#pearl is like barely there. i did her kinda dirty

[suzie-bee]

If you’re still doing doodle requests may i propose ren in his fun little trans hawaiian shirt

#third life smp #life series #rendog fanart #renthedog #grian fanart #martyn fanart #watchers #pearl is like barely there. i did her kinda dirty #mcyt fanart #my art

[misserabella]

loosen up

abby anderson x fem! reader

summary; abby was pent up, and angry, and she was taking it out on your team. and you were not gonna have it. you’ll have to loosen her up.

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, fighting, cursing, blood, abby being a bitch, teasing, tension, chocking (kinda??), hair pulling, punching, making out, begging, cheating (abby on owen), fingering (a! receiving), tit and nipple play, oral sex (a! receiving), dirty talking…

your blood was boiling. you were winning the game, it was no big deal. but fuck. did she really have to act like that? she was just like a fucking child.

you saw as abby barely defended the other team player as she shot to the hoop, listless, annoyed. you felt your skin crawl in goosebumps when she took the bounce and with a scowl tossed it to one of your teammates hard enough for it to end up getting out of the court.

“what the fuck anderson?!” you yelled at her, scowling. why was she acting like such a bitch. sure. you can be mad. but this is a match. get over it and play.

she ignored you, letting the player she was supposed to defend score.

you couldn’t handle it anymore getting closer to her and pushing at her chest, making her stumble backwards.

she had come today already with a scowl on her face, and after she had gotten mad about something your team had done wrong at the start of the match, she had started taking it out all on your team and sabotaging you. you didn’t care that she was the captain, if there was something everyone knew is that you wouldn’t stay quiet if something was bothering you. and she was infuriating you. “if you’re gonna play like this don’t fucking play!! you’re fucking it up for us!” she pushed you back.

“at least they need me to play. i’m not some bench warmer like you!” she said, and you gritted your teeth, your ego being hurt. “aw, what’s wrong? did i hit a weak spot?” she falsely cooed, and before you knew it you were punching her, making her lip burst and blood tint her skin.

you could hear the stairs filled with people roar, screaming when abby jumped on you, a hand tugging on your hair as her other hand closed into a fist, coming down onto your cheek and making you hiss.

before things could escalate, your coach was running into the court along with the referee to stop the two of you.

“anderson!” he screamed, trapping her arms to push her off of you. she fought against him and the referee who went to help him since abby was quite strong.

you spat blood, your teammates coming up to check on you.

“you two. out.” your coach ordered, forcing the two of you out of the court and into the changing rooms. “anderson. i don’t know what the hell has gotten into you, but you better be changing your attitude or i swear to got you won’t be making it to the next game. and you.” he pointed at you. “starting a fight in the middle of a fucking match?” he inquired. “are we in kindergarten?” you huffed, crossing your arms. “i don’t want you coming out of here until you fix whatever you two have going on. i don’t want bullshit on my court.” he said, closing the door to the changing rooms behind him to go back to his game.

the air inside of the room was so dense in tension it could be cut with a knife.

“this is all your fucking fault.” you spat, adrenaline cursing through your veins. sweat was pearling your skin.

“my fault?” she scoffed and you turned to face her. “you’re the one who fucking punched me.”

“yeah well you needed it.” you muttered. “just as much as you need a good fuck. bad thing your little boyfriend doesn’t know how to use his dick, huh?” next thing you knew you were against the wall, a hand tightly around your neck.

“you need to keep your mouth shut.” she growled, and you smirked. you were inches apart, your lips brushing, her breath hitting your face.

“aw… have i hit a weak spot?” you mocked her, throwing back her words at her. “i’m sure owen can’t hit your g spot though. how many times has he make you cum, huh? i’m sure not even once, since you’re acting like such a bitc-” she punched you again, making you shut up and your mouth fill up with blood all over again. you smirked.

you looked into her blue eyes, at her reddening cheeks. “well aren’t you cute, hm? blushing ‘cause i’m on the right?”

“fucking shut up.” she spat, and you leaned closer, pushing against the tightening grip on your neck.

“why don’t you make me, huh?” you whispered against her lips, and your smirk only grew when your saw her angry eyes drift down at your lips.

“you wish.” she muttered and your tongue wetted your lips, watching as she stared.

“by the way you’re looking at me i’m not sure i’m the one wishing for it, anderson.”

“you’re so annoying.” she growled, and you hummed when she quickly and harshly pushed them against your, so hard your head met the wall behind you in a thud. it was a mess. all tongue and teeth. your hands pulled at her blonde braid as her strong body caged you against the cold tile wall. she moaned when you bit down on her broken lip, tasting her blood as she could taste yours on your tongue.

“that’s it abby, take it all out on me, hm?” you muttered, and she cursed when your lips trailed down her jaw to her neck, sucking and biting. “this is what you needed, isn’t it?” you inquired as your hands dived in her shirt, hands cupping her tits over her sports bra and tweaking her nipples. “needed to get the attitude fucked out of you?” she moaned, and you smiled. “but we’re gonna get you all fixed for coach, isn’t that right?” she nodded, biting down on her lip as she felt one of your hands trail down her stomach, your fingertips caressing her abs. “speak up for me cap, why so quiet all of a sudden?” you teased her and she gritted her teeth.

“shut -“ she tried and say, but before she could finish her sentence she was letting out a loud moan as your hand pushed inside her pants and panties, fingers diving in between her slick folds.

“jesus christ. you’re soaked.” you breathed out, your fingertips easily sliding against her clit, making her thighs shake. “is it always like this, hm? can owen make your pussy drool like this?” she shook her head.

“no.” she shook her head in a whimper, one that made your own pussy throb. “fuck. he never… he doesn’t know how to touch me.”

you hummed. “you poor thing. so eager to be fucked and yet can’t get what you need, huh?” you mocked her, and you saw her breath hitch. “do you want it? do you want me to make you cum, abby?” she nodded. “nuh-huh. use your words. such a loud fucking mouth and now you’re getting shy on me? speak.”

“yes. please, make me cum.” she muttered, and you smirked.

“atta girl.” she moaned when you pushed your middle finger inside. “jesus christ. he doesn’t fucking deserve you. pussy so tight…” you groaned, starting to thrust in and out. “she’s so eager. she’s sucking me right in.” she moaned, hiding her flushing face on your neck, although you didn’t let her, tugging on her braid to make her face you. “don’t fucking hide from me. wanna see you fall apart.” her breath hitched, her thighs opening for you to reach deeper into her. you pulled from her so she could be the one now caged against the wall, giving you strength to dive two of your fingers inside her harder. “that’s it. open up for me.”

“fuck, fuck, fuck…” she cried out as you curled them against her g spot, eyes squeezed shut, cunt molding around your fingers.

“who would’ve thought… abby anderson, such a tough girl falling apart so easily on my fingers…” you smirked. “you like it baby? like how i’m fucking you behind your little boyfriends back? what would he say, hm? what would he think if he saw you like this, huh?” your thumb met her throbbing clit. “gonna be good for me once i make you cum? gonna stop being such a fucking bitch?” she nodded. “i bet you are. gonna make you cum so good you’d do anything for me.” you smirked. “look at you. you sweet girl, you just needed your pussy stretched out, hm? get loose, yeah? i bet you taste so fucking sweet, you’re dripping on my fingers.” she moaned, your words were so fucking lewd they were making her head spin. but she loved it. she couldn’t be more turned on. she’d never been this needy, this weak. “tell me, does he eat your pussy, hm?” she didn’t answer, yet her cheeks turned pink and you chuckled. “of course he doesn’t. want me to show you what you deserve? want me to fuck you with my tongue, abby?” she nodded, whining.

“yes please, fuck. please need your tongue.” your smirk grew.

“whatever you say, cap.” you teased her, pulling down her pants and panties with your hands, hearing her moan when your fingers left her hole, feeling empty. “so needy… don’t worry baby.” you said as you kneeled in front of her, pushing one of her strong thighs on top of your shoulder. “i’m gonna fill you up real nice.”

abby could swear she lost all breath when she felt your tongue lick a long strip up her clit from her hole, lapping at her slick with a hum that made her moan so loud you had to pull back to hush her. “you need to stay quiet, baby. don’t want your little boyfriend to hear us, hm?” you inquired, suckling at her clit. the thought of owen just bursting into the changing rooms to find the two of you like this only turned her on more. she shook her head. “then be a good girl and stay quiet for me.”

you dived back in, your tongue sliding in between her folds as you closed your eyes, relishing on how fucking good she tasted. “you taste so good… that dick doesn’t know what he’s missing. could eat this pussy up for hours.” abby whimpered, one of her hands finding your hair to tug you closer. and as much as you wanted to tease her about it, you gave her what she wanted, burying your tongue inside her hole, your nose bumping against her clit.

“oh, fuck.” she cried out, head rolling backwards and bumping against the wall as you curled it, fucking it in and out of her, moaning at the taste of the white creamy pre cum that stained your lips, chin and tongue. you hummed, devouring her like a starved woman before moving on to her clit and plunging two of your fingers back inside of her. you harshly sucked on that little bundle on nerves, feeling her shake as you hit your g spot with every curve of your fingers. “i’m gonna cum.”

“so pent up…” you chuckled by how easily it had been to make her fall apart. “poor baby. go ahead, be a good girl and cum on my face.” you said before going back to her clit, curling your fingers faster and sucking harder. it didn’t take long before her moans got louder —to which she had to muffle herself with her free hand— and creamed all over your mouth. you moaned, lapping at everything she was giving you as you fucked her through it. “atta girl…” you praised, smirking at the shaking of her thighs. she was panting by the time she was done, slightly whimpering at your licks as you cleaned her up. she watched as you pulled your fingers out of her and pushed them inside your mouth, your eyes never leaving hers as you sucked them clean. she bit down on her lip, the hand on your hair slightly tightening. “it’s best we go out there.” you said as you got up from your aching knees. “we’ve got a match to win.” she nodded, getting dressed with flushing cheeks.

after that, abby was back to her normal self, playing to win. in fact, it was the best she had ever played in a long time, and your coach noticed. it was before you went to enter the court on a change that he stopped you.

“i don’t know what the hell you did… but well done.” he said, and you smiled, taking a look at abby, who looked away with a flushed expression.

you shrugged.

“she just needed to loosen up.”

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a/n; i need her

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[sarasarami10]

All about my OC (Käyan):

Idk if its gonna interest anybody but i wanted to post it somewhere

Image details; App used: procreate/Time it took: 24 hours (about 3 weeks) /brush used: round paintbrush

Background story: Käyan is an 18 years old [is this image] na'vi girl that I created for my personal pleasure. She is a human that came on Pandora approximately 5 years before Jake (at the age of 20) but died one year before Jake's arrival (24). She used to go by the name of Serena Dorsey and she worked as a mercenary for scientists (to make sure the RDA didn't mess too much with their stuff) She also worked a lot with Dr. Augustine. She is an orphan and was raised by Madame Crow (fake name), who made the children of her orphanage sell drugs and do other illegal stuff [she was a mean ol'women]. At the age of 18, she left the orphanage and started working as a hitman/mercenary to try to get by. She decided to leave earth after her best friend [and only one] died of cancer.

Cause of her (human) death: She did not want to harm Pandora and believed in Eywa, so when the RDA tried something against one of the clans she worked with, she went against them and became a traitor [like jake yes]. She was shot while running to alert the clan and died at the foot of a spirit tree while begging Eywa to warn the people.

Description of her human appearance (will draw her): She is a curly red-haired (long) 5'9 woman with light brown eyes. She has one big strand of white hair on her left side and her left eyebrow is mostly white too (vitiligo). Has big hips and medium boobs but is not overweight (could barely afford food). One big scar on her right eyebrow going over her eyelids and a little one on her lips (got into a bad fight). Resting bitch face. Missing her left ring finger (punishment from madame Crow). few other small scars on her legs/arms. Helix piercing (right ear) and two lobes piercing.

Why is she na'vi: Eywa took pity on her [and kinda liked her sacrifice] so she gave her life again [in the form of a baby hehe]. She created a body from basic na'vi DNA and Serena's DNA [explain why she looks like this later].

Human features:

5 fingers because of human DNA

White hair due to having vitiligo as a human [her hair as a human wasn't fully white but Eywa saw this and just went with it plus in my world having white hair is something special associated with Eywa]

Na'vi features:

White hair means she is one of Eywa's messengers [although she doesn't see it as that] and is very respected. Her role is similar to a tsahik but she is not necessarily bound to one clan.

Darker blue skin than the Ometicaya but lighter than the other members of her clan. Also matches her (adopted) twin sister.

Slightly more orange-ish eyes that turn closer to red in different lights (because) [like how Quaritch's turn green in certain lights].

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About Käyan:

Personality type: INTP-T

Favorite colors: Red, orange, purple.

Favorite foods: Smoked fish and lionberries.

Likes: Shiny stuff (especially sea pearls she uses a lot in her outfit), singing, dancing, making clothes and jewelry, getting drunk or high with Lo'ak and/or Kiri, swimming, collecting sea shells and trinkets, her guitar (made herself one na'vi size), getting involved in fights, seeing people fall, sleeping, watching movies, flying her ikran Zeayli, Playing with her sister and/or her little brothers, festivals, being alone, having boys drool over her (as long as they don't speak to her).

Dislikes: People who argue with her, stupid people, hunting, getting awakened from her nap, people who stare at her too much, being called demon/sky person [cause like stfu, Eywa herself brought her back she's na'vi now], being dirty, having to do her hair [we love some extra long and curly hair], having to sharpen her weapons, screaming children, long meetings, being cold, getting pushed into the water, going too far outside the reef [talassophobia], having to dye her hair (for special hunting parties so that she does stand out too much).

Love language: physical touch and gift giving.

The best way to get her attention:

Romantically; giving her something shiny (necklaces are her favorite thing to receive).

As a friend: Go speak to her but do not comment on her hair (unless it is in a respectful way)

Best positive traits: doesn't judge (unless you do something really stupid), kind, smiles a lot (if she likes you), good listener

Worst negative traits: Anger issues, impulsiveness, sly tongue (if provoked)

Things she misses from Earth: The music (especially party music), cinemas, junk food and snacks, mirrors (she has one but doesn't like not being able to see if she has something on her face or in her teeth yk), and public transports (riding an ikran or an ilu can be very tiring).

Fighting skills: Good with a bow and arrow but prefers guns unless she's hunting (gotta respect the great mother y'all). Very good with knives (daggers are her favorite short-distance weapons). Knows a lot of different fighting styles (often gives her the upper hand in a fight). Also quite good with a stick (a custom from her clan). Not that good with throwing spears but great with throwing knives or small sharp objects.

Other random facts: Has a hard time controlling her tail and ears movements when shy or flustered [those ears be twitching], mumbles or hums when she is lost in her thoughts, tried to make alcool once (it was disgusting but did the job), prefer sweet over salty, sneezes a lot (probably allergies), prefers to be the big spoon (unless she's cold), big chances she starts petting you if you sit too close to her (does it unconsciously, she is used to having a clingy little brother), cannot handle second-hand embarrassment (HAS to run away), she has a hard time controlling her facial expression when she is disgusted or disturbed, will cuss at people in English a lot, a bit of a hoarder, ticklish.

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About her family (will draw them later):

She has 6 siblings [I like making characters, sue me!] and two parents (all alive).

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Why are they at the Metkayna:

Because Käyan is one of Eywa's «messengers» they have to travel a lot plus they needed to go see the reef people about joining the war against the sky people.

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Parents;

Mother: Tekke Te Mäongki Stewaley'ite (45)

They have a good relationship but Tekke has an important role in the clan and 7 children to care for so they might seem distant to others but they love each other very much (only got two daughters so she spoils them often)

Got her mother last name because her dad isn't originally from their clan and in their clan it is most common for the mother to give it (plus I didn't know tonowari's last name.)

Tekke founded her as a baby in a cocoon-like structure at the spirit tree next to her human corpse and decided to adopt her

Father: Änawi Te ?? ??'itan (tonowari's older brother) (43)

He was supposed to be the olo'ektan but fell in love with Tekke (so he moved to her clan)

Has a good relationship with his brother

Spoils his daughters too (Käyan is a daddy's girl)

Siblings;

Sìnka Te Mäongki Änawi'itan (M24):

He and the girls love gossiping

Her favorite older brother (although she won't admit it)

Cares so much about all his siblings

Had to make sure his siblings liked his boyfriend before actually mating with him

Almost died from stress when Kayan first tamed her Ikran

The only one of her siblings who is able to actually intimidate her

She likes to go hunt with him the most because that way she doesn't have to actually do anything (he's a very skilled hunter)

Zaot'sey Te Mäongki Änawi'itan (M21): (Rani's twin brother)

Käyan is always getting herself involved in the twin's schemes (there the troublemakers)

Loves her big brother but he can sometimes be really shy and quiet so she doesn't always know how to approach him

Protective older brother (scares off potentials suiters)

Käyan usually always has the upper hand (the bitch knows how to fight dirty)

Rani Te Mäongki Änawi'itan (M21): (Zaot'sey's twin brother)

Biggest troublemaker of all 7 children

Always gets into arguments with Käyan

Protective older brother (scares off potentials suiters)

Can't win against Käyan in a fight

Sister: Vä'at Te Mäongki Tekke'ite (F18) (her twin sister)

Says there twins because they were literally born minutes apart and until they were like 5, they really looked like twins (apart from the white hair)

Their mother took Käyan in her arms which triggered her labor so she was born shortly after Käyan

Used to be attached to the hips (still are) but grew to be their own person

Almost always together

Knows everything about the other

They used to say that Tilue was their son

Likes to sing with her

They are each's others biggest supporters

Tawtey Te Mäongki Änawi'itan (M14):

Doesn't have a lot of friends so he often hangs out with Kayan and Va'at (they don't mind)

Kayan always had to get him out of trouble (almost scared her to death a few times)

Clingy

Often imitates her (not in a mean way)

Ask her to do his hair

Goes to her for advice

Tilue Te Mäongki Änawi'itan (M6): *Deaf*

Purest little thing you have ever seen

He doesn't even have to ask Käyan (or the others) to come with her because she almost always brings him anyway because he is really well-behaved and cute (he knows when to leave her alone tho)

Always cuddle with her (that's why she developed the habit of petting people)

Käyan is his second mother (their sister is his third but she his person)

Always asks her to sing (puts his head on her chest to feel the vibrations)

Always go to Kayan when he gets bullied so she can kick some ass

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Distant familiy:

Tonowari (uncle):

They have a very good relationship

Always hug when they haven't seen each other in a while

Taught her to ride an ilu

Used to bring her, her sister, and tsireya everywhere he went (Ao'nung is a momma's boy)

She first did her hair like him because she liked him so much but soon adopted the style has her own

Ronal (aunt):

Ronal isn't really fond of her (because of her demon blood), doesn't dislikes her, and respects the fact that Eywa choose her

Used to do her hair because Käyan said that she did it better than her dad (Ronal is the one that does Tonowari's hair) and she saw her do Tsireya's so she just asked (Ronal couldn't bring herself to say no to a child)

Ao'nung (cousin)

Kinda hate/love relationship (he never hesitated to throw her under the bus)

Only he can call her a freak (she is not that impressed btw)

Used to cling to her (because she was a year older than him) and he was a shy kid (she still teases him about it when he annoys her)

Tsireya (cousin)

The inseparable 3 (Käyan, Vä'at, and Her)

Would play games like water princess together (na'vi version of mermaid pool game)

Often made matching bracelets or clothes

Tsireya told her ALL about Lo'ak

Gaters information on Neteyam for Kayan (she's their biggest shipper)

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About her outfit:

Hair:

The top part of her hair is braided (was too lazy to actually draw braids so it looks like dreads but it isn't) and pulled into a bun.

Most of the rest is let loose. Her hair is very long but really curly so it only reaches her boobs.

Has 2 medium-sized braids that start from the side of her head and join in the middle falling on top of her hair.

Many small braids with beads but only in the back because she hates when they hit her face.

Two braids in the front, one with beads and the other with lace, both ending with feathers.

2 small braids that start from the top of her head and go around her face and join under her hair.

One big braid in the back that covers her Kuru.

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Necklaces:

One choker-like pearl necklace that she made herself (took her years to find the perfect pearls).

One longer necklace with 4 pearls, 2 small teeth, and one big tooth (she collected the teeth from her first hunt, and the pearls were given to her by the tsahik of her clan)

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Bracelets (left arm):

One armband made of many teeth and leather gifted by her brothers.

One red dyed fabric armband (dyed in her sister's blood. It is a custom of her clan for twins)

One [special] crystal black beads bracelet (worn by a special order of warrios from her clan [women only])

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Bracelets (right arm):

One armband made with dryed seawead and smal carved sea shells (made by her and Tsireya)

One long bracelet made of one string (*custom from her clan* often used as a last resort weapon, warriors are trained to used this from a young age (she is really skilled with it))

One large simple leather bracelet (gifted to her by her dad)

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Top:

Two large pieces of fabric that cover most of her boobs (she does like looking naked), attached by a wooden ring in the middle.

(wooden ring) Linked by 8 strings (to make sure it does come off easily). Two top strings are connected to the wooden ring and attached in a cross pattern with the lower strings in the back. The other two top strings are sewn to the fabric and tied to the other two strings (for more support).

The four lower strings are all connected to a crystal ring that sits on her stomach. They are all tied in a cross pattern starting from the front to the back and are sewn to the fabric.

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Loincloth:

Two long pieces of dark pink dyed fabric (one in the front and one in the back to cover her ass cheeks too) that hide a thong-like attached underwear.

Four thick braided strings attached to the fabric (to make sure she does looses it)

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Songcord:

Very long songcord for her age that starts from the back of her loincloth to the front (added a few beads that signify the important moment of her old life like why she decided to come to pandora) [I drew it as loose because i didn't know how they wore it, my mistake]

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Knife:

Long knife made of a very hard stone (made by herself).

Green leather handle

Wears it on her leg holster

Small bone on the knife's holster (given by her Tilue)

Pearl trinket attached to the handle

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Earings:

Made of bones small crystal beads and small feathers.

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Trinkets:

[Leg holster] trinket made of a green crystal and green wooden bead (matching with her sister's)

[Top] trinket made with blue beads and a big sea pearl (made by Sinka)

One waist belt made with beads that are her favorite colors

#avatar oc #avatar shifting #avatar james cameron #avatar 2009 #avatar twow #avatar fanart #oc artwork #my oc art #drawing

[solastia]

The Dragon’s Lair - 7

- SEOKJIN’S POV -

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x F!Reader (although she’s kinda OC now huh?)

A/N: Kinda on the short side, I apologize. But I wanted us to get a quick peek into Jin’s side of things and where his mind is. Any guesses on who his mate might be? ;) 

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He wasn’t sure what had woken him up. The house was silent beyond Namjoon’s snores that he could hear coming through the old walls. He waited a few seconds to see if he could hear anything else or catch a scent, but it was all clear. There was just something pricking at his mind - something making his instincts go wild. He’d blame the fact that he was in a new house but this wasn’t a new feeling. 

It had begun when his ride here had traveled past the sea. He’d gotten a whiff of fresh ocean air and his fur had instantly bristled up. His claws had lengthened involuntarily and he’d had to exercise every scrap of self-control he possessed so he wouldn’t leap out of the moving vehicle and run full-shift towards whatever that scent had been. 

Seokjin groans and cracks open his eyes, still heavy with sleep. He might as well take a trip to the bathroom while he was already awake. He yawns and forces himself out of the comfy bed, scratching his belly sleepily. Even now, the scent was clear to him. There had been the smell of the ocean, yes, but...something else. Something other like him. 

The realistic part of Seokjin’s brain said maybe his exotic side had simply found a scent it liked and that’s that. But when he allowed himself to be more fanciful, like now when it was three am and he was still half asleep, he listened to the Sphinx screaming, “mate, mate, MATE!,” and he didn’t hate the idea. 

He’d been alone for so very long that it sounded like a dream. A fairytale ending for his Cinderella story. 

Not that Namjoon was any sort of evil stepsister, nor his mate that exuded naivety and goodness from every pore. If anything, he knew that he was particularly blessed to have Heechul hyung looking out for him and talking this human into taking him in. He would have dealt with having to be in the shelter again, but quite honestly he was too old to do well there. He was a grown Sphinx used to independence and being at the top of his hierarchy. 

He finishes in the bathroom and sighs heartily, deciding sleep was going to be impossible now. Might as well help himself to the kitchen. He shuffled quietly there and peeked inside the fridge, horrified once again by the contents. How have these two been keeping alive? The fridge only contained very basic ingredients like eggs and milk, a bottle of soy sauce, and not a single vegetable in sight. 

He settles for making a couple of fried eggs, using them to top off the bowl of instant rice he pilfered from the cupboards. He gives it all a splash of soy sauce so it’s not completely flavorless and sits at the kitchen table, eating his little meal slowly. 

It always seemed like nights were harder for some reason. Like the dark vastness of the sky reminded him of how empty his life had become - of how much he missed his parents. 

He’d seriously lucked out when the two had walked into the shelter all those years ago. He’d been a bit older than the usual desired age for hybrid adoptions so he hadn’t expected much when Heechul had escorted the couple towards the exotic section. He’d stayed in his corner of the room playing his video game, but he’d kept an eye on them as they smiled and shook hands with all the desperate little ones crowding them. They seemed genuinely nice, with smiles that lit up their eyes and the man always making his wife laugh. 

When they finally got close enough, Seokjin greedily scented the air, thinking if he ever had someone pick him he hoped they smelled as good as these two. The man - though obviously old for a human - smelled strong and healthy. Faint hints of cigar smoke and old books clung to him almost as much as his mate’s scent did. And his mate - the wife - smelled exactly how Seokjin had always thought a mother would. A light hint of expensive perfume couldn’t cloud the endorphins that were coming off of her in waves from being surrounded by the little ones. She was older too - perhaps younger than her husband by no more than a handful of years - but she too seemed to be in good health. She smelled so comforting to Seokjin that he stopped paying attention to his game and let his little avatar get killed three times in a row as he glued his eyes on the woman. 

Heechul actually herded the pair towards him and he set down his controller and bowed formally, wanting to make a good impression despite the fact that he knew they would never pick him. He’d thought they’d merely shake his hand and move on, but the man had kept asking him questions about his hobbies and what he wanted to do when he grew up. The woman kept staring at him with her hand held to her chest like she’d been shocked by something. 

It wasn’t until a half-hour later when Heechul had called him into his office with the pair that he realized she’d decided she wanted him. A mere few minutes and she’d decided she was his mother and no one else’s. “You’re so handsome I fell in love at first sight, my Jinnie,” she’d always say. 

He’d had nineteen wonderful years with them before pneumonia took them both within days of each other. Nineteen years filled with happiness and laughter with two of the most loving people he’d ever met. He missed his routines with them - the fishing every weekend with his dad, cooking with his mom, the Sundays all three of them would sit around with face masks and watch movies. 

When they’d passed away, his heart had broken. He’d known it was inevitable - they were both getting old and frail - but he’d thought he’d have just a little more time with them. After the funeral, he waited with bated breath for someone to storm in and drag him off to be put down somewhere. When nothing had happened, he’d grown steadily more careless, often forgetting he wasn’t supposed to be on his own with the big house and vast wealth. He’d carried on with his life like he knew his parents would have wanted him to. He kept going to med school since his dad had pulled so many strings to let him attend, he tried going on dates that never went anywhere, he hung out with his friends whenever he had the time. Life went on. 

Trying to stop the robber had been stupid of him - he knew that now. He should have just let the man get away and then never reported him so he’d be left alone...but once he spied his mother’s favorite pearls in the man’s hand he’d lost his shit. He’d fully shifted, letting his wings out and knocking over a couple of vases with their width, and his nails expanded until finally he’d roared and the robber had screamed and thrown the nearest item at his head in his rush to escape. Unfortunately, that item had been his mother’s bird statue that was made entirely of gold, so he’d been knocked out cold. His friend had found him after he hadn’t shown up to their gaming session and called the police and an ambulance, where they took his blood and found out that he was a hybrid with deceased owners and proceeded to shove him in the nearest pound while they contacted his mother’s very distant cousin. 

He’d never even gotten to meet this so-called cousin before the fat lawyer that smelled like fried chicken rushed him out of his own home, making him leave behind even the belongings that were his. He had no idea what use the cousin had for his manga or video game collection. Let alone the used sports jerseys or his hamper full of dirty clothes. 

Thankfully Heechul existed and he’d been able to contact his old caregiver before he was sent to the state center. He knew that place was a death sentence. And now here he was, in a strange home with barely anything besides his small suitcase. He missed his dad. He missed his mom. He missed feeling loved and hopeful for the future. He missed the way his dad always knew what to do. He missed the way his mom would brush his mane and groom his feathers while she sang. 

Seokjin cleared his throat and swiped at his suddenly wet cheek. He hadn’t even realized he’d been crying. He shook his head and went to the sink to wash his dishes, heading back to his room when he finished for another sleepless night. 

****

Life in the ‘Dragon’s Lair’ (as he’d taken to calling it, despite said dragon’s constant eye-rolling) began to take on a new normal the longer he was there. Days began to blend into each other as he struggled to adjust himself to his new reality, but Namjoon and his mate were a great help. 

Luckily, his tuition had been prepaid by his father and the cousin had no way of taking his education away from him, so he still took his classes - albeit mostly online because he wanted to stay in his room most of the time. 

Money was thankfully of no immediate issue. There was more money in the book than he’d felt comfortable sharing with anyone, enough that he could still go years without a job if he needed to. He also knew that if he needed it, he could always ask Heechul for help, although the other would make him work in the cafe for it. He might do it anyway just for something to do. 

Namjoon and his mate were simply wonderful. His old friend had grown up into a great person who was sweet and intelligent, good to the people he cared about, and strong in ways that he probably wasn’t even aware of. His mate Star was just as good. She was funny and kind, with just enough sass to be interesting. And they were both sickeningly in love with each other to the point that Seokjin had to leave the house quite often to get some peace. Not that it upset him - he was incredibly happy for Namjoon. It just sometimes emphasizes how alone he was. 

But yes, Star was great. There was just...something about her. Something that drew him to her. Not in a sexual or attraction kind of way...more like - primal. Like the animal side of him saw her as a protector. Which, he supposed she kinda was since she was housing exotic hybrids, but still. He couldn’t figure it out. He was certain she was completely human, but sometimes underneath the frankly nauseating amount of reptile musk that she was constantly covered with, he could catch hints of the forest in her natural scent. Sure, there was a forest nearby, but why would the scent cling to her like that? There was something there and luckily for him, there was nothing he enjoyed more than a good riddle. 

Beyond that, there was still one other pressing issue. His mate. 

He knew they were out there. He knew he’d caught their scent. When he’d passed the sea he’d been certain they were there. He just needed to find them. He didn’t want them to be alone too. 

“Jin, we’re about to head to the mall. Do you want to come shopping with us? The weather’s clearing up and I promised Namjoon we’d go to the ocean,” Star asked with a bright smile as he exited his room. 

“The ocean?” he responded, his brain halting for a second. Fate was working her magic, was she? 

“Yeah, he’s been wanting to go for a while but it’s been too cold. I thought we’d rent a small beach house and spend the weekend. So you’ll need swim trunks and towels, stuff like that. If you’d rather stay here, that’s fine too. It’s up to you.” 

“No,” he rushed, feeling his ears go red with embarrassment as he let his eagerness show. “It’s fine. I’d love to go.” 

“Great!” Star grinned, threading an arm with his as she leads him out to the yard. “We’ll have so much fun!” 

He nods silently, his nose trying in vain to catch that salty scent on the air again. 

I’m coming. Just wait for me. 

#bts #the dragon's lair #solastia #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #hybrid au #hybrid!au #hybrid!bts #hybrid!namjoon #hybrid!seokjin #dragon!au #sphinx #bts au

[iconicharry]

Harry meeting your family for the first time 🥺

this sat long enough in my drafts i’m sorry 🥴

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“Who should I avoid?”

Harry tries to cover his worried eyes with that cheeky smile of his that always manages to charm people. When she says always, she means like this morning when he tried to get her out of bed for a shower. Yn being the morning grouch she is, whined and kicked against his fingers trying to steal the sheets. Of course it ended with him pulling that smile on her and made her orgasm two times in a row under the sprinkling water.

Now he picks around the little bowl on the dresser opposite their bed, trying to choose any jewelry for the day of the days — meeting Yn’s whole family —, occasionally glancing at her fixing the sheets to make them look tidy again in nothing more than her underwear.

“Oh.” She snorts, setting the pillows at the headboard. “There’s a whole list.”

He lets out a frustrated huff, letting go of all the rings, only the pearl necklaces dangling from his pointer finger. He would go bare today. So he turns around to her, hip leaning against the dresser with his arms crossed over his chest and smiles at her running around the huge bed. “Oh, yeah?”

She nods noticeably, a strong jerk of her head. “Yeah.”

“Like who? Lay it all on me.” Harry grins as she halts to look at him with a raised brow.

“Lay it all on you?” Yn returns to her task, her attention back to the fluffy blanket on top. “Can you handle that?”

A sly grin worms onto his face, dimples etched into his cheek as he walks towards her. His fingertips graze her waist for her to turn around. She teasingly waits for him to say what he wants to say, but he doesn’t before he presses a kiss to her jaw. “I’ve handled your best orgasms, your bratty attitudes, your drunk self.” Harry feels the heat of her cheek against his lips. “And I still manage to get you flustered. I think I can handle it.”

Yn’s hands on his shoulders slide down his arms to rest on his elbows. He makes her sit on the bed for him to crouch between her legs.

The wink he sends her makes her roll her eyes at him. “First of all, they don’t ever seem to shut up. They really like to be annoying without them actually knowing they are. Just be prepared for my aunt Fleur!”

“Why?” He purrs as her hand disappears in his hair to softly scratch his scalp.

“She’s single, yeah? She likes to touch and feel men she finds handsome.” She shakes her head in thought of her aunt. “I know for a fact that she’s gonna try with you.”

Harry chuckles, eyes gleaming. “Hmm, sounds tempting.”

“Don’t even start.”

“So what should I avoid? Give me an example?”

“She’ll grab your butt when she goes in for a hug.” Yn blurts straight out.

Harry barks a laugh, head thrown back and eyes crinkling so much, she doesn’t even see his eyes anymore.

“I’m being serious!”

“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry. Please continue.”

“Okay, uh, there’s cousin Evelyn.” Yn twirls a strand of hair around her finger. “She’s my mum’s sister’s daughter. She likes to tell dirty jokes that make you want to hide. Don’t even introduce yourself. She’ll think her jokes are hilarious to newbies.”

Harry smiles into the skin of her thigh at the nickname. He can’t wait to officially be known to you family as ‘The Boyfriend’. It’s the last part of her he has yet to get to know.

“Okay, aunt Fleur, cousin Evelyn. Anyone else?”

“Uhm, yes, wait. There also uncle Ross, aunt Petra, cousin—”

Harry should have taken her words seriously.

Right as they arrived at the little garden party, Harry immediately greeted her parents. He calmed himself down. First the ones you already know, the ones where you’re secured. After making small talk, he went to get Yn a glass of champagne and met her brother in the kitchen. It was nice to catch up. Harry found out that he is talking to someone for about a month now, going out on a few dates.

He met a few other family members. They were all nice as he introduced himself.

It went downhill when he met aunt Fleur.

Of course Harry went for Yn’s advice with holding his hand out for her to shake, but she said something about having a stick up the arse and dragged him by the shoulders down to hug him. And yes. Her hand rubbed up and down his back and put her hand on his butt like it's the most normal thing.

In spite of Harry being open-minded and pretty okay with most things, he couldn’t help the rosy tint that adorned his whole face in discomfort. Fleur patted his cheek like he was a 10 year old boy and even pinched it.

It hurt.

With a palm pressed to his face, rubbing soothingly over the hurting spot, he searched for his girlfriend, ready to flee from there, but he ran straight into the arms of cousin Evelyn.

The red lipstick that should actually adorn her lips and not smeared across her chin was immediately all over Harry’s cheek and he even thinks there might be some on his neck too.

Harry didn’t mind a lovely greeting but her high-pitched voice mixed with absolutely terrible jokes, had his head pounding with a headache.

He doesn’t like to be the party pooper but how could he have sat there and not look like a pouty kid?

When he managed to escape with the excuse of having to use the toilet, he slipped into the small bathroom with the olive tiles, locking the door after himself.

Slipping his phone from his pocket to quickly send Yn a text saying “Rescued myself in the bathroom! Where are you?”, he groaned, dragging a hand down his face over his stubbly jaw.

But his girlfriend didn’t respond. Neither when he tried calling her.

Carefully, he twisted the key in the lock, walking through the hallway towards the kitchen when a heavy arm fell over his shoulders, having him almost in a choking hold.

“Not so fast, boy!”

It turned out to be uncle Ross who was kinda funny but doesn’t know any personal space if you ask Harry. To top it off, making it all worse, he had a bad smelling cologne. Harry tried to fight the urge to gag, instead smiling and nodding along like he would agree to everything.

But he escaped. Again. Harry saved himself under the big tree, leaning against the trunk, where he has his head rested against and eyes shut now. He needs and deserves that break.

“Hey there, lover boy.”

Harry’s eyes fly open to see his girlfriend walking towards him, a sly smile adorning her lips and her fingers curled around the stem of a champagne glass.

“Where were you?!” He straightens back up, eyes wild and searching her amused ones.

“Hey, don’t worry.” She crouches down to set the glass on the grass besides them and comes back up, her palms traveling up his chest and shoulders to intertwine at his neck.

His hands snake unconsciously to her waist, squeezing although he’s confused. “Where were you?”

She hums, puckering her lips at his. “Doesn’t matter.” Harry pecks her lips, tugging, smiling. Her thumb runs over his cheek where he thinks might me leftovers of red lipstick. “Have you met cousin Evelyn?”

Mouth opening to whine about the terrible encounters he had, he suddenly stops. His eyebrows jump in suspicion. “You did all of this?” Harry can’t believe it. How could he be so dense?

Yn suppresses a smile. “I don’t know what you mean!”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” He shakes his head incredulity. “Do you know how awful that was?” He laughs.

“You’re calling my family awful?” She giggles.

“You know what I mean—”

“Yn!” Someone behind exclaims, cutting Harry off and making Yn pull back a bit. She is engulfed in a bone crushing hug. “My lovely Yn!”

The woman with the raspy voice pulls back to hold her face in her hands. “Aunt Petra.” Yn doesn’t sound too excited.

And Harry’s heart drops for the fourth time that day. Aunt Petra is a sex therapist. Yn said she immediately could tell who was and wasn’t having sex with just a quick scan of her eyes.

Petra pats her shoulder lovingly. “You’re glowing today.”

Harry prays for her to not notice anything.

And as she steps to Harry, Yn shoots him a warning glance, making him all fidgety. He drags a hand through his curls and clears his throat. “Hi, I’m—”

“Harry! Yes, I’ve already heard of you. Thought you would be hiding from me.” She cackles, winking and waving her hand for him to come over. He gulps, watching Yn trying to control her body language. “C’mere. C’mere.”

Harry notices the smirk playing around her lips as she squeezes him into a tight embrace. “Yn, you got yourself a handsome man here, huh? Where can I get one?”

Yn chuckles nervously, glancing toward Harry for help. But Harry just laughs it off. “Please, I’m-I’m blushing.”

“Is Emilio here?” She asks Yn, turning to the rest of the garden to scan over it.

“Yeah, I think he’s with the kids.”

“I’m going to say hi to him.” Walking a few steps backwards, smiling when Harry wraps his arm around her shoulders to tug her into his side. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna tell a soul you both had sex recently.” She turns to walk to the rest of the family.

Harry’s mouth falls open, scoffing through an incredulous laugh. “How the—”

Yn slaps his arm, frowning at his boyish cackling. “It’s all your fault!”

“Holy shit, babe! She’s a witch!” He giggles.

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#harry styles #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles writing #harry styles fic #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #myblurbs

[milkchu]

— 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a rich and famous ceo hires kuroo and bokuto to be the bodyguards of his daughter, (y/n) (l/n). unfortunately, (y/n) is a spoiled little rich girl that makes it hell for them.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader x bokuto koutarou

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: don’t read if you’re under 18; nsfw/smut, kinda dark!kuroo & dark!bokuto, dubcon, dirty talk, threesome, car sex, oral (both m & f), squirting, some hair-pulling, rough & unprotected sex, degradation, brat-taming, inappropriate use of a necktie, cheating (y/n is in a relationship). unedited!

𝐚/𝐧: this is literally just my horny 3am thoughts. also, just imagine them in black suits in this one.

"i’ll be there soon, tooru-kun!” your sickeningly sweet voice echoed from the back of the limo. “yeah, yeah, i love you too,” you rolled your eyes as you adjusted your feet to rest on the couch before hanging up on your boyfriend.

after throwing your phone into your prada bag, you sighed as you stared outside, seeing all the people walking to work or heading towards the train station. can’t relate, you thought as you stared at your freshly manicured nails.

“can’t you drive any faster, kuroo? i’m gonna be late for my date!” you huffed as you glared at him through the rear view mirror.

“i’m already driving at the speed limit, miss,” kuroo replied before his partner, bokuto added, “if we go any faster, we’ll get pulled over by the police.”

“ugh, who cares? my dad can pay them off anyway,” you said, “if you weren’t such a slow ass driver, we would’ve arrived by now.”

“if you didn’t take so fucking long to get ready, you would have been at your stupid date with your little bitch boyfriend by now,” kuroo angrily mumbled.

“did you say something, kuroo?” you raised your eyebrow at him, before bokuto nervously let out a laugh, “don’t worry, miss! he’s just a little mad at the old lady crossing the street right now!” turning back to his partner, bokuto mumbled to him, “calm down, dude.”

“hmph, you know i can just easily call my dad to fire you both, right?” you relaxed into your seat, while the two men up front start to tense up.

“there are many others who can replace you, you know. hmmm, maybe i’ll ask my dad to hire those cute twins, they’re probably more competent than you two,” you smirk, as you went on your phone, looking for your dad’s number.

meanwhile, bokuto looked at his partner with a now completely different and serious look before kuroo looked back at him and nodded slowly.

putting your phone up to your ear, you greeted your dad, “hey, daddy! are you in a meeting right now?” not even noticing that kuroo had taken a different route and that bokuto had slid from the front seat to the back.

“oh, that’s good! listen, you know kuroo and bokuto? yeah, i think you should- mmph!” bokuto’s hand suddenly covered your mouth, while his other hand took your phone and immediately hung up on your dad.

you looked at bokuto with shocked eyes, before his face went closer to yours, “don’t you fucking make a sound, little girl,” he chuckled, “kuroo and i are just going to teach you a little lesson.”

you whimpered through his hand, before letting out a squeal as you felt his other, cold hand run up your thigh under your skirt and finally, to your panties.

“oooh, lace panties? did you wear this for your boyfriend, (y/n)-chan?” bokuto’s darkened eyes look up at you, “were you hoping that he was going take you home and fuck your slutty cunt after your date?”

his fingers then start to press against your entrance through the fabric, squirming against him as you start to relax and let your juices slowly gush out from inside of you.

 “oh look, kuroo, she’s already so fucking wet,” bokuto groaned, raising his sticky fingers to show his partner through the rear view mirror. 

kuroo felt himself harden as he looked at the mirror, “just wait ‘til i get back there, kitten,” he growled as he tried to focus on driving, “i’m going to ruin you.”

“that’s right, kuroo’s the roughest one out of both of us,” bokuto let out a chuckle, as he continued to rub your wet panties, “he shows no mercy.”

noticing the scared look in your eyes, he smirked, “oh don’t worry, baby girl, i’m not as rough as him.”

your heart starts to pound faster as bokuto slowly kneeled down in front of you, his hand still covering your mouth. he looks up at you with lust-filled eyes before saying, “i want to taste you so badly, baby girl. would you like that?”

you let out a moan before nodding, tears almost filling your eyes from the anticipation.

“i also want to hear your sweet moans,” bokuto cooed, “will you promise to be a good girl when i remove my hand?”

you let out a “mhm,” through his hand before he finally removed it, “good girl,” he said, before pulling your lips towards his for a surprising soft kiss. both your lips molded against each other perfectly, before he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

“your lips taste like strawberries,” he smiled at your blushing and panting face, before he slowly kneeled back down, “but i wonder what you taste like down here?”

you felt his hands slowly pull your panties down your legs, feeling the cold leather couch on your bare skin, before lifting your skirt up to reveal your wet, glistening pussy to him.

extremely embarrassed, you looked away from him, “s-stop staring so much...” your cheeks warmed, before bokuto let out a small laugh, “aw, don’t be so embarrassed, baby. we already know that you’re a little slut.”

“now, just let me taste this slutty cunt of yours,” he groaned before pressing his lips to your entrance, your sweet juices immediately filling his mouth, “you taste so fucking good, baby,” he mumbled against you, sending light vibrations to your pussy.

“keep her fucking wet for me, bo,” kuroo said from the front, palming himself through his black slacks, already imagining how tight you would be around him.

“don’t worry,” bokuto replied, his mouth still on your pussy, “i will,” before bringing his lips to your clit, softly sucking on it. “hah!” you let out a loud moan, your hand pushing the back of his head deeper onto you.

while bokuto’s face was buried in between your legs, his hands expertly unbuttoned your top and unclipped your bra from the front, immediately letting his hands knead your tits while his thumbs brush against your hardened nipples.

with the combined pleasure, you already felt your insides coiling up as bokuto continued to lap at your sensitive pearl, feeling the bolts of pleasure course through your body. 

meanwhile, kuroo had already unzipped his pants, letting his hard dick out, stroking it, while his other hand is on the wheel.

“i can feel you getting close, baby girl,” bokuto looked up at you with dark eyes, his mouth still suckling on your clit, “are you going to cum?”

tears filled your eyes again as you heavily panted and looked down at him, nodding before throwing your head back into the headrest.

bokuto chuckled against your clit before mumbling, “then fucking cum, baby girl. cum in my mouth. fill my mouth with your sweet juices.”

his lips moved quicker against your clit as his fingers continued to twist and pull at your nipples before your hands started to pull on his hair, finally feeling yourself release into his mouth, “hah! fuck fuck fuck-” you cried out, feeling your juices gush out from your throbbing pussy. 

“oh fuck, that’s it,” bokuto groaned against your cunt, letting your juices stain his mouth, running down his neck and to his shirt and tie. he let out a laugh, looking at his now stained suit, “holy shit- look, kuroo, she squirted all over me!” before softly brushing his finger against your throbbing clit, “such a good girl.”

“oh yeah? good fucking timing because i finally found a place where i can pull over,” kuroo let out a dark chuckle, not bothering to zip his pants back up as he got out of the driver’s seat.

“ohoho, you’re in for a ride, baby girl,” bokuto smirked, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead before sitting on the other seat, waiting for his partner to get in the back.

you were still recovering from the orgasm bokuto gave you, it was definitely something you had never experienced before. not even when your old bodyguard used to sneak into your room every night. 

your thoughts were immediately interrupted when the door to the back suddenly opened, revealing kuroo with his dick literally out in the open. “get on all fours, brat,” he growled.

letting out a surprised whimper, you obeyed, immediately getting on all fours, kuroo stroking himself as he stared at your still throbbing, wet cunt. 

closing the door as he went inside, kuroo kneeled behind you, slapping your cunt with his hard dick, “fuck,” he groaned before bokuto said, “such a pretty pussy, right, kuroo?”

“fuck yeah,” kuroo moaned, roughly pulling at his necktie to remove it then grabbing both your wrists on your back to tie them up with it, “this will teach you to not be a spoiled fucking brat.”

he then started to line his cock up to your pussy, “are you ready for my cock, kitten?” he growled, rubbing the head against your folds, letting your juices smother his cock before finally pushing it in.

“fuck, bo. she’s so fucking tight,” kuroo threw his head back, feeling your insides clench against his cock. he’s so big, i can already feel myself getting close, you moaned into the leather seat.

meanwhile, bokuto also had his cock out, stroking it as he watched his friend pound into your pussy from behind. “get over here, bo. fuck her face,” kuroo groaned, before bokuto chuckled, “with pleasure.” 

bokuto then walked up to you, before sitting down in front of your face. he gently pulled your face up towards his thick cock, pre-cum already dripping down his head, “go ahead, baby girl, open,” he cooed.

you obeyed, opening your mouth before bokuto entered, thrusting in and out of your teary-eyed face. “fuck, her mouth feels so good.”

“yeah? you like bo’s thick cock deep in your throat while i pound this slutty cunt of yours?” kuroo growled, watching his cock roughly go in and out of you, his balls slapping against your sensitive clit.

as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you did. you think back to those times where you would pull up the privacy screen in the limo so they wouldn’t see you touching yourself. or when you would imagine that it was either of them when you were underneath tooru in bed.

“oh yeah, i can feel you tightening around me,” kuroo growled, as he continued to pound into you, “are you gonna cum again?” before his hand trailed down to your clit, sending more bolts of electricity through your body.

you whimpered against bokuto’s cock, feeling the head of his cock almost hit the back of your throat. “fuck, i’m close too,” bokuto groaned, pulling at your hair to thrust harder and deeper into your mouth.

“then let’s all cum together,” kuroo moaned, quickening his pace as he felt your insides pulsate against his cock. “fuck, squirt for me like you did for bo, come on, kitten,” his finger continued to roughly rub against your clit.

“shit, i can feel her getting close,” kuroo gritted his teeth. you moan loudly against bokuto, sending vibrations down his cock, as he’s about to cum too. 

“we’re gonna fill you up so much,” bokuto groaned, watching as his cock disappeared into your mouth. “that’s right,” kuroo gritted his teeth, “you’ll be our little cumslut.”

with that, you finally felt your insides explode. kuroo growled, “fuck, she’s cumming, i can feel her pussy- fuuuuck,” he threw his head back, feeling your juices gush onto his cock and drip down your thighs before releasing his load into you.

“shit, me too-” bokuto pulled on your hair harder, filling your mouth with his hot cum. moaning against his cock, you looked up at him with your mascara running down your cheeks, “fuck, what a good cumslut you are, swallowing all my cum.”

finally pulling his cock out of your mouth, bokuto grabbed a handkerchief from his front pocket to wipe the mascara away from your cheeks, finally letting you breathe normally.

kuroo then slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum mixed with yours dripped out of your pussy, down your thighs, and onto the leather seat, “fuck, look at that. such a pretty pussy filled with my cum.”

“mmm, yeah, make sure you keep all that cum inside you while you’re on your date with oikawa-kun, okay?” kuroo darkly chuckled, before bokuto added, “that’s right, you’re our spoiled little cumslut now.”

staring up at both of them while still high on the pleasure and ecstasy they gave you, the sound of your phone ringing interrupted the air.

bokuto then pulled out your phone, “oooh, it’s your daddy! he’s probably worried because you hung up on him.”

“yeah, you were saying something about bo and i?” kuroo smirked, stroking your face before bokuto answered the phone and put it up next to your ear.

‘(y/n)! are you okay? you hung up on me, you were saying something about your bodyguards?’

“yeah, kuroo and bokuto... i think you should- you should give them a raise. they’re the best bodyguards i could ever ask for.”

#milkchu fics #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #hq smut #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutarou x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou smut #bokuto koutarou smut

[beauenfer]

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒔;

one ━━ ★ ⌒*･ﾟ𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞

♡. 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎; The Vampire Diaries

♡. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; Damon Salvatore x fem!Reader

♡. 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈; language, barely sexual themes

˚ . ⊹ ₊ ˚ . ✦　˚ . ˚ ✦ . ˚ ₊ enjoy ˚ . ⊹ ₊ ˚ . ✦　˚ . ˚ ✦ . ˚ ₊

✦. Of course, you guys didn’t get together immediately... it took a few years of staring and a few years of talking on the rooftop at 3:00 am with a bottle of bourbon for anything to actually happen

✦. Elena this, Katherine that. That’s all really Damon cared about during that time... also getting revenge on his brother

✦. but when you guys did get together, it’s almost like you were better off being friends with how much you guys argued about every little thing

✦. Damon was too overprotective, too reckless, just too much everything you almost couldn’t handle it

✦. you were always worried for his safety, knowing his sarcasm and carelessness could get him seriously hurt (which it always did)

✦. you always patched him up though

✦. during one serious fight where he was on the brink of death, he refused to drink your blood because he didn’t want to hurt you, or worse, kill you, but you forced him and ended up staying in bed for a few days

✦. he hated himself for that, not able to even glance at you much less visit you

✦. you doubted the relationship at the beginning, for many many reasons, but the main one being the undying love he supposedly had for Elena before you got together

✦. you were insecure, and the voice in your head always told you Damon still loved Elena and he was only using you in an attempt to finally get over her, or even make her jealous

✦. you guys broke it off several times, either Damon was being the bad boy again, or Damon killed this person for no reason, or Damon did this, Damon did that. It was usually always Damon’s fault

✦. you would have a sleep over with your girl friends and eat ice cream during these times, where they would help you realize Damon was the love of your life

✦. you day drank with Damon and Alaric at The Grill, talking shit about the new enemy in town you guys had to deal with or just drinking in general to pass the time

✦. sometimes, very rarely though, you even got jealous of how much attention Alaric seemed to get from Damon

✦. Damon was a lot to handle, with his charm and damn bright blue eyes ladies seemed to drool over

✦. speaking of, those blue eyes of his always had girls at his beck and call, all he had to do was that sexy smirk of his and the eye thing and they were putty in his hands. He used that to his full advantage of course

✦. Damon didn’t care about those girls, however, and he certainly didn’t have any feelings for Elena any more. Despite what you thought, Damon would give the world to you and more if it meant seeing you smile, or hearing you laugh. He loved you probably more than you loved him, he just didn’t say it

✦. he felt unworthy of your love, after everything he’s done in his life he didn’t want to drag you into it. He was a vampire, a murderer. He didn’t want you to hate him like everyone else seemed to

✦. he didn’t tell you any of this, just pushed you away and drank his sorrows until he went on some bender and killed innocent people to try and numb the pain he felt

✦. he did this a lot, but you kept coming back and he didn’t understand why you did

✦. you should’ve been scared whenever he showed up in your bedroom, just as you were about to go to bed, blood drenching his form as he sat on the edge of your mattress with tears brimming in his eyes

✦. it was times like that that made your love for him blossom into what it is now, and during those moments you would hold him and swear that you would protect this boy with your life

✦. you guys went on road trips randomly, it was always Damon’s idea. He would snatch you up and steal you away from Mystic Falls for a few days and visit the bars he would go to during the seventies, or just walk through random towns and get shit faced later

✦. you liked to show him off wherever you went, knowing no other woman was ever going to have a man as beautiful as him. Honestly, hitching a guy that attractive made you kinda cocky whenever you went in public

✦. whenever you guys were around Elena, you would feel kinda awkward at first, but Damon would become really touchy, his way of saying you had nothing to worry about

✦. he was just touchy in general, though. he would always hold your hand, have an arm around your shoulder, your hip. he just loved touching you

✦. you would come to the boarding house just to take a shower in his drool-worthy bathroom, which he would invite himself to

✦. he loved to tease you and get you all riled up in places where you could do nothing about it, like a glorious party at the Lockwood Mansion or a friendly get together at The Mystic Grill Caroline had put together

✦. you guys would stay up all night in front of the fireplace whenever it was just you two, the fire warm on your skin as you cuddled into Damon’s side and demanded he told you stories of his past

✦. he was immensely protective, and whenever he felt that you were threatened he would stand in front you like a wall, ready to shield you from harms way

✦. you guys took baths together in his vintage tub, champagne in your hand and bubbles surrounding you both. Damon always took this as an opportunity to take things to another level

✦. you two get drunk and dance around the house to loud music all day

✦. whenever he makes you mad you sometimes take his daylight ring to mess with him

✦. he always gave you nicknames, and you knew it was serious whenever he used your real name

✦. he gave you compliments, eyebrow wiggles, smirks, and dirty jokes during the most inappropriate of times

✦. “oh come on, sweet cheeks, don’t be such a downer. We’re not at home... yet.” he would smirk as he carelessly threw a graying vampire corpse into the trunk of his Camaro

✦. Damon was always having fun, no matter where he went or what he was doing. And whenever you weren’t in the mood he’d just do that little pout of his and grab your hands. Then he’d bring them up to his lips and kiss them. That always made you smile

✦. you always had his back even when he was clearly in the wrong, always defended him and said he was innocent

✦. he would fight with you about that, a glass of bourbon in his hand as you two fought in front of the fireplace, anger just as vivid as the flames

✦. “Then stop loving me!”, “I can’t!”

✦. (had to put that iconic moment in there)

✦. Damon usually ends up fighting someone in your honor, whether it be some guy who said something inappropriate about you or another vampire trying to kill you

✦. he made sure you had vervain on you at all times, and he even told you to use it on him if he ever got dangerous

✦. you always managed to bring him back to his humanity whenever he went emotionless

✦. he gave you gifts he’s acquired over his long life. A pearl necklace from the 20’s or one of his leather jackets from the 80’s

✦. you guys were always used as a bargaining tool to each other. A bad bad man would kidnap one of you and torture you as a way of getting to the other and it worked every time

✦. Damon seduces you with just a look in the most random of times, and you have no choice but to comply and follow him to his car

✦. speaking of his car, you’re the only one he trusts to drive it

✦. he would gladly let someone else die if it meant you were alive and breathing in front of him, because he didn’t believe a world without you was a world worth living in

✦. and sometimes, his love for you could get so overwhelming and you would just tell him you didn’t need to be coddled and protected all the damn time. you weren’t a child

✦. he made breakfast for you during those special lazy mornings, pancakes stacked on a plate and dripping with syrup as his classic songs played in the background

✦. he gets on your nerves sometimes with how playful he gets, like he can never take anything serious

✦. whenever Damon’s about to do something reckless, you talk him out of it which makes him angry because you have such a hold on him

✦. you and Damon don’t care where you are whenever you decide to suddenly have sex, and Stefan has stumbled into that one too many times... the kitchen, the parlor, his bedroom...

✦. Damon staying up all night with Stefan and having a serious talk about you and the future you two have together

✦. he talks about you to Alaric during their bro time at The Grill, and Alaric just smiles as he lazily sips from his drink at 11:00 in the morning

✦. you guys are always worried for the other and get distracted easily if it has to do with the other person, which causes you to get hurt sometimes

✦. This is a whole different issue but because of your dependency on each other you’re forced to take a break from one another

✦. Damon doesn’t take that lightly, spending the time moping and trying to see you at every minute of the day. Bonnie has to cast an entrapment spell on both your houses

✦. Damon always being crazy and funny and making you laugh, but also frustrating you and challenging you and making you do things you never imagined yourself doing, all in the name of love

✦. you guys dance in the living room to slow music, his hand tight on your lower back and his eyes full of so many emotions he can’t put into words

✦. despite it all, you and Damon are always going to fiercely love each other and protect each other and stay loyal to each other for the rest of your lives, because you’re it for him, and he’s it for you

✦. “you got the girl.”

✦. “I got the girl.”

✦. you just chose the better man, I guess

#tvd #the vampire diaries #tvd fanfiction #tvd fandom #tvdforever #tvd imagine #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore headcanon #tvd headcanon #dating damon includes #damon salvatore imagine #damon salvatore #damon fanfic

[brideofcthulhu10]

The Lost Boys Find Out Their Fem!S/O is Pregnant [4/4]

SUBJECT WARNING: PHYSICAL AGRESSION, SEXUAL THEMES AND A WHOLE LOT OF SWEARING. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

Alrighty then, my lovely fang babes! Here we are, we have the last of the first edition of the pregnancy saga! Worry not, dearest readers, for there is hope! I plan on doing a separate series about going through the pregnancy, and maybe even going through the childbirth with how the boys are as new dads. Let me know in the comments if you'd like to see more, and by tomorrow night we'll have a whole new set to love!

It was such a blast writing Paul's, I'm not gonna lie I got lost in the magic! We have a cute little character cameo for all you 80s movie nerds, lemme know if you can figure out what it is! So, without any more delays; here he is. The gorgeous, the goofy, the one, the only:

PAUL

Today had been an unexpected challenge. You barely got through your shift at the record store, every time you were in light it made you dizzy. Hangovers had nothing on this! Did you drink too much the night before? No, now that you thought about it any attempts to drink had you hugging a toilet. Not to mention your period was late as hell! Well, not the cramps, go figure. Just no blood. None at all. 

You never let on to your beau, Paul, though. The party boy vampire would become overly worried if you told him you were sick, and you weren't about to spoil a good time with a bit of nausea. So here you were, stumbling about the day into the late afternoon absolutely miserable. Your manager Iona offered you some crackers and ginger ale during your lunch break. No dice, within an hour you were running to the bathroom again. 

"Gosh hon, I dunno what ta tell ya. Maybe you ate something nasty, I told you that boardwalk food was fishy," Iona sighed, poking at her own lunch with a fork. Currently your coworker Andie was watching the front until you were feeling better.

"Kill me now, Iona," you groaned, chin resting on the table with your arms laid over your head. Then there was a smell. The greatest, most flavorful, mouthwatering scent you've ever experienced. Like a honey baked ham and a New York sirloin had a glorious new baby drizzled in ecstasy. Glancing over, your stomach growled at whatever it could be. If this were a cartoon you'd be flying to what it was.

Oddly enough, it was coming from Iona. Well, whatever black stuff was in her little plastic tupperware dish. Who cares what it was, it smelled incredible.

"Hey uh..," you asked, leaning over towards the sticky, mysterious delicacy calling your name. "You wouldn't mind if I had a bite, would ya?"

"You sure, hon? This isn't exactly your average dish, it's kinda weird," she tried to explain. God you couldn't take your eyes off it! Finally, your merciful manager pushed it your way, and you couldn't resist any longer. 

"I don't even care, this is the first thing in the past two days that hasn't made me nauseous," you muffled between cosmic bites.

Oh shit, this was heaven! It had to be some sort of meat, it reminded her of a nice spicy kielbasa, a slow roasted brisket, every second it changed to some new world of food you had never tried. What it was didn't matter by this point.

"Wooow. I've never met someone who liked black pudding that much."

Pudding? "I thought it was meat or something? It doesn't taste anything like pudding," you insisted, polishing off the very last specs of it. "Got any more?"

"No, no, not like chocolate pudding or stuff like that, kiddo. black pudding. It's this dish from the UK my new boyfriend made me. It's congealed pig's and cow blood mixed with spices."

You made a face. Blood? Like, blood blood? The cow equivalent of what Paul drank on a daily basis? Yet this was the first time you didn't puke, in fact, you kinda wanted more. Even knowing what is was made of.. for some reason you craved more. Meanwhile Iona continued to talk on and on, until one phrase caught your ears. "Yea, ya know my mom was so into for the longest time. Said she craved it her whole pregnancy, I never got a taste for it honestly."

A single thought popped into your head. A dangerous, foreboding thought that your intuition said was very much a possibility. In a flash you jumped up, nearly slamming your hands on the table. "I gotta go. Oh shit, I gotta go! I'll be right back, I swear, I'm so sorry, I swear to god I'll be right back," you shouted as you bolted out of the store.

"Wait what-?!"

You'd make it up to her once you got back. You had to know! You had to be sure..! Please just let it be paranoia! Please let it be anything, anything at all besides what you thought it was!

Once you reached the nearest CVS you made a B-line to the women's health section. Your hair clung to your face, your lungs stung like crazy but all you could think about was getting answers. And cue the disapproving glare of some old bat picking out a box of pads. Alright being 17 in front of the pregnancy tests looked bad. You weren't just a high schooler, you looked it too. "What're you looking at, " you snarl. Immediately she clutched her pearls, startled by this abrasive youngin' in no mood for dirty looks. God why'd there have to be so many options? Pink boxes, purple ones, bright yellow insisting it worked the fastest. The heavy fluorescent lights were no help at all, it made your head spin. You had no time for this crap. In a sweeping motion you grabbed three different brands and threw them into your basket, all you needed was….where was your wallet? Shit... Glancing around you checked for any nearby cameras or staff. Karma be damned, it was an emergency! Five finger discount it was. 

Once again you made a mad dash back to the record store as the sun finally set. All three boxes were crumpled in your hand, your boots running so fast it you hit a rock that'd be it.

But getting back to the record store was your best bet. You weren't about to pee in some dirty, old, nasty pharmacy bathroo- oh fuck. There was something that finally slowed your steps, nearly making you trip in the process. Four bikes parked right outside. Three of which were occupied by by Dwayne, David and Marko all talking amongst themselves.

Shiiiit, shit, shit! All you could do was swear repeatedly. Before they could spot you, you practically dove into the alleyway behind the store, rapidly disabling the alarm. If that went off it'd be a dead giveaway. Quickly you looked left and right before you slammed the door shut behind you still trying to catch air.

But there, right past the door to the employees lounge, over by the counter you could see a mass of blonde hair chatting away with Iona about Led Zeppelin's best album to date. Paul, gorgeous as every, laughing. It made your heart flutter, but then it sank. What if it was a-... He was never the type to run away from a challenge. But then again, a kid wasn't a challenge, it was a massive ordeal. It would take a huge chunk of his life- well, afterlife! Boozing and cruising would be switched out with drowsy days and busy nights. You weren't sure if you wanted him to know if you were, it would take all that from him. Unfortunately, he must've smelled you or sonething, because immediately he turned around like a puppy being called.

"Babe," he cheered with delight, rushing over to hug you. Rather squeeze you by your hips and lift you four feet off the ground. Quickly you stuffed the skinny boxes into your back pocket, now smushed up against his chest. "Where were you? Ion's said you just bolted mid-shift, we were worried sick! Well, I mean, I was more worried though, cuz I can't stand you bein' gone, kitten."

"Well, yeah uh, I forgot something I had to get at the store, and I forgot what time I got off," you hesitated, still antsy to escape to the bathroom. Truthfully you didn't actually want to, you had to! If you could, you'd just kiss him and ride off into the night to raise some hell like you always did. But this was too big to ignore.

Paul raised a brow. You weren't known for being this jumpy. You wouldn't look him in the eyes, they just kept darting towards the bathroom. Boy, you really did look sick, though. Pale, almost greenish with dark circles under your eyes. You even felt colder than usual. "Am I uh, interrupting something, babe?"

You managed to work out if his arms, giggling nervously. "Actually I-I had some of Iona's lunch earlier, and I just, gotta- be right back!"

With that, you bolted into the bathroom and slammed the door behind you. Again, weird. Paul just shrugged, maybe you had some bad Mexican.

 Iona wasn't convinced. Little miss jumpy-pants skipping out on her, you owed her an explanation. While Paul perused the albums she sunk over to the bathroom, rapidly tapping on the door. "Y/N! Psst! You good in there, hon?"

You were most certainly NOT good! Your hand shook, the third test finally finished. Not like it mattered! They all said the same thing. Every fucking one of them.

Positive. Positive. Positive.

No, no, no!

"Shit," you hissed. "Shit! Oh shit, oh fuck! Fuck-fuckity shit fuck fuck! Dammit." That's all you could do! You swore over, and over, and over, rapidly kicking the wall in front of you. Stupid pink plus! Why? Why did it have to be a plus?? Immediately you threw it in the trash and scooped up the other two. Maybe they were all flukes? Maybe only a doctor could tell you! You had to get home. Like now. Right now, you just had to rush home, make an appointment at the doctors, maybe hide in shame for a few days just until you could figure out what the hell to do with all this! Once again you wedged the tests in your back pocket and nearly tripped, cracking open the door to face your boss. "Iona, I gotta get home."

"Seriously, Y/N?? Why? What is with you?"

"Please, I swear I will make it up to you, I'll take a double shift, I'll wash your damn car-"

"Oh no, nuh-uh. Not until you tell me why you're being such a spaz," she practically shouted in a hissing whisper, absolutely exasperated. You teens and your drama, when she always said she wanted to fell young again this is NOT what she meant!  

"Listen i-... iyay amyay egnantpray," you whispered. Pig latin. It was a little code you two usually reserved for secrets. Well, that and talking smack about snotty customers. But wow was this a big ol' secret. 

Iona covered her mouth. Oh, you little idiot! You poor little idiot. Looking over at the unsuspecting boyfriend she sighed, looking you in the eyes. She wanted to just tell you to come clean to your man. The boy hung around you constantly, you two were the ultimate it-couple, there wasn't even sparks it was like watching supernovas. Something this big.. it shouldn't be left in the dark!

But that pitiful expression on your face just begged her to keep quiet, and frankly it wasn't her place to tell you what to do- well, at least in this regard. "Alright, alright. This saturday you're taking my night time shift, there's a big concert I wanna go to. And you gotta wax my car, it's gettin' nasty. And you better write the best damn apology note in the history of apology notes, sweetie. This is huge, you better come clean to him eventually, or I'll kick your little butt you hear me?"

"Yes. Absolutely, fine, deal. Just please, please keep him busy, I'm not ready to tell him," you whined, clutching the door. Frankly it sounded like a piss poor plan, but it couldn't be helped, not right now at least. You didn't have the strength to confront the situation head on, you were barely keeping it together. You wanted to cry all over, jump into his arms and come clean now, but this was neither the time or place.

As soon as Iona went to go over to Paul you stuffed the tests into your purse and bolted out the back door, only this time stealth was not on your side. Right at the mouth of the alleyway, just as you were about to be home free- you ran smack dab into a particularly lithe blonde that felt like a brick wall. You went flying onto the ground, your purse crashing onto concrete with a hundred pieces of your privacy going every direction. In a panic you began to rapidly stuff it all back, barely able to hide the first two tests as you threw some half baked apology Marko's way. Honestly he deserved a better one than that, but you were too frazzled to be fair at the moment.

"Oh shit, Y/N," Marko exclaimed, immediately kneeling down to help you gather the scattered remains of your purse. "Sorry, I didn't even see you, I was coming back for a smoke. Big Ed is such a douche, can you believe theres no smoking on the-..." His words trailed off, and you shortly saw why. Grasped between his pointer finger and thumb was the little pink strip, and a look of complete disbelief. All you could do was snatch it from him, a heavy moment of silence magically muffling the wild noise and shouts of the busy boardwalk. 

"Do...D-Don't worry about it. Look, I gotta get home, I'll see you arou-," you started, trying to jump up, maybe catch him off guard and make a run for it. Not this time. 

You hadn't even noticed he grabbed your wrist, it was such a blur. He stayed silent, standing up and looking right into your eyes with hidden malcontent. You swore if you answered wrong this mischievous cat would tear your throat out. After all, you were his best friend's girl. If you did anything, ANYTHING, to hurt him... Well, let's just say a pregnancy would be the least of your worries. "Why are you running, Y/N? What the hell is this thing," he asked quietly, eyes flickering between red and blue. "Did you…?"

"Oh don't fuckin' even," You snapped, smacking his arm, yanking your hand out of his grasp. "Of course not! You butt! God, are you serious? What do you take me for- No! I- fuck I just- no!" You kick the tin trash can beside you, watching a plethora of trash fly into the air. "I am freaking out! Of course it's Paul's. Oh fucking god, it's Paul's and I don't know what to do!"

Marko's expression softened, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, I didn't mean to make it sound like that, Y/N. Paul's my friend, I just had to be sure you weren't sneaking around, you know?"

You sighed, pushing back your mess of a hair with misty eyes. This was perfect, a real big screw up from start to finish. All you could do was look over at Marko with pleading eyes. "You can't tell him yet. Please, just please please PLEASE, Marko, don't tell Paul yet!"

"Tell me what, babe?"

Shit. Shit on a stick. You looked behind to see Paul halfway out the back door with a look of concern, one that he rarely carried. You and your dumb mouth, go figure.

The blonde pushed through and let the door close behind him, looking over at his best bud standing alone with his girlfriend who was begging him to keep something secret, from him no less.

 "Marko?"

"Nah, nah, don't look at me man, this is all on you guys," he sighed, hands up in a shielding motion. "Good luck buddy. Gotta go, Y/N." with that the young vampire excused himself from this melting pot of drama, hands stuffed in his pockets. 

You just stood there, keeping the little strip tightly grasped behind your back. Paul was silent, but glancing at his hands you saw they were balled so tight his knuckles were white. "P-paul…," you hesitated, biting down on your bottom lip. "I should really… get home.."

Paul only raised a brow, glancing at your arms still tucked behind you. This wasn't like you to hide from him, and that alone frightened him. Nothing had ever frightened him before. And he didn't like the taste of it one bit. "What's behind your back, babe?"

"What?"

Again his spoke, this time his voice lowered into a low growl. "What... do you have... behind your back, babe?" The way he said it was so firm, it made you shake a little. You didn't like stern Paul. They way he hissed the word "babe", practically spoken through clenched teeth

Your throat ached, eyes darting across the ground struggling to think up a good excuse. Anything. A book, your purse, a surprise for him! Anything!

"N-nothing." Apparently, you failed to find any excuses. Great.

Paul's knuckles began to crack, jumping forward to try and snatch it from behind you. When you dodged him, he grew even more furious. You both began to struggle, pushing him away, insisting he just stop and let you leave. But every attempt to reject him only upset him further. Why were you hiding things from him?! How could you just ditch him at the record store when he was worried sick about you??

The struggle built up until finally he had enough. His eyes turned white with rings of fire, brow looming heavily over his eyes and fangs jutting out where his incisors once were. In a flash he grabbed you by you wrists, pinning you so hard to the wall it shook. You still tried to struggle. Thrash, kick, squirm! Steel wished it could be so strong, your muscles ached. This probably wasn't even his full strength, but it dwarfed you in comparison. This terrifying side of Paul you had certainly seen before, but never had you been on the receiving end. It was in all sense of the word, predatorial. He'd never try to kill you, but you still felt that horror build up inside. Rapid, sharp breaths made your chest heave, too afraid to look up at those red eyes still fixated on whatever you kept hidden from him. He continued to pry your stubborn fingers open, ignoring your shaking whimpers. He squoze your wrist, the tendons aching and contracting until your fingertips began to lift up. Any resistance was pretty much useless at this point, but dammit you still tried everything to worm out of his grip. But he had finally had it, you weren't gonna be keeping secrets from him. Now your last finger was pushed off, and he could see what was so damn important that you physically fought him to keep it secret. It was almost slow motion the way the strip spun to the ground, clattering down and landing beside his mud caked boots. He froze, slowly looking down at it. That's it? That's all you-...

You could barely read his face, so many different emotions flashing across it all at once. Occasionally he'd look back up at you, then back down at it. To the point you almost got annoyed that you were still being stuck to a wall while the reality set in. After all, it didn't take a rocket scientist to know what that was, just put you down already!

Paul looked at you still pinned beneath him, horrified at how he lost his temper and immediately released you. Still rubbing away the pain across your wrists, you watched him pick it up. A wave of guilt swarmed your body, you didn't know whether to hug him or punt him in the chest.

Hell, a massive tidal wave of guilt overflowed him too. It'd been such a long time since he got that angry.. but worst of all he'd never been like that with you. Never grabbed you so forcefully and ignored your pleas, it was a dark side of him he never wanted to display in front of you. Glancing at the little pink plus at the end of the stick, his mind swirled with a plethora of questions. But slowly he stood up, looking down at you still really trying to process everything that had happened in the past few minutes. "I don't… I don't understand.."

"You- You are such an ass," you shouted out of nowhere, enough that it made him jump. There you were. That's the fiery girl he knew, not the one he exactly wanted to be on the opposing side of at the moment, though.

Paul wasn't surprised you were pissed, but he definitely didn't expect you to start punching his arm. Again. Then again, and again you just kept hiting his arms, his chest, pushing and crying, you were so mad you wanted to chuck him in the ocean! It didn't really hurt that much, but he felt awful he drove you to that point.

Tears blurred your vision as you lashed out on him. All you could do was yell names between sobs, even whack him with your purse. "Paul, you absolute jerk! Butt! Jackass! You smarmy, half wit, blood-sucking tool! You said you were packing blanks, you absolute liar! I was gonna tell yo-! I mean, I know I shouldn't have run-! But you just couldn't wait- and then Marko- and you! You ! Jerk ! Butthead !"

"Hey, ow! Ow! Ow, dammit! I know, I know I went to far-ow not the hair dammit," he demanded, grabbing your arms before you could lay another mighty blow. "Babe! Babe, stop! I thought I was! I swear I didn't know- I-..I never thought that I could get you...." His hands slowly released your shoulders, moving to your hips. "I'm so sorry, baby. I swear, I didn't know.. I'm so sorry."

The way his voice softened only made you want to cry more. This whole day was a mess. You didn't mean to try and run.. You never should've tried to in the first place. God, you were so tired. All this running around, all this secrecy, the fighting, it was exhausting. Paul was the last person you wanted to fight. Sure you had spats and a few heated arguments. Every couple did, even vampires. But this, it was just so.m draining. With a firm thud you plopped your forehead on his sternum, your fingers tightly clinging to the upper sleeves of his jacket. "Wh-what am I supposed to do-… what are we supposed to do now..?"

Paul pondered his options with a solemn face, but there was only one that made him happy. Only one that sat right in his heart. What else could he possibly do, there was only ever going to be one answer even if you told him right away. Most of all, he couldn't stand the sorrow in your eyes. A frown never suited such a beautiful face. He never expected there to be anything to come from your heavy sexcapades, it never seemed like there was any risks in it. He'd never seen a vampire munchkin, least of all he'd never even heard of a vamp conceiving with a human. All he knew now is you, crying in his arms, terrified of what you were carrying. What it could mean. In that moment, he steeled his resolve and came to a final decision.

Silently he tilted your chin up, using his thumb to brush away all those tears staining your cheeks. Those blue eyes, you could get lost in them. Swallowed up by the sea. It wasn't hard to read his mind when he held onto your hip with one hand, while the other that pushed away salty droplets now cupped your cheek. Within moments you crashed your mouth into his, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

Warm. A surge of heat filled your body. It was the first time you felt truly alive all day. You could feel your chest heave against his, you didn't want any space between the two of you and only pressed tighter until there wasn't anything left. Each kiss gave momentary breath before you dove in for more. Neither of you could stop. You didn't want to pull away, not even for a split second. The way he smelled, the way he tasted, the way he touched you, the way he felt beneath your fingers; it made your head spin. His hands began to wander, you clutched at anything you could get a hold of. Your body burned, so sweet and long. In those moments the world stopped, it just melted away in streams of light. No one was there but you two. 

It was over too soon, both of you rapidly panting for breath still intertwined. Oh, how you could stare into his eyes forever.

That frown was long gone, replaced by a tender smile. The one he had come to cherish. Paul chuckled softly, breathlessly nuzzling against your collar bone. Slowly he leaned in close to your ear, his disheveled blonde hair brushing up against your cheeks. Lips trailed up flesh, reavhing just beneath your ear. And then you heard those three forbidden words. Such sweet, tender words, you hadn't expected him to say. Although he whispered them so softly they might have gotten lost in the wind, to you they were as clear as the moon on a cloudless night.

"Y/N.... I love you."

It made your heart throb, you thought you might even faint. A lifetime of struggles led up to this beautiful moment. You never expected it to be a half-undressed heavy make out session with your vampire lover, the father of your unborn spawn, in the back alley of a record store on the Santa Carla Boardwalk. But here you were, nestled between him and an old brick wall. Paul loved you, he had said it, he finally said those words that could destroy any doubt you had. And more than anything in the whole wide world, you knew once and for all, you loved Paul.

#lost boys imagine #lost boys paul #lost boys #lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #lost boys imagines #lost boys fanfiction #fanfiction writing #fanfiction #fanfic #80s movies #80s nostalgia #80s horror #brooke mccarter #paul #lost boys vampires #vampire pregnancy #pregnancy imagine #pregnant #pregnancy #drama #fluff imagine #fluff #a lot of swearing

[bloody-britt26]

Could I request Piers falling in love with a single mom reader? Maybe she can have a Drampa who's very protective of her and her son/daughter because it doesn't want them to be hurt by anyone. Drampa love children so I thought it was fitting! Thank you!! ❤

This was so cute and fun to write! I made this into a drabble because I got very inspired for this prompt, and I honestly could have kept going. You guys can let me know if you want more parts to this!

🎸 Piers falling in love with a single mother reader 🎸

“Elias, could you help me unload the cart onto the counter?” You asked your son.

“Okay mummy,” he replied in a sweet tone.

You both set your various food items onto the counter, letting the cashier scan each one of them. You bit your lip nervously as you looked at the price go up with each item. You had bought just enough to make it through the week, now you had to hope that you had made enough money to pay for your groceries.

“I’ll go put the cart back,” Elias said.

You nodded with a smile, he was such a sweet boy, always helping you to the best of his abilities whether you asked or not.

“That’ll be 32,000 Pokémon Dollars, please,” the cashier said.

You nodded, taking your wallet out and rummaging through it. As you counted your money, you felt panic flow through your mind as you noticed that you weren’t going to have enough. 

Oh dear, you only had 27,000. 

You set the money down on the counter, cringing as the cashier gave you a funny look. 

“Ma'am, there’s 5,000 Pokémon Dollars missing,” the cashier said.

‘I know, damn it!’

You forced a nervous laugh. “Sorry, sorry. Let me just- maybe I have a card or coupon…”

Nothing of the sort was found in your wallet. You shook in embarrassment as you felt everyone’s judgmental eyes on you. You pocketed your wallet rather abruptly and opened up your bag.

“H-Hold on… maybe I’ve got something to sell,” you said.

You rummaged through your bag, hoping to find a star piece, a pearl, anything. Of course, you had no valuable items left, except for the golden chain around your neck.

Your heart broke at the thought of parting with it as it was a gift from your grandmother, but you were in a tight spot.

As you were about to unhook the chain from your neck, you felt a light tug at your shirt. Looking down, your son was looking at you with sad eyes.

“But mummy, that necklace is important to you,” he said.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Don’t worry about it,” you said.

Elias was having none of it. He shook his head in protest. “Don’t get rid of it. It’ll make you sad, and I don’t want to see you sad, mummy.”

“Elias…”

“We can put the cookies back. I don’t need them,” he said.

“But I promised you a treat,” you said in a sad tone.

“It’s okay. You’re more important than cookies,” he said as he hugged your arm.

You didn’t even know how to react. You really were blessed with the sweetest boy. He was so mature for his age, though it was probably your fault. The reality of being alone to take care of your home and child hit you hard, and you couldn’t spoil Elias like other parents could, even if you wanted to do so. You sincerely hoped that you weren’t ruining his childhood.

You felt tears well up as you heard other shoppers in line mutter words of disapproval at you.

“Hurry up. We don’t have all day.”

“What a wreck.”

“That child deserves better.”

“Why did she have a kid if she can’t take care of him properly?”

A hand that was gently put atop your shoulder snapped you out of your sorrow. Looking behind you, was a tall and lanky man, seemingly around your age. He was extremely pale, visible bags underneath his green eyes. He had a punk look, from his outfit to his black and white hairstyle. He seemed to be hunched over slightly. He looked like a wreck, but rather attractive if you were being completely honest. You felt like you had seen him somewhere before. On TV, perhaps?

You shook your head, ready to apologize for taking up so much time, but he quickly shushed.

“You ain’t gon’ need to sell your necklace, or put anythin’ back on the shelves,” he said.

He reached into his jacket’s pocket, taking out 5,000 Pokémon Dollars, putting the money atop the counter.

You blinked, not used to being helped by complete strangers. Still, you felt dirty by taking this man’s money.

“I can’t… I can’t accept this,” you said.

He waved you off. “It’s all good, just take it.”

“I- thank you, sir,” you said as the cashier took the money and bagged your items.

Your son looked up at the man, a small twinkle in his eyes. “Thank you very much, mister.”

A very small, barely noticeable smile found its way onto the man’s face. “Don’t mention it, kiddo.”

As the man paid for his very few items, your son picked up one of the grocery bags, while you grabbed the remaining two.

As you were about to walk out, one of the bags was taken out of your arms. It was the same man.

“Here, lemme help with that,” he said.

“No, you’ve done enough. You don’t have to waste your time with me,” you protested.

He ignored your comment. “You’re visibly exhausted.”

Your son chimed in. “She works really, really hard.”

“See? Even your son agrees. Lemme walk you home,” he said.

You bit your lip, truly not used to receiving such kindness from anyone. It felt nice to have someone showing concern over rolling their eyes at your sorry situation.

“I don’t live that far, I’ll be-”

“Doesn’t matter,” he cut you off. “Oh, right. I ain’t got no manners… name’s Piers.”

“Piers… I’m (name), and this is my son, Elias,” you said, relaxing a little as you started to feel more comfortable.

Then, as if everything clicked in your head, you turned to Piers with a questioning look on your face.

“Wait… you wouldn’t happen to be the Spikemuth gym leader and rockstar, right?” You asked.

Piers had a little smirk on his face. “Yeah, that’d be me, but I ain’t the gym leader no more. My lil’ sis is runnin’ it for me now. I’m a full-time musician now.”

Elias looked at Piers with absolute wonder. “So cool…”

“Oh… I am so out of the loop. Really though, you probably have better things to do than walk me home,” you said, embarrassment lacing your voice.

You suddenly felt self-conscious that a celebrity had helped you pay for your groceries.

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m tellin’ you,” he said. “I don’t wanna be nosy or anythin’, but you’re alone, yeah? No boyfriend or husband?”

You nodded, a little embarrassed. You supposed that it was very obvious that you were a single mother.

“You kinda remind me of myself,” he said.

You raised a brow. “How so?”

“Used to be in a similar situation when I was younger, parents were absent an’ I was raisin’ my lil’ sister by myself. Was tough, I remember, an’ nobody ever thought of givin’ a hand to the gutter punk lookin’ guy. Guess I just wanna, I dunno, help out a young woman who’s tryin’ her best, you know?” He explained.

“I- thank you, Piers,” you said with a small blush.

It was nice to talk to someone who could understand you. Most people pointed at you, laughed or disapproved of you. They’d never been in your situation, so they didn’t know just how difficult it could be at times.

“Oh, we’re here,” you said as you came up to your very small house.

You chuckled nervously, that self-conscious feeling resurfacing as you acknowledged the difference between your social status and his. “It’s… I know it’s not very impressive.”

Piers shook his head with a chuckle. “Nah, it looks cozy. You’d be surprised how messy and unimpressive my home is.”

You raised a brow. “Really now?”

“Yeah… Spikemuth really ain’t that impressive, but I love the town anyways.”

“Well, that’s what’s important, huh? Oh, you can drop the bag at my front door, I’ll take it indoors. You too, Elias,” you said as you put your own bag down.

Elias and Piers nodded and did the same. Right afterwards, a friendly growl echoed from your front yard. It was your beloved Drampa, poking his head over the fence.

“Drampy!” Elias exclaimed, running up to the dog-like dragon.

Drampa cooed at your son, nuzzling him affectionately as Elias scratched his nose.

Piers blinked, not expecting you to have a large dragon in your yard. “Is that your Drampa?”

You nodded with a smile. “Yeah, that’s my big boy. He’s my only pokémon, but he’s been with me since I was a child.”

Your son turned to you. “Mummy, can I play with Drampy after I finish my homework?” He asked.

“Of course, sweetheart!” You said, handing your son the key to your home.

Elias smiled and thanked you. As he unlocked the door, he also grabbed a grocery bag to bring it inside.

When Elias was inside, Piers nodded in approval. “Sweet kid. You’ve been raisin’ him well.”

“Thank you, it means a lot,” you said, genuinely happy at the compliment.

You approached your Drampa, who was wagging his tail excitedly at the sight of you. As soon as you were near, he gave you sloppy kisses and nuzzled you as if his life depended on it.

“Drampa!” You said with a giggle.

Piers approached you and Drampa as well, but as soon he did, Drampa’s mood immediately turned sour. Your dragon used his head to push you back, growling at Piers.

Piers chuckled nervously at Drampa’s intimidating change in behaviour. You, on the other hand, were shushing and rubbing Drampa soothingly.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. This is Piers… he helped me, he’s nice,” you said.

Drampa glanced at you, a worried look flashing through his eyes. His growling had diminished, but he kept a firm glare on Piers.

“Sorry, Piers. He’s always been very protective of me, but that doubled ever since my ex left me when I got pregnant. He saw me at my worst, and he doesn’t want anyone to hurt me again,” you explained.

Piers had a small smile as he waved you off. “Don’t worry, I get it.” He turned to Drampa. “Protectin’ your loved ones like that, I get you. It’s honourable, you’re a good pokémon.”

Drampa huffed, blowing a bit of his breath in Piers’ direction, making him stumble back a little.

“Woah. I heard Drampa’s breaths were strong… guess they weren’t kiddin’,” he muttered.

You laughed as Drampa had a little smirk on his face. “He’s tough. We used to battle together a lot a few years back. I don’t have much time for that anymore, unfortunately.”

“You’d make a good trainer, I’m sure,” he said.

You felt your cheeks burn slightly. Piers was just handing you so many compliments, and he sounded absolutely genuine with every single one of them.

He cleared his throat, a barely noticeable blush making its way onto his cheeks as he reached into his pockets, pulling out what seemed to be two tickets.

“Here. I’ve got a show this weekend in Spikemuth, an’ I’d like to see you an’ your son there…” he paused, scratching the back of his head nervously, “…it might also be an excuse to get to see you so I can get to know you better, ‘cause you’re cute an’ sweet an’ all.”

You couldn’t help the dorky laugh that escaped you as you gratefully accepted the tickets.

“I’d like that. Thank you for everything, Piers,” you said.

He smiled, blush getting deeper as he shrugged. “It’s no prob. I’ll see you there?”

You nodded with a smile as you waved goodbye to him before he headed in the opposite direction of your home.

Your Drampa gave you a questioning look, as if he was saying, “Are you really considering this?” To which you nodded, giving a reassuring pat to the concerned dragon.

Maybe, you finally had a shot at a better life, after all of the hardships that had been thrown at you.

#pokemon imagines #pokemon headcanons #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon piers x reader #pokemon piers #female reader #reader insert #piers x reader #fluff #fanfic #writing

[wonderwomanfantasy]

beautiful

next person to call me wine mommy senpai is getting blocked 

Sero x reader 

Warnings: Smut, swearing, orgasm denial, oral, slight angst, bondage, choking, some nasty shit I’m sorry. 

word count: 2,300 (about)

summary: Sero just wants to get his dick wet, but there is always something getting in his way, so when he finally gets his hands on you, he goes all out. 

Things started innocently enough. watching a movie with your boyfriend which quickly turned into kissing him during the boring parts, then just making out with him while the movie played in the background. 

 your shirt was long since lost. his greedy hands ate up the exposed skin of your chest, massaging your tits with his large hands. 

“Hanta,” you moaned weakly, encouraging his actions. your own hand was wrapped around his length bobbing him up and down slowly. he kissed you again silencing you. he crawled on top of you, further trapping you beneath him, not that you minded. 

then your phone rang, a sharp buzzing that made you jump. “ignore it,” Sero whined hooking his fingers under the waistband of your uniform skirt. 

“It’s Mina, if I ignore her she’ll come looking for me, don’t worry I’ll blow her off,” you sighed and answered. while you talked with Mina, Sero focused on your lower half stripping you of your clothes. Sero always thought you were beautiful, even more so when you weren’t wearing clothes. he trailed his fingers down from your peeked nipples to your sumach and then your hips. He was just about to let his hand travel lower when you jumped up throwing him off of you.

“NO! Mina don’t come up I’m uh- I’m getting dressed! Fuck I’ll be down in a minute-” you shouted into the phone while haphazardly redressing yourself.

“What happened to blow off Mina,” he hissed more amused than anything else.

“Evil woman,” you muttered pulling up your socks. “I told her I was busy but she threatened to come up and make me come out. Stupid girls night,” you muttered

“I’m sorry I’ll make it up to you later Sero,” you promised before leaving the room. But you didn’t get the chance to pick things where you left off for almost a week. every time the two of you tried to go somewhere private someone always had to ruin it. Either Kaminari needed help with homework, or your mom called, and it was starting to get on Sero’s nerves.  He was ridiculously pent up, he was only human after all

He slid beside you on the couch. “you know what is a lot more fun than another Mario cart tournament?” he whispered in your ear, a tick that would normally make you shudder.

“what babe?” you asked your eyes glued to the T.V. 

“some alone time with your super awesome boyfriend.” he purred running his hand up your thigh. 

“no way,” you said firmly. “It’s my turn next and I’m going to kick Kaminari’s ass,” you shook your head. 

“So you’d rather play Mario cart than hang out with me?” he pouted you turned to him.  “Just stay until I lose and then we can go do whatever you want,” you said. Sero slumped back.

“Sure,”  Before you could ask him if he was really okay you were pulled away to play against Kaminari. He kinda hated that he was less important than a video game to you. He really hadn’t seen you for a while and he missed you. He wanted to see you, not just because he was horny.  

Sero had expected you to lose fairly quickly, you did kind of suck after all, but you must have trained or something while he wasn’t paying attention because you just kept winning. It was a stupid thing to get mad about, but Sero was losing his patience.  he stood up suddenly stretching. 

“I’m going to my room, later,” he said turning to leave. 

“Lame!” Mina called after him but that was the only form of protest. 

eventually, Todoroki beat you, a surprise for everyone. you stood and stretched your back stiff from hunching over for so long. “what happened to Sero?” you asked looking around for him. 

“he went to bed a while ago,”  Kaminari yawned. you padded off his room silently. 

“Hanta?” you called softly knocking on his door. there wasn’t a response so you opened the door a crack. Sero was sitting on his bed his shirt off. 

“I was coming,” He pouted. you shrugged and traversed further into his room. you fell on top of him throwing your arms around his neck he hugged you tight and laid down with you on his chest, his elbows knocking together on your back. 

“you smell good.” you sighed kissing his jaw sloppily. Sero had wanted nothing more than to fuck your brains out minutes ago, but now he was suddenly exhausted, and he just wanted to cuddle. the way you ran your fingers threw his hair was incredibly relaxing. the steady thump of your heart and rise and fall of your chest. he felt like he was going to fall asleep. 

your fingers caught a snag in his hair tugging on it accidentally. he let out a hitched moan making your whole body shudder. 

“that was a pretty sound Hanta,” you giggled tugging on his hair a little more aggressively earning you a deep groan. 

“tease,”  he sighed rolling over so you were beneath him. “you still owe me for ditching me for Mario cart,” he purred nipping at your shoulder. “And for leaving me for Mina,” he added. your hand slid up his bare chest before you raked your nails down his chest. 

“how do you want me to make it up for you Babe?” you purred arching your back up into him. Sero gulped, he knew what he wanted but he bit his tongue.

“Still thinking about it,” he muttered. “but you can start by taking your clothes off,”  you smirked and began slowly peeling clothes off your body, teasingly showing more and skin. 

Again he thought about what he really wanted to do to you. all he could think about was you tied up and completely at his mercy, struggling and failing to break free. He could tease you for hours, make you scream. you had told him anything. 

“you’re staring Sero,” you teased

“Sorry, you’re pretty,” he said licking his lips. It couldn’t hurt to ask right? he sat back on the bed and took your wrists in his hands. 

“what if- what if we tried something new tonight,” he asked rubbing small circles on the side of your hands. 

“Like what?” you asked excitedly your eyes gleaming.

“Like what if I used my tape and tied you up?” he asked sheepishly averting his gaze. 

“that would be really hot Hanta,” you whispered tilting his chin up so he could look in your eyes. your pupils were wide with lust, and you looked just as excited as he felt. 

carefully he bound your wrists and tied them to the bedpost. “not to tight is it?” he whispered softly. you shook your head. he took a deep breath. you were beautiful, naked and tied up. he almost couldn’t decide what he wanted to do to you first. almost. Sero started by spreading your legs and running his fingers over your slick sex. you were already dripping, and he hadn’t even begun to touch you.  

Sero knew just how to touch you to make you cum. his long fingers pumped in and out of you, occasionally quirking up to hit your g-spot. while his mouth was latched to your clit. sucking on the pink pearl and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.  you struggled against your restraints aching to hold his face closer to your sex, urge him too go faster. 

“Hanta!” you moaned rolling your hips against your mouth. “you’re doing so good,” you praised making him growl against your body. he lived off your praise the same way plants lived off of rain and sunshine. Sero pulled you closer and closer to climax until you were right on the edge. then he pulled away. whipping the slick off his face. 

“tease!” you whined thrashing on the bed. “I was so close!” Sero chuckled darkly. it felt good to be in charge of your pleasure 

“when you cum tonight, you are going to cum on my cock,” he stated bluntly licking at the collum of your neck. 

“if you are a good girl that is,” he added. you had never seen Sero like this, so dominate and sadistic almost. “Will you be good?”

“yes, I’ll be good,” you responded immediately already desperate for any kind of release. 

“oh yeah? prove it.” Two of his long fingers landed on your clit and started rubbing it expertly. he locked his mouth on yours swallowing your screams of pleasure as his fingers made quick work of you. Again, just before you released Sero pulled away. 

“you are a good girl,”  he said impressed.

“Please fuck me Sero I need to cum,” you whimpered pitifully. Sero wasn’t nearly ready to stop teasing you, but he couldn’t push you too far. 

He pushed your thighs apart baring your sex to him once again. you were soaking wet, deliciously wet. he wanted to eat you out and taste that wetness, but he thought you might kick him if he made you hold back your orgasm a third time. 

So he eased his cock inside of you instead of his tongue. he cursed quietly, the feeling of your warm sex clenching around him was intense. 

“you feel amazing Sweetheart,” he gasped his hips meeting yours. he bent down and kissed you sweetly, he always got a bit sappy during sex,

“you’re beautiful,”

“So are you,”

“I love you,”

“I love you too”

“I’m going to start moving now,”

“you better fuck me good and hard, dork,” you challenged. He smiled down at you. He always liked a challenge. 

“of course Babe,” he drew himself back, before snapping them forward again, he kept up this brutal pace making the bed shake. 

“fuck- Sero just like that,” you moaned arching your back off the bed. Sero was dangerously close to his own release, He kissed your neck sucking on your pulse point. 

“Sero?” you asked in a breathy moan “As long as we are trying new things, can you choke me?” you asked, begged more really. Sero could have cum right there. he wrapped his hand around your neck and paused his thrusts. 

“Tell me- or kick me I guess, if I do it too hard,” he said. Sero squeezed your throat at the same time he resumed fucking you. the face you made as he restricted your breathing further.  you seemed to press your neck into his hand encouraging him to choke you harder. Still, he was careful not to hurt you, and let you breathe, although it was getting harder to focus on anything other than how good you felt clamping around his cock. 

“Sero I’m so close,” you groaned loudly. 

“Cum for me, I need you to cum,” he groaned squeezing down on your neck, he wondered if he would leave a mark, a beautiful mark for everyone to see. He felt you clamp around his cock as you Orgasmed. your legs shook and your breath caught in your throat. it was a beautiful sight. 

he pulled out of you, his cock slick with your arousal and let you breathe. “that feel good?” he asked watching you shake. you could only nod as your pussy spasm as you relaxed. 

“that’s good sweetheart. that’s good.” he praised straddling your chest.  He laid his stiff cock on your chest between your tits. He squished your breasts together around his dick and started jerking his hips back and forth. 

you tilted your head down letting the tip of his cock enter your mouth, your tongue eagerly lapping at his head. 

“I’m going to cum,”  he muttered over and over again. Hot white cum spilled over your chest and face you. Sero panted his legs shaking. He knew right that the two of you were probably too loud, he could only imagine who had heard you. but he didn’t care. 

“I love you,” he said undoing the bonds that held you to the bed frame. your wrists were raw and red, bruises were starting from on your neck, cum staining your chest. 

“I love you too,” you breathed, your voice ragged.  

you were so damn beautiful. 

#sero #Sero Hanta #sero x reader #sero x reader smut #imagine sero #sero fluff. #sero smut #imagine sero smut #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia head cannon

[femreader]

My Princess - Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: fem!reader x Pirate!Nat

Summary: a pirate AU. Y/N is the daughter of a wealthy merchant. Before her father manages to marry her off to a rich knight, Y/N real love comes and swoops her to the ship she’s grown to love.

A/N: lowkey and kinda high key wanted to make a fic based off of this dress. And I should be studying for exams but alas... 

”Y/N, you need to come down.”

”Yeah, give me. Ugh, a minute,” Y/N coughed out as her maid tightened her corset. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes when her response was followed by a bunch of mumbles and silent arguments from her mother. Her father was out, speaking to the shipsmen about their next trade no doubt, leaving Y/N’s mother to take care her daughter looked presentable when her future husband was courting her.

Y/N placed a hand on her lower stomach, over the corset. She could hardly breathe and the hot sun didn’t help at all. The dress was really beautiful and flowy though, so she wouldn’t get overly hot when going outside. She knew her mother wouldn’t like the torso as it showed her shoulders and collarbones, no doubt she’d make Y/N wear a small veil over her shoulders. It was a shame, Y/N liked the upper part best out of everything.

”I think, it’s tight enough,” Y/N pointed as her maid tied the lace.

”We want you to look as gorgeous as possible for Knight Ward don’t we,” her maid jokingly said and moved Y/N face so it was perfectly set. She looked at the merchant’s daughter through the mirror and smiled.

”I have to say I envy you. Knight Ward is a real charmer. And really attractive,” her maid emphasized the word ‘really’ while patting down the dress once more. Y/N rolled her eyes and scoffed as she turned around in her spot and put on a special pearl necklace she was given as a gift. It made her feel a bit more safe to have part of her real love right next to her heart.

”You can have him for all I care,” she sighed and looked at her maid. ”I do not love him.”

”Oh but you will learn to,” her maid exhaled. She was definitely in love with Y/N’s future husband. But who wasn’t? Grant Ward was the talk of the town. A wealthy background, attractive and in the king's guard. He had ladies falling left and right for him, it just happened to be that Y/N had already fallen for someone else. Someone her parents would absolutely, definitely, in no way whatsoever approve of. Even if for some miracle they’d accept her way of living they never would accept that...well that she was a she. And that made her sad.

Y/N was about to open her mouth before the wooden door opened and her mother came in, mumbling incoherent stuff about being late under her breath. Her eyes went wide when she saw her daughter.

”Oh you look so beautiful my darling,” she squashed Y/N’s cheeks before glancing her bare shoulders. She whipped out a light pink veil and placed it over her arms, nodding approvingly.

”There, much better. Oh, Knight Ward will not be able to take his eyes off of you after he sees you.”

”But mother,” Y/N Butted in and huffed while trying to make the slipping veil stay in place. ”I don’t like him. Let alone love him. He’s arrogant and ungrateful, he has no care for the nature-”

”Don’t speak of your future husband in that manner. Fine ladies speak with dignity,” her mother warned and lowered her voice with every word. The maid looked slightly uncomfortable, standing next to the door with an umbrella in her hand for Y/N. Y/N’s mother looked at her, giving her an unnecessary stinky eye and walked her daughter out of the room, nose held high. 

Y/N’s mother wasn’t a nobody, in any way. Everyone knew Mrs. Y/L/N, she was strict and possibly the next most beautiful human in the town right after her own daughter. Sometimes Y/N felt like she was competing with her. Her mother was always in a tight corset and a big dress, pale skin and red lips covered in paint. There was no day when she was not all dolled up. Y/N was half believing that she even slept with her make-up on. 

“Chin up,” Her mother said quietly as they walked down the grand staircase towards the front door, where their carriage was waiting. “And do not slouch. It’ll make you look awful. And do tuck your stomach in.” Y/N would’ve rolled her eyes and said something back in her spiteful nature had it not been for the gentleman by the door. 

Grant Ward, not in his knight uniform but in a clean outfit. He had a long dark blue coat (some golden patterns decorating the outlines of course), pants, a button-up that looked like it was just a tad too tight on him, and pair of black boots. He looked good Y/N couldn’t deny it, but the thought of marrying him just made her want to throw up in her mouth. That or then her corset was so tight it pushed the breakfast up.

 Y/N pursed her lips and gave her hand to Grant’s outstretched one. Y/N could feel her mother beaming from behind her when Grant kissed her hand and offered to hook her arm with his. Y/N, without any other option, did so as followed him to the carriage which would drive them... somewhere.

It was the third time Grant was courting Y/N in five months. She couldn’t possibly comprehend how the people around her expected her to love someone, or even tolerate a person who she met barely once a month and who looked at her like an item. And the worst of all, Y/N was assuming he’d ask her hand today.

“I do not understand how you feel... comfortable here. Your dress will get dirty,” Grant said scrunching his nose as he scanned the market in the downtown they had gone to by Y/N’s request. Only because it was full of nice people and distractions. Y/N was hoping she could avoid the question as long as possible.

“I like it here. You meet people, and it’s genuinely a humble place. Besides,” Y/N smiled and gave a coin for an apple to an elder woman. She gave a bright smile back to her. “My dress is the least of my worries.”

Grant stepped to the side as three children ran down the street. He turned to look at Y/N and smiled tightly to her, his eyes glancing at her pearl necklace, maybe lingering on her chest area a bit too long than they should. Y/N cleared her throat and turned to walk along the street again.

“Those are very beautiful pearls. Where did you get them from? They must not have been from this town.”

Y/N gulped. Her hand shot up to play with the smooth pearls and the memory of how she got them flashed in her mind, clear like it happened yesterday. A sad feeling settled into her stomach as she thought about her.

“You shouldn’t use money on me. I already get stuff I don’t want,” Y/N whined as the fiery red-haired woman presented her a pearl necklace. Natasha didn’t take no for an answer and just rolled her eyes but smiled softly. They sat opposite each other in the dry cave by the beach. It was their small little hiding place and because not many people were aware of the place Y/N and Natasha had it mostly to themselves.

“Who said I used money on it,” Natasha smirked at Y/N’s face before clasping the necklace around her neck. Y/N felt her hands draw slightly against her skin, making her shiver and actually want more of it. She sighed and took the pirate’s hands in hers, feeling the rough and used hands in her pampered and soft ones. Natasha knew something was wrong, not only from her lover’s appearance and slouched shoulders but also from the silence. After they had started this... thing, in secret Natasha hadn’t ever had a silent moment with Y/N.

She furrowed her eyebrows and sat more proper and closer to her.

“I-I... God, I don’t know how to say this,” Y/N sighed and shook her head, feeling Nat’s fingers in her palms. “My parents are marrying me off to someone. That Ward, and he... he’s awful,” she choked out, even though she wasn’t even close to crying. She was more angry and irritated than sad and desperate. Her eyes looked at Natasha, who had suddenly gone darker.

“They want me to court him before officially marrying him, but eventually... it’ll go to that,” Y/N said and looked up at Natasha. “I’m sorry, I really don’t want to marry him. I just don't have any authority over this,” She followed and stood up as her girlfriend stood up. Y/N felt her feet dig into the sand, making her already short figure even shorter compared to Natasha’s. Her white cotton shirt moved in the wind and her brown trousers and dark boots were in sand. Y/N’s beige dress was probably filled with sand too but it didn’t worry her that much.

Natasha pushed her shoulder-length red hair back and breathed deeply, Y/N followed her every move. Nat looked at her with her piercing eyes and took her hands into hers again. She bit her lip before speaking.

“What would you do to get out of it?”

“What?” Y/N sputtered, completely surprised by the question. If something she thought Natasha would have left her.

“I-I mean... anything. Anything,” she blurted out and swallowed thickly. “Why?”

“If I said I could get you out of this, of all of this and into the sea with me... would you come with me? Leave this place?” Natasha asked, warily. Y/N felt disturbed by her unusual demeanor, whenever she was with Nat she would be this fierce and fearless pirate who didn’t take shit from no one. but now she seemed scared.

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded multiple times and gripped Natasha’s worn collar. “Yeah,” she mumbled against her lips before kissing her. Natasha kissed her sweetly back and rested her hands on her lips.

“I have to make some arrangements, and it’ll take time. I’m not sure how long, but I can assure you,” Nat looked at Y/N’s eyes determinately. “I will come and get you before you are married to anyone.”

That was the last words Y/N had heard from Natasha in five months. She had done everything in her power to buy time. Distracting Grant, changing the subject when it got even close to marriage. But now Y/N was running out of time and she was afraid Natasha wouldn’t be there on time.

“A gift,” She said shortly and continued walking. Grant nodded and walked, his hands behind his back. Y/N felt the tension in the air and it was almost like she was about to suffocate from something that hadn’t even occurred yet.

“Y/N could you- I mean,” Grant tried to think what to say. “Can we go somewhere a bit more private. I need to talk to you.”

And there it was. Y/N felt the anxiety in her stomach as she followed Grant and walked towards a bit more secluded area near the big mansion like her family. How the hell was she supposed to get herself out of this one?

Grant looked at her and then on the ground. This happened multiple times before he even managed to open his mouth.

“You are a very fine young lady and very beautiful,” He said in a tone Y/N did not enjoy. She glanced around the area, the faint sounds of the market and the seagulls were the only thing she heard. Apart from the sea of course. She offered him a fake smile.

“And I am sure you’d make a good wife, for me and an excellent mother to our children. And that is why,” Okay if you didn’t lose me before you definitely lost me there. Y/N thought but kept the innocent and oblivious expression on her face. She felt her heart beat faster and soon she found herself asking for some kind of a miracle.

“Y/N Y/L/N. Would you do the honor and marry me?”

It was silent. Grant looked at Y/N with his dark eyes, waiting for her response which obviously would be yes. This all was arranged months ago, her mother herself had said to ask her hand in the market as it was probably the only area her stubborn and wild child would go voluntarily. Even though Grant had preferred a walk in the gardens. Y/N opened her mouth like a fish, feeling her fingers itch and sweat. Before she could possibly answer a shout was heard.

“It’s The Avenger!”

Natasha, Y/N immediately thought. Her miracle. She beamed and took a step towards the path that would take her to the dock, but Grant’s hand stopped her. He looked over to the market where people were running back to their home’s and where the navy men were getting ready to fight. Y/N knew there weren’t that many men in the army anyway, as the town was small compared to the ones couple hours away, If it actually was The Avenger, Y/N knew Natasha and the rest of the crew actually might have had a shot.

“You need to be safe, follow me,” Grant said and pulled Y/N after him. Y/N’s brain racked quickly and she dug her feet into the ground. Her flowy pink dress moved around her like waves.

“You-you have to go and defend the city,” She mimicked a scared girl's voice. “Please, I will hide, but just save those people,” Y/N was kinda proud of her act. Her eyes were wide, like a puppy and it didn’t take long before Grant let the ego in himself win over. Placing a kiss on her cheeks he walked Y/N into the closest shop and left her there. As soon as he was out of sight Y/N wiped her cheek multiple times with a disgusted look on her face. 

She beamed as she ran down the stone alley barefoot, the sounds of the harbor were coming closer. The scent of the sea, the freedom she had longed for so many years was just in the grasp of her arms. 

“This way,” Someone grasped her arm and before Y/N could react she saw a dark-skinned man pulling her towards another alleyway where was a copper-haired woman waiting. 

“So this is Y/N?” 

“Wanda, wait until we get on the ship please,” The man said in a sarcastic manner to what Wanda rolled her eyes. 

“Whatever Sam. Steve and Bucky went to make a distraction,” She added with a slightly wicked smile on her face. She looked at Y/N, who was staring at them, looking very lost. 

“They like to cause trouble.”

“Where’s Natasha,” Y/N asked as they ran down the alley and along the docks. Her mouth fell down as the huge pirate ship with a golden Avenger was written. A woman was carved on the head, it held some sort of torch in her hands. 

“She was very reluctant on staying, almost had to knock her out. But the fewer people we have causing havoc the easier it was to get you out,” Sam explained as they all climbed up on the deck. Y/N saw two men laughing as they ran down the streets, both of them wearing necklaces on their necks and joking about something. 

Y/N grabbed Wanda’s hand and jumped on the deck, Sam, Steve and Bucky not far behind. 

“Y/N?” a familiar voice called out and she turned around. 

There, in all of her glory, was Natasha, whose hair was now long enough to braid. Y/N looked at her with wide eyes, her heart leaped from joy. The last half a year had been the worst months in her life but it had definitely been worth it. 

“Okay, guys, let’s move! Carol, can you get us out of here,” Steve shouted to a blonde-haired woman to which she sassily waved her hand. She hopped behind the wheel and turned it around. Y/N could hear her mumble a low ‘aye aye captain’ under her breath. 

“Oh, Nat,” She went to Natasha and hugged her tightly. The scent of salt and roses hit her nose again. “I missed you so much you have no idea.”

“Hmm...” The redhead hummed, mischief in her eyes. “You can prove that to me later,” She chuckled and moved a fallen piece of hair out from Y/N’s now slightly red face. 

“But I missed you too. I’m glad you’re here now.”

“Me too,” Y/N mumbled before placing a kiss on her lips. 

“With all respect,” Sam, who was undoing some of the ropes attached to the handles on the railings. “We kinda need your help here. 

“Shut it, Sam, just because no one beds you doesn’t mean you get to complain,” Carol spoke from the steering wheel as they moved further away from the harbor. The wind was on their side. 

“I believe Bucky begs to differ,” Steve spoke up, sending them all into a burst of hysterical laughter and making Sam and Bucky red as tomatoes. Y/N laughed now too, still safely in Natasha’s arms. She turned to look at her once again before pulling away. 

“Seriously though, they do need our help. That sailor's knot is the worst I’ve ever seen in my life,” Y/N chuckled.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda maximoff #sam wilson #Steve Rogers #bucky barnes #Carol Danvers #Avengers

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Zach and Grace Friday panel at Connecticon 2019

Some highlights and notes from the "Growing Up with Steven Universe" panel featuring Zach Callison and Grace Rolek, Friday afternoon at Connecticon 2019. There are some promo spoilers. Most quotes are approximate from the notes I took on my phone. There may be a recording of the panel, but the camera was blocked by the audience question line for a while and when I got to the front of the line, I saw it wasn't even pointed at Zach and Grace.

Sorted into broad categories:

Movie hype / spoilery talk

Host asked about the poster. Zach said he's kinda looked at it, but not studied it closely. Grace: "Spoiler alert, someone has a neck." Zach: "That's all anyone can talk about."

What's the hardest scene to record that you've done. Zach: "I hate to do this but the hardest scene I've done I did a few weeks ago and I can't talk about it for quite a while." [audience groans]

Audience member: "I have a question about the movie." Zach makes police siren noises, "Oh no the Cartoon Network spoiler police!"

Attempts to get even small details were denied. "So we saw you have a neck. Is your voice going to change?" [pause] Zach: "A week from today (Friday), there's a big panel and there's gonna be a bunch of stuff. I recommend you watch."

This was earlier in the day, when I met Zach in the autograph line. Me: "I'm really looking forward to all the stuff that's gonna come out next week in San Diego." Zach: "There's so much. I'm not going to be there, after six years of going, I need a vacation."

Zach makes ABUNDANTLY clear how excited he is for what's coming up, "I am thrilled with what they've done after CYM."

Reaction to the new gems from CYM. Zach: "Sunstone is one of my favorites now. Like an after-school camp counselor." Grace: "Obsidian is one of the hardest secrets I've ever had to keep on this show." They finished recording CYM in 2017!

Have you ever cried in the recording booth? Zach: "Over a dozen times. One time really badly... with something that hasn't come out yet."

What's the biggest theme you've taken from the show? Zach: "I'm really sorry to do this, but I'm gonna skip this question because the theme I take away is something that hasn't come up in the show yet." He says the show has become intensely personal to him and his experiences, both intentionally and unintentionally, and says if he accidentally gave hints as to upcoming themes, it wouldn't be fair to the crew. (This probably ties in with some of the stuff below under “Outside of SU”)

Favorites and funniest

What's the hardest scene to record that you've done. Among stuff that's aired, Zach: Storm in the Room. Connie: "Either Nightmare Hospital or Full Disclosure when Connie is like 'Stop ghosting me, Steven!' "

What are some funny moments from recording? The opening scene from "Winter Forecast", the directors INSISTED on real marshmallows, "nothing else would do". Grace: "And these were not small. There's jumbo and then there's novelty size." Zach: "They got novelty size." Grace: "I could barely fit one inside my mouth."

Favorite episode (this question might've had a "besides the Big Plot episodes" caveat).

Zach: "Onion Gang. Any of the weird Onion episodes."

Grace: "I realize this is an unpopular opinion but I love the Ronaldo episodes. I have a Keep Beach City Weird sticker on my laptop. I don't like having stuff that's too overtly Steven Universe because I don't like to toot my own horn, but KBCW is great because it's 'if you know, you know'." Zach: "It's a lifestyle."

That segued into talk about "Rocknaldo", which Zach thought was hilarious, especially the way CN trolled everyone with the Bloodstone promo. Grace "Was that the one where Ronaldo tried to kill someone in the basement?" Discussion brings up that's "Horror Club". Grace continues, "That was a great one, like what are we DOING? No one went to jail for this?"

Favorite songs:

First, ones that they did.

Zach said "Let's Only Think About Love". I think he added a second one, but my notes say “or” and then stop there so I think I moved on to the next bit and forgot what else he said.

Grace says "Of course 'Do it for Her'" but also that she loved providing background harmonies for "Escapism". "Aly and AJ was the first concert I ever went to, so to do back-up vocals for AJ was the greatest fangirl moment." (There’s been some confusion as to whether Zach and Grace had vocals on that song, it’s now clear that they did)

Then, overall. Zach immediately sings "It's over, isn't it? Isn't it over?" Grace grumbles that she can't take the same answer, so she throws out "Stronger Than You".

"Back in the start of the show, it was a lot more lighthearted. What's the funniest or weirdest line you had to record?" Zach IMMEDIATELY goes into voice: "A boy on the cusp of manhood can't spend the whole day wackering." Grace enjoyed her line from "Open Book": "Of course you like the ending, you LOVE schmultz."

Pivoting into the weirdness of early episodes, Zach says "Frybo and Cat Fingers were back to back, 5 and 6. I don't know how anyone stuck with the show after that."

What's the biggest theme you've taken from the show? Grace: "I think about Mindful Education all the time. Here Comes a Thought is such a great song but also an important mantra."

Other than Uncle Grandpa, what crossover would you like to do? Zach: "I wanna be the very best!" Audience cheers. Grace says she would've loved to do "Adventure Time".

This segues into a joke that people confuse Zach for Jeremy Shada (Finn), in some cases even when Zach is standing in front of a poster that says ZACH CALLISON. Grace says that her boyfriend loves the joke so much that Zach is listed in his phone as "Jeremy Shada".

Behind the scenes

What was it like seeing the show blow up the way it did? Grace: "I used to go on Tumblr and read all the posts, all the reactions people had, but after Jail Break... couldn't do that anymore." Zach: "I poke my head into a reddit every once in a while."

What's it like in the booth with the rest of the cast? Grace: "Deedee and Michaela always get to do the funniest things."

Discussion of how voice acting lends them a little more anonymity than live-action, and there's still a spectrum of how recognizable people are.

Grace recounts a story from earlier in the day, possibly on the way to that very panel. "The elevator was pretty crowded and I was able to get on but Zach wasn't. And as soon as it closed, one of the other people in the elevator was like 'Oh my god, Zach Callison almost got on the elevator with us!' And I was like 'Oh my god, that would've been so cool!'"

Both Zach and Grace recounted times when they've greeted stranger wearing SU apparel and gotten blank stares in response, like, "Uh, yeah, what's your point?"

Zach: "As of Sunday, I'm leaving the country to be a hobo for a bit." He's flying to Siberia, then taking a 62-hour train ride to get on a boat to Korea, where he plans to visit the Korean animation studio where SU is drawn (as seen in "Steven's Dream"), something almost no actors do (apparently Michaela was more or less the first to do so, for any show at all).

Sometimes Grace will have a lot of "catching up" to do with the plot. "One time Rebecca was like 'oh by the way Lars is pink now." Zach jokes, "Lars is pink, Ronaldo and Pearl are married, oh and Steven is dead."

Have you ever cried in the recording booth? Zach: "Over a dozen times." Grace says she has, sometimes in group records.

More joking around: "Yes, I'm Zach Callison, the voice of Onion. I'll be in my booth." "You should have a print that's just Onion." "With the flames behind him."

What were your auditions like? Grace: "I was reading the sides from 'Bubble Buddies', and Connie is worried she's gonna die with no friends and I was like 'This is a kids show? This is a show for children and I'm supposed to say these words?!'" She saw Rebecca Sugar's name attached to the show, which she recognized as a fan of Adventure Time, particularly Marceline "I'm edgy like her!"

Audience member starts her question: "Ohmygod, my heart is in my ass. Wait, can I say ass?" Grace: "You can say whatever you want, you're not under the thumb of Time Warner." Zach: "Technically, I've never signed any NDA. Oh hell, I'm leaving the country in three days. ACT ONE!" [laughter, and he does not continue with joke spoilers]

Outside of Steven Universe

Tell us about yourself outside of Steven Universe. Zach: "I'm a dirty rowdy hippie." He goes to music festivals barefoot (but not urban ones).

Zach talked about some of the over-the-top scenes he's been in or seen on "The Goldbergs", where he plays a minor recurring character, including one where the actual rain they were filming in wasn't enough, so the producers dumped thousands of gallons of additional rainwater on the cast.

Zach said he hasn't auditioned for anything new in a while (I think he said at least a year) because of burnout. Whenever SU may end, he's ready for a break. Following on with that, discussion of what a shitty industry Hollywood is, especially for kids.

Zach: "A lotta people (in this industry), their big break is a show they hate, and that kills me to think that. And it couldn't be further from the truth for anyone in SU. If I had booked a live-action sitcom that ran six seasons, I wouldn't be here. I'd be in a much darker place."

What would you be doing if not this?

Zach: "I enrolled in college, signed up for things, never went to class, and eventually dropped out. I never had any other plan." Ties into further discussion of what an absolute nightmare Hollywood is for kids, that some of his friends from high school are no longer around.

Grace: "I went to college for two years (she would've graduated this spring), trying to make sure I had a plan B lined up. But flying back and forth from San Francisco to Los Angeles was getting ridiculous and I realized I wasn't being fair to my plan A."

#connecticon #steven universe #zach callison #grace rolek

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you (if you want !! 💛💖)

Wow I rambled a lot with this but i can't add cuts bc I'm on mobile rn DHSISHSJ sorry :"))))

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1. Ik Ik "haha how cringe are you" of me to say, but honestly? Homestuck. Homestuck helped me in a time of need and when i so desperately wanted something to latch onto. Finally, I caved into my friends telling me to read it-- and it's been a blast!! The epilogues / hs^2 make me feel kinda sad though, because so much of what I loved about the original was yeeted through the nine circles of hell and into the trash. I love Y/ffany's (I call her Yippi tho) design, the art is really pretty at times, Harry is a major dork, I LIVE for seeing Vrissy bc honestly?? Her design is 10/10, very early 2000s emo style and I also live for that. Tavros is cute and a nerd and I think that's swell!

But in terms of story and how any of this happens, it makes me sad to see it happen. If Vriska could return as Vrissy, why not OTHER beta trolls? Where's my Eridan fish man, writers?? Give me the boy or perish by my fury.

2. Also super "haha how cringe are you" but,,, murder cats (Warriors), esp the early 2005-2015 amvs and stuff. I remember watching Flightfootwarrior's "I Will Not Bow" Scourge amv for HOurs and having no clue what was happening, but all these edgy kitties were KITTIES! It's introduced me to a lot of music I still listen to to this very day (Imagine Dragons, Young/the entirety of Hollywood Undead, Breaking Benjamin). And yknow what?? This new arc is absolute chaos, but in the good way.

I'm an "OG Fan". I prefer the first arc, The Prophecies Begin, to almost any of the other arcs. I just could never get into the other arcs-- not to say I haven't read them, I HAVE and the Fire Scene was probably one of my favorite moments beside grumpy Jaypaw, god complex Lionblaze, and fear the gods Hollypaw. I thought the build-up for it was SUPER satisfying. Gray Wing is my baby and I fully embellish in the Gray Wing is Silverpelt theory.

This new arc is definitely something new for the universe. While I didn't read aVoS (but I may do that if i can find the files for it), and so I don't know the major events of it other than what I've seen M.A.P.'s (Multi-Animator Projects, for clarification,,, bc unfortunately that term is also something disgusting). There's fucking cat possession and all the Clans questioning their belief system, yo. Shit be on fire.

Also the Imposter is 100% Ashfur, that's canon now, yeah??? Also im sorry but fuck Root x Bristle that's the dumbest shit I have ever seen. Give me Root x Shadow or face the wrath of my dragon plushies.

RiverClan is my Clan and my gov assigned warrior name is Fireshell 🌟🌟

3. As much as I hate the author,,,,, Harry Potter. It's been a major part of my life for as long as I can remember. I can never really remember why, but I've always just loved it- the movies, the books, the extra little merch that would pop up in my local Walmart. Of course my favorite character is Draco Malfoy. I could go on and on and ON about how I think his character arc was SHIT and JKR didn't have the balls to make him a confident gay man that was always implied through the text (at least, my lesbian ass thought it was implied but i may just be projecting, idk). I could ramble about Draco for HOURS and what I think his character SHOULD have been and how his parents are horrible (more specifically, Lucius bc Narcissa [?] Actually showed a few good moments), and a child should never have to pay for their parents sins.

Oh noo, Draco's a villain because he's a victim of major abuse and peer pressure? He's a villain because a literal child can be horrible and they'll always always always stay as a horrible little fiend?? Fuck that. He's a child.

Unlike manchild grease pan Snape, who was a racist piece of shit and shouldn't have became a fucking school teacher but it's okay because he was ~~~in love~~~. No, fuck you, he was a creep. James Potter n Co may have been a little posh bitch to you, Snape, but that's no fucking excuse to continue to bluntly be a little cunt all the way into adulthood. You're an adult who flatly changed your PATRONUS to imitate Lily's. You have no excuse. And Harry went and named his child after you LIKE JESUS CHRIST, DID RON'S SISTER NOT HAVE A SAY IN THE NAMES TOO?????

I also fully adore the idea that Muggles can run into Hogwarts and their patronus can 100% be a made up, fantasy creature. Imagine you learn the patronus spell and suddenly fucking ARCEUS comes from your wand. Imagine learning the spell and CHTULU (i did not spell that right but im so tired) comes from your wand-- an entire ass fucking Lovecraftian, Eldrith horror is just the embodiment of you. What if it was a fucking Homestuck character like Vriska? How fucking METAL would that be?? Hskajssowjjsjs get on it fandom.

4. Hee hee very evident by my url but Pokemon is another major thing of mine. While vespiquen isn't my favorite (that title goes to Hydreigon), it is definitely up there!

I've ALWAYS enjoyed the idea of Pokemon. You run around, training up these fight monsters and collecting them. I remember playing my sister's Ruby version on her flip-up Gameboy. I couldn't even read but I ran around catching god only knows how many of the same pokemon wherever she was. Apparently, I had fought for hours in the same area and leveled her Blaziken up to lvl 50 something and left her lvl 30s in the dust LMAO.

I got my first game when it was Pearl/Diamond. It was Pearl, and it still holds a very fond place in my heart. I could barely read, I could barely write-- I had named my Turtwig something along the lines of "MmorpHy" and my player boy "ZbsibJ". Yes I remember the names slightly. I really didn't get far-- I barely got to the first gym but I was just so happy to play it.

I eventually lost the game, as a 5 year old would do, but I can still vividly remember what was happening when the game arrived. I had just came back from the dentist and was quite tired from fighting the dentist bc I was super scared. Mom suddenly handed me a box and said it was mine-- my overseas (at that time) dad had bought me Pearl and my sister Diamond, because I lost my shit about it when he visited one time.

Well, tdlr, I played it for about five minutes while struggling to stay awake against the loopy gas they made me take. I fell asleep listening to Twinleaf Town's soundtrack. Every time I play a rom of Pearl and I get to where the player's house fades in and I hear that first tune of the song, I get a huge smile on my face and cry-- as.. Weird as it sounds.

A few years later, I had gotten Pokemon Black bc I liked Reshiram on the cover. Now, this one I could actually READ when playing, but I don't remember a lot of things about it. I probably lost this one too, as a 8/9 year old would do. I DO remember, I chose Snivy and my sister chose Tepig (hrmm there's a theme here of grass/fire goin on......) and vibing to the music. I was so amazed by the sprites moving, I just kept getting into encounters to see the sprites move (oh boy, no one tell younger 7-9 y/o me about Zelda......oh wait....)

Playing Pokemon NOW, as a 17 year old """gifted""" chick, I stil have very fond memories. I recently beat Pokemon Black again and GOD the OTS SLAPS. I fucking adore the soundtrack-- the track that plays when you battle a trainer, the low health dings being turned into a legit song that also slaps, the battle! gym leader themes-- and oh my gOd, the legendary theme is amazing? It really tells you just how glorious these pokemon are supposed to be. It's not intimidating like Groudon/Kyroge/Rayquaza's themes. It's not action packed like Palkia/Dialga's is, it's not filled with tension like Giratina/Arceus's is-- but it radiates the GLORY that the beasts portray. And I live for that. (Also, Kyurem's version is my favorite because it glitches in the beginning and that's rly cool)

P/D/P and BW/BW2's stories, imo, are some of the greatest ones. Yeahhh, US/USUM's is cool and I haven't played XY nor SwSh-- but the ones I can find memorable are PDP and BW/BW2. I love N. I love Barry. They're my sons. Ghetsis is fucking terrifying, Cyrus needs a hug. Giratina scared the piss out of me when I was younger, which was NOT helped by Giratina and The Sky Warrior.

I think my favorite movies are the gen 4 ones. The Rise of Darkrai having a tear-jerking theme for such a mysterious pokemon (i still tear up when i hear Ocarion), Giratina being spiteful is a mood and Shaymin was cute, Arceus being angry is also a mood. Yeah, Pokemon 4Ever made me cry my eyes out over Celebi, Mewtwo Returns made me again cry because Mewtwo accepting who he is, I remember how vastly different the BW movies are-

I just. I have a lot of memories with the series, even if Gamefreak and Nintendo kinda do the series dirty a lot (your top-grossing thing and you made That monstrosity for the Switch? How dare you.). It's comforting to be stressed and pull up my roms for the games and to play them. Mystery Dungeon is incredibly fun to play, Pokemon Ranger is really fun with the concept (Shadows of Almia continues to kick my ass to this very day and FUCK the Jungle Relic, I hate the Water Challenge fucking gyarados bullshit). I remember the pokemon I got for MD (I got Time, my sis got Darkness) was Mudkip, if that is any help.

I love my little fictional pixel monsters.

5. Yup, someone told tiny 7-9 y/o me about console games. The legend of Zelda. My first Zelda game was Twilight Princess on the Wii and BOY did I play the fucking SHIT out of that game.

Honestly, looking back and looking at playthroughs now-- I still love TP. Twilight Princess is still one of my top favorite Zelda games-- yes, even after playing OoT, Majora's Mask, Wind Waker, Skyward Sword, the anniversary four swords edition for the DS where you could play by yourself (Nintendo pls bring that back, I don't have friends to play it with ;-;), Phantom Hourglass- ect.

Something about Twilight Princess grabbed me by the head and yeeted me into the world. I can remember playing it for hours with little to no breaks. I, a tiny 9 y/o, had gotten the hang of the controllers and managed to get past the tutorial quite easily. And then, I was launched into the game and I wasn't stopping for NOTHING. Mom and Dad would have to force me to save and get off to go and eat dinner. THAT sucked.

I had done everything on my own up until the first temple, the forest temple. Not where/when you saved the dumb kid, but when you were saving the spirit's light. Theeeeeeennn I got stuck on the fucking Forest Temple for deadass six months straight. I'd play for hours, running around in circles, unable to figure out where to go, and because I didn't grasp the temple's purpose of being that way- I'd get angry and get off. It wasn't until dad looked up a walkthrough and talked me through what I was supposed to do that I learned how to get through temples.

I had gotten to the last little fight with Ganondorf before the Wii broke and i could no longer play. Despite the Wii being broke and we got rid of it, I was ADAMANT on keeping the game, and I kept that game for YEARS. It was an original copy out of a sealed box, and I eventually lost it when I left it accidentally at my now ex-friend's house.

She had a Wii and I went "hey I have a Wii game!" And I brought my Zelda over. Worst fucking choice of my goddamn life. Mom called me to come home and said I couldn't sleep over like the original plan was, and that was it. My ex-friend stashed my Zelda and I never saw it again. And, even if I wanted to-- I couldn't get it back, which makes me upset. We had a BAD falling out. She likely doesn't even remember it's there, or sold it to the local game junkie kid who buys ALL games.

But I still love the game. Midna was amazing, and I loved how snarky she was and she has a very cute design! The game's OST is fucking phenomenal. Midna's Desperate Hour makes me cry bc goddamn it really sells how serious that situation is. I love Hyrule Field's theme in this game. I love the Twilight Realm's song. Zant was fucking hilariously scary. Ganondorf's design in this game scared the piss out of me when I was younger.

Midna and this game's Link and Zelda are def my favorites. Yeah yeah, Sheik is cool and all I Guess but dhsushwishs Midna holds the special place in my heart. She was totally my gay awakening BUT

For other game antagonists, I adore Ghirahim-- let's go you funky little queer-coded villain. Skull Kid was great, I love the entire dynamic of him. Prankster lost soul stumbles upon Majora's Mask and the mask makes him act out due to powers-- which, I actually took very heavy inspiration from for one of my OCs. The moon falling to Hyrule was a fucking terrifying looming threat.

But the game series holds a place, and I've yet to be able to play BoTW-- although, I'm fairly certain I'll like it. The playthroughs I've watched of it are all fairly decent! I just. Gotta save up enough money to buy it haha.

Dang guess I gotta go watch a Twilight Princess playthrough again.

Honorable Mentions:

Avatar: the Last Airbender, specifically Book 3

my OCs definitely make me happy, they're my children and I'd ramble A LOT longer if given the chance WHEEZE

My friends, but I didn't add them here bc it's more fictional stuff, I presume

Baking. I love to bake cupcakes.

Painting is fun. I'm an artist and goddammit im going to use painting as an excuse to make a mess.

Fire. I rly like fire, down to a pyromaniac level. However, i hate the fires that happened to my home town, the Great Smokey Fires of 2016-- THAT pissed me off. How dare you burn mountain landscapes to the ground. Perish.

History. I'm a history nerd.

I'm also a science nerd.

But fuck math, I cannot comprehend math to save my life.

For some reason, I rly like learning how the human body works??? like did you know, organs are actually sticky when touched by a bare hand?? Did you?? How fucking cool is that.

Bakugan. I love Bakugan, esp the DS game. I love my Darkus Leonidas. Give me back the online world, you peasants-- I want my Darkus Dragonoid. (Also fuck all my friends from when I was in kindergarten- my theory that Alice was Masquerade was somewhat correct.)

#admin ace #admin ace speaks #communistvriska #inbox tag #homestuck #warrior cats #harry potter #pokemon #legend of zelda

[kinetic-elaboration]

November 28: STID Again

From the writer of “I re-watched ST XI for the second time in 2 months” comes “I re-watched STID for the second time in 2 months”! And here are my thoughts.

This film still sucks but it sucked a little less this time because I’d adjusted my expectations accordingly. Also I’d already spent my rage on some of the... bigger, more general rage-inducing things, including the underwear scene, the white-washing, Pike’s death, and Spock’s reaction to Kirk dying.

I got angrier about the S/U stuff than I did watching ST XI because there truly seemed to be no point to it at all. At least in ST XI you felt like they did it for some kinda reasons--dumb reasons like “Spock needs comforting” and or “funny gag about the hero not getting the girl”--but reasons. They would have been better off just not mentioning that Spock and Uhura were a thing in this film. They barely do anything with it, and everything they do makes either Uhura specifically or both of them as a unit look bad: how she wrings her hands and clutches her pearls when he’s in danger (uh, have you noticed what both your jobs are lol?); how they fight in the middle of a mission, thus endangering themselves and their Captain; how she just sneaks into background shots for the rest of the film whenever things look Too Gay to remind you that Spock totally has a girlfriend and totally isn’t into the Captain because no homo right fellas??

Also yet again Spock seems pretty well checked out of this relationship. He may use the Vulcan excuse but let me tell ya he looked AWFULLY confused when she kissed him after the little Klingon cosplay interlude thing. Like he barely kissed back and then when she walked away he looked after her like “What was that??”

Anyway I did enjoy the times when Spock was clearly jealous of Carol Marcus. He was probably at his most IC there: Spock seeing a woman even glance at the Captain and immediately becoming a petty, dramatic bitch to her is very TOS.

Overall, this was the Kirk Show, which would usually fly well with me because I love him your honor, but they ALSO simultaneously butchered his character, which really soured the experience. Like they really, really did him dirty throughout. He’s reckless, he’s a liar, he’s arrogant, he’s slutty, he’s vengeful, he’s an obvious pawn for Bad People in the Bad Starfleet, he’s immoral, he’s easily played, he’s slutty again... and then toward the end of the film he starts learning some lessons and then sacrifices himself heroically. But he basically has to learn to be the sort of person I feel like Kirk just is inherently, which made me feel like he was being written by people who just didn’t get him at all. Which is hard to watch.

I think CPIne did a good job of forcibly pulling him toward something like IC characterization wherever possible, though. I really liked him in the conversation with Admiral Marcus. He turned on the charm and that “who me?” kind of attitude to look defenseless while he was actually scheming. Also I totally noticed him sneaking in some flirty looks with both Spock and Bones.

I don’t know how I feel about the Spock characterization in this movie. I felt like he was really annoying in the early parts of the film. And I disagree that he’s this big rule follower because come ON fools have you SEEN TOS? He’s logical, that’s not the same thing as being a stickler for regulations. He could certainly cite them and there are scenes where he goes up against McCoy in particular about the rules, but you could just as easily find scenes where Kirk or McCoy cites or uses regulations to his advantage because the truth is ALL of these people are very smart, competent, and good at their jobs and ALL of them are professional career military and care about doing things the right way. But you’d never get ANY of that from AOS.

Not to circle back too obviously here but I grow very weary with the no-homo-ness of this film/series. The constant placement of Uhura in scenes or even individual shots where she doesn’t need to be, lest anyone forget that Spock likes the ladies; the weird disconnect between the events influencing Kirk and Spock’s relationship (literally saving each other’s lives) and the lesson they learn from it (”We’re bros! Friends for life!”); just how few scenes they were even allowed to have with each other. But honestly mostly the second thing. So much effort is put into Kirk saving Spock in the beginning and making this into a big deal (even though he would have done that for any crew member imo) and then of course Kirk’s (almost) death is the big teary climax of the film and all that and ALL he says in his final moments are “I need you to understand why I didn’t let you die” and ALL Spock can say is “We’re friends.” YEAH DUH BITCH WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE COWORKERS?

So frustrating.

Things I did definitely like: Kirk looking mighty fine (I’m just gonna say it, he looks prettiest in STID); Pike (though I’m still angry at his death); the radiation-chamber scene (even though it was spoiled a little by that dumbass angry Khan yell)...that might be it. Oh and McCoy/Carol Marcus flirting. I liked Carol in general despite her few moments of weird ditziness.

STID is not a good film, and it’s certainly not a good Star Trek film--for some reason it decides to spend a large amount of time being Transformers, Star Wars, a Sad English Drama, a Gritty, Dark Military Drama, literally anything but Star Trek, which it never TRULY was, in the sense of “space utopia”--but it is watchable. Unlike Beyond which, as far as I can remember from the last time I saw it probably no later than 2017, really is not.

...I’m probably still going to attempt to rewatch it at some point though.

#the year 2020 #2020: fandom thoughts #2020: star trek #this is super incoherent but! oh well!

[revisionaryhistory]

Three Days ~ 1

~*~Sebastian~*~

"Where are the fucking chocolate chips?" Oh, shit! Did I say that out loud? I cut my eyes to each side and thankfully didn't see anyone. I'd been searching this aisle for-fucking- ever. The sign says "Baking Needs". Chocolate chips go in cookies. Cookies are baked. Therefore, chocolate chips should be in the aisle marked "Baking Needs”. Should be, but I can't fucking find them.

I about jumped out of my skin when I felt a hand on my elbow.

A soft female voice quickly said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

This grocery trip is getting better and better. I guess there was someone in the aisle with me. I'm in long baggy athletic shorts, a black t-shirt, and a zippered hoodie with the hood up covering an old baseball cap. I was suddenly very aware that I look like a homeless guy who wandered into a Wegman's on the rich side of town.

I closed my eyes and mentally kicked myself in the ass before I turned around to meet the voice. Please, let it be a nice old lady.

And... nope. She's a little younger and shorter than me. Her long light brown hair has blonde highlights and hung in messy waves over a Pearl Jam tour shirt. I stopped there and focused on her bright green eyes. She's pretty. Says the slightly scary homeless guy.

I'm supposed to respond. Say something, Sebastian. "No, you didn't. Well, you did, but just because I thought no one was here to see me talking to myself."

"Oh, good." Her soft pink lips curved up at the sides. She has a very pretty smile. One that lights up her face. "Can I help you find something? You seem a little lost."

Yep, she thinks I'm a lost homeless guy. Well, that's the best case scenario. Her voice is soft, quiet, and soothing. Not afraid. More like she doesn't want me to be. Hmm.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you."

"Ok." She smiled and nodded sympathetically before turning around.

I knew my answer was wrong as I was speaking. I should fix it. "Actually, if you wouldn't mind.” She turned back toward me with raised eyebrows. I proceeded to verbal vomit all over her. "This isn't my grocery store. I'm up from the city helping my parents unpack from a move. Mom wants to make some fudge and sent me here." I pointed up to the sign. "I thought chocolate chips would be in baking needs."

She smiled and her head bounced as she talked, "They are." She pointed down the aisle. "The other half of the baking aisle."

I felt my cheeks getting hot and knew they were turning red. I fought the urge to smack myself on the forehead. Instead I grimace and shook my head a little, "I didn't know they were halved. This is embarrassing."

"Not at all. It's not your store." She put her hand barely on my arm again, directing me. "This way."

As soon as we started walking she took her hand away. I wished she wouldn't have. I walked with her down the grocery aisle. A couple of things were going through my mind. She's even prettier than I first thought. Her eyes are striking. They have a circle of dark around the green.   Her face is chiseled, but soft. I know, those two don't go together, but they do. She’s maybe got on mascara. Blush? Hell, I don’t know. Too often anymore women are caked in things that leave stains on my shirt. She doesn’t. She’s pretty. I keep going back to her being pretty. Very pretty.

Past the superficial, she seems kind. She offered to help a complete stranger. A rather sketchy looking one. And anytime I've said something self depreciating she refuted it with her tone of voice even more than her words. It's not often I run into a genuinely kind person. Sure, I know they exist, but me being me I struggle to believe it when I see it. I'm not so jaded to believe people put on act because of who I am. It's just that because of who I am it's harder to just meet someone and have them be real. They're more anxious than me and I'm making an effort to calm them, relax them, and be kind. So they're not being very genuine and it's hard to know if someone is kind if they're seriously trying not to shit themselves.

I walked with the kind and very pretty women to find chocolate chips. I should say something. Maybe salvage my self esteem. "I'm guessing this is your grocery."

"I'm here every week." She looked back at me, "Your parents just moved here?"

"Yes. They bought a house out by the river."

Excitement lifted her voice, "The old Blanchard place?"

I shrugged, "No idea."

"Deck over looking the pool. Pool house. Gorgeous view of the river and mountains."

How does she know the house my parents bought? Before I could ask, she answered. "Small town, big house, old family." She stopped and pointed at the shelf. "Chocolate chips."

Half a wall of chocolate chips. Shit. I laughed, "That's a lot of chips." I scanned and grabbed the dark chocolate ones. "Thank you."

She nodded and smiled, "What else is on your list?"

I smiled back, "Marshmallow cream and evaporated milk."

She took a few steps and pointed again, "Voila."

"Wow, that was easy. I should have found you sooner. I was pacing that other half an aisle searching each fucking row for a good ten minutes."

I'm a little disappointed this didn't take longer.

"Glad I could help."

I turned and slowly started in the direction of the check out, "Hope I didn't disrupt your shopping trip."

She held up a bottle of honey, "All I needed."

I hadn't noticed she had any thing in her hand. Now that I get a chance to look I noticed they're pretty too. Her nails are painted a light pastel blue. "Tea or baking?"

"Tea."

"I'm more of a coffee guy."

"Oh, I need my morning coffee. I like evening tea to wind down from the day."

"I should try that."

"Tea's in row six. Front half." Her eyes sparkled with laughter.

"Ha fucking ha." We were both laughing as we got to the self check out lanes.

She went first and waited for me. We walked out together, stopping away from the door. I turned to face her and noticed her pink lips were a little shiny and made me want to kiss her. I wanted to see if her lips were as soft as they looked and find out the flavor of her lip gloss. Luckily, I recognized this as wildly inappropriate. I tamped down the thoughts and spoke, "Thank you again for the help."

"No problem." Her voice trailed off and she raised her eyebrows.

"Oh!" I finally understood why she was looking at me strangely and put my hand on my chest, "I'm Sebastian."

She pulled her eyebrows down then her eyes went wide with recognition. Then she did something very unexpected. She started laughing. "Nice to meet you, Sebastian. I'm Emiliana."

"Emiliana." I repeated. “Sorry, I've never heard that name before.”

"Few have.”

She smiled, but I felt self conscious about what I'd said. I put my hand on hers, "I didn't mean anything. It's a pretty name, unusual. Do you go by Emiliana?"

"Emma." She laughed again, "Do you go by Sebastian, Seb, Bastian?"

"I answer to them all. Friends call me Seb. Sebastian is kinda formal and my mom calls me when I'm being bad or someone doesn't know what to call me. Nobody calls me Bastian, but you can try it. Sounds like flirting, slightly dirty." I'm flirting. I almost laugh at myself. I'm standing outside a grocery flirting with a women I met five minutes ago in the baking aisle. Someone should make this a movie.

Her face screwed up. "Which do you want me to use?"

"Don't care, which ever feels right. I'm not bothered by you trying them out until you pick one." Actually, I thought that sounded fun. Wait. What do I want her to use? She's going to be using my name. She's flirting back.

Emma laughed and that made me smile. "Weird confession for just meeting."

I looked away then back. "I'm stalling. Trying to work up the courage to ask you to dinner tonight. I'm close, almost there."

"I think you just did."

I looked around, looking for words. "Yeah, I guess I did. Badly." We both laughed. I put a hand on her shoulder. "I get anxious when I'm doing something unexpected or around strangers. I'm usually pretty good at reigning my self in."  I took a deep breath and let it out, "Emma, how about dinner tonight? You'll have to pick the place. I know nothing around here." I waved one hand in the air as I said the last part.

I watched her eyes sparkle in green and gold when she answered, "I'd love to have dinner with you, Sebastian."

"Great!" I felt genuine excitement. It had been a long time since I'd basically been on a blind date in the country side. Long, like never. "Pick you up or meet there?" I'm pretty sure she knows who I am, but she doesn't actually know me. I want her to decide what she's comfortable with.  I'm not going to assume she trusts me with her home address.

"You can come get me. You made it here so you can find me. I'm about three blocks away." She pointed to a path at the side of the parking lot. "Cuts right through to my neighborhood."

"Did you walk here?"

She nodded her head with a smile, "Only for light loads when I forget things."

"Can I drive you home? Then I'll know where to get you later."

"Good idea, Seb."

I'm amused that's she's literally trying out calling me different names. Can't wait for Bastian and I actually hate being called Bastian. I lead her to my mom's SVU and open to door for her. I tossed the bag in the back before starting the car. I looked over at her, "Which way?"

Emma directed me out of the parking lot onto the main road. From there it was a quick drive. I barely straightened out from one turn when she was telling me to turn again. I pulled into the driveway of the end unit on a row of condominiums. Hers was yellow with white trim and a bright red door. From the roof lines it looked like the two story had vaulted ceilings. For some reason, I thought the quaint yet contemporary home fit her.

"This is cute." I held my hand out in the direction of the condo. "I know you said it was close, but I'm disappointed it was this close." I emphasized the second to last word.

She smiled, "Convenient and quick."

"No conversation time." I pushed out my bottom lip in a pout.

She smiled and patted my forearm, "What time for dinner?"

“Now too early? Wait, I need to shower and change.” I pulled out the sides of my jacket.

“Oh, I don't know, I like this disheveled thing you've got going on.”

“Funny.” She's smirking at me. That's sexy as fuck. I glanced at the clock on the dash and did quick math, “Um, six? What time do you usually have dinner?”

“Six is good.” She slid out of the SUV and peeked back inside, “I'm excited. Thank you for asking me to dinner, Bastian.”

Fuck, I like her.  

Back at mom’s I left the SUV by the side door instead of pulling it around to the garage in back. Bounding through the kitchen door, I dropped the bag on the counter and kissed my mom's cheek.

She was washing up and dried her hands while looking at me. "What have you gone and done? You've the look you got as a teenager when you'd been up to mischief."

There was no sense even pretending. "I've got a date. Dinner. Tonight."

"You've been here twenty four hours. How do you have a date?"

I shrugged, "It's a gift." She rolled her eyes at me. "She helped me find the chocolate chips."

Mom looked me up and down with a sneer on her face. "You look homeless."

"I know." My voice was exasperated and I held my hands out to the side.

"She could be a scary stalker."

"Maybe, but I'll go back to New York and leave you deal with her."

I helped mom make the fudge, even cleaning up the saucepan before heading to the shower. There was a small apartment in the pool house that was to be my space when I was here. Beacon was about an hour and half away from the city. I could visit more often and my own space would make a nice get away.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror after my shower. I ran my hand over my face trying to decide if I should shave or not. It would depend on what I wore. Fuck. I don't have date clothes. My towel fell off while I was tossing things from my bag to the bed. I stood there naked, hands on my hips, looking at my options. Shorts. Shorts. Jeans. Jeans. Multiple T-shirts. A Henley. Jeans, Henley, and my low cut boots it is! Decided not to shave and just ran some product through my hair as I headed out the door.

The drive back to her place gave me time to get rid of the nerves and get excited. Never been on a first date I wasn't nervous about. Will you have anything to talk about? Will there be something important you disagree on? Will the initial attraction fade to friendship? And what about her saying or doing that one thing - a deal breaker. For me that would be rude to wait staff, racist, homophobic, a Trump supporter, and laughing like Janice on Friends. I don't think my list is too much to ask.

AO3

#sebastian stan #fanfiction

[cholie]

The Red Pearls - A Pirate Au

This is a oneshot about my personal friend group, all for fun^^ I might make more in the future. Sorry in advance if there’s a lot of spelling errors, I’m wiritng this in the middle of the night haha.

Age, names and appereance are not completely accurate to any of us.

Trigger warning: Blood, mention of physical abuse also mention of death and scared of someone dying, a lot of people being stabbed, shooting, drinking. Fill me out if there’s anything needed.

Genre: Angst, fluff, not a sad ending tho.

Word count: 3,1k

Year 1580

"Phew, atleast we got away safer than last time" Nerina blurted out looking at her captain.

"Yes indeed, we woulden't want it to be like last time, Hope almost burned down the cannons" Julie said, the two went quiet before laughing again.

On the pirate ship Aurora ruled by The Red Pearls are the captain Choi Julie, with strawberry red slight curly hair, her roots covered by a black hat, a worn big white blouse covered by a black corsetbelt that's been sitting tight on her tiny waist with a gun in her belt, black trousers that hugs her legs with the matching black-brown boots and a long worn red jacket. She has an eyepatch over her left eye while everyone can see how black her right eye is, you had to be very close to be able to see her pupil.

Julie is the oldest at 25 yet also one the shortest at 157cm.

The sailingsmaster Nerina Lamora, her outfit is similar, the blouse is more loose and her corsetbelt isn't that tight, in it she has a sword and a gun, her hair is brown and goes to her shoulders with one side covered by rings in her hair in a braid, with is she has bangs that goes a little over her forehead. Nerina had the most mysterious green eyes anyone had ever seen which made her appear very mysterios and charming.

Nerina is one of the youngest with her age of 22 and the next tallest with her height of 168cm.

"Guys have you seen Mimi?" The master gunner Hope walks over to the two girls, they're wearing a  worn beige blouse with a long black skirt with some black pants under and some black boots, they had a red corset around their waist that went right under their chest, they have one blue and one green eye, they also have a dimple on their right cheek. Their hair is short, black and with a side cut.

Hope is the youngest of 20 and also the tallest of 170cm.

"I'm here!! I'm here!!" Mimi yelled to the three running over to them pancing and trying to focus on her breath, looking up at them and laughing a little. The quartermaster Mimi Marleen was wearing like the rest, a white worn blouse, except this was a little tighter and was scuffed up to her elbows on both sides, a brown vest stopping at her chest that was a little tighter with two bigger daggerts in it, down her neck was a long necklace, with some black pants that had a slight hint of dark green in them scuffed under her vest to create a neat look, she wore some black boots that went up to right under her knee, she had long blonde hair in a half updo, some frontpieces sticking to her forehead because of the sweat as the sun was high up, she had blue eyes and a freckles giving her a cute look.

Mimi is 22, older than Nerina and is 163cm, even though she isn't near being the youngest she's the cutest on board and acts like the littlesister to them all.

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Year 1566

It was night on the island of Cuba, Julie was running off her dad's ship, praying that she wasn't gonna be caught by one of the workers on the ship, she was tiny and very sneaky so luckily she got away with small scracthes from when she had hit some of the rocks on her way away.

Julie was abused a lot physically by her uncle and her dad, she did get a lot of fighting and survival skills  out of it by always watching them fight and in the night doing it herself in secret hoping she wouldn't get caught, she had lived on sea almost all her life, her mom died when she was 2 so she dosen't really remember anything.

Julie had been running for a long time finally finding another beach, she noticed a bar and with her little money she could maybe be able to find some food and some water. When she got inside she looked around noticing people in the tavern, in the cornor were two ladys and two men, they looked like they were having fun, not anything Julie got concerned about, she heard a high shriek from the other end of the bar and saw two men, looking down at this small girl who they had their hands on.

Julie ran over and pushed the girl behind her while she took her little daggert, pushing the daggert into the man who had the girls arm's leg, he shrieked in pain and his friend wasn't focused on the two girls anymore as they both ran out of the bar, over to a bush and hide behind it.

"Thank you.." The girl said to Julie.

"You're welcome, but you were very close to being slaughtered and god knows what else they were gonna do to you" Julie said to her concerned.

"My name is Mimi Marleen, what's your name?" The girl named Mimi said to Julie.

"Choi Julie, pleasure to meet you, now we should probably get away" Julie said looking at Mimi, noticing her wear, she had a pale blue skirt that went from her waist down to her legs, she had a very old white blouse and a brown vest that went over her tiny waist and up along her shoulders and back, her hair was blonde and loose, she looked tired and dirty.

"Are you okay?" Julie asked Mimi, Mimi looked at her crooking a small smile and shook her head.

"Not really, I was trying to steal some food since I haven't eaten at all today" Mimi said, Julie took her smaller hands in hers and promised it was gonna be okay and so it was! Julie and Mimi stuck together through thick and thin, Julie learned how to properly survive on land as she had been living on the sea her entire life, Mimi learned how to defend herself and fight, they learned to be quicker and smarter in how to steal food, since they didn't have a lot of money for things.

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Year 1570

"RUN MIMI" Julie shouted to Mimi, they were running for their lives, for the first time in 4 years had they encountered Julie's dad's crew and her worst nightmare, her uncle. Julie's uncle caught Julie, stabbed her in the eye but Mimi was quick to react and pulled out Julie's daggert and stabbed the uncle in the leg before pulling Julie out and running away, the uncle gasped loudly and winched in pain as to how deep Mimi made the cut.

"Julie, please are you okay? Please don't leave me" Nerina approached the two girls she just saw running out of a bush on the beach of southeren La Florida.

"What happened here?" Nerina was quick to answer, her flowy pink dress touched the sand as she sat down on the other side of Julie.

"We were running away from her uncle and I think she got stabbed in the eye, she woulden't let me see and she won't asnwer me right now" Mimi cried out, playing with her fingers.

"Hey it's gonna be okay, let me take you both to my room and let me fix her up" Mimi's eyes began to lighten up, because never in a million years did she want to loose one of the people that became very important to her and especially now when Mimi dosen't really have anyone else, theyre not in havana anymore and Mimi woulden't know how to get back.

When the three girls arrived in Nerina's room she was quick to fix up a lot of surgeon's stuff, she realized how bad her eyes was, there was a lot of blood spilling out, she took the eye out and began fixing her, sewing her eyes together as they formed a big scar. Nirena was as a small kid taught how to perform surgery's and by the age of 12 she was very helpful to many people, she took a glance over at Mimi and saw her sleeping in a sitting position and couldn't help but smile, it's nice they have each other. Nerina fixed Julie up and got a light eye patch she could take over the left eye to make sure nothing bad would come in from the winds, she went over and began fixing Mimi up from all the scars she had gotten from the rocks she probably had fallen on.

It was morning and they had all awoken, Julie had the wprst headache she had pobably ever experienced but Nirena was quick to help her and clean up her scar.

"I'm Nerina Lamora! It's a pleasure to meet you both" Nerina took out her hand and both Julie and Mimi shook them.

"I'm Choi Julie, and this is Mimi Marleen, we just recently came from Havana by hopping on a random boat and to be honest, we have no clue on what we're gonna do from now on" Julie said, Mimi nodding along to every word spoken.

"My parents work in the big business that's so popular to talk about these days, I come from Havana but I'm barely home, I'm always here in this house and I kinda miss being at home but mom and dad dosen't say anything to me other than 'there there, just sit and be pretty, we'll talk when we get back' but we never talk" Nerina said, a frown forming on all of the girls faces.

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Year 1573

Three years after their meeting with Nerina they had quickly become good friends with her and had found a place to stay, Nerina had finished her education and had made her parent's very proud while Mimi and Julie had been making a plan on stealing one of the ships and getting out there, they knew it would most likely be impossible without people so they befriended five others who seemed to have taking a huge interest in their plan and followed them throughout the three years, all of them not wanting a big role on the ship but just wanting to be free from their lives and live on the sea, they trusted Julie, Mimi and Nerina a lot.

"They want me to take over the business" Nerina said, her voice choked up in tears.

"Do you want to?" Asked a worried Mimi, Nerina shook her head letting herself fall into Mimi's arms, Julie being worried while going over to hug them.

"Come with us, I know you might think it's one of the scariest things but we promise you we'll keep you safe" Julie said, comforting Nerina, Nerina nodded.

"Wait really??" Mimi shook up, a big smile formin on her lips.

"Yes, I would rather go with you than keep on being stuck here and I'm getting tired of being the pretty perfect girl" Nerina said, all three jumping up and down in happiness.

The evening after went better than expected, Nerina had packed a big back with food, a lot of water, surgeons gear and everything that they needed before handing it to one of he other crewmates and dissapearing out in the evening with them all, they found a pretty big ship and with the skills in fighting and weapon they were well prepared.

They arrived on the ship and got rid of all the guards and secured the whole ship and accepted all the others on board.

"All the others are in the nearby taver- Did you just knock all those men out and throw them over to the shore?" Nerina said, a confused look on her face as all the five people nodded laughing at how how impressed she was. They all managed to escape the city and flow out to the sea, Julie sat down in one of the rooms sobbing quietly as Nerina went inside.

"Hey Julie, what happened?" She asked concerned on why her friend was crying when they just managed to get free.

"This is actually my dad's ship, they didn't have a lot of people on it and I know it from every angle so I decided it was this ship we were gonna take" Julie said, making a little smile on her face.

"I threw a lot of his stuff overboard and cleared the 3 main bedrooms so they looked more fresh, theres a bedroom with 4 beds if you want it to be your surgeosn room?" Julie asked Nerina.

"I would love that, I don't wanna be a main surgeon on here to be honest, I love climbing and looking out at the sea and looking at maps" Nerina said.

"You could be the sailingsmaster? You're pretty good with maps and can find out a lot of stuff easy and you're probably also the only one of here that can read fully" Julie said to Nerina.

A couple of months went by and they had painted the ship a darker brown while letting it be prettier, and taken the flag down, they had costumized the rooms better and having a big room where the five other crewmates asked to sleep. Julie had been choosen to be the captain with her knowlegde and respect. Nerina had been choosen to be the sailingsmaster and Mimi had been choosen as the quatermaster.

While sailing away from Port Nelson to Nassau they realized there had been a shipwreck.

"Wait theres a person there, we gotta go look" Julie half yelled to her crewmates, they got a boat ready and began sailing over to the body and seeing that they we're lying on a big piece of the boat, unconcious, Mimi quickly got gtip in the body and with help they got them on their boat, doing cpr, hoping that they would still be alive.

They began coughing water up and looked at the girls in utter confusion.

"Uh.. Hi" They said looking at the three girls, Julie waviing to them and explaining everything they had witnessed.

"Oh.. I'm really cold actually" They had said, they all quickly began sailing back to the ship and got them covered in a blanket in Nerina's surgeon room.

"So tell me, what's your name?" Julie had asked, Mimi had a huge smile on her face, making them know that no one of them would hurt them.

"Hope Wegryn, a now former gunner on the ship that wrecked, I'm 13" They finished, Julie being in shook.

"13?? How experienced are you?" Julie asked.

"I've been down at the gunners all my life on sea, so I would say pretty experienced" Hope said.

And just like that they had a new master gunner, Hope was a natural.

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Year 1580

After now 7 years on sea as a crew they were wanted from the left and right, they we're famous elite pirates and their bounties we're higher than most pirates. They got their name from when a stranger had encountered Julie as a red pearl, she decided that they all were pearls, special and filled with rage from their past lives, so the red pearls suited them just fine.

"Come one! the tavern isn't gonna wait all day is it?" Hope said to the three girls.

"Well actually it kinda is-" Julie started before being dragged by her fellow crewmates towards the tavern, them ordering the usual rum and starting to dance all around the tables. Julie and Mimi were probably the most dangerous of the four as they had shot more people than they could could count to, they didn't do it because they were filled with rage they did it to prevent poor girls to be treated like they were, maybe a little aggresive but they always made sure to get the girls in safe hands afterwards.

Hope and Nerina we're an iconic duo as Hope would usually flirt with the guys in the tavern that earlier had touched some of the boys and girls inappropriate places and ofcoruse they got away with it, they had their techniques, and after getting them in the cage Nerina would come over and smack them stealing their money and running out of the place back to the ship. They definently weren't someone to be messed with, they would make sure to make your life a living hell if you did anything that was innapropriate.

"You know, I really love you" Mimi called to Julie, they had their usual flirting whenever they got drunk with each other, it wasn't meant in anyway serious they were just very happy for each other. Julie went over and gave Mimi as kiss on the cheek and downed yet another glass of rum, spotting another captain in the other end of the room, blushing lightly when they got eye contact.

"Maybe you should come with me for a bit" Hope said to one of the gross men who leaked of a cheap whine and smelled abseloutly disgusting, Hope could never see themselves with anyone like this, their standarts are way too high.

"We could have a fun night babygirl" The man said, running hands down Hope's hips, Hope almost gagged all over him of the thought of him. Before Hope was being touched anywhere else Nerina came into the smaller room and smacked the man with a bat she had found earlier taking it with her because she knew she would need it later on.

They took the money from the man threw him on the beach further away.

"What up cap? Looks like you got enough" Hope said laughing at how red Julie was in the face.

"It matches your hair" Nerina said bursting out laughing at her comment making a few people look at them, being a little disturbed.

"I got the money from the man, ugh he was so gross to Hope" Nerina continued and they both sat down on the two other chairs.

"Amazing, this was definently a thougher one you've encountered Hope, you're very good" Mimi complimented Hope, she laughed a little and smacked her entire body over Hope, making all of them laugh a little, Mimi was really cute.

"What got you so red cap?" Hope asked Julie who had calmed a little down but before she could answer Mimi interrupted.

"Choi Julie here my friends saw a very handsome man in the other end of the room, he has a brown mullet and a very cute smile" Mimi said making Julie once again red as she decided to hide her face behind her hat this time.

Nerina looked over at the guy having the times of his life with his seven other crewmates, he indeed was very cute.

"Well cap, we're gonna stay here at Nassau for a long time, so if you don't get mannered up today, let's try and get you into the flirting game tomorrow" Hope said, they all downed a glass of expensive wine and nodded. They decided to go back to the ship, Julie on the way out catching a warm smile from the other captain and smiling back before going with the others back to the ship.

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