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saturatedstarlight · 6 months

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an: hi hi hiiii!!! today is my birthday and I'm not one to like receiving material gifts but i do like me a good drabble/fic. So this is my gift to myself, a fluffy smutty drabble fic eheheheheheee. Here's to 24! afab reader

cw: sexual themes. sleepy sex, oral. male receiving, nipple play, choking, creampie, all characters are aged up bokuto in his grown man era!!!!!!!

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bokuto x afab reader!!!!!!

Waking up to pee had to be the most annoying thing in the world to you. Especially when you were snuggled up with your personal heater/ mt. Everest of a boyfriend.

You lazily untangle from his tight hold. Bokuto clung to you when you both slept so this was nothing new. The feeling of the dead weight of his muscles required a bit of strength to pry off of you and you managed to slither out of his grasp, the excess fabric of the oversized tee you sported nearly tugging you back to his cute sleeping form.

You finish your business sleepily, stumbling through the room and you bump into Bokuto’s standing figure, his arm gently coaxing your pliant body over, open to any suggestion at this point, so early in the morning. He hugs you from behind, his arms wrapping possessively around you, like he knew you were his last.

His last kiss, last hug, last I love you.

Bokuto hugged you knowingly, so that had to mean you were his and his alone. He ran his strong hands down your front, almost naked underneath of a thin shirt if it were not for the pesky lacey number you put on last night. The feeling of him against you stirred deeply in your tummy, the way he was so gentle with you right now made you feel safe. It also conjured up memories of how rough he was with you. The way he held you as if you were weightless, guided you into positions with ease as he slammed his strong, needy hips against your much smaller body. The feelings intoxicated you.

Bokuto placed a few wet kisses on your neck, drawing your hips closer to his, you moan softly, barely audible as he cupped your breasts, letting each thumb rub over your nipples, awakening both you and your desires simultaneously. “Mmm... Kou-“

“Why is my princess up so early right now?” He asked, his voice husky with sleep.

“Had to pee.” You lean your head back, going dizzy from pleasure.

He turns you around, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth gently, “My cutie always has to pee this early huh?”

You place your hands on his shoulders, pushing him away, deciding this would be way better in bed. You lace your fingers in his, pulling him to the warm sheets with you.

“Koutaro, go back to sleep with me.”

“I can’t baby, you’re too- distracting.”

You lie in his warmth and he in yours and you cuddle him closer, playing in his hair as he nuzzles his face in your breasts. Bokuto’s fingers toy with the hem of your shirt and you roll your eyes playfully having grown accustomed to his neediness. You sit up and kneel in front of him.

He sits up expectantly and you sit on his lap, bare chest on display as you kiss up and down his neck and chest. He pulls you closer by your hips and you mewl against his neck. “You always do that.” You whisper lowly.

“And you always make the cutest sounds.” He counters, holding you firmly on-top of him.

You lift your shirt just a bit, exposing the bottom halves of your breasts, arching back, your peaking buds beckoning him.

“B-Baby..” he doesn’t even ask, just pulls you closer to his mouth like it was second nature, having grown comfortable at the act of sucking your nipples.

You moan louder this time, wiggling your hips against his thighs and you tap his chin, asking for release. Bokuto greedily goes for the left nipple but you lift his chin up before latching on to kiss him.

He groans into your mouth in slight displeasure, and you smile against his lips. You kiss him slowly, attempting to subdue his lips that soaked yours in his saliva. However, he pulls you closer by your waist, his hands firmer as he begins licking your tongue gently. You pull away panting:

“B-Baby baby baby, take these off.” You raise off his legs, watching him lift his hips to slide down his boxers, his hard on springing free, slapping against his stomach, curving a bit left and twitching beads of pre cum.

You lick your lips, leaning down to give his angry pink head a few kisses hollowing our your mouth and sliding him deeply down your throat, lubing him up. He attempts to push your head down but you lace your fingers in his again, squeezing his hands as you bob up and down his shaft, gagging and slobbering on him. You suck him between your lips releasing him with a final pop, spitting on his dick for extra lube.

“Fuck- you don’t know what you do to me.” He says lowly, pulling you closer to him, pulling off the shirt you’re wearing and sliding down the skimpy little panties you're wearing off your hips.

Your boyfriend grabs your ass, almost like tradition every time he fucks you and you love it, loving the way it makes you want him to use you even more.

You allign yourself with his cock, taking him in little by little as Bokuto returns to your nipple, kissing and sucking the left and thumbing and pinching the right. You struggle to stay quiet, adjusting to his size and girth were always a challenge for you. However, once he was fully sheathed inside you, it was the best stretch you had ever felt. Addictive even.

“F-Fuuckkk-“ you moan, clenching tightly around him and he smiles, loving the sight of you being filled up by him. An image he'd try to commit to memory but couldn't get the way you feel, sound, and look just right. He drew great pride and confidence knowing he’s the only man who made you feel like this. The only man that could ever make you feel this good.

“That’s it princess, take my cock, yeah I gotchu…relax baby, I promise I’ll make you feel so so good.” His voice sultry and breath hot.

You lean forward, moaning into his chest, Bokuto’s hands running soothingly up and down your back as you clench around him repeatedly, every twitch and throb sending jolts to your spine. Finally you inhale deeply, kissing him as you rose your hips up and down, the sound of his cock squelching in and out your stretched little hole making you bounce faster.

“Mmm mmm-“ he moans as you ride him faster, every time you moved his cock hit your g spot, fucking that fleshy patch like it were his own. He knew the way your body works, every which way you twitched and turned for him, now this-- this he could commit to memory.

He speeds you up, his arms slamming you down harder and faster and you bury your head in the crook of his neck as he whispers sweet sweet nothings in your ear, barreling you faster to your early morning release. He fucks you with abandon and you clench around him when he shoots ropes of his cum deep inside you.

It was here when he treats you like his own play thing, using you, you and your hot, gushy cunt to his heart's content. A few thrusts of his hips that sends you over, clamping down tightly around him, tears brought to your eyes as you cum, the first of many you presume.

“Baby- baby sq-squeeze me. T-that's right, nice and hard for me..” His fingers brush over your nipples, and you clench around him, tighter than you intended when he pulled and squeezed at your sensitive mounds. "K-Kou... fuck..!"

Globs of him spill inside, successfully milking him of all his cum.

Bokuto returns to your breasts, sucking a hickey on one of them, you push against his head, the pain too much but he persists, holding you down firmer, lips and teeth releasing you breast, kissing the purpling bruise softly. His lips kiss yours slowly and sensually, slowly thrusting up into you, knowing that he was not nearly close to being done with you.

He pulls his lips away, pressing them to your neck and jaw before lifting you off of him, lying you down and stroking himself a few times, letting himself harden up bit.

“Kou- no no, don’t tease.” You pout beneath him. He grabbed his length, running it up and down your slit, letting some of his fluid leak out against your clit.

“Shhh shh baby, I got you.” he slowly slides his tip inside you, relishing in the feeling of you squeezing around him, “God you’re perfect.” He said before slamming inside you, knocking the wind from your lungs. His hips fucking you fast, knowing that’s how to get you the best orgasms. He’s purposely slipping out, sliding back in hard and fucking you dumb into the mattress. Your orgasm bursts through you, but Bokuto doesn’t relent, fucking you harder, eliciting another from your abused cunt.

“N-No mor- no I can’t take anymore Kou-“ to which he covers your mouth with his hand, determined to dump one more load into you.

"Ha-ah- a-almost there princess..." With one hand on your mouth and another one around your throat he fucks you, roughly, completely entranced by the sight of you sucking him inside you over and over again, squeezing and moaning behind his sweaty hand.

"S-Shit... baby, ta-take it--all of it.." His body stiffens with his final thrust, slotting deeply inside your tired, puffy pussy. His hand remains around your throat as he slowly pulls out of you, strings of cum spill from your hole and you moan, squirming beneath him.

Bokuto kisses your forehead, bringing you a towel to gently clean you up, placing a scattered kisses on your tummy and face as he cleans you with the the utmost care, pulling your tee back over your head.

Bokuto snuggles with you in his place right next to you, and you offer him a weak smile.

“You did great baby.” and you turn your back toward him, feeling his press himself against your back.

"Of course I did, fucking an athlete is hard work." mumbling before drifting back off to sleep.

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lou-struck · 1 month

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A Helping Hand

Hajime Iwaizumi x reader

~After a long day at work your muscles ache something fierce, luckily your boyfriend is there to lend a helping hand.

W.C: 1.5k

A/n: a bit self indulgent since I thought this up after working a double and would kill for this to happen to me.

Your feet feel like they are made of concrete as you climb the creaky staircase to your unit. Invisible pins and needles prick your sensitive skin as you drag your fatigued self up to the third floor.

When your tired eyes come to rest upon your front door, you feel like you just reached the top of Mt. Everest. The silver keys in your hands jingle as you slip them into the small round lock. When you hear that heavenly click, you throw your weight against the door to open it, and you stumble over the threshold and into your dark, empty apartment.

With your partner going for the past few days on a work trip with one of the teams he gives treatments to, the only sign of life in the place that usually feels like home is the high pile of dishes in your sink that has accumulated from the last few days.

You know that the mess is completely your fault, but work has been killing you this last week. They have been short-staffed staffed, and management has encouraged you to be a 'team player' and work doubles the last five days while they sit in their office and play Sudoku or Words with Friends.

After spending the last 14 hours of your day on your feet at work running around the building like a chicken with their head cut off, chores are the last thing you want to do.

But now, you are completely pooped. Your jelly legs seem to shake as standing is now too exhausting for you. With a wince, you drag yourself to the light blue second-hand sofa and lower yourself onto the citrus-scented cushions that embrace you like an old friend.

As you are welcomed home, you kick off those stupidly uncomfortable black, nonstick work shoes, flinging them across the floor and not caring when they thud against the wall way harder than you expected them to.

The sound of rubber soles against the drywall rattles off of your eardrums as you lay back and press your face into the little decorative pillow.

You probably should change, or make something to eat, or shower. But now, all you want to do is shut your eyes and forget that today's shift from hell never happened.

You haven't been lying down long when a familiar voice reaches your ears. "Bad day?" it asks, laced with warm concern. The welcome intrusion stirs you from your not-quite slumber.

"I'm never going to work ever again." Your whine is pitiful coming from the couch cushion as you feel the sofa dip as your beloved boyfriend, Hajime Iwazumi, sits down next to you.

His large hand gently comes to rest on your back as his fingers gently tickle your skin through your work shirt. "I'm sorry, love." When he feels one of the deep knots of tension that lay hidden under your skin. He pauses his movements and gives the stiff lump a curious poke.

Just the little prod is enough to make you wince, and you try to wiggle away from the discomfort. "That hurt," you whine, lifting your face from the slightly pokey pillow.

He chuckles and kisses your forehead softly as an apology. "M'sorry."

It's okay," you groan, grabbing his hand, "I'm glad you're back, I thought you weren't going to be home until tomorrow."

"Had a change of plans and decided to ride back with one of the assistant coaches instead of taking the bus," he says.

"That's good," you say, creaking open your eyes. He looks a bit tired from the travel, but other than that, he looks like a million bucks in that black t-shirt that makes his arms look huge.

His olive gaze looks down at you with concern as he cups your tired face, the callous in his fingers scraping against your dry, tired skin as you lean into his embrace.

"You look exhausted," he frowns, inspecting every inch of your face.

"I think I pushed myself a bit too hard this week," you chuckle. "My back, no, my everything is killing me."

"That's not good; there's a difference between working hard and neglecting yourself. How about you get changed into something comfortable and I can help make those muscles of yours feel a little less sore."

The idea of getting a massage from your athletic trainer boyfriend sounds heavenly, but the idea of getting up on your own and changing out of your uniform sounds like an impossible task."

"Can't move," you mumble dramatically. "It's too late for me."

"No, it's not," he scolds gruffly. Despite his stubborn tone, he gently scoops you up off the couch and carries you down the hall.

Those muscles of his are not just for show.

He sets you down on the edge of the bed and disappears into the closet door.

"Here, put these on," he says, tossing lumps of fabric in your direction. Surprisingly you manage to catch them in your tired state. Unfolding each garment you see that he has given you one of his sleep shirts and those super cozy gray pajama pants that you love.

As you wordlessly peel off your disgusting uniform to change into something fresh, clean, and completely yours, Hajime sneaks out of the room.

His shirt smells like home, like him, as you slip it on over your head. The fabric is littered with holes, and the elastic on your sweats doesn't really work anymore, but damn, are they comfortable.

As you walk back into the kitchen, you find him hunched over the kitchen sink, scrubbing away at your dishes. As that untouched responsibility disappears beneath the suds, your heart feels tender.

"What are you looking at?" he asks, sensing your presence behind him.

'Just you." you hum. "Do you know how incredible you are?"

"Clearly you're delirious," he chuckles, placing another plate on the drying rack. "Go sit down for a bit, babe. Dinner is on the way, so let's just relax."

Your body moves slowly, and by the time you sink back into the couch cushions, Hajime has finished up with the last of the dishes. He dries his hands and slides behind you on the couch.

"Is this okay?" he asks, letting his warm palms rest on your tense shoulders. You feel his grimace as he finds the small treasure trove of knots littered under your tender skin.

"Yes, I'm ready," you breathe. Your teeth grit in apprehension as he starts to rhythmically dig his fingertips into your flesh.

"Let's start here," he murmurs gently. His expert hands coax your hard-earned tension out like it's second nature to him. "How does that feel y/n?"

"Good," you say softly, enjoying the spoiling that you truly do deserve. "How was your trip?"

"It wasn't too bad," he replies, relaxation evident in his tone. Perhaps helping you out is helping him settle in. "There weren't any major injuries this time around, just one rolled ankle and a few jammed fingers to tape. Honestly, the trip was kinda boring without you."

"You missed me?" you mumble, trying your best to listen to him. But his low voice is just so soothing and gentle you can't help but start to zone out."

When he notices how you are nodding off, he lets out an amused snort and pulls you closer to his warm chest. "How do you feel?"

"Like m' about to fell asleep," you answer. He snorts at your response and lightens his touch just a tad.

"Are you trying to make me fall asleep?" you mumble, enjoying the warm fuzzy feeling that he is giving you.

"And so what if I am? He muses. You have been working way too hard lately."

"So have you," you mumble. "You've been traveling like crazy with your teams. You should rest."

"I will," he replies simply, once I work this grapefruit of a knot out of your back."

"You're as stubborn as ever, aren't you Haijme." you tease as he continues working a giant knot out of your left shoulder.

He chuckles, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "And so are you, you little hypocrite."

"But you love me for it," you smile.

"I do love you," he says tenderly, returning to the task at hand. His hands pull at the tense spot, creating a strangely soothing pinching sensation on your skin. The warmth of his hands and the care in his motions almost bring tears to your closed eyes. But suddenly, the knot in your shoulder seems to twitch, and you hear a clicking sound under your skin before it completely disappears.

"Oh my god, you exclaim, jolting upward, "Did you feel that? It clicked, and now it's gone. I'm alive."

"Looks like I got that one." he smiles, "now lay back down; you have at least eight more of those knots in your back that I plan on getting out before we go to bed."

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rinbowaman · 6 months

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ROMAN HOLIDAY

Part one

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰:

Some fluff, minor comedy, slow burn type romance. Part 2 will have smut.

Had to take a break from MT's final chapter (it's almost done I promise) but I needed a break from Heedam (trust me…the man is getting juicy with his y/n.) so please enjoy this heartwarming piece based off the film with Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck. Sorry not proofread.

"Princess Y/N of (home country) has safely arrived to Italy as part of her European tour, becoming the diplomatic voice for the troubled youths of today's generation. The heir to King (your father's name) throne has received the warmest welcomes as she is greeted by the local nationals and the royal families of Europe.

Tonight, a grand ball will be held in the Princess’s honor, attended by the most pristine global guests at the Il Colosseo Rosa, where the sole heir will personally greet and address both, the royal and political unions of the continental divide.”

You gracefully appeared before the massive audience as General Hector Lucino, head of the royal guards, escorted you to the head of the ball room. The guests sigh and gasp at the sight as you delicately take your steps, greeting them with a warm smile and gently nodding your head in modesty. The level of class and sophistication within your aura wasn’t just a part of the years of royal grooming. No, this was the natural inheritance of your pure bloodline as the sole heir of your father’s nobility.

Taking his place by your side, the general stands by amidst the colonels and high ranking officials, along with your closest staff, the Duke of Sagewick, the Marquis of Pemberton, and the Duchess de Barbarac, your personal headmistress that cared and looked after you religiously.

The national anthem was played beautifully by a live performance, followed by your formal introduction as the announcer represented you to the public. Lined up before you, was the lengthy row of ambassadors, military officials, royal members of various continental houses, and more. As the announcer formally calls out their names, you greet them with grace and a formal introduction.

The gems of your necklace, earrings, and tiara shined brightly, yet still was no match against your heavenly smile. Your eyes, glistened by the chandelier lighting, twinkled like the stars in the sky, while your gown flared your noble appeal.

Moments after greeting the first ranking official, you lost track of the time. You were quite certain it had been at least thirty minutes since the announcer called the first name, and your feet were reminding you of it. You swore, it never mattered how often you wore these low heels, your body could never adjust to the extension as the balls of your feet began to beat with a sense of soreness. You did your best to shift between each foot, uncasting them from the intrusive pressures of the silkened pumps. Back and forth, between left and right, you shifted out of the pumps and wiggled your toes, stretched the arch, and returned back to your modest posture, never letting out a clue as to what was going on beneath your dress–at least, up until you mistakenly lost your balance, a rookie move for a seasoned princess. Failing to feed your foot back into the heel, you shifted in motion, causing a slight disruption when greeting the Grand Duke Casta of DeLatitia. You remained composed; your smile stayed ever so gentle as you tried your best to not pay any attention to the sudden note of humiliation.

Finally, the last member was called, and you would have felt relieved if it weren’t for the fact that your right, silk threaded pump falls over. You did your best to delicately put it back in place so that you could slip it back on, but to no avail. Between the sheer, slick material of your stockings and the smoothness of the pump’s material, you lost all will to place it back on foot. The audience all wait for you to take your seat, you nearly forgot as you remained ever so focused in getting your slipper back on, when the Duchess de Barbarac gently places a hand on your elbow, giving you a slight tug as she guides you back into your chair. Admitting defeat, you take your position and watch as everyone takes a breath and is relieved to finally sit down, only to find that laying lonesomely before you, was your abandoned slipper.

The general and royal staff members all signaled to the Duchess with a sense of urgency in their expressions. It took a few seconds for her to notice, but once she did, a frown of dismay nearly disrupted her calm look, but she caught herself and remained unperturbed, something she had mastered from years of training you.

The General whispers into the Marquis’s ear. Standing straight and tall, the man presents his hand, a formal gesture to ignite the first dance, in which you took the hint and accepted as you placed your palm in his. Taking a step down, he levels your balance as you were able to strategically hover over your slipper, and slip it back into place. All was well.

After spending the evening with the routines of royal responsibilities, it was finally time to lay the night to rest.

“Duchess?”

“Yes?”

“May I request a readjustment of my wardrobe?”

The duchess continues her tasks without pause, merely raising a brow in slight vexation. “A readjustment? What for?”

You finish brushing your long strands, placing the gold victorian brush down on your vanity. “My nightgown…I hate it.”

“You shouldn’t use the word ‘hate’ my dear, it’s very unsuitable for someone from your station.”

“But I do hate it–and I hate all of my underwear too.”

Slightly rolling her eyes, the Duchess bids you to come to bed. “Come to bed Y/N, we have crackers, and milk in a fine glass.” Tucking you in, she sets the tray table over your lap while grabbing onto her filefax, preparing to go over tomorrow’s schedule. “Now my dear, I know you dislike going over tomorrow’s events, but it must be done. Finish your milk and crackers, I will proceed.”

She places her thin glasses over the bridge of her nose, penciling her notes as she reads off the strict time hacks of all the press conferences, the visit with local orphanages, and the meeting with the Commandant of the Italian military forces.

“First thing, we have the press conference to address the rising concerns of global inequality within the woman’s workforce and illegal recruitment of children conducting factory labor.”

You sigh out as you munch on the saltine cracker. “I’ve visited this topic many times, how must I change the world when I am the sole individual addressing these concerns?”

“Oh my dear, that’s not proper language. You will have to accept and review the notes on the daily report.” Pulling out the document, the Duchess goes over the new avenues of approach to further emphasize the issue at hand, one that you had expressed on many occasions. Reading off each bullet point, you whispered out “Please…enough.”

“And statistics also show that many women have…”

“Please stop.

“Then there are the points of view of the religious community that you will have to address.”

“No thank you…”

“Furthermore, there are many cultural aspects that interfere with the viewpoints of women in the workplace that you must take into consideration as the diplomatic figure of your family’s household–.”

“STOP!!!”

The Duchess jumps at your tone, you finally snapped. It was long coming, yet the pressures of maintaining appearance and dignity only created a passive ball of depression that stormed in your chest, and tonight, it decided to burst out. “I can’t take it anymore! Just stop!”

“It’s alright Y/N, calm yourself, it's just nerves.”

“Nerves?! How dare you? Why does it always have to be this way? Why can’t I just be away from it all for once?”

“Your highness!” The Duchess raises her voice, doing her best to bring you back to a rational level, yet you continue to burst out in tears as you whimper out your absolute unhappiness with everything. The duties, the schedules, the constant controlling of your movements, the way you spoke, acted, thought, and felt–everything was too much, and you reached your breaking point.

“I will get doctor Rue.” The Duchess dismisses herself, hastily telling the guard to quickly alert the general and royal staff that their presence was urgently requested at once.

Moments later, the royal physician arrived with the royal staff following suit. You continue to cry and voice out your bitter disappointment; you certainly didn’t mean to act out, but who in the world could ever understand you? Everything was so mundane and dull, you lacked any excitement and spark in your life. WIth all the regulations and overhaul of agendas to fill your day, you barely had any time for yourself, much less to do anything memorable. The life of a princess, it was only glamorous and fashionable in the eyes of the public, but within closed walls, it was a disastrous lifestyle that you wish you could trade out in a heartbeat.

Doctor Rue fetched out a syringe and needle, his face remained poised as he presented the solution to your ‘problem’. “Your highness, here is a little something to help you rest.”

“I don't need to rest…I want out! Out! I want out of this life!”

“Now, now.” Pinching the flesh on your arm, he sticks you with the needle tip, injecting the clear fluid. “What’s that?” you asked while hiccuping your tears.

“Just a little something to help put you to sleep. By tomorrow morning, you’ll be good as new.”

After taking your vitals, he and the staff left you alone; you laid fully awake, gazing at the cathedral ceiling. From outside your window, across the river, you could hear the laughter, dancing, and musical air that flowed and graced the night. How wonderful to be that free and joyful?

“...I wish to be that happy.” you remarked to yourself, when your own mental voice presented you an ultimatum. So why don’t you?

You quickly got up and out of bed, dressing yourself in modest casual attire, if you could even label it as casual. Everything you owned was sophisticated, elegant, and lavish. The most basic pieces were still eye-catching, regarding the most high end fabric and design. But that wasn’t going to stop you, not one bit.

You peeked out through the door, to find the guards caught up in chit-chat. They stood in one end of the corridor, leaving the opposite path open, but just barely. You slipped through, hiding behind statues until the two pairs of eyes were looking away, which afforded you a chance to get by. Getting out from the inside was easy, it was the perimeter of the entire building and exiting the gate that was problematic. You were determined, which was further fueled by your success in getting out and hiding in the royal garden. Thankfully, you knew all the station points of where each guard and camera was set. The viewpoints of the camera lens were expansive, yet there were just enough blind spots for you to hide under as you swoop through, finding the organic market truck delivering fresh produce and meat for the chef and kitchen staff. Quickly, you snuck in the back of the cart, hiding behind a wooden cart of milk bottles as the driver closed up the tail, and started the vehicle.

With a left turn, and straight ahead, you took a quick peek to find that the truck left the gates behind, closing for the night as everyone contained within are left thinking you are still in your bed, when in all reality, you were finally free.

I did it…

You couldn’t believe it, this was entirely too good to be true. You finally made out and left the Colosseum. Resting your chin on the wooden crate, you watched all the happy couples taking their nightly stroll laugh and enjoy the Roman night. How dazzling it must be to be able to meet new people, go on dates, dress the way you see fit and to build companionship–a close and personal one at that. A world without having to be politically correct, not involved with the aggressive issues of world affairs and global diplomacy…just a life of chosen happiness and freedom. What a blissful and wonderful life that would be to have.

The truck finally stopped, subtly waking you as you began to drift off. It would seem that doctor Rue’s medication was starting to take effect, but you had come so far to just merely return and fall asleep. You had to see and experience more, ride a motorbike, go sightseeing and even drink real Italian soda, or eat ice cream from a cone, for once.

Walking along the sidewalk, you admired the dazzling architecture and fountains, graced by such remarkable statues.

“I can’t wait to see everything.”

…………………………………..

“Alright, show face gents.”

“I got nothing.”

“Got a straight.”

Ethan strokes his chin, leveling out his hand, revealing a full house. “Oh, a full house. Bet you were feeling lucky, eh Ethan?” Jake, Ethan’s best friend remarks with a devious tune in his voice. “Let’s have it.” Ethan mumbles out, already figuring he lost this round as he tosses the remainder of his poker chips.

“Royal flush! Go ahead and weep boys.” Jake announces delightfully as he scoops up his entire night’s winnings.

“Whatever, I’m out. I got a early morning tomorrow.”

“Ah, the press conference with Princess Y/N?”

“Yup.” Ethan lets out a tiresome sigh while placing his jacket on. “You heading out soon?” He raises a brow and extends an inquiry towards Jake. “Yeah, after a bit.”

“Cool, see ya.” At his que, Ethan leaves.

With his casual suit and tie, he takes a nightly stroll as his hands remain nestled in both pockets. What a night, another game ending with him losing a week's worth of pay, so much for a fun night out with the boys.

Up ahead, he spots a peculiar view. Drawing closer in, he notices you asleep on the bench. Odd. Why would a young lady, neatly dressed be asleep on the street.

“Miss?…Miss! Wake up.”

You mumbled as he dipped down to shake your shoulder. “Miss, you shouldn’t be sleeping here.”

“Mmm…not…not sleeping…”

“Uh huh.” Rolling his eyes, Ethan buries his hand back in the pocket before mocking your pitiful state. “You know, typically if someone can’t handle their liquor, they shouldn’t drink. Especially at this hour.”

“Mmm…” you flutter your lashes as you blink, all the while Ethan half-heartedly sits you up. “Mm…Art thou afeared to be the same in thine own act and valour as thou art in desire?” You drew out your tired voice as you reiterated your favorite verse, succeeding in impressing the rather stoic young man at your side. “Do you know who wrote that?” You questioned as your eyes go back to being shut.

“Huh…so you’re not only well dressed, but you’re also well educated.” Ethan tosses a small pebble in the air, catches it before skipping it against the placid surface of the water. “What is someone like you out here charting lines from Shakespeare’s “Macbeth”?” His tone was playful and teasing, but you hardly noticed as you drifted off. A nearby taxi drives close, and Ethan waves it down. “Well, see ya chica.”

He opens the car door before taking another pitiful glance at you. Your body goes limp as you lay yourself back down, nuzzling against the backrest of the bench.

Ethan comes back and taps your arm. “Hey, you take the cab. Come on, take it and go home.”

“Mmmmmmmngh….”

“Come on…” lifting you, he rests you against his shoulder as he helps you inside the back of the taxi. “Senor, where to?”

Ethan shuts the door as he does his best to stabilize you in the back seat. No matter how he tried, you kept slouching over, mumbling out tiresome moans as you expressed may times, over and over that you merely needed to sleep.

“Senor—“

“I know, I know.” Ethan appeases the cab driver as he grips your shoulders, and inquires your home address. “Miss, where do you live?”

“Mmmmmnnnngh.”

“Miss?”

“Mmmm….the….the colosseum..”

Ethan and the cab driver both exchange looks before proceeding once more to get a legitimate answer. “Uh…miss? Miss, where do you live?”

“Mmmm.”

“야!” Growing impatient, Ethan’s Korean roots comes out as he takes a harsh tone and verbiage to you ”진지하게…“

“Signore, per favore devo andare—“

“Okay, okay.” Rubbing his temples, Ethan winces out of frustration as he reignites the question once more. “Miss, where do you live? Don’t say—“

“Mmm colosseum….”

“…the colosseum.” He whispers in defeat as faces the cab driver. “Please driver to Casa Gabriella.”

“Ah! Thank you Signore!” The cab driver enthusiastically thanks Ethan before driving to the street belonging to his own residence.

Between going back and forth with trying to get an answer out of you, and reasoning with the driver, Ethan found himself in a pickle, having no choice but to take you in for the night. “Damn…” he huffed under his breath.

He pays the driver before seeing you in through the gated entrance. Thumbing through his pocket, he fetched for his keys, yet paused upon feeling a sudden density resting against his back. He looks over his shoulder to expand his peripheral sight, catching the subtle image of you sleeping on his back and barely standing with his frame as support. Clearing his throat, he faces back forward as he unlocked the gate.

Leading you through the entrance, Ethan guides you in by the hand. You walked closely behind, practically sleep-walking with your eyes glued shut. He knew that your ‘inebriation’ was the cause in your lack of functionality, yet he couldn’t help but think of how childish you appeared as you rubbed your eyelids, tucked in your chin, and gently stomped your heels while being dragged through the outer corridor.

He proceeds to climb the staircase, when your hand began slipping through his grip. He looked back, only to find that you managed to continue forward, but on the opposite of the stair rail.

“Oh come on…” Ethan sighed tirelessly, raising your hand above head and once again, guided you all the way back around and on to the steps.

He fishes through his key ring, grabbing the one that unlocked his front door. You stood behind, eyes shut, swaying as you waited, not at all coherent. He only looked away for a second as he grabbed the house key, when he looked back just in the nick of time. Aiming for the door, you recognized the structure of the entrance to Ethan’s neighbor, even at your sleeping state, you managed to not only realize that there was a door beside you, but also decided to act brazen as you marched straight for the frame with your fist balled up, seemingly ready to knock at such a late hour.

“Shit!” Ethan harshly whispers as he leans forward and by the grace of God, was able to catch onto your wrist before you made contact with the door.

“Wheeeeeeeew….” Breathing out steadily, Ethan regains his posture, while pulling you back in and behind him. He quickly enters and drags you to his apartment, finally able to take a breath. This was much harder than he expected.

You merely stood by his bed, your chin still tucked in with your eyes closed. Now that you were in a stable environment, Ethan was able to take a breather and sipped on some scotch, trying to take the edge off from being bestowed as your babysitter.

“Mmmmmnnn…do you know my favorite Shakespeare verse?” You mumbled out, drawing your words in a somber tone.

Eyeballing you as he sips from the glass, with hand in pocket and his frame casually leaned against the wall, Ethan tucked in his lips as he relished the taste of liquor gracing his tongue. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…” he sets the glass down and digs through his drawers.

“Here.” Presenting you with a pair of cotton, checkered seat pants and an oversized tee shirt, you lazily received them as your eyes opened just a sliver. “Pajamas?”

“Yup. The bathroom is to your right, you can change in there.” His tone expressed annoyance, watching as you half wittingly untied your neck tab. “May I have a silk nightgown with baby rose buds on the hem?”

Ethan raises a brow, tucking his hands back in his pockets. Did you seriously just request for something so lavish after all you had put him through? ‘Huh…typical rich girl.’

“Sorry princess, you’re gonna have to rough it out with these tonight.”

He turns back over to fetch his glass and finishes off his drink. “May I have some?”

Ethan nearly choked out upon hearing you request for a drink. “No! Go change and get to sleep!”

He wipes the leaked beverage from his lip and checks the time on his wrist watch. “I’m going to step out for a bit. Change over and you’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Will you assist in my undressing?”

‘What did she just ask me to do?’……

“Come again, young lady?”

“Please undo my attire so that I may retire to bed.” You expressed as you tilted your nose up into the air. Your eyes remained closed as you slightly spread your arms apart.

Peaking a perturbed brow, Ethan rolled his eyes before ‘assisting’ in undressing you. He squares up and looks down and reviews your sleepy countenance. “Uhh….um…here.” Pulling the neck sash loose from your collar, he hands it to you and watches as you barely grabbed onto it. “There. I helped.”

Turning hastily, he locks up the scotch before grabbing onto the knob. “I’m going out for a bit. Remember, you sleep on the couch, got it?”

You loosened the fabric belt and unbuttoned your skirt, turning around, you flared your wrist and delicately graced the air with a fingered motion. The moment you rotated, your skirt drapes downward and falls to the floor. “You have my permission to withdraw.”

Ethan simply rolled his eyes once more as he shuts the door. “Whatever princess, don’t touch anything.”

……………

Walking back up the stairs, Ethan rubbed his eyes. He was so tired, while he was out, he effortlessly asked around to see if he could find anyone that recognized your description, but it was futile. Guess you really had to stay over in his apartment until you sober up in the morning. Re-entering his apartment, he tosses his keys before noticing, much to his dismay, that you were nestled into his bed.

“Oh Hell no! Come on! I said couch…couch!”

He flings his jacket aside as he loosens his tie. Placing both hands on his hip, what a night this turned out to be.

He changed over to his own set of pajamas before attempting to configure a way to fit himself in the bed. Placing a row of pillows between both your bodies, he attempted to gain comfort and place head to pillow, when in a blink of an eye, his goose-feathered fortress was demolished as you turned over. Swinging your arm and leg, you rolled over in your sleep as you limbs held onto him. “What the—“

He flings your limbs away and sits upright. His full size bed was simply not large enough for you both, so he was left with only one other option.

“Move over.”

Bouldering you to the edge, he rolls you right onto the couch beside the bed and watches as you land against the stuff cushion. “So happy…” you mumbled out.

“Shut up.” Fluffing his pillows, he lays back down and finally, at precisely 3 am, he was able to get some sleep.

“….Mmm…so happy...”

“Girl, I swear to God…”

………………………..

“General, we’ve searched the entire premises. There is no sight of Princess y/n.”

“Keep each detachment commander on standby, we must handle this with the utmost discretion. Understand? The Princess is the direct heir to the throne, we must avoid any stir with the press.”

The guard snaps a salute before pivoting and taking his leave. The royal staff all sit around in complete disarray. “We will issue a public statement that the Princess is ill, that will excuse and cancel out the list of events we have coordinated.”

The general strokes his chin as he listens to the Marquis. “Well…all that’s left is to notify their majesties…”

The royal staff all stood, eyes widening as they prepare to take in whatever was coming. Your father, the King, was known to be a fair and benevolent man, but overly harsh and stern when it came to grave mistakes—in this case, losing his only child.

……………

Ethan fluttered his eyes open, harshly greeted by the sun peering through the window. What time was it? Time…the time!

Jolting up, he snags his watch from the bedside table. “Shit…the press conference with the Princess…Fuck!”

Jumping out of bed, he quickly got dressed, not at all paying attention to the abandoned ‘drunk’ he had watched over from last night. You remained heavily asleep on his couch, which was all dandy with him. He didn’t have time to arrange for your departure; right now, his job was at stake. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

Running out, he catches a cab ride and proceeds to the office, unaware that various media outlets had published countless articles of your ‘illness’ and the cancellation of the arranged conference.

“Ethan! Mr. Park has been looking for you.”

“Yeah…got it.”

Taking in a breath, Ethan walks in to greet his boss. “Hey.”

“Where have you been?”

“You want the truth or a harmless lie?”

“Don’t even bother Ethan.” Jay, a longtime friend and employer of Ethan and Jake, eaves his hand as he dismisses his friends lack of responsibility. “I stopped giving a shit a long time ago. If I continued to stress over you, you would have been fired a hundred times by now.”

Ethan smirked as he issued a slight nod. “Sorry, I overslept. I had a…rather rough night.”

“What? Did boys night end so badly that it kept you from sleeping?”

“I wish.” Ethan sighed as he pours himself a cup of coffee. “Anyhow, I know I’m late but I’ll head over to the press conference and see if I can catch the end of it.”

Jay perks up a brow. “The press conference?”

“Yes sir.”

Jay scoffs as he rubs his forehead. “It’s rather ironic that you were for a media outlet but you can’t keep up with current events.”

“What do you mean?” Taking a sip, Ethan stares at Jay wide eyed, completely unaware of what his friend was referring to. Tossing a bundle up newspaper article towards him. Jay snaps his fingers as he gazes at a mischievous expression. “Read it. Princess is out sick, the press conference was canceled, dummy.”

Ethan’s brows furrowed together as he unraveled the paper and proceeded to read the headline, when the image header nearly caused his heart to skip a beat.

“It’s postponed until further notice, so saddle up because I have a feeling that once she’s in the clear to make public appearances, there’s going to be a riot of journalists trying to get their greedy questions answered.”

Ethan didn’t hear a single word, instead, he stared into the portrait styled photograph that graced every front page in the country.

“J-Jay…”

“What?”

“Is…this the princess?”

Jay shifts his elbow on the desk, leaning cheek to palm as he breathed out a heavy sigh. “Yeah, smart one. THAT, is the princess, y/n.”

Ethan crinkles the paper, internally giggling as he grabbed on to the fortuitous opportunity. “If I got an exclusive interview…what would that get me?”

Raising his brows, Jay slowly raises his head, his interest peaked at Ethan’s words.

“Yeah, that’s right you heard me. EXCLUSIVE…”

……………………

Building up beads of sweat, Ethan hurried back to his apartment. He couldn’t relish the details to Jay, but he only hinted enough to shake on a granted promotion and independence, should he gain an one of a kind interview with you, Princess Y/N.

He bursts through the door, and to his everlasting joy, you were still asleep. He quickly shuts the door and maneuvers the furniture in his flat, and tidies up the bed stand. Looking overhead, he made a sudden realization as it dawned on him that you were on the couch. He made you, the Princess, sleep on a couch.

“Let’s fix that real quick.”

Huffing under his breath, he lifts you up and over, placing you back on the mattress as he fixes the pillows and bed spread.

The sirens of local national security could be heard roaming the streets, he already knew the meaning behind it. Taking a final glance at the paper, he compares your face to the image. “It really is her…”

Clearing his throat, he shoved the paper behind his headboard before gently waking you. “Um…your highness?”

“Mmmm….”

Not exactly the response he was looking for. Trying once more, he issues a more authoritative tone as he lightly taps your leg. “Your royal highness…are you awake?”

“Yes, what is it?” You rolled over, refusing to open your eyes or get out of bed. You felt so exhausted. “Please close the curtains, the sun is too bright, doctor.” You softly commanded as you nuzzled your nose against the pillow.

“Ah…sure.” Ethan was ecstatic, this could practically be a route for him to take on early retirement.

“Your highness, can you sit up for a moment?”

“Mmm….doctor….I had the strangest dream.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me about it.”

Your eyes remained shut as you recounted whatever details you could vaguely recall from last nights ‘dream’. “I dreamt that I was away…and I met a man.”

“Oh?” Developing a mischievous grin, Ethan probes. “What did he look like?”

“Mmm…tall…he was so tall.”

“Yeah?”

“Tall….handsome….and he was so mean to me.” You frowned at the bitter end of your sentence, which had Ethan’s grin quickly transitioning to a somewhat guilty look.

“Is that so?….Sorry to hear that.”

You flung your arm over your eyes as you bashfully grinned out. “It was wonderful…”

Ethan’s grin reappears. “Glad to hear it.”

Basking in the warmth of the sun's rays, you slowly opened your eyes to spot the blurred silhouette of the man before you. It must be a side effect of the medication. Blinking, you cleared your vision as you re-opened your eyes one more, only to find that the clarity of your sight displayed the truth of your detailed account.

‘What…..who….where am I?’

You stared endlessly as the voice in your head questions the current nature of the setting, when Ethan’s voice shocks you. “Good morning….”

His face…this man is…

Part two coming soon…

Authors note: I promise “Devil Wears Prada” is in the works. That one has a more elaborate storyline.

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akwolfgrl · 2 months

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LFT PART 43

They all sat on the drying deck after escaping Loguetown, except Sanji who got up to make snacks/lunch for everyone. Sanji's cat crawled into his lap making itself comfy kneading at his leg. He felt eyes on him. He looked up to see Usopp's confusion, Luffy was just staring at the cat maybe with hunger? And Nami was cooing at the cat.

“Ummm when did we get a cat?” Usopp asked.

“Zoro got it for Sanji as a courting gift, while an odd gift. I suppose though it would be useful, they are considered to be good luck,” Nami explained. “Luffy he's not to be eaten, Sanji would be very hurt if you ate his pet,” she wanted their captain.

She had a point unfortunately, he was looking at the little black cat as if he would make a nice snack. Zoro stroked the cat's back, it arched under his hand purring.

“Fine, can I touch him?” Luffy asked, reaching out a long arm.

“Sure, if he lets you,” The cat would just do whatever it felt like doing, sometimes they were friendly and other times they were selective about who they would allow to touch them.

The cat reached out with one paw to bat at Luffy's hand. Luffy wiggled his fingers causing him to go after the rubber digits with both paws standing on his back legs as he attacked their captain.

“Awwwwww he's so cute!” Nami cooed.

“Look at him go! So ferocious you get those fingers kitty cat!” Usopp cheered the cat on.

Luffy laughed and continued to wiggle his fingers as the cat made little growls as it batted away until he took a worng step and tumbled out of Zoro's lap. He got up with his back arched, fur standing straight up. He lets out a soft chuckle as the cat begins to hop sideways towards Luffy.

“Jungle cat vs rubber, who will win!?” Usopp began to narrate as the scene began to unfold.

The cat countired to attack luffys hand as luffys hand incited the cat into action. The cat warped its paws around Luffys wirst and kicked its back paws agaist his arm and bit at luffys fingers not drawing blood. Both luffy and sanjis cat were having a great time.

“Lunch time! I made sushi and cocktails! Also Luffy like I promised for not eating Mt fish you made you seared tuna steaks eatch one a different seasoning,” Love cook came over Laden with trays. He eve had one a top his head. “Luffy the top is yours,”

“Yosh!” Luffy stopped playing with the cat a reached for the plate on Sanji's head. He imditly shoved a steak in his mouth. “Oooo it's kinda sour and lemony! I like it!”

“Hey shit-cook, I think you burned one,” Zoro pointed to the next one Luffy was swolling whole.

“I most certainly did not, it's call blackened it's a type of seasoning,” He responded handing Nami an orange looking cocktail with a sparkly looking peel. “For you my dear it's a screwdrive granshised with a candy minka peel,”

“Ooo,” Nami took a sip. “Mmm delish thank you sanji,”

“You welcome Nani swan,” Zoro watched as he passed out the other cocktails. “Usopp this is a Pina colda, luffy a blue lagoon. And for the moss a sake bomb,” Sanji handed him a glass of beer with chopsticks and a sho glass of sake on top. Zoro pulled the chopsticks away and the sake shot feel into the beer. “Eat up!” Sanji placed the large platter of sushi on the ground int he middle of everyone takeikg a small plate of just raw fish. “Mr. Noodles here kitty,” Zoro snorted into his drink luckily not spilling a thing. The cat now dubed Mr. Noddles imidlty ran to sanji and the fish.

“Mr. Noddles?” Nami questioned while Luffy laughed his ass off. “What kinda name is that?”

“What's wrong with the name? I think it's cute, and its to late to change it I've made up my mind,”

“But why food?”

“I'm more worried about if the cat, Mr. Noddles is even gonna be safe!” Usopp worried.

“why wouldn't it be?” Zoro asked. “the lady said it was a good gift for a ships cook,”

“Zeff had one, her name was Clementine. She even went to the grand line with them; she only recently died of old age. She was almost thirteen years old, she lasted longer than Zeffs crew who all drowned in a strom,”

“Yah Usopp the cat will be fine,” Zoro used his chopsticks to take some sushi before Luffy ate it all.

“Mr. Noodles is our new member!! We need to have a party!” Luffy declared before shoveling sushi in his mouth.

#one piece #fanfic #roronoa zoro #sanji #zoro #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #zoro x sanji #lust filled thoughts #cat burglar nami #nami #god usopp #usopp #monkey d luffy #luffy #mr. noodles #sushi #zosan #sanzo

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trashmouth-richie · 8 months

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hih 16: sneak peek [a conversation between big d & eddie]

Eddie took another sip from his Mt. Dew, contemplating heavily on what Big D had been asking of him.

“fuck I dunno man… it’s like a part of me y’know?”

Eddie rubs the beginning of his scruffy chin, unable to grow a full beard even though he’s nearly in his thirties, Peter Pan syndrome hitting him square in the jaw.

“had it since I was fifteen, fixed it all up with my uncle,” he says before lighting a cigarette between his teeth, “it’s like a staple to the Munson name.”

D rolls his eyes and tosses the foil wrapper to the floorboards of Eddie’s truck. “that was like fifteen years ago man, you don’t even drive it anymore.”

Eddie chuckles through a cloud a smoke, turning the steering wheel to the right down the hidden driveway, overgrown grass on both ends, of a rotted through fence post, “easy there asshole— ‘sides, thought you were buying Jeff’s mom’s car?”

“I did, just gotta fix it up, but the van would be my daily driving chick magnet,” D says, wiggling his eyebrows.

Eddie smiles to himself, memories of past times booze cruising to Rick’s and hauling band equipment to the Hideout. Times long gone and fading like the moon into dawn.

A time when he was ruthless, chaotic and hungry for the world’s shitty demise.

One before you were officially his.

Nowadays the bear inside of him was tame, licking its paws in laziness, hibernating with the sounds of a calm beating heart.

#eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson fanfic

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keqism · 2 years

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every moment with you

⚘ pairings: scaramouche · kazuha · zhongli · kaeya x gn!reader (separate)

⚘ genre: fluff, modern!au set in teyvat

⚘ warnings: mentions of alcohol (kaeya), crying and slight spoilers for the notebook (scaramouche)

⚘ summary: little dates with the genshin men !

: ̗̀➛ SCARAMOUCHE: movie dates and sappy confessions

scara hardly ever cries.

but as the ending credits to the notebook played on the screen, you found yourself silently passing him another tissue box.

mondays were designated movie nights. a tradition that started when you were both children and still continued on well into your adult days.

the two of you had mercilessly fought over the remote control a few hours ago, slamming pillows into each other's faces and pulling a few strands of hair out (most of it was yours). but scara’s a lovesick fool and secretly let you win; your triumphant face and excited wiggling were better than any movie he could watch. and so tonight’s movie was chosen by you.

there were popcorn kernels stuck in your teeth and scara's fingers tangled in your hair. you had your head in his lap while he sat on the ground, leaning against the sofa in your shared home. candy wrappers littered the living room rug and you were positive there were a few teardrops dripping onto your neck, rolling down to join the stray crumbs in your shirt.

"scara do you need a hug?" you quietly implored as you passed him yet another tissue.

he snatched the tissue out of your hand before noisily blowing his nose. "don't touch me," he seethed. "i'm not crying."

you sat up to embrace your crying lover, disregarding his protests. and despite his words, you felt your shoulder dampen as scara buried his face into your neck and squeezed you tight.

"i would never forget you" he sniffled. "i'll always remember you no matter what."

: ̗̀➛ KAZUHA: impromptu morning hikes and piggyback rides

kazuha had lured you out of bed this morning with plenty of kisses and the promise of a romantic date—although the date was not entirely what you had pictured.

"kazuha please, it's five am," you grumbled, rolling over to face your lover.

"i'm sorry, my love, but i want to spend as much time as i can with you." gentle hands brushed the stray hairs out of your eyes, and he leaned down to pepper kisses on your groggy face. "i have something planned for us, and i would be very upset if you weren't there to experience it with me," he pleaded.

you blinked the sleep out of your eyes and sat up abruptly. "fine. you're lucky you're cute, kazu."

after much coaxing, he took a very reluctant you to mt. yougou with a picnic basket in hand, hoping to catch the early morning sun before she rose to her full glory. unfortunately, he had overestimated your stamina; the rocky paths and slippery terrain were not kind to you, and your legs felt like jelly by the time the two of you were halfway up the mountain.

"kazu, i don't think i can make it," you gasped. you teetered around a fallen tree trunk towards the blonde, weakly grasping his hand.

kazuha frowned, assessing your wobbling legs before setting the picnic basket down on the ground. he knelt in front of you, his back facing you and arms reaching out towards your thighs. "come here, love. i can carry you," he offered.

"but i'm heavy!" you protested. the peak of the mountain was still a few kilometres away, and you didn't want to overburden him.

"i can either carry you, or you can walk the rest of the way. judging by the state of your legs, i don't think you can walk any further." kazuha sent you a teasing smile over his shoulder. "consider it my apology for waking you up so early."

of course, you couldn't resist those pleading eyes and honeyed words. you hesitated before circling your arms around his neck, leaning against his body. kazuha slid his hands around your thighs, raising goosebumps on your skin, before effortlessly lifting you up.

"lighter than a feather," he quipped. you felt your face flush and pressed it against his shoulder to hide the heat, feeling his body shake as his gentle laugh drifted through the air.

: ̗̀➛ ZHONGLI: museum dates and history lessons

zhongli's warm hand engulfed yours as the two of you examined the displayed relics.

liyue had recently opened an exhibition of teyvat's antiques, dating back to the new world. it had been almost comical to see your usually stoic lover overjoyed by the news (although that joy had dimmed slightly when he discovered the entrance fee).

you were brought out of your musing by zhongli's smooth voice as he led you towards another display.

"...and this here is quite fascinating. a remnant of a lance from guyun stone forest. iron tongue tian once told me a story about how rex lapis defeated the sea monster osial with his cor lapis lances, although his details seemed terribly inaccurate. that gem on the handle is a fine piece of noctilucous jade and the blade is—"

you interrupted his rambling with one hand on his chest, gawking at him. "if that lance belonged to rex lapis, doesn't that mean…?"

zhongli's laughter rumbled through the vast hallway of the exhibit. "yes, dear, i suppose this relic does belong to me," he remarked. "although i don't think you'd be too happy if i brought it home with us?"

"please don't, your rock collection takes up enough room."

: ̗̀➛ KAEYA: late night drinks and wistful stories (feat. diluc)

kaeya had three favorite pastimes: drinking, poking fun at diluc, and spending time with you. his ideal date? it included all of the above.

you perched on a stool next to him, sipping on a moonlit alley while leaning against the counter of angel's share. as the dandelion wine went to his head, more secrets about diluc slipped out of his mouth, drawing peals of laughter out of you.

"... and one time, master diluc accidentally burned off a patch of his hair with his vision. father spent ages trying to hide the bald spot. my my, i had never seen master diluc cry so much," kaeya slurred.

you laughed nervously, eyes darting between your lover and his brother, whose ears were starting to flush the same shade as his hair. you expected diluc to pour the contents of his tavern shaker onto his brother's head, but to your surprise, he only rolled his eyes.

"hmph. knights of favonius, always running their mouths. don't make me kick you out of my tavern, kaeya," he growled. diluc seemed irritated, but the way he quietly slid a glass of water towards kaeya warmed your tipsy heart.

when will they reconcile, you thought. you sighed, lifting your drink to your lips as kaeya launched into another story about his childhood.

a/n: reposting because tags broke

#genshin impact fluff #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin impact kazuha #genshin impact zhongli #genshin impact kaeya #genshin scenarios #kazuha x reader #zhongli x reader #kaeya x reader

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shockwaifuafterdark · 1 year

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Consider for a moment

Sleepy thigh fucking with Morgott

You have finally returned from a long and strenuous scouting trip through the region around Mt. Gelmir. You both are exhausted and snuggling in bed, clean and comfortable at long last. After the constant vigilance and sleeping in shifts with your lover's projection in dangerous territory, you can't help but crave a little silliness now that you are safe and present and away from any prying eyes, so in a bout of sleepy but playful affection you begin wiggling and nuzzling against Morgott, pressing yourself into him and peppering his chest and abdomen with kisses. The movement of your bare flesh shifting against his feels wonderful, and he melts under your kind and loving attention. Despite your intentions being chaste, the mission meant that you had gone some time without intimacy and his cock slowly begins to harden under the stimulation. The two of you are tired and have no intention of really doing much about it. Morgott simply holds you close and returns your affections with a kind smile, rubbing your back, softly squeezing your sides, enjoying your physical presence. Without even realizing it, he starts to gently rock his hips against you and the feeling of him half hard and pressing against your legs like that has started to stir your own desires.

You push off his chest and he loosens his hold reluctantly, allowing you to disengage. You rummage through your discarded pack and Morgott watches you with confusion. When you retrieve a bottle of oil, he huffs in amusement.

"Insatiable thing," he chides you. "Is a single night's respite such a tall order?"

You reassure him that you have no plans to turn the night into one of wild passion, you just thought it might feel nice. Morgott grumbles but does not object as you lightly coat your inner thighs with the oil before returning to his embrace. His shaft, though not fully erect, still slides easily enough against your slickened flesh and you grin in satisfaction as he pulls you flush against him, hips subtly canting up, seeking your warmth. You bury your face in the fur trailing down his torso and listen to his heartbeat, enjoying the sensation of every cherished bump and ridge of his cock as it passes between your thighs, rubbing against your sex. You and Morgott move as one, a slow dance to the steady rhythm of your hearts, a lazy sort of pleasure without any plans of completion, until the drowsy rocking lulls you both to sleep.

#nsft #my writing #wrote this a while ago and decided to clean it up and post it to give you something small while i finish up the requests #morgott x tarnished #morgott x reader #x reader

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my-mt-heart · 8 months

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I know a lot of people were very excited about the pigeon scene and then that tweet today. I was too. But almost immediately my excitement was overshadowed by my usual fear that AMC won’t follow through with romantic canon. All that tweet really signified is what we already know: that Carol and Daryl will be reunited. It doesn’t guarantee anything romantic between them. As for the pigeon scene, we’ve had the “girlfriend” tease before with no follow-through so why should we expect anything different this time?

I trust that Melissa signed on because she wants good things for both Carol and Caryl, but we don’t know if even she is invested in it being fully romantic, right? I wish I could be satisfied with Caryl just being together again, platonically, but honestly I don’t think I ever will be. I need the show to portray them as more than just besties. They deserve it and so do we.

Anyway, I feel like people on Twitter think I’m being a downer when I post sentiments like this there, so I came to vent here instead. Thanks, MT, for this blog and the effort and thought you put into it. I appreciate you. ❤️

I shared the tweet because I think positive promotion, as opposed to inflammatory posts like "So who was Daryl thinking about??" is something the Caryl fandom needs to see more of in order to start rebuilding their trust, but I wouldn't encourage anyone to hang their hat on it or the scene itself for that matter. Because as painfully obvious as it may seem to us, it's all still vague enough to give AMC the wiggle room to back out for whatever stupid reason. Case in point, the Leah arc.

Yes, we know Carol is coming back, but we do not know for sure that we'll get romantic canon, not because of what Melissa wants or doesn't want, but because she's not the ultimate decision maker at the end of the day. Romantic canon is important for a lot of reasons. Mainly, like you said, it's owed to the characters and to their fans after teasing it for over a decade. To quote my new favorite podcast hosts, the will-they-won't-they only works for so long before people get tired and move on. We need the payoff.

This is all to say, what you're feeling is 100% valid and you don't need to blame yourself for being a downer. You just need to hold AMC/TWD accountable for taking your viewership for granted. Feeding off of your fears is NOT how engagement is supposed to work.

*Highly recommend Nine Lives Two Mics to anyone who hasn't listened to the first episode yet. It's nostalgic, but also addresses a lot of the issues mentioned here.

#caryl #caryl spinoff #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol

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eagle-shadow · 2 months

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Roman: what ya want for breakfast?

Neo*wearing nothing but Roman's shirt wiggling her eyebrows*

Roman: For real, what do you want for breakfast?

Neo*_(:3J∠)_*

Roman: Food Neo.

Neo: *signing* That dick!

Roman: Fine!

*Cuts to Neo tied to a chair, while Roman place dick shaped pancakes on a plate*

Roman: Here all the dick you can eat!

Neo:*glaring*

Roman: you need to eat! Mt dew and hot Cheetos is not real food! After we are going to get some fresh air and sunlight!

Neo*hisses*

Roman: And may be touch some grass!

Neo: *Demonic screeches*

Roman: yup definitely touching some grass!

#roman torchwick #neopolitan #pumpkin spice ice cream #Roman trying to take care of his Gamer Goblin gf

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italeean · 2 years

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Don’t listen to your brother!

Teucer has come back to Liyue, and Childe has the great idea to leave him under the Traveler's responsibility while he goes... selling toys

AN: Hi guys!! I'm being punctual for once... more or less (let's say I won't tell you what time it is here rn lol) 😸 Today's fic was requested by @wertzunge and I still don't know how he manages to have such adorable ideas 🥺 I hope you like it, specialmente tu Max (especially you Max) 💚🤍❤️ Suggestions and support are always appreciated ^_^

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

"Nohohoho Trahaveleheheher stahahap!!" Teucer had been giggling and squealing in Aether's lap for a couple of minutes, while the latter squeezed his sides and poked his little tummy. "Wasn't I Mr. Nice Guy once? What happened? Am I not nice anymore?" The blonde asked with a fake sad tone "I suppose I gotta make you laugh more, then." He declared while increasing the speed of his fingers, smiling fondly at the child's flushed cheeks.

But how had they ended up in that predicament?

The answer is rather simple, the kid had managed to sneak into a ship once more and go to Liyue to see his big brother again. Said brother, however, was busy with 'being the best toy seller of Snezhnaya' so he couldn't hang out with him, and he decided to convince Aether to take care of his little brother once more. It wasn't even that difficult... who could resist Teucer's puppy eyes..?

After another tour of the Nation of Contracts, some fishing (which Teucer was surprisingly good at) and a visit to the Serenitea Pot, where Paimon had decided to stop to take a nap, the two of them were laying down on top of Mt. Tianheng to rest. Well, the guy wanted to rest... the redhead was still full of energy and wanted to play, which made Aether think of a solution to tire him out. And what better idea than a tickle fight?

"Wow... having fun without me? That's not nice guys!" A voice they both recognized came from behind them. "Brother!!" Teucer exclaimed while getting up from the Traveler's lap, who let him go immediately, and running towards Childe. The older redhead picked him up and kissed his forehead and then his nose, making him giggle once more.

"So, what trouble did you get into to make Mr. Nice Guy attack you, huh?" The Harbinger asked right before blowing a raspberry on his sibling's neck. "EHEHEK!! Nothihing... he was just beheing a meanie..!" The kid whined, still laughing from all the tickles he had received. "Ooohh is that so?" The taller guy asked with a glint of mischief in his eyes that made Aether shiver as if he was in Snezhnaya.

Teucer nodded quickly while his brother put him down and marched towards the blond, who was so antsy that couldn't even get up. Childe pinned him down easily, so easily that it was a shame it didn't count as a real fight, and told the kid to get closer. "Now Teucer, what about if we take a little revenge on this meanie?" He grinned evilly, even though his expression softened when he saw his brother's eyes sparkling with playfulness and joy.

He made the child straddle the Traveler, who had already a giddy smile plastered all over his face in anticipation. "Hmmmm... where to start..." he asked himself while poking all over Aether's torso "I know! Teucer, wiggle your fingers on the crook of his elbows... yeah, like that- no wait, a bit softer... that's it." The Traveler was giggling already, knowing what his... let's say frenemy was planning.

Following Tartaglia's instructions, the little redhead started slowly dragging his fingers down, towards the underarms, laughing a bit when he heard the guy under him squeak. The amber-eyed guy, on the other hand, couldn't keep his laughter in at all. As soon as the child reached his armpits, the dam broke.

"Nahahahaha Teheuceheher wahahaihit!! Pleheheahase behehehe nihihihhice..!" Aether's high-pitched laughing echoed on the mountain. "But if you're laughing, it means you're enjoying it, right? That's what you told me earlier." The kid smiled innocently, to the point that Childe didn't know if it was supposed to be a comeback or just a consideration, but given how much the blond was blushing, he was proud nonetheless.

"You're absolutely right, and look, he's blushing..." the taller guy cooed in fake sympathy "Even his ears are getting red! Listen to me, try to massage the lobes with your fingers and scratch behind the ears as if he was a little kitten." The Harbinger gave more evil instructions, which the child executed immediately, laughing at how Aether was trying to scrunch his shoulders.

"That's it, now switch between his ears and neck, and if you want you can go back to the underarms. Just do whatever you want." Childe smiled lovingly at his brother, who was having the time of his life being on the giving end for once.

The guys found out that Teucer was unexpectedly mean. He switched quickly between the spots to not let the Traveler get used to the sensation, made him scrunch one side of his neck to attack the exposed one... and the list went on. It seemed like he had gotten his brother's genes after all. They went on for five minutes, until the older brother had another idea. "Teucer, do you know how many ribs we have?"

The kid knew the answer, since all his brothers had played that game with him at least once. "Twenty-four!!" He exclaimed with a big smile on his face... only to be corrected by the older redhead. "Nuh uh, it's thirty, fifteen on every side." He said casually, as if he wasn't planning on pulling one of the meanest tricks ever. "Just count them and you'll see I'm right. But take your time, you don't wanna lose count, do you?"

Had Teucer understood the plan and was playing along? Probably, but no one will ever know. What's certain is that he started immediately. "One... two... three..." He went agonizingly slow, so much that the blond arched his back and bucked his hips reflexively, almost making the kid fall.

"Woah!" The little boy managed to keep himself steady "Brother... I think I've lost count. Can I restart?" He asked, making Childe snort and Aether shiver again. "Of course you can, we have all the time in the world..." The older one replied, lowering his head to whisper something into the other guy's ear.

"If he falls, you're gonna regret it." He simply said, making him stop squirming, although not completely (that was basically impossible), while the kid resumed his important task with extreme precision.

"...and twenty-four. I was right hehehe" Teucer said with a triumphant expression while scribbling again under the Traveler's underarms "You're so silly, brother" He taunted. "What..? It can't be... impossible!" The Fatui member exclaimed with a fake dramatic tone. "I think you should count them all over again, just to be sure." He stated, which made Aether squawk.

"Nohohoho dohohon't lihihistehen toho yohohohour brohohotheher!!" The amber-eyed guy begged, but Childe gasped feigning disdain. "Don't listen to your brother?! What kind of advice is that? Who should he listen to, hm? To the evil man who called Mr. Cyclops a killing machine? And to think that I left him under your responsibility... you need to be taught a lesson." He decided. The blond gulped between his giggles, Tartaglia's tone was way too ominous for his own liking.

"Teucer, this is gonna be the final blow to complete our revenge, so let's make it memorable. Watch closely what I'm doing." The Hydro holder moved Aether's arms under his knees and unleashed a merciless attack on the latter's tummy and sides, which were unfortunately his death spots and, more unfortunately, perfectly exposed. He poked and scribbled on the tummy, squeezed and kneaded his sides, pinched lightly his lower tummy and repeated the cycle irregularly to keep the blond on his toes.

"NONONOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEAHAHAHSE NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEREEE" The shorter guy went berserk, but tried his best to not buck the little boy off, not wanting to find out if Childe's threat was true or just a bluff.

However, things got even worse when another pair of hands joined the fun, trying to imitate the Harbinger. Twenty fingers on his death spot? Aether howled. "NAHAHAHAHAT THIHIHIHIS!! OHOHOH AHAHARCHOHONS!!" The Harbinger laughed wholeheartedly, and got another idea. "Now repeat after me, tickle tickle tickle..." He told his brother, who repeated it quickly. The two brothers kept saying it, making the blond become crimson red from his neck to the tip of his ears. "PLEHEHEAHAHAHAHASEHE NAHAHAT THIHIHIHIHIS!!"

"Not this? But it can't be that bad..." Tartaglia pondered "Imagine if someone were to find out that your giggle button is super effective... now that would be bad." He didn't even need to look at his little brother to make him get the hint. By the end of his sentence, Teucer had already dipped a finger in Aether's belly button, wiggling it and moving it up and down as if he was pressing a little button.

"TEHEHEHEUCEHEHER THIHIHIS IHIHIHIS NAHAHAHAT NIHIHICEHEHEHE!! YOHOHOUHUHU MEHEHEAHAHANIEHEHEHE!!" The shorter guy screamed, a tear running down his face, which was as red as a tomato. Seeing that, Childe understood that it was time to stop, but there was one last thing he wanted to teach to his little sibling.

"Now, for the grand finale..." He said theatrically "We're gonna use the ultimate weapon, feared even by the best and bravest employees of the toy factory!" He announced, making Teucer even more excited. "Now put your lips on his giggle button and blow like I do on your neck." He said.

The little redhead quickly obliged, but he'd never blown a raspberry, so it took him a few attempts to get it right, much to Aether's dismay, since the first little blows were already enough to make him jump and squeal. "Nonononohoho EEK!! Teuhuceher ple- EEK!! Pleheahahase dohohon't... EEP!! Ihihit's gohonna behehe so ba- WAAAAAAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO IHIHIHI GIHIHIVEHEHE!! YOHOHOHOU WIHIHIHIN!!" He surrendered, feeling his stamina reach its limit.

The two brother let him go and waited for him to recover. "Look brother! Mr. Nice Guy's got the giggles!" The little kid cackled while the shorter guy was getting rid of the remaining tingly feeling after the mean attack. In the meanwhile, Tartaglia laid next to him on the grass and put his brother on top of him, to make his head rest on his chest.

"So," Aether spoke after regaining his breath "did you have fun, Teucer?" No one replied. "Teucer? Are you lis-" When the blond turned around, he found the child fast asleep on his brother's chest, looking peaceful and cozy.

"Poor kid, that tickle attack must have tired him out..." Childe said, as if Teucer had been the victim, earning a deadpanned look from the Traveler. "Anyway, I have work to do, so please let him sleep with you." The Harbinger asked while trying to get up, but when he tried to pass his sleeping brother to the shorter guy, the child wrapped his arms around his neck and whined in his sleep.

Childe denied that he awed at the scene and smiled fondly with the faintest blush on his face, but in that occasion he decided that work could've waited for a day.

#genshin impact tickle #ticklish!aether #ticklish!teucer #lee!aether #lee!teucer #ler!childe #ler!tartaglia #tickle fic #tickle #I'M NERVOUS AF FOR THIS ONE 😭😨#he's read a LOT of amazing fics #and i've seen a lot of great works requested by him #and then there's me who's been writing for like 6 months 🥲#max if you happened to read the tags #or if anyone else did #YOU DIDN'T 😇

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