#more coming as soon as i finish the next batch!!

[allfryam]

bulk up

Evan was in his final year of high school. He just turned 18 and he was feeling great. He was the star of the football team and he had a smokin hot body. His abs looked like they were chiseled from stone, his pecs sat like trophies on his chest. His arms glistened and bulged with muscles. one day after practice, his coach called him over. Even ran over, dripping with sweat. “I need you to move up a weight class”. Coach said. “We’re starting to struggle against teams with bigger players. We need some more meat on the team.” Evan was skeptical. He would have to give up his precious abs? He didn’t know if he could. But coach convinced him it would only be around 20 pounds, and he could lose it when the season ended. that night, instead of making a fresh, healthy meal, Evan drove to McDonald’s and ate a large Big Mac meal. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. Soon, Evan was off of school for a few weeks due to construction. This also meant no football practice. He didn’t mind though. He was too busy bulking. He spent most of his days shirtless, playing video games and eating snacks in his room. Without realizing he had already gained over 15 pounds. All of the junk food and snacks that he was eating was starting to take a toll on his waistline. His abs had slowly disappeared, and his muscles began to grow softer. He had a slight paunch that hung over the waistband on his underwear. by the time the construction was over and Evan could get back to school, his pants were quite hard to button. He mostly just wore sweatpants anyway. His smallest shirts began to ride up and reveal a sliver of his belly. at practice, coach called Evan over again. “You been bulking?” “Yes sir” Evan replied. Coach took Evan to the scales to see how much weight he had gained. “You lost a pound?! What the hell is wrong with you?! I’m going to have to do this myself. Come to my house later tonight.”

Evan was confused. He was sure he put on weight. None of his pants fit, and his abs were completely gone. He arrived at coaches house and knocked on the door. Coach let him in and told him to have a seat at the table. Evan still didn’t know what coach had in store but he was scared. He was also pretty hungry. Coach brought out 3 pizzas, a cake, canned pastas, ice cream, and a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Evan’s eyes grew wide. “You’re not leaving tonight until you eat all of this food.” Coach yelled. “But coach-“ coach shut him up and told him to eat. evan started with the pizza. He did good on the first two, but the last one was giving him trouble. It took a while, but eventually he finished the last slice. Next was the pasta. He was already pretty full but coach wouldn’t let him take a break. Evan kept eating and moaning as he got fuller and fuller. His belly was starting to stretch and expand, and his belt grew tight. He ripped it off and undid his pants and let out a sigh of relief. He continued to eat and eat until the pasta was gone. Coach let him take a little break before dessert but it didn’t help much. Evan dug into the cake with his hands, shoving fistfuls of food down his throat. His face was covered in pizza sauce, grease, and chocolate icing. He continued through the cake until he started feeling nauseous. “I thought this might happen. Here” coach said as he gave Evan some anti nausea medicine. After a couple minutes Evan felt better and finished off the cake. For the last two things, Evan combined the cookies and the ice cream to make it easier for himself. He took off his tight shirt to make some room and he dug in. After an hour of moaning and burping, he couldn’t do it. There was still a few cookies left and almost half a tub of ice cream. “You’re gonna come back every night until you can finish one of my feasts boy” coach yelled.

after a few weeks of this, Evan was still unable to finish one of coach’s meals, but they were definitely starting to affect his body. His slight paunch had grown into a round ball gut. His pecs were saggy moobs and his tight ass was big and jiggly. His thighs almost doubles in size and he had an extra chin now. But Evan was competitive. He wouldn’t stop until he won.

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[reidsaurora]

"Apple Pie Proposal" ~ S. Reid

Summary: In which You and Spencer make your yearly trip to the apple orchard an official tradition.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1,144

Content Warnings: heavy food references, honestly i think that might be it? lmk if i missed anything though!

Extra Notes: crappy summary as always, live laugh love 🤪

Originally Written: 10/16/2023 through 10/24/2023

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Apple cider was on your tongue, Spencer's oversized sweater was on your skin, and fall was in the air. Your stomach did somersaults at the feeling of joy rushing through you, wishing you could capture this moment and stay in it forever.

This was the fourth year you and Spencer had gone to the apple orchard together. Still, it never lost the same magic that it had the first time. Nothing gave you more satisfaction than spending the entire afternoon together, filling up your wicker baskets with locally grown apples, then baking the first pie of the season with them.

Many people didn't know that Spencer was quite the baker. While neither of his parents had taught him many skills in the kitchen, his Home Ec teacher had taught him how to bake up a damn good pie.

The orchard wasn't far from your shared apartment, a quaint little place just outside Mount Vernon, Virginia. Luscious trees spanned for what appeared to be miles, filled to the brim with bright green pears and apples that were every shade of red. The owners were an older couple that Gideon had known in college, whom he later introduced to Spencer and you.

After your baskets were nearly overflowing, the two of you made your way back to the car, starting the journey home, Spencer's favorite CD playing quietly as the two of you talked over it.

Spencer, ever the gentleman, insisted on you heading inside first, saying he'd grab the baskets from the car while you got started on collecting the ingredients for the pie. So, you did as asked, grabbing your apron from the hanger and getting to work.

"I think we severely overestimated the size of our pie," he chuckled as he brought in the second, heavier container of apples.

"Nonsense," you giggled from your spot at the island, where you were currently peeling and cutting the apples from the first basket. "Penelope will want a pie, Hotch will ask us to make him one for Jack, Gideon's coming over tomorrow for the football game. These apples will be gone in days."

He gave you a look of agreement, though you could see there was an unspoken emotion behind his expression. Admiration or love, you figured. And with that, Spencer was grabbing another apron, joining you at the bar and getting to work on the pie crust.

Soon, a batch of apple tartlets was in the oven, while Spencer finished up the last of the work on the pie. You sat down next to him again, giving him a similar look to the affectionate expression he'd given you earlier.

"Hey, do you remember the first year we did this?" he asked randomly a few minutes later, a faint nostalgic smile tugging at his lips.

A smile of your own crept up to your mouth. "You mean the year you threw an egg at me?" you answered, a laugh settling on the edge of your tongue.

"Hey, I only hit you with an egg in self defense. You're the one that threw flour on me," he rebutted.

The aforementioned laugh rolled off your tongue, a sound that Spencer told you almost daily was his favorite noise in the whole world. "Of course I remember. Why do you ask?"

He sat quietly for a moment, as if pondering the reason himself. Eventually, he landed on, "I guess I wonder how many years you think we'll be able to do this together."

The uncertainty in his words was almost enough to break your heart. Since the first time you'd visited the orchard, you'd hoped you'd continued the tradition every year for the rest of your lives. Maybe even eventually rope your children and then their children into it too. You weren't sure where along the line you'd led Spencer to believe otherwise, but the unsure look on his face let you know that he was nervous about your answer to the question.

"I'm hoping forever, if you'll have me that long," you answered, placing a comforting squeeze on his sweater clad arm.

He leaned over, giving you a soft and sweet kiss. "That sounds like a plan to me."

As if on cue, the oven beeped, Spencer heading to grab the pan of tartlets. While he began placing them on the cooling rack, you headed over to the oven, placing the pie inside.

It took you a moment to register what was happening as you turned to face him again. At first, you thought maybe he'd dropped something or his shoe needed to be tied. But then, you realized there was something in his hand, one of the apple tarts. And then, examining the scene further, you noticed something shiny atop the treat in his hand.

The words were shaky as they exited Spencer's mouth, his hands trembling as they held up his creation. "I really hope you were serious about your answer to my last question. Otherwise, I'm gonna look very stupid," he chuckled nervously.

Tears slipped down your cheeks at the display in front of you, your heart thumping a thousand beats per minute. "That certainly doesn't belong in dessert," you managed to laugh, your tears nearly turning to full-on waterworks.

"I suppose it doesn't," he chuckled nervously, holding the tart up further. "I'm hoping you can overlook it just this once though."

"I'll try," the joke came out weak, tears still falling from your eyes.

As if remembering why he was down there in the first place, he shook his head and gave you a more serious expression. "Y/N, I have loved you for over four and a half years. But when I think of how long I wish to love you, four years seems like the smallest sliver of time. I guess what I'm trying to say is… I want this—the orchard, the pies, all of it—every year for the rest of our lives. If you'll have me, I'd really like to be your husband."

The words came out stuttery and nervous, random breaks in his sentences, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Especially not when the prospect of spending a lifetime with Spencer was on the table. "Of course I'll marry you," you answered, your own words somehow shakier than his.

He stood from his kneeling position, sliding the ring onto your finger and leaving a delicate kiss over the digit. "Thank goodness you said yes. That would make for some awkward conversation when Gideon comes over tomorrow."

A breathy laugh escaped your lips, pulling him in for a long and romantic kiss. This time, Spencer was on your tongue, an engagement ring was on your finger, and love was in the air. And again, your stomach did absolute somersaults at the feeling of joy rushing through you, wishing you could capture this moment and stay in it forever.

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[dreamofbetterthings]

No Regrets Noah Sebastian x Reader

Prompt: "The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop."

VIP: Noah Sebastian

Band: Ban Omens

Summary: There's no such thing as a "calm" Halloween night, especially when hidden feelings are involved.

Warnings: It's gonna be a little spicy, but not full-on smut. Still, this is 18+ due to descriptive language and some curse words scattered about, so minors, please DNI. 

A/N

Hello everybody! I'm sorry that I dropped off the face of the Earth. I have an abundance of things going on in my personal life and I am trying my hardest to get through it all. I know in the last post I said chapter 3 of It's Been A Long, Long Time was coming soon. That wasn't a lie. It is still in the process of being edited. I'm working on a new uploading schedule for you guys, and a page redesign as well so if everything pans out the way I'm hoping, it will be put into effect starting next week. In the meantime, I have a couple of stories I'm planning on getting out before Chapter 3 gets released. This turned out a lot longer than I thought it was going to be, but I had an idea and ran with it. I've never written for Bad Omens before, so let me know what you think. Enjoy!

This is a fictional story about real-life people. Nothing that is mentioned in the story below represents who said individuals are, or how they act in real life.

Halloween night was always your favorite time to be around certain people, specifically the friends you called Motionless in White and Bad Omens. There was always something up their sleeve to turn the normal night into one that you weren't sure you wanted to remember in the morning. Luckily, tonight was the annual hangout at Chris' house this year, and you couldn't be more excited. Every year you all would get together at someone's house and pass out candy to the kids, then watch a couple of movies after the last stragglers came through. After that, came your favorite part of the night, Hide and Seek. It might seem childish, but watching a bunch of tipsy/drunk people try to stay quiet in a hiding spot was always hilarious.

 You were making another batch of popcorn when Chris walked into the kitchen. "Hey, we just put on The Lost Boys, just thought I'd let you know." You smile. "I'm not surprised. That's almost everybody's favorite." He laughs and grabs another bowl from the cabinet. "I know, that's why we put it on first, so nobody can complain about it later." The timer on the microwave went off signaling that the popcorn was finished, and you carefully took the bag out. You gave Chris the cooling-down bag and picked back up the one you set on the counter before he walked in. After emptying them and grabbing extra napkins, Chris brought the popcorn out to your friends who were talking through muffled and hushed whispers. Before you walked back into the room, he pulled you back for a second to whisper something in your ear. "I pulled the seeker for tonight. Unfortunately, it wasn't you. Maybe next year." You pout and then smile "Fuck, I'm never going to get picked." He laughs as you glanced around at everybody scattered in the room. 

Ryan sat with Justin on the loveseat. Folio was a drama queen and insisted he get his own seat. Nicholas, Vinny, and a few other of your friends, Florence, Nicole, Victoria, and Robert who were invited sat around the coffee table on the floor. Ricky, Jolly, and Noah were on the couch. Then, you and Chris got the two giant bean bags in the corner. The lights were changed to red and the TV just started the opening credits to The Lost Boys. You and Chris give the popcorn to Ricky and Nicholas respectively, everybody else having their own mostly full bowls, and grab your drinks before plopping back down on the bean bags. Folio rubs his hands together and smiles. "Now that our final two goofballs are here, who's ready to watch one of the best horror movies ever made?" Everybody gives some form of yes or a holler, and he immediately turns the volume up. As the movie plays, there is a small conversation here and there, and occasionally someone has to get up for a new drink, but you are relaxed and having fun. 

At about the halfway point of the movie, Noah gets up to get another drink from the fridge. On his way back, Jolly scares him, causing his wine to spill all over the floor and your sweatpants. "Jesus man!" The movie is paused and everyone's attention is on you guys. Jolly laughs and puts his hands up in defense. "Sorry dude, I had to scare you at least once today." He turns to look at you. "Didn't mean to ruin your sweatpants though, my bad." You wave him off. "It's no big deal, these were old anyway. You guys can keep the movie playing. I'm just gonna change into different pants real quick." You take a sip of your drink and get up from your spot to go upstairs. 

After finding your weekend bag, you huff as the extra sweatpants are nowhere to be found. Instead, you pull out a pair of spandex volleyball shorts and go to the bathroom. Noah hears the sink running upstairs as he's cleaning up the accidental mess he made by your spot. He throws the paper towels away and before he gets to the stairs, Chris quietly asks "You good?" He nods, telling the other singer he's going to make sure you're okay, and heads to your bathroom. He knocks a few times and after a couple of seconds, the sink cuts off and you open the door. You were expecting one of your girlfriends to be standing there, but instead, it's Noah. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I'm sorry about spilling on your sweats. I hope I didn't ruin them." Holding up the pants, you show him where the stain had previously been. "If these sweats can make it through one of your tours, they can certainly handle a little bit of wine. I just didn't want them to stain, since you drink the darker stuff." He chuckles and follows you back into the bedroom. 

You grab your shorts and get ready to put them on, but Noah points to your leg. "I didn't know you had a thigh tattoo." You glance at it and glance at him confused. "Really? I got it a while ago. I could've sworn I showed you when I got it done. Then again, I'm always in longer shorts, so it's not exactly easy to see." Setting them down, you turn to the side and pull part of your underwear band up, showing the last covered part of the tattoo. Looking up at Noah, you can see he's staring, but there's something else behind his eyes. Just not sure what it is though. You don't flinch when he reaches his hand out, but your skin gets goosebumps as his fingers ever so lightly trace over the ink on your leg. Everybody that came over tonight had seen each other in their undergarments or even completely nude before, whether by accident or on purpose. Hell, you've walked in on him changing plenty of times. 

So why did the room suddenly feel hot? 

It could be that you've had a crush on the man since you were kids. There wasn't anything not to like. His personality just made you want to be around him all the time. He's sweet and kind, and has a terrible sense of humor that only you two get. You could go on and on. He was just an all-around amazing person. You were so caught up in your thoughts, that you missed the hand that was snapping in front of your face. "Hello? Are you there?" Coming back to reality, you saw Noah looking down at you with curiosity. You quickly apologized and asked him to repeat what he said. "I said it looks amazing on you. The placement is perfect and it works great with the curves of your leg." You thank him and can't help but notice just how close he's standing to you. There's a tense silence for a couple of moments, and neither of you moves from your spot. You glanced at his eyes, then his lips, but immediately looked away. 

It felt like you were a school girl again, talking to the guy you've had a crush on for ages. You heard him mumble a "Fuck it" before he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. They were soft and tasted like wine, courtesy of the drink that led you here in the first place. You felt his hand move to rest against your cheek. His lips were gentle, almost as if he was savoring the moment, afraid it would never happen again. When the two of you finally pulled away for air, your eyes remained closed for a moment, before slowly opening them and meeting Noah's. The two of you looked at each other in pure awe before you let out a small "Woah" He laughed, and you looked down, feeling your cheeks become hot.

The thought of you being so flustered made him blush too. How was it possible for someone to be this cute? Your heart was pounding out of your chest, and you almost couldn't comprehend what just happened. "You know, for someone that always complained he was a terrible kisser, that was uh, really impressive." He could feel you now completely relaxed against him and he laughed a little, slightly embarrassed. "I'd say that I've had practice, but you already know my teddy bear in fifth grade doesn't count." The two of you laugh. Remembering his hand resting on your cheek, you look away and take a small step back. "I think we should get back to the movie. It's gotta be almost over by now, and I don't want them to yell at us for taking too long." He let out an uncomfortable laugh and muttered a "Yeah." 

You never noticed but Noah frowned slightly when you pulled away from him. He felt so comfortable being that close to you. As you turned to the door he realized something. He really liked you and didn't want this to be just a one-time thing, especially if it was going to make things weird between you afterward. He picks himself out of his thoughts just as you open the door. He walks across the room, taking your hand and silently closing the door. Standing there surprised, you ask him, "Are you okay?" It was now or never he told himself. "I'm sorry, I just..." He takes a breath before continuing. "I really want to kiss you again." You stand there just as surprised but decide to see just how far this could possibly go. "What's the problem then?" He lets go of your hand and brings his own up to hold your face. Pressing his forehead against yours, he whispers. 

"The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop." 

He obviously likes you, right? But this is your best friend. You've known each other for years. If he did like you this much, he would've told you by now, right? You two have been affectionate towards each other before, but there's a line neither of you dared to cross. If you crossed it now, you would rather do it with no regrets. It was better than wondering what could have been. "What if I don't want you to stop?" Noah tilts your head so you're looking him in the eyes. 

"Then I won't." 

He pushes his lips against you again, this time with newfound hunger. His hands fall and grab at your waist while yours go around his neck. Your feet follow his backward and you hit the edge of the bed. He pulls you down to sit on his lap, completely forgetting your lack of pants while he pushes himself further back on the bed. His tongue runs across your bottom lip and you open your mouth allowing him in. Your hands gently tug at the now-cut-short hair on the back of his neck and he grabs at your hip hard enough to leave bruises before pulling you even closer to him. Shifting your weight a little, your lower half sits directly on his hardening cock and he groans into your mouth. He pulls his lips away only for them to move down your neck. You tug at his hair a little harder and he sucks at the tender skin that connects your neck and shoulder. A moan leaves your lips and you mindlessly grind down against him. There was nothing that could prepare you for how right this felt. Like you were seeing a whole different side of him, hidden from the outside world, and for your eyes only.

Noah moved to whisper in your ear. "Quiet baby, wouldn't want everybody to hear us, hmm?" You shake your head no, but it doesn't matter as he kisses you again. "Hey, are you guys-OH MY GOD!" The bedroom door opens to see a shocked Chris looking at the two of you. Noah pulls away from your mouth, and the two of you look like deer in headlights. "I'm going to go... quickly." Chris walks away, before coming back and closing the door. You and Noah make eye contact for a split second, before the two of you look away, slightly embarrassed that you were caught. "Maybe we should go back before someone comes in again." He clears his throat and nods. "Yeah, that's a good idea." Carefully getting off of him, you stand up and let him off the bed. You both straighten out your respective clothes, and you finally put on those shorts. 

"Are you alright?" He nods and you get ready to walk toward the door. Noah runs his fingers through his hair. "Um, Before we go, I just wanted to ask...You don't regret any of what just happened, right?" You immediately shake your head no, slightly frowning. Maybe this was all a big mistake. "Not at all. Why? Do you?" He smiles and also shakes his head no before taking your hand in his. "Nope. No regrets." A smile replaces the frown on your face. You ask "Are you ready for them to never let us live this down?" He laughs and glances at the door. "That doesn't sound like such a bad thing to me." Giving him a nod, he opens the door and the two of you walk back into the living room where the rest of your friend group is talking amongst themselves. When they hear you guys walk in, it gets silent. Noah lets go of your hand so you can sit down first, and then goes to his spot on the couch. 

Nobody said anything for the first couple of moments before Chris broke the silence. "You guys fucked in my spare bedroom..." Instantly you and Noah sat up and shook your heads. Your voice and his overlapped and both of you tried to tell your friends that technically nothing happened. Once the two of you were finished explaining, the room was silent for another couple of moments before anyone spoke. The silence was starting to make you uncomfortable, but before you could say or do anything, Ryan threw his hands up and yelled. "Fucking finally!" This breaks the tension in the room and everybody starts laughing and giving you and Noah happy looks. You even saw a couple of people passing money around. Those fuckers bet on you and Noah getting together. When the commotion has died down, another movie has started, and everybody turns their attention to the TV. As you focus your attention on the screen, your phone buzzes, and you pick it up. 

Noah

"I was thinking later we could finish what we started in the spare bedroom?"

You smile at your phone and quickly respond before setting it down.

"Well, we're still playing Hide and Seek after the movie. I'm once again not the seeker, lol. If it happens to be you, don't go easy on me. Depending on how the rest of the night plays out, you might get your wish ;)"

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Noah readjust himself in his seat. He sends back a text almost instantly, and goosebumps litter your skin again as you read his last text.

Noah

"Oh, I won't. I like the hunt."

Nope, no regrets.

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Persistent | Yandere Asmodeus

You heard the whispers of a beautiful creature. One of the seven avatars known across the seas for their popularity in beauty, in the arts, in the general gene pool.  It was just another spec of knowledge you heard when doing your job. The biggest customers were quite talkative. 

“(Y/n)...did you finish that remedy of yours?”

You gave your mentor a nod, letting suspended gravity carry the bottled vial from your mini cavern into the waiting tentacle of your mentor. Her orange-red tentacle wrapped around it with ease, swiftly putting her labeling and signature on it before shoving it into a crate. 

She sighed, running her tentacles over the dozens of crates in a final count. She gave a satisfied hum before looping her eight tentacles into the various slots. You smiled to yourself—another successful batch. 

Retreating into your cavern you curled into yourself prepared to sleep until the next time Helene would wake you. It would be time to eat then.

It was like any other day.

“---keep it all to yourself! You have to tell me!” 

“--share with you?! Please! I should kill you for eve–”

You awoke to voices instead of the sounds of a crab being roasted on the fire coals. It was Helene yelling at a man, a customer maybe? It was a smooth highpitched voice cutely whining about something. 

It was kind of…irritating.

You didn’t want to bother uncurling yourself, somehow still lulled to sleep by the intensified yelling; mostly coming from Helene. Falling asleep you dreamed of tiny tasty slivers of crab to eat while Helene patted your head. 

It wasn’t a bother to you.

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“Oh my look at you! What’s your name?”

It was that voice, again. One you could barely place. 

It was hazy with your schedule of work-sleep-eat (maybe). Your hectic schedule made half-asleep experiences far from your top priority. This is why you slowly blinked at him before wrapping yourself in your tentacles. Ready to sleep again. 

It didn’t bother you until he did. 

A soft and manicured hand unabashedly grabbed a tentacle of yours slowly unraveling you’re protective spiral to pull you out of your cavern. You used your remaining tentacles to try and keep you inside only to be proved far too weak in the hands of the sea’s mighty avatar. 

He pulled you into the bioluminescent grotto, leaving you in the open. You shrunk into yourself prepared to ink the perpetrator and dart into one of the many craters of the grotto. You’re three hearts were beating a mile a minute. Where was Helene? Why wasn’t she here? Why was the shelf a mess? Her cauldron knocked over? Anxiety was gripping you harder than an oyster's maw. 

The beautiful merman on the other hand was none the wiser. Smiling as he playfully flicked his hot pink and orange fins. His tail was large and wavy; a dramatic flair that wasn’t helping you in any regard. He folded his hand behind him as he leaned closer to you, swimming closer as you curled away. 

“Hey! Why are you trying to hide? Are you surprised someone like myself just appeared?”

He posed flashing his scales and fanning his fins out. It did nothing for you, to see him this way. In fact, it made you all the more uncomfortable. You were getting closer to inking yourself relenting to somewhere- anywhere to hide. 

“H-hey, where are you going?” 

To the tipped cauldron. Curling as tightly as you could in hopes of limiting at least a little bit of your fear. It made the merman pout following you to the cauldron planning to use the same tactic as before

“Are you re-Aghagahaaaahh! What is that!?”

Cringing at the sticky and suffocating grasp of the ink. He jerked away, twisting his tail as if to relieve himself of the feeling. You curled into yourself only trying to facilitate your breath as the merman continued to howl about the ink and ‘his poor perfect skin.’ 

Soon all of it went to fade. Your tiredness, his crying, your fear. Once again you fell asleep. 

It was Helene who would awake you, having returned home to find your cavern empty, the grotto a mess, and a sorrowful wisp of ink leading into her tipped over cauldron. She knew what had happened and nothing more needed to be said as she joined you wrapping you in her strong tentacles. There was something soothing about her muscles lightly squeezing around you, as she whispered curses of the avater.

“That cursed merman! On my life, Asmodeus will pay for what he’s done! Believe it!” 

It didn’t mean much to you, her cursing that merman. It was a name she cursed often. But that must mean that the one who was here must be him. 

Asmodeus, huh.

You’re…pretty sure you don’t like him.

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The next time he reaches for you, you bite him. You curled your outstretched tentacle back into yourself as he wailed again. It wasn’t as loud as before when you inked him but his arm was no longer in your cavern. 

“Hey you bit me! Bad octopus!” 

He stuck his tongue out at you before swiftly swimming away nursing his hand. That didn’t make him leave though. Instead the clinking of bottles and canisters persisted with nonchalant humming. 

This Asmodeus was looking for something.

“Aww not here! Geez Helene where would you put it.” 

You stayed in your cavern not even bothering to peek your head out to see. You could already imagine. Sleep was far away, your skepticism wouldn’t allow you to not when Asmodeus rifling through Helen’s products. 

Then there was silence. 

Did he leave? Did he find what he was looking for? 

“Maybe you know?” 

How didn’t you hear him? In a matter of seconds he swam from the bottom of the grotto to the entrance of your cavern, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes. It was alarming. 

“Aww are you ignoring me again? That’s no good!” 

He puffed his cheeks for a moment, his expression changing to one of determination as he reached somewhere outside your cavern’s opening. He was clutching an empty but familiar viall with Helene’s signature label on it. 

“Come on! Won’t you tell me where I can find her batch for this? Come on! You can tell me!”

With his prodding came him pushing the empty glass into your cavern, careful to hold it by its opening–his fingers far from you. You let the glass touch you, flinching when he persists. You continue to curl away, not engaging was how you’d succeed. 

“Hey don’t ignore me!”

He continued to poke you with the bottom side of the bottle, whining consistently about the product he was looking for. Somewhere along the way you found yourself fighting sleep. Though you were sure he didn’t notice, you once again curled your tentacles around yourself for sleep.

“--cute!” 

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“Coral-cutie!? Where are you hiding today? Are you mad about the pearl necklace last time?”

You were hiding from Asmodeus in one of the many crevices of the grotto, hardly bothering to sneer at the visible destruction of Helene’s work space. It was probably more disturbing that this had become a routine. He’d wreck her workstation sighing about what he couldn’t find and spend the rest of the day pestering you. Somehow the latter was what he spent most of his time doing here. Like clockwork Helene would return and curse his name before continuing to churn out another batch of her famous concoction. 

Now your days spent sleeping were filled with attempts to escape the avatar of the sea. Who insisted on doing all sorts of silly routines and dressing you in whatever trend he was ranting about now. It was exhausting at first but now you were used to it. 

“Ah! There you are! Trying to hide from me, you silly octopus!”

For the most part. 

You sat still in his lap as he reclined on Helene’s cauldron, turned on its head and its contents floating aimlessly. His fingertips danced along your suction cups, taking the time to explore their shape as if he hadn’t done it a thousand times before. 

“I never noticed before but you secrete a kind of mucus don’t you?”

Offended you retract your tentacles from his grasp, he put his hands up in defense. 

“It’s not a bad thing. In fact,” He paused easily peeling the limb from your body to his lips, delicately rubbing his lips against it. “It’s a lovely thing.”

You didn’t pull away. You only looked away from him as he went back to his usual playful.mannerisms. Easily letting your embarrassment fade to listlessness as though it were never there. You let your eyes roll to the back of your head with thoughts of whatever concoction of crab Helene would cook up. 

“--mine! Why can’t you just leave-”

“--I’ve already decided. I know all about–”

You woke again to the sounds of bickering done by none other than Helene and Asmodeus. Comforted by the walls of your cavern you realize you’d been moved from your spot in the merman’s lap. 

You weren’t complaining. 

It just meant that before this argument occurred you were returned to your favorite place. An oddly selfless action for the avatar who so usually was focused on himself. No matter. 

It was another altercation. A fight they’d usually have. 

Thus it was time to go back to sleep. 

“I’m not letting you have them!”

���Good thing I wasn’t asking.”

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You awoke to the bobbing of a mer’s movements. Your head pressed against the chest of a merman who was unusually bare. No necklaces or diamonds to poke you as muscular arms tightly held you in place. 

Where was this? 

“Ah look at you! You’re awake! You sleep so much I never know when you’ll wake up.”

This wasn’t the grotto.

“You probably have never been up this high, always stuck in the dark.” He sneered, “That’s such a Helene thing to do.” 

Helene, where was she?

“It might take some getting used to, all this light.”

Where is she?

“But you can do it I believe in you!”

He squeezed in emphasis. Registering the light blue vastness of the world around you, you didn’t have enough freedom to look everywhere though. Unable to maneuver your head to look at Asmodeus’ face directly only getting a view of his well-sculpted neck and Adams's apple barely bobbing as he cooed.

What was that?

“What? Are you looking at those marks? No worries little suction cups don’t hurt that much even when they have fangs.”

You were hungry. Where was Helene?

“I bet you’ll love what I have for you, back home. Hermits, oysters, shrimp! You’ll adore it!”

Helene.

“Ah see we’re coming up on it now.”

Helene.

“So squirmy! But we’ve done this before! Don’t you know i always win?”

Helene. 

“Oh right.” 

He stopped his swimming, threading his fingers through your tentacles as he flipped you around. Looking straight on at the beauteous avatar of the sea’s face. Smooth with not a single blemish his rosy lips were gleaming a toothy smile.

“We’re never going back to that place again.

A toothy smile with shreds of golden hair, bloodied scraps, and the remnant of mucous membrane. All gone with a swipe of an elongated tongue swiping over his teeth clearing the way for a sea-swooning smile. 

“You’ll probably never want crab again.”

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere asmodeus #yandere asmodeus x reader #yandere obey me #yandere obey me x reader #yandere obey me: one master to rule them all #moi month #yandere obey me Asmodeus x reader

[latanyalove]

Don’t go

In the poll, Ace got the most votes so I will be writing this and the others will come soon! This story will be a two shot.

Please support me by liking, reblogging and commenting on this! Also please follow for more content!

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Pairing: Portgas D Ace x Y/N

Dialogue: “Don’t go. I don’t even know who I am without you.” 🔥🏴‍☠️

A/n: I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing this! <3

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"Ace, are you finished warming the buns," you asked, mixing the baking mix for the next batch. As the delicious smell of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, you couldn't help but anticipate the mouthwatering treats that were about to come out of the oven.

"For the last time, I'm not an oven," Ace grumbled yet still used his devil fruit to heat up inside your cast iron stove. As the temperature rose, the buns began to brown and release their irresistible aroma, signaling that they were almost ready to be devoured.

Ace took them out and placed them on your table before leaning against the counter and looking in your direction, a mischievous grin on his face.

"I hope you're ready to indulge in some of the most delectable buns you've ever tasted," he said, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"You know they're for the village, right?" you added, finally turning around to see him with the buns.

Ace's mischievous grin widened as he replied, "Oh, I know. But who says we can't have a little taste test of your delicious buns before sharing them with everyone else?"

Blushing at his flirtatious remark, you quickly refocused on the task at hand. Pouring the remaining mixture into the bun tray, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement as you imagined everyone's delight when they tasted your homemade creations.

That was until your hair started to get in the way, you were busy making the buns and forgot to wear a hair net.

"Um, Ace," you started, questioning if you should ask him for a favor.

"Yeah Y/N?" Ace replied.

"Do you think you could lend me a hand and help me find a hair tie? I don't want any loose hairs getting into the buns."

You heard footsteps approaching, but there was no answer.

You then felt a gentle hand push your hair behind your ears, and when you turned to look slightly, you saw Ace standing beside you with a hair tie in his hand, a warm smile on his face.

Your heart skipped a beat at seeing him so close, and you couldn't help but blush.

You felt your heart flutter and you felt your breath catch in your throat. You felt yourself relax as you looked into his eyes, your heart still pounding in your chest.

In that moment, you realized that Ace's presence had a powerful effect on you. His warm smile and close proximity made you feel a whirlwind of emotions, from excitement to nervousness to joy.

It was as if time stood still, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was something more between you than just a love for baking.

"Hey! Are you two finished? The villagers are getting hungry!" A voice yelled out of nowhere, belonging to Marco.

Startled, you quickly snapped out of your daze and realized that you had been lost in the moment with Ace. With a sheepish smile, you turned to Marco and replied, "Sorry, we got a bit carried away. The buns are ready, we'll bring them out right away!"

Ace quickly tied your hair with the hair tie, making sure no loose strands would get into the buns. Afterward, he stationed himself back by the cast iron stove, ready to assist with the final preparations before bringing the delicious buns out to the hungry villagers.

Unbeknownst to you, Ace's face was as red as a tomato, his whole face flushed with embarrassment. He quickly looked away, hoping you hadn't noticed his blushing. . . .

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As you walked in front of the large group in which they called themselves the 'Whitebeard Pirates', holding nothing while they carried all of the buns, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment.

You had never heard of the 'Whitebeard Crew' before, but perhaps that was because news from the outside world rarely reached your secluded island.

In the midst of your island being destroyed, the 'Whitebeard Crew' arrived just in time to save all of the villagers.

Ever since their arrival, the Whitebeard Crew had been tirelessly working to rebuild the island, restoring it to its former glory. Their dedication and hard work were evident in the progress that had been made, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for their presence and the impact they had on your life.

"Hey, did you hear that there are some pirates around?" you heard a villager say to another frightenedly.

You were shocked when you heard that there were pirates nearby.

Your heart started to race, and beads of sweat formed on your forehead as you tried to process the news. The thought of pirates being nearby filled you with a mix of fear and terror.

You couldn't help but wonder what their presence would mean for the island and its inhabitants. Again.

"What are you thinking about?" Ace's voice interrupted your thoughts, making you jump.

You turned to him, trying to hide your worry, and replied, "I heard there are pirates nearby. I can't help but worry about what that means for our island and everyone here."

Ace's jaw clenched and his eyes darted around nervously, betraying his unease. He took a deep breath before asking curiously, "Why are you so terrified of pirates?"

You let out a deep breath, saying, "They destroyed the village and killed my parents," the words caught in your throat as memories of that fateful day flooded back.

The pain and loss were still raw, and the thought of encountering pirates again brought back a wave of fear and vulnerability.

The screams of the villagers echoed in your ears as the pirates raided the island, their ugly laughter filling the air. The cries of pain and fear, mixed with the sound of gunshots, created a haunting symphony that still haunt your nightmares. The trauma of that day was etched deep within you, fueling your terror at the mere mention of pirates.

"I'm sorry for your loss," Ace muttered as he walked by your side.

Guilt filled Ace's body as he realized that he had not told you that he was a pirate himself. He understood the weight of your fear and the pain you had endured, and he knew that revealing his past would only deepen your wounds.

He felt like a coward for not being honest with you, but he also knew that it was the only way to protect the people he loved. He knew that you needed time and space to heal, and so he kept his secret.

The rest of the walk was silent for the both of you while the rest of the crew were chatting between themselves. Each step carried a heavy weight, burdened by the unspoken truth that hung in the air. Ace's heart ached, knowing that the longer he kept his secret, the harder it would be to reveal it.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed aside your fear and plastered a smile on your face as you all finally arrived at the hall where everyone was gathered to get their afternoon snacks before going back to rebuilding.

The sight of the resilient islanders, working together to rebuild their lives, gave you a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that lingered in your heart.

"Hello guys!" You said excitedly as you walked into the room, trying to hide the lingering fear and pain that still haunted you.

As you helped the islanders in their efforts to rebuild even by baking them food, you couldn't help but be inspired by their resilience and determination to create a better future, despite the horrors of the past.

Their faces lit up with gratitude and joy as they saw you enter the room, carrying trays of freshly baked food. The islanders, weary from the hardships they had endured, found solace in the simple act of sharing a meal together, and their appreciation for your presence was evident in their smiles and expressions of gratitude.

As you distributed the trays of freshly baked food, the islanders couldn't help but gush over the delicious treats. "Wow! They look so good!" exclaimed one islander, while another chimed in with, "I didn't think that you were going to pull this off!"

Even the children couldn't contain their excitement, as one of them eagerly asked, "Mummy! Can I have one!"

Their comments brought a sense of warmth and satisfaction, reminding you that despite the pain and fear that still haunted you, you were making a positive impact on their lives.

As soon as the group set the trays down, the villagers ran over with excitement, their eyes lighting up at the sight of the freshly baked food. They eagerly reached out, their hands grabbing for the treats, their expressions filled with gratitude and anticipation.

You stayed back, watching them devour the buns made you smile with joy. Seeing their hunger satisfied and witnessing the happiness on their faces was a powerful reminder of why you had chosen to stay and help rebuild their lives.

"You know, you should join our crew," Marco said to you as he stood beside you, crossing his arms. "With your baking skills and the positive impact you're making, we could really use someone like you to help us while we're at sea."

Even though you knew he was serious, you chuckled at his comment. "What do you guys even do for a living?" you replied with a smile.

"We're pirates," Marco answered as serious as possible.

You quickly looked at him and didn't see any mischief on his face, but you couldn't help but wonder if he was joking. Pirates?

Quickly, you glanced at Ace, how he nicely chatted with the elderly with a smile on his face.

It was as if the thought of being a pirate had corrupted his once pure aura, leaving you with a sense of unease. . . .

Part 2?

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[fetish-fiction]

Something different again... funnel feeding leads to rapid wg.

You hop on to the bed wearing the oversized clothes I had made you put on. They were about 6 sizes too big, even your podgy body didn't come close to filling them out. The shirt was like one giant sheet of material hanging off you and the shorts were so large you needed to bunch them up at the sides and hold them to keep them from falling down. You could barely imagine the size someone would need to be to fit these things.

I had put some pillows down at the head of the bed to make you comfortable for what was to come. Lay down, I tell you, and you relax into the soft cushioning. Your lips are soon parted by the funnel I had ready and waiting. As soon as the first drops of smooth, creamy, fatty, chocolatey liquid passes your lips and slides down your throat you feel a gurgling and a pressure in your stomach.

As you continue to swallow your limbs start to feel all tingly. From where you're laying you can see past the funnel to notice the oversize shirt starting to shift a little where your belly is. You think it might be sticking up a little more there, but how? You've only had a few mouthfuls. By the time the funnel is empty your belly has definitely expanded significantly, and you arms and legs both feel more hefty too.

Just as soon as you catch your breath, more of that incredible liquid is being forced down your throat. Your weight gain seems to be progressing even faster now. The loose folds of the shirt are shifting, beginning to be taken up by your rapidly growing belly. And the shorts are quickly loosing what looseness they once had, your waistline becoming enormous.. you can feel your ass thickening and widening with fat underneath you, feel your hips ballooning outwards just as fast as your belly is. You feel so incredibly large and soft and only becoming more so. The feeling is ambrosial, you never want to stop sucking down this fattening elixer.

The next batch of slop is poured into the funnel straight away, your expansion unrelenting. You look down to see the clothes you once thought gigantic starting to be completely filled by your ever growing blimp of a body. Soon your fat is starting to strain against the fabric. The arms of the shirt are restricting your now fat flabby upper arms, the buttons almost ripping apart by your mountainous belly and massive tits. The waistband of the shorts has disappeared beneath your overflowing gut but you can feel it constricting your middle, and feel an enlarged fupa squished up against the crotch of the fabric, teasing you. The short legs can barely contain the huge thunderous rolls of cellulite that are now your thighs. The next glup sends you over the edge.

All at once the clothes give way. Buttons fly across the room as your corpulence floods out of its fabric container. Seams rip on the shorts, your lard is only covered now by tattered rags, barely hiding any of your massive mounds of flesh. You are now almost as wide as the bed and must weight at least 700lbs. A few slurps left and you've finally finished it. It's morphed you utterly.

The shirt that once was comically large is now ripped apart and dwarfed by your obesity, covering none of you. Your tits are now splayed as sacks of fat across and out to the sides, pushed apart by your belly that you have no chance of seeing over. If you could, you would see that it spreads over the bed like a pillow, drooping jiggly and soft over your body to the edges of the bed and over your massive fupa, between which is lodged the remnants of your shorts. In your morbidly obese state you have no hope of dislodging them by yourself....

#rapid weight gain #torn clothes #funnel feeding

[tinywitchgoblin]

In The Kitchen

The Bad Batch x gn!reader, slight Hunter x reader if you squint

Word count: 584

Warnings: fresh pasta

a/n: just a lil’ domestic!TBB drabble. 

“Hey Wrecker, how’s the sauce coming?” you asked, not looking up from the task at hand. You were busy rolling out sheets of pasta dough, and you didn’t want to cause the dough to wrinkle or fold. Plus, since there were so many people to feed (including Wrecker), this was gonna take a while and you needed to focus.

“Good! I think it needs a bit more salt though, can you taste it?” he responded. 

“If someone brings me over a spoonful of it,” you stated. As you feed another sheet of dough into the machine, Echo comes over and puts a spoonful of sauce near your mouth. You leaned over and tasted it, thinking for a moment before giving Wrecker the go-ahead to add more salt. 

“How does this look?” Omega asked from her space on the counter. She was busy making the garlic bread, her favorite part of the meal. 

“Looks good, bud!” you affirmed. She beamed and went over to the oven, scooching Wrecker out of the way to put the tray of bread in before setting the timer. Coming over to where you were working, she asked, “What else can I help out with?”

“You could set the table,” you offered, nodding to the cupboard and drawer where the plates and silverware were respectively. Echo moved to the cupboard to grab the plates for Omega as she wasn’t tall enough to reach them herself. She accepted them with a quick thanks before placing them on the table in the middle of the room and going back for the silverware.

Finally, you finished rolling the pasta dough, so you switched out the rolling attachment for the cutting one. As you fed the dough through the machine once more, the pasta came out sliced and ready to be cooked. You stood back to admire your work, and Omega bounced over, saying, “It all looks and smells so good! I can’t wait to eat it!”

“I couldn’t agree more,” said Hunter, who propped himself up against the doorframe of the kitchen. He made eye contact with you and winked, causing you to look away and blush slightly. Echo rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself before going over to pour the drinks. 

The timer went off for the garlic bread, so you and Omega went to check on it, accidentally bumping into Wrecker in the process. It looked good, so you pulled it out and placed it on a hot pad in the middle of the table next to the salad that Omega had made earlier. Checking to see how everything was progressing, you asked, “I’m gonna start cooking the noodles, but it won’t take very long. Omega, can you go find everybody else and tell them to come in here for dinner?”

“Yep!” she said, skipping away. You could hear her calls of “Tech, Crosshair, Hunter, time to eat!” followed by Wrecker’s stomach gurgling loud enough for the whole house to hear. He shrugged and responded with, “What? I’m hungry.”

“It’s okay, we’ll be eating soon,” you reassured. He took the sauce and placed it on the table as well. You checked to make sure that the pasta was done, straining it and adding it to the already crowded table. As everybody filtered in and sat in their usual seats at the table, you couldn’t help but stop for a moment and think to yourself how lucky you were to have these little moments with the people you cared about the most.

#tbb #tbb x reader #hunter bad batch #tech bad batch #wrecker bad batch #echo bad batch #crosshair bad batch #omega bad batch #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #star wars #the bad batch #the bad bois #star wars drabbles

[coffeeandbatboys]

Helloooooo!

Congratulating you muchly on your follower milestone, so kriffing proud of you!

For the prompts, could I please request

Echo (tbb)

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Thank you and congrats again, you are AMAZING!!

Thankuuuu!! Oml as soon as I checked which prompt this was I started getting ideas!

Prompt is: Writing little notes on post-its and leaving them in random places to read.

270 follower celebration og post

Warnings: none. Echo being a cute lil shit from across the galaxy. Reader works at Cid’s tavern

Flimsi love notes (Tbb!Echo x Reader)

The first one you found was in your apron. His Aurabesh might have been a little screwed since his left hand wasn’t his dominant, but you could read Echo’s handwriting anywhere.

“If you’re reading this I’m probably thinking of you cyare. Love you and be safe. I’ll be back soon.”

Ever since the Bad Batch had stumbled into Cid’s tavern, you’d had your eye on him. To this day he couldn’t understand why out of every member of the batch you chose him, but hey. He couldn’t complain.

There would always be one where he knew you’d see it every time he was away. Sometimes they would be tucked behind the mirror in your ‘fresher, other times in your bag, or under your pillow where he knew you’d slide your hand before you went to sleep.

Cid’s growl came from across the room.

“Hey laser brain! Bar needs to be cleaned off. There’s another note over here for ya. You kriffing lovebirds are going to be the death of me.”

You sighed and picked up the washrag, only stopping to take a peek at the aforementioned note.

“How’s my Mesh’la doing today, huh? Call me later tonight.”

Maker, this man might not be perfect, but he was certainly trying. You finished your shift at the bar and walked home, anticipating to hear his voice after a long day. You dropped your bag at the door and flopped down on the bed, pulling out your comm.

“Mesh’la?” He answered. You smiled at the warmth in his voice.

“I got your note, Echo. You are the sweetest.”

He laughed, voice low and raspy. “I try my best. How was your day?”

“Long and boring. I’m about ready to quit and demand that Hunter let me join you guys.”

“That wouldn’t be a bad idea, but some training would be needed.”

“Well lucky me I’ve got one of the best ARC troopers for a boyfriend.”

“I’m the only ARC trooper you know, Mesh’la.”

“And you’re the best in my book.”

“Can you do something for me really quick?”

Your eyebrows scrunched. “Sure?”

“Unlock your door.”

You didn’t move. “What?”

“Unlock the door!”

Something clicked in your head and you scrambled off of the bed to your front door. Throwing it open, you practically burst with happiness when you saw him.

“ECHO!” You screeched, throwing yourself into his arms. He laughed lightly. “We got done early. Figured you could use another surprise to keep you on your toes.”

“I’ve come to expect anything and everything from you, Echo.” You mumbled into his shoulder. “Just never know what’s next.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple and nuzzled his nose in your hair.

“Love you Mesh’la. So much.”

You tighten your arms around him. “Love you too, Echo. Even more.”

#arc trooper echo x reader #tbb echo x reader #echo x reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch #tbb echo #echo tbb #echo x fem! reader #arc trooper echo x fem! reader #star wars #coffee’s 270 follower celebration

[bluewasthecolor]

if you’re taking requests, i’d love to read 13 + leah williamson👀 absolutely love your writing!

Prompt 13 x Leah Williamson

Word Count: 771

Warnings: Implied smut/maybe a little bit of actual smut

A/N: Thank you, I love that you love my writing!! Makes me want to keep doing it! Also, I haven’t decided whether i’m comfortable writing full blown smut so this is what you’re getting for now. Keep sending requests, from the prompt list or otherwise! I want to do some more song fics, so any song ideas would be much appreciated.

Leah isn’t quite sure how she’d ended up in this situation, but she’s not complaining. You’re standing in the kitchen of her apartment, clad in nothing but very small shorts and an even smaller bra, baking something that smells damn near heavenly. It had started with a conversation at training that afternoon, she recalls, something about her craving homemade blueberry muffins. And then…well then, as it turned out, her AC wasn’t working so you’d had to ditch your hoodie. Before she knew it, here she was. Sitting at the kitchen counter watching a wildly attractive woman bake for her. It’s like some sort of fantasy, she thinks to herself, some sort of very distracting fantasy because she realizes you’re talking to her (and likely have been for quite some time).

“...Leah? Hello, earth to Leah?”

“Oh, sorry. What was that?”

“I was just asking if these are all the blueberries you have.”

“Oh, yeah, I think so. I can run out and get some more if you need me to.”

“No, it’s all good,” You shake your head, “I’ll just make half a batch.”

With that sorted, Leah goes back to her observing (staring). The way you move is graceful, almost liquid. You float around the kitchen effortlessly, adding a splash of vanilla or a handful of blueberries as you see fit. It’s magical, like an art form. And the way your shorts ride low on your hips, the way your back muscles flex…it’s almost enough to make Leah groan aloud, but she catches herself just in time. There’s no need to embarrass herself that much. She’ll settle for blatantly appreciating you. 

Soon enough, you’re pulling the muffins out of the oven and placing two of them on plates for the two of you to enjoy. You plop down next to her at the counter, sliding the plate under her nose. 

“Wow Y/N, these look amazing. I wish I could cook. Or bake. Or do anything beyond using a microwave.”

You blush and look away, not used to compliments like this. Plus there’s the small issue of that huge crush you have on Leah. Anytime she so much as looks at you, you’re sure you’re about to combust. So at training today when she announced, to no one in particular, that she was craving homemade muffins, you jumped at the chance to impress her with your skills in the kitchen. 

When you look back up, Leah has finished her muffin and is looking at you. There’s something different in her eyes, a look you’re not used to. Is it…desire? No. You shake it off, telling yourself that you’re being silly. 

“That was fucking fantastic.” Her voice is low, and again you get the sense that she wants you. You decide to push your luck, telling yourself you can play it off as a joke if it backfires.

“Y’know, if you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

Leah recoils at the comment, taken completely by surprise. You watch her process for a moment, before she smirks and responds.

“Looking at you like what?” “Like you want to fucking devour me.” Your eyes meet hers, challenging her to take it further.

“And if I do?” She asks, voice coming out sultry, “If I can’t wait to get you out of those goddamn tiny shorts?” 

You let out an audible gasp at this, trying to gather your thoughts enough to form a coherent response.

“Like I said, I don’t think we’re gonna make it to bed.” You keep it simple, unsure that you could say anything more eloquent than that.

“Oh darling, I don’t need a bed for what I want to do to you.”

With that, Leah rises from her stool, coming to stand between your legs. She looks down at you before cupping your face to meet your lips with a kiss. It’s passionate, desperate, hurried, but it’s also tender, conveying that she’s been wanting to do this for longer than this afternoon. Everything is a bit of a blur after that. You end up on the counter, on your back, Leah between your legs. She brings you to the edge over and over again until she finally lets you come, her name tumbling from your lips in a stream of moans and curses. Then it's your turn. You flip your positions, straddling her, and return the favor.

After, the two of you lie on the counter, limbs intertwined. Leah props herself up on one elbow, looks at you, and pushes your sweat soaked hair off your forehead.

“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

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[zoeykallus]

Hi! I’m so sorry if someone’s already requested this before, but if nobody has would you consider how the Batch would react to their S/O being upset with themself for not being able to focus on their work/productivity please? It would be very much appreciated 💕

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The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - When in self-doubt

Hurt/Comfort/Fluff

Hunter

Just before you drift off, he senses it's happening. He looks up and watches you, and shortly after you feel it yourself, your focus has slipped, your thoughts have gone wandering, and before your frustration shows on the outside, Hunter says, "Relax, don't put so much pressure on yourself. Maybe take a break for five minutes, walk around a bit, have a drink."

You look at him in surprise. You haven't said a word yet, but he already seems to sense what's bubbling under the surface. You can't suppress the sigh as you reply, "But it happens all the time, I lose focus, get distracted, slow down."

"It happens to all of us," Hunter says patiently.

"But not as often as it happens to me," you counter, frustration now clearly resonating in your voice after all.

"When it really comes down to it, though, you seem to have a handle on yourself."

You shrug, "It often has to do with adrenaline I think, it sharpens the senses"

"Would it maybe help you if we did these chores together? Some music with it, lighten the mood a bit"

Hunter turns on the radio and sits with you to help you with your task. As you watch him and feel his closeness, you feel a positive boost and new energy for your task rising within you.

"Thank you," you say with a smile.

Hunter smiles back, "You're welcome."

Basically, he is patient, forthcoming and easy on you. He will never judge you, belittle you, or take you less seriously because of it. Hunter wants you to feel comfortable, he wants you to be happy with yourself as well. He will gladly help you with that.

Echo

He hears your frustrated snort, looks up from his work, and turns to you.

"Are you okay?" he asks cautiously, not sure if he's upset you in some way.

You put down the machine part you were working on and want to pull your hair out in frustration. You look at him and see him raise his eyebrows slowly, questioningly.

"I keep drifting off, I can't concentrate long enough to get all the pieces done in time"

"Do you want my help, sweetie?" he asks gently with a smile.

"No!"

Echo blinks.

Then you say meekly, "Yes…. I don't know."

He smiles lopsidedly, comes closer and grabs one of the pieces too.

"Come on, let me help, it's easier together".

You look fascinated at how he deftly and quite quickly gets to work, with only one hand mind you, and hurriedly copy him. You talk a bit, but you are fully concentrated on keeping up with him. Until, suddenly, you're done.

"See," Echo says with a smile, "there you go."

You look at all the finished pieces and say, "Yeah, but only because you were participating"

"You worked with focus" he gently contradicts you.

"Yes," you say, and repeat, "Because you participated"

Echo smiles, unperturbed, and says, "Then we'll just have to work together more often."

Wrecker

"What's wrong?" he asks when he sees your grim expression.

You're about to throw the holopad away, but pull yourself together just in time. With a furrowed brow, you look up at him.

"I keep losing focus, can't concentrate long enough on these tasks," you say, lifting the datapad to him.

"The test Tech created for you?" asks Wrecker.

"Yeah, if I don't memorize that soon, Tech will never let me fly the Marauder."

Wrecker nods, sits down next to you and says, "As a cadet I had that problem too, quite often. Not so much today, but occasionally."

You look at him in surprise.

"Really?"

Somehow you can't imagine Wrecker, who builds and dismantles mines and bombs on a regular basis, being unfocused.

He nods, "Yeah, it was really hard sometimes."

"How did you handle it?"

He shrugs and says, "Well, my brothers kept giving me positive reinforcement, practicing with me. The Kaminoans did some weird concentration exercises with me. I could show you those exercises."

You smile at him, "That would be great."

"But first," Wrecker says, "I'll help you study. I'll quiz you, we'll read each other the data and do the calculations together, Tech used to do that for me, sometimes Crosshair did too when I was having trouble"

The patient giant always has a listening ear and a helping hand ready, he understands very well how frustrating losing focus can be.

Tech

He watches you. You don't even know he's watching you. Tech makes mental notes, sees how you have a phase of full concentration and seem to make good progress, but again and again this focus seems to break, your thoughts go wandering, your eyes sometimes wander erratically through the room and your hands are not doing what they should.

Tech waits for you to get back to work, sighing in frustration, after another lapse in concentration.

"My beloved, are you okay?"

You wince a little, because until now you thought you were alone in the room.

"Yeah, I think so. I'm just not progressing as fast as I'd like."

Tech doesn't want to push you, he'd like you to say something on your own.

"Do you need better tools?" he asks cautiously.

You give him a pouty look and say, "No. I just can't concentrate long enough."

Tech smiles gently.

"I'm sure we can work something out about that. Firstly, you shouldn't force everything by hook or by crook, little breaks can certainly work wonders. Let's see what tips and tricks we can find on the Holonet."

Together, you search on his datapad for information on concentration support exercises and measures.

Tech tics completely different, but understands very well that not everyone can build up such an intensive focus as he does. He is amazingly patient and, out of affection for you, very eager to work with you on this issue.

Crosshair

He watches you for a while and quickly figures out what's going on.

"You keep losing your focus," he says quietly.

You shoot him a somber look and say, frustrated, "I know that myself."

He raises his eyebrows, laughs softly and says, "You know that kind of thing can be trained"

You set your tools aside and turn to face him fully.

"Yeah, I know that. I already know a few exercises too, but-"

As you break off, he tilts his head to the side questioningly.

"But what, Kitten?"

You shrug your shoulders in frustration and sigh, "It only ever helps to a certain extent, or temporarily, and not always."

He looks at you, scrutinizing, coming closer and taking a look at the work you've done so far.

"Have you always done these exercises alone so far?"

You nod and look at him questioningly.

"Well," he says lightly, "Then maybe we should do them together sometime, and maybe try some new things too"

You are unsure, squirming a bit, but he grabs your hand and pulls you with him.

"Where are we going?" you ask, perplexed.

"We're going to tap into our fountain of knowledge," he says dryly.

"Tech?"

"That's the one."

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[daydreamgoddess14]

Support System pt. 3

MASTERLIST

CH1 | CH 2

Roy Kent x Reader

Guys, I can't stop writing this. I cannot stop! Let's just whoooosh get it all out like a Roy Kent exorcism then I can move on... or something 😂 Thank you thank you thank you for reading/liking/reblogging/commenting - you're all aces 😘

Chapter 3

You’re not entirely sure how it happened, but Roy Kent was in your kitchen with a piping bag icing cupcakes. The table and just about every surface is covered in flour, batter and icing, the girls are on a sugar high and you’re fairly certain there’s purple frosting in your hair somewhere. At the park, Lexie had explained in great detail all of the baking you both intended on doing that afternoon, so the invitation for them to join you came naturally.

“Bit more there uncle Roy.” Phoebe instructs patiently.

“And there.” Lexie points. You pour from the kettle into two large cups and stir the coffee. While it rests for a minute, you get the next set of bakes out of the oven - chocolate chip cookies, and look for somewhere to set them down. While you’re surveying the chaos, you notice Roy has stopped icing cakes and is watching you. He points with the piping bag over your right shoulder.

“Space over there.” You put the pan down quickly, feeling the heat coming through the towel you used to get the hot tray out. You finish the coffees and put one in front of him as he finishes the last cake and you all sit back to observe your hard work. There’s a lemon drizzle cake for Phoebe to take to her nan’s house, a tray of scones for Lexie to take to her nan’s, vanilla cupcakes for Sara and chocolate for you and cookies to take to school. You reach forward to take a cupcake from the freshly frosted batch but Roy taps your hand away.

“Ouch!”

“Not that one, here.” He hands you one from further along the tray with extra icing. “Lexie said you’re obsessed with icing.” You smile and open up the paper case. Seeing you with a cake, the girls each take one.

“Can we eat it in the living room mum? I want to put Disney on.”

“P-?”

“Pleeeease?!”

“Go on then. You’re useless at cleaning up anyway.” The girls jump up and you soon hear the opening credits to Moana. Once you’ve finished your cake, you start at one end of the kitchen wiping surfaces and putting spoons and bowls into the sink. You’re a little surprised when Roy starts at the other end doing the same thing. At your third meeting at the sink, you notice the frosting on his cheek. “Oh, you’ve got a bit of-” without giving it a second thought, you reach up and swipe at his cheek with your thumb. He hums a little and you realise just how close you’re standing to one another. He takes a tiny step, placing one of his feet in between yours, a hand going to your hair,

“Yeah you’ve got a bit here.” The length of his body is not quite flush against yours, but there’s only millimetres to spare. His other hand goes to your hip, squeezing just a little and he leans down, his nose brushing against yours.

“Aagghhh mum!” A squeal from the living room interrupts you and you both spring apart. You’ve never been not kissed like that before in your life. Hell you’ve never been about to be kissed like that before. His lips hadn’t even touched yours but your skin was on fire, your heart racing. It takes a second for you to register Lexie calling you, but once you do you slip past him into the living room.

“What’s up?” You ask, breathless. How are you so breathless when nothing happened?!

“I dropped it.” Phoebe looked guiltily at the purple cupcake face down on the rug.

“Oh honey, don’t worry about it.” You drop to your knees to give her a hug. “Lexie drops food in here all the time, trust me, it’s no big deal.” You smile kindly and retrieve the cake. “Do you still want the cakey bit?” She nods so you get up to wipe off the excess frosting and take the cupcake back to her, then you clean up the little purple patch on the floor. 

“Sorry about that, I’ll get you a new rug.” Roy says from the kitchen doorway.

“Oh don’t, honestly. I’m waiting for Lexie to move out before I get anything nice for this house.” You joke, ruffling Lexie’s hair on your way back to the kitchen. The moment has passed so you carry on with the big clean up while the girls watch their film. Once it’s over, you say goodbye to Roy and Phoebe at the door, wishing them a happy weekend and watching Roy for slightly longer than is generally acceptable. The rest of the weekend is gone in a flash with a visit to your parents for Sunday dinner and the usual routine of preparing for the week ahead. Sara had replied to you late in the evening to thank you for the cakes, I’m on early again tomorrow but will probably see you after school on Tuesday if you guys want to come for dinner? You agree and take the opportunity to message Roy for the first time, offering to take Phoebe to school the following day, as you had the previous Monday. She’d like that. If you’re going to work on the train again, I’ll drop you at the station. You can’t help the butterflies that flutter knowing that you’ll see him again the next day. The key to a successful Monday morning appeared to be Lexie knowing that she’d be going to school with Phoebe. Again, she got washed and dressed without arguing with you and you were out the door in record time. This time, when he passed a cup across the counter, you passed a plastic box with two cupcakes inside.

“You forgot these.”

“I brought Sara’s?”

“Yeah but these are for you.” You smile. He nods and takes the box with a little grin.

“Thanks. How’s your week looking?”

“Not too bad. I’ve got Lex til Thursday and then she’s with her dad for the weekend. How about you?”

“We’re off to Amsterdam.”

“Oh, wow! That sounds… fun?” 

“It’s not like that. We’ve got a match.” You raise an eyebrow. Admittedly, your brain went straight to the very little you know about Amsterdam - women and drugs, rather than football and art.

“Yeah well, when in Rome and all that. Or Amsterdam.”

“No, not when in Rome. You wouldn’t catch me doing… anything like that.”

“Hmm. If you say so. I hear the women are all exhausted though.” You tease. 

“I don’t intend to find out.” He says pointedly. The girls pile into the car and you drop them off at school. At the train station, you turn to say goodbye.

“Have a safe trip.”

“Thanks. See you next week probably.”

“... Probably.” Your phone pings in the middle of the night a couple of days later with a selfie of Roy and Jamie in front of a huge windmill. Nice view x You reply sleepily and put your phone away. 

With no Lexie at the end of the week and into the weekend, you think more and more about what you and Sara had talked about in the weeks previously. As if she knew, a message arrived from Sara Phoebe is with her nan tonight. Fancy dinner out with wine and NO CHILDREN? You jump at the chance, confirming immediately and rushing to get showered and changed. You decide to stay in town and go to the new Italian in Paved Court, walking distance for the early evening, and just a short taxi ride home. You take out a dress you hadn’t worn before - when you’d tried it on, Andy had sneered at the deep, wrap front which hugged your breasts and the asymmetrical length which started at just above your knee but got longer in the back and grazed the back of your calves. The colour was a deep plum which brought out the auburn hints of your hair, the traces of red from your childhood were long gone. When you brought it, the dress had made you feel sexy - enhancing your curves and gently flowing over the imperfections. Andy’s comments had a lasting effect though and you were only wearing it now because everything else nice you owned was practically workwear. You really did have to stop wearing your nicer stuff to work. You met at the restaurant, going in, getting a table and ordering wine before Sara arrived.

“Started without me, love it!”

“Only half a glass, here.” You filled her glass and put the bottle back in the cooler.

“To a hot meal with no children.” You clink glasses happily. She tells you about her week, how Phoebe missed uncle Roy while he was away and the first bottle disappears quickly. You order another bottle and once you’ve finished your meals, you decide to get drinks around the corner at the Rose and Crown. The pub is bustling, but not too busy and you order drinks while Sara looks around for somewhere to sit. “Oh look! Roy’s here, let’s go annoy him.” She takes her drink from you and pulls you by the hand to the booth he’s sitting in with the other Richmond coaches. He watches you from the bar all the way to the booth but you can’t read his look at all, it’s not a familiar one. He introduces you to Coaches Beard and Lasso and they shuffle around to make space for you and Sara, one at either side of the booth. Sara is already standing next to the seat next to Coach Lasso which becomes spare, so you take the seat next to Roy. The seating is meant to be comfortable for four people so it’s a little snug with an extra person, you have to sit close to Roy to avoid falling off the seat but you don’t want to be presumptuous and sit too close either. He takes the decision away from you and slips an arm around your back, pulling your opposite hip further into the seat and closer to him. Your thigh presses against his and his hand doesn’t move from your hip where it’s just hidden by the knot of your wrap dress. You’ve had to turn your body slightly towards him so you can see and talk to the others, as you look down to get your drink, you realise that you’ve given him a front row seat to your cleavage. Your eyes shoot to the ceiling and you try firstly not to blush and secondly to act very nonchalantly about it. Sara however is the same two bottles of wine into the evening that you are and as she catches your eye, a giggle bursts from her and she’s suddenly laughing until there are tears in her eyes. Roy doesn’t say a word, just laughs at her and traces little circles into your hip with his thumb. You have a really great night - enjoying grown up company and conversation and not worrying about upsetting Andy when you get home, or waking Lexie. By the time last orders is called, you are probably the drunkest you’ve been in a long, long time. Roy says goodbye to coaches Beard and Lasso and takes both you and Sara by the arm to his car.

“Ha! Roy, you look like a right ladies man taking two women home!”

“Doesn’t count when you’re my sister.” He tells her affectionately.

“She’s not your sister.”

“Fucking good job, too.”

“What?” She asks loudly,

“Nevermind.” He tells her, she slides into the back seats and lies down, already half asleep. “Don’t go to sleep in my car, put your belt on.” He opens the passenger door for you and helps you up. The route he takes goes past Sara’s house first. He helps her out of the car and unlocks her front door. He’s gone for a few minutes while you fight the need for sleep in the car. “Sorry, just getting her water and painkillers.” The short drive to your house doesn't take long at all and he comes around to open your door for you and help you out. 

“‘m fine, you don’t need to see me to the door.”

“Course I do, come on.” He lets you attempt to unlock the door but then takes your key gently from you and slots it into the lock. You turn to thank him, your heels bring you closer to his height but still a way off. You make an entirely alcohol based decision and lean up onto your tiptoes, your lips brush softly against his, your eyes fluttering shut. His hand goes around your waist to steady you and you can’t help the little sigh you make when you’re pulled closer to him. But it doesn’t last. He steps back away from you, his hand moving to your elbow. You open your eyes again and all you see in return is pity. Horror rises inside you and you move out of his grip, ashamed and embarrassed.

“Oh god, fuck. I’m sorry, shit, I’m so fucking sorry, I shouldn’t have-, fucking fuck. I’m so fucking stupid, why on earth would I think-” You grab for the door handle and back up away from him.

“No wait, it’s not-”

“Please forget that ever happened. God, I’m so fucking stupid. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” You plead a final time, desperate not to cry in front of him. You slam the door shut and flick the lock, pressing your forehead against the cool wood. With the door safely shut, your tears fall and you choke back a sob. On the other side of the door, Roy hears and goes to knock, but the sound fades as you move further into the house.

“Fuuuuck.” He growls, going back to his car.

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[angelltheninth]

The Bad Batch Stamina Headcanons

Pairing: Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker, Echo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, begging, marathon sex, creampie, toy use, cunnilingus

A/N: The Bad Batch Boys are back baby!

Hunter is unmatched when it comes to stamina, even above Wrecker. He can keep fucking you all day if you're in the mood for it.

Takes very little for him to get hard once he finishes and once is never enough for him, he'll give you at least three orgasms, one for every hole as he likes to say, before his cock starts to go soft. Even then you can count on his skilled fingers to keep you sensitive and ready for the next round.

"Didn't think I was done after just one did ya? You're underesematin' me sweetheart. Never had so many in a row and you're sensitive? I can fix that, I'll get you used ta me soon enough. You'll see. Pretty soon and you'll be able ta match me. Just need ta help ya out a little. Now tell me, how many fingers do ya want?"

Crosshair, while athletic prefers to use his fingers when he gets tired. He may be tired but you're very wrong if you think he's letting you go anywhere yet. He doesn't need to use his cock to make you come.

He uses his hands the most out of any body part, they almost never get tired and he never stops touch you with them, even as you shake and beg that you can't take any more orgasm he knows of ways to pull more out of you. You're his now, that means you take his cock for as long as he wants you to.

"Don't lie to me doll. I can see, and feel, your pussy quivering around me. You want more, fuck I know you do. Don't you? Tell me how you want more. Oh, heh, of course you can't talk with your mouth full of cock. There, better? Will you tell me now, do you think you'll let me fuck that pretty hole one more time tonight? Good girl, good girl."

Tech might have the least stamina when it comes to most parts of the body but when it comes to his mouth? Sit on his face and suck his cock to full hardness and he'll be eating you all night.

Can't resist you when you spread your legs and show him your cunt, still loaded with cum from him. If you get it on his face he doesn't mind, there's time to clean up later. He can clean and suck on your pretty cum covered clit. At the same time he feels like he's slowly building up more stamina because he has sex with you, so it truly is a win-win situation.

"Get up here sweetie, I'm not through with you just yet. Let me get a good look at you. As I thought, you pussy looks even more beautiful when it's full of cum. Don't be sad about letting it drip, I guarantee that I'll give you more soon. You have to do your part too. And just to make it fun, I'm timing how fast I can make you orgasm with my tongue."

Wrecker can't seem to stop once he gets his cock wet from your pussy. Thank Force that the bed is reinforced because he could have broken it many times otherwise.

When you feel like you're overly sensitive he'll ask if he can use a different hole until you feel like you can go again. He'll keep rotating like that all night, putting you in any position it's the easiest for you to take his cock in. If you feel like you need to sleep then by all means do so but know that he'll still be hard when you wake up.

"Don't wanna push ya here sweet stuff but uh.. ya think I can get your mouth next? I can get ya stuffed from both ends heh! Your tits? Ya wanna use them next, as long as I get ta fondle them I don't mind. So damn soft, I can fit it all in my hand. Which is something ya can't say about me can ya? Fucking right I'm proud, who else can fill ya up as good as I can hm? No one."

Echo has a whole lot of useful toys to fuck you with in the event that he runs out of stamina before he feels like you're fully satisfied for the night.

He loves seeing you fuck yourself with a dildo while he thrusts his cock into your mouth, gets him hard again pretty quickly. Also enjoys just watching you fuck yourself while talking dirty to you and just as you're about to have your orgasm he replaces the toy with his fingers or cock to finish you off because he just can't take it anymore.

"Really thought you'd have fun without me love? Of course not, you get so tight when you're about to come, I'm not missing out on that. Ride it like you did that toy, cover my cock in your cum and I'll do the same to you. Or maybe you'd like the toy too? Somewhere else. Why don't you suck it for me, show me your talented mouth at work."

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[queen--of--shadows]

Healing Shadows: Part 2

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Reader is a gifted surgical healer and water bender. Rhysand needs her help when he finds out about Feyre’s risky pregnancy. Azriel finds out reader is his mate.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,569

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

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Part 2: Secrets

The next morning, Madja sends word that she’s busy with home visits that day and won’t be coming in. You spend the first few hours cleaning and making large batches of various tonics, bottling and labeling them for sale. You tried to keep yourself busy, but you knew that Rhys would be coming to give you his update any minute.

Around noon, he saunters in with a grin and a mischievous look in his eyes. “Good morning, Y/N. I have a surprise for you.” From behind him, the High Lady steps out. How had you not noticed her before? With one hand over her swollen belly, she looked absolutely stunning. Her golden brown hair danced in waves, framing her gorgeous face and piercing blue-gray eyes. “Lady Feyre, it’s an honor to meet you,” you said, bowing down into a curtsy.

“Please, Y/N, there’s no need for formalities. Call me Feyre. Rhys told me all about you and the situation at hand. Needless to say, it was a long night,” she says, glaring up at Rhys and then giving you a sweet, genuine smile.

Returning her smile, you suddenly felt at home with the two, as if you had all been friends for years. “Madja is out today and it’s been a slow morning. This situation takes precedence for me, so why don’t we go somewhere more comfortable and private to talk? We can head up to my apartment, although it may be a bit cramped for all three of us,” a twinge of embarrassment sparked at the thought of hosting the High Lord and Lady in your small dingy apartment.

“That’s no problem at all. Rhys and I can winnow you up to the House of Wind. We would bring you to our River House, but we have some repairs going on right now.” You quickly finish cleaning up, toss your apron on the couch in the back of the clinic and grab your bag of supplies. You lock the clinic door and change the sign to “Closed.” Rhys grabs your hand and wraps his other arm around his mate, and you feel the sudden gust of wind flapping your jacket around you and your hair whipping in your face. A moment later, you were standing in front of the stunning sunset orange home, built right into the cliff face of the mountains, looking down on Velaris. The view of the Sidra and the city from up here were unreal. Noting your awe and wonder, Rhys looked down on you with a smile. “Welcome to the House of Wind, Y/N. Let’s head inside.”

You followed Feyre and Rhys into a cozy room with a blazing fireplace and lush velvet couches. “Please make yourself comfortable,” Rhys says as he and Feyre sit on the emerald couch across from your seat. As soon as you sit down and start emptying out the contents of your bag, the door swings open with a loud bang. “Finally decided to give your old friends a visit up here, huh?” a loud voice booms into the room with a chuckle. You turn around to see two massive Illyrians enter the room. Of course, you recognized them instantly. 

Although you had never seen the males in person, Madja’s descriptions of the High Lord’s brothers were accurate enough. Cassian, the Army General of the Night Court, and his brother Azriel, Shadowsinger and Spymaster of the Night Court. The matching red and blue siphons atop their hands blazed as bright as their shining hazel eyes. The two stunning males sat on the couch next to yours, and you had to remind yourself how to breathe in their intimidating presence. You quickly assessed their demeanors: Cassian was relaxed and goofy, Azriel was calm and reserved with a piercing gaze, assessing you as well.

“Y/N, these are my brothers, Cassian and Azriel. Please forgive me, I didn’t realize they would be home today,” Rhys said, rolling his eyes as Cassian clapped him on the shoulder. “We just want to make sure everything is going to go smoothly with our dearest High Lady,” he responded with a gorgeous smile.

“That’s no problem at all. It’s lovely to meet you both. I’m Y/N; I’m an apprentice at Madja’s clinic. I’ve heard a lot about you both, and you, Rhys.”

“Only good things, I hope.” You snapped your head to your right at the deep, unfamiliar voice. Azriel’s voice: his words were like silk on your skin. You noticed the shadows swirling around him lazily and refused to be intimidated by the unrelenting hazel stare. “Indeed, only good things,” you responded with a flash of your grin.

“So, Y/N, do you think you’ll be able to perform the surgery successfully?” Feyre asked, wringing her hands together.

“I think so. I’ve been reading up on the surgery all night, and I think it should go well. As I explained to Rhys, I’ve performed the surgery before on cadavers, and I’m very familiar with the anatomy of a pregnant female. I have all the tools and supplies, but the only issue I foresee is the pain. I can give you a tonic to help ease the pain, but I am cutting into your body, so it will still be difficult to handle.” Before you could finish your thoughts, Rhys interjected, “If that’s the only concern, then I’m relieved. I can take away her pain during the surgery, so you can do your work without worrying about that.” He wrapped an arm around his mate, who looked up at him with nothing but adoration and relief in her eyes, and you suddenly felt jealous of their beautiful bond and the love they shared.

“That works out perfectly, then. Let me just do a quick exam on you, Feyre, then we can schedule a date for the surgery.” You had the High Lady lay out on the couch, feeling around her swollen belly and listening in with your stethoscope. “Rhys, do you want to come listen to the heartbeat?” you offered, and within an instant, he was next to you, taking the stethoscope gently from your hands and prodding Feyre’s belly. He sat still for a second before breaking into a wide grin, tears lining his eyes. “I can hear him,” he said. Feyre sat up and stared at him in shock. “Him? It’s a boy?” she said, tears filling her eyes, too. “I’m not sure; I don’t know why I said that but I have a feeling he’s a boy,” Rhys responded, pulling Feyre into a hug. The two looked up at you, and you knew they would want to do the surgery as soon as possible.

You collected blood samples from Rhys to match against Feyre’s in case she lost too much during the surgery. “Okay, I think we are all set for tomorrow. Rhys, would you mind winnowing me up as early as possible?”

“Nonsense, Y/N. Please, spend the night here. We have a guest room set up, and Azriel can bring dinner up for you since it’s already late,” Rhys offered, and you reluctantly accepted. “There are extra clothes in the closet, and if there’s anything else you need, just give a shout.”

Feyre walked with you down the hall to your room, reiterating her appreciation for your help. You gave her a long hug and reassured her that everything would be done as quickly as possible, and to rest well tonight.

Entering the guest room, you audibly gasped. A beautifully made bed was in the corner, topped with dark navy satin sheets, stars embroidered on the edges in gold and silver, and a metallic canopy draped over the sides. Slipping your feet into soft black slippers, you padded over to the glossy dark wardrobe and opened it to reveal five sets of matching tops and pants, all in classic Night Court fashion. You ran a hand over the beautiful soft sets before grabbing a pair of black cotton pajamas from the bottom drawer. The bathroom featured a large tub in the center, made of stone akin to the material of the House. You ran a bath with the hottest water you could tolerate, ready to soak and release the tensions of the day, but you heard a knock on the door. You knew it would be Azriel with your dinner before you could even think.

Opening the door, you had to tilt your head back to match his gaze. I didn’t realize he was this damn tall, you thought to yourself.

Azriel stood before you with a tray of steaming food and a small glass of wine. “I hope this is okay. Please let me know if you need anything else,” he said, his words barely above a whisper.

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” You grabbed the tray from his hands, brushing your fingers against the warmth of his, before pulling away and taking a step back. Azriel’s gaze continued to burn into yours before he muttered, “Goodnight, Y/N,” as if he was testing the sound of your name on his lips.

“Goodnight, Azriel,” you responded and slowly shut the door. You took a deep breath to steady yourself and remind yourself of the long day you would have ahead, hoping to not get too distracted by the beautiful male still standing outside your door.

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[underthetree845]

I gave you my heart (Last Christmas)

Dazai/gn! Reader (oneshot)

Cws: gn! reader (he calls you "bella," and "my love" gender not explicitly stated), established relationship, cozy evening, christmas traditions, mistletoe, dazai osamu needs a hug

About 1.2k words

Summary: Spending a lovely cozy Christmas Eve with Dazai ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

A/n: Merry Christmas everyone! If you don't celebrate I hope this week treats you kindly and that you can find happiness in the upcoming year <3 And here is @/estrelinha-s requested credit for the dividers. ^^

The soft melody of the radio floated around the room, matching the subtlety of the flurries of snowflakes coming down endlessly out the window. A layer of white peppered the bare branches and cityscape outside, it would be salted away come morning. 

A heavenly aroma filled the quaint apartment as your oven mitt hand slid the fresh batch of treats out of their heated hearth. A brunette head of hair, fluffy from being dried after a shower, watched you from the doorway of your bedroom with a certain look in his eyes that could only be described as enamoration. You turned around in search of a spatula, only to be caged against the oven by a freshly bandaged pair of arms. Your breath stifled for a moment before your lips fell into a smile, admiring the rosiness of the detective’s cheeks and the way his hair curled to frame his face, messily but somehow still utterly perfect. “Hey ‘Samu,” your voice was low and gentle as you reached to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear. The snowy white shirt that hung from his shoulders highlighted his features; he really should consider wearing the color more often. “Bella,” he sighed, delicately resting his chin on the crook of your neck. You hooked your arms around his waist, inhaling the vanilla scent of your shampoo. It smells good on him, you think. A subtle munching sound came from the back of your head, and you turned quickly to find Dazai with a half-eaten cookie in hand. “Osamu!” you gave a playful scoff, “Those are for the agency members, remember? I said you could have the extras after I packaged them all up.” The man only grinned at the cute pout that graced your lips. “Oh, really? Sorry my Love, I must have forgotten,” he stated simply, shamelessly continuing to nibble at the warm treat. He took a half step back and leaned against the countertop. You lowered your eyebrows before coming over and attempting to swipe the cookie out of his hand. Dazai only raised it out of your reach, chuckling lightly at your attempts to pull his arm down. “Osamuuu,” you whined, and he popped what was left of the cookie halfway into his mouth. Dazai gave you a look, and you paused for a moment before feeling heat creep up into your face. Leaning closer, you took the other half of the cookie into your mouth. Goosebumps rose on the back of his neck when he felt your breath on his lips. After finishing the cookie, he chuckled again. “But my Love, now we don’t have any of the cookie left.” A light blush came to dust your cheeks. “It was worth it,” you replied with a shy smile. His heart thumped just a little bit harder. “Still, allow me to make it up to you,” Dazai caught your hand as you tried to turn back to the oven. You tilted your head and he took it as an opportunity to lead you to the living room and turn the radio up. Your hands always felt so delicate and perfect in his, as if he were meant to hold them. He would place kisses on your knuckles and palms for hours if you’d let him. 

♫ Last Christmas, I gave you my heart ♫ 

You raised an eyebrow and Dazai’s smile widened. He led you to the center of the room, taking your hand in his and resting his other on your hip. ♫ But the very next day, you gave it away ♫ 

Your pulse quickened as you slid a hand up to his shoulder, and soon he was taking the lead. ♫ This year, to save me from tears, ♫ 

Never had you imagined one singular person being able to make you so happy. It was in the little things, the lazy morning kisses and remembering each other’s usual coffee orders. Teaching him how to cook and him helping you learn how to pick locks. The arm casually draped over your shoulders out in public, the brief moments of eye contact in the office that never failed to send your heart aflutter. The way his name fell from your lips was like a gift; he uttered yours like a promise.  Dazai didn’t know whether to believe you or not when you told him he was deserving of your affection. He didn’t think he’d ever be sure. The first day you waltzed into his life, he knew there was something special about you. When you first cupped his cheeks and told him how you felt, he knew he was a goner. That night, the first time you ran your hands over his scars and gazed into his eyes with a look he’d never seen before, that was when he knew for sure. The one thing he could say without any doubt was that he would do absolutely anything for you. He had no intention of letting you go anytime soon. 

♫ I’ll give it to someone special. ♫  Dazai’s throat hummed softly along to the music, you felt a certain warmth bubbling from your chest as you twirled within the boughs of evergreen and paper snowflakes that adorned your home. Dazai’s eyes gleamed as he admired the way you were lit up by the lights of the tree. The corners of his eyes crinkled and his lips curved upwards into a smile. It made you feel light, breathless. It was a smile reserved for you and you alone. Dazai stepped one foot behind the other, shifting his hand around your waist familiarly. You slid one foot backwards, just the way he taught you, and fell easily into a dip. 

As he tilted you back, you caught sight of a little green cluster of leaves hanging from the ceiling, red berries scattered within. Mistletoe. You didn't put that there. 

Dazai’s grin widened when your gaze shifted back to lock eyes with him again. You let out a warm sigh, not being able to help the smile that played on your lips. As soon as you allowed yourself to surrender to the moment, he sunk his lips into yours. 

Your fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt to prolong the moment for as long as possible. 

When Dazai pulled you up to stand again and held you close to his chest, when you hooked your arms behind his back to return his embrace, he knew it was hopeless. 

“Y/n…” he started, the emotion in his voice would have been unreadable to anyone else, “you have no idea how much you mean to me.” 

It was easy for you to take note of the way he held you just a little bit tighter. Dazai’s silence begged you for a response, his breathing light. You searched and found the slightest hint of vulnerability in his eyes, your heart doing a backflip knowing that you were the only person he dared to trust with a look so raw. 

“I love you too Osamu,” you gave a small smile in understanding. He again questioned what he ever did to deserve someone like you, someone who spoke to him with such a gentleness embedded in their tone. He allowed himself to drown in it nonetheless. 

That night, you fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. Curled up under the covers, Dazai draped his arms over you protectively. He cradled you like you would evaporate at any moment, as if begging the universe for just a moment longer of the light he’d been granted. Dazai gave you his heart completely, utterly, hopelessly, and he knew he wouldn't ever regret it. Not in a million years. 

A/n: Thank you for reading! I'm actually so happy with how this turned out T-T Sleep well tonight and remember to be kind to yourself!

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[freesia-writes]

Chapter 35: Completion (THE END)

During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance. COVER ART BY @zaana!!

Master List of Chapters

Author's Note: I JUST CAN'T STOP WITH THESE TWO! ;) But I feel content with where it has landed, and I suppose I could always add more down the road. But for now, we'll wrap it up with a sweet little bow and send you off feeling all warm and fuzzy. ;)

“Hi guys!” Wrecker yelled, stumbling as he kicked off his boots and barreled into the room. “Oooo, Vel, it smells delicious in here!” 

Hunter soon followed, wearing one of the locals’ hats that made him look even more rugged along with the beard he now sported. “I wrapped some fresh steaks and put them in the chest freezer out back,” he announced, pulling the hat off of his tousled head of hair and hanging it in the entryway. 

“I’m pretty sure he stole something out of it too,” came Echo’s surly voice, though his pale face was curved by a warm smile as he squeezed through the door. 

“Well hello everybody,” Vel laughed, glancing at the wall chrono. “We just finished dinner; thought no one was coming!”

“We’re not here for dinner!” announced Fives, piling into the cottage behind Echo. The living room had been arranged to accommodate as many people as possible, and once Crosshair had sidled in and shut the door behind him, it felt absolutely full in the best way. Other clones had come to Bendego as well, but their visits were more occasional and always planned.

“Alrighty then!” she responded cheerfully, still immediately beginning to rummage in the kitchen for a large serving platter, where she began to assemble every acceptable snack and finger food they had in the house. 

Wrecker clapped Tech across the back and pulled him into a giant hug, whispering none too quietly, “So, did you do it yet?” 

“No, Wrecker, and do keep your voice down,” Tech answered, flustered. “I told you – you all have to do your part first.”

“Ohhhh, oh right,” Wrecker said, beaming ear to ear. “I’m just so proud of you.” He ruffled Tech’s hair with his knuckles, earning a squawk of protest as well as an under-the-breath chuckle from Crosshair, who had nestled himself in his favorite corner chair immediately. 

Vel had been surprised by how much she enjoyed playing host. Perhaps as someone who had never felt welcomed or sufficient, it was a way for her to love and serve others generously, to ensure that they always had the impression that they were valued and a joy to have around. But whatever the cause, she always felt content with a full home. Granted, she was just as content to be cuddled up with Tech on the couch, watching the trees fade to black outside as evening gave way to night… They were both wonderful in their own way. So as she perched on the armrest next to Tech, gazing around at the faces of her beloved family, she couldn’t resist a misty-eyed smile as she considered how drastically different their lives all were now as compared to before. 

“Psst – get up, di’kut,” Echo whispered, elbowing Fives in the side. The two of them were taking up the other seats on the plush sofa beside Tech, and apparently Fives had just been volunteered to give Vel a proper place to sit.

“You get up!” Fives laughed, jabbing his brother right back. “Alright! Alright…” he caved in the face of Echo’s scomp arm, which was cocked and ready to deliver a much sharper poke at any continued protest. Fives hauled himself to his feet, muttering a fond insult under his breath as Echo scooted over to take his place, beckoning Tech to follow so that Vel could sit beside him. A steady stream of muttered threats and insults about the nerve of these disabled war veterans and their sense of entitlement followed him all the way to his new seat – a wooden chair pulled up from the dining table. 

“Aww, the battle-hardened ARC trooper’s backside is too delicate for the harshness of a wooden chair,” Crosshair needled, at which Echo laughed delightedly. 

“Yeah, Fives – not such a hard-ass now, are you?” he joined in, watching Fives’ determined effort to hide his smirk behind a squinting look of disdain. 

“Ahh, your mother’s a droid,” he said dismissively, making a hand gesture at Echo that effectively ended the conversation, as they were both snickering too hard to speak further.

“Alright…” Hunter spoke up, his sergeant voice making an appearance. “Everyone quiet down. You all ready?” 

Vel’s eyes snapped quickly from Hunter to Tech, a quizzical expression on her face. Tech shifted uncomfortably, and as he moved his hand to rest on his knee, she could have sworn she saw his fingers tremble. There was a palpable tension in the room, some kind of tightly-strung sensation that she couldn’t ignore. She slipped a hand over his, trying to entice him to look at her or give any hint as to what was going on. 

“Ready for what?” she asked aloud, unable to hold back her curiosity as she looked from face to face.

“You’ll see,” Crosshair said quietly, eyes flickering lazily to her before returning to Hunter, who cleared his throat, then rose to his feet and stood right in front of her and Tech. He held a small wooden box in his hands.

“I pledge my support and my protection, my encouragement and my help, however the two of you may find yourselves in future need. I wish upon you all the happiness in the world and the deepest fulfillment in every future endeavor,” Hunter said, clearly having rehearsed it a number of times judging by the theatrical voice in which he delivered it. He nodded curtly, then passed the wooden box to Crosshair and returned to his seat. 

Vel looked around the room, thoroughly confused, but everyone else had a knowing grin on their faces that was starting to make her mad. She turned to Tech, nudging him in the side with her elbow, and he finally turned to face her. It was a shock to see the undeniable nervousness on his face, but before she could ask about it, he softened into an affectionate smile, reaching a hand up to touch her cheek and then pressing a finger to his own lips, tilting his head back to the center of the room, where Crosshair had assumed Hunter’s position. 

“I too pledge my support and protection, encouragement and help… Depending on the–” 

“Crosshair,” Hunter growled.

“However the two of you may find yourselves in future need,” Crosshair continued, casting Hunter a snarky glance before returning his gaze to Tech and Vel. His snide expression faded a little, a seriousness taking its place as he looked back and forth between the two of them. “And I wish upon you a peaceful life, enjoying each other and the land you now call home.” Before he sat, he handed the wooden box to Wrecker, where it virtually disappeared in a single hand of his as he leapt eagerly to his feet. 

“And I pledge my support and protection and encouragement and help! Howsoever the two of you might need,” he said, booming voice shaking the delicate little plant pots scattered across shelves here and there. “And I wish that you both would have the most fun, er, I wish upon you the most fun, and lots of adventure, and all the nerdy stuff you both love… in huge amounts!” He beamed with pride at the two of them, as though he were somehow responsible for all that had transpired, and shoved the wooden box at Fives before lumbering back to his seat. 

“What are you all…” Vel began slowly, their uncharacteristically meaningful words and serious expressions whirling in her mind. 

“All will be clear in a moment, my love,” Tech murmured into her ear, lifting up an arm to wrap around her. She snuggled against his side, nervous and tingly, bewildered and intrigued, as Fives spoke in front of them now.

“I pledge to you my support and protection, my encouragement and help, and whatever else. And I wish upon you all the hot sex and–”

“Kriff, Fives,” Echo grumbled, palming his face with a hand, although Crosshair was thoroughly pleased. 

“Hey! I mean it, you old prude!” Fives said indignantly, “Besides, I have the box. So shut it.”

Vel laughed, completely perplexed but thoroughly enjoying the show. Tech let out a deep sigh, shaking his head minutely as though he were disappointed. 

“ANYWAY,” Fives continued, casting one last authoritative look at Echo, “All the hot sex AND deep friendship and the ability to laugh with each other even in the thick of it.” He nodded once, pleased with himself, then threw the box at Echo’s face, where he barely caught it before it smacked him in the cheek. Tech spluttered his disapproval at the act as Fives sat and Echo stood before them. 

“Alright. I wish you both. No, wait. I KNOW, Fives! I pledge my support and my protection, my encouragement and my help, however the two of you may find yourselves in future need. I wish upon you shared adventures that bring you closer together, appreciation for the simple things in life, and a commitment to and appreciation for one another that never fades.”

Echo handed Tech the box amid a few playful “aww” sounds from the peanut gallery, then plopped back into his seat. Tech gazed down at the wooden box – a small rectangle with a smooth, unfinished surface – and took a long, deep breath. Vel looked at him intently, heart pounding in her chest. He moved deliberately, sitting up straight and turning his body toward her, fidgeting with the piece in his hands for a moment before becoming still. He opened the box, fishing out a delicate, dark-colored chain that led to an elegantly-carved wooden pendant. It was a light, creamy color that, upon closer inspection, had tiny specks of red and dark brown scattered throughout, and it had been whittled into graceful curves that wound around and through each other with impossible intricacy. Tech held it up between them, lifting his amber eyes to Vel’s as he spoke. 

“May you please hold out your hand?”

She promptly complied.

“Vel, it is an established fact that I love you,” Tech began, cupping her hand in his and lowering the wooden pendant into it. She brushed a thumb across the cool, smooth surface before looking back to him as he continued, taking her other hand in his as well. “I had been wrestling with an unsettling inability to accurately express the depth of this sentiment, until a discussion in the village square introduced me to the Bendegoan bonding ceremony, which is a similar concept to what is practiced on many other planets, sometimes called marriage or lifelong commitment or irrevocable partnership. Regardless of the title, I was sufficiently pleased with the magnitude of such a ceremony, and desired to invite you – and our extended family – into it.”

Words were nowhere to be found as Vel swallowed hard, eyes glistening at all the implications of his words. 

“The ceremony consists of declarations of support and well-wishes from your closest companions. It is then followed by the presentation of a handcrafted token of commitment and significance.” His eyes dropped to her hand, where the gorgeous piece of wood lay. “I carved this from the specific tree that so captured your attention on Kashyyyk. The red spots may be familiar to the eye. That was the moment you first began to let your guard down, and the curiosity and wonder I observed has captivated me ever since.”

Wrecker made a fake snoring sound that was promptly turned into a grunt at the whack of Hunter’s hand on his head. Tech rolled his eyes, shaking his head and looking at Vel with a small smirk. 

“I suppose I can share more about the significance at a later time. At present, the only remaining component is your response to my proposition. In case my apparent long-windedness has caused you to forget,” he said, a sparkle in his eyes, “I am asking you to commit yourself to me, and I to you, as long as we both shall live, in a shared bond of love and affection.” 

“I would love that,” Vel managed to choke out, her voice squeaky and eyes misty with the overwhelming joy of all that was playing out before her. 

“I may be incorrect but I am under the impression that you need to say ‘yes’.”

“Oh come on, Tech!” It was Hunter now whose exasperated tone caused a wave of chuckles to echo throughout the group. 

“It is apparent that my humor needs additional refinement,” Tech murmured to Vel, as she whispered “yes” and pulled him in for a hug, burying her face in his neck. A chorus of approval soon followed, and when they pulled apart, Tech carefully fastened the pendant’s chain behind the graceful column of her neck, brushing his fingers lightly across it where it lay beneath the divot of her collarbone. 

“Now we party!!” Wrecker announced triumphantly, and cacophony ensued. Apparently there was an abundance of fancy treats they had gathered from the villages – all kinds of sweet specialties reserved for special occasions – and they bustled about to clear the table and fetch them from the outdoor freezer. After a passing wallop on the back and a thumbs-up from Fives, Tech looked back to Vel, caressing her cheek with the backs of his fingers. 

“You’re really stuck with me now,” she said with a quiet laugh.

“That is precisely and indefinitely where I desire to be,” he answered, tipping her chin with a gentle hand and kissing her with his whole heart.

artwork by @vimse!

One last note -- the necklace was just something I found on Etsy; I didn't create it in any way. :)

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[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

hello! how are you? i love how you write my favorite snk character levi ackerman, thank you for sharing such an amazing talent. i hope i am not yet late, would like to request #16 of your rabble prompts.

again, thank you so much and have a nice day!

alkdsjf ;alkjfksldf you're so sweet!! i want needy levi T^T

ok my brain is literally running on exhaust fumes, so this will probably be my last drabble for this challenge!! thanks everyone for participating <3 pls still bother my asks or dm's :)

16: I Want Your Attention | Drabble Event

✧ word count ➼ 600 (guys i'm getting better at managing word count be proud of me) ✧ notes ➼ canon!verse, fluff, captain!reader, needy!levi

It was going to be a long week. You knew this. The recent batch of recruits just graduated and would soon be splitting off into their respective branches. This cycle, you were assigned to spend the week with the new graduates and cross reference their rankings with your own observations.

You figured it wouldn't be that bad as long as Levi was by your side.

However, your aloof boyfriend had only stuck around with you for about 2-3 hours before completely disappearing, leaving you to fend for yourself for the remaining 5-6 hours.

After a long day, you found yourself looking forward to even something as simple as grabbing the standard military-style rations and eating it within the presence of your other half.

However, he simply grabbed his own portion and walked off, showing zero intention to sit and eat with you.

You frowned upon seeing him walk away, but didn't think too much of it otherwise. After all, he was also the captain of a squad. It was normal for him to also have extra work into the night.

That thought quickly reminded you that you had your own work that you needed to catch up on, which prompted you to finish your dinner in your office.

You had barely finished your dinner and had only began sorting through the papers you had to sign off on when you heard knocking on your door.

"Come in," you spoke up without looking away from your desk.

You heard the door open, but didn't immediately hear anyone. You glanced up and saw the disapproving look of your boyfriend standing behind the door.

"Did you finally take care of what you needed to take care of?" you asked, looking back down at your papers.

"What do you mean?" he asked quietly as he stepped inside.

"I dunno," you said with a shrug. "You've been running around all damn day. I couldn't even catch a moment to make eye contact with you."

"Tch."

He immediately dismissed your comment.

"I'd say you were the one running around."

You looked up at him with a confused look.

"Well, it was onboarding day for the new recruits, so I kinda expected it to be chaotic. I imagine it'll be like this for the next week or so."

Levi only responded with a grunt.

You groaned at his response, exasperated at his behavior.

"What the hell did you come in here for? You were the one that was avoiding me at dinner and now that I have more work piled up, you happen to drop by?" you spoke, throwing your hands in the air in frustration. "What the hell is going on? What do you want from me?! Unlike you, I can't do a million things at once!"

"Your attention, for fuck's sake!" he also yelled out, equally frustrated.

You stopped speaking and shot him a confused look, at a loss for words.

"Are you really going to make me say it?" he grumbled.

"Say what?"

"I want your attention."

He said that last phrase with reluctance, a small frown showing on his face.

"There. I said it," he spoke after a few seconds of silence. "You happy?"

A small smile appeared on your face.

"Oh," you said quietly as you stood up. You reached over for him and pulled him in into a small kiss.

"Was that really so hard?" you asked, tilting your head as you looked into his eyes.

"Yes," he grumbled before pulling you back into a kiss, letting it last a bit longer this time as he held you in place by placing both his hands on your waist, using his right foot to kick the door closed behind him, ensuring that any "work" you two planned on doing from that point forward was kept purely confidential.

A/N: interested in casual office sex anyone? no? just me? nice.

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