#so we had to find somewhere else. which i was tasked with

[bestworstcase]

option 1: tai’s guarding the crown of choice.

pros:

a legitimately important task that recontextualizes his ongoing decision to remain on patch as a personal sacrifice he makes for the greater good.

ozpin would pick the guy named for the god of light to be the gatekeeper of choice, huh.

if any parent in this story is meant to die, it’s him, and narratively this is the most intuitive way to do it.

cons:

realistically, what can tai do to prevent salem / cinder / summer from accessing the vault if they find it? if he’s the gatekeeper, staying on patch alone after everyone else evacuates achieves nothing except, ah, signaling to the enemy that the real vault is under signal academy. bad plan.

it means oz is breaking his promise to be honest and forthcoming, undermining his character growth for the sake of ‘surprising’ the audience with the most obvious answer.

means qrow has either been kept in the dark (see prev point) or he’s also deliberately hiding this information from his nieces after they asked him outright if he knew where tai is; this is so far afield for his character as to border on character assassination, and likewise undermines his positive growth since v7.

honestly makes both yang and ruby seem kind of stupid. they know the crown is hidden somewhere near beacon, that ozpin did something to protect it differently from the others, and that their father hasn’t left patch. ruby was sharp enough to guess that long memory might be a relic hidden in plain sight; yang is just as smart, and she knows tai had “some things” to look after on patch. are we expected to believe that “hey, is dad guarding the relic?” somehow hasn’t occurred to either of them?

tai harbors a whole lot of resentment toward ozpin, and based on qrow kicking him out of ruby’s bedroom to drip-feed her hints on where to go next, he seems to have been on the outer perimeter of the inner circle. why would oz entrust him with the relic’s safety?

glynda—ozpin’s scrupulously loyal second-in-command whose emblem is a crown and whose semblance puts her on par with a maiden—is a far more narratively plausible vault-guardian than tai, and the “sun dragon” makes a damn good red herring.

if he’s guarding the vault, he dies. sorry. but the point of putting the father of 2/4 protagonists in between the two main villains and the thing they want most (choice) is so they can kill him to get it, increasing tension and raising the emotional stakes of negotiating peace. to be clear, rwby is willing to Go There, but i think it’s an unsatisfactory way to close out the rose xiao long family arc.

option 2: survivors trapped under mountain glenn, and tai is taking point.

pros:

a genuinely important, worthwhile thing for him to be doing—even more so than guarding the crown. likely sets up a resolution for him in the vein of “you can be a good huntsman or a good father, and tai picked being a huntsman,” which is an elegant way to balance his contradictions.

gives him meaningful stuff to do in v10; for example, one stealthy huntsman with a bullhead could slip in and out of mountain glenn to get a few dozen people out at a time, and/or run supplies and messages between the kingdoms.

we get to see zwei back in action around mountain glenn :)

introduces a natural segue from playing defense in vacuo to mounting a counteroffensive against beacon as tai’s work clarifies the situation in vale.

easily the most 'heroic' direction for him without contorting the story to arbitrarily lionize tai: he’s a scout preparing the stage for the heroes to take the fight to salem, making him the good counterpart to watts.

cons:

makes no sense to keep it a secret. the emotional beats of B4 can still happen if the girls know this is what tai’s doing: instead of “do you… wonder why he’s not here? i know qrow said he’s on assignment, but what’s more important than here?” yang says “do you… wish he were here? with us? i know qrow said he’s looking for survivors, but how many of them can there really be by now? we need all the help we can get,” and ruby says “maybe we don’t have the full picture” as in maybe dad knows something we don’t and that’s why he hasn’t given up yet. the emotion is the same, and the big "they’re hiding in mountain glenn" reveal is hinted without spoiling.

leaves hanging the narrative thread of what tai has been doing since the fall of beacon, because the “some things” he was dealing with in v4 obviously wasn’t this.

option 3: tai is dead.

pros:

explains the apparent secrecy; qrow knows tai was away “on assignment” (i.e., had taken a huntsman contract that brought him out of the kingdom) at the time salem attacked vale, so he is missing but not yet presumed dead.

might reopen the mystery box of summer’s last mission through the real-deal “left on a mission and never came back” echo.

cons:

raven would know.

it’s a cheap, narratively unsatisfying twist that fails to deliver on the bread crumbs set up in v2-3 (tai starts going on missions again) and v4 (“some things”), and also undermines any serious emotional resolution with regard to yang and ruby’s complex relationships with tai.

option 4: summer’s working with salem, and tai is trying to convince her to come back.

pros:

“some things” being his presumed-dead wife who left him to join the enemy and with whom tai is now having an affair or otherwise hoping to coax back to the heroic side through the power of love whilst also keeping his mouth shut about her being a) still alive and b) a traitor is OBJECTIVELY the funniest answer.

brings forward and interrogates the way tai’s romantic grief informs the choices he makes as a parent: from hiding raven and then refusing to talk about her with yang, to shutting down when he lost summer and letting his five-year-old pick up the pieces, to discovering and then keeping summer’s secrets for the sake of some faint hope that she might finally come back to him.

cogent with the Dead (Absent) Mother / Neglectful Father / Evil Stepmother fairytale paradigm rwby deconstructs with raven, tai, and summer; the father chooses the stepmother over his children.

raises the emotional stakes of the war for summer through direct confrontation with the life she left behind, creating narrative opportunities to develop her character (is she still in love with tai? how does she feel about being his first priority, over their children? does she resent that he has her on this pedestal even now?) and apply pressure to her relationships with salem and cinder (do they know? is summer keeping her communication with him a secret, too? or is he an “asset” she’s using for salem’s benefit?).

consequently, raises the momentum of the narrative toward negotiation with salem; tai still has the coalition’s trust, however strained his personal relationships may be. summer is the obvious ambassador for salem’s side of the war, but she’s also the traitor who needs someone to vouch for her good intentions.

the secrecy needs no explanation: just as summer’s last mission was a summer secret, tai’s "assignment" is a taiyang secret and the girls know everything that oz and qrow do, because all of them have been left in the dark. raven might know, and she has the means to find if she doesn’t, but tai’s whereabouts are entangled with what raven knows about summer, so she can’t explain where tai is or why until she reveals her deep dark secrets about what happened between her and summer that night.

foreshadowing is solid: tai starts to go on "missions" again in v2, after the inner circle becomes aware that salem has infiltrated beacon and just before the breach downtown. when ruby visits summer’s grave in v3, she says "[dad] told me he’s going to be on some mission soon! i think he misses adventuring with you." he’s got to "look after some things" (but he isn’t talking about yang, because he stays home after she leaves). and then with B4 we have ruby echoing what the blacksmith taught her about summer in relation to tai, "maybe we don’t have the full picture?"

juicy

cons:

???

dependent on the unconfirmed theory that summer is working for salem as herself, not some unrecognizable enslaved monster, but i am as confident in that as i was about salem going to vale next and we all know how that turned out :)

taking their mom was not enough salem had to go for the full set APPARENTLY

option 5: secret fifth thing

pros:

???

cons:

???

[snarlesofthesewers]

a taste of poison

snarles x reader part 1 - if there's enough demand maybe ill make a part 2 lol idk i hate writing so it would probably take just as long as this one

a while after landing on this strange planet, finding yourself in the dark and haunting forest known as Subcon a spirit known as snatcher steals your soul and forces you to do his bidding unfortunately for you while working to complete one of snatcher's tasks you end up far deeper in the forest then you should have been and end up in someone else's hunting grounds

after searching for nearly two hours you find yourself running into a small clearing leaves rustling and twigs snapping underfoot as you ran towards the rare flower snatcher had asked you to gather for a certain potion he needed to make what kind of potion? you had no idea but what you did know is that snatcher would probably kill you if you came back empty handed you should have been paying better attention to your surroundings while running you weren't exactly paying attention to anything other then the flower leading to you tripping over a fallen tree and planting your face directly in the cold and wet soil of the forest which definitely woke you up but when you realized just how much noise you had made on the way here you could feel nothing but dread something probably heard you no.. something definitely heard you you quickly wipe the mud from your face and come to your knees scanning the tree line and tuning in your hearing as you slowly get up but you see and hear... nothing nothing but the sound of wind howling between the cracks of broken trees the coast is clear and you are alone so you begin to stand and reproach the flower pulling it from the ground with the roots intact and stashing it somewhere safe for the journey back to snatcher's house but just as you pick it up the smell of something absolutely awful fills your nose its hard to stop yourself from puking and you probably would have if you weren't already so used to the constant smell of death that lays thick in Subcon's air... but this wasn't the usual smell of old decaying bodies this smelled far more ripe where the hell was that smell even coming from? "right behind you that's where~" a small crack and snap can be heard in the treetops above with the faint sound of hissing that transitioned into a shrill and wet sounding cackle that followed soon after you run but you didn't get far before you are promptly pinned to the ground by something far larger then yourself with its claws digging into your shoulders causing fresh blood to trickle down the side of your back and onto the cold wet ground and it was at this very moment that you realized YOU BLEW IT YOU TOTALLY SCREWED YOURSELF!~ you feel the smooth and slimy skin of whatever creature had you pressed against the ground began to coil itself around you like a snake ready to suffocate its prey your mind and body had already started to go numb but before you could pass out you were quickly snapped out of it by a voice... and maybe also the claws still stuck in your shoulders like knives but mostly just the voice

"finally.. fresh meat its been days with not a single soul... I was starting to worry that people had finally gotten smart and started to avoid this wrenched forest~"

"...now then.. how about we get started my lost little mouse~ it would be a real shame if I let fresh meat like you go to waste"

you struggle and struggle and struggle some more attempting to worm your way out of its firm grasp but its no use but if you were going to die you at least wanted to get a good look at whatever was about to kill you so you continued to struggle until you could get a good look at its face even if that meant completely exhausting yourself you catch a glimpse of its soulless yellow eyes flickering

"oh how cute the prey thinks it can escape~? you keep making this easier for me I almost feel bad... maybe the hunger is finally starting to get to me or maybe its just that scent.... wait hold on that scent" they lean in close to your face and just stare at you for what felt like an eternity before uncoiling you and towering above your sore body "is... this some kind of cruel joke?" they hissed in frustration before grabbing you by the leg and pulling you close to their face "no this cant be the case... did his previous contractor kick the bucket already? its only been a week there's no way he's dead already" they drool at the thought of eating the remains of snatchers previous victim even if there's no guarantee he was even dead...yet "well well well~ ...might you be snatcher's newest pet? oh ...don't worry about trying to speak.. I have other ways of finding out~" "my little mouse"

#no i will not fix grammar errors i don't feel like it #scream at me if you want part 2 #reader doesn't say anything because I'm not sure how to do dialog lol #if you see any missing color i cant fix it :( #feeling kinda shy about posting this #i hate writing grrrrrrr #snarles x reader #yall asked for it #sewersnarles #thank you for reading my cringe #snarles writes shit

[homestuck--edits]

hey!! i feel bad coming in and requesting so much stuff, so if you dont want to do it, its fine! could i possibly get a talksprite of my oc aontwi with a damara base? she is a limeblood if that helps! thank you so much for all your hard work!

her :))

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#mod davesprite #homestuck #talksprite edit #talksprite edits heart heart #anyway had comp today #i wasnt allowed to participate but i have a fun story abt finding a place #so last year we hosted at the college which we could do because they had the security guard there on saturdays #this year they didnt meaning wed have to pay his salary for the time he was there #unfortunately we recieve 0 district funding #so we had to find a new spot. tried to go to the ymca #held one comp there (my last one uh. Ever. but we did the best weve ever done !!) #and then this time. six days before competition. they said wed have to pay 50 bucks an hour to compete there again. its a 9 hour competition #so we had to find somewhere else. which i was tasked with #i called: hospital‚ pud‚ civic center‚ city hall‚ local lumber company‚ library‚ tax place‚ senior center‚ fire department‚ and six churches #oh local bus company also #anyway finally person from tax place recommended a coffee shop downtown thatd charge 75 bucks a day for a decent size room #so me n gf went down to check it out. unfortunately theyre only open five hours a day. for a six hour competition. so they couldnt do it #our last options were... visit more churches. the cops ? and... that was all. so we went to get coffee #coffee shop that gave me my cute lemon bracelet :DD! so anyway was complaining to the store owner abt not having a place. and she went #oh would here work? and i went uh. yeah? is it okay if we bring computers? and how long are you open? #she said yeah the computers are fine and we can be open as long as you want ! and i went oh okay. so how much do we have to pay #because wed be occupying the whole place all day. and she said oh no worries :)) free !. and . holy shit. so she called her daughter #who stayed like three hours late today. unpaid. for us to compete #fucking insane this coffee shop has done more for us than the school district has ever. and it was great!! #a lil cramped but cozy and also Coffee. we spent probably 200 bucks on coffee altogether?? hope it was profitable for them they were so nice #gave some of us free stuff fucking insane honestly #also shoutout to the dairy queen for not killing us for walking in with 67 dollars and going give us all the chicken strips this will buy #it was 44 btw. and they gave us a free burger some guy named alex made. i dont know why they did but they wouldnt take no for an answer #anyway im not in a good mood but fuck dude i love local business. i also got a tiny palm reading book to carry around :>

[avatar-anna]

Honeymoon Avenue

Harry Styles x Latina! Reader Masterlist

“Harry.”

Silence.

“Harry.”

More silence.

Y/n rolled her eyes and blew a stray piece of hair out of her face. Straddling Harry’s waist on their shared hotel bed, she shook his shoulders with both hands. “Bubba. Wake. Up.”

“Huh? Oh hi.” Harry slowly blinked his eyes open to find his wife sitting on top of him. 

His wife. Even though he had proposed, and even though he was there standing in front of Y/n to put the ring on her finger as they exchanged vows, Harry still couldn’t quite believe that they were married.

Seeing the way she was sitting on him, he grinned, his hands reaching up and underneath her shirt to lazily trace patterns along her back. Harry’s grin deepened when he felt goosebumps rise along her spine.

“We were supposed to go watch the sunrise,” she pouted a while later. She was sitting on top of the ridiculously large marble bathroom counter in their ridiculously large hotel bathroom. Y/n had told Harry multiple times that she was more than comfortable staying somewhere less extravagant, but he insisted, never one to shy away from his love for the finer things in life; that and the hotel they were staying at had a fantastic security team, something Harry was interested when he helped her plan their honeymoon.

Y/n tried to stay on task and remember why she had been trying to wake Harry before the sun rose in the first place, but with the way he was looking at her and how one of his hands took one of hers and brought it to his mouth and began kissing along her palm and down her wrist, she could hardly think straight. She felt herself lean down almost involuntarily, pressing her lips to his. Harry hummed happily as he kissed her, no longer tired or curious as to why Y/n had decided to wake him up when it was still dark outside. He was quick to slip her shirt up and off of her, flipping them over so that she was against the bed and he hovered over her. Y/n whimpered quietly against Harry’s lips as he pushed her deeper against the mattress, his tongue tangling with hers as his hand brought her leg up to wrap around his waist, grinding against her to let her know just how awake he was now.

It was slow, unrushed, Harry and Y/n both too sleepy to do more than hold each other closely and press lazy kisses on lips and warm skin. Y/n gripped his hair, which had grown longer and curlier since the wedding. While they were out, Harry usually wore a ratty cap to tame it, but she loved the length, loved running her fingers through the silky strands.

Harry murmured sweet nothings in Y/n's ear, groaning when she squeezed around him tighter. He swallowed her moans with kisses, nibbling gently on her bottom lip until she fell apart beneath him.

Harry stepped out from behind the foggy glass shower doors, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair extra curly from the steam. “I’m sorry. Tomorrow maybe?”

“I doubt it,” she huffed. “We’ll just end up back where we started this morning.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” Harry asked her, leaning both of his hands on either side of her. “You.” A kiss to her jaw. “Me.” Her cheekbone. “Hours and hours to ourselves with absolutely nowhere else to be.” He kissed her lips this time, and he could taste the minty flavor of her toothpaste on her tongue.

Y/n brought her hands up to wrap around Harry’s neck and pull him even closer, her calves brushing the spot where towel met skin on Harry’s waist as she circled them around his middle. She felt his hands move underneath her coverup, cold to the touch from leaning against the marble countertop. Her feet began to push his towel down, but Harry pulled away from her with a final kiss before she got the chance.

“Now, I know I’m absolutely irresistible, but I’ve made plans for us this afternoon,” Harry said, helping Y/n off the counter. Her mouth widened in surprise, but Harry just kissed the top of her head and left the bathroom to get ready for their day. “And make sure you wear something you feel comfortable hiking in,” he said over his shoulder. 

She shook her head in disbelief at his antics, though this far into her relationship with Harry, Y/n supposed she shouldn’t have underestimated his playful side.

“What? You mean you couldn’t find someone to carry us on gold couches wherever we’re going?” she asked him teasingly as she followed Harry into the main area of their suite. 

He turned towards her, a light blue t-shirt fisted in his hands. “Well, I tried, but they were all booked up.”

About twenty minutes later, the newlyweds were out the door and ready to start their day. They waited outside for the car Harry had rented to come around, Harry holding Y/n close to his chest, moving her braids aside so he could kiss the side of her neck. She didn’t say anything at first, too wrapped up in his touch to remember they were out in the open and not hidden away on a secluded beach or back in their suite.

“People could see us, bubba” she mumbled quietly under her breath.

He only stopped to kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear. “Let them.”

Y/n swiftly turned around in their small bubble so that they were facing each other. Harry didn’t hesitate to kiss her on the lips, and on instinct, she threaded her fingers through his hair to pull him closer.

“I don’t want to be one of those couples,” she told him when she finally came to her senses enough to lean back from him.

“What do you mean?”

“You know, all over each other and throwing what they have in other people’s faces. You know that.” What she didn’t have to say was that she also didn’t love having their more intimate moments captured on camera because she knew he felt the same way; though obviously he felt different about it today. It made Y/n feel like it wasn’t just the two of them in their relationship, like she was sharing that side of Harry with the rest of the world. They could have his music and his charisma and his charm, but there were some parts of him that she selfishly wanted all to herself.

And it was embarrassing to be sent pictures of her and Harry making out on the beach back home by one of her family members.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” Harry said, kissing the tip of her nose. “I just love you too much, I think.”

She heard a car pull up behind them and turned around, her hands still on either side of his face. “Come on, our ride is here.” Taking her hand in his, they walked the few steps to the car, Harry opening the door for Y/n. She didn’t react, but only because he’d been doing it every day since they got here.

Y/n grinned as her heart melted into a puddle at her feet. The rest of the world be damned, she thought. Throwing her arms around him, she kissed him, reaching up on her toes and holding his face in her hands. Pulling away, she kissed all over Harry’s face, grinning when he began to blush.

Here being Fiji. It had taken a while for the two of them to settle on somewhere both of them wanted to go. Harry wanted their honeymoon to be relaxing and full of spending nearly every moment in their bed. “We can do that anywhere,” Y/n told him when he kept showing her secluded islands that only had white sand as far as the eye could see.

“Oh we can?” Harry had asked her, wiggling his eyebrows and suddenly ready to turn in for the night.

“Don’t give me that look, I just meant that we should have a little adventure too.”

“We can be adventurous,” He’d said, but she just smacked his chest in reply.

“Focus. We need to get this done before it’s too late.” 

Harry eventually sat back in his seat instead of practically sitting in hers at the kitchen table. He knew Y/n was organized and liked to do things as efficiently as possible. He had the urge to tell her that wherever they looked, someone would always make a space for them if his name was on the booking, but he liked watching her comb through various websites and trying to find the best place that had what both of them wanted, so he let her do her research and gave his opinion when she asked for it.

So now they were in Fiji, on their way to hike up to some waterfall.

This particular activity Harry had looked up all on his own. Well, it was more like a friend of his mentioned it when Harry said that’s where he and Y/n were going for their honeymoon, and from there he tried to figure out more, thinking she would love it. He never actually told her where they were going today, but she was always up for doing something outside the confines of their hotel—sailing, surfing, dancing in nightclubs (though Harry had to admit he liked that one too). He enjoyed all of them, really, but it was like Y/n was constantly full of energy; he was always tugging on her hand and pulling her back into bed or to his towel on the beach. He was surprised she hadn’t tried to go for a run while they’d been here, but he was happy to wake up next to her every morning all the same.

“I can feel you staring at my ass, bubba” she called over her shoulder.

Harry walked behind Y/n as they continued up the trail together, admiring her behind the dark shades of his sunglasses. She was quiet for most of their hike up to the waterfall, except for the few times she asked where they were going or what he was up to, finally having given up twenty minutes ago when Harry just kept grinning and shook his head.

Harry’s face split into a grin as he took a few more strides to take her hand in his. “I wasn’t.”

He was a terrible liar, they both knew that, and his cheeky little smile did nothing to help his case. “You were, but that’s okay,” she told him, raising a hand to her face to shield herself from the sun. She was wearing sunglasses, a gift from Harry once he realized she was constantly using her hand to keep the sun out of her eyes, but it seemed like the habit stuck.

They walked some more, talking about random things as they took in everything around them. Y/n was surprised that Harry had a day planned for them outdoors. Not that he wasn’t the outdoorsy type—they’d gone on all sorts of adventures together when their schedules allowed it—but he had been so adamant that this trip was about relaxing and staying in bed for as long as possible and trips to the spa (together of course). When they came to their destination, though, she saw why Harry would’ve wanted to come up here.

“I wasn’t,” Harry insisted, but Y/n only shook her head, amused by his refusal to admit when he checked her out, having done it often enough that they’d had similar conversations before. Since they'd gotten together, he openly admired Y/n, something that had earned him relentless teasing from friends for years.

But this wasn't the same, not really. He was just admiring her in general, stunned into silence by the fact that someone as kind and beautiful as she was his wife. But Harry would never admit that so easily, not if he wanted to avoid being relentlessly teased by his wife for being so thoughtful and romantic. She would call it cheesy, but he always thought he was charming, endearing.

“Oh, Harry,” she breathed, her eyes taking in the huge waterfall in front of her. Y/n had heard the water crashing into the large pool before they’d reached it, but seeing it all up close made her stop.

“You like it?” Harry asked, watching her reaction. She would tell him that he should be looking at what he’d obviously brought them up here for, and she would definitely punch his shoulder for saying this out loud, but he thought she was a much more incredible sight to behold.

Y/n nodded, her eyes quickly darting from the top of the waterfall to where it ended in a pool of crystal clear water. “Is it—”

“Safe to swim in? Yes. Wouldn’t have brought you here if it wasn’t. Come on,” he told her, nudging her arm a bit to get her moving again. She blinked out of her momentary daze and began to shed her clothes like Harry had.

Before he could slip off his shoes, Y/n pulled Harry down to her lips. She pulled away from him almost as fast as she had kissed him. “Race you to the waterfall,” she said quickly before taking off toward the edge of the pool.

It took Harry hearing the sound of Y/n's splash in the water to get Harry moving. Slipping off his shoes, he raced after her, his jump into the pool not quite as gracefully as she probably did. It wasn’t a long swim, but she still beat Harry, waiting for him on the other side of the waterfall with a victorious grin. He swam the last few feet to where she seemed to be sitting on a large boulder. It was shallower on the other side, just enough for Harry to stand comfortably and hold Y/n when he pulled her off her perch.

“I won,” she said proudly. It was loud with all the water crashing into the pool, but she was close enough for him to hear her gloat.

“You did,” he replied, but from where Harry stood, he thought he was the one that had won.

He kissed her then, something he never got tired of doing. Her lips were cold and wet against his own from their swim, but holding her like this made Harry feel like he had been set on fire. He involuntarily shuffled them so that Y/n was pinned against the boulder she’d been sitting on. She whimpered from the cool surface making contact with her back, feeling both hot and cold at the same time as Harry followed a single droplet of water that fell down her neck with his lips and tongue.

Harry’s hands traveled from where they had been cupping either side of her face to her back, pulling at the strings of her swimsuit until they came loose, then doing the same with the tie at her neck.

Removing her arms from around his neck she covered herself, feeling self-conscious even though no one was around to see her now bare chest. Harry tried to carefully pry her arms away, but Y/n shook her head, refusing to uncross them.

“What are you doing—Hey I’m gonna need that!” A nervous giggle bubbled up and out of Y/n as Harry waved her bikini in her face and tossed it behind him, mumbling don’t need this as he threw it over his shoulder and it landed in the water with a resounding slap! 

“Oh, she’s shy now,” Harry joked, gently removing a strand of wet hair from her cheek. “Come on darling,” he said, trying to coax his wife back out of the shell she’d hidden inside, kissing her on the tip of her nose. “There isn’t another soul for miles. It’s just you and me.”

She knew that, but she still couldn’t shake the nervousness that overcame her just then go away, the mere thought of someone other than Harry seeing her so exposed a little frightening.

Harry pressed a feather-light kiss to her cheek, then the other, and then both sides of her jaw, peppering her face until he was a hair’s breadth away from her lips. He hovered there for a moment, looking at Y/n with a question in his eyes. He could tell she was opening up, the grip her arms had around her body wasn’t so tight anymore.

“You know,” Harry said, letting go of her for a second to locate the top half of her swimsuit. “It’s always been a dream of mine to have sex under a waterfall.”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at that admission, mostly because she knew it wasn’t the slightest bit true. Still, she felt the smallest kernel of excitement unfurl inside her. “Since when?”

“Mm...Since about an hour ago,” he replied as he swam back over to her. Harry held out her bikini top, an obnoxious hot pink thing she’d gotten as a joke but seemed to be one of Harry’s favorites while they were on their honeymoon; it was part of the reason she was surprised when he threw it away from them so carelessly.

She scoffed but didn’t immediately take the top back. She knew he was giving her a choice, one that he wouldn’t object to or make a fuss about if she decided to quit while they were ahead. 

Still going one hand across her chest, Y/n reached out and took her bikini back from Harry. He wasn’t disappointed, just swam closer to her so he could kiss her again. His interest piqued though when she took the top and set it on the boulder behind her and pulled him closer so that their chests were touching.

“Really?” Harry asked, trying to contain his budding excitement. He’d kind of meant it as a joke but now he really wanted to. Still, even if they were married and had been together a few years prior, he never wanted to make Y/n do something she wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable with.

She nodded, pulling the hair ties from her braids and uncoiling her hair. “It’s just you and me right?”

“Just you and me,” he told her, pulling her legs back around his waist, his thumbs rubbing circles into her hips next to the fabric of her swimsuit bottoms.

“Then let’s make your dreams come true, shall we?” She asked, then promptly pulled him in for a searing kiss.

Harry didn’t have time to respond, but he would make sure she knew that she had pretty much made every single one of his dreams a reality.

*.*

“Are you going to ignore me all day?”

“Maybe.”

“Are you going to ignore me forever?”

“...No.”

Harry settled down next to where Y/n was lying down on a towel, her face hidden in her arms. To the untrained eye, she was merely suntanning, maybe even sleeping, but Harry knew better. His wife hadn’t spoken a word to him since they’d left the waterfall, only giving him hums or grunts when he asked her a question about whether she was hungry or how they wanted to spend the rest of their day. He was a little embarrassed too, but he was mostly amused by the whole situation.

He rolled onto his stomach and rested his head in his arms so that he was facing his wife. “It wasn’t that bad.”

Y/n turned her head to face him. “‘It’s just you and me,’ he said. ‘Make my dreams come true, baby,’ he said.” She turned her head back around.

“I did not say that,” Harry said, trying to hide his laugh. “Nobody saw anything, I promise.”

“Harry, it was a whole family!” Y/n whisper-shouted at him. “I was topless, I was in a pool under a waterfall, and a whole family swam right over to us.”

He bit his lip, not knowing what else to say. He rested a hand on her back, the strings of her swimsuit now tightly secured around her back and neck. Harry felt a little relieved when she didn’t flinch or shake off his touch, and he began to rub soothing circles into her skin. 

Y/n was right, a family had walked, or swam, in their case, in on them. Her entire body went red as she darted away from where Harry had her pinned against that boulder and ducked underwater. Harry quickly shimmied back into his swim trunks and grabbed her bikini from where it was sitting on the boulder like a bright pink signal that told the world what they had been doing. When she came back up, she only raised her head above the water, but Harry could tell her arms were back around her chest again. He tossed Y/n her swimsuit, and she turned around for him to help her tie it. 

“I—It came loose,” she had stuttered when the mother gave a curious look in their direction. She, along with what Harry and Y/n assumed was her husband and two young boys, were behind the waterfall and playing around it, the father pointing out different things to them, perhaps distracting his sons while Y/n situated herself. The mother didn’t say anything, but she didn’t look entirely convinced, which made Y/n flush even more, but they didn’t stick around to talk to her, or any other members of her family. She and Harry didn’t say anything as they made the swim of shame back to where their clothes were, and she hadn’t spoken to Harry since.

So now they were back at the beach that stretched along the length of the hotel they were staying at, Y/n trying to sleep and forget while Harry tried to find ways to make her feel better. “Will it make you feel better if I told you you’ll never see them ever again?” He asked her, but she only groaned into the crook of her arm. Rolling his eyes at her childish behavior, he moved even closer to her.

“Hey.”

More groaning.

“Y/nnn,” Harry sing-songed, poking her in the arm.

“What?” She asked, but it sounded more like a whine.

He grinned, even though she couldn’t see it. “I love you.”

“Hmm.”

Harry gasped dramatically in disbelief. “Say it back!”

Y/n didn’t respond at all this time, just shuffled a little farther away from him on her towel. Harry sat up and rolled her over, placing both hands on either side of her head. She studied his face for a moment, noting the new freckles that appeared on his face from spending so much time in the sun, and a tan that complimented his green eyes and gave some of her siblings a run for their money.

“Yes?” she asked, pretending not to know what he wanted. 

Harry frowned at her, but it was playful, the corners of his mouth wanting to break out into a grin instead. “You have to say it back.”

“Or what?” Y/n knew that Harry wasn’t at fault for what happened at the waterfall, and now that she’d pouted long enough, she was ready to resume their trip.

“Or...I’ll just have to kiss you,” he said finally.

She gave him a funny look. “That’s not exactly a threat.”

Harry grinned mischievously, and Y/n suddenly wished she hadn’t said anything at all. “Guess I’ll just have to do this then,” he said before flattening himself on top of her. She let out a muffled oof as Harry put all his weight on her, nearly covering her entire body.

“Oh my God, Harry,” Y/n wheezed, trying and failing to push him off. “It is too hot outside for this.”

His hair, curlier now from the heat and their swim earlier, tickled her nose as he nestled against her, apparently having no plans to move anytime soon. Sighing, Y/n started to run a hand through his hair, unable to help her small grin when she felt Harry relax against her. “I love you too,” she whispered into his hair when he eventually fell asleep. She let him sleep on top of her for a little bit, but eventually the late afternoon sun and his body heat became entirely too much and she had to get out from underneath him.

After minutes of carefully peeling Harry off of her, Y/n got up and walked over to the hotel bar that had been set up on the beach. She sat down and ordered a margarita, her eyes widening when two were set in front of her. The bartender pointed to the sign behind her that Y/n had apparently missed. Happy Hour, it read. Two For One Special. 

Well, she thought. Why not? She began sipping on the first margarita and chatting with the bartender whenever she wasn’t serving other patrons. The longer she sat there, the more Y/n forgot about the embarrassing slip-up at the waterfall, her mind feeling light and breezy, not a care in the world could reach her as she started in on margarita number four.

“They want to buy you a drink,” Farrah, her bartender, said, pointing to two men a few seats down from where Y/n was. 

She looked over at the men in question. They were okay looking, she supposed, very red from not wearing enough sunscreen, but decent looking. Both of them smiled and waved at her, and she did the same, too polite for her own good. Y/n turned back to Farrah and quietly told her no. Farrah winked at her and left to go tell them.

“What is it with this bathing suit? Fucking magic or some shit,” she mumbled to herself, looking down at the cursed thing. 

“I, for one, think you look hot.”

Y/n got excited for a moment, but then she heard the voice and the rest of what the person said. Harry never called her hot; he might think it, but his compliments were always more endearing and well thought out. And this person’s voice was definitely not her husband’s.

Looking up she saw the two guys took her rejection as an invitation to come closer. She shot a look at Farrah, feeling betrayed by the kind bartender, but she gave Y/n an apologetic look and shook her head. Guess they hadn’t heeded either of their warnings then.

Y/n played with the ring on her left hand, a habit she had picked up since Harry had proposed. She was too drunk for this.  “I—”

She was cut off by the same guy who’d called her hot, asking her all sorts of questions about what she was doing here and why she was all alone.

“Um, I—”

“Are you here with your sorority or something?” The second guy asked.

Sorority? I’m twenty-eight. Y/n looked toward Farrah again, wanting to leave but not without paying her bill. The bartender met her eyes and gave her a shooing motion, letting her know that they would deal with it later.

“Uh…No entiendo” she said in a last-ditch effort to get rid of them. But it seemed like her attempts were in vain, their eyes widening and interest sparking even more.

Ready to bullshit her way through lies and excuses in Spanish, Y/n stood up, stumbling a bit. Not from the alcohol, but because these two men—she didn’t even know their names—were standing too close. Before she could fall on her ass, a hand was on her arm to steady her. She was about to turn around and give this person a piece of her mind, becoming more and more impatient with strangers coming up to her. But Y/n caught a glimpse of the hand that was still wrapped around her arm, spotting a ring on this person’s hand. She knew that ring, she’d helped pick out that ring.

Feeling a sense of relief and giddiness wash over her, she turned around to see Harry. His hair was a little mussed on one side from how he’d been sleeping, and there were grains of sand dotting his cheeks and eyebrows, but in that moment Y/n thought he’d never looked better. On instinct, she latched onto her husband, his skin still warm, and perhaps a little red, from laying in the sun for so long. 

Harry wrapped his arms around her immediately, goosebumps prickling his skin when she pressed a tiny kiss to his chest.

He’d woken up a little disoriented, distinctly remembering that Y/n was there when he fell asleep. He walked around aimlessly for a bit, looking up and down the long stretch of coast trying to see where his wife had run off to, occasionally getting stopped for a picture as he went.

To say he was surprised to see her sitting at the hotel bar with two men talking to her was an understatement. It’s not that he didn’t trust his wife, he knew they only had eyes for each other, but something about seeing those guys trying to make a move on her while she most likely tried to rebuff them in the nicest way possible made Harry’s blood boil. 

In her current state, Y/n just barely caught the way Harry’s face had become very stoic, or the way Farrah and the two guys that came up to her seemed to recognize who she was with. She smiled dreamily up at him and hugged him tight. “You made it. I was just thinking about you.”

Harry’s glare softened at the slight slurring in his wife's voice, his eyebrows raising as she kissed his chest again and her thumbs rubbed circles into his sides. “Starting without me, I see,” he said, trying not to sound pissed off at the two guys for her sake. “Are you going to introduce me to your friends?”

Y/n shot him a knowing look. Maybe she’s more sober than I thought, Harry thought to himself. She shrugged. “These are the men who came up to me at the bar. Men who came up to me at the bar, meet my husband. He’s, like, an indie singer. Really small stuff, so you probably haven’t heard of him, but I think he’s pretty good.”

She heard Farrah snort from behind the bar at her answer, not having expected a response like that. Y/n turned toward Harry, who looked amused but not surprised at how she introduced him, and Farrah assumed that this wasn’t the first time Y/n had said something like this.

“Can we go, bubba?” she asked, looking down at her swimsuit. “With great power comes great responsibility, and I’m not feeling very responsible at the moment.”

“Of course, lovie,” he said as he kissed her temple, trying not to laugh at her nonsensical words. Harry had no idea what his wife was talking about, but that’s why he’d come looking for her anyway.

He reached down to take her hand, but Y/n had other plans. Harry had about two seconds to catch her as she jumped into his arms and wrapped hers around his neck. He quietly gave his and Y/n's suite number to the bartender who had been watching this whole scene unfold and gave her a sheepish smile as he waved goodbye and Y/n nuzzled Harry’s neck. Hardly even glancing at the two men who had come up to his wife, Harry walked away, Y/n giving them a friendly wave as they got farther and farther away.

“I missed you,” she told Harry. Her lips grazed his ear, but Harry knew it wasn’t intentional.

“Did you? Why’d you leave then?” 

They entered the elevator after Harry stopped to pick up their things. He got a couple of odd looks, but Harry didn’t pay them any mind. This wasn’t the first time he’d had to carry Y/n after she’d had more than a few drinks. She had always been the kind of drunk who liked to cuddle and give hugs to whoever was in sight, but over time she only ever wanted Harry when she got like this. He didn’t mind, of course. He felt like it was the only time Y/n ever let him really take care of her; even when she was sick, which wasn’t often, she was constantly evading Harry as he tried to get her back into bed to rest.

“Well, when you decided to sleep on me, it got very hot, so I went to the bar where I met Farrah, and then some guys must’ve realized that I’m really hot because they tried to buy me a drink, but I told them no, but they came over anyway. Like magic, I’m telling you.”

Harry let her ramble while he walked them back to their suite, but his interest piqued at the end. “What is love?”

“What is what?” she asked him, her head tilting to one side.

He laughed and shook his head at her. “You said something was like magic, but you didn’t say what.”

Y/n had to think about it for a moment as Harry set her down on the bed. “Oh, I remember! It was my bathing suit,” she told him, standing up from the bed and taking it off, throwing it behind her. Harry watched amusedly while she wandered around their suite and pulled on a hoodie; his hoodie, he quickly realized. “So many people were staring at it today. You, those two boys at the waterfall, those guys at the bar. Magic, it’s gotta be.”

Harry didn’t bother to change out of his swim trunks as he got into bed with her, Y/n quickly latching onto him again. He wanted to tell her that it wasn’t so much the swimsuit as her in the swimsuit, but she was already onto the next thing.

“What are you up to over there?” he asked her as he felt her kiss the back of his neck.

“I’m just cuddling,” she said simply, her lips moving against his skin.

Harry turned so that they were facing each other, but Y/n only buried her face into the crook of his neck again. “As someone who has been cuddled by you before, I can say with certainty that this isn't always the norm.”

She squeezed him tighter, her fingers finding purchase in his hair. She didn’t answer him at first, and for a moment, Harry thought she wasn’t going to. She leaned back and brought her mouth to his, her lips soft and warm and tasting faintly of tequila.

“I’m kissing all the jealousy away,” she told him when she pulled away, their noses still touching.

“What?” Harry laughed, surprised by her confession.

Y/n leaned even further back and raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how grumpy you were back there, mister. I’m a little tipsy, not stupid.”

He kissed her cheek, smiling when he felt her grin against his lips.“I was better this time though, wasn’t I?”

“Mm, I would say you’re improving, yes,” Y/n answered.

Harry had a habit of getting jealous every now and again when they went out together. It was mostly because Y/n was too nice and didn’t realize when someone was flirting with her, and she was the kind of person who liked to use touch as a form of expression—hands on the arm, playful shoves to the shoulder. She never meant any harm by it, but Harry couldn’t help but feel a little jealous whenever someone leaned a little too close or tried to buy her a drink. Y/n always kissed his cheek and told him not to worry, trying to wipe the scowl off his face the best she could. He’d gotten better about hiding it over time, but she always seemed to know what Harry was thinking, sometimes before he even thought it.

“So, I was going to suggest drinking all night to forget this afternoon, but you started without me,” Harry said now, brushing a strand of hair out of his wife’s face.

Her eyes went round with excitement. “Oh, can we, bubba? Please?”

“Look where we are, lovie,” Harry replied, looking at the way they were cuddled up on the hotel bed. “Do you really want to get up right now?”

Y/n nodded, already starting to sit up and pulling Harry up with her. “Yes. I know how much you love to dance with me,” she said, smiling a little. 

Getting up from the bed, she started rummaging around through her husband’s things to find something for him to wear. She walked back to where Harry was still sitting on the bed and handed him a button-up and a pair of shorts. “Unless you’re still recovering from the wedding and are using me as an excuse?”

Harry stared at his wife for a moment before rolling his eyes and taking the clothes in her hands. He wanted to argue with her about their wedding night, but she was kind of right, having taken one too many shots with her brothers and not quite ready to relive it. “Alright, you win. What’s the second shirt for?”

Y/n looked down at the shirt in her hands, then back to Harry. “We’re going to match, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

So Harry and Y/n went to some club that night, each dressed in one of his patterned Hawaiian shirts and ready to dance the night away. Hers pretty much covered her shorts and fell to one side to expose one shoulder, but she walked hand in hand with her husband like she was strutting down a runway. They looked a little silly, but neither of them cared one bit, the only thing on their minds was each other and the life spent together ahead of them.

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˚₊✩‧₊◜kinktober 2023! ―

― day eight ⛧ edging

Ethan Landry x Reader

Ethan decides to ask you a personal question, which leads to an interesting study session.

warnings: smut, edging, mutual masturbation, friends to lovers, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, masturbation, fingering, nipple play

word count: 1694

author's note: once again so sorry this is late I'm trying to catch up as we speak lol I hope yall enjoy!! I love writing for Ethan. he's so my type fr. anyway I enjoy feedback so let me know what you think!! (:

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this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

You were not expecting your best friend to ask the question he just asked. Yet, a part of you was excited because maybe, just maybe, this could go somewhere. 

“Have you ever masturbated in front of someone?” Ethan had asked abruptly, looking up from his homework with a thoughtful look on his face.

“What?” you nearly choked on your spit at the sudden and personal question.

“Have you ever touched yourself in front of, like, a partner? Or anyone else?”

“No, why?”

Ethan shrugged, “Just wondering.”

You’re now sitting in a weird silence, both of you studying without a word. Sometimes, you’ll glance at Ethan and catch him already staring at you. Clearing your throat, you try your best to focus on your task, pushing away the image of Ethan touching himself with you in the room that’s clouding your mind. 

“Would you like to?” Ethan boldly asks, and you keep your head down in your book without looking at him.

“Like to what?” you ask innocently, wondering where he’s going with this.

“Look at me,” Ethan says, “Please.”

You hesitantly look up at your best friend of many years, your face warming from how he stares at you.

“Would you ever like to fuck yourself with someone watching?”

“Why are you asking me this, Eth?” you sigh, hoping this isn’t some sick joke of his.

“Because I’d watch,” Ethan says quietly, his eyes darkening.

“And just what made you think of this? Are you watching too much porn again?” you quirk an eyebrow at him, a teasing smirk on your face.

“No,” Ethan rolls his eyes, closing his book and setting it aside, “I want you.”

“You want me?” you close your laptop and book, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Ethan says, crawling from his sitting position in front of you to hover over your frame, “I fucking need you.”

You grab Ethan’s face and capture him in a passionate kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth to explore it. Ethan moans softly, his hands finding your hair as he lays down on your dorm bed you two were sitting on, pulling you on top of him. You rest your clothed core on his, pressing yourself into him as you deepen the kiss. Your hands are pressed into Ethan’s cheeks, afraid that if you let go, he’ll disappear and that this is some wonderful dream of yours. Ethan pulls away from the kiss and presses his lips along your jaw and neck, leaving small bites along his path. He finds the sweet spot between your ear and neck, suckling on it as he bears his teeth into the skin. You moan, moving your hips against Ethan’s as you feel yourself getting turned on. 

“Lay down,” Ethan demands, guiding you off him.

You do as told, lying beside him in your confined twin-size bed. 

“Now take off your clothes,” Ethan says, stripping himself of his shirt.

Say less, you think to yourself. You aren’t sure what’s gotten into your best friend, but you aren’t complaining. You’ve been waiting, imagining, and wishing for this moment for so long. You aren’t about to throw it away because you’re a tad curious. So, you keep your mouth shut, pull off your pants and underwear, and shimmy out of your shirt and bra. Ethan discards his clothes, too, and he can’t keep his eyes off your body.

“God, you’re more perfect than I imagined,” he sighs, wishing he could touch you.

But he wants to see you pleasure yourself with his help first.

“How do you normally masturbate?” Ethan asks, his cheeks warming from the invasive question.

“Uh,” you stutter, “I start with teasing myself just to get started. But I don’t have to do that now.”

“Why not?” 

You grab Ethan’s hand and press it to your slick cunt, letting him feel how wet you are already.

“Fuck,” he mutters, yanking his hand away, “Still, I wanna see you tease yourself. Can you do that for me?”

You nod, desperate for any form of touch, even if it wasn’t Ethan’s. Starting with your breasts, you begin kneading them with your hands, brushing your fingers along your nipples. Ethan watches closely as your nipples harden, and you start rolling them between your fingers. You moan quietly, almost soft enough to not be heard. Getting a little bold, you tug at the sensitive buds, twisting them as your hips buck slightly upward from the action. You let out a louder moan this time. Ethan’s hand wanders to his hardening cock, and he slowly drags his hand along his shaft. He picks up his speed when you slide your hands up and down your body, goosebumps rising on your skin and hardening your nipples more. Feeling hot everywhere, especially your pulsing cunt, you start circling your clit with your middle finger, a gasp leaving your mouth at the sensation.

“Fuck,” Ethan exhales, eyes flickering up to yours as you meet his gaze.

And you keep your focus on him as you slide your index finger inside your dripping entrance. You start swiping your clit with your thumb now, slowly moving your finger in and out of yourself as Ethan watches your pupils dilate. He swipes his thumb over his head, spreading the precum around to add some lubrication. Ethan’s hand is now steadily pumping his cock, and you’re astonished at how big it is. You imagined him to be a decent size, but after actually seeing his cock, you’re pretty sure he’d break you in half. You add your middle finger as you pick up speed, fucking yourself with your fingers at the same pace as Ethan was fucking himself. You both moan at the same time and then laugh at the fact. Hitting that familiar spongy spot inside you, you bite your lip as your hips jerk up. Your thumb presses harder into your clit, and you’re getting close.

“Don’t cum,” Ethan says quickly, and you look at him confused, “Don’t cum until I say.”

“Don’t cum until I say, then either,” you say sassily, “Gotta make it fair.”

Ethan huffs, “Fine.”

Now your ultimate goal is to make Ethan cum. So you add a third finger, tossing one of your legs over his to open yourself further. The sound of your arousal pushing in and out of you makes Ethan twitch in his fist, but he takes a deep breath to compose himself. You tweak your nipples with your free hand, causing yourself to clench around your fingers. You whimper at the feeling of an impending orgasm that isn’t allowed to come yet. So you stop teasing your breasts as much, much to Ethan’s dismay. You watch as Ethan reaches down to his balls, rolling them in his hand as he fucks into his hand, mouth agape in pleasure.

“Is pretty boy gonna cum too early?” you tease.

“Nope,” Ethan shakes his head, “Are you?”

“Nuh-uh,” you say, “I can last a while.”

“Not with my cock, you won’t.”

A wave of arousal washes over you at Ethan’s words, and you move your hand from your nipple to your clit, rubbing it with two fingers. You’re so close it’s almost painful.

“I wanna cum,” you pout.

“Not yet,” Ethan says, hiding his own frustration the best he can.

You groan, adding a third finger to swipe at your clit you keep your speed slow. Ethan is getting close too, and his cock turns an angry red at the lack of release. For the third time, you feel the familiar rush of arousal begging to wash over you. Your clit was throbbing, and your walls clenched desperately around your fingers. You slide a fourth one inside you, staring into Ethan’s eyes as you do so.

“See what you’re doing to me?” you whine, “I can never take this many usually.”

“Mmm,” Ethan closes his eyes for a moment, “All stretched out for my big cock now, huh?”

“I’ll let you fuck me if you let us both cum.”

Ethan’s eyes fly open, “Fine. But you can only cum if I’m inside you. So work yourself up until you can't take anymore.”

You bite your lip to keep from retorting and start rubbing your clit with your whole hand as you fuck yourself with four fingers, curling them into your g spot. Ethan jerks his hips forward, letting himself get lost in the tightness of his hand, imagining it’s you.

“Ethan,” you warn, breathless.

You don’t have to say anything else before Ethan climbs over you, snatching your hand from your pussy and putting it in his mouth. He sucks your juices from your fingers as he pushes himself inside your gaping entrance. Your cunt happily clenches around him, sucking in his length and girth without a hitch. Your hand on your clit is switched for Ethan’s as he vigorously rubs it and starts moving in and out of you quickly, your highs building back up. He pushes your legs as far apart as they’ll go, spreading your lips open so your little bundle of nerves is more accessible, and he goes deeper inside you. Ethan is fucking you hard and fast and hitting your cervix at the perfect angle enough that you feel your orgasm coming on quickly.

“I’m,” you say, and then your words fail you as your body shakes and you gush around Ethan, your cunt clenching hard around him as your orgasm rips through you.

“F-fuck,” Ethan drawls, pounding into you as you ride out your intense release, almost an hour of edging making it a long one.

Ethan stills inside you and cums hard, his release painting your velvet walls white. He shudders, and then panic washes over him.

“Are you on something? I forgot to ask-”

“I’m on the pill,” you say breathlessly, your chest heaving, “You’re all good.”

“Thank God,” Ethan raises his brows before pulling out of you slowly, watching as the mixture of cum and arousal seeps from you. 

“That was so hot,” you giggle, “What got into you?”

“You were right,” Ethan lays down next to you, “Too much porn.”

“Well, now you don’t need porn,” you joke, “You have me.”

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coming under the christmas tree

frankie morales x f!reader | masterlist

summary: The way he whispers your name should be a sin—it coating the air, making each letter feel important, essential—as your hands find his belt, undoing it, the sound cutting through all else, even burying a whispered expletive that falls from his tongue. “Do you know how hot you look right now, Morales?”

warnings: explicit. 18+. smut. literal porn from me. oral (m recieving), p in v, praise (jo has a thing, run with it), frankie being gorgeous, minor cock worship, christmas themes.

wordcount: 2.8k an: i wrote this little imagine and then the gorgeous, wonderful @wildemaven created this moodboard (which inspired the banner) and then i decided to write more.

Putting up a tree with anyone is a chore, but with him, it’s a blessing.

It isn’t because it’s him, because you’re dating, because he makes you laugh and makes your toes curl at any time of the day. But, rather, because he wants to do it. Because he’s methodical. Always thinking, turning—planning.

Whether it’s routes to get somewhere, timing on when to leave when the two of you have reservations or whether your grand plans for a room rearrangement, Frankie plots it out and makes measurements in his head. He’s always right, not that he ever gloats—just nods as though it’s entirely normal.

It isn’t—it’s fucking hot.

Something you expect, and thankfully do, come face to face with when the branches are all in place on the half-dressed Christmas tree. The clear plastic boxes strewn across the living room, his fingers slowly undoing and unknotting the lights you’d haphazardly thrown in the box last year.

You know the answer, but you ask all the same: “You want me to help with that?”

He doesn’t answer, just gives you a look. A blend of ‘be serious’ and ‘you’re good’ cuts across his features, making his eyes warmer and his smile kinder.

Before he even sets about winding them through the branches, you can tell he’s created a light-path. Already heard him mumbling that they don’t go all the way around, remember earlier. His eyes glancing up at it, making mental notes, calculating a route—brown eyes skating and shifting side to side.

You just remain on the floor, legs crossed—checking over the ornaments for nicks or scratches—admiring. You do it a lot, admire him, take him in—gawk, trace your eyes over him so when you blink you don’t waste a second not seeing him.

“We can always buy another set?” you offer, watching him bend behind the armchair, plugging them in, plunging the room in a soft, white glow.

Grinning, Frankie brushes some loose strands from over his eyes, “No need, baby. I’ve got it.”

He does. You weren’t surprised his devised path makes the base of the tree already look full—no section unlit, each bit of cable hidden from sight, blending perfectly with the tree. You were even sure if you turned it 180, the back currently in the corner would even be lit.

It isn’t that which makes your mouth drool.

It also isn’t the way the twinkle of the lights has hit the brown of his eyes when he lets his gaze fall to you, making it appear like a galaxy has burst in them—a sky full of stars, all staring at you.

No. It’s the way the entirety of him is lit up. Practically glowing. It enhances how stretched out he is, practically in a straight line. His arms above his head, fingers delicately wrapping the lights around the tip of the tree. It shines light over the slither of skin exposed from his shirt rising; it makes it more evident that his tongue is poking out, resting on his bottom lip, eyes trained on the job at hand, his priority, his task.

You flutter around nothing.

Feel your heart stammer in your chest as you devour the sight of him whole.

Placing the ornament in the good-to-hang pile, you don’t even pretend to glance at it. Too busy drinking in the sight of the lines on his arms from flexing—those strong, arms which carried the tree down from the attic. Little beads of sweat had clung to his forehead then, having needed to shift things around, move them—move baby, don’t want you to get hurt.

You were something akin to pain now. Desperate, needy and fucking feral. Your throat all dry while your tongue felt heavy, eyes sliding down his frame, focusing on the hairs on his stomach, all exposed, beckoning to be touched, to have your tongue slide down over it.

You only blink when he clears his throat, looking up, finding his eyes on you—tracing over your face, slightly narrowed, attempting to read you.

Another day, you might shy away from it. Look away first, wait until he calls your name and pleads for you to look at him. Today, you don’t. Slowly rising onto your knees, holding his stare, commanding him to blink as little as possible:

Watch me, Morales. Keep your eyes on me.

Sliding your tongue across your bottom lip, your teeth finding a resting place on it—fingers sliding to his hips, watching his hand release the lights, forehead smoothing, any and all confusing lines fading away.

The way he whispers your name should be a sin—it coating the air, making each letter feel important, essential—as your hands find his belt, undoing it, the sound cutting through all else, even burying a whispered expletive that falls from his tongue.

“Do you know how hot you look right now, Morales?”

Your fingers undo the button, tracing your tongue again over your lip—hungry, practically salivating—as you slide the zip through the teeth. His gaze is still on you, unwavering, a shadow of surprise in the back of his eyes that this is even happening—as though he is still taken back by the fact he deserves this, deserves you.

“You want me to suck your cock, baby?”

His swallow fills the room—loud, vociferous. Your palm brushes over the hardened bulge, tracing the outline over the thin cotton which remained a barrier between his velvet skin and your tongue.

“I really wanna suck your cock,” you add, purring, practically drooling as you notice the wet stain appearing—blooming, stretching out—as one hand falls from the tree, cupping the side of your mouth.

You like him like this, quiet, taken off guard. So often it is him doing it to you, saying all the right things, whispering all the words which make your skin feel like fire.

When you finally let his cock spring free, you waste no time licking a stripe up the side, tongue flat, brushing over veins as your hands tease the fabric down to the tops of his knees, resting on the jeans that remain there, pointless, likely mildly annoying for him. Not that he’ll care in a second. Less so for now when your fingers wrap around him, take his girth in your palm, warmth spreading over your palm as you slowly pump him up and down, collecting your first few hisses, and a little groan.

You marvel at him—at his cock. How thick it is, how long. How you know it feels between your thighs, how it makes your toes curl. Pressing kissing to the leaking tip, wrapping your lips around the head, hand working the length of him as you make your lips slick, coat them in desire, before you take as much of him as you can. Your tongue pressed to the underside, mouth basked in the taste of salt and just him, as your jaw stretched to accommodate him, to willfully take more, and more.

“Don’t know—fuck, baby—what I did to deserve you.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, burning under the praise, under his praise. Your head bobbing, wanting to show gratitude by taking more of him. Cheeks hollowing, his fingers sliding around the back of your head, a comforting hold, a calming one as you relax your throat, wanting to be full of him. Fiercely so.

Tears even prick at your eyes, and your fingers dig into the back of his thighs, lifting off, swirling your tongue around him, running your teeth lightly over him, before swallowing as much of him as you can. Willing for him to smear your throat in him, leave you tasting him with each swallow for the rest of the afternoon.

“Wanna fin—fuck—ish inside you,” he grunts, curls plastered to his forehead, cheeks flushed—neck stained in pink.

You moan in response, closing your lips around him as you’re sure your underwear is clinging to you, drenched in want.

You’re half-tempted to slide your fingers inside the band of your shorts, passed the red lace you chose this morning, not even sure if you’d be unwrapped before or after the erection of the tree. Midway through hadn’t crossed your mind. Had never counted on this, never would have made a bet.

But, then he drags himself out, tip hovering at your lips giving you a look—sharp, uncharacteristic of him. “I want to fuck you, baby. Make you feel good.”

Tongue swirling over, he appears to shudder, eyes fluttering, before he pulls the rest free from your mouth. Spit smearing your lip, snapped in the space between where the two of you had been connected.

“You always make me feel good, Frankie.”

Smirking, his arm flexes briefly as he takes hold of his cock. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

And you don’t miss the reference. Not so drunk on him that you don’t remember your own words from before—but you just nod. A retort growing and dying, as you do.

“Spread your legs and show me.”

And you do. Leaning back, sliding onto your rear, your fingers slide your clothing down your legs, kicking it off past your ankles, passed the fluffy socks you’d stolen from him. Bare from the waist down, just for him—always for him. Letting your arms support you from behind, you tilt your head. In awe of him once again as he wraps his hand around his cock, the size even more impressive when you know how big his hands are—your own nails digging into the rug under your palms and ass.

“C’mon, show me you want me.”

You whimper, spreading your knees, letting them part until they’re hovering just above the floor on either side.

The cool air kissing over you, a gasp desperate to emerge but dies somewhere in your throat—swallowed up by a moan at the way he views you. The way his eyes rake up and down you like this is the first time he’s seen you, and not the billionth.

Like all the things he does, it’s with precision the way he rids himself of being contained by his jeans and underwear. Lowering himself to his knees between yours, you lean forward, lips finding his—messy, needy. Need you, they kiss, fuck me, they plead.

His mouth remains on you, only letting enough words escape to tell you to keep his jumper on when your fingers slide his t-shirt up and over his head. He rewards your obedience by letting his hand fall from himself to you—tracing, languid circles on your swollen clit, until he pushes two fingers in. You shift your hips into him, hearing him moan distantly at the feel of how wet you are, whispered praises given that are too far away as your mind rendered nothing (emptied, lost)—

Because he’s electric, you swear. Not even sure the lights need plugging in, you swear he could touch them and they’d illuminate—at least from the way he sparks enough in you to light the whole house up. Making it run, dart, a heavy current that dashes through your veins.

It’s why you whimper at the loss of him—only stopping yourself from whining when you feel him trace his cock through your folds, teasing, tracing up and down as the head of him nudges your clit, watching you, focused on the way your mouth must be parted and the likely sheen on your face.

And, you’re about to say his name—more in warning, in hunger. His body presses you down flush to the floor, the back of your hips meeting the fluff of the rug, as his mouth slides over your jaw, fingers dancing along your thigh, writing words, with the pads of them—leaving teasing verses against your skin.

“Stop teasing,” you say sharply.

Watching your words have their desired effect—that shy smile that grows into a confident smirk. The one you witness more than anyone else, the one you think of when you’re alone in the bed you share and it’s only his voice you have down the phone when your mind tries to pretend your fingers are his.

It’s slow, gentle, the way he begins to line up, pausing at your entrance—keeping you hanging, delicately placed there, held up by string as his breath paints what he wants to do to you against your neck. But you don’t hear it, can’t untangle the tale, least of all when he begins pressing in, sliding in inch by inch—

He’s big. And it makes you breathe deeply as you stretch around him. It makes you shiver. Makes you moan as he buries himself to the hilt, hips flush with yours.

“So good for me,” he praises before his lips slope over yours.

His hips begin to move, and each drag of his cock in and out makes you moan. The sound of you swallowing him, taking every inch of him he’ll give, is the soundtrack; the backdrop being the halo of lights above the two of you. It lights him, kisses along the varying shades that make up his curls, the browns, the beginning greys.

And you’re soaked, drenched—can feel it around where the two of you are joined, each slow drag in and out making it more apparent as you capture his lips. Breathlessly doing so, looping fingers around his neck, tugging lightly on his hair, curling into him, needing him deeper as your legs wrap around him.

It’s then the tip of him hits that spot, all unhurried. A motion he seeks, centres in on as he thrusts again, abutting it, making your eyes close and your mouth stretch each syllable of his name out in a whine. It makes you forget how to speak, and which language to utter. Barely a word for each finger can even come to mind, it’s mostly just his name. Frankie. Frankie. Please, Frankie as the air crackles around you.

He answers—he always does. His hand slides between your sweaty bodies, and finds the bundle of nerves calling out to him, the place which yearns. Doing so with accuracy, and exactness, as he draws shapes, lines and the fucking alphabet until you’re seeing stars, until it’s so hot you swear the jumper will peel from your skin and your head is nothing but a dizzying mess of him, just him. It makes you frantic to see him, outline his face, all cast in shadows because he’s turned away from the lights which made him look ethereal only moments ago.

His cock throbs inside of you, everything else curling inside your stomach, walls twitching around him as you tighten, vice-like, making him hiss. A sound which makes molten spread through you, more so when his mouth slides to your ear, breath laboured, along your skin, begging for you to come, needing you to, please, baby, please.

“S’close, Frankie.”

“I know—doing so well, so perfect for me.”

The words unlock something as a new pace is set, it more unforgiving, one that’ll likely leave marks on his knees from the friction on the rug, as you writhe and cling, half-moons left on his neck, digging in, marking him in the same way he’ll mark your walls in a moment or two.

Then, it floods over you. Drowns you. Coats you from head to toe as though you’ve been plunged in pleasure, left gasping, breath struggling to be located. Your mouth latched to his, burning your thanks into his mouth, your entire body tingling as he fucks you through it, until he’s thrusting aimlessly, so damn close until your name leaves the back of his throat in a sob, a blend of pleasure and relief strewn across his face as he comes deep inside of you. Hips slowing to a stammer, lowering himself down till he’s flush with you, before they come to a stop.

Then, it’s just his pants that meet your strained breaths, until a little hiss as he pulls himself out of you. Leaving you empty, sore in a way you’re grateful for, as his fingers trace over your chin, along your jaw, words being thought in slow bubbles as he stares at you.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Narrowing your eyes, you slide a hand to his hip, pinching.

“Just love that puttin’ lights up made you wanna suck my cock, is all.”

Smiling, you run your knuckles along his cheek, and brush past the wiry hair that makes up his patchy beard. “Wait till you see me hand the baubles, bet you’ll wanna be on your knees for me.”

“Good,” he replies. “I’m really hoping to taste how good we are together once we’re done.”

an: i freaking loved writing this, oh my.

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Remember that time Xiao Jiu wanted to beat a kid with a brick?

The scene where Shen Jiu threatens Shi Wu is possibly my favorite scene in the whole novel because it tells us so much about qijiu's dynamic, both past and future, and namely, that they're both little freaks (affectionate) who show love in weird ways. I think it particularly exemplifies several of Yue Qingyuan's traits that often go overlooked!

I am just going in order. All excerpts are from the Seven Seas official translation, Volume 4, Chapter 24: Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Jiu fights for resources

“Shen Jiu, don’t think you can just throw your weight around. You don’t own this street. What gives you the right to tell us we can’t stay?!” This main street was wide and even, and many people came and went upon it. If one wanted to beg, it was the best and prime location. Some of the passersby watched this group of children fight, but even more hurried on their way. And this new brat had the gall to challenge him. Shen Jiu looked down and around, preparing to find a brick with which to teach him a lesson, when a tall youth happened to walk over. He saw Shen Jiu rolling up his sleeves, head lowered, and hastily went to stop him. “Xiao-Jiu, let’s go somewhere else.” [...] With Yue Qi standing in front of him, Shiwu grew bold. He leaned forward and yelled, “Every time we go to a new place,you always hog the best spot!

From this we know that Shen Jiu, without fail, tries to claim or fight for the best begging spots in every city. This isn't fully textually supported, but add to that the later section that mentions how Shen Jiu was far better at begging than Yue Qi and I think that, on some level, SJ feels responsible for both his and Yue Qi's wellbeing. Chasing off the other children is not just a selfish act, but also a protective one.

According to the orders given to them, Yue Qi should have wailed and wept, but no matter what, he never could manage to cry. Therefore, this task had instead fallen to Shen Jiu, even though he was faking an illness that supposedly left him too feeble to weep. But he was small and his face wasn’t too unsightly to look at, so whenever he sobbed and bawled, the passersby found him pitiful and generously opened their wallets. It would have been no exaggeration to call him a money tree.

Xiao Jiu fancies himself the breadwinner lol.

How Yue Qi reacts to accusations against Shen Jiu

That first youth took the opportunity to tattle. “Qi-ge, he’s bullying me.” “That wasn’t bullying, Shiwu,” said Yue Qi. “Xiao-Jiu was just joking around.” “Who’s joking?” said Shen Jiu. “I’m telling him to get lost. This is my territory. I’ll kill anyone who tries to steal it.”

I've anyways found this passage so telling of their eventual adult relationship! First of all, Yue Qi implicitly takes Shen Jiu's side, and immediately defends him. This seems to be taken for granted by all characters, so we can assume this is their standard dyanmic. Yue Qi, notably, does not deny that Shen Jiu was threatening Shiwu. In this situation where SJ is actively gearing up for a fight, it would be a very poor defense, and that's probably true of most messes Xiao Jiu got himself into! 

Most of Yue Qi's actions in the scene are attempts to de-escalate. This is just my theory, but I think in Yue Qi's mind, who's at fault is much less important than making sure no one gets in trouble with a higher authority. Even if he knows SJ could win the fight, it would only gain SJ more animosity, and possibly the attention of someone who would be a real danger.

I think it's evident how Yue Qi's ethos of keeping their heads down and not causing trouble or drawing too much attention would feed into how he handled Shen Qingqiu's less commendable behavior as an adult and complaints against Shen Qingqiu.

In the brothel scene later in the extras, we can see that he's conscious of their image. 

Yue Qingyuan yanked Shen Qingqiu off the bed. He was in a rare fit of anger. “Why are you like this?” “Why am I like what?” asked Shen Qingqiu. “Two of Cang Qiong Mountain’s head disciples getting into a huge brawl inside a brothel—does that sound good to you?”

Imo, now entrenched in the politics of the cultivation world, YQY sees protecting SQQ's image/reputation as an important part of protecting SQQ. Yue Qi spent his childhood managing Xiao Jiu, and as an adult, he's not able to so easily break the habit, not matter how SQQ scorns him

Shen Jiu does not get upset by attacks on his character, only from Shiwu calling Yue Qi "Qi-ge"

With Yue Qi standing in front of him, Shiwu grew bold. He leaned forward and yelled, “Every time we go to a new place,you always hog the best spot! Everyone’s been sick of you for ages! You think you’re all that? That everyone’s afraid of you?” “Shiwu,” Yue Qi scolded. Amidst the struggle, Shen Jiu kicked Yue Qi in the shin. “If you want a fight, I’ll give you one. Only losers would blame their spot for their incompetence. You bastard—who’s your Qi-ge? I dare you to say that again!”

Now granted these aren't the most cutting insults, but it's SO interesting to me that Shen Jiu doesn't react to the insults directly. To me, this is a little bit of evidence that, even at this age, Shen Jiu had already decided he was a bad guy, and stopped caring about what others thought of him. The glaring exception to that was, ofc, Yue Qi. I think part of the reason that SJ reactions to the "Qi-ge" specifically, is that Shiwu just said that no one likes Shen Jiu, and then tried to align himself with Yue Qi. I think to SJ, he sees a real threat in the idea of someone else stealing Yue Qi, the one person who likes SJ. SJ is so possessive of Yue Qi not just because he's Qi-ge, but also because, without him, Shen Jiu would have nothing and no one.

Yue Qi tries to deescalate by coaxing/appeasing Shen Jiu

“You’re the bastard! I bet you’ll get sold off soon and end up a pimp!” Yue Qi didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. “Where did you learn that kind of nonsense language?!” Then he dragged Shen Jiu off to the side of the road while coaxing him. “All right, you’re the most competent one here. Even if you didn’t pick and choose your spot, you’d be the best. So let’s change streets.” Shen Jiu stepped on his foot. “Get off me! Like I’m scared! Come on, fight me! Wanna gang up on me? Go ahead!” Of course Yue Qi knew he wasn’t scared. If he really let Shen Jiu brawl with the other kids, he would fight dirty. He’d gouge at their eyes and kick them in the belly or crotch or shin. He was terribly vicious, and the other party would be the one to end up suffering and bawling in terror. Yue Qi forced down a smile. “Are you done stepping on my foot yet? If you are, stop it. Qi-ge will take you somewhere fun.” “What shitty ‘fun’?” Shen Jiu asked savagely. “The most fun I’ll have is if they’re all dead.” Yue Qi looked at him helplessly and shook his head.

Yue Qi only barely scolds Shen Jiu, even when Shen Jiu in the wrong (tried to steal Shiwu's spot and then almost beat up Shiwu). Instead, his reaction is to distract, coax, bribe, and praise him until SJ looses interest in whatever trouble he was going to cause. Yue Qi is so biased, and he spoils him 😂. Even when Yue Qi has so little he can give, he managed to spoil Shen Jiu by giving him so much favor, attention, and affection. 

I think this is something that comes naturally to Yue Qi to the point that he can't help himself from doing the same thing as an adult, even when SJ scorns him. It's just the correct response to seeing a Xiao Jiu! He's the "why do we have hands" meme fr 

Yue Qi smiles imagining Shen Jiu beating up the other kids

Of course Yue Qi knew he wasn’t scared. If he really let Shen Jiu brawl with the other kids, he would fight dirty. He’d gouge at their eyes and kick them in the belly or crotch or shin. He was terribly vicious, and the other party would be the one to end up suffering and bawling in terror. Yue Qi forced down a smile. “Are you done stepping on my foot yet? If you are, stop it. Qi-ge will take you somewhere fun.”

I don't have much to say about this, I just want to remind everyone Yue Qi finds SJ's violent, feral tendencies adorable. This man has no desire to train his cat, and he will insist it's friendly even as it gnaws on his arm.

In Conclusion?

This single scene shows us the trajectory of qijiu's relationship going forward, the strengths of their relationships that became pitfalls. It allows to imagine what they could have become if not torn apart by a world set to doom them.

#svsss #shen jiu #yue qingyuan #qijiu #svsss meta #fish meta

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CAN U PLSSSS WRITE A CUTE DENJI FIC OR HEADCANON/DRABBLE?? honestly idrc care which it is (obvi longer is preferred but i understand and am open to whatevs u give)

like about reader (fem) has a journal and in it she wrote about her dream dude, but like perfectly described denji and accidentally left it out and while they were hanging out or something cuz they besties he sees it and realized like "dude, that's me!" or something and then like a fluffy confession or something IDK that's just what i have sprinting through my brain rn 🤓

also maybe a lil kiss 🙏

thank you for giving me a denji idea... been fiending to write for him and just had 0 ideas

word count - 1.5 K / warnings - fem reader, not proofread!!, au where makima dies and denji just gets to be happy with special division 4 and they are familycore

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“And the point of this is…?”

“I dunno,” Himeno answers honestly, shrugging, “I read somewhere that you can tell a lot about someone from their partner.”

“None of us are dating,” Aki huffs, fingers itching over the protrusion of his lighter in his pocket.

“Their preference in a partner,” Himeno groans in annoyance, gesturing out to the collection of papers in front of each of you, “Besides, what else do we have to do right now?”

Fair question, no matter how junky the science behind Himeno's apparent reading, not one of you had anything better to do. A storm was raging outside the Hayakawa apartment, all of Special Division Four having pooled there before the clouds even rolled in. Before Kobeni could shyly crawl out from the rambunctious crowd, there was lightning and thunder and an ear-piercing flood warning blasting on the television. 

So, Aki swallows the rest of his complaints and puts his head down with the rest of your division. His pencil sprawling over the paper Himeno slammed in front of him to describe his ideal significant other. A tedious task he's all too eager to bullshit through as soon as Himeno is finished staring down at him.

Denji is tapping the eraser of his pencil against the kitchen island, eyes straying around the living room. He worried his bottom lip between knifepoint teeth; only stopping when he tastes iron. Even Power has started writing.

Even you have begun writing. He wonders what you're writing. He wishes he could stretch his neck and take a peek without being obvious. He wishes he could read it at all.

Denji draws a stick figure that takes up a quarter of the page, dragging the lead back over the chest to add breasts. He glances at you through the side of his eye before adding hair and a small smile. And the black hair tie snug around your wrist even though he's only ever seen you lend it to Kobeni and Angel. Now he really can't avoid it: Denji has no idea how to write. 

Hopefully he can just coast with a bland drawing and let everybody think he's as shallow as they probably already believe. But when he lifts his head to glimpse at everyone else's pages, Himeno is already freezing him solid with her icy glare. Denji tucks his chin to his chest and subtly twists in the island stool to look at your paper again. 

Bullet points go five lines down the page; and the only thing he can make out is one of the few characters Aki’s taught Denji at his request:

愚か. Stupid.

Denji's eyes bounce back up to your face, eyes a little gooey and smile all soft. He knows that goofy look well, it's how he finds himself everytime he thinks about you. Before he can lose himself in that, he's jealous. You're making that lovestruck face over some stupid guy that Denji can't even write a strongly worded letter to. 

Denji writes one of the other few things Aki has taught him. Your name with a bold arrow pointing down at the stick figure. 

Then he erases it. He scrubs the pink bud over your name so hard he tears the paper in half. A loud shirrr dragging every eye to his hunched form, shoulders hiking higher over his face at the increased attention.

“Hark! The fool cannot even spell!” Power cackles, “Show me his words! Show me his mistake!”

“Power,” you chide, as though she's a fitful toddler and not a horrific Fiend, “Be nice. You can't write either.”

“Liar!” she points at you with a shaking finger.

Kobeni shyly taps Power on the shoulder before pointing at the paper overflowing with Power's manic ideals of a partner, “Anything else…?”

“Honesty!” she glares at you sharply, “And unwavering devotion!”

“Right…” Kobeni mutters unsurely, neglecting her own paper as she continues to scribble on Power's.

“Ignore her,” you scoot your stool closer to Denji and he manages to flip his page over before you can see the drawing, “Do you need help?”

He’s nodding before his mouth can even pop open, eventually he manages to sputter alongside it, “Yeah, yeah!” taking full advantage of his new opportunity to squish right against you at the island, “Can you write…”

Patiently, you await his request and he can feel his heart pumping in his throat every time you bat your lashes at him all sweetly. Your pen leaves jet black dots as it dips in your weak grasp, Denji has lots of words to describe you and all of them knot together on the tip of his tongue, tangled and lashing to fall from his lips at once.

Ultimately, he settles for the least descriptive, “Nice.”

“Someone nice,” you nod and scratch that onto his paper, “I like that.”

Denji feels his whole body go junky with sparks of electricity, blood boiling hot at how you feel comfortable enough to drag your paper into his full view. You point at your top bullet point, nail tacking loudly into the surface when his eyes don’t immediately stray from your face to the words below. Your bottom lip is sucked between your teeth as you study his reaction, leaning your face even closer to his.

Though you’re blurry and jumbled in his peripherals, Denji can still make out the upturn of your lips. He looks over the rest of the page, desperately searching for any other words he can make out and mold himself to. That, or cope and make up some ways in which he’s at least comparable to your dream man.

He can make out: Pretty.

Do you think Denji is pretty?

He sees another one he recognizes: 歯 -- teeth -- but there’s two characters before that he’s useless against. 

Denji has teeth.

“Sharp,” you whisper into his ear, tingles raising along his pale flesh.

“Huh…?” Denji turns to look at you, heat rising far up to his ears.

An airy, almost delirious, giggle floats into his ears as you circle the two mysteries before teeth, “Sharp,” then you circle teeth, “Teeth. Sharp teeth.”

“You like guys with sharp teeth?”

“Love ‘em.”

Denji swallows harshly, shakily pointing to the next bullet point, “What’s that mean?”

農民を尊重する.

You press ever closer towards Denji, leaning your chin on his shoulder, “‘Respects farmers.’”

“I respect farmers…” he mutters dumbly, “I love their work.”

“I know you do.”

Denji blinks down at you, his thick lashes beating on his rosying cheeks and spiky teeth punching back into his lip. His breaths are short and hard, red overtaking his cheeks like a flustered little Kewpie doll. So precious and sweet, ready to crack beneath your palms. He’d trust you wholly, and you know you’d treat him well. He knows, too. You’re nice.

You laugh at his stunned face, posture rigid. The sudden shock making his shoulder jab up into your jaw uncomfortably -- you find it terribly charming. 

“I like girls…” Denji sighs out in a tremble, eyes trailing down your face, “I like girls with soft lips.”

“Do you?” you inch closer, by now long forgetting the presence of your friends and colleagues in the apartment. Teasing is fun, but teasing Denji is just the best.

“Mhm.”

.

.

.

After an awkward pause, Denji follows the quiet hum with,

“Can I… kiss you?”

You nod against his shoulder, chin digging down into the bone. Denji stretches his neck to kiss you -- and your lips are even softer and more sugary than he imagined. His hands scratch out to cradle you to himself, continuously parched no matter how much of you he has to drink in. Warm hands and arms around you, clinging and wrapping and pulling. Wincing from the prickle of Denji’s teeth against your lip, you cinch a hand around the chest of his shirt and wrench it towards you -- pulling Denji closer along with it. 

“You like me?” he utters against your lips.

Pulling back, you flip around your paper and sear your index nail around a very recognizable word, “My ideal partner. I was a little scared to share at first…”

Denji almost jumps right off the stool, ready to coop you in his arms and swing you around fully in front of his roommates and coworkers. Instead he laughs in full disbelief to himself, reaching down to squeeze your other hand in both of his. You’re briefly concerned he’s cutting off blood flow before the joy of his pure excitement overtakes that concern. 

DENJI is big and plain over the very top of the page. 

“What changed your mind?”

You snicker right into his ear and reach out to flip over Denji’s paper, torn at the top, “I could tell you felt the same, pretty boy.”

Denji squeezes your hand even tighter, giggling almost feverishly before he’s sliding off the stool, “Wanna go make out in my room?”

“Thanks for having the decency to move now,” an unpleasant sneer breaks Denji’s cloudy dream-turned-reality.

“Fuck you,” Denji hisses at Aki.

“I think it’s cute!” Himeno pushes at the back of Aki’s head, “Focus on yourself!”

You let Denji drag you from the kitchen island and towards his (and Power’s, not that she’ll be allowed in for the next however many hours) room. 

“So, you really think ‘m pretty?” Denji’s voice teeters just on the edge of snarky, but his skittish, red frame speaks louder.

“Prettiest,” you coo, kissing his cheek.

The affection has him seconds away from blurting out an awkward, ill-timed: You’re really my dream girl.

#denji x reader #denji fluff #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #denji x you #denji x fem reader

[theminecraftbee]

"Is it for missing the dragon fight again? Because like, man, you know as well as I do that fight wasn't ever about me," BigB says to the Secret Keeper, which doesn't respond.

There's blood on his hands. They're red. Well, they aren't red, and there isn't blood, but it's a metaphor, right? It's a really good metaphor, on account of him otherwise being green.

"I'm, uh, not meant to be... whatever Grian was? An unguided hand? I thought the rules were meant to be that there weren't greens who could do that anymore, 'cause you didn't like the first time, or did like it too much, or something. But, uh, you have it out for me a bit now, don't you? That's cool, that's cool."

His hands feel warm, and wet, and grainy, in exactly the way blood does. Compared to a lot of people BigB actually doesn't know much about how blood feels. He's hardly much of a fighter. He's never been. He still remembers it though. After you've felt someone else's blood, it's hard to forget it. It makes imagining it easy, which is funny, because it's not like Skizz even died. He got stabbed a little at most. Everyone gets stabbed a little sometimes. That's just how life works.

He sighs.

"Will someone else do that next week, or is it just me?" BigB says.

No response.

"The task said I had to, uh, betray or build traps or anything they asked. Really emphasized the betrayal actually. Sort of cruel as a task, isn't it?"

No response.

"Whatever," BigB says. "If it's for missing the dragon fight again, I'm, uh, not sorry. Not much of a fighter, really. Not much of a dog, either. It was fun! Fun being the loyal guy for once. Don't like you trying to make that stop. But, uh, I've known a lot of dogs at this point, and I'm not one of them. I'm... something else. You know that, right? Now that you're actually paying attention?"

The Secret Keeper doesn't respond. He rolls his eyes. He figures he'll climb back into his hole alone and keep on being the 'something else' that he is. Maybe this time, the betrayal won't follow him for the entire season. Maybe this time, it won't be a stain on him forever. He can get lucky like that for once, right? He didn't want to. He never wants to. It makes his heart ache, every time he has to play the role of traitor. Surely, this time they'll understand, right? Skizz is understanding. Skizz said it was worth it. Skizz won't be like...

"I'll make a deal. Next time we fight a dragon, I'll go," BigB says, almost plaintive. "You'll stop trying to figure me out then, right? Put me in a box? You'll figure out what I am? Will that do?"

No response.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go work on my hole and tell Grian that none of that was a task. He'll make funny noises about it. Whoever's watching me gets to know about it, and no one else. Or I guess whoever's... listening? Is that what Jimmy's guys do? Man, I don't know. I was never involved that much. Maybe that's it, more than the dragon fight. You're mad I haven't been involved. Well, I guess I am now. Congrats. I'd do it again next week if I had to."

The Secret Keeper is large, and stone, and doesn't answer, but somewhere in the distance, BigB is sure that someone's laughing at him. After all, he's the one who had to betray his friends, and dig a hole, and hide from everyone, and everything else no one else is being made to do with their tasks. It's whatever, though. He'll deal with it. He always has.

His hands are so, so red right now. Not the rest of him. The rest of him is green and clean of blood. Funny how that works.

He goes to hide in his tunnels that no one can find him properly in. That's the advantage of living in the backrooms. No one ever knows what door he'll come out of next.

#secret life smp #secret life spoilers #bigbst4tz2 #a bee fic #SO BIGB'S TASK HUH.

[voltronisanobsession]

hi! i was wondering if i could request a percy jackson! platonic headcanon fic where like luke, y/n is also being manipulated and possessed by one of the evil gods and the group finds out? (also i’m sorry to go all teen wolf but she starts to act kinda like void stiles) ty!

Reader being Controlled by a God

NEVER apologize for going all teen wolf, I love this idea😍😍😍😍😍 when you say headcanons fic, imma think you meant headcanons but with a story plot🔥

I think this is a little more generalized than what I usually write

I’m telling you, when I finish heroes of Olympus, WE WILL HAVE A BIGGER AND BETTER GROUP OF CHARACTERS💀🙏🙏🙏

The change is a slow process

Not many caught onto your change appearances, those who did marking it down as an off day you had

Plagued with nightmares and visions, paranoia grows as you distance yourself from the group slowly

This god, you didn’t know their name or their face

The fear they instilled in you was enough for your confidence to break down though

It was like having a devil on your shoulder, it’s soft whisperings influencing your everyday life

You tried blocking it all out, but it was getting too much! You could never escape the whispers, even in sleep, which was way worse than being awake

Yet you didn’t dare tell a soul, what would people say! Would Chiron kick you out of the camp? Gods, you can’t be kicked out another home again, you just can’t!

You lose sleep as this god takes its hold on you, grip tightening more as the weeks pass

It isn’t long until you began listening to the voice, listening to it as it planted seeds of deceit and darkness

I think the one who would pick up on your weird changes is Annabeth lowkey

She notices EVERYTHING

When you don’t show up to breakfast in the mornings, she takes note of it. During training, she notices how you have this far off, dull look in your eyes. Like you’re there physically, but mentally somewhere else.

She definitely sees how you look at everyone now, a distrusting expression as you distance yourself from those around you

So when the girl tries approaching you about it, making it known that she’s worried for her friend, Annabeth is taken aback by your defensive aggression

“Don’t worry about it, its none of your buisness” you would say, eyes narrowed and arms crossed, shutting down any other attempts she tries to make

And while the others try to reassure her you could be upset about something else, one look at you and she already knows that there’s something more

You begin doing small tasks for your new friend

They’re small at first, pack a bag with a few necessities, steal some drachmas, your cabin mate won’t notice a few missing

You don’t even notice as they get a bit extreme, wordlessly following its orders to sneak into Chiron’s office and take some files, and to go into the woods after they call lights out in the dead of night

You’re friends grow even more suspicious and worried as you seem to creep around the camp grounds

They might even hear you whispering to yourself one day. What’s next, you would ask. Whose here? Hiding behind a tree, your friends would finally see that there’s something seriously wrong with you

Percy prays to any god or goddess listening that you just haven’t moved on from your invisible friend phase, but as always, nothing ever goes his way

This voice that first haunted even your sweetest of dreams was a familiar one that you grew to trust

They’re all waiting to watch you stumble, my dear. They’ll use you until there’s nothing left of you.

Join us, you’ll have me to guide you through the new life I’m offering you.

Your final task sets everything in motion, setting off every alarm in every demigods head as you walk past them.

With one mission in your head, you head towards the training grounds where Percy and a few others swung their swords at dummies

Taking the nearest sword, you walked up to Percy from behind, pushing everyone who got in your way

Speeding up to close the gap between you two, Percy’s instincts takes over as he quickly glances behind him and narrowly dodges your swing at him

He wouldn’t have any time to think as you continuously swing the sword you held at him, not once stopping even as he tried talking to you

“What’s going on with you?! Talk to me y/n!

“Do you seriously ugh- think talking is gonna get you out of this?”

Because of your sloppy form due to the wrong sized sword you took, you were taken down by the green eyed boy, causing you to scamper away from him

Heaving and looking at him with irritation, he could make out a dark shadowy figure lingering behind you, almost encasing you with its darkness

That’s it

It isn’t until Annabeth comes running in with Chiron that you make your escape into the woods, where they search hours for you, only to come empty handed

But you didn’t leave without leaving behind a small gifts

At sundown, three hellhounds were released into the camp grounds by portals no one knew existed

Just like Luke, you had betrayed them all, yet they felt that they couldn’t blame anyone but themselves!

The signs were there since the beginning!

It seemed that this god, a new enemy, had taken over your head, and your friends weren’t going to stop until they finally had the real you back🔥🔥

Cue epic music playing in the background

#pjo x reader #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #platonic pjo #pjo headcanons #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackson headcanons #headcanons #x reader #pjo #Percy jackson #Annabeth chase #annabeth chase pjo #Annabeth pjo

[lazycats-stuff]

Can I request a gn!reader x batfam? The reader is in the batfamily business and is the 2nd youngest. They’re on a mission with the others, when they get hit by a alien tech which turns the reader into a toddler (2-3 years old?)😱 so the batfamily had to take care of the reader till they find an antidote. You can end it with the reader being turned back to their original age?

Of course you can request gn!reader... I just love these types of ideas.

Summary: Mission goes wrong when (Y/N) is turned into a toddler. The fam needs to find a way to bring him back to normal.

Warnings: fluff, alien technology, toddler (Y/N), family fluff...

Everyone was getting ready. It was a joint mission with the Justice League, a fight against aliens who wanted to conquer this Earth. This wasn't the first mission that included aliens trying to conquer Earth and it certainly won't be the last.

(Y/N) enjoyed the Justice League, considering Superman as an uncle and Wonder Woman as an aunt. And they were their favorite out of all the siblings. The said siblings sat in the Batplane, waiting to jump out of the plane.

Once at their designated coordinates, everyone jumped out. They were going to infiltrate the ship and try to destroy it from within. It was a great plan, but something is always going to go wrong. A plan never goes smoothly in their family.

Damian, Tim and (Y/N) were making their way to the control room. Their task was to override the ship and make it go down. The other heroes were somewhere else on the ship. They had a plan to catch the leader of these aliens.

The trio moved quietly, listening for the surrounding noise, hoping that the big majority of the aliens are after Superman. For some reason that man was an alien magnet.

" After this, I'm going to take a break from the superhero stuff, " (Y/N) said to their brothers, trying to hack the main door to get in.

" I feel you (Y/N), but I have open cases that need to be solved. " Tim said, looking at the screen watching the codes.

" Well, that sounds like a Red Robin problem. " (Y/N) said, making the other two birds sigh.

" You were supposed to be on my side (Y/N). " Tim said, taking his staff as (Y/N) managed to hack in. Damian got his katana ready. The trio got into the room, quickly fighting the remaining aliens in this part of this ship.

The trio had a natural flow going, no need to even communicate their moves. Aliens were faster than then them, but it was an easy fight. Everything was going great.

That should have been a first sign that something was going to wrong.

(Y/N) fought an alien, trying to find a weak spot. It was incredibly hard to find it and (Y/N) was afraid that they were going to get exhausted.

" Watch out! " (Y/N) didn't know who yelled it out, but (Y/N) felt warm all over. Why? All of a sudden, they felt like they were shrinking. Damian took down an alien and Tim went to hacking. Damian ran towards (Y/N), kneeling down next to his sibling.

" Oh my God. Red Robin, you need to hack faster. " Damian said, taking a toddler version of (Y/N) in his arms. Tim's mouth fell open a little as he saw his sibling so... Little. Oh my God...

" Okay, let me hack into this and then we are going to call B. Oh my God. " Tim said, getting to hacking the ship. He put an overdrive on the system, making the ship slow down and stop the cannons from the sides from firing.

It was the most exhausting fight in the history of fights. Even Superman was exhausted. Damian and Tim didn't know how to even bring up the fact that (Y/N) got turned into a toddler. How?

" Hey guys. " Tim started, gathering attention from the heroes. Batman had to do a double take.

" Robin, why do you have a toddler in his arms? " He asked, looking around.

" If you are looking for (Y/N), well... (Y/N) is the toddler. " Red Robin said, scratching the back of his neck.

Batman didn't show any type of emotions as he walked towards his second youngest child. He swallowed. He has never his second youngest as a toddler and they were so adorable.

" Oh my, (Y/N) is adorable. " Wonder Woman said as she approached the Bat family.

Superman nodded, watching (Y/N). They are so incredibly adorable.

" Alright, Wonder Woman and Superman, take the others and take the technology. Once you are done, call me so I can start looking for the antidote. " Batman said, watching Jason carrying (Y/N). Batman could sense a smile beneath the red helmet.

" Should we rush it? " Superman asked, already knowing the answer.

" Not really, take your time. I have to take care of (Y/N). " Batman said, turning to go back to his children.

" What do we do with (Y/N)? " Jason asked, holding the sleeping toddler.

" Well, I will take some time off from patrol until we find an antidote. Once they are back to normal, we are going to go back to normal too." Bruce explained, caressing the child's sleeping face with his gloved fingers.

" This child is going to put me in my grave. " Batman said, dropping his hand.

" Wait, do we have clothes for a toddler back home? " Dick asked, looking at the toddler with love in his eyes. (Y/N) came when they were 13 and the family didn't have a chance to see their second youngest like this.

They were going to make the most of it.

If Alfred was shocked, he didn't say anything. Instead he got right into grandpa mode, seeing that (Y/N) was getting cranky. He took the toddler into his arms and started feeding him some fruit. Alfred was also going to make the most out of it too.

" Oh my, you were hungry. " Alfred chuckled as his grandchild eating fruit so eagerly. " So alien technology? " Alfred asked for more elaboration.

" Yes, they got hit and turned into a toddler. The Justice League is looking through the technology and once they sort it out, I will start looking for the antidote. " Bruce explained, stretching his shoulders out.

" I presume that... They will be taking their time? " Alfred asked, knowing that Bruce would want to take advantage of this toddler phase.

" Yes. " Bruce said, sitting down next to Alfred.

" Dada. " (Y/N) said, stretching their little toddler arms out towards Bruce. Bruce took the toddler gladly, giving the child a kiss to the side of the head.

" I will take time off of patrol until they are back to normal. Despite being so calm, I think that they need their father. " Bruce said, holding (Y/N) protectively in his arms.

" I think that you want to see (Y/N) as a toddler and take advantage of it. " Alfred said honestly, making Bruce sigh.

Today marks a week since (Y/N) got turned into a toddler. The family was actively searching for the antidote. The Justice League went through the technology and now Bruce finally had the time to go through the technology.

So the four brothers were babysitting today. It was slowly starting to wear them out. (Y/N) is a very energetic toddler and a magnet for trouble. Damian was ready to lose his mind with how much trouble the toddler was doing.

Which meant that (Y/N) had to be watched over no matter what.

Recently, (Y/N) recreated a viral video where a parent asks what do you have and the child says a knife and ran away, making Dick and Jason run after him.

Bruce came back home, happy that he has the antidote. " Good news kids! I have an antidote! "

All five heads turned to face him. The four out of fiveheads sighed in relief, but one wasn't sighing in relief. It was (Y/N). And Bruce knew why. He had to inject it and (Y/N) was very afraid of needles.

" Guys, hold th-! " Bruce tried to say, but (Y/N) already ran. The boys ran after him. Jason tried to go over the couch, but he slipped and fell face first on the hardwood floor.

Damian tried to grab the child, but he felt down. Why? A crease on the carpet. (Y/N) was moving up stairs and Dick and Tim managed to grab the legs. Dick put the child over his shoulder and came down. Jason's nose was bleeding and Damian wasn't in the mood to talk.

" Okay, distract them. " Bruce said to everyone, getting ready to inject the soon to be ex toddler.

And the ones who were near did their best. Bruce did it quickly and efficiently. With a blink of an eye, (Y/N) was back to normal. The now teenager was in Dick's lap, smiling sheepishly at Jason and Damian.

" Next time we spar, you are going to be off of patrol for months. " Jason said, wiping the blood with his tissue. Damian just nodded.

" Can I please go back to being a toddler? " (Y/N) asked.

" No. Just no. " Bruce said, leaving the room. " You are a magnet for trouble so no. "

(Y/N) smiled, hopping off of Dick's lap and going back to his room. It felt nice to be back in their normal body.

#dc comics #batfamily #batkids #batfamily x gender neutral reader #bruce wayne x gender neutral #jason todd x gender neutral reader #damian x gender neutral reader

[watercurtaincave]

𖤓 !! — New Years Eve MK, SWK, MACAQUE, AO LIE, NE ZHA, RED SON, PRINCESS IRON FAN

𖤓 !! — WAITING (impatient, “speed this up, pls”)

You were standing outside the house, watching as the little kids ran around and played amongst themselves. From what you caught, they were playing freeze tag, yet with some sort of infecting twist. It was entertaining to say the least, especially when one of the younger ones ran over to the nearest group of adults (where you happened to be standing) and ran around you guys to only get caught. It was both entertaining to watch and entertaining to listen to the others having to quickly change their conversations because the little kids were now here. “Looove,” But, there is always one baby that can’t seem to entertain themselves. You would stifle a chuckle as you felt them slug over, wrapping their arms around your waist and resting their head atop of yours. It had only been two hours, the two of you having gotten here since the sun went down, but you could already tell that they will be bothering you for the next half an hour to make the ‘clock go by faster’. “It’s not time yet.” You would simply tell them, leaning back into the hug as you messed with the straw in your drink. Again, you had to suppress a chuckle because of the groan you got. For the past two hours you’ve been sending them on meaningless tasks to get them to do something, or else they’ll be up your butt until the fireworks went off, but you couldn’t think of anything for them to do right now. Maybe you should send them off to play with the kids.

WUKONG, red son, ne zha, Macaque

𖤓 !! — WAITING (impatient, “bouncing off the walls”)

“And that’s when I said, nu-uh he better not!” You were talking to your little friend group in the kitchen, as one of them was trying to make Flan and the others decided to just migrate with them into the kitchen. You tagged along. Sure, you wanted to stay outside to keep an eye on the kids, yet you were reassured that they were in good hands no matter what. But hey, at least it was more quiet inside since all the speakers blasting music were outside. That was a big relief. “He did not, did he?” Another one of your friends asked as you took a sip of your drink, glancing outside the door to notice your love rushing in with some of the kids. They were all giggling and rushing around, pushing the couch forward to hide behind it, hiding inside the pantry, bathroom, etc. Before you could ask any questions about what they were doing, you assumed playing hide and seek, your lover rushed over to you in a fury. They pecked your forehead, “Love you, Dove, don’t rat any of us out! Melody is it.” And they rushed off again, scrambling to find somewhere to hide despite being a little too grown to shove their way into cabinets, like some of the other kids were doing. Well, someone’s excited for the fireworks!... that or they were doing this to get on your family’s good side… or the kids kidnapped them into playing this.

red son, Ne Zha, MK, Ao lie

𖤓 !! — WAITING (patient)

Having come early to help with the party, it was a good few hours until midnight and the New Year. The family and friends invited to the small event had been slowly showing up, some even offering to help up with the final little details and some just placing down the food they brought before going to socialize. The kids were put into the gaming room, for now to keep them all entertained, and the adults were all socializing either outside or in the living room. Hours flew by and you found yourself standing outside with your lover, their arm around your waist to hold you close. All the adults were laughing and chattering and having been kicked outside of the house since the kids took up the living room to play their games. Your smile wobbled a little as you glanced up at your lover, and you couldn’t help but whisper to them: “Hey, sorry we had to be here so early. Thanks for being so patient.” Which caught your lovers attention instantly, as they glanced down at you with a curious look before smiling. They would lean down, placing a rather sweet kiss on your lips. “Anything for you, love.”

MACAQUE, PRINCESS IRON FAN, Red Son, Ne zha, Ao lie.

𖤓 !! — MIDNIGHT KISSES

“HAPPY NEW YEARS!” The shouts of many filled the small house just as the counting that took place earlier, as big grins spread upon people’s faces and couples paired up to kiss one another. Some of the kids would recoil and yell yuck, grabbing a cup of candy or grapes before giggling and rushing away outside to get the firework show started! They knew that someone had to follow them outside or else there would be a repeat of last year; There would be no fireworks to set off because someone doused them in water! You were laughing, about to follow the kids out with a shout, “Wait up you buggers!” Yet before you could exit the door an arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back. You would let out a yelp, not having expected it, nor having expected to be twirled around and dipped. Your lover would chuckle seeing your flushed face staring right back up at them, they just couldn’t help it! You look all too cute being so flustered. “Did you forget you got someone to kiss now on New Years, love?” They would tease, the biggest snicker upon their face. You wouldn’t even get a chance to respond before their lips met yours, in an oddly steamy yet enjoyable kiss; Even if most of the kids were shouting in disgust in the background.

SWG, RED SON, Princess Iron Fan, MACAQUE

𖤓 !! — MIDNIGHT KISSES (v. 2!)

“Three!” You and the others would count down, watching the closet clock that had been brought out for this exact purpose. Your love was standing right next to you, counting down just as excitedly with you. It was going to be a new year and no way were they going to be anywhere other than your side tonight! The kids were bouncing excitedly, basically off the walls, and some adults were two as the next two numbers were called: “Two!- oNE! HAPPY NEW YEARS!!” We did it, another year around the sun was completed and a New Year had started. Cheers and applause erupted from everyone as couples kissed their lovers and some tried eating their cup of grapes for good luck that year. You couldn’t help but giggle, noticing how your lover was glancing over at you with expected eyes. They were too cute! So, before they could make a move to meet your lips, you would cup their cheeks within your hands, squishing them together, before you pull them down to meet your lips. You didn’t realize how shocked they were at first, though you couldn’t help but giggle at this fact as they soon melted into the kiss and accepted it, hugging your waist with their arms to pull you closer.

MK, NE ZHA, Ao lie, Macaque, red son

𖤓 !! — MIDNIGHT KISSES (fucked up)

You were trying to hold back your laughter, turning your head away from your lover as they held you firmly within your arms. It was 12:01 o’clock in the morning, a minute into the New Year, and you were already denying your lover the kiss they wanted badly! You could hear the others call for the children to be rounded up so they could launch fireworks while others laughed, playfully, at your lover’s misfortune. “I was a minute late, babe, please!” They would beg, looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes they could manage. You swore if there weren't any other people around that your lover would be on their knees, begging for you to spare them one kiss. “A minute!” You protested, biting back your giggle, “A minute! And I was calling you to come here because we were going down. I called you when there were ten, eight, five, two, and one minute left but you were too busy outside!” Your tone was playful, your lover knew you were slightly upset with them but still couldn’t help but be amused at their antics. “Then I’m just going to have to take it from you!” 

SWG, Macaque, red son

𖤓 !! — BURNS THEMSELVES ON FIREWORKS

“Be careful!” You would shout to your lover, standing off to the side with the rest of the family; You weren’t sure exactly how this happened, your lover being voted as the one to light the fireworks, but it happened. At first you had tried to tell everyone that it wouldn’t be a good idea to let them do such a task, pointing out a few things but they were confident enough to tell you: “Don’t worry, love, I got this!” Before rushing over to help light the fireworks. Honestly, you were a little surprised at this fact, even more surprised that the family was able to step away from the big gathering to be able to have a small celebration of their own. But now, you were thinking you would rather take the crowd than this. Especially since you knew- “OW! OW, OW.” There it was, your lover shouting because they burnt themselves on the lighter while trying to light fireworks. You honestly expected some bigger freak accident, like them getting hit by a firework or something like that, but you were glad that didn’t happen. You didn’t need a trip to the ER today, no matter if this came about due to their own stupidity. Either way, you rushed inside to grab them mustard and ice to hopefully quell the burn. (You also weren’t surprised to hear the laughter of others as you left.)

SWG, Ao lie, MK, red son

𖤓 !! — WATCHING FIREWORKS

The kids waved around their sparklers and ran around the yard, which was clear of any of the bigger fireworks, waiting anxiously. There were three adults helping set up the fireworks and, thankfully, your lover wasn’t one of them. Nope, thankfully, they stood next to you with one hand in their pocket and the other around your waist, holding you close. It was really moments like these that made your heart beat, moments that were peaceful and just pure loving. “Alright everyone, stand back!” The shout was given from one of the three in the front as a lighter was sparked. Not even a few seconds later did they all rush back from the igniting fireworks as kids gathered around in front of their parents to watch the spectacle. Your lover would place his pocketed hand on top of your kid’s head, holding you ever so closer, as one of the fireworks shooted towards the sky and exploded in a colorful burrage. After the first one, everything else seemed to go off in a slightly chaotic but systematic rhythm, allowing their color to paint the skies in ways you never knew you missed until this time of year rolled around again. Yet, what you didn’t notice is that your lover would barely catch the fireworks with their own eyes, as they would much rather watch them through yours; You and your lovely face, oh they could just smooch you right now!

MACAQUE, MK, Princess Iron Fan, NE ZHA, Ao Lie, SWG, RED SON

𖤓 !! — MISSES THE FIREWORKS

You were standing outside with your kids, holding them close in a big hug while you guys watched the fireworks together. Your lover had been stuck in the restroom, saying that they had to have eaten something bad to upset their stomach so much. You had offered to stay with them, saying how one of your siblings would watch the kids so they could experience the fireworks, yet they told you to go on without them. To enjoy the fireworks with the kids even if they couldn’t be there. So you did, leaving your lover with a glass of water and medication for their ill stomach, and went to watch the fireworks with the kids. When it was over, you would give then a kiss before playfully shooing them off to your siblings before you would rush into the house to check on your lover. They were still in the bathroom. You gave two gentle knocks. “Honey?” You would hear a groan of pain, to which you had to suppress a small giggle. “Yes, Love?” You playfully asked back. You couldn’t miss the complete devastation that rang from their voice moments later, “I missed the fireworks, didn’t I?” As you turned your face away, the smell from inside slowly hit you like a stink bomb. “Yes.. but maybe now you’ll listen to me when I say you shouldn’t have eaten all those burritos my aunt cooked.” “But they were so good!”

SWG. ao lie?

𖤓 !! — KNOCKS OUT ON THE COUCH

“Love?” You called out before you entered the home, looking around for your lover. They had told you they were going to go lay on the couch inside, claiming that they needed a little rest before the fireworks due to the kids running them ragged. They had told you they would be outside in time for the fireworks, so you guys could watch them together! But they weren’t outside, nor did they seem to be making their way outside. You had asked one of the kids where they were and all they did was giggle, so you had to go investigate on your own. Upon walking inside, not even ten steps in, did you see your lover asleep on the couch. And upon walking closer to them, did you notice why all the kids had been giggling when you asked; There were marks in bright, colorful markers and glitter glue all over their face! Well, if they didn’t wake up to that, you guessed that they really needed the sleep. You couldn’t help but giggle a little though, taking a picture of the scene before walking off to get some baby wipes. You were cruel enough to take a photo of the moment, not cruel enough to leave them like that.

Ao lie :(, SWG (food coma,, was so upset later), Red Son, Macaque?

𖤓 !! — all writing in this page belongs to @watercurtaincaves, please do not repost on other sites, plagiarize, or steal. Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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[steddieas-shegoes]

For the requests: Steve has a good relationship with his parents & when they come back from wherever & someone (Nancy/Robin) tells them about the UD & his parents react by calling out every single adult involved. Maybe he got badly hurt, & they were called in & upon finding out they call out Joyce, Hop, Owens & Murray for the way no adult inthese kids lives had any clue about what their kids were going through. Nor were their parents given notice esp bc having underaged kids sign NDAs is not legal nor legally binfing (Maybe all the parents of the party kids are there and get all the info just like the Harrington's)

MY DARLING! LIGHT OF MY LIFE! HONESTLY this one hit different. You know how much I love making Steve suffer and when he has good parents, a lot of his suffering disappears. But it was nice to branch out a bit. Also finally some common sense! KIDS SHOULD NEVER BE SIGNING AN NDA THEMS THE FACTS! Steve's parents are here to fight for everyone so WELCOME TO THE CHAOS OF STEVE'S OVERPROTECTIVE LAWYER PARENTS! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve Harrington had managed to avoid the hospital for years. Not because he shouldn’t have gone, but because he refused to go.

But this time, he was unconscious, which means he didn’t have a choice.

And now, staring at his parents’ shocked and appalled faces next to his bed, he realized he wished he’d just died, actually.

“This happens…often?” Anne Harrington asked Dr. Owens, who looked like he wished he was also dead.

“It does happen more often than we like. But it appears to be fixed now! Steven has been a wonderful asset to us, which is why we want to make sure he is comfortable and all his medical expenses are paid.”

He handled that well, Steve thought.

“And this is the first time anyone has bothered to call us?” Richard Harrington asked much too quietly.

That was his ‘I’m about to lose my shit’ voice and Steve didn’t have the energy to deal with it.

“I do apologize, we had to deal with enough NDAs as it is,” Dr. Owens replied, not realizing that he was speaking to two lawyers who were about to ruin his life.

Steve let his head rest against the pillow of the hospital bed, sighing.

“At what age did Steve sign his first NDA?”

“I believe he was 16.”

“And did he have a lawyer present?” Anne didn’t wait for a response before continuing. “I can tell you he didn’t. We’re his lawyers and we were not even called. Are you the one in charge of this shitshow?”

It wasn’t often Anne Harrington said a curse word. Steve only ever heard it a handful of times, usually after hanging up with a client who would lose their case.

“I am one of the people who is tasked with this, yes. But if you don’t mind, I need to check in with a few people before I can truly devote time to this conversation.”

“Oh, please. Continue on with your day. Don’t mind us sitting next to our son in the hospital.”

Dr. Owens sighed, knowing this fight was barely even starting, and left the room.

Steve’s parents turned to him.

“How many concussions have you had?”

“Why didn’t you call us?”

“Who else knows about this?”

“Will this happen again?”

The questions were too much, and Steve’s head was pounding. He couldn’t do this right now.

“Hopper.”

“Jim Hopper? I thought he died.”

Admittedly, his parents had been out of town for a while. They didn’t know Hopper was back as of a few months ago, and probably didn’t realize he’d taken over as chief again.

“He didn’t. He’s around here somewhere.”

“He knew about all this?”

“Mom, I love you, but my head is splitting down the middle. I need to stop talking.”

Anne slowly brushed her hand through his hair, planting a kiss on his forehead.

“Of course, honey. We’ll be back soon. Do not sign anything without us here, okay?”

“Okay.”

His dad briefly touched his shoulder before they both left the room.

Finally, some peace and quiet.

Until he was woken up by yelling.

Not just any yelling. Richard Harrington yelling.

If he wasn’t chained to the bed by an IV and blood transfusion bag, he would be up and in the hallway.

Apparently, he didn’t need to worry, though.

His mom came into the room, leaving the door open to the hallway so he could hear everything.

“I’m glad you’re awake, honey. We have a lot to talk about.”

“Who is he yelling at?”

“Every adult who didn’t bother to take care of you the way they should. Not just you, but all of these kids,” she said, tone more annoyed by the second.

“I don’t understand.”

“Honey, you’ve been protecting these kids in ways you never should have had to. All these adults who were involved never told any of us what was going on. They let you keep standing in the line of fire, getting hurt, seeing things you shouldn’t have to and never even bothered to call us. You signed NDAs with the government without parents or lawyers present. That alone is illegal, do you understand that?”

“So I’m in trouble?”

“Oh, honey, no. You’re not in trouble. Your dad’s having a few words with the chief and Dr. Owens.”

Steve tuned in to what was being said in the hall.

“I cannot fathom what you’ve done. Expecting these children to save this town, the world, and not even have their own parents know? Who are they supposed to turn to? You? And what have you done to help them? As far as I’m concerned, you should be arrested and imprisoned. If I have anything to say about it, you will!”

“Mom, can you please get him to stop? I know he’s upset, but Hop really protected us a lot, okay? And Dr. Owens was just doing his job.”

“A lot of people have just been doing their jobs instead of considering that maybe children shouldn’t be responsible for defeating actual monsters.”

Well. Yeah, she did have a point there.

“Where is everyone?”

Anne sat on the edge of his bed, holding his hand, running her thumb along the back of it.

“The Munson boy is in the room next door, he’ll be okay. Robin is home with her parents. Most of the kids are now with their parents, but that Sinclair boy is still being watched for concussion symptoms.”

Steve sighed with relief.

No one was lost. Everyone had pretty minor injuries. Maybe he was able to protect everyone.

“That Dustin boy is relentless,” Anne said with a smile. “He really looks up to you.”

“Yeah, he’s like a brother to me.”

“His mom didn’t know about any of this either, did she?”

Steve thought about it.

Honestly, she probably had some idea. Maybe not of the real details, but she had to know Dustin was involved in something he couldn’t talk about. Same with most of the parents.

But Steve’s parents were gone a lot. Their main office was in Boston, and they would often have to travel around the country for their clients. He was used to not seeing them, only getting to talk to them on the phone once or twice a week.

It’s easy to hide shit over the phone, and when they did manage to make it home, the Upside Down monsters were safely tucked away underground.

They had no way of knowing anything was wrong. He did it on purpose, just like all of the kids did.

Even without signing the NDAs, he’s pretty sure they wouldn’t have told their parents.

“I think we just thought we were protecting you guys.”

“Honey, it’s not your job to protect us. It’s our job to protect you.”

She looked so sad.

Steve didn’t want her to be sad.

“Mom, you couldn’t have done anything. And we’re all safe.”

His dad walked in the room, face red. He closed the door behind him and ran his hand over his face.

“Doctor said Steve can go when the nurse comes to disconnect him from everything soon,” he said, coming to sit in the chair by his bed.

“That’s good news. We’ll get you home and settled. We canceled our flight out so we can stick around for a while and make sure you’re okay,” Anne said with a smile.

“You guys don’t have to cancel your trip. Your clients need you.”

“Not as much as you need us, son,” Richard said, giving him a soft smile.

“I’ve handled it before, though.”

“And you shouldn’t have. Trust me, this town, the government, they’ve got a shit storm coming and I’m leading it,” his dad huffed.

A knock interrupted Steve’s response, the door opening slightly before they answered.

Eddie.

“Steve? You okay?”

Steve’s parents looked at the door, then back at Steve, who was doing his best to hide the fond smile on his face.

It wasn’t working though, not when he saw the way Eddie was trying to take inventory of his injuries from across the room.

“You can come in, Eds.”

“Who’s this, honey?” Anne asked.

“This is Eddie.”

“Oh! You poor thing. I heard all about what you’ve been through. Let me just say, if we had caught wind of it earlier and knew you were Steve’s friend, we would’ve been representing you in court,” Anne rushed to say, her hands fluttering over Eddie’s when he got next to the bed.

Eddie’s wide eyes would have been amusing if Steve didn’t worry that he might run for the hills at the care his parents showed.

“Uh. Thank you?”

“Do you need anything right now? Do your parents need anything?” Richard asked, sitting forward in his chair, business face on.

“Um, just me and my uncle, but no. I’m heading home, but wanted to check on Steve before I go.”

“Of course! You guys are close friends?”

It was an innocent question. His parents just liked to know who was in his life, that’s all. But Eddie looked at him with panic written all over his face.

Steve gave him a small smile, then turned to his parents.

“Actually, he’s my boyfriend.”

They were quiet for a moment, which Steve expected. No matter how well he thought they’d take it, he knew it would be a shock.

But his parents didn’t let him down.

“How long have you been together, Steve?”

“Since March. Four months?” He watched as Eddie started to back away, probably expecting the worst.

Anne smacked Steve’s arm, forgetting for a moment that he was in the hospital for a reason.

“Sorry,” she said before crossing her arms. “You’ve had a boyfriend for four months and didn’t tell us? We could have come back and arranged dinner to meet him. I’m so sorry our son is rude, Eddie. He wasn’t raised that way, I assure you.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped.

“Um. What’s happening right now?”

“We’ll be home for a while to make sure Steve is alright. We’d love to have you over for dinner soon. With your uncle if you’d like,” Richard added as Eddie just stared between them.

“What do you like? I just got a new cookbook that has so many European dishes I want to try. Are you a fan of Polish food? You know what, no, what about Greek? We haven’t had good Greek food in so long.”

Steve was laughing, he couldn’t help it.

“Steve, what the hell is going on here?”

“Eddie, that’s my mom, Anne, and my dad, Richard. They’re kind of the best, and apparently they want you and Wayne to come for dinner. Think you can find time in your schedule?”

“Uh.”

“Oh dear. Do you have a concussion? They should monitor you kids better,” Anne worried, moving her hands up to cup his cheeks and look in his eyes. “Should I get a nurse?”

“No, mom, he’s okay. He just expected you two to freak out.”

“About what?”

“The fact he’s a man.”

“Oh! I do suppose that’s a reasonable concern.”

“Eddie, let me ask you this: do you make Steve happy?” Richard asked.

“I think so.”

“And he makes you happy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then it sounds like we have no reason to be upset. Now, dinner? Maybe tomorrow night?”

“Okay.”

Steve laughed loudly.

“Eds, come here,” Steve gestured for him to come closer.

Eddie moved next to the bed, his arm bandaged, and a new cut with stitches in it on his forehead.

“Closer.”

Eddie leaned in.

Steve leaned up and kissed his lips. Just a quick peck, just enough to get the point across that this was really okay and really happening.

“Tomorrow at 6?” Steve asked before he pulled away completely.

Eddie nodded.

“And please bring your uncle, we need to discuss our plan for a lawsuit on behalf of all of you,” Richard spoke up from his chair.

“Oh. Yes, sir.” Eddie pulled away from the bed, nervously playing with his rings.

“Richard is fine, son.”

Eddie was blushing, which Steve was absolutely going to make fun of him for later.

“See you tomorrow, then?” Eddie asked awkwardly.

“Love you, Eds.”

“Oh. Uh. Yep. Love you too, Stevie.”

He raced out of the room, leaving Steve and Anne laughing quietly.

“Poor boy. Didn’t know what to do, did he?”

“No, I think he isn’t used to a positive reaction when people find out about him.”

“His uncle knows about you two, though, right?”

“Yeah, Wayne’s been great.”

“Good. Well, I’m going to find a nurse so we can go home. You should be comfortable in your own bed.”

“And I am going to make a quick call to my buddy in Chicago to see if he can pull some information on this Owens guy. We have a lot of work to do.”

Steve was used to this. For some kids, maybe this wasn’t good parenting. Maybe his parents being gone for a lot of his life had a negative impact.

But Steve never doubted how much they loved him. They still came home for every birthday, every Christmas. They still managed to take a family vacation every year. They gave him everything he needed and most of what he wanted. They supported him through everything, the proof right here in front of him now.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #the party #steve harrington has good parents for once!!! #and they're about to fuck shit up!!! #ficlet #request

[hauntedhokage]

Pollen Count

Kakashi Hatake/F!Reader

Summary: While on a mission to deliver documents, you and Kakashi stop for the night in a place where you probably shouldn’t. Something in the air didn’t feel quite right, despite everything else feeling perfect. Cross posted to AO3

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: sex pollen, dub!con, f!receiving oral, blindfolds, fingering, unprotected sex, outdoor sex

Note: I was struck by Kakashi brain rot during my Naruto re-watch. 

It was supposed to be a simple delivery task. There was a chance of enemy ninja, which made it not quite so simple as just delivering a couple pieces of paper. The nature of the documents required that two jounin be sent to take care of it. You didn’t know who the other jounin was, Tsunade said she had to do some reorganization of some squads to get you the backup you’d need since this document was now top priority over a couple reconnaissance and recovery missions. 

It wasn’t your job to know what was in it that made it so important, but you were very interested in who your partner would be. Hopefully entertaining but at the very least could keep up conversation. It was a long journey to the Hidden Sand, to spend it in silence felt like a fate worse than death. Team compatibility could be what made the difference between a mission’s success and failure, after all.

“Oh, sorry I’m late.”

Kakashi? Oh this was going to be interesting, indeed.

“Helping an elderly woman with her shopping? At dawn?” you take your guess as his excuse, smile on your face as he rubs the back of his neck. 

“Sure, let’s go with that. You have the cargo?”

You only pat your vest where the scroll was contained, and he nods before he suggests that you get going. And so you set out, being sure to act as casual as two shinobi heading out on a mission could. Nobody knew about the scroll, so it was imperative that you not act like you had anything that anybody else would want to see.

“We should probably think about camping somewhere or finding an inn to stay at for the night,” Kakashi suggests as the sun begins to set, and you nod before stopping to stand on a tree branch. “Which would you prefer?”

“Let’s get back on the road, and if we can’t find an inn by nightfall then we can set up camp.” At this time of year, it’d be dark in about forty-five minutes. Time wasn’t on your side if your hope was to sleep on a surface softer than your bedroll on the grass. Though there might have been an inn nearby, but you weren’t confident that you hadn’t passed it already due to how fast you and Kakashi had been moving.

For all your hoping, you’d been proven correct in your assumption that’d you’d passed the inn you’d been thinking of and that left you only moderately deflated as you turned off the main road with Kakashi to find a suitable campsite. Off the beaten path but flat was the goal, and you look through some tall shrubbery and smile when you see a clearing. It was really quite the scene with healthy grass, some flowers, and the river wasn’t too far away. The trees provided ample coverage, too, so it really did feel quite secluded. There was something in the air, too, something that put you at ease. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you also knew that you needed to stay on your guard while on a mission even if the environment told you otherwise. Something about deception and things being too good to be true. 

Kakashi offers to take the first watch, and you tuck yourself into your sleeping bag with hopes of getting some rest. Only it’s too warm, so you remove yourself from within the sleeping bag to instead lay on it in hopes that it’d be more comfortable. Only now it’s your vest that feels too heavy, so you sit up to remove it and take a moment to roll your shoulders. Kakashi was here, you were safe to lose that protective padding to get some sleep if that’s what it took. 

“Are you alright?” He asks from his perch in the tree, and you look up to see that he’d been watching you. “You seem uncomfortable down there.”

“Does it feel hot to you, Kakashi?” you ask, almost tempted to pull your shirt off but knowing that wasn’t the wisest move you could make. But it was so hot and starting to rub you the wrong way so it needed to go. Sooner rather than later. “It’s so hot out here.”

“It’s a bit warm, yeah, but I’ve been trying to tune it out.” He’s kneeling in front of you now, pressing his wrist to your forehead. You can’t see the frown, but you hear it when he sighs before he tells you that you’re running a fever. “You’re just hot, though? Not nauseous or anything else?”

“I honestly felt fine until just now when I was trying to lay down.” But you’re acutely aware of the fact that he’s still got his wrist pressed to your forehead, and now there’s his other hand on your shoulder and contributing to the heat you felt. “But now I’m just hot, and my clothes feel wrong.”

“Does it feel heavy?”

“Kinda, just rubbing me the wrong way, y’know?”

“Yeah.” So he was feeling it too, and that both relieves you and horrifies you at the same time. What if your perfect campsite was just a massive trap? That’d be just fantastic if all this was your fault. “It’s not a genjutsu, and there are no chakra signatures anywhere near us either. It’s almost like there’s something in the air.”

Something in the air? That was what you had felt earlier, but that something wasn’t making you hot. Kakashi’s hands on you were not helping, but instead were contributing to a different type of heat in your core that was not easy to ignore either. Where was the light and easy feeling that you’d had previously? Where did that go?

“I have to get out of these clothes, Kakashi.” You hope you sound calm, like you know what you’re doing, but you couldn’t even really think straight.

“We have to get out of here, we’ll deal with our symptoms once we’re out of the hot zone.”

“I am the hot zone right now!”

“And we need to figure that out, but losing your cool is not going to help. We’re not going to go far, there’s another clearing nearby and I think we should be okay there. Let’s gather our things and move.” The instruction is clear and, despite how awful your clothes felt against your skin, you follow them without question. By the time you’ve settled in the new campsite you can’t stop yourself, taking your shirt off with your vest and laying back against the cool grass in hopes that it’ll help you relax - even just a little bit. 

The air felt different here, sure, but you still felt too hot. A look to your left tells you that Kakashi was feeling the heat too, since he’d removed his vest and was trying to fan cool air onto his skin. There was another more obvious problem just south of the hem of his shirt, but you avert your gaze from your partner to keep from potentially making him uncomfortable.  

“Doing okay?” he asks, and you shake your head since you were still feeling too hot even with your shirt being off and cool air hitting your skin. 

“Still too hot, but I’m running out of layers,” you mumble, jumping nearly out of your skin when you feel his hand on your stomach. How he got there that fast was not a question you’d waste time on, since the man did train with Gai. What was more pressing was the physical contact he’d initiated, all he really needed to do was move that hand just a bit further south and you were certain that’d either fix everything and make the problem worse - but such was the shinobi way of life. “That’s not helping.”

“I thought not,” he mumbled, and you chance looking up at him only to feel yourself get so much warmer when you see him looking down at you. There’s something unfamiliar in his eye, and that has you equal parts excited and concerned at what that look could mean. “The air is different here, so we must have inhaled something back there.”

How was he still so functional? You couldn’t give a damn about what could have you feeling this way, there were more pressing matters such as your body feeling like it was on fire and the growing discomfort with how wet your underwear was getting. 

“Please stop talking,” you whine, your hand grabbing his wrist. His pulse is racing beneath his skin, his thumb starting to move against your skin until you let out another whine at the contact. “But keep touching me.”

“You’re sure?”

“Only if you want to.” 

He shakes his head, and you’re not sure what it is he’s trying to convey but you err on the safe side and release his wrist. You’re ready to sit yourself up, go hide behind a tree so you could rub this out and get it over with, but his hand stays firm on your stomach to keep you in place as he leans in to get close to your ear. 

“We shouldn’t do this, but I can’t pull myself away from you when I’m like this and you’re so willing.”

If he wasn’t wearing that mask, you’d kiss him right now. But he is, and that brings you to let him go so you could move the placement of your headband so it’d cover your eyes. Kakashi had to be uncomfortable in the mask, this was how you could ensure that he could be more comfortable while you both were dealing with the side effects of whatever the hell you’d breathed in. You hear him sigh before his hand leaves your stomach, and you pick up on the rustling of his clothes before his mouth is on yours and his hand is pushing at the waistband of your pants. Your hand starts to move, but is quickly pinned into the grass by Kakashi’s other hand as he moves to straddle you. 

“Please behave, I’m struggling to contain myself as it is.” The warning has you nodding, but your hips move of their own volition in an attempt to get some friction where you most need it. He pauses above you, then his hands are gone from you only to work at pulling your pants and underwear down. 

Your mouth falls open when his fingers push between your folds, the fire burning inside sated by the contact that has you relaxing into the grass. You hadn’t realized just how large Kakashi’s hands were until he had two fingers inside of you working to stretch you open more, and you knew you’d be fixated on those hands long after this situation was over and dealt with. A bridge to be crossed later, if you remembered after all this was over and done with. 

A forearm is pressed to your hip, those two fingers part your folds, and you sigh when his tongue slides through to lap at your essence while his thumb circles your already over-sensitive clit. Another orgasm comes and goes before you can process it, your hands moving to his hair to try and pull him away. Instead, his other hand comes to replace his tongue, two fingers pushing into your cunt easily while his thumb continues to play with your clit. 

“Are you going to come already?” He sounds amused, but you can’t formulate the words that you need to tell him off or tell him that he was right. “You can come, it’s alright. Let me taste you.”

You’re going to blame your current state on the fact that you were able to come just by him telling you to, that truly had to be it. But he sounds pleased and you’re ready to cry when he continues to lick and suck at your quivering pussy until you’re practically begging him to pull back and fuck you proper. You just needed him to fill you now, fill you and keep you full and fuck the neediness out of you. 

“Ask and you shall receive.” There’s more rustling, and you wish you could see what he was doing and how he was looking at you but the headband remains in place to keep your vision obscured. 

The blunt tip of his cock coming to rest between your folds has your eyes closing behind the headband, your fingers digging into the soft soil beneath you as he presses forward and stretches you. There’s no time or consideration for adjustments, you’d wager that Kakashi’s patience has worn out given the situation, and you’re not complaining since this is what you needed.

“Just stay put,” he breathes into your ear, his hand taking yours and pressing it into the grass beside your head. He’s still moving his hips against yours even as he speaks, the heat and desperation radiating off of him in waves as he presses a kiss to your cheek before he gently bites at your jawline. “Stay put and let me take care of us, will you do that?”

You nod, your compliance earning you another kiss before he’s pulling out. Before you have the chance to complain, he’s turning you over and pulling your hips up so you’d be propped up on your knees in front of him before he’s pushing back into you. There was no gentleness, no careful consideration of the environment, this was Kakashi on a mission to get you both off and hopefully stop whatever had gotten you both so worked up. His hands grip your hips hard enough that you’re certain there would be ten little bruises decorating your skin later, and he muffles his own sounds of pleasure by biting into your shoulder, it hurts but in the best way possible as he fucks into you at a pace you could only describe as being brutal. There was no rhythm or thought to it, he needed to get off as badly as you did. 

“You feel so good, y’know that?” he breathes into your ear, every other word punctuated by a grunt that has you weaker than the one before. There’s a new heat burning inside you, this one you knew how to cope with, and you move your hand so that you could rub at your clit only to hand Kakashi grab your hand and press it back into the ground. “I said stay put and let me take care of you. You need to come?”

You nod, your head falling forward into the grass when his fingers make contact with your clit. At this point you think your body may be too sensitive, and that has you arching back into him at the feeling of the rough pads of his fingers against the nerve bundle.

“Stop running from me.”

“Sensitive,” is all you can gasp out, fingers digging into the grass once again as Kakashi chuckles in your ear. “Please, I’m so close Kakashi.”

This time you stay put when his fingers graze your clit, and you feel all coherent thoughts leave you as your body continues to rock with his as his fingers begin rubbing quick circles while his thrusts increase in pace. All that mattered was him and your approaching orgasm, anything else would have to wait until you could breathe normally again. A thrust punctuated by a pinch to your clit has your body going rigid beneath his, and he’s talking you through the orgasm until his own hips stutter and he also stills. 

An arm moves around your waist, bringing you with him when he moves to lay on his side. The headband is moved but you keep your eyes closed even though your back was to him, not wanting to chance seeing his face. Things felt a bit more clear, but now you weren’t sure where the source of the heat was coming from now - the unknown inhalant or the close proximity to Kakashi. The grass was helping, though, which told you it was likely Kakashi making you feel so warm.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, a bit,” you whisper, staying on your side while he lies on his back. “How come you were so functional? We were both exposed for the same amount of time?”

“My mask must have acted as a filter. I had it off to eat, though, which was likely where I got truly exposed.” You’re quiet after that, really trying to think about it but your critical thinking still wasn’t truly there. You’d give yourself a headache if you tried, you were sure, so you choose not to think about it for now. “Well I’m going to keep watch, you need your rest if we’re going to continue the mission.”

“What if it’s not fully out of our systems? Shouldn’t we go back to the village for treatment?” You’re sitting up now, still looking away since you weren’t sure if it was safe to look at him yet, but the cold air on your back does feel nice. 

“I think we’ve established that we’re pretty decent at dealing with the side effects, no need to delay by going back to the village if we can handle it ourselves.” That has you looking at him, not at all caring about whether he was masked or not. He didn’t truly mean he’d fuck you all the way to the Sand Village if that was necessary, did he? “I think that’s the fun part, don’t you?”

This man was going to be the death of you, you were certain of that.

#kakashi hatake/reader #kakashi hatake/you #kakashi hatake/f!reader #kakashi hatake smut #kakashi x reader #kakashi x reader smut #kakashi smut #kakashi x you #kakashi x f!reader #kakashi x y/n

[thesstandsforslut]

Untitled Anon Request

Leon Kennedy/fem!reader

Anon requested: If you're taking requests can you do a story where leon finds out that fem reader is in love with him? He finds out by over hearing Ashley, Luis and fem reader having a conversation. Of course Luis and Ashley are teasing fem reader about it the entire time. Can it end with fem reader and leon kissing and possibly making love?

You and Leon were sent on the mission to find Ashley together. I changed the horde fight in the house with Luis to just, not happen :) artistic liscence So the teasing happens then, everything else happens after the mission has ended.

(RE4r)Leon Kennedy/fem!Reader

Contains: NSFW, cunnilingus, idk this is pretty vanilla compared to what I normally write

Word Count: 2.5k+

Minors DNI

Leon S Kennedy had been tasked with finding the president's daughter, and you were assigned to go with him. The two of you hadn't worked together before but you already knew of him. Everyone knew he was one of the best, and you had been a little starstruck to find out he was who you'd be working with.

At first, you thought your embarrassment around him was simply admiration. He was really good at this job, pulling moves like breaking a guy's neck with a chain. Your throat had gone dry when watching that. When you heard Leon shouting at the man he had been chained with, you decided to chalk it up to the fascination of watching someone so impressive up close. But the man had clearly noticed something, shooting you a smirk as he tossed you the key and ran off.

You had continued to... admire Leon throughout the mission. You flushed every time he caught you looking but he always smiled so kindly at you. He was just being encouraging as your superior, you dismissed.

When the two of you finally found Ashley in the church, you had been hopeful that the mission would be over soon. All you had to do was get to where the helicopter would land which was, obviously, the opposite side of the village.

You had run through every area you'd already been through, trying to get to the site. After a brief stop at the merchant's shop, you could hear the ganados chasing behind you as the three of you crossed a bridge. There was a house up ahead, and the door flew open to Luis. As Leon pushed Ashley towards Luis, you turned to the bridge. It was only held up by ropes, and the infected people were still at the other side; You could probably cut it down before they reached you.

"Leon! The ropes!" You shouted to him, pulling out your knife to cut the left side. Leon followed suit, cutting the ropes on the right. One guy managed to launch himself towards you, knocking you down, but the rest fell with the bridge. With a quick stab to the throat, you pushed both your feet against his chest, and pushed him off the edge.

So now, here you are in this raggedy old house, with your mission partner, the president's daughter, and a suave stranger. Leon walks to the man with purpose. He pins him to the wall with a fist on his chest. You ignore the weird flutter in your chest. The man turns the focus to the 'missing señorita' who bristles and tells him her name. He then introduces himself as Luis. After another moment of Leon trying to intimidate Luis, you sigh.

"Leon, we have somewhere better to be than this dingy little house," you unsubtly remind him. He looks at you, releasing Luis with a slight push. Moving to the stairs, he tells you to keep an eye on him while he looks around for anything useful. With another sigh, and a roll of your neck, you start looking around downstairs too.

"Sooo, you and Leon..." Luis started. You looked over at him as you opened a drawer.

"What about me and Leon?" Confused at his meaning, you close the empty drawer and turn to another.

"You had a certain look in your eyes earlier," he clarifies.

"A look?" You ask with a humoured scoff. As you take some pesetas from the drawer, Ashley joins in.

"Like when he was storming to Luis before." Shutting the door a little harder than intended, you turn to look at her with indignation. With a giggle, she continued, "Your face was as red as it is now!"

You roll your eyes and turn your back, refusing to acknowledge the pair. They keep talking about you though, clearly finding amusement in your annoyance.

"You should've seen her when we were chained up earlier. He did some impressive moves. You could practically see the hearts in her eyes." Luis chuckles, and when you finally look at them again, Ashley draws a heart shape with her pointer fingers as she mouths 'hearts' at you. You narrow your eyes, opening your mouth to protest but then you stop short.

Leon was sitting on the stairs. The top few steps are sideways, and the ceiling hides most of his body from view, but you can see his boots through the gaps in the bannister. You snap your mouth shut, glare at Ashley and Luis, and move to the other side of the room.

A minute goes by in silence. Though Luis still has a shit-eating smile on his face, Ashley looks a little flustered herself. Leon finally comes back down the stairs. For a split second, he looks at you, bashful. It's quickly replaced with his usual stern look as he tells you all that you should get moving. Ashley grumbles a little, clearly hoping for more time to rest, but you were glad to move on and pretend this whole ordeal hadn't happened.

Everything would be fine once you got out of this god-forsaken village.

Everything was not fine after you got out of the god-forsaken village. If all you had been through wasn't bad enough, being infected, Luis and Krauser... Leon had been mostly silent the entire way home, until right at the end. He had turned to you as he left, saying,

"We need to talk."

So obviously, you were... worried. You know he'd heard Ashley and Luis' teasing, so you assume he wants to talk about the feelings you had only admitted were actually feelings on the ride back to America. He hadn't specified a time or place either, so you're just sitting here, curled up on your sofa, TV playing some random channel that you weren't paying any attention to, and you're just stewing in all your feelings. It was overwhelming.

You're not sure how long you sat staring blankly at whatever was in front of you, thoughts whirring wildly in your head, until you're bought back to the present by a knock on your door.

You open it to see a tired looking Leon, his hair hanging in front of his face and you just wanted to brush it back. The two of you hold eye contact for a moment before you take a deep breath and a step back, allowing him in.

"Is it..." Leon tries after you've both sat down on your sofa. "What they were saying, is- do you really... feel that way?" Your face warms up as you clear your throat.

"Well, I... Yeah," you respond, embarrassment and nervousness making your heart pound. He puts a hand on your face, turning you to look at him directly and, looking you dead in the eye, he says,

"Good."

Then swiftly, he kisses you timidly. It's short, only a few seconds but your eyebrows had already lifted in surprise by the time he starts to lean back. In a moment of bravery, you chase his lips with yours, smashing your mouths together. He lets out a soft sigh through his nose.

You both channel all the built up emotions from throughout the mission. All the frustration and sadness and desperation. You pant into each other's mouths, tongues swirling. His hand on your face moves into your hair. Both of yours are grasping at the sides of his shirt as his left hand is placed on your thigh, thumb brushing back and forth.

Eventually, he pulls back, latching his mouth onto your neck while you breathe heavily into his hair. His hand slides up your leg, pushing under the hem of the big sweater you're wearing. You close your eyes, wrapping one hand around his back as the other moves down, hooking your fingers behind his belt. He hums, kissing your jaw just below your ear.

"Bed?" He suggests, voice low and breathless. Not trusting your own voice, you just gently push him back, taking his hand to lead him to your bedroom.

Kicking the door shut behind him, Leon pulls you to him by your waist, kissing you deeply. Without breaking, you walk backwards to your bed. Leon pushes you carefully to sit on the edge and he kneels down in front of you. His hands hold your thighs, stopping you from moving as you went to shuffle back.

When he's sure you've stopped, he puts his right hand under your knee, pulling your leg up to hook it over his shoulder. He tips his head to the side, kissing your thigh as he leans down to push your sweater up, then presses his mouth to your lower belly.

You let out a soft sigh, and you can feel him smile against your skin. His fingers pull your panties down over your hips, his mouth following, kissing each new area of skin that's revealed. He ignores where you want his mouth the most in favour of moving down your thighs. When your panties reach your knees, he leaves them there, ducking his head under them to reach you again.

You gasp quietly as Leon kisses your mound, let out a shakey breath as he licks your folds. He keeps one hand on your thigh, holding your leg to the side. The other hand slides to your hip, grasps at the top of your thigh, and pulls your closer towards his face.

His tongue flicks your clit making you moan and wiggle against him. Finally, he closes his mouth around your little bundle of nerves and sucks. Your hips lift, trying to push yourself even closer to him. Small moans and panting breaths bubble out of your mouth endlessly and your hands clench your sheets.

His hand moves to join his mouth, a finger slowly pushing into you. You'd be embarrassed by the noise you made if you were thinking straight, but the only thing on your mind is the feeling of him eating you out as he gently preps you for more.

"Leon..." You breathe out. "Hmm... So close- please..." He chuckles quietly, and it vibrates through you. You look down only to see that he was already looking at you, and when your eyes lock, he hums and sucks even harder.

The coil that you'd felt twisting and tightening as his tongue worked magic, suddenly released. Your head drops back, mouth wide as loud moans and gasps escape you. Your legs try to shut, squeezing Leon against you as your hips twitch. You can feel him grinning as his tongue gently guides you through it until you're left panting and shaking, legs dropping off his shoulders when you relax.

Leon peppers kisses up your stomach, pushing your sweater higher and higher up your body. He reaches your chest, mouthing at the skin between your breasts, then travelling over to your nipple, twirling his tongue around it. You whine, burying a hand in his soft hair, and wiggle your legs so your panties fall from your ankles to the floor.

He pulls back a little to look at you, hands holding your sides, thumbs rubbing your breasts. Your face flushes seeing your wetness had dripped down his lower face and his neck. Fuck, he looked so good.

He bent down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Your legs wrap around his waist, pushing his crotch against you. He's hard, cock pressing the rough fabric of his pants into your cunt and you gasp, so sensitive it hurts.

"Ready?" Leon asks, hissing when his clothed cock bumps into you again. You nod with a hum, hands reaching to grab his belt but your shakey hands fumble the buckle. He chuckles, standing up straight between your spread legs.

"Move up, " he instructs, pulling his shirt up and over his head. You all but drool at the sight of him, shuffling further up your bed until your head touches your pillows. You can't tell if Leon's teasing you or if you're just very impatient, but it takes him entirely too long to be rid of his pants.

You lean up slightly, resting on one elbow as you softly fondle your breast with the other hand, watching him. When he finally pushes his thumbs under his boxers to remove them, you bite your lip, eyes unwavering from the tent in the fabric. Smirking at you tormentingly, he pulls them down so slowly.

You huff, tipping you're head to one side while you pout. When they're finally low enough, his prick springs up, bouncing from momentum. You rub your thighs together, playing with your nipple as you watch him take hold of his cock, squeezing the head.

"Like what you see?" He teases and you just nod mindlessly. Placing a hand on your leg, Leon moves to kneel between your legs. He puts his arms under your back, pulling you up into a sitting position. "Want you to ride me, baby," he mutters into your neck, pressing little kisses to your throat and collarbone. His hands pull your legs to either side of his so you're sitting on his lap, squashing his length against your folds.

You grind your hips down on him, causing both of you to moan. Taking him tenderly in your hand, you guide his cock to your entrance. Slowly, you sink down on him. His hands hold onto your hips, fingers trembling. When he's as deep in you as possible, your head falls forward, resting on his shoulder. Both of you stay still for a moment, catching your breath.

"C'mon darlin'," he says, tapping your ass lightly. You lift yourself with unstable legs, and when you've pulled off his full length, Leon grabs your hips and pulls you back down. You moan into his shoulder, pressing your open mouth to his skin.

His strong hands help lift you up and down. Your legs tremble more and more with every raise and you struggle to keep yourself upright. So you wrap your arms tightly around his back, nails digging in like anchors.

Leon starts thrusting up to meet you and your legs give out. You're moaning and babbling against his shoulder as you bounce on his cock from the force of his thrusting. He moves one hand from your hip to your back, holding you close to him, and he's panting in your ear, whispering sweet praises.

"Feels so good," he says breathily. "So soft and warm and-" he cuts himself off with a moan. You squeeze around him, clawing your nails on his back. You need him closer. You wrap your legs around his waist and press your teeth into his shoulder, now wet with your saliva, as you rock your hips.

When your climax finally hits, it's explosive. You throw your head back as your back arches, pressing against him ever closer. You can't even hear the scream that tears from your throat over the ringing in your ears. Your whole body quivers.

Leon kisses your neck, his thrusting staggering as he nears his own completion. As you slowly come down from the high, your body thrumming and tingling, you tangle a hand weakly in his hair. His hands grab at your body with the same desperation as yours had his. You whine with overstimulation, slumping your body against his, trying to coax him to completion by rolling your hips.

With a garbled moan, Leon finishes, hands push you down on him as deep as he can go. His warm cum floods you in bursts. You keep rocking until he's emptied himself in you, until he's grumbling from stimulation and his hands hold you still, forcing you to stop.

He pulls you both down, flopping on your sides, still wrapped around each other. You whine sadly when his softened cock slips out of you, making his eyes crinkle as he laughs quietly. He stretched over you to grab a blanket and lay it over your naked bodies. You were both curled up, legs tangled, arms clinging to each other tightly.

Leon stroked his hand up and down your back. You tucked your head under him, sighing contently as the pair of you drifted off to sleep.

#i've looked at words for so long #i can no longer read #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy fanfic #x reader #resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4 #luis serra #ashley graham

[babyyweebbitch]

Pregnant S/O trying to grab something from the floor

i thought this would be cute. i didn’t know who else to write for 🧍🏾‍♀️

content warning : female reader , pregnancy ,

Jill Valentine

during your entire pregnancy Jill barely let you lift a finger — you both moved mid pregnancy and she had Chris help move so you didn’t have to carry anything. now you’re in your 8th almost 9th month and recently doing stuff has been pretty challenging. like getting your shoes on, walking around because your feet and back have been sore as hell.

you were in your bedroom folding clothes even though Jill told you not to and she could do it once she was done moving stuff in the baby’s nursery you both did. you had dropped your underwear on the floor and you cursed to yourself as you tried to lean down to get it. you were in pretty awkward positions while trying to bend down. you tried the famous hand on the back squat… didn’t work. tried bending down normally, belly was in the way and stopped you. you tried millions of positions before Jill walked in and panicked

“baby?! what are you doing?!” she went over and stopped you from trying again. you stood up straight and jill took note of the piece of clothing on the floor. she picked it up and placed it back in the laundry basket before helping you to sit somewhere

“i almost had it honey…”

“i’m sure but still — why didn’t you ask me? and why are you folding the clothes?” she asked, rubbing the top of your head as you caught your breath

“i got bored” you looked up at her and smiled, she smiled back

“well… i’m glad you started but i said i would do it…”

“i feel bad that you’re doing everything… i can do some things too yaknow — i’m not completely useless”

jill kneeled down and placed her hands on your knees and looked at you “babe… you’re not useless — i’m just worried you’ll hurt yourself, you’re almost nine months pregnant. and stress on your body right now isn’t good at all. bending down puts alot of stress on your back especially because the baby is so big already”

“i know…. i still feel bad”

“look , we both can fold the clothes. you can sit on the bed, put some music on and we can finish what you started!” she suggested, you thought for a second before you nodded and she helped you on the bed. you both started folding the rest of the laundry together and talking about her work. jill thinks of you as fragile glass and will do anything to reduce any stress on you or the baby. you two are way too important to her..

Chris Redfield

you’re currently 7 months pregnant and your baby bump was big… during one of your doctors visits you were convinced you were having twins… but the doctor told you it was just one baby… one very large baby. she explained that it was because of Chris’ genes and his size that the baby is so big. she told you not to be surprised if the baby comes out 10-11 pounds.. and as your belly grew the harder it got to do tasks.

while you were cooking dinner chris was in the garage working out like he normally does. he had no idea you started dinner until the smell of food cooking entered the garage. he placed the weight down and made his way towards the kitchen you were in (the house you live in has two kitchens so he had to find which one)

while you were stirring something you had bumped the bowl with your hand it the spoon fell onto the floor. Chris heard the metal hit the floor and you sigh right after and he practically jogged to the kitchen, he saw you try and bend down but he quickly stopped you and picked up the spoon

“babe..” you said, standing back up as you watched chris get you a new spoon to stir with

“don’t bend down… it’s not good for your back”

“chris, i’ll be fine”

“says the lady after her back breaks from bending down while pregnant with a 10 pound baby” he said, handing you the spoon. you shook your head and took it from him. you silently laughed to yourself and chris stood behind you, hands on your hips and chin on the top of your head

“and the lady’s neck breaks from a 230+ man leaning his head on hers” you said, chris laughed and kissed your cheek

“why don’t you let me do this?”

“letting Chris Redfield cook? a redfield?”

“you’re married to this redfield”

“i know” you pretended to sound disappointed and chris gasped dramatically. that caused you to laugh and you playfully butt bumped him away

“that was so rude!” he joked

“i try to be”

“stop trying to bend over by the way”

“never”

#resident evil #resident evil 3 #resident evil 5 #resident evil 6 #resident evil 7 #resident evil village #resident evil vendetta #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine #jill valentine x female reader #chris redfield #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x female reader