#Captains Quarters [OOC]

[n4kama]

Was I planning on doing Sinday today?

Yes

Did I manage it?

Not really

Did I manage the jigsaw?

Nope!

Instead I ended up sat at the table searching through a box of about seven lego sets just for specific pieces from one set because my mother is lending my old lego sets to a patient she helps look after in work.

Now my back hurts, my cramps are playing up and I am exhausted, but was still determined to reblog memes for today that I can get too tomorrow lol

[the-alphonze]

I don’t think barely any one remembers but Crab is still on the ship. When I wasn’t a ship I’d give it small pieces of fish so it didn’t starve to death and sometimes it would sit under my hat

I love the cap’ns but they need to take better care of the animals they bring on the ship

[berylcluster]

tag dump. part un.

[fanaticsnail]

Will You Let Me?

Masterlist Here, Pollen Masterlist Here

Word count: 4,500+

Synopsis: Your crew was docked at a port, exploring a new land while you requested to remain behind. Enjoying being without the unruly bunch, your momentary calm was disrupted by the staggering step of your superior. Coughs, grunts and stuttering over his words: your concern grew more severe as you offered to help him through it.

Themes: pollen!killer x gn!reader, NSFW, mdni, 18+, smut, penetration reader!receiving, swearing, dubcon, begging, pleading, apologising, bruising, crying, rough, do not read if you do not enjoy the trope, fluff at the end, semi-ooc.

Notes: first time writing gn!reader smut! I enjoyed the challenge, but forgive me if there's a word that is used incorrectly! I am still learning inclusive language.

Pollen is a fun trope to play with, but please do not read if you don't enjoy.

Apprehensive Tag List: @sordidmusings @remisloves @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @since-im-already-here @mfreedomstuff @icy-spicy

The hot sun shone over the wooden deck of the Victoria Punk. The soft waves gently rocked the boat with a subtle lull, the screech of gulls only aiding your heart to swell in merry solitude.

It was a rare occasion that you were tasked to remain behind while the crew explored a foreign area. Your skills as a linguistics specialist usually meant your silver tongue was called for to coax a good deal, or to decipher scratchings on cave walls. Considering this area was only a port meant for resupply, Captain Kid deemed your skills unnecessary for the journey in land.

Never one to complain, and genuinely giddy at the notion of being secluded and alone for a change, you jumped at the opportunity to stay with the Victoria Punk. You adored your ship, and decided to utilise the opportunity to check over her planks, ropes, and panels that may be in need for repair.

As the day went on, you did not expect a member of your crew to return so suddenly: especially the hulking masked figure of Massacre Soldier Killer. Being the first-mate, he was usually by Kid's side, no matter the circumstances.

Coughing, sneezing and sputtering: Killer’s right hand shot out to grasp your left shoulder. The firmness of his grip was bordering on painful, prompting you to wince in response to the hard strangulation of flesh.

“Something gross hit me in the face,” he strained from behind the teal and ivory mask, “Stuck in my chest and my throat. Not feeling good. Gotta-... fuck-... I gotta lie down or something.”

Concern and worry knit itself over your face, examining the staggering movement of Killer’s body as he retreated below deck. He stuttered and gripped onto the wooden beams, walls and ceiling to stabilize his movement: his body almost giving way beneath the pressure.

“Kil, do you need-,” you began, halting as his voice raised over the top of yours.

“-‘M fine. D-Don’t worry, ‘kay?” he called over his shoulder before disappearing below deck. His large figure seemed to both be inflated and deflated with a foreign paralysis in his choppy, staggered steps. The waves did nothing to sooth him in his glide throughout the halls.

As soon as he reached crew-quarters, he all but shredded his clothes and cast them away from his body. His skin was alite with violent lust, his hands moving against his will to fist, claw and paw at the erogenous zones of his torso, stomach, legs, and his puckered nipples.

He arched his back as his hands gripped the base of his already steel-like cock, immediately pumping it in his right fist. His left hand clawed at the flesh of his chest and lay flat over his heart as he felt the rise in fluttered rapidity.

Scraping and gripping downwards with his left hand, he pushed hard on the base of his stomach, feeling how tightly wound the banded coil was wound in the pit of his stomach: bound hard enough to snap. Every muscle was tense, firm and aching for relief. He began sniffling and sobbing behind his mask, never truly experiencing the shame in the desperation his body was craving before.

He was the only one who managed to not avoid the hessian bag of powdered flowers falling from the rooftop of the naturopathic remedy building. Apologetic calls echoed down from the roof before panic began to rise in the workers. Killer could scarcely process voices above the throbbing ache in his lower abdomen.

Barely hearing several repetitions of Kid’s voice calling: “Killer, are you alright? Kil, are you alright?” All Killer could do was splutter and cough through the burning in his chest.

Golden flecks danced over his eyes beneath the mask, the pollen sucked immediately through the holes and embedded several clusters within the circular orifices. No matter how many times he wiped at the mask with his hands, he continued to inhale the sticky-sweet smell of herbal flowers within deep gulps of his lungs.

“Get him back home!” a hushed voice hurriedly spat at Captain Kid, “He needs a companion, someone to take care of him while he's going through this. Someone caring and kind enough to-.”

“-Don't tell me what to do! Kil, you know the way back to the ship from here?” Kid’s voice barked at Killer, prompting the blonde to spark a moment of clarity in his progressingly foggy mind, “The linguist is back there. They'll take care of ya’ if ya’ need it, okay?”

“Okay,” Killer managed to stutter out, his body scorching hot and violently in need.

“Okay!” Kid parrotted back, looking at the shopkeeper, “Okay, great. Now that's settled, we need a couple things from you. Let's get that sorted before-."

As Killer continued fisting at his cock, he felt release on the tip of his tongue. His eyes were scrunched tightly shut and his lips were parted wide. Unbeknownst to him, each time he panted through his heavy inhales and exhales; more of the toxic pollen punctured his lungs and poisoned his bloodstream with arousal.

He was consumed with lust, a beast untamed and unbridled. There was no release for him, no relief that came thereafter. He was isolated, confused, scared and manic. He needed something, someone, anyone-.

“-No,” Killer spoke aloud in a strangled whisper, “Not anyone. I need the linguist. I n-need-... fuck-... I need my linguist. Where i-is my linguist?”

Continuing about your task of ensuring all of the ropes were properly coiled and laid, your heart began to pang with guilt. You decided to cast aside all further self-induced tasks and seek out the first-mate you serve beside, attempting to offer him comfort through his illness. He seemed so adamant about isolation, but you felt called to be by his side.

Venturing below deck, his painful strain of wanton moans called to you. Muffled groans of pain exhumed from the room, cries of anguish falling through the door. Your deepest sympathies clawed at you to push through the door. Your hand hesitated it's rise against the wooden panel, your body almost walking away before you heard a gentle and heartfelt cry of your name falling from Killers lips.

“I-If you're there,” Killer’s voice again called for you, “Please come in. Please,” he chanted your name with a soft, strangled moan, “Please. I need you.”

Immediately, your body moved against your will. Twisting the knob to crew quarters, you swung the door wide and was immediately met with the sight of your first mate: glistening in beads of sweat and shed of all but his teal and ivory face covering, and viciously pulling at his cock.

“Killer! Why did you tell me to come in if you were doing that?” you shouted in a harsh whisper, immediately slamming the door shut behind you and scrunching your eyes tightly shut, “I don't want to watch that!”

Thick silence aside from the cruel pistoning of his firm hand slapping against his lower stimach engulfed the air. Soft huffs of muffled pants escaped gritted teeth, Killer's mask doing the heavy lifting in silencing his cries for you.

“I don't want you to watch,” Killer confessed in a soft, breathy whine, “Please don't watch,” he keened for you, “Participate.”

“Killer!” you shot over your shoulder at him with a warning tone, “What are you-?”

“-I would never a-ask if I didn't-...” He trained off in a strangled whimper, desperately clenching down on his tongue with his teeth and biting back his needy sobs, “...I-I need you. I need you. Only you.”

“Kil,” you sighed at him, your concern written over you'd face, “Have you taken something? Was it the gross thing from earlier? Did that have an effect on you? Like a drug-?”

“-Look at me,” a barked command exited the holes in the mask, “Please, look at me,” he pleaded, gasping as he grasped at his cock, fisting the flesh and whimpering as he was brought to the brink of ecstacy once again, “Just look at me, please. I just need your eyes on me. Eyes on me.”

“Killer,” you whimpered, finally turning to face him. As soon as your eyes met with the icy stare beneath his mask, you were entranced. Your body propelled you against forward, called to serve the needs of the first mate in a hypnotic trance.

“I need you,” he sobbed, reaching for you with his left hand as his right continued beating his weeping cock, “Only you. Please, let me have you?”

Your body continued reacting against your will, your brain becoming foggy as Killer’s lust thickened the air with all-consuming need. Shame coursed just as heavily throughout your body as the arousal at just the thought of taking Killer’s cock into you began coursing through your veins.

“Please,” he whined, his eyes holding your own as you stripped yourself of your clothes, “Please,” his lips spilt as you straddled his lap, “Please,” as you immediately began sinking yourself down over the tip of his knob.

His precum did little to prepare you your your descent, focussing on your wanton need to have him within you to open your body up to receive him. Killer moaned your name, crying out with baited breath as you slowly consumed all of his length with the grip of your tight hole.

As soon as he felt your heat take his entire length, he was already a babbling mess. There was no strings of cohesive thought as his length became strangled within your tight center. He immediately began shooting your body full of ropes of thick release, ribbon after ribbon of his pale translucent ecstasy.

He cried out for you in warning before painting your walls white with his sticky cum. The pearly beads of his lust coated your tight hole immediately, strings of praise falling from his lips as he rode through his high with you fully impaled on his thick cock.

But he remained firm, hard and desperate for more.

“Wha-...” he began, his understanding of his own arousal and relief not aiding him in the slightest as he thrust up into you. He moaned as he sheathed his lengthy shaft deep within you again, your own arousal now taking over as you started to roll your hips against him while sat fully engulfed by him.

“Killer, what's going on?” you questioned him, your confusion and worry knit on your face, “You're s-still hard.”

“I-I am,” he confirmed, a soft mewl of bliss echoed beneath his mask as he rolled his hips up into you, “What’s happening to me?”

His hands found your hips, rocking you above him as he began feeling another wave of need course through his veins. As his hands embedded into your hips, you winced at the sting. His strength depicted in his grasp, gripping you like a lifeline anchoring himself to the world surrounding him.

He tried.

He tried so hard to be gentle.

He wanted to be gentle for you. Needed to be gentle for you.

But his grip turned sinister, turned brutal and unforgiving as he thrust up into you. His end was coming to a close as he chased it with you writhing and pleading on his lap. His desperation enticed him to continue bullying your tight center with vicious snaps of his bruising slaps.

“Kil,” you called for him, feeling his cock touch a depth within you that had your back arching and mewling for him, “Oh, Kil. I'm close.”

“Please,” he begged, desperately thrusting up into your lap as his end stampeded before his eyes, “Please cum. Please. N-Need it.”

“Killer,” you called for him, feeling the band weave ever tighter within your abdomen, spiraling and coiling within the pit of your stomach, “Kil I'm gonna-.”

“-Oh, fuck!” he roared, his body immediately betraying him as he coated your insides with ropes of hot, sticky, and heavy cum for the second time. His balls sucked up inside his body, his entire being screaming in relief as his release was once again began satisfying his unbridled lust for you.

But his cock still remained firm.

Your eyes clenched firmly shut, the corners wincing at the slight pinch as the coil snapped deep within you. White-hot ecstacy coursed through your veins, your body releasing your bliss over yours, and Killers, bodies as you rode through your high seated on his lap.

His hands were firm, rocking you atop him with a guiding, harsh rhythm as you called his name. Your whole being was alight with passion, your eyes now opening and looking down at the man beneath you.

Killer didn't realize it until he felt his eyes roll back in his skull, his body immediately ushered into a third orgasm as your body milked him with the rhythmic thumps of your warm orgasm. But he still remained firm, hard and needy. He inhaled a deep, shaky breath: particles of pollen immediately spiraling in a cylindrical vacuum deep into his lungs.

“I c-can’t,” Killer called for you, immediately grappling you in his arms. He threw you beneath him, his vice-grip clawing at your hips as he pummeled down into your body, “I can't stop, I can't stop, I can't stop.”

You bit back a whimper, your body barely recovering from the prior spend of your hot release. Overstimulated, ill-prepared and encumbered with your new task at hand: Massacre Soldier Killer never let up. Not even for a moment.

In fact, he only got more intense, ferocious and brutal the moment your body began to milk his cock.

“P-Please know I'm sorry,” he choked out a strangled whimper. His fingers ached with the intensity he was gripping onto you with, leaving punctures of purple intents over your hip bones due to the butality he was burrowing into you.

“O-Oh fuck,” you sucked in your bottom lip, biting down hard as the corners of your eyes began pricking with tears, “It's okay, it's okay. I know. I can t-take it.”

You spoke through those words of confirmation, truly attempting to convince yourself of the ability to endure this rough treatment for as long as Killer needed to use your body for. Rough slaps of his hips smacked against your body, his veiny cock scraping itself through your body as his knob hit angles you didn't realize you could experience. It would equate to bliss if his grip wasn't so intense.

Excruciating agony and white-hot ecstacy were in a perfect marriage within your body beneath the hulking form of Massacre Soldier Killer. The harmonious entanglement driven further by the grunts, growls, roars from the man above you, only for them to turn into begging whimpers and pleas for you to endure just a moment longer.

“I kn-know this isn't-... f-fucking nnghm-... this isn't g-good for you,” his breathy whisper cut through his growls like a pick through ice, “I can't stop. I can't fucking stop.”

“It's okay, Kil. I p-promise it's okay,” you grit your teeth as his grip intensified on your hips, "You're good. You're b-being so good." His rhythm was unforgiving, the pace and rate his body rut into you was tormenting, brutal and punishing.

This was not the first-mate you knew. The beast in his stead was as violent as Killer was in battle, ripping bones and slashing through flesh. This was not at all what you anticipated from aiding Killer through this feat of lust.

His desperation was abhorrent, something he was repulsed by. He never dreamed of joining his body with yours in this strenuous and savage manner. He wanted to be kind, always kind, only ever kind, should you grant him the access to you he so desperately longed for from afar.

Softly spoken, dutiful and almost loving. That's who you knew him to be, and that's who he wanted to be for you. Your friend, your comrade in arms, your senior serving crewmate who you trusted to have your back.

How would you ever trust him again after this? How could he ever trust himself? That push and pull of chasing his relief with you caged beneath him coincided with the tug of his heart and the fog of his mind. He wants you to trust him after this. He wants you to look him in the eye and tell him you still want him. He needed that from you; the confirmation this was not only simply for now, but something he could have once again.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,” he sobbed into your neck, the cool surface of his mask grounded you. Huffs of his breath poked through the holes in his mask, his icy-blue eyes were scrunched tightly shut while his body remained alight like a beacon in darkness.

He had already reached his climax three times, shooting burst after burst of his sticky cum deep within you. Although relief was found immediately afterwards, his cock continued to remain stiff as the steel of a blade in a snow storm.

He just couldn't stop. Why couldn't he stop?

“Kil, I-I think you n-need-... ahh,” you mewled as he moved his hands up to your waist, his broad fingers splayed out to perch like a bird of prey against your skin. He rammed his full length in and out, your stomach beginning to ache with the bulge protruding deep within your abdomen.

“N-Need you,” he groaned in your ear, his hips stapling you against the floor with each cruel slap, “Need to keep going. Almost th-there again.”

“I know, Kil. I know,” you soothed his hair in your hands, trails of wet tears streaked your cheeks with how much sensations your body was taking, “Take what you need, I'm here.”

“I’m gonna-... I'm gonna- f-fuck. I'm gonna cum again,” he groaned deep within his mask, his voice picking up at the end in a small shuddery whimper, “Oh fuck, oh fuck. I'm cumming.”

Your head rolled back, eyes wide as you felt him empty himself within you for a fourth time. The sticky splashback of his hot cum trickled out of your needy hole, his cock buried up to the hilt with his spend leaking over his pubic hair and thighs. He huffed against your shoulder, his mask almost becoming loose over his face as he recovered.

“Good boy,” you cooed at him, pressing a soft kiss onto his bare shoulder as he shuddered and shook through his fourth spurt of ecstacy, “Good boy, Kil. Get it all out.” His cock twitched at your title bestowment, the hardness of his steely cock refusing to deflate no matter the amount of release he pumped into you.

“I-It’s not going down,” he whimpered into you, his hips beginning to roll against yours once more, “It's not going down. I don't know what to do,” his sobs began to shake at his shoulders.

“It's okay,” you winced out, feeling the heat of release exiting from your overspent body with ooze of fluid, “I-I think you need to take your mask off.”

“Wh-What?” he gasped at you, his hands continuing to hold you firmly against the mattress of his bed, “The mask off?”

“Some-... fuck, Kil-... something hit you in the face, ri-right?” your voice was several notes higher than your usual cadence, crying beneath him as he pummeled into you, “Might be still in your mask. Take it off. I'll close my eyes, I'll not tell a soul,” you winced, clamping your eyes tightly shut, “I'll be good. I'll tell no-one.”

Killer immediately halted his thrusting, his body in momentary stasis as your words reached him. His body screamed at him to keep going, to keep pummeling into you, to keep chasing his high that was just within reach. But he stopped, his cock sheathed deep within you.

“Look at me,” he purred down at you, his hands still firm on your waist. His grip grasped you tighter, misbehaving beneath Killer's pleading to hold you more gently.

Unclenching your scrunched eyes, you gazed up at him as his hands left your body and unclasped the mask from shrouding his face. Icy blue eyes, as pale as the sky and as deep as the ocean pierced you as his gaze met with yours. Your breath was stolen from within your lungs, choking back on your surprise at his appearance.

Massacre Soldier Killer was beautiful.

“Look up at m-me,” he stammered, his hips rolling against yours as his cock burrowed deep within your body, “Look at me. I n-need you to see me. I need you to see how desperately I need you.”

His eyelashes fluttered, his eyelids growing heavy as his rhythmic thrusts began to pick up their intensity. Your eyes never left his for a moment: not to look at his lips, not his beard, nor his angular cheekbones, nor his nose. His eyes were what captivated you most, holding you hostage as their glassy hue glazed over to chase his high within you.

“Y-You were right,” he huffed between thrusts, “My lungs aren't burning, and I-I think this is it. Th-This one is it.” His pace was excruciating, but the satisfaction you were beginning to feel build itself within you screamed at you to let him continue using you.

“You can do it, Kil,” you rolled your hips to match his pace, staring up through half-hooded lashes into his eyes, “Use me. Take me, I'm yours.”

“You're mine,” he moaned his growling voice down at you, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against your neck, “Perfect for me. Made for me.” His cock twitched deep within you, your body reacting to his needy chase and toppling over with his final release.

“F-Fuck, Kil!” you cried, your body beginning to throb, your thumps of bliss coaxing Killers balls to empty deep within, “I-I’m-... I’m cumming. Killer, I'm cumming!”

“Cum with me, cum with m-me,” he begged, his pace picking up as his cock finally began weeping it's spend for the fifth time deep within you, “With me. F-Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Pants of breath, fluttering of elevated heartbeats and joint cries of bliss ricocheted off the wooden walls of the crew-quarters of the Victoria Punk. Killer's mask lay discarded beside the door, lulling in the subtle rock of the waves over the floorboards as you both fell away from your mutual highs.

Killer moved his head away from your shoulder, gazing down to where your bodies remained joined together in awe. His lips were agape, his eyelashes fluttering as he pulled himself away from you. Watching the floodgates open from your abused entrance, your mutual juices coating both of your stomachs, thighs and soaking the mattress beneath you.

Killer looked to your hips, his lips parting and eyes becoming teary as he noticed the damage showcased on your body.

Marks littered your skin, deep hues of purple branded your flesh, depicting Killer's unrestrained lust and need for you. His bliss was eclipsed by deep sorrow as his fingers gently caressed the elevated indents in your skin. Sensing his unease, you immediately flung your hands up and collected his cheeks in your palms.

“I can handle it,” your eyes searched his, looking between his deep, blue orbs with your eyes only depicting support and affection, “I wouldn't have let you do it if I couldn't handle it.”

Killer turned his head, his lips meeting your palm with his whiskered chin tickling your flesh. This small moment of affection felt more sacred, more secret, and more intimate than the emassment of bodily fluids you shared moments prior.

“I shouldn't have been so rough with you,” he scolded himself, “I will never be rough with you again.” His fingertips caressed your hips, soothing over your aching flesh and wordlessly apologizing with deep, intentional touches.

“Are you feeling okay, Kil?” you asked him, lazily cocking your head to the side, “Don't need to go again?”

“Fuck, no,” he huffed through a small, squeak of laughter, “Not right now, at least.”

Smiling up at him, you propped yourself up on your elbows and gazed deeply into his eyes. You couldn't get enough of the luxury it was to gawk at the handsome man who just spent himself within you five times in consecutive succession.

He truly was beautiful.

“Does that mean you want to do this again?” you asked him while attempting to not show how eager you were. You began taking your time to examine his muscular physique before snapping your eyes back up to his blue orbs. A red hue tinted his cheeks, his eyes darting around the room before rejoining your own.

“I would like to, yes,” Killer admitted at last, sucking in a breath as he anticipated your refusal. Your smile spread up your face, prompting you to immediately spring yourself up to meet his body with your own.

“Crew’s still out for a while,” you shrugged, looking around the crew-quarters you had both tainted with the stains of your aroused fluids, “We should clean this up,” you drew your eyes up to meet his, coy and bashful, “And maybe we could have a bath together-?”

“-Please,” he spoke over you, far too quickly for his liking but too lost to hold back the floodgates of emotional excitement, “Let me bathe with you. I'll wash your hair, massage your body. I'll make sure you're so, so spoiled after all this, if you'll let me?”

A small squeal of joy found its way to your lips, buzzing at the notion that he not only wants to be with you again physically, but he desired to treat you to the luxury of continuing to gawk at his uncovered face further by bathing with you.

“Will you let me?” Killer asked, his voice still holding that eager anticipation that caused you to both melt and soar in unison. You eagerly nodded, prompting Killer to hook his arms beneath you and elevate you into his chest.

Your fingers quickly drew themselves up to his lengthy blonde hair, detangling the sweat-damp strands and toying with the soft curls framing his face. You hummed in contentment as his smile freed itself on his face, glancing at you as you continued enjoying his luscious, thick locks.

“Let's go then,” he cooed down at you, his lips finding your forehead as he cradled you against him, “Let me spoil you for being so good to me. I need to treat you right.”

“Don't forget your mask!” you quickly uttered, causing him to pause and search your face for clarification. You smiled at him, gently reaching your lips up to press against his cheek, “Gotta clean the damn thing, unless you want to experience all that again?”

“Good point,” he huffed, using his feet to kick along his mask to the bathroom as he chaperoned you within his arms, “I prefer my own desire to come from me,” he confessed as soon as he reached the door, “And I want to show you how much I truly do desire you.”

“I can't wait,” you smiled in return, wincing as your body’s adrenaline seeped out of your body and the pain caught up to you.

“I promise I'll be gentle with you,” he confessed, his eyes innocent and brows triangulating in a peak in the center of his forehead, “I won't be rough.”

“I can take a bit of rough treatment,” you challenged him in return, smiling into his bare chest as he began to run the bath.

“I know you can,” he smiled down at you, pressing a small kiss against your temple, “But you don't have to, unless you really want to.”

[akutasoda]

wild women don't get the blues

synopsis - upon her status they cant help but feel that they can't afford to show true emotion, you want to help them

includes - beidou, shinobu, ei, navia

warnings - gn!reader(but written with fem in mind), angst to comfort, crying, bottling emotions, navia may be ooc, scratch that most might be ooc, potential spoilers for 4.0 archon quest?, wc - 1.9k

a/n: gotta love mitski. started writing this at like 2 in the the morning, couldn't get rid of the idea haha

beidou ★↷

throughout her life she had faced much hardship. this only increased as she took up her interest in becoming a pirate, but she had learnt to not care as much. but sometimes it would still get to her. so she had decided that she would learn not to care about what people thought of her, she wanted to do this and she wouldn't let people bring her down.

this meant that even after finding her people that respected her, she would not let anyone see the more vulnerable side to her. she would not let her emotions get the best of her. she had worked so hard to build up her reputation and earn the respect she now held that letting people see her sadness specifically would bring nothing but issues.

after a while, one of the only times she would express her real feelings was asking you out. you two had been very close for a while and she had found herself falling for you more and more every time she saw you. it was a rare moment of weakness for the captain but she trusted that even if you rejected her wouldn't exploit that weakness.

and after a while of dating you had noticed the facade she hid behind infront of her crew and other people. you could kind of understand why but it did upset you, you were part of few that have seen the real side to beidou and you cherised it and wanted her just to be herself all the time. but you knew the subject was most likely touchy so you wouldn't push until she was ready to talk about it.

however that opportunity came quicker than you thought. the crux was celebrating, what you didn't know but you joined in none the less, and you knew your girlfriend could be quite the heavy drinker in these situations. it was later in the night when you noticed she would probably have to stop now. so with much resistance for the captain, you dragged her back to her quarter after bidding fairwell to the crew.

even in her drunken stuper she couldn't help but gaze at you in fondness as you helped her get ready to go to bed. you were the person she trusted the most, and the person she cherished the most. and as you offered her a glass of water to try and lessen the pain for the morning, you panicked when small tears rolled down her face. you had never seen her cry before but she quickly realised in her drunken state and began trying to wipe them away. she didn't know why she was crying.

you placed the water to the side before gently grasping her hands in yours and placing a kiss to her forehead. you smiled and told her it was okay to cry, it was normal and it was healthy. this made her cry more, not sadness however but a weird feeling of fondness. maybe she could afford to let her guard down around you she thought as she took you into her embrace.

kuki shinobu ★↷

raiden shogun ★↷

during her childhood she had learnt that alot of things were defined without explanation. especially when she was sent to the grand shine as an understudy. during that time she had learnt quite well that she would have to have very little emotions to get by.

to get by she would have to not rely on anyone and do things for herself. being told day in day out when to act a certain way, how not to act and so on. by the time she had returned she felt that it had done more bad than the good it was meant to do.

for the most part of her life from that point she didn't give emotions a thought. they took up space and while she still felt some she never let it show. giving off the cold vibe she carried herself with. however two things could change this - the aratakki gang and more importantly you.

despite her being with the aratakki gang longer, she felt closer to you. the most you had seen of her true emotions wasn't even her emotions, just her without her physical mask. but as much as you wanted her to express herself a bit more, you didn't mind that much. you had fallen for her as she was but you were sure that if she ever showed you her actual self you would still love her just as much.

the first time you had ever seen her actual emotions was a surprise for both of you. the gang had gotten into a bit too much trouble and as their deputy she ended up bailing them out of whatever trouble they had gotten onto, she does love them as a family but she wished sometimes she didn't have to keep doing so.

she had come back to you feeling quite annoyed and tired. and all you wanted to do was help her destress and calm down if even the smallest amount. you had done this before but each time she couldn't help but look upon you in awe. she was so used to caring for others around her and not caring about how she felt but you had always looked after her. and before she knew it she started crying. it was Indeed a shock to both of you but you both also knew why it had happened.

immediately going to her, you embraced her in your arms and told her to let it out. she deserved everything and that included being able to express herself properly.

the raiden family were practically all puppets. all designed to continue the rule over inazuma as the archon's. therefore it was practically unnecessary for emotions to be present in any of them. ei was no exception. the last time she remembers having any emotion was during the mourning of her sister and friends. since then she found emotions pitiful and nothing but a waste of space.

meaning that as her rule as the current archon she was known to be ruthless or quite cold-hearted. but she paid no mind. it was what she had decided was best for her and eternity and nothing would change her mind.

the first sign of emotions seeping through her facade was when she was around you. she hadn't understood why? you were just someone she seemed to find the presence of comforting and tolerable to be around and it wasn't until someone had pointed out to her (miko) what it truly was.

this feeling only increased tenfold when you two became lovers. she couldn't quite understand it all to well but she did know that she cared for you, loved you. but deep down she didn't want to seem weak to you still and kept up the facade even when you could see right through it. it pained you slightly, you could see all the harboured emotions she held. it wasn't right, she shouldn't have to feel that way. so what better thing to do them slowly coax out those deep concealed emotions around you.

she caught one all to quickly for your liking but made no effort to stop you, not that you knew why but it was because she didn't understand what you were seeking to achieve but was more curious to find out. that and she didn't have the heart to stop you. but it seemed it got to her more than she thought. she was sitting idly somewhere as her mind drifted towards your recent endeavours in getting her to be more expressive.

and that's when she felt it. a lukewarm drop slid down her cheeks. she wiped it up and stared at the tear, she was crying? how and why? but right as she was staring you entered the room. quite shocked to see her crying but quickly overcame it and slowly made your way over to her. she looked at you and you gave her a smile as you brought her into your embrace.

what was this? first she was crying but now she felt like she was going to cry more alongside the new butterfly sensation in her stomach. you let her go and brought her hands into yours before giving another smile and telling her it was alright. she was allowed to feel like this, her eyes slightly widened before returning a small tear filled smile of her own.

navia ★↷

she had always been know to be quite emotional when it came to it. even more so as a child. children naturally can show more emotions than normal and be more sensitive to others but in navia's case it seemed to be in tenfolds. while that wasn't a bad thing, it didn't seem to want to align with the type of childhood she lived.

from seeing her dad be falsely accused of a crime and dying in her early stages, leaving her to take over his spot as the president of Spina di Rosula. it moved to quickly and see quickly saw how her emotions could get in the way of things. so with a heavy heart, she learnt how to bury them and put on the facade she wore on a day to day basis.

it wasn't ideal for her and she knew that but it would cause too many issues for her. but when she met you it didn't seem that bad anymore. becoming a couple meant that she felt comfortable around you and you the same. she often debated being extremely open with her emotions, like normal, but she realised that maybe it was too soon for that. so she still held up her facade.

but you noticed it kept slipping, she looked more tired than ever nowadays. no doubt from her job and keeping up her little act. you wanted to ask her about it but had no idea how to approach her. so you left it until she decided to come forward or you would have to intervene.

that came sooner tha expected however. she had a particularly rough day and had let her facade slip and release all her true feelings towards neuvillette of all people. it felt good to finally not hold back but because of the situation made her feel even worse. she just wanted to see you. and that's what lead her to the front doorstep of you residence, knocking and waiting for you to answer.

you answered quite quickly and upon seeing the tired look on her face, immediately brought her inside and sat down on your coucb before grabbing her one of her favourite beverages. she sat there staring at you, she couldn't believe how lucky she had gotten woth you. it was like a perfect match in her opinion. you quickly rejoined her on the couch and placed the drink on the table for her to geab when ready.

you were going to ask her what had happened but before you could merely get a word out she practically lunged forward and hugged you. pushing her face into your neck leaving you more worried when you felt tears hitting your skin. you returned the embrace and said nothing but praise to her. reminding her that she didn't have to keep up this facade, it wasn't who she was truly and it seemed more and more forced.

maybe you were right. maybe she could let it go and become herself once again.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Shelter Me, Please

Pairing: John Price x GN!Reader Summary: A thunderstorm is starting and Reader needs comfort from the sound of thunder. In their attempt to find shelter from their growing panic, they stumble into a certain captain's office. Word Count: 1,152 words Content: Fluff, Price being so soft he might be a little ooc, desi!Reader, autistic!reader, fear (but not graphic), an alarming amount of petnames (sweetheart & darling). Author's Note: I got up and out of bed while trying to sleep at midnight to write this, because the Price brain rot is real. I love him so much.

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You shuffled inside the base alongside several other soldiers as thunder boomed, your brown skin starting to get wet from the light drizzle that was no doubt about to get heavier. It was the start of one of the rainiest days of the spring in the UK, and you hated it.

The base was abuzz as other soldiers meandered in the hallways, talking with their friends as they contemplated whether or not this thunderstorm would be bad enough that the higher-ups would cancel any upcoming missions until the rain died down. It was all everyone could think about: whether or not their new missions would still continue.

Well, everyone except you.

You couldn’t think about missions or how long you all were practically forced to be inside for. Your thoughts were on the thunderstorm and how you’d have to get to your quarters quickly so you could hunker down in preparation. 

It came to no surprise that soldiers had an aversion to thunderstorms, the thunder reminding them of battle. But you? You always had an aversion to it, even before your enlistment in the SAS. You hated the rain with a passion, thunder even more so.

You were always more sensitive to loud noises than your peers, more sensitive to smells and textures too. It was unexplainable, the way some smells made you gag and the way some textures made you recoil with disgust. It took until your enlistment for you to finally be diagnosed with autism, explaining much of your… quirks, as your mother liked to call them.

So yeah, you weren’t very excited at the prospect of the rain and the thunder, you knew yourself well enough to know the sounds of thunder was going to be hellish to weather through.

An extremely loud crack of thunder echoed throughout the base and shook the building, sending you stumbling almost blindingly to the first room you could get to, your intention of heading to your quarters being shattered among your sudden panic and need to hide. You hit your side against the wall as your hands shakily turned the doorknob, opening the door to what you hoped would be salvation.

You were hoping to stumble into a supply closet, somewhere empty and not currently in use. Instead, you embarrassingly stumbled into your captain’s office where Captain John Price of the Task Force 141 was currently sitting at his desk, working.

“Sergeant? What’s going on?” Price’s gruff, but gentle voice soared through the air and into your ears, very briefly soothing your panic until yet another thunder boomed throughout the base.

You whimpered, the panic that came with the thunder and the fact that you’ve secretly had a crush on your captain for quite a few months now, sending you shuffling further into the office. “I’m sorry, Captain. It’s the thunder… I was hoping to go to my quarters, but—” Your words were cut off by another bout of thunder, this one closer now.

Price stood up from his desk and opened his arms when you scrambled towards him, his strong arms wrapping gently around you, cradling your trembling form. “Shh, sweetheart. I’m here, you’re safe,” he murmured, pressing the softest and gentlest kiss to your forehead, the scruff of his beard against your skin a feeling you’ve been longing for, for months now.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, your heart racing as you grew so flustered from the way you were trembling in his arms and from how much you had yearned to be held by him just like you were being held right now. “I know you didn’t sign up for helping me through this right now.”

“Don’t apologize, darling.” Price’s large, calloused and warm hand reached up to gently card his fingers through your black, curly hair. He leaned down, nuzzling his cheek against the crown of your head. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here, making sure you feel safe. We’re a team, we look out for one another.”

Ah, yes. He was just doing this out of the goodness of his heart, because he thought of you as just a member of his team. It was almost comical how easily you had fallen down the line of thinking he might actually reciprocate your romantic affections.

You nodded your head, burying it into his broad chest. “Right,” you said, your voice slightly muffled. “We’re a team.”

Price frowned and even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel it in the way he tilted his head down at you. “Hey now, what’s up with that tone of voice, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Captain.”

“You sounded dejected, just now,” Price insisted gently but firmly, his blue eyes full of concern as his eyebrows furrowed. He thought for a while before it finally dawned on him. “Oh, darling, I didn’t mean it like that.”

He tilted your head up gently so your brown eyes were now looking into his blue ones. “When I said we’re a team, I didn’t mean to say all we are is just team members.”

Just as you were processing his words, another boom of thunder resounded, making you squeeze against him further. He tightened his hold on you, a soothing rumble emitting from him in an effort to calm you back down.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, Sergeant. The way your eyes can’t seem to look away from me, the way you hang onto my every word.” He leaned in close, his breath hitting your cheek. He was somehow soothing and alluring all at the same time. “I feel the same way, sweetheart. I can’t get you out of my head and I want to take care of you, love you.”

Price visibly gulped, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as his warm hand rubbed your back in a calming manner. “I’m sorry, this isn’t the appropriate time to confess my feelings, you’re flustered by the thunder. But I couldn’t let you continue thinking I don’t feel the same way.” He pressed another gentle kiss to your forehead.

You were speechless, unable to form a coherent sentence between the sound of the thunder and his confession. But you found yourself clinging onto Price, not wanting to let this shift in the relationship fade away like some dream.

You took a deep breath before saying, “When this thunderstorm is over and we have some free time… Perhaps we should go on a date.”

Price chuckled, his own nervousness melting away. With his arms still wrapped around you, he nodded and moved towards the couch in his office. “Deal, darling.”

He settled onto the couch with you in between in his legs, his warmth seeping into you and making you almost forget the thunderstorm raging outside. “For now, though, let’s just get you through this storm. Don’t worry, I’ll be here beside you the entire time. I’m not leaving.”

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[onyxino]

Break Me Down

Lieutenant!Muken!Aizen x Captain!Reader

WC: 3.8k

CW: Creampie, riding, soft sex, Oral (M&F receiving), Virginity loss (M). Slight Dom and Sub dynamic. Touched Starved Aizen. lil OOC/soft Aizen. If there is anything else lemme know <3

I'm always of two minds on Aizen's sexual experience, on one hand he gives off the aura of 'THIS GUY FUCKS' but on the other hand I really don't think he would have the time or desire due to being more concentrated on his plans. So today I decided to play with the idea of Aizen having little to no sexual experience. Hope you enjoy! Prolly grammar and spelling mistakes but idc I'm human and yall just read for the fucking so .

this is just a conjuring of my delulu mind

You couldn’t believe it when they exonerated him.

You couldn’t believe it when Kisuke found a way to remove the Hougyoku from his chest without killing him.

You couldn’t believe it when they simply just placed him in your squad. With the head captain's only statement on the matter being “Captain (Name) can handle him if he gets out of control.”

Then you really really couldn’t believe it when you appointed him to be your lieutenant.

He had really proven himself to you, he seemed remorseful for his actions. He no longer wished for the fall of the soul society he wanted quite the opposite actually, he seemed to have been changing right before your very eyes.

At first even though you treated him with the same respect as you did your other subordinates but you limited your contact with him to just bare minimum, the stigma around him was just too strong.

Then one day you caught him sitting on his own underneath a shady tree and decided to join him, he looked so lonely and in a weird way you felt sadness for him.

The way his face twisted up in shock at your presence sealed in all of your assumptions. He wasn’t used to someone just willingly being in his company, he wasn’t used to human interaction at all.

As time passed you joined him under that tree any chance you could. You took your time and actually had meaningful conversations with him. You learned that you two enjoyed a lot of the same things. That’s when you decided that he would make a splendid lieutenant for you.

Aizen declined the offer at first stating that he hadn't had a real chance to earn your trust yet but you insisted and he relented.

That led you to now both of you sitting in your personal quarters on the floor looking and digging through old files looking for a specific report that would aid squad 12 in some research they were conducting.

You sighed and pinched your bridge. It was near midnight at this point and your eyes were starting to betray you, lids becoming heavier each time you blinked.

Aizen also felt the fatigue setting in, since returning to his shinigami state he realized how easily it was to become exhausted.

“Welp Lieutenant of mine, I really don't know if we have a shot at finding this report for them!” You said a yawn forming as you stretched your arms into the air.

“Agreed, my head is starting to hurt.” Aizen replied, running a hand over his partially covered face. It's true the headaches that have been coming and going since returning to his shinigami state had been killer. One of the many, many side effects his body had been enduring over the course of the last year or so.

“Oh damn, another headache again, Sosuke?” You ask worry etching its way to your face.

“Yes, unfortunately. Urahara said that they will lessen in time though.” You nod your head at his reply before slowly standing up.

“Would you like some tea then? I have chamomile, which works wonderfully for headaches.” You offer walking over to your kitchenette 

“Yes captain, please.” Sosuke had taken this moment to let his composure falter while your back was turned. Slouching forward he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

Having put the electric kettle on to heat making note that the timer would go off in 10 minutes and the kettle would shut off. Swearing to yourself that you wouldn’t forget about it this time you turn and you catch your eyepatched subordinate in this state. 

You felt your heart lurch a little for him “Do you want me to try something that my mom always did for me when I got bad headaches?” you asked, retaking your seat in front of him.

He opened his eye a little and nodded, “I’m willing to try just about anything at this point.” 

You nodded back at him and scooted a little bit closer just within arms length, you took note of how he flinched slightly at your movement “It involves me touching your head, if that's okay?”

All he did was a nod and you slowly reached your arms forward, slotting your digits into the brunette’s hair. He shuddered slightly at the contact, you massage his scalp digging your nails in ever so slightly.

Sosuke seemed to be enjoying it and it seemed to be alleviating some of the discomfort. You frowned slightly at the strap of the eyepatch getting in the way, your nimble fingers went for its buckle at the back of his head.

“Wait!” Sosuke almost yelped as his hands wrapped around your wrists stopping you in your tracks.

Your eyes widened at the sudden action, “I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” panic ran through you. You have never been able to get this close to him, the thought of crossing a boundary and having him regress on you made you feel ill.

“N-No, it’s just some parts of me are still- My eye it’s still discolored.” He explained quietly, still having your wrists in his hold.

“Sosuke.” The way his name slipped off your tongue in such a sweet fashion had him slightly shivering “It’s okay, I just wanna be able to message your head better, can I please take it off? I won’t judge you, I’m your captain, this is a safe space.”

He exhaled a breath he didn't realize he had been holding “Very well.”

You smiled at him and he swore the heart he insisted he never had stopped.

You slowly remove the eyepatch from his head and let it fall to the ground, you then return to lightly massaging his scalp.

You were right, he thought, this does feel a whole lot better.

Keeping his eyes closed he leaned into your touch more and let himself get lost in the feeling of your hands combing through his hair.

Then he whimpered,

You paused and his eyes shot open in disbelief. 

It was a small one but it was unmistakable, Sosuke Aizen just whimpered and you were the one who pulled it from him.

“I-”

“Wow, you really are touch starved aren’t you?” You ask a sympathetic look gracing your features, you dug your nails in just slightly harder. Testing the waters.

This had him inhaling a sharp breath “N-Never been touched like this.”

“I can tell, do you want me to keep going?” You ask cocking your head to the side.

“Yes, keep going but I need you closer.” Before even registering what he had said you felt a soft but strong grip on your hips pulling you into his lap. He lifted you like you were made of nothing.

You found yourself straddling his lap, chests smooshed together and faces dangerously close, It was your turn to take in a sharp breath. A hot feeling coursing its way throughout your body.

You can’t remember who did it first but in a fraction of a second your lips were connected, Aizen’s hands running up and down your sides. He was already a whimpering whiny mess in your arms, just from kissing you. He felt like he was going to explode when you took the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth.

It was sloppy, but it was passionate. He craved more, he never experienced wanting like this. Wanting another person. His hands further their exploration sliding their way up to your chest squeezing breasts roughly, you moaned into his mouth and it only fueled the fire, sending blood straight to his hardening cock.

You both parted from the intense makeout session with a string of saliva connecting your mouths. Heavy breathing just staring into each others eyes, taking this time to admire his slightly fucked out features.

Man, if this has him fucked out just imagine what sex would do to him you thought. 

Thinking of having him in such a state had heat pooling in your core, without thinking you slowly grind your hips into his. 

He yelped at the friction “(name)” he pleaded, and you did it again.

“D-do you wanna keep going?” You sheepishly ask burying your face into his neck placing soft kisses along the sensitive flesh leading up to his jaw line.

“I’ve never-”

He didn’t even have to finish his sentence, you understood completely. You pulled away from his neck and gave him a soft smile. “I can lead. I want you, Sosuke.” your hands rubbed up and down his shoulders in a comforting motion.

He sucked in a jagged breath “Please.”

“Please what, Sosuke? Use your words.” 

“Please, fuck me.” He panted, gripping your hips and pulling your clothed cores closer to each other in a desperate attempt to gain friction.

You placed a soft kiss to his lips before standing from him, he looked confused and almost sad at the loss of contact you couldn’t help but giggle at him. Sticking your hand out, he grabbed it and you led him over to the futon before gently pushing him down on it.

His breathing picked up once again as you kneeled over him. “Relax, at any time you wanna stop, just tell me and we will.”

He nodded in understanding at this and licked his lips as he watched you go for the knot tied in front of your shinigami uniform. Suddenly a surge of urgency ran through his body as he shot up and stopped your hands from continuing their action.

Your eyes shot up to him, worry spread throughout your body, had he changed his mind all of a sudden? Was something wrong?

“I want to undress you.” This statement sent a rush of liquid into your already damp panties.

You pulled your hands away from the semi untied knot of your uniform and allowed his hands to take their place. He was slow and gentle with it as you pulled the knot loose and went to work on your top. The way his face gained a new shade of red as he exposed your bare chest to himself had you breathing heavily.

He wasted no time exploring the new territory, the way your breasts fit perfectly into his hands had him in awe. He was a fast learner too, as to be expected he picked up quickly on what made those little noises he’d come to like so much fall from your mouth.

He noticed how sensitive your nipples were and little flicks and taps turned into rough pinches and pulls. “F-fuck, Sosuke. That’s so good.” You mewled as his lips attached to your right nipple and his hand continued to assault the left one.

Slotting your hands into his hair you slowly pulled him away from your chest, “I need you here though.” guiding his hands down to your bottoms, he picked up on exactly what you needed and he was quick to remove the rest of your clothing.

The sight before him was like no other, you laid out legs spread open for him. He may have been a virgin but he knew exactly where women liked to be touched. It took him no time to locate your bundle of nerves rubbing slow and soft circles against it.

“Can I taste you?” The request sent shivers down your spine.

“Only if I get to return the favor.” You said cheekily as you combed your fingers through his dark brown hair.

He swiftly lowered himself between your legs and applied a rough suck to your clit, the action caused a guttural moan to leave your lips. The hand in his hair tugging lightly was now gripping it aggressively pulling his face into your heat. Your other arm laid itself across your eyes unable to contain your embarrassment at your noises and sounds.

This did not go unnoticed by Aizen who detached his mouth from your heat and leaned up to remove your arm from your eyes “Don’t, I want you to look at me, if you look away or close your eyes I will stop.”  

You took in a sharp breath at this, this was the first showing of his dominance you have seen through this entire ordeal. You said you would lead but it was short lived once Aizen got the hang of this particular task. He needed your eye contact, he needed you to see him making you feel this good. You needed to know it was him and only him who could do this to you.

You maintained eye contact as he lapped and sucked at your clit, you gasped lightly as the intrusion of a long slender finger into your walls “Sosuke!” You cried as his finger curled up and he began to softly move it in and out of you.

“More a-and faster, please.” You pleaded, these pleas did not fall on deaf ears.

Aizen then added another finger and increased his speed, drinking up your arousal while listening to the sweet noises that tumbled from your shaky lips. It was a new form of heaven for him.

“S-sosuke- I’m really, really close.” You mewl pulling his face into your cunt, he increased his speed just a little bit more and sucked just a little bit harder on your clit but it was enough to send you falling over the edge. The sound of his name broken and falling from your lips had him grind into the futon below it was a high he knew he’d soon be addicted to.

Your breaths soon steadied as Aizen lifted himself over top of you taking in your form, your eyes met his and you gave him the sweetest smile he thought he’d ever seen, it filled his chest with warmth. “Thank you, that was so good, but now it's your turn.”

The warmth in his chest rose to his cheeks as you flipped your bodies in an instant demonstrating your strength just as he had earlier. Now you were sat on top of him grinding your naked core against his clothed one, the repeated action provided some friction but not enough and it was frustrating to him but not as frustrating as the moment you ceased all movement and removed yourself from his body.

His mouth hung open and he looked at you in disbelief “Don’t look at me like that, lieutenant. I have to undress you too don’t I?”

The realization hit him and had him slightly embarrassed, the pink dusting his cheeks turning a darker shade. Your hands went to the knot in the front of his uniform and with a simple tug it came undone, you decided to tease him with this and keep your movements slow. Aizen felt as if he was burning from the inside out.

He sat up slightly so that you could pull the top portion of his shinigami uniform off. You gasped slightly at the sight before you, he was absolutely gorgeous, like the gods chiseled his body by hand. 

Too Aizen, though your gasp was one of disgust, adorned on his chest was not only the scars from the seals piercing him but also the scar left from the Hougyoku’s removal procedure. He turned his head away from your gaze fearing the worst from your silence.

“Sosuke, your body is gorgeous.” You said in awe as the tips of your fingers grazed the scars upon his chest, he shuddered at the contact.

He returned his gaze to you eyes widened slightly at the compliment. You? Find him? Gorgeous? He was pulled from his thoughts by you applying just a little bit more pressure to the center of his chest with the tips of your fingers causing him to wince slightly. This did not go unnoticed by you “Did it hurt?”

He gazed at you trying to understand the context of your question. Did what hurt? The seals piercing my chest for what felt like ions? Or the surgery that I was mostly awake for that had me feeling as if my soul was being sucked from my body? He pondered.

“Yes, it hurt. All of it hurt.” He muttered quietly.

A somber look etched its way to your features “I’m sorry, love.” leaning down you pressed your cool lips touched the scar in the center of his chest and it felt like fire had begun to run its way through his veins once more.

Lastly you began working on his bottoms, once ridding him of the garment he was fully bare in front of you. Hungry cock springing free, your eyes widened at the impressive length of his manhood. Your mouth began to salivate at the thought of trying to take all of him down your throat.

Softly wrapping your fingers around the shaft you gave him a few strokes as you settled in between his legs. A strangled groan escaped Aizen’s lips, he thought he would cum from just the contact alone. You giggled at his reaction, the noises he made had your clit throbbing and your hole clenching around nothing.

Licking from the base to the tip you wrap your lips around his head and slid him into your mouth as far as you could take him. Your hands stroked what you couldn’t reach and you began to bob your head up and down hollowing your cheeks.

The pleasure was almost unbearable for Aizen, his hands found purchase in your hair swooping it back into a makeshift ponytail. He was finding it very hard to control himself, he eagerly wanted to thrust into your mouth and face fuck you until you were gagging, the thought of that had him on the brink of orgasm.

He was getting close, way too close. “Captain (Name), if you keep going like that I’m not gonna last.” the words left his mouth broken moans in between each word and you could have sworn you heard his voice crack.

You lifted your mouth from him with a obscene ‘pop’, “Fuck.” the curse fell out of his mouth as a hiss. 

Wiping your mouth on your arm you settled on top of him, running your folds against his shaft, fingers digging into his shoulders every time his tip bumped into your clit. Aizen’s grip was ironclad on your hips helping you drag them back and forth on his member.

“I need to be inside you.” He pleaded his nails leaving crescent shaped marks into your skin that will no doubt be bruised come morning.

Listening to his pleas, you lifted yourself up and aligned him with your entrance, sinking yourself down just enough to have his tip buried in you. A throaty gasp left Aizen’s lips, silently praising and cursing you in the same thought. 

“You’re gonna drag this out aren’t you, little minx.” He accused, head thrown back in pleasure.

You couldn’t hide the smirk playing on your lips, you had to tease him just a little “You can take it.”

In one swift motion you let yourself completely sink down on to his cock. You knocked your head back, eyes rolling ever so slightly at the delicious stretch of his girth. You couldn’t help but clamp down around him as you adjusted to his size.

“You’re so tight.” He hissed, eyes glued shut focused on not coming to an end just from being sheathed inside you.

You rolled your hips just a little and the moan that fell from his lips was obscene. You slowly bounced yourself on his cock it was like torture for the man below you, he was getting very impatient. He bucked his hips rough up into you cause your rhythm to falter “Faster, please- I”

You silenced his pleas by giving him exactly what he wanted. You picked up the pace and he met you halfway as he thrusted up into you, cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. 

He couldn’t contain the whimpers and pants rolling off his tongue. He looks so fucked out and on the edge. A particularly hard thrust from Aizen brought you out of your thoughts back into reality.

His hands slid from your waist to your thighs, groping them and gripping them hard, those will also undoubtedly become bruises come sunrise.

 “F-fuck, Sosuke. You’re doing so good, fucking me so good.” you whine tossing your head back and raking your nails down his chest leaving little red lines behind.

All he could muster in response was obscene moans and whiny breaths. You take a moment to drink in his image, he is beyond fucked out. His hair everywhere, his mouth a gape and there is a little bit of drool that slid from the corner of his mouth to the pillow below

You make note of this to tease him about later.  

You bite your lip hard at the sight, feeling that knot in your lower abdomen tighten up. You were getting close, really close and he was too. You walls clench around him when he brings his thumb to you clit rubbing slow circles.

“Tell me- Tell me where-” you already knew what he was getting at and you took no time with your answer.

“Inside please- need to feel it.” The thought of him cumming in you made your head spin and sent you flying off the edge. Walls squeezing against him repeatedly and the way his name fell off your tongue was pure sin.

His name sounding so debauched coming from your lips sent him over the edge with you, a rush of warmth spread through your core. You slowly rocked your hips against his working him through his orgasm, and milking his cock dry.

Taking note of each breathy whine that left his lips when your hips rocked forward.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer you laid atop his chest trying to regain your breath. His hands rub gently up and down your sides. You tilt your head upwards hoping to lock eyes with him but you are met with his eyes shut, a peaceful look etched into his features,

You admired him for a minute and a smile slowly curled on your lips as you drank him in.

“What are you smiling at?” He quipped, opening an eye to stare down at you, you would be lying if you said you didn’t jump a little bit slightly embarrassed. Just how long had he known you’d been staring?

“Oh nothing, nothing at all.” You say lifting yourself up and off him.

The sudden movement and disconnection of your conjoined bodies made a small barely audible whimper leave his lips. This did not go unnoticed by you, again you make a mental note of this to tease him about later.

“Stay here tonight, we can talk more in the morning.” You suggested as you snuggled yourself into his side.

He only nodded at the statement silently agreeing with you. He watched as your features slowly relaxed and your breathing mellowed out as sleep took you into its grasp. A sense of peace washed over him as his eyes wandered over your sleeping form.

What in the hell are you doing to me, woman.

[yanderes-galore]

So , i saw that you do Pirates of the Caribbean and could you do yandere Jack Sparrow? I'm REALLY curious about how he'd be as a yandere.

I have some prompts and concepts of him to do, so let me just get this down to know how to write him. I'm not sure how this came out, so let me know your feedback. I may alter it in the future.

Yandere! Jack Sparrow Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Possessive behavior, Mentions of intimate relations, Stockholm syndrome, Selfish behavior, Jealousy, Forced relationship, Delusional behavior, Alcohol, Drinking, Paranoia, He's a bit OOC my bad.

Ah yes, the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.

He has some serious potential, despite his commitment issues.

Even then, it just means the pirate won't marry.

He will still keep you to himself.

Jack Sparrow is Manipulative/Persuasive, Intelligent, Flirty, Possessive, and Selfish.

He's a trickster who gives in easily to his own desires.

He's also a man who knows what he wants and would do anything to get it.

Call him... persistent.

Once he likes you it's like you can't get rid of him, a man who only ever brings curses and bad luck to those around him.

Jack is extremely charismatic, how else do you think he convinces people?

With some well placed words, many would trust him.

Unless they trusted him before....

He'd simply give you a grin and a compliment, drink in hand as he gives into the taste of rum.

The pirate not only knows his way around, but he'd get a naive darling to trust him in no time.

You'd have to hear the tales from others to not give into such a charm.

It's best to give him a challenge, maybe he'll give up?

Unfortunately, no.

Despite being intimate with and having many, he isn't satisfied.

Not when someone like you is in front of him.

A treasure to take.

He normally doesn't take to someone long.

The sea is where he belongs and he just gets intimate once in awhile.

Plus, marriage or having someone at home would hinder his freedom-

Which is why his obsession is either a crew member or hostage.

Yes, Jack would kidnap.

He's a pirate... they steal... it's expected, really.

That way this obsession of his doesn't affect his freedom.

Although it does take yours.

"Isn't this wonderful, dear? The sea breeze on your face... away from the world's rules!"

"I want to go home-"

"This is your home now?"

In a way, Jack is probably also delusional.

With a combiniation of the alcohol he consumes and his obsession, he probably thinks you are all for him and just shy.

Openly hate him? You may just be playing hard to get.

He's hard to get away from.

Always a bit too touchy, too.

You wouldn't mind if he showered or something.

He probably has some sort of disease.

Jack's also very possessive.

On the sea as a pirate, other pirates are either allies or threats.

Knowing Jack, they are more likely enemies.

He has a fear that like his treasure or ship... you'll be stolen away from his grasp by some other person.

Even though he took you on his ship by force or persuasion, he doesn't want it to backfire.

If he feels nervous about you with the other crew he'll express it.

Often it's an arm around your waist or calling you by his side.

You still see him as your captain, right?

It gives him pride when you admit you see him as a captain.

Oof... jealousy comes easily.

When jealous, he heavily continues to try and charm you.

Flirting an uncomfortable amount while coaxing you into allowing him to hold you.

In a way, through all that drunken confidence, it's like he's scared to lose someone he holds so close now.

Jack even has vulnerable moments when you're alone.

He wants to be held... he wants you to love him... it's strange to see him like this in the Captain's Quarters.

Speaking of alcohol, he encourages you to drink rum with him.

It'll ease the nerves! You'll have a better time with him that way!

He gets so needy.

He's charming with his words but he is always asking for something.

Pirates always want something.

As your captain, he expects basic loyalty.

Even more so as his 'lover', despite him being untrustworthy.

A hypocrite at heart....

He also knows you'll fall for him at some point, having confidence you'll comply to his looks and charm.

He's willing to wait... not like you can leave.

There's nothing but ocean for miles.

You haven't seen land in a long while.

It's a torturous experience of life with him, rocking softly on the Black Pearl as he tries to convince you getting with him is a good idea.

He's tried courting you on land.

You ignored the pirate too long so he took you on board with the intention of either using you for bribes or making you his.

It became just keeping you to himself the longer he was near you on the ship.

Jack yearns for the days he can take you to ports without you running off.

He has enemies everywhere!

It's dangerous to just run off because you'll no doubt be used against him.

He doesn't want to be seen for long.

He'd also get weird looks if he asked around for you-

He'd have to have his crew watch you (if he has one by this point).

If not, then chain you to the boat so he can't risk you fleeing.

You tire him out with your fighting....

Getting you to the point of stockholm syndrome would be when it gets so much easier for him.

He would prefer genuine attraction from you, but you take what you can get-

If he can't get you to fall for him willingly then he'll do what he can to gain your affection.

Pirates will take and take and take....

You are his greatest treasure...

He'll take everything he can from you because you're his.

"Being with me isn't that bad, doll! I assure you... you'll have one hell of a time at sea with me."

[septimaseverinawannawrite]

How the Relationship Begins

Fandom: Star Wars

Type: Headcanons

Pairing: Cassian Andor x F!Reader

Warning: Late night writing, so, no beta. Writer is being overwhelm and under Taylor Swift's Lavender Haze (As you can see title's colours). A little bit OOC.

Rate: T

A/N: This idea happened when I rewatch Andor for fourth time. Now, I'm heavily in the writer-block state, but I don't want to abandon this blog. I believe this dilemma is gonna pass, if I keep writing. So, Enjoy!

🌹Click to My AO3

(Divider by @saradika)

Okay, let's start!

You met him on Yavin IV. Both of you were new to the Alliance's main base.

Since it was the main base, that meant you both had to train for necessary skills.

From the Alliance's levels, he was 'good to excellent', while your far-lenght shooting skill was not reaching the requirement. You stayed at training ground, after all new recruits leaved, to improve your skill.

Cassian saw you practising. He volunteered to help you, because he had feelings toward you.

It was the impression at first sight.

He couldn't clearly answer what kind of feeling, but as you were around him, smiling at him and saying thanks, he felt like he was teenage boy - who had a first crush - again.

While you had been grateful for his help and feeling like butterflies were in your stomach, especially when he adjusting your stance.

Not only his help drove you crazy, but also his smiles, his touches and his whispers into your ear - how to shoot and hitting right at the target.

As you hit all targets in all rows, you jumped and hugged him with happiness and exciting.

Yes. It made you blushing hard like tomatoes, while Cassian's heart skipped a beat. So, you two bounced away.

"First time is a beginner luck. You have to practise everyday." He said. "Meet me every day after dinner."

You agreed. You and Cassian kept meeting at training ground, every evening.

And after the semi-private session. You returned to your quater with many questions in your head. The big question was; 'Did you fall for him?'

You shaked them off and switched with the thought until you falling asleep.

Now you had been practising every evening for 2 weeks, until he challenging you to shoot all targets within 30 seconds. You accepted and you did it.

Jumping and hugging him again. But this time you both lingered. His face and yours were close, enough to feel the breathes. His brown eyes bared his soul, you could not fight them.

"Thank you so much, Cassian. I think tomorrow I will pass the test with flying flag." You mumbled.

"I think so, but, why do you looking to another way?"

You still looked down at the floor, almost startling, he was tilting your chin up to look at him. His thumb gently fondled your lower lips, your lips part a little.

"Cassian...I-I.." You stuttered, "I don't know what to say..."

"Kassa, call me Kassa."

Cassian's raptured voice got you, finally you gazed upon him, whispering 'Kassa'.

Like the gravity around you two sent the colossus magnets pulling you both to capture each other's lips.

After few seconds, which felt like hours; you both withdrew for air, leaning the temples together with wide smiles and small laughing.

When you passed the test and registered as an officially rebellion officer, Cassian was waiting for you.

You hopped and hugging him tightly. He praised you and guiding you away from the chaos around hangar and commanding table.

"Would you like to move into my quarter?" He asked, kissing your temple.

"You should ask me out before asking me to move in with you." You teased him. This time was his turn that his cheeks were reddening.

He knew too well, your both works were not certain. The missions after would take his own or your life. Also, his first mission as Captain Andor had been assigned, he must leave in three days from now. So, he had to rush things like this.

But you had a point. He should ask you out for an official date. He made up his mind and asking you to survey the ancient ruins on Yavin IV with him.

You accepted with conditions and terms;

"Okay, I'm going out with you, but about moving in--"

"But what?"

"But after your first mission succeed and our third date. Because I need the assurance that you are gonna return back safe and sound. Promise me."

Cassian smiled sweetly, kissed you before he speaking.

"I'm certainly gonna get back to you, my love, I promise."

Then you hugged him again and kissing his jawline, just like a seal to guaruntee the new chapter and adventure in your both lives was full of happiness, joyous and bright futures. Even those three words did not slip out yet.

[n4kama]

Small Hiatus Notice

Hey guys, gals and my lovelies that don't identify as either...

Just to let you all know that, besides what's in my queue, I'm going to be on a hiatus for a little while.

I'm, unfortunately, one of those introverts/neurodivergents that can't really handle being around people for more than a specific amount of time without needing days alone to recuperate my social battery and energy to do anything else.

And due to Christmas and New Years, I haven't been able to find time to recharge said battery...

So my desire/energy to write is practically null and void, so I'm going to be going to be on hiatus besides IMs until I can get to a good point again.

It probably won't be until February, mainly because my mother fractured her shoulder before Christmas, and I'm more or less her designated driver and the main person who does shit for her that she can't. (Which drains me more than I can explain...)

By all means, send in memes or mun asks and stuff for when I'm back or when I have bursts of energy.

If you have plot ideas send me a ☁️ through inbox or IMs and I'll get back to you! I also have discord if you'd prefer plotting through that!

I'll post an update when I'm back.

Wishing you all an early Happy New Year! Thank you for being so amazing and giving me life with my OP loves!!!

[leadpoisoningprincess]

wrote this (SUPER self-indulgent SUPER ooc) thing inspired by that post i just reblogged about billy and jopson being worsties AND the Stitch And Bitch fic <3

“He's absolutely ridiculous. But I love him. I’m in love with him.”

Thomas feigns an exaggerated gag and Billy slaps him on the arm defensively. “You don't need to understand. We don't need anyone to understand.” Thomas mumbles something about him being damned right I don't understand and snips a thread with his teeth. Billy had tried that maneuver before and found it wasn't as easy as the more experienced steward had made it look. He ended up having to spit the thread out and cut it properly. Thankfully Jopson didn't see, or he never would have let him hear the end of it.

“You know he's been known to loiter around the marines’ quarters late at night. And not to mention the orlop-” Billy cuts him off. “Yes, I’m well-acquainted with the orlop, thank you." Thomas makes a disgusted face. “And any little dalliances he might have with the marines don't mean anything,” Billy continues, smiling smugly. “Ask me how I know for sure.”

Thomas rolls his eyes. “How do you know for sure?” Billy reaches across the table where they're mending torn uniforms and grabs Jopson’s hand, suddenly serious. “You have to swear you won't tell a soul.” Jopson pauses, but then his curiosity gets the better of him. “I swear I won't tell a soul.”

Billy undoes the first two buttons on his collar, and Thomas is about to put his hand out to stop him from doing whatever it is he's doing, but then Billy reaches in and pulls out a length of twine, a necklace of sorts, with a small golden ring strung on. Thomas looks more closely. Inlaid in the ring are three tiny stones, barely visible.

Thomas boggles. “Where on earth did he get that out here?” Billy just looks at the ring dreamily, sliding it onto his little finger. “I don't know. I don't want to know. All that matters is that he got it and gave it to me.”

Thomas scoffs. “It’ll be very romantic when you're both lashed after someone's missing family heirloom turns up around your neck.”

Billy bristles, slides the ring off of his finger and tucks it back into his shirt. “What would you have me do, Thomas, cast it into a hole in the ice?” He finishes his buttons just as the door slides open. It's Lieutenant Hodgson, all smiles as usual.

“Mr Gibson, a moment?” Billy rises to follow Hodgson as he turns on his heel and strides down the hall. Billy collects his stitching, picks a stray thread off of his waistcoat. He smiles genially at his fellow steward. “I’ve got to go. But do let me know when the captain gives you a ring, Thomas.”

[illumeew]

wits' end | k.alberich (chapter two)

Summary: Kaeya was never in love, but he could admit he felt loved.

Tags: Mentions of flings and romance, Slight angst, Hurt/Comfort, Is this a bit ooc? (please tell me if it is or not!)

A/N: ohhh i love kaeya so much he's so sweet and cool !! but sometimes he gets a lil mischaracterized, so i hope i've done him some justice in this one !

&lt; chapter one | chapter three >

“There are two types of ‘tired’, I suppose. One is a dire need of sleep, the other is a dire need of peace. He needed both.”

Kaeya was never in love, but he could admit he felt loved.

No, it wasn’t romantic—he has never exploited the title of being the renowned candidate for grandson-in-law to most of the elders roundabout in Mondstadt, who experienced his selfless determination to protect the city and the nation whole.

To Kaeya, the concept of love has never been an easy topic. Love is complicated, similar to attempting to sit on your own shoulders: you can try, but it’ll leave you hurting and confused wondering why it didn’t work.

“Flings” were another thing he couldn’t understand, but whatever meaning it stood as, it most definitely wasn’t a category in Kaeya Alberich’s dictionary. One thing’s for sure that he’s received enough “complementary hugs” from the people of Mondstadt to know how it feels to be within love’s reach.

Though, despite the number of praise he gets on the daily, never was he once content encaptured in another’s arms.

To Kaeya,

Love is complicated.

Love is an anomaly.

Love is… something someone like him will never understand.

But he tries to be the right person and change, which is why he pays and leaves Angel’s Share as soon as he finishes his drink, the range of how many being between four to even less than two, unlike his past indulgences.

He wanted to become better, knowing a world like this wouldn’t accept and love someone like him. A sinner who has the world against himself.

Tonight, he had two different drinks, both without a single ounce of alcohol mixed into it. This has been a daily thing that servers, Charles and Diluc, would experience with the Cavalry Captain.

At seven-forty-five in the morning, quarter to eight—the usual time for the Knights to come to work—Kaeya enters Angel’s Share and asks for one Moonlit Alley: a mixture of coffee, milk, and cocoa paste. “Just something to get himself ready for a new day” is what he says to the current server of the bar, whether it be Charles or Diluc, to tell him of another day’s order of the same drink.

Both of them probably had it memorized by hand due to his consistency, because recently, as soon as Kaeya enters, the drink has been already made and set out on the counter, still hot and fresh, as if just finished and waiting for his arrival.

He’d reach for his wallet, grab the needed mora, give it to the server, then walk out taking a small sip of the drink before heading for the Knights of Favonius headquarters.

His schedule cycled every single day; wake up, get ready, grab a Moonlit Alley, go to work, then go back home, and restart.

At one point in his life—or maybe not just one point but a few, he felt lonely doing it all by himself. To tell the truth, he has no one to come home to, so how could he change his life? Someone can’t just walk in and tell him with all their honest joy, “Welcome home, Kaeya.”

Though, he wished he had someone to greet him by the door. Anyone.

He sighed and dropped the feathered pen, letting it roll across the papers scattered in front of him as his elbows slammed gently onto his desk, and he let his fingers run through his already tousled hair from how many times he’s done this. It was thirty minutes before midnight, and the pile of paperwork didn’t seem to look any fewer than it was four hours ago.

The Acting Grandmaster and the Librarian, Jean Gunnhildr and Lisa Minci, just clocked out just from the sound of the Mondstadt Library doors clicking shut, following suit by multiple footsteps that, Kaeya assumed, belonged to the two and the knights that guarded the doors to the library. His office was just above the library, and hearing the main doors close made him want to have agreed to Jean’s request to clock out with her and Lisa.

His stubbornness outweighs his sense of self.

Outrider Amber and Eula Lawrence ended their shifts an hour before they did, as did Chief Alchemist Albedo an hour earlier than them, rambling on about to himself how he has his own research to finish back at his camp in Dragonspine. He came to pick up Klee just before and walked her to the house her mother, Alice, had rented for her. He waited for her to sleep, which took a whole three hours, and then he went to the snowy mountain after tucking her to bed and kissing her good night.

He told her, “Another day has yet to come, for both you and me” as he stared at her sleeping form like she was the younger sister he could have ever wished for. That was something Kaeya only ever experienced when he was a kid, when his father would tuck him and his brother into bed, whisper the great things they’d done today, and kiss their foreheads good night before, too, tucking himself into his own bed a room across theirs.

The memories of whatever it was he felt genuine love was lost in time.

He grabbed each of the scattered paper and brought them together, grounding them on the table before setting them aside. He put the feathered pen on top of the stack, and deciding that he was too exhausted to even lift another finger, he crossed his arms on his desk and laid his head on top, and he sighed.

Though the large window behind him had curtains to shade him from the moonlight, he could still feel the wind blowing strands of his hair onto his eyepatch. But with the black cloth obscuring his right eye’s vision, he had no problem with the wind’s disturbance to the odious side of his two-faced artifice.

He soon drifted asleep, just without the praising whispers and kisses good night.

[cebwrites]

Hello hello! Always nice to see more one piece x reader blogs 😎💕 would love to request Barto, Zoro and Kidd, if it's okay if not only Barto, reacting to a s/o (Gender neutral or female) who has a bad time experiencing their feelings for them so jn a spur of a moment thing they just kiss them and run away

hehe thank you for your request! things ended up getting really long so i separated the characters into different posts, enjoy everyone’s favorite chicken man on this one  💕 (although some parts i feel turned out to be a little ooc i got too into it to stop-)

Reacting to being kissed as a confession (Bartolomeo)

fem reader (Kidd and Zoro’s reactions) word count: 0.8k

He’s confused, very confused

The tiny wheels and cogs in his brain are turning but their movement is very delayed by the short circuits that are currently going on in his poor little rooster head

By the time he regains his grip on reality, you’re far away from the captain’s quarters but can still hear his enthusiastic clucking all the way on the deck - you can’t quite make out what he’s saying but you’re in no headspace to figure that out right now anyway

You consider making a dive for the water, the one place Bartolomeo can’t follow you, but decide on the girl’s quarters instead - which in all fairness was just a spare room someone had slapped the sign ‘gurl’ spelled with a ‘z’ on when you boarded this sausagefest of a crew, but it was the principle of it all!

You hear your captain’s boots approach the door alongside his loud wails of, “__-saaaan, please talk to me!!” and reluctantly eye the window, weighing the pros and cons of actually going through something like that

For the sake of preventing any broken bones and the fact that Bartolomeo’s river of tears from his initial reaction had started to spill over into your room from the other side, you swing the door open to yell at him that fine, you will, if he knocked it off already

Instead you find the man standing perfectly composed, if not a little snot-nosed, patiently waiting your response; the shout withers in your throat before you can even get it out

“__-san! You-” he beams, lighting up immediately and you quickly usher him into your room with a slam of the door - as dramatic as your captain can be, you don’t want the details of your love life televised to the entire crew, at least not this early

You could already sense Gambia peeking around the corner of the hallway with a handful of other busy-bodies and make a note to clobber the lot of them later, once all of this... emotional junk is out of the way

You turn back to Bartolomeo from the unintentional hole you’d been trying to put in your door from glaring at it, sat on your bed twiddling his fingers

Even if the first burst of emotion from the inciting incident had faded, he still looked plenty nervous, bouncing his leg and avoiding eye contact like a schoolgirl confessing to her first crush - only that in this situation, you’d been doing the confessing

He looked like a puppy like that, gosh, your big bad “gang-leader-turned-pirate-captain” was mush for the people he loved and you couldn’t stand it he was too damn cute

“Yeah, I like you. So what?”

You crossed your arms and focused on a particular spot of mold on the floor so you wouldn’t have to look at the way Barto’s grin split his face, already aware that you were red all the way up to your ears from the heat that radiated from your face

Needless to say, prepare for this man to be absolutely insufferable (affectionate)

You could be swabbing the deck as per your usual chores when he comes up behind you and quite literally sweeps you off your feet. You may or may not elbow him in the face out of reflex but he laughs it off anyway. You’re his girlfriend! His sugar plum, his sweetums, his honey nut cheerio, his chicken nug--

Yeah, nicknames will be part of this arrangement. No, they’re probably non-negotiable.

He’ll get up all in a shopkeeper’s face if he thinks that they’ve made a move on you (could be touching your hand to “prolonged eye contact”) and 100% be that “sorry i can’t go, mY GIRLFRIEND--” (but in a ‘head over heels i’m so FUCKING in love guys’ kind of way and not a weird ‘i hate my spouse’ kind of way, he’s just excited to spent time with you) kind of guy

If you’re uncomfortable with overt PDA, he’ll try his best to accommodate, but you have to be very stern and clear with him. Bartolomeo means no ill will and the last thing he’d want to do is chase you away by being overbearing, but he just can’t help being overjoyed that he of all people managed to catch the eye of such a neat gal. He mellows with time I promise, it’s just going to be very gradual and he’s not very subtle in the first place

Bartolomeo is probably one of the most embarrassing men on the Grand Line when it comes to showing affection to his partners, I’m so sorry for you but also he loves you and will be the LAST bitch to ever think about not saying that. out loud. for the whole world to hear.

If y’all were together during Dressrosa he would’ve announced that his fight at the coloseum was in your honor he’s so embarrassing omg congrats tho  💕

[ainri]

raw unfiltered admiration

song rec: pretty rave girl:S3RL

content waning:cuss words, mentions of explosives, reader is a new hunting dog, fem aligned, reader is in her early-mid twenties, characters are super ooc, not proofread at all and was written at 12:59am-2:53am

endearment: 1, 2

character(s): tetcho suehiro

the hunting dogs get a new member that tetcho takes a very specific interest in

💟💟💟💟

you had recently been transferred from the spy unit of the military police to the hunting dogs. why you may ask? your cover had been blown by a mere boy you knew from anti-terrorism.

after your identity got discovered by the mob you were with, you had to resign from the spy unit. they had an explosive shipping scheme going on where they were shipping explosives out to japan from canada. the problem was a powerful ability user at its' head.

you were willing to risk your life, but not your father's life. he didn't sign up for it nor deserve it, unlike you, that was unfair to him. him dying was a chance you just simply weren't willing to take. due to a private conversation that got leaked by that thing, your cover was blown completely.

you chose to return back to japan for the time being since a friend of your father had offered you a new job. your fathers friend's name was ōchi fukuchi. from what your father had told you, he was a man of many words and clearly likes the sound of his own voice. severely prideful in his colleagues endeavors, sometimes doing as much as to take credit for them.

just your surname and everything was given to you out of fear of what your father might do if you weren't submitted to. your father had been friends with fukuchi for around 20 years; they went to the same college together. your father went into politics, whilst fukuchi went into the military. the pair hadn't been speaking much until recently. it almost felt as if your father was hiding something from you when speaking of him.

the issue that you had back when you were in the spy unit was the fact that your father is a politician. all you ever heard was how you were weak (despite being the strongest in your group including the captain), and most likely didn't even have an ability. how "daddy's money" or "daddy's connections" landed your position as the co-captain of the spy unit. of course you never told your father all of this slander since you wanted these people to keep their jobs, and be able to provide for their families. nonetheless to not prove their point correct.

your father had told you about all of the members of the hunting dogs. as well as brief descriptions of their appearance, personalities, and abilities. again, he wouldn't want his precious baby girl to get played or fall in love with one of the boys already there.

you were headed to the hunting dogs quarters for your first day. theres no consequence for making your uniform a tad more fashionable...right? you wore a higher green skirt with your rapier at your side. along with the uniform top, and a longer cape.

you had walked in and saw a receptionist. she looked like she was in her early 40s or late 30s; she seemed sweet. she had mid length black hair and orange hued eyes. her name plate had the name chiyo fujisaki stated. while you were playing with your rapier handle trying to build up the courage to speak to her a loud bang erupted.

"NO TETCHO IM NOT GONNA EAT THAT SHIT. GET IT AWAY FROM ME." a shorter girl yelled out while falling through the wall. "but itll be good-" a deeper male voice had said while holding out a bowl of sugar and raw rice. you had then locked eyes with the girl first while she smiled at you and ran forward at you. "SHES HERE!! (name)-CHAN!!"

the girl had jumped into your arms. the man with her turning his body to face the two of you; instantly recognizing you. you knew this girl as teruko okura. " hi teruko-san!! " you said returning the same output of energy.

you then paused seeing the man you knew as suehiro tetcho pause and stare at you. gosh. your father did not warn you of how attractive he was. something about him just seemed to drive you over the edge. he had three distinctive marks under his eye, and messy dark brown hair.

" hello tetcho-san. " you had said reluctantly due to his uncomfortable gaze he was setting off at you.

he was truly at a loss for words while he stood there staring at you, admiring your beauty and delicacy. he gave you a look of raw unfiltered admiration " tetcho, (name)-chan's addressing you. answer mutt. " there was a moment of silence that had passed after teruko's rude comment.

" hello (name)-chan. " tetcho had said rather excitedly.

©2023 ainri; do not repost my work without credit or repost my work in a different language♡

[auradon-bore-a-don]

Up On The Lost Revenge

Pairings: Uma/Harry Hook, Harriet Hook/Anthony Tremaine

Word Count: 1,231

Warnings: None

A/N: Happy Holiday's @panthera-tigris-venenata, I'm your gifter for the @descendantsgiftexchange! I hope you like it, I've never written for Harriet, C.J., or Anthony Tremaine before so I hope they aren't too ooc. I ended up changing from my original idea that I messaged you on anon about but the characters stayed mostly the same. Enjoy!

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The sun had just started rising when Uma woke up in her bed in the Captain’s quarters aboard the Lost Revenge. Trying not to disturb Harry as she stretched, she slowly turned to lay on her back. Harry snuggled into her side, his left arm pulling her closer to his body, his face resting between her neck and shoulder. Uma waited for his breathing to slow and become even against her throat before she relaxed. Sleep was still hard to come by even now, a force of habit they learned from years on the Isle of the Lost. It didn’t matter if their parents were still trapped behind the barrier and the VK’s had been welcomed to Auradon, they still had trouble.

Uma liked these peaceful moments, when she could watch Harry be 100% relaxed. It was the only benefit of waking up so early, even if it was a habit from her days working at he mother’s chip shop. The slowly rising sun peaked through the curtains and light began to illuminate the room as Uma listened to the sounds of Harry’s breathing, the ship creaking around them. Uma snuggled closer into Harry as she closed her eyes, hoping to get a few more hours of sleep before getting started on the day.

Thud.

Uma stilled and her eyes popped back open. The Lost Revenge had always been creaky, even after it had been made sea worthy at one of the best shipyards in Auradon - Ben’s words not hers. Uma had insisted on keeping as much of the existing wood as possible, too many memories attached and too many changes would have made it feel like a different ship entirely. She loved the sounds it made, it was as if the ship had its own melody. This sound however, was not one she knew.

Without realizing it Uma held her breath, a talent she picked up years of swimming on the Isle. A useful skill when you could be attacked at any minute, though, there was much less risk of that now. She listened for any other sound, but only the ship’s song filled her ears. When it didn’t happen again, Uma let out the breath she was holding.

“What’s wrong, love?”

If it wasn’t for Harry’s arm around her waist, Uma would have jumped out of the bed and grabbed her sword. She had been so focused on the odd sound that she didn’t hear Harry stir.

“Don’t do that.” The hand not holding Harry’s arm going to Uma’s chest as she tried to catch her breath. “I heard something.”

Harry’s fingers idly started rubbing Uma’s side in a calming gesture as he pushed himself up with his other arm. “Do you want to check it out?”

“No, it only happened once, it was probably a fisherman on the harbor.” Uma turned to look at Harry hovering above her and brushed his hair away from his eyes. “It’s probably nothing.”

“Whatever you say, love,” Harry said before he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Then how about we-”

Thud! Bang! Crash!

In less than a second, Uma and Harry were up on their feet and racing through the doors leading to the deck of the ship, swords in hand. Bursting through the final door, they have their swords draw and pointing at the offenders of the noises. Gil and C.J. froze by the mast, eyes comically wide. C.J. holding one end of a giant bundle of tangled string lights, the other end wrapped around Gil’s feet and hands while he lay on the floor surrounded by knocked over boxes.

As the four of them stared at each other, the rest of the crew accompanied by Harriet and a very tired looking Anthony Tremaine appeared from the lower decks.

Uma is the first to speak. “What the hell is going on here?” Both she and Harry lower their swords as they stare at the sight before them.

Gil and C.J. glance at each other before C.J. gestures with her side of the lights, “Surprise!”

At the gesture, Uma takes the time to finally look around the ship, more boxes of decorations scattered on the deck and the railings of the ship haphazardly wrapped with garland. Gil, who at least appeared to look sheepish unlike his cohort, tried to stand but ended up tripping on the lights around his feet and settled on sitting up instead. Suddenly at a loss for words, Uma looks to Harry for any sort of explanation, being his sister after all. Harry meets her gaze and gives her a little half shrug, as if to say don’t look at me before addressing C.J. “What are you on about?”

Everyone else had joined them now, surrounding the two blonde's. Some looking through the boxes on the deck or at the wrapped railings while others waited for an explanation. Harriet dragged Anthony to stand by Harry and Uma, complaining under his breath about missing out on his sleep. C.J. just smiled at them, “When Freddie and I were in Cinderellasburg we saw the most amazing lights all over the city. People had decorated with a bunch of lights and all this other stuff and it looked so cool!” She was jumping around now, pulling things out of boxes to show as she told her story. “Apparently, its because its the holiday season and some people decorate so a big guy in a red suit comes and gives them presents! So I enlisted Gil here to help me.”

“We wanted it to be a surprise,” Gil said, trying to untangle the lights and set himself free before looking up and giving them the biggest puppy dog look. “Do you like it?”

Uma let out a small sigh, she couldn’t fault them for trying to do something nice. Especially when he was giving that look.

“It looks… colorful?” Harry said, throwing an arm around Uma’s shoulder. She elbowed him, just enough to make him let out a light grunt.

“It looks great, thanks.”

Both C.J. and Gil erupted in grins large enough to give the Cheshire Cat some competition. Uma motioned for Jonas to help untangle Gil and help him off the floor.

“So why did you decide to decorate so early in the morning?” Anthony asked exasperated, “Some of us were trying to sleep.”

“Technically… is it early if you haven’t gone to sleep yet?” C.J. pointedly did not meet the eyes of her siblings, especially not Harriet who looked as if she was going to drag her to bed. Harriet hissed out Callista Jane under her breath.

Uma stepped between them, hands raised. “Why don’t we all get a couple more hours of sleep then we all can decorate the ship?”

C.J. nodded her head vigorously, hoping to avoid Harriet’s wrath. Anthony pulled Harriet into a hug from behind in an attempt to either sooth her anger or prevent her from grabbing C.J. Uma wasn’t sure which. “I think that’s a fantastic idea. Don’t you agree, Harriet?”

Harriet reluctantly gave a nod and glared at her sister as Anthony walked them back below deck. Everyone else followed suit and started making their way back to bed. Uma led Harry and Gil back towards the Captain and First Mate’s quarters, stopping only when they heard C.J. called out.

“Can we also set a trap for this big red guy?”

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I have no idea how a pirate ship is laid out, so in my head where the Captain's Quarters is (under the ship wheel) was split into two rooms for Captain and First Mate but because Harry just stays in Uma's room Gil uses the First Mate's quarters.

[gayfanservice]

Its your favorite Demi here! I absolutely loved how you did the chaos duo poly request and I was wondering if you could do a part two where Kiyoko's brother becomes a manager too. Again I love the idea of over protective older sister Shimizu. Like Imagine they have a practice game/or at a tournament and shy little Y/n went to go and check if the team left something behind and a guy corners him and now you've got not only the chaos duo but big sis coming to the rescue! Also if you ever need any ideas let me know. I'll help anyway I can👍

Part 2s are always welcomed

Ooc Kiyoko whoops :P

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“(Y/N), you’re looking extra lovely today!” The two boys squealed at each other as (Y/N) passed them, laughing at their antics as he hopped down the bus’ stairs. Kiyoko glared at them, dragging (Y/N) away from the duo, their cries echoing throughout the valley, “Shut up!” The captain of the team scolded the two. The breeze flew past the siblings, a content look taking over as they carried the luggage towards the building the team would be staying at for training.

The siblings talked as the rest of the teams found their rooms, bags going in their respectable places, “Oh, I think my bag’s still in the bus.” The older of the two looked through the pile of bags, “I’ll get it,” (Y/N) set down his bags and made his way to the bus, “Thanks, (Y/N),” He hummed as he made his way to the bus.

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“Thank you, bye.” (Y/N) watched as the bus drove away, “Good thing the bus didn’t leave yet, hehe.” He let out a exasperated sigh before making his way back to the building, Kiyoko’s bag hanging on his shoulder. The wind gave a slight chill, neither too cold or unpleasant as he made his way back to the building. The sky was a beautiful shade as the sun began to rise, orange and yellow replacing the darkness.

The walk back to the building was short, nothing worth taking note of as (Y/N) walked back to Karasuno’s quarters, only realizing he had no idea where he was. (Y/N) forgot to ask where the team was heading, and now he was lost. Silly (Y/N).

A boy came into view. (Y/N) was having an internal debate whether he should ask for directions. He decided yes, as he would just become more lost without it. The walk towards this unknown person was dreadful, filled with cold anxiety as he mentally prepared himself to talk. Coming up to the guy, before he could say anything, the stranger leaned on the wall with a smug look, “Hey man, you look a little lost, need a hand?” Nope, nope, nope. (Y/N) did not like him already. “Uh, y-yeah. I’m, uh, with Karasuno and a little lost so…” he trailed off, wishing Kiyoko was there with him. She talked even less than him, but she was definitely better at it.

The stranger’s face faulted, his eyebrows twitched subtly as (Y/N) mentioned Karasuno. “Oh really? What do you do?” (Y/N) adjusted Kiyoko’s bag on his shoulder, eyes looking around for any way out. “Uh, stuff, manager stuff,”

“Oho, a manager?” The guy leaned closer to (Y/N), who stepped back.

“Yeah, do you know where they are?” Please just leave me alone. (Y/N) wished he had just gone the other way. Each second that passes, the stranger gets promoted; now he’s a weirdo. (Y/N) wished anyone from the team would pop out of nowhere and save him from this awkward interaction. The weirdo kept talking to him, not answering his question. “Dude, this is nice and all, but I really gotta find my team, so if I’m just… gonna… go.” (Y/N) slowly stepped away ready to turn around before the weirdo started up again.

“C’mon, man, they can probably wait a few minutes, nothing-” He suddenly stopped talking, his eyes wide as his collar scrunched up.

“Get. Away. From. My brother.” Kiyoko stood behind him, eyes glaring into his soul as she held him in a death grip. The stranger stuttered, a panicked look on his face as he stumbled.

“What? We were, just, uh, we, yeah okay!” The weirdo comically ran away with his metaphorical tail between his legs. Kiyoko hugged (Y/N), “Are you okay? He didn’t do anything to you, did he?” (Y/N) let out a sigh, happy to finally have his sister with him. He shook his head, handing Kiyoko her bag as they walked to wherever the team was.

When they returned, the two (lovable) weirdos immediately ran towards the two. Hearing about what happened, they acted like guard dogs, barking up a storm about how they would of kicked his ass if they’re were there. Kiyoko sighed, (Y/N) snickered, and Daichi was seriously considering kicking them off the team.

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This was mostly focused on Kiyoko cuz she deserves to be seen #kiyokosurpremicy