be as easily pussy-whipped as Mister The Storeroom Will Save Me."

My gaze is fixed on his lips and I KNOW he realizes the effect he's having on me as he gently but firmly pushes my head down and possesses me completely.

Every time Rick kisses me like this, I get the feeling that he wants to mark his possession, that he wants to mark me. His tongue slides expertly into my mouth and John is forgotten for the moment.

Rick knows exactly how to touch me and handle me to get me to give in and that's the case again now.

He forces me onto my back and pushes me onto the mattress with his weight and I moan into the kiss.

I love feeling his body on top of mine and I gasp as he takes my bottom lip between his teeth and murmurs, "I think you need someone who can fuck you the way you deserve. Someone who can make you submissive."

My chest rises and falls far too quickly and my hands settle on his upper arms as if of their own accord. By the way he lies between my thighs I can feel his hardening cock twitching against my leg and I gasp softly as he slowly grinds against me, using me to make himself horny.

Why it works so well between us is also the fact that we complement each other especially during sex.

He loves to dominate and have me at his disposal. Rick wants me to plead and submit completely to him and let him take control.

I get incredibly turned on when he touches me the way he wants and directs me. God, when he touches me, I do whatever he asks of me. Everything.

The kiss intensifies and Rick forces my head further back to kiss me harder and deeper.

John is completely forgotten as he hisses harshly against my lips, "Who can fuck you like you deserve?"

My brain barely processes his words anymore and I don't realize the ambiguity behind them at all as his hand slowly moves over my body and I whimper softly, "Please, Rick."

Much too slowly, he kisses along my jaw, down to my pulse that's hammering too fast and lightly bites my neck, "Answer the question, Sweetheart."

His cock is pressing so hard against my leg that I would have loved to just reach down and touch it, but I know Rick has to let me first, so I make an effort to answer his question instead, "Only you. You're the only one who can fuck me like that."

He growls an "Exactly" before pulling my hands from his body and squeezing my wrists together above my head.

Now I'm completely at his mercy and I notice my panties getting wet as a result.

Slowly he detaches himself from me and looks down at me.

Blinking, I look up at him and can't gauge what I see in his eyes.

His gaze travels from my arms to my face to my torso and dress from the hem that has ridden up to my waist.

Rick doesn't say a word for an unbelievably long time and I start to squirm underneath him, mumbling, "Rick..."

It looks like I snap him out of his thoughts and he leans forward slightly to whisper, "I love how you squirm under me. Fuck, that's so fucking hot that you let me do whatever I want."

At his words I gasp softly and he presses his cock, against my throbbing center, "But you want to meet John."

And suddenly he lets go of my hands and starts to sit up. Faster than I expected myself to, I reach for his hand and push it down my body to between my legs as I moan, "I just want you."

I am well aware of my double entendre and it elicits a deep moan from him as he touches the damp fabric of my panties.

Gently, he drops back down over me and I can feel his weight comfortably on me as he whispers, "Good girl."

Gently, he runs his fingers around my most sensitive spot between my legs and I squirm even though he is still touching me over the fabric.

Blindly, I try to reach for him as he rolls off me and stays close beside me as he pushes the fabric aside with his fingers, watching me stretch out to him miserably, whispering breathlessly, "Can I have you forever?"

My mouth has taken on a life of its own and I don't realize how my question can be understood by him until his hand pauses and he stares at me. I blink several times before avoiding his gaze.

I never really thought about it, but Rick is right.

I need and want someone who will challenge me and know who to handle me and give me what I need. Rick was practically describing himself.

I feel so safe and secure with him and would do anything for him. I've never realized it before, but I want him. And I want him in every possible way.

That it slips out of me right now, however, was not planned, so I try to row back, "I mean today...I wouldn't go to John...we can do what we always do..."

I feel his eyes on me as he interrupts my stammering, "Yeah."

Immediately I jerk my head around and ask, "What?"

The hand that was just between my legs reaches for my chin and he pushes my head back so far that I have to really look at him as he whispers harshly, "Yes, you can have me forever if you want."

I'm frozen as he kisses me on the mouth as softly as I've ever been kissed and murmurs against my lips, "Is that what you want?"

My voice is just a breath, "Yes."

I want Rick with everything he is.

With every flaw and perfection.

I want him for me and only me.

Not just physically, but with my whole soul.

The kiss is so deep and intense that I barely feel his hand until it's between my legs again and I close my eyes, breathless.

He pushes a finger deep inside me and I immediately thrust my hips towards him, making him laugh, "So impatient?"

Hectically, I nod and moan, "Fuck me like I deserve it."

Purposefully, I use his words at that, but he only moves closer to me and whispers dangerously, "Remember who's in charge here, Sweetheart. You have nothing to say to me. You do what I ask of you and I'll fuck you when I want to."

My lips are slightly parted as I turn my head and look him in the eye and he presses a second finger inside me, "Come on, what did I teach you?"

I know exactly what he's hinting at, but this is the most uncomfortable thing he can ask me to do and I'm afraid to say anything. That's why he stops his hand gesture and says arrogantly, "Say it, or you won't come today."

I energetically thrust my hips at him and close my eyes as I say softly, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you what to do. My-" I break off and bite my lower lip for a moment before continuing hesitantly, "My pussy is yours, Sir."

Something about that sentence takes more out of me than much of what he wants me to say, but that's exactly why he keeps making me say it. Rick enjoys my words and also that I squirm so much as I say them.

His eyes are dark with excitement as he whispers throatily, "That's right."

At his words, he slides his fingers inside me again and my muscles contract greedily around him.

I desperately want to touch him and reach for his neck to pull him to me, but he shakes his head, "Don't touch me, Sweetheart."

Groaning, I arch my back and whine pathetically, "Please, Rick. I need you."

Surprisingly, he moves a little closer and I feel his bare chest against my arm, “I know.”

It's dangerous how easily he can direct me and knows how to touch me to make me go completely in.

I feel my whole body tense up and I'm really still thinking about Rick's rule when I whimper hoarsely, "May I come, Sir?"

I don't know if I could hold back when he denies me and barely register it when he demands, "Look at me."

Uncoordinated, I turn my head toward him and force myself to keep my eyes open to look at him. My heart hammers in my chest and I can barely hold back the climax as I look into his beautiful face.

It takes what feels like an eternity before he takes pity on me and purrs, "Come for me, Sweetheart."

With just the first two words, I let go and claw my hands into the bed sheets beneath me, lest I touch him after all and earn myself a punishment that would be anything but pleasant.

The last time I came without his permission, I wasn't allowed to touch myself for two weeks, let alone have Rick touch me. I gave him blowjobs or watched him jerk off, but I wasn't allowed to touch myself.

In short, it was a very long two weeks.

As the last wave comes over me, I collapse on the bed and just feel the mattress move next to me and then he reaches for my panties, which are now completely useless.

Gently he pulls them off my ankles and I sigh softly, "Rick." I open my eyes lazily and follow him with my eyes as he sits up and then reaches for my waist.

His fingers dig into my skin and with a flourish, he spins me around and demands, "Butt up."

Sluggishly, and with my legs still very weak, I do as he says and take a shaky breath as I think of how I am presenting myself to him right now. My dress has ridden up to my breasts and my head is resting on the pillow, so my butt is sticking up nice and high and he has a perfect view of me.

His voice is all rough as he reaches between my legs again, "Fuck, you are so ready for me. Just for me, you hear me?"

I moan a soft, "Yes, Sir." and that's all it takes for him to position himself behind me and thrust hard into me.

Automatically, I grab the railing off the bed with my hands to intercept his hard thrusts into me and whimper softly, "Oh my God."

I can feel him all the way in my belly and my mouth hangs open as he continues to fuck me and his hands keep pulling my hips hard towards him.

Weakly, I reach for his hand and gasp, "You're so deep inside me, Rick."

He interrupts his erratic breathing to hiss, "Fuck." and I pull his hand across my stomach to drag it to my lower belly as I gasp again, "Right here. This is where I feel you."

Rick trembles behind me and releases his hand from me to reach between my legs, a sign that he won't be long and wants me to come first.

He puts his other hand in my hair and pulls my head back enough to lean over and kiss my mouth messily and frantically.

Rick's beard scrapes across my skin and I gasp against his lips, "Come Rick. Mark me as yours."

Feeling his hard cock twitch inside me, I cum along with him harder than I thought possible and am grateful when he drops heavily onto his stomach beside me and gasps, "Fuck, that was good."

I look at him lazily and murmur, "It was perfect."

Rick licks his lips and then places a hand on my cheek to brush a strand from my face, "You're mine." Then he leans over and kisses me on the lips so incredibly gently that tears come to my eyes and he whispers against my lips, "And I'm yours."

@positive-squid @hail-yourselves @mrsxreeves

#smutty may #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #twd #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes smut #twd x reader #the walking dead

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a-smol-cosplayer · 1 year

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Okay here are more!! These are literally almost every ship friendly - wyler, wenclair, wavier, enid/ajax (what it their ship name?) ect plus just general friendship gang stuff :) enjoy

Wednesday: We have no idea how many stars there are.

Ajax: I think there are 7.

Wednesday: …No there are more than 7.

Enid: You just said we have no idea.

Wednesday: We know there are more than 7.

Enid: Well apparently you’re a liar so I’m even more convinced it’s 7.

Ajax: exactly.

Tyler: So you're a thief.

Thing: I like to call myself a specialist in complicated acquisitions.

Enid: Wednesday, if I was the last girl on earth would you date me?

Wednesday: (confused) If you were the last girl on earth..

Wednesday: then I wouldn't exist??

Enid (internally): Is she not interested or am I just bad at this??

Bianca: you need a hobby.

Xavier: i have a hobby.

Bianca: staring at Wednesdays face isn’t a hobby.

Xavier: you’re right. it’s a profession and i excel at my job.

Wednesday: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Enid: You are my reward.

*meanwhile*

Tyler: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Wednesday: True, you can be a really annoying sometimes.

Xavier: My brother says I'm a catch.

Bianca: Well, if I caught you, I'd throw you back into the ocean.

Wednesday: LOOK, I APPRECIATE YOU COMING ALL THE WAY OUT HERE TO SEE ME, BUT I'M KIND OF IN THE MIDDLE OF SOLVING A MYSTERY. CAN WE DO THIS ANOTHER TIME?

Bianca:

Bianca: Are you seriously asking to reschedule a kidnapping right now

Ajax: When I was little, I wanted Spider Man powers, so I found a spider and let it bite me.

Ajax: Later that day my parents took me to a doctor and I got diagnosed with ADHD.

Ajax: For years I was afraid that getting bitten by the spider, instead of giving me super powers, had given me ADHD.

*Tyler, wearing a blazer*

Tyler: Hey, Enid. Do you think I'm overdressed?

Enid: Depends on the activity. For a doctors appointment, yes.

Enid: If you're going to a casino, I'd add sequins.

*Tyler, returning in a tshirt and a cap*

Tyler: Too casual?

Enid: For an audience with the queen, yes.

Enid: For an evening of passing a bottle of fortified wine around a flaming trash can, you look great!

Wednesday: Why are you on the floor?

Tyler: I'm depressed.

Wednesday: Oh.

Tyler: Also, I was stabbed. Can you call an ambulance please?

Enid: Quick, take my hand!

Wednesday, grabbing his hand: Now what?

Enid: Nothing. I just wanted to hold hands.

Ajax: Bro, do you lift?

Xavier: Yeah dude, how did you know?

Ajax: Because you lift my heart whenever you're around.

Xavier: Bro.

Ajax: Bro.

Enid: Don't worry, no one else is gonna ask Wednesday out! You have all the time you need

Tyler: How do you know?

Enid: Because Wednesday is terrifying

Enid, about Tyler: He's covered in blood again. Why is it that he's always covered in blood?

Wednesday: Well, it looks like it's his own blood this time.

Bianca and Yoko: *pushing Wednesday and Enid under mistletoe*

Bianca: Oh, I guess you two are going to have to kiss now, that’ll be awkward!

Enid and Wednesday: *kissing casually*

Yoko: That was way too casual.

Bianca: Yeah…

Enid: Oh, did we forget to tell you? We’ve been dating for two months now.

Wednesday: Everything’s fine.

Enid: Wednesday, I know your relationship with the english language is strictly casual, but you- I- *deep inhale* ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU WHAT’S NOT FINE.

Bianca: what’s it like dating Wednesday?

Xavier: once I asked for water while she was pissed at me. she brought me a cup of ice, looked me dead in the eye and said “wait.”

Bianca: I see.

Enid: Hey, Tyler, can you help me carry this box?

Tyler: *Carrying the box effortlessly* Nothing is heavier than the weight of my internal torment.

Enid: I’m impressed but also concerned.

Enid: is something burning?

Ajax: just my love for you

Enid: Ajax, the toaster is on fire

Wednesday: Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Enid: That doesn't narrow it down.

Xavier, to Bianca: Can you believe some people see Wednesday and aren’t immediately filled with absolute unconditional love for her?

Xavier: They don’t even get the urge to kiss her right there.

Xavier: That’s incomprehensible to me.

Bianca, drinking her third shot of whiskey: Yeah, we got it like 3 hours ago, Xavier.

Tyler: the moon looks beautiful, doesn’t it?

Enid: hm.. but do you know what’s more beautiful?

Tyler and Enid in unison: Wednesday.

Yoko narrating: This is Wednesday. Wednesday loves his personal space.

Yoko: This is Enid. Enid also loves Wednesday’s personal space.

Wednesday: I love murder mysteries.

Tyler, trying to impress her: I've been a suspect in four murder cases!

Xavier: Two years ago, I married my best friend.

Xavier: Enid and Wednesday are still mad about it, but me and Ajax were drunk and thought it was funny.

Wednesday: when I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case?

Bianca: what?

Wednesday: I wanna be on buzzfeed unsolved.

Bianca: can we go back the part where you said "when I get murdered"?

Wednesday: What the fuck is wrong with you??

Tyler: What? No good morning?

Wednesday: Good morning, what the fuck is wrong with you??

Ajax: are these brownies…special?

Enid: they are

[later]

Ajax: i don't feel anything, are you sure there's weed in the brownies?

Enid: they are special because i made them with love, you little shit

Wednesday: You kill people for money?!

Tyler: I can explain!

Wednesday: And all this time I’ve been doing it for free like a chump?!

Bianca, holding up an antique bottle: Do you think this is whiskey or perfume?

Ajax: *Grabs and chugs the entire bottle*

Ajax:

Ajax: Definitely perfume

Wednesday: I'm starting to reach the point at which even I don't know if I'm sarcastic or not.

Enid: Don’t climb on the table! It’s unstable.

Yoko: I'm unstable too it's gonna cancel out. Pemdas.

Enid:

Enid: THAT’S NOT HOW THAT WORKS.

Wednesday: i didn’t mean to offend you.. but it was a huge plus.

Xavier: isn’t your dad a literal murderer?

Wednesday: what? are you upset that my dad spent eight years looking for me while yours doesn't even know you exist?

Xavier:

Enid:

the whole room:

Tyler: You use sarcasm to distance yourself from people.

Wednesday: And yet, you’re still here.

Wednesday:

Tyler:

Wednesday:

Tyler: ur talking mad shit for someone in kissing distance.

Enid: FLIRT BACK GODDAMNIT

Wednesday: HOW

Yoko: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?

Enid: You need to be nicer to people.

Wednesday: I am nice.

Enid: You just threatened to stab someone.

Wednesday: And I think it was pretty nice of me to give them a warning.

Enid: Did it hurt when you fell-

Tyler: From heaven? Hate to break it to you Enid but im in love with wednesday—

Enid: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Tyler: ...

Enid: You just laid there for 15 minutes

Wednesday: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.

Tyler:…

Xavier:…

Enid:…

Wednesday: I went B and E without you.

Thing, offended: You went to a bed and breakfast without me?

Wednesday: No, B and E--breaking and entering.

Thing, even more offended: WITHOUT ME?!

Xavier, throwing a coin into a fountain: I wish for world peace.

Wednesday, glaring as they throw one in too: I wish for world war.

Wednesday: Can you perform under pressure?

Xavier: No but I could take a stab at ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’

Enid: You call yourself my friend, but where were you when my meme only had four likes?

Tyler: Making four accounts.

Enid, tearing up: Really...?

*at a restaurant*

Enid: I’ll have the chef’s salad

Ajax: *whispering* Babe that’s so rude, just order your own

Bianca: Ah shit, I forgot.

Xavier: Forgot what?

Bianca: How do you expect me to answer that?

Eugene: *visibly upset*

Enid: Eugene, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out candyland wasn't an actual country.

Wednesday: Tyler, keep an eye on Xavier today. He’s going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Tyler: Sure, I’d love to see Xavier get punched.

Wednesday: Try again.

Tyler: I will stop Xavier from getting punched.

Enid: This is such a bad idea.

Tyler: Then why are you coming along?

Enid: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

Bianca: What scares you the most?

Enid: Ghost.

Tyler: Loosing Wednesday.

Wednesday: The unstoppable marching of time that is slowly guiding us all towards an inevitable death.

Xavier:

Bianca:

Enid:

Ajax: Wednesday. I'm scared of Wednesday.

Wednesday tending to Tylers scratches: how would you rate your pain?

Tyler: zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Wednesday: my mother taught me to think before i act.

Wednesday: …so if i smack the shit out of you, rest assured that i thought about it and am confident in my decision.

Xavier: Wednesday loves me. She just doesnt care for my general happiness or self-esteem.

Ajax: thank you, nature, for pre-slicing oranges for us. You didnt have to and you did anyway and that was cool of you

Wednesday: …enid, what are you doing?

Enid, standing on the couch: i live here too, y’know. i can stand wherever i want, thank you very much.

Wednesday:

Enid:

Wednesday:

Wednesday *sighing*: where’s the spider?

Enid: under the table.

Tyler: Why are you late?

Wednesday: A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness.

Tyler: You overslept?

Wednesday: I overslept.

Wednesday: *angrily presses Tyler against a wall* WHO IS YOUR MASTER?!

Tyler: ...

Tyler: Are we about to kiss-

[ After directly disobeying the principles orders ]

Wednesday: Anyone else have the weird urge to lecture themselves?

Wednesday, as Weems: Ms Addams, what do you think you are doing?

Weems, appearing from behind Wednesday: Ms Addams, what do you think you are doing?

Wednesday: I conjured her.

Wednesday: were you dropped on your head as a child?

Tyler: bold of you to assume I was even held

Wednesday:

Tyler:

Enid:

Enid: Tyler, we’ve talked about this

Mkay thats it!! Y’all are eating these up and I enjoy making them so if u want more pls ask I will do so with the slightest excuse.

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hi!!! i just want a bit of clarity for myself:

so ive known/been involved with the loa community for about 3-4 (??) years now! but the thing is i still havent manifested my desires :/ AND I KNOW you most likely get these asks a lot 😭😭 but im not here to rant i just want some advice that pertains to my situation you know?

this is my first ask that ive sent in MONTHS (lowkey proud) and up till this point ive been off tumblr/stopped consuming loa content! but ive realized that as time goes on, manifesting isnt really fun to me :// like i literally forget that manifesting even exists. when this new year started i told myself i REALLY need to lock in but i just feel so lazy to even try consciously manifesting anymore :( im aware of what i do wrong (ie not keeping a mental diet, focusing on 3d circumstances, forgetting to affirm or wtv) but im here to ask you how can i change that?? should i tey different methods? it feels like no matter what i do (affirm, listen to subs, etc) i cant get myself in the wish fulfilled state, which i know is the main goal. so i just wanted to ask you how do you think i should go about manifesting in general at this point? because i really really REALLY do wanna change but i feel like im not putting in enough effort (i know you dont need "effort" to manifest) and im failing myself 🙃🙃(sorry this was long i just wanted to give you some background info first)

hey butterbean!! I feel like you have the mindset that you need to constantly think about your desire and if you let go it won't come to you (correct me if im wrong) From what i can tell is that you are thinking of your desire this whole time instead of thinking from them. Another thing i can conclude is that you lack faith and have been "trying to manifest". Now that we know your problems lets solve them together shall we??

First of all you don't have to keep thinking of your desires over and over again like sometimes people set alarms and that's unnecessary just thinking whenever it comes to you naturally is enough don't feel the need to force yourself to constantly think about it, remember whenever you feel the need to force something you are doing it wrong. And even the feeling of wish fulfilled only comes with ease, don't be so fixated on trying to feel the emotions, they happen naturally as soon as you accept what you are imagining is real and you now in fact have your desires, would you force yourself to feel happy if it happened in the 3d? no right it'd happen naturally thats what you should do in the 4d.

Through this post you can check if are thinking of or from your desire Next up i wanna ask you, after you imagine your desires fulfilled in your imagination do you feel happy that you now have your desires or do you feel like you have to work your way into it and are worried about the 3d?? If its the 2nd one, you don't believe that imagination is real, you think its something you use to get your desires in the 3d, you are too fixated on the 3d that you don't even enjoy imagining.

I can't really write everything down, it'd be too long but i'll link some really helpful material for you to check out and hopefully they help.

How i imagine

Here and now series Channel

#a little wonky but thats ok

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”this kiss”

a/n: little short one this time (time kind of got away from me this week so i had to hustle a bit)

I spent the night with Eric and Lou and I would never forget what I had heard in that next room as I was trying to fall asleep. It didn’t help that the room and the entire house had fallen dark, and I had nothing better to do than to eavesdrop on them in there.

As far as I remembered, they had gone to bed after having shared a whole bottle of wine from Paso Robles together. I, too, had gone to bed as well, but I stayed up when their laughter seemed a bit more interesting than the suggestion of going to sleep, especially when the next day was so exciting that I probably wouldn’t be able to sleep, anyway. I kept the door slightly ajar so I could have a sliver of some extra light prior to falling asleep. I had this thought that I could look on at the light and count down until I fell asleep, but I lay flat on my back and gazed up at the ceiling. The shadows all around the cottage cheese and that was all I could think about as well. A bit of cottage cheese on some crackers, that was all I could think about whenever I even attempted to fall asleep.

Some cottage cheese and some prosciutto.

Eric and Lou were downstairs, and the last glimpse I took of them, they had busted out some champagne flutes but they were laughing it up as if they had had a bunch of soda instead. We were all in the realm of royalty but we knew how to let loose every now and again, be it with our crowns or our childhood memories.

I put my hands underneath my head, and I closed my eyes. I tried to go to sleep. I thought about going downstairs to join them but I had to be well-rested for the party the next day.

I opened my eyes at the mere suggestion.

They were the one match that I had always seen as odd, simply because they had no drama between them. As much as I loved Alex and the two Chucks, I needed to breathe every now and again. I needed to see something normal and good. I was glad that they let me stay with them for the time being, that is until I found a place myself and I could find my way into the royalty on my own. I could have my own crown and my own prince once I found my own footing through it all.

The thought of them being the normal ones was enough to make me sleepy. I closed my eyes yet again when I heard the cork popping off the neck of the bottle. It was going to be a long while before they went to bed, but at that point I had no desire to fall asleep.

Their laughter floated up to the second floor and I held my breath so I could better hear the words that they were saying. I could just hear them drinking it up and laughing it up down there, but I wanted to know about the one normal couple in all of this, though.

Their words were then muffled by something. There was nothing more than a wall dividing me from the two of them, but I knew that it had nothing to do with that. There had to have been a reason why their voices had muffled down right then.

I finally sat up in bed and swung one leg out from under the blankets. I barely rested my foot on the floor lest the boards creak underneath my weight.

Maybe it was the sense of fatigue overcoming me but I had to figure it out. The one normal couple in the whole shebang, and I was witnessing some real dirt right at my fingertips. Or right at my ears, rather, and when they least suspected it as well. Even with my flagging energy and dropping eyelids, I had to find out about it.

Their whispers floated up to me as if they were ghosts on the backs of notes. I swore that I heard the words “this kiss”. I had no idea as to what they were expecting from each other, but I wished to know, and a part of me wanted to get out of bed just so I could see what was happening down there. I had to think of some kind of excuse, some sort of explanation as to why I got up again, like whenever I would explain to my parents why I got up in the middle of the night, and it was always to fetch a drink of water.

That was it.

I slid out of bed and I sauntered over to the doorway for a brief moment.

I swore that if I was going to hear the words “this kiss” one more time, I was going to have to pick myself up off the floor and see what was happening because as far as I knew, things were going crazy in there.

I wanted to know and yet I also didn’t want to know. I wanted them to have their privacy together, their champagne together, all of it all together.

And then I could hear it. The gasps. The heavy breathing. I could hear everything from up there at the doorway and I could put two and two together even from there. I needed a drink of water but then again, it was probably just my own predisposition, like a placebo effect of some sort.

Careful not to make the floor creak under me, I crept back to the comfort of my bed. I slid under the bed as I realized what they were doing downstairs and after they had kicked back a little bit of bubbly. They were bigger lightweights than me!

Bigger lightweights than me and yet I couldn’t help but laugh to myself.

I was wide awake, and I could hear everything that was going on in there. And I couldn’t help but laugh to myself.

I finally laughed myself to sleep, no less.

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A Violet Story

Title: In Want of a Friend Characters: Violet Fisher, Leonnioux Ouraux, @erickgage 's Erick Gage, @eorziapple's Apple Silverberg, @driftward 's Zoissette Vauban Rating: T Notes: Line Break is During @eorziapple 's Rebirth

I've never thought I'd be the sentimental type but here we are. You'd think saving the world and settling down to a ship of your own, a work-when-you-want job, and seemingly endless resources for your hobbies would be enough to feel nice and fulfilled. The peace that I helped foster should have been reward enough, especially with how much I bitched and moaned every step of the way. That's what a hero would say. The doors my talents and accomplishments have opened for me so that I could live the life I'd dreamed would be enough for the old me. Being left the fuck alone to do whatever I want whenever I want.

All of it feels really fucking empty.

I sighed as I swirled the last bit of whisky around the bottom of my glass. Leonnioux, the Ishgardian Lord turned bartender, seemed to be focused on some young Auri girl in a booth, neglecting to keep my glass from emptying. It didn't bother me though. He was usually attentive enough and offered small talk as needed. Anything more than that I'd probably find myself a new bar…though perhaps that wasn't out of distaste for conversation but that I had discovered he married my half-brother's husband when being shown our family registry. I'd let that cat out of the bag in Doma and wasn't about to be shuttered out of my favourite haunt by being the one to bring this 10-gil romance novel to the poor Lord’s door.

Still, it would be nice to have someone to talk to. Everyone has somewhere to be. U'rahn finally gets to be a baby factory. Jannie is getting married. The Scions come and go with their requests but now that there's nothing really keeping us together I get to be alone with who I thought was the best company: myself.

It turns out…I’m kind of awful company.

This isn't all bad news though. It turns out, I know my friends really love me to put up with me and still want to be around when they can. I don't resent them for their happiness. I'm excited to see Rahn be a goofy dad and Jannie is finally doing things for herself. Such silly thoughts that bring a smile to my lips…and still, for now I'm on the peripheral and need my own thing.

The research team here at GA seemed a good start but how do you bridge that gap when you've been willfully unapproachable for so long and when you've finally got your head out of your ass too much is going on to make things right? “Hi. I'm Violet. I'm sorry I was an ass before and I know someone’s just launched themselves into void for whatever reason but would you like to go get drinks and maybe do a work hang because I'm a lonely twenty-something that just realised maybe having friends to share things with isn't the boogeyman I made it out to be?” Yeah. That's real natural.

Even if I did just open myself up, who would I even approach? Everyone seems to have their entourage or are too hyper focused in their projects to attempt to bother with my sudden social cravings. Well, save one or two. There was one though…if I remembered right. Another Limsan.

I swirled my glass again, this time to find Leonnioux standing behind the bar, sliding me a mug of my favored ale in his polite way to tell me I should start easing up. I thanked him of course before holding my hand up.

“Hey. You're familiar enough with the company roster? There's a girl that comes in here. Limsan with like bad ass aetheric tattoos on her face and runs with the science crew,” I asked.

“Apple Silverberg. Dark Maelstrom with two candied gingers instead of one ,” he said thoughtfully.

If he wasn't so painfully in love with that damn Miqo'te I'd jump him. There's nothing hotter than an encyclopedia, especially a bartending one.

“Right. How did I forget a name like that,” I sighed, watching as Leonnioux ‘s gaze went from me to my drink and back to me.

“It's a mystery.”

“Wow. That was really fucking catty. You do have some bite under that highborn wall afterall.”

I smiled to assure him I took no offense. I know what I'm about. He looked a bit relieved, if I had to guess the joke was testing how familiar he could get with his regulars. Turning away to wash glasses, he left me to my thoughts.

Apple. Fellow Limsan and research team member and…that's all I got. Still, she seemed to have the greatest chance of understanding me. I'd have to-

[This is Erick Gage, your boss, on the emergency line. I need a combat ready team to Azys Lla immediately for non-lethal combat. Details will be Mog-dropped into company tomestones on arrival. Gage out.]

I guess it's time to go be a team player.

[Rebirth]

Of course it would be her. What a fucking terrible sense of humour fate has. My path to friendship of course was the big bad of the week and gave me a nasty scar to mark the occasion. It wasn't my first choice of a friendship meet-cute but at least it'll be an interesting one to laugh about later.

After the big fight I found myself being stitched up in the infirmary and settling in along with Apple’s friends and our coworkers to make sure she was going to be okay. It felt a bit weird at first but after we put together all the vibes we got from collectively Echoing off her I felt more certain that we'd get along.

I'd tried not to be much of a bother as we waited. My only imposition had been to dip into the aetheric weave and call upon anyone that might help bring her comfort. A man had come, telling me to find an old stuffed Moogle on her house boat. Once cleared to leave, I went to retrieve the toy to bring it back.

Most had gone for the night save for Zoissette. There was a seemingly appreciated silence between us as we let Apple rest. When Apple finally did stir, I found myself unable to explain my presence. I found myself saying the first thought that came to mind and rudely said, “It’s about time you woke up.”

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv oc #ff14 #ff xiv #violet fisher #apple silverberg #zoissette vauban #erick gage #leonnioux ouraux

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