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anime-in-new-albion · 10 days ago

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Be Prepared ~ Leona Kingscholar

Summary: Leona is sick and tired of constantly being the second. Now, he's ready to reclaim what should have been his in the first place. And he can't do it without you.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1645

Warning: overdramatic Leona

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A/N: Inspired by Be Prepared from the Lion King

"Leona?" You call out to him in the botanical garden. If there was one place you were sure to always find the sleepy lion, it was the botanical garden. It was one of his favorite places to nap in, as it was perfectly warm and adequately shaded.

It didn't take you long to find him sleeping under a couple of palm trees, the fronds shading his face while the sun shone over his body to keep him warm. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep, not like the grumpy lion you knew and cared about. You almost wanted to leave him to rest, but you had important information to give him.

Gently brushing some hair out of his face, you whispered to him. "Leona? I have something for you. It's very important."

He groans in his sleep. "If it's not a kiss, I don't want it."

You sigh and press a soft kiss to his forehead. "There. Now will you wake up or will I have to splash water on your face?"

He lets out another groan before slowly opening his eyes. "Come to nap with me, or are you just here to annoy me?"

You hold up a letter under his nose. "Ruggie said this came in for you. He says it's an urgent letter from your parents."

Leona scowls, baring his teeth, as he snatches the letter from you. Sitting up, he rips it open with his teeth and unfolds the letter. "This better be important."

As he reads you watch his already stormy demeanor get darker. His grip on the paper tightens and a low growl rumbles out of him. You bite your lip before placing a comforting hand on his bicep. He doesn't flinch but he doesn't acknowledge the gesture either.

"They have some nerve sending me this." He snaps, balling up the letter.

"What? What is it?"

"An invitation back to Sunset Savanna for a big celebration of my father's rule and my brother's future reign."

"Oh." Is all you can say. You know how he feels about his family and especially his role as the second prince. His parents saw him as spoiled and selfish, while his brother saw him as unambitious and awkward. You wouldn't wish that kind of familial misunderstanding on anyone, least of all Leona. So for them to basically invite him to a party that would rub it in his face that he's nothing special, you weren't surprised he wasn't taking it well.

Leona scowls and leans back, hurling the letter into a pool of water nearby to disintegrate. "This is stupid. Why should I have to make some big appearance just because I'm a member of that so-called family? They don't care about me! They're only doing it to save face or whatever."

You sigh and gently run your hand up and down his arm in a soothing manner. You had no idea how you could begin to console him. He was right, the whole situation was unfair. But you also knew he would face severe consequences if he didn't go.

"I know." You softly reply. "I get you don't want to go, but you should. If not for your parents and your brother, but for your nephew. Cheka will be so disappointed if his favorite uncle isn't there to see him!"

He scowls at you. "I'm his only uncle."

"All the more reason you're his favorite!"

As he rolls his eyes, he crosses his arms over his chest. "Still. I'm not going just for that pipsqueak. I'm not going, period. And there is nothing you or anyone else can say that will make me go."

Well, he was right. You didn't have any right to tell him what he should or shouldn't do. But you also knew that things would not go well for him if he ignored this invitation like he was so adamant on doing.

"So there's nothing I can say or do that would get you to change your mind?"

"Nothing?"

You give a small sigh. "Well, that's too bad. You could have shown your parents and your brother just how fine of a King you could be if you went. But I guess you don't want to do that."

His ears flicked with annoyance, but you could tell there was some genuine curiosity with the gesture. "What are you talking about?"

You shrug and lean back, letting your finger trace in the sand below you. "Well, you know, Kings are expected to do all kinds of things they don't want to do. And they're forced to talk and mingle with the people of their Kingdom. If you went and did all of that, showing everyone just how charming you can be when you put your mind to it, well, your family would have to seriously consider you as a contender for the throne, wouldn't they?"

Leona looks over at you with a small frown. He looks like he's trying very hard not to believe you, but you could see in his eyes he wanted to see how far you would go with this. "My parents have already decided the heir would be Farena. I have no contention in becoming the next King."

"Perhaps not." You shrug, keeping your gaze steady with his. "But even if you aren't being considered as a potential heir, maybe you could show them how good of a royal you are. Maybe not King but some other title where you could shine?"

Your suggestion has him sneering at you. "You really think that would work? I've tried every trick in the book and nothing has ever changed. It's only Farena and his greatness, and then it will be Cheka and his greatness. I am nothing and no one to them."

"But why not try? It's not like you have anything to lose, right?"

He scowls and turns away from you. "It won't work. They don't care about what I think. They don't care about my vision for Sunset Savanna if I were to ever have a chance to lead."

"What is your vision?"

Your question causes him to pause. He glances at you from over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing at you. "Why do you want to know? Why do you even care?"

You give a small shrug, moving closer to him and giving him a hopeful smile. "I care because you care. I want to know because it's as you said, no one else wants to know. So I want to know. To show you that at the very least one person cares."

Leona stares at you for a good long while before sighing. He leans back again, takes a moment, and then begins to speak. "Sunset Savanna has a food shortage problem. Many of our poorest citizens often go hungry. I've been devising a plan to give everyone a fair chance at food to sustain them. I've got programs in mind for children to receive access to free food. I have ideas to increase trade with other Kingdoms to increase our import of food. I want to make it so no one in the Sunset Savanna ever goes hungry again."

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops a little at his words. He really did have this all planned out. You were impressed. For someone who didn't seem like they cared all that much, he really did have the best interests of the Kingdom in mind.

"Why don't you share that with your family? You have wonderful ideas, Leona! Surely your brother can implement those ideas when he becomes King?"

He scoffs and turns away from you again. "They don't care."

"Have you tried?"

"No..."

You scowl at him and give his forehead a flick, earning a hiss from the grumpy lion. Before he can yell in response, you yell at him first. "That's your problem! You haven't told them! I get you've felt inferior your whole life being in Farena's shadow and all, and I know you think they won't listen to you. But the least you could do is try! And if they still don't listen, then there must be something we can do on our own to help!"

Leona pauses again, a look of shock crossing over his face. "What do you mean by we?"

"I mean you and me." You give him a bright, encouraging smile. "I want to help! I love your idea, Leona, and I want to help you put your plans into action!"

A different, warmer look passes in his eyes, one that almost looks like gratitude and admiration, before it cools into his usual indifference. "You're just saying that."

"No, I'm not."

"You're being honest?"

"Yes."

"Swear on your life?"

"Cross my heart and everything." You make an X over your heart to further prove your point.

With a dramatic sigh, Leona throws his head back. "Why do I let you talk me into things? Fine. I'll go to the celebration."

You smile at him, and playfully punch his shoulder. "See? I knew you would come around."

He chuckles as he grabs your wrist. "On the condition that you come with me and help me present my ideas to my family."

You freeze at his words and feel all of the blood rush from your face. "A-are you sure you want me to go with you?"

"Didn't you just say you wanted to put my plans into action?" He raises an eyebrow at you. His gaze then drops down to his hand still around your wrist. "Besides, I want you to come with me."

You slightly hesitate before giving a small nod. "O-okay. Alright. I'll go with you."

Smiling, Leona presses a kiss to your cheek before whispering in your ear. "I knew you would come around. I hope you're ready for what you got yourself into because it won't be easy. Be prepared."

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kistnlads · 4 months ago

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𝙃𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍𝙎 (QP1)

Decided to post my brainrot/self-indulgent quick prompt on how the LIs handle MC's period... because, well, I’m dealing with the emotional rollercoaster myself right now...

After a long day at work, you step outside, only to find him waiting for you. Confused, you approach, wondering why he’s here, and he studies you intently before checking his phone.

It’s the first day of your period.

Xavier brightens (not literally) the moment he sees you.

“Hey. How was work? Are you feeling okay?”

You tilt your head, confused by his sudden concern. Before you can ask, Xavier glances at his phone, scrolling for a moment before looking back at you with a sheepish smile.

“It’s, uh… that time of the month, right?” His voice is gentle, almost hesitant. “I just wanted to check if you needed anything.”

Without waiting for an answer, he pulls a small bag from behind him. Inside are your favorite comfort snacks, a fluffy heat pack, and a bottle of warm tea.

“I wasn’t sure what would help, so I got a little bit of everything.” He rubs the back of his neck, eyes full of warmth. “And, uh… if you need distractions, I found a cute cat café nearby. Thought it might help.”

His concern is pure and unassuming, and he’s not teasing, not overbearing, just genuinely wanting to make you feel better.

Zayne watches you closely, scanning your face for any sign of discomfort. When you look at him confused, he sighs, as if expecting this reaction.

“You tend to forget to take care of yourself,” he murmurs, unlocking his phone and glancing at his notes. “It’s the first day of your period.”

You initially assumed it was just a regular stomach ache.

“You usually get cramps around this time. Have you eaten?” He states it like a fact, like something he’s committed to memory as part of his duty to take care of you.

Before you can even respond, he pulls a small bag from behind him—inside are heat patches, painkillers, and your favorite snacks.

“I don’t want you passing out on the way home,” Zayne says, voice gentle. “Come on, I’ll take you back.”

He doesn’t make a big deal of it. He just makes sure you’re taken care of. Because, to him, that’s what love is.

Rafayel doesn’t waste time with pleasantries. As soon as you approach, he checks his phone before speaking.

“You’re late.”

You blinked in confusion. “Late for what?”

He looks at you, unimpressed. “To take care of yourself, obviously.”

Without another word, he hands you a neatly packed bag. Inside is a precise selection of herbal teas, pain relief patches, and a carefully balanced meal.

“I researched the best remedies,” he states matter-of-factly. “And that is you should rely on me more.”

Well… it’s the closest thing to an admission that he worries about you... very much.

Sylus grins the moment you spot him.

“Took you long enough.” He lifts his phone, scrolling lazily before stopping. “Looks like I got the timing just right.”

You frown. “Timing for what?”

He slings an arm over your shoulders, walking you toward his parked motorcycle. “For me to kidnap you. Thought I’d save you from work misery and get you some comfort food.”

You halted him with a frown, and he released you.

“Don’t give me that look. I’m a very attentive man.” He crosses his arms, tilting his head. “You always get extra grumpy around this time, so I figured I’d do something about it.”

“I'm not grumpy—” Your words were cut off as he gently patted your head.

“I got a whole day planned… comfort food, bad movies, and all the attention you can handle.”

Before you can protest, he grabs the helmet and secures it on you, his usual cocky smirk softening just a bit.

“Don’t argue, sweetie—just let me spoil you today.”

He might play it cool, but the fact that he remembered your cycle down to the day? That says more than his words ever could.

Caleb holds up his phone, wiggling it between his fingers like it’s some grand reveal.

“Today’s a special day.”

You just stare at him, then he leans in closer, voice dropping into a whisper.

“Pipsqueak, don’t tell me you forgot again.”

You looked confused as he let out a low chuckle.

“Your period started, didn’t it?” His teasing grin widens when you gaped at him. “What, don’t look at me like that. I keep track of the important things.”

He tucks his phone away and steps closer, his hand ghosting over your lower back.

“I was wondering if you’d need me to carry you home. Or…” He leans in, lips just by your ear. “...if you’d rather be pampered in bed.”

You gave him a quick smack on the arm, earning a chuckle from him. Then, he ruffles your hair before slipping a warm drink into your hands.

“Drink up. I can’t have you suffering on my watch.”

Hope you all like it, and maybe it helps a bit with period stress and discomfort too! Which one do you like most, and why? Let me know!

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woso-dreamzzz · 1 year ago

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chara-cat5 · 19 days ago

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lads college au

hanging out pre relationship

this is a college au in a normal modern universe (ours). theres no evols. trying to keep it gender neural but fem leaning. at the very least afab mc/reader.

before y'all are dating or even really romantically interested. just buds. for now 👀

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caleb- mc/reader is leans more tomboy, probably has one or two older brothers. caleb is obviously an older brother.

it had been ages since you had last been to an arcade, your older brothers often let you tag along with them. them and caleb. and now your back here with said boy, laughing happily as you looked around the colorful room. caleb hummed softly as he stopped next to you, tilting his head to the side.

"where are we starting, pipsqueak?"

your gaze paused on the claw machine before going back to him, another laugh already rumbling in his chest.

"you always did like the claw machine. come on."

a wide smile took over your lips as you raced over, already picking out the cutest stuffies to try for. shoving in a few tokens, you got to work, a look of concentration taking over your face as you moved the crane. caleb watched, tilting his head to the side as you stuck out your tongue.

"get the apple one. it's in the perfect position."

"but he looks so grumpy. not cute at all."

you huffed but followed his direction, picking up the red stuffed toy. he pulled it out of the shoot, holding it in front of your face, mimicking its expression.

"how could you not like this face."

you could only laugh, rolling your eyes at him.

"well, i might as well get the green apple to match while we're at it, huh?"

the green one was harder to get, the claw picking it up and letting it slip. you leaned this way and that, trying to get the angle right. caleb helped too, giving a few tips. he even held up up for a moment to get an over view, his hands around you waist as he held back snickers. it took three tries but it fell through the shoot. you scooped up the smaller toy, tracing your fingers over the expression.

"now this one is cute. a much sweeter expression."

you held the stuffed apple next to your face, pressing your cheek to it as you mimicked it's face, fluttering your eyes goofily. he laughed, reaching over and ruffling your hair.

"okay, pips. if you say so. now how about we play that racing game i always beat you in."

"you do not always beat me! watch- i'll win right now!"

you huffed, shoving off his hand and leading the way to the game. he only laughed, following along.

"you're on, pips."

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zayne- mc/reader is used to sharing because they have siblings (2-5). he isn't cause he living that only child life.

the peace offering worked too well and now you were out getting more treats to share. zayne hummed softly as he looked at the shelf, his gaze stoic as he observed his many options. you could barely hold back a snicker as he oh so seriously considered the wall of treats. he glanced over, tilting his head at you.

"what is it?"

you shook your head, stepping closer to the shelves and grabbing a pack of cookies.

"nothing nothing. do you see anything you want yet?"

he shook his head, pointing down the aisle.

"i want macaroons but they're in the freezer."

you tilted your head, your hands holding the cookies lowering.

"well... its not exactly like we have a freezer in the library..."

you perked up after a moment, putting the cookies back and grabbing his hand.

"but i know where we can get some."

you tugged him along out of the grocery store, leading the way to a little bakery. he didn't fight or pull his hand away, just blinking at you with startled eyes. the bell rang out and the girl behind the counter cheerfully welcomed you.

"hello, welcome to brookie's cookies, how can i help you?"

"hello! can we get a dozen macaroons and six of your cookies?"

she smiled, nodding as she got to work on packing the order while you looked back to zayne.

"i went here with one my sisters when i first moved for college. they have really good sweets."

he hummed softly, looking up at the menu before looking back to you.

"thank you for showing me. freshly made goods are always better then store bought."

you nodded with a smile, excited to share the treats with him.

"anytime, zayne."

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sylus- sylus is older brother for the twins.

the twins were actually sylus's younger brothers. they were goofy and actually pretty funny when they weren't being little shits. the four of you were walking home from class, the twins arguing about something far too ridiculous to keep up with. you and sylus were a few steps behind them, red eyes tracking their movements. you hummed softly, tilting your head up at him as you bumped your hip with his.

"syyyyyy-lus. just a question, but are they always like this?"

he let out a low chuckle, turning his gaze toward you instead of the twins.

"if they aren't, it means trouble. it's either arguing with each other or pulling some prank or trick."

you huffed, narrowing your eyes at the back of the redheaded boys.

"what about telling them apart? you always seem to know which one is luke and which one is kieran."

"that's partly because i practically raised them. but, an easy tell when they aren't wearing those mask is their little birthmarks. luke's is on the left and kieran's is on the right."

you nod, tilting your head as you watched them.

"... wait, you raised them?"

your eyes went back to sylus, your eyebrows raised in surprise.

"i've always watched over them. our parents... they were busy people. so i watched them. it was just what i had to do."

your expression softened and he rolled his eyes.

"don't look at me like that kitten. i-"

"are a great big brother."

he paused at that, his mouth shutting as his eyes locked on you. your own footsteps came to a halt just ahead of him.

"you gave up your childhood for theirs... i admire you. i don't pity you if thats what you are worried about."

a beat of silence passed before he let out a warm chuckle, falling back into step next to you.

"you always know how to do the unexpected, kitten."

"boss!"

"little boss!"

you look ahead to see the twins with their hands on their hips just ahead.

"enough flirting!"

"keep up, lovebirds!"

your cheeks flushed as you charged at them. sylus just chuckled, watching you scold and chase them, his hands slipping into his pockets.

"guess they're done arguing and back to mischief."

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xavier- he's also giving only child energy.

after the first hot pot together, xavier became your regular eating buddy, taking time after classes to get meals together. he was actually a pretty nice guy. he knew lots of good places to eat and you had formed a sort of bond over food. today, it was this small ramen shop. apparently the owner was a friend of his grandfather or something so he got a family friend's discount. as you left with a full warm belly, xavier yawned, almost always tired after a nice meal like this. you let out a huffed laugh, tilting your head at him.

"you know, with how much you sleep in class, you'd think you wouldn't ever be tired."

he let out a huff, stretching his arms over his head.

"i can't help it. i get a full stomach and its nap time."

you hummed, nodding your head.

"fine fine. but that shouldn't mean you stay up late playing video games again."

he narrowed his eyes, a small smile tugging his lips.

"you could play with me and then you can remind me to go to sleep at a reasonable time."

"i'll play minecraft with you but only for a little bit. not late."

"thats the point. you'd keep me from playing too late."

you let out a huff, rolling your eyes.

"so i'm just making sure you stick to your bedtime?"

"hmmm... yeah. but we'd be hanging out still."

you let out a snort, bumping your shoulder with his before starting back toward the dorms.

"fine fine, dork. lets get going then."

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rafayel- he didn't really get a normal childhood. (this universe, his parents are rich and pressured him a lot, not giving him an opportunity to just chill. or maybe he's the oldest of a bunch of kids. over compensates the silly now).

maybe it was childish the way you two were giggling right now, but who even cares. after class you two had been walking around, ending up at an empty playground. it was too late for kids to be out so you two had the swings to yourselves. it had started as just a seat while you talked about whatever, but turned into a contest of who could go higher.

"rafayel, if you don't quit you're gonna go all the way around."

he huffed, smirking as he kicked his legs. before he go all the way around, he flew off the swing, yelping as he hit the sand. you followed, landing on your feet and moving over to him.

"ow ow ow! it hurts! it's broken!"

you huffed softly, kneeling next to him.

"i doubt it's broken, let me see, drama queen."

he flopped to the ground, laying back with his arm over his forehead.

"no, no, i'm dying. tell my story!"

he went limp and you let out a snicker, reaching out to poke his shoulder.

"if thats the case, can i have your fancy paints?"

he gasped, his eyes shooting open and shooting you a glare.

"i die and you just want my stuff?!"

he grabbed you by the shoulders tugging you down. you yelped, laughing as you two wrestled playfully. you huffed as you laid on your back gazing up at him, his hands on your shoulder.

"it's not my fault you have the good stuff..."

he huffed, flopping next to you and staring at the sky.

"if you want fancy paints, just ask. you don't have to wait for me to kick the bucket."

"you don't have to buy me paints, i was just joking rafayel."

"puh-lease, cutie. i have plenty of funds to blow, i can get you paints."

you huffed, rolling your eyes as you reach towards the sky.

"you don't have to. i really was just teasing raf."

he looked over, his shoulders relaxing.

"alright. i'll let it go... but if you need something, don't hesitate, 'kay? we're friends."

you smiled, looking over, bumping his shoulder with yours.

" 'course. we're friends. you can do the same for me. if you need something i mean."

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i struggled with xavier. i feared that is just gonna be the case since he is my least favorite (sorry star baby). i'll make a list of headcannons for this au later. just to explain a few thoughts. i'll also make a masterlist/ directional thing.

-chara <3

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magennta09 · 1 month ago

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Imagine teen Caleb being ur biggest supporter when you're on your period!!

Ur uterus started attacking you. Even after sooo many of these attacks, it still hurts like hell, and you SHOULD go to your gege to help alleviate the pain but you don't have the determination in you. Not even to go and change your panties, they are soaked anyway. Cramps took away all of your sense of decency.

But Caleb already has the Flo app on his phone for you, and he surely comes to your service, with breakfast ready in the kitchen and a pillow fort set up on the living room's couch for you to laze in. He knocks at your door and opens it and he jokingly cringes , saying something mean like 'Look who woke up and chose to be stinky and grumpy today lol'. It makes you throw a pillow at him spitefully. You miss, you almost cry.

Now that makes him feel bad! He didn't mean to make his best girl cry... So he includes in his care bundle for today a warm bath with that glittery bath bomb you like so much-fine- He'll let you play on his PC too, just don't mess with his progress, he'll pout.

He gathered you up in his arms with ease, (he loved showing off to you.) and took you out of your period nest down to the kitchen so he could fill that grumpy belly of yours and give you some advil.

"C'mon pipsqueak, these cramps got nothin' on you. You're a strong girl, yea? You're gonna get through it, I'll be by your side."

#lnds caleb #caleb #love and deepspace

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thatlongspringnight · 29 days ago

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Unrestrained Echoes (Caleb/MC)

Couple: Caleb Xia/ MC

Word Count: 3785

Content Warning: Smut, tooth rotting fluff, yapping, they are in a grave yard

Summary:

It starts off as a date idea, and a silly one at that - you’ve made it a tradition with Caleb, once a month you go and visit grandma’s grave…and then you take a detour to his.

Sometimes it’s just so you can stare at him, that you can realize there is nothing there, under that headstone, throwing yourself into his arms and letting him remind you that he is real, that he is alive and his heart is still beating under your touch.

And sometimes it’s so you can - very dramatically, mind you - talk to his grave, while he watches, snickering as you air your problems about him, to him, in front of him. He protests, every now and again, saying it’s rude to bring up grievances with the dead - but at the end you end up giggling, tugging at his cheeks, just so happy he is with you.

Tonight, it’s late, very late, and you’re watching a meteor shower. Sprawled out onto a comfy blanket, and curled into the crook of his arm.

You’d planned on watching from the balcony of your place, before Caleb reminded you the light pollution would ruin it.Then you had brought up going out to the country, but he had simply tutted his tongue and reminded you the last time you did this, you were kids, and it was with grandma.

And so to the cemetery you went, saying hi to her before he slyly remarked that his headstone is a better place to sit, with a better view of the stars.

“I thought you wanted to watch it with Grandma?” You elbowed him in the side, and he laughed, pulling you close.

“She’s here, we said hi, I think she’d appreciate the gesture.” He shrugged a little, already marching off towards his headstone. “And anyway, I can feel her glare any time we get to cuddling. She always wanted you to end up with ‘Doctor Zayne’.” And you had watched him mimic the fawning way Josephine used to talk about him.

“Grandma just didn’t…” You paused, trying to figure out the best way to say it. “She didn’t realize the depth of our feelings.” And you nodded to yourself - yeah that’s a pretty good way to put it. Better than saying that Grandma didn’t want you being in love with and having sex with the boy she raised as your older brother.

Oh well, you sighed. As much as you miss her, you know if she was still here…neither of you would have been brave enough to go this far. You shot an apologetic look towards her grave, before grabbing Caleb’s hand, entwining your fingers and swinging your arm.

And she would be happy you're both happy, you're sure of it. Caleb is taking care of you, like he always promised her…and now you get to stand by his side, you get to take care of him too.

“Why're you so quiet?” He murmurs, here in the present, brushing his lips against your forehead. “Don't tell me you're falling asleep, pipsqueak.”

“Not a chance.” You huff, shifting to look up at him, to catch his sweet - adoring gaze. The starlight makes his eyes almost shimmer, galaxies laid bare for you…and you alone. “I was just thinking.”

“Dangerous.” he snickers and you huff, swatting at him, just for him to grab your hand, drawing it up to his lips to press a gentle kiss there.

“Ugh, how am I supposed to be grumpy with you when you are so sweet.” And he grins, a wolfish flash of his teeth before pressing another kiss, just a little lower, to your wrist.

“You aren't.” He says cheerfully. “You're supposed to always forgive me, even when I'm being big dummy Caleb.”

“Where is your hundred-year forgiveness coupon?” You ask him, reaching to pinch his cheek, rewarded with the sweetness of his laugh.

You wish you could capture the moment of his genuine smile, of his sweet laugh - and hold it forever, keep it those weeks where he's gone with the fleet, or when you're gone on missions.

“There is that look again.” His smile shifts to something like concern. “When you're thinking of things that make you upset -”

“I just….ugh.” you shake your head, reaching to grip at the material of his shirt, letting your fingers slip under the fabric so you can nervously rub circles against his skin. “It sounds stupid because you're here , you're right here with me.” And you shift so that you're pressed as close as you can be to him, your leg hooked over his, and your hand over his heart, feeling the steady beat. Here he is, alive and breathing, and full of concern as he looks up at you. “I miss you.” You grumble, like admitting it is a chore. “Preemptively. You're here, but I'm already missing you, thinking of when we are apart again.” You don’t know how else to say it. “When you leave…when you aren’t here, all i can think about is this place. Where I thought you left me.”

“Pipsqueak.” And Caleb sighs softly, shifting you so you're sprawled on top of him, his arms around you. “D’you want me to tell you you should focus on thinking about right now, instead?” He isn't teasing now, he can tell your mood is serious. “or….D’you want me….to admit that i’m always missing you too. That….after I left, all I could think about was you, and how I had left you…How I had left you all alone.” There is regret there, even as He's gently stroking at your cheek with his thumb, and cradling you against him. “I think about you, about leaving you, and about coming back, down to the minute.” And his nose brushes yours as he kisses you softly. “And when we aren't together, all I want is to be with you.”

“Maybe it's because I'm staring at your grave.” You sigh, pressing your forehead against his. “I'm…I'm - I just feel like there will never be enough time. I lost you once, after all.” It’s a bit petulant, in the way you can be with him, as you lightly pound on his chest. “I can’t…I can’t lose you again.” And he sees right through you, you know it, sees past the childish fit, to the heart of it. To how terrified you are to lose him, to end up in a world where he is gone, where he won’t come back to you.

“I'm right here.” He reminds you, grabbing your hands, to bring to his heart, to feel it thrumming again, to feel the fact that he is alive. “I'm here now, and I'm alive, I'm with you.” His purple eyes are so soft, so sweet and you kiss him. Because you can, because he’s here, and he’s alive and he’s yours.

The miracle of it, that he would be with you, isn’t lost on you, and as soon as he lets your hands go, you are moving them to cup his face.

“Big dummy Caleb.” You mumble, and he pushes himself up, taking you with him. “Hey- “ and now his back is against his grave stone, and right behind his head you can see the picture of him, the one you picked to memorialize him…from his DAA graduation.

A picture you had snapped of him, looking so handsome, so happy. Before…before all this. Before the explosion, before the fleet, and before that damn chip -

“This is more comfortable.” His voice shakes you from your thoughts. “And I can hold you closer.” Which he does, squeezing you tightly, till you whine, the dark cloud above your head lifting just a little at his antics. “That’s better.” He whispers against your ear. “I just had to squeeze out a bit of your sadness, Now I need to find something to replace it with.”

“With Caleb.” You answer him, dropping your voice a little low. “I want you to replace all my sadness with you.” and your hands drift down his chest. He’s so firm, and so warm underneath your touch, and you can feel the pit in your stomach - where dread is being replaced with something altogether more…Carnal.

Its heat swirling just under your skin, a coil you badly want to break. The best way to be reminded that he’s here with you - when he’s buried to the hilt inside of you.

“You…” and you can see the way his Adam's apple bobs as he gulps, just a quick movement. Just enough to clue you in. “Here, are you sure?”

“Here…” and you lean forward, your mouth against his ear. “Should we put on a show for grandma?” You have no idea why you say it, but once it’s out, Caleb’s eyes are wide, and then narrowed, a heavy breath leaving his lungs as he grips at your arms.

Not painful, but strong. Strong and sturdy.

“That is…you are really something else.” But he sounds eager, wanting, like he always is for you. “Are you really sure?” “Ask me that one more time, and we will be going home.” You huff. “And not to…to do that either.” One of his worst habits in your opinion, it's like he can’t fathom just how much you want him, and how you want him…literally all the time.

“One of these days you’re going to have to just get over it and say the word.” Caleb snickers. “You’re a big girl, right Pipsqueak? You’re a grown up.” And okay, he wants you to fight him, you think to yourself, scowling at him.

“You - you think I can’t say it?” you ask him. “Seriously?”

“I mean…you still haven’t. Are you worried Grandma will hear?” He says, his eyes full of mischief. “Are you a coward - “ “I am trying to - to fuck you. Here, in a cemetery, at your grave.” You blurt. “Fuck, have sex with you, copulate, have intercourse, make love - “ and he silences you with a heated kiss, one of his hands tangling in your hair, pulling it free from the scrunchie you had keeping it up.

“You’re such a bad girl.” He teases, his breath so hot against your skin, you shudder. “Saying all those things here. In a cemetery! Who raised you?” and you gently smack at his shoulder. “She’s right over there, don’t be mean!” and it’s joking, a way to overlook the trauma of it all - at least for you. The more time passes, the more complicated you realize Caleb and Josephine’s relationship was. Both united in a love for you…and not much else.

“Stop thinking so loud.” Caleb is kissing you again, lips warm, and you grin when you taste the lip balm you gave him on them. “Focus on me.” He trails kisses along your jaw, then into the crook of your neck, his teeth sinking in a love bite.

“Ngh - Caleb -” it's a whine, soft and sweet for him. “Be gentle.” “We both know you don’t want that.” That timbre in his voice, God he makes you feel weak in the knees. “Always beggin’ me to be gentle, then demanding I be rough. You’re so bossy.” His hands slip under the cozy dress you had popped on for this adventure, meeting the pretty lace panties you were wearing. “What’s this? Did you plan this whole trip for mischief, Pipsqueak?” He asks.

“I know a certain Colonel of the farspace fleet likes to see meteor showers.” You very coyly raise the material of your dress, revealing what his hands are touching. “And I also know he likes it when I wear pretty lace panties.”

Before you realize it, he’s got you scrambling to grasp onto his grave stone, his fingers rubbing your clit through that oh-so pretty lace.

“Then you also know that the colonel likes it best when they’re soaked.” His teeth graze your ear and you shiver, the feeling of his firm chest pressed to your back making you almost as dizzy as the feeling of his fingers rubbing your clit. “Gonna make you cum in these - “ “So you can keep them?” You are panting, gripping at the cool stone. “So Colonel pervert can use them to get off when he’s on long missions?”

“Colonel pervert, eh?” You can feel his hard on pressing against your ass, and he’s shameless about it, bucking his hips against those panties. “That’s a new one.” and he is slipping your panties to the side just enough to slide his fingers into your cunt, to grind his palm against your clit.

“Ngh - Caleb - !”

“Nope, Caleb isn’t here right now.” He leaves another mark against your neck, this one enough to make your eyes roll back at the feeling of his teeth, of his mouth hot on your skin. “Just the colonel - punishing his naughty aide.”

“Does the Colonel want - hngh - “ and you shift, pressing your ass against his hips. “Does the colonel wanna fuck me for being such….such a bad girl?” and heavens above, the sound that leaves his mouth will haunt all your wet dreams from here on out. “Is that my punishment?”

“Haah - we need to work on your understanding of what a punishment is.” with every thrust of his crooked fingers, you feel stars burst behind your shut eyes. He knows exactly how to work you over. “Generally speaking the other person shouldn’t like them.”

“But I-i - oh - love it when you touch me.” You counter, your breath and words stuttering as you try to talk through what he’s doing to you. “So I guess you aren’t doing - ah - you aren’t doing a good job of punishing me.”

“You’re the colonel’s weakness.” Caleb’s words are softer now, even if his touch isn’t. “And Mine too. So I’ll always let you off easy.” Yeah, you think to yourself, trying to hold on for dear life to his literal gravestone while he fingerfucks you into oblivion - he isn’t exactly letting you off easy right now.

And the sound, you'd have the decency to be embarrassed from the squelch of his fingers inside of you if you weren't actively grinding against him, seeking out more - more of him.

“You -” he grunts, and he's bent over you, his free hand wrapped across your stomach, both to hold you closer and to keep you from falling over against the grave stone. but whatever he's going to say is lost as you clench around his fingers, gasping his name as you cum.

And he's always one to let you ride it out, his touch softening immediately, not keen on giving you more than you can handle before he's had the chance to properly handle you. As soon as his fingers slide out of you, you're whining, but it's harmless, just the feeling of the loss of him making you shift, circling your arms around his neck as you slam your lips against his.

You nip his bottom lip and he obediently opens his mouth, letting you taste the remnants of the apple soda you shared earlier, and the soft mint lip balm. he is panting when you finally pull away, his cheeks flushed, the soft sounds of his breathing making you fond. How can he….how can he make such pretty sounds?

“Caleb.” And your hands are grabbing at his belt, quick to undo it and shift down to the button, the zipper. “You drive me crazy, you know? Whenever…when you make those sounds. I just want to - you sound so pretty.” You decide against telling him you want to lock yourself in his room with him, and never leave his bed.

“Pipsqueak -” his cheeks have darkened, and he has to clear his throat. “You always say that -’

“And I always mean it.” You slide a hand up his cock, eager and not at all gentle, rewarded with a whimpered hiss, his hand grabbing your wrist.

“Rough -” he pants and you shoot him an innocent look from under your lashes. “Don't try and pretend you don't know what you're doing.” He says and you simply lick your palm, going to touch him again, just for your hand to drop to your thigh, his evol freezing you in place .

“Caleb -” but he's hoisting you up, met with your whining as he shifts behind you. “But I wanna see your face -”

“Nope. That's for when you're being a good girl.” And it's a fun little game you think, this banter between the two of you.

And you reach to grab the top of the stone, resting your upper body against it as you look back at him.

“I'm such a bad girl, Caleb, what are you going to do about it?” You grin, snickering as he groans, rubbing a hand across his forehead.

“Right now?” And he loops his fingers into your panties, tugging them down. “Right now I'm going to fuck you till you behave…or at least I'll give it my best shot.”

“Mm, I want a shot of you, Caleb - ngh!” Before you can even bask in your funny joke, he’s inside of you, all the breath leaving your lungs as your brain short circuits. He didn’t give you the usual slow slide, where he was sweet and gentle, but the burn is delicious like this, your nails digging against stone as you try to hold yourself up.

“Mm, it already made you quiet, at least.” His hold on your hips is bruising, and you hope it leaves marks - that it leaves his fingerprints to tide you over when he’s back in Skyhaven. You’re still sensitive from your orgasm, trying to muffle your sounds with your hand as he slams his hips into yours.

No mercy - that thought is hazy in your pleasure addled brain.

“Why’re you covering your mouth?” He asks, smug. “Are you worried someone will hear? Is it Grandma?” And you gasp at that, tossing a look back at him, just to catch his gleaming, mischievous gaze.

“Caleb! Ba~ad!” Every time he thrusts into you your breath stutters, a shiver working its way through you as he traces the curve of your spine with his fingers, pushing your dress up as he does.

“Caleb is bad.” He agrees. “Caleb is absolutely terrible.” He punctuates each statement with a - with a slam of hips against yours, his cock buried deep inside of you. “Caleb is the worst.” “C-Caleb…Caleb is the best.” You counter, eyes shut tight, your body just so full of him. “Caleb is my favorite.” It's stammered and stuttered and punctuated by whimpers you can’t control. “Ca~aleb!” and okay, you can’t help how loud you’re being, he isn’t leaving you a choice. The way he’s fucking you, the way he just…

He knows your body best, knows you best, knows how to leave you breathless and begging for him. His sharp, quick thrusts that fade into languid strokes only to speed up again, the way his hands roam your body, conscious of the places that will have you wiggling away, and those that will have you whining for more.

“I love it when you say my name like this.” He reaches an arm around your stomach, pulling you up. ““You should only ever call out for me, pipsqueak. Only I get to have you like this.” and now that he has you pressed against him, his chest against your back, you can turn your head, begging for a messy kiss he’s eager to give you.

All tongue and teeth and torturous desire. His free hand sliding up your dress to cup one of your breasts, fingers pinching gently at the nipple.

“Mmmph!” You whine against his mouth, pulling away just to look at the glistening trail of saliva that connects you to him. “Bully. As - As punishment, hurry up a-and make me cum.” and he gives you a little smirk.

“You keep forgetting what punishments are, I’m not supposed to enjoy doing it.” But he’s already shifting his hands so he can rub circles around your clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. “Your wish is always my command.”

Now he is everything. Your every thought, every neuron in your body tied to him, just to him, all encompassing and divine. You resonate with him, without even having to try, in this moment, your pleasure bleeding into his, so that you can feel him tensing, something that sounds like your name leaving his lips.

But you hardly hear it, hardly hear anything but the unrestrained echoes of your pleasure across the cemetery as you cum again, dragging him with you - the explosion of heat spilling from your core, till your thighs are dripping in him.

And you are sure if he wasn’t holding onto you, you’d be flat on the ground, face first in the blanket you brought, but instead, his hand is gentle as he grabs your chin, tilting your face up. “Look” He murmurs, pointing up.

You’re greeted with the meteor shower at its peak, streaks of light shooting across the night sky. You’re entranced, letting him gently maneuver you back onto the blanket, your panties disappearing into the pocket of his pants…after he cleans you up with them.

Then, once he’s fixed his own clothes, he's laying beside you, letting you gently play with his hair as you watch the universe’s mysteries unfold just above you, just for the two of you. “I was worried we’d miss it.” He yawns. “But look at us, we finished with perfect timing.” Caleb, your heart is fond, Caleb, always looking to the sky, even with his feet planted firmly on the ground. “Mmhmm.” You snuggle against him. “I could sleep here, you’re going to have to carry me back to the car, if I do.”

“I figured as much.” He chuckles. “As much as I would be happy to oblige, I don’t like the idea of you falling asleep on a grave, Pipsqueak.” and he’s gently coaxing you to watch the stars, hoping the flashes across the sky will hold you enough to keep you awake.’Even if it’s my grave.” “Well, then you shouldn’t have made me see stars before there were stars to see.” You attempt another bad joke, rewarded by him groaning, laughing as he calls you corny, letting the two of you fall into comfortable silence.

“Is it all you hoped it would be?” Caleb’s voice has gone soft and sweet, unaware that your eyes are on him, not the stars. “Better.” You try to memorize the shine in his eyes, the childlike wonder and hope as he looks up at the night sky. This is your favorite version of him, when you both feel safe, when you’re together. “More beautiful than I could have imagined.”

#love and deepspace #lads #lads caleb #caleb xia #lnds caleb #xia yizhou

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holylulusworld · 8 months ago

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Pipsqueak & Grumpy (2) - Flufftober 18

Summary: Logan and you. A match made in...

Pairing: Wolverine (Logan Howlett) x Plussized (short) Reader

Warnings: grumpy Wolverine (you know him), sunshine reader, plus-sized reader, flirty Wolverine, implied smut

A/N: Please consider that I write for the taller version of Wolverine from the movies, not the comics.

Catch up here: Pipsqueak & Grumpy

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

You whine and tug at Logan’s wrist. “You promised that you'd try to have more fun and to be open for suggestions. No more grumpy face for today.”

“I promised to leave the mansion more often. I did not agree on sitting at a café and sipping tea like a grandfather,” he grumbles under his breath while staring at the tiny cups they serve at your favorite café.

“I hate to break it for you, but—” you giggle and pat his thigh. “You are a grandfather, baby. You’re older than the professor. Not that I’d mind, Wolvie.”

“What? I—” He growls low in his throat. “If we weren’t in public, I’d bend you over my knee and slap your ass until you’d beg me to stop.”

“Aw, I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” you run your hand over his thigh. “You’re manly and have lots of experience in life. I like it when you talk about the past.”

“The parts I remember,” he huffs and glares at the tiny cup again. “Why do they only have tiny cups? The cup looks like my hand is about to eat it.”

You giggle again. Logan can be funny if he wants to. “That was funny! See, you made your first joke of the day.”

“Pipsqueak, I wasn’t joking,” Logan grumbles. He hates the tiny cups and the fancy atmosphere. Your boyfriend (or not boyfriend because he still hates to put a label on your relationship) likes the simple things in life. “These cups are tiny. No one can even hold them.”

“I can,” you pout and look at the cup in your hand. “See!” You lift the cup, making Logan chuckle.

“Of course, you can hold it,” he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “Because you’re my cute little pipsqueak.”

“Hey, I’m not that small,” you bite back before sipping at your cup. “It’s not my fault everyone else is taller than I.”

Logan smirks that irresistible smirk he reserves only for you. He looks you up and down and hums. “I can’t deny; I love that you’re my tiny pipsqueak. I can just carry you around and pin you to the mattress.”

“Logan,” you tut, and look around the café. “Not so loud. What will people think if you say things like that?”

“They will know,” he whispers in your ear, “that I love to do unspeakable things to you anytime and anywhere, pipsqueak. They’d love to hear that I make you scream my name all the time.”

You feel the heat creep into your cheeks. “Logan,” you murmur his name. The last thing you want is for anyone to know you turn into a babbling mess for your boyfriend.

“Sorry,” he flashes you a smile and cups your face. “You’re just too cute when flustered, Y/N.” Logan presses a quick on your lips, smirking when you eagerly kiss him back. “My sweet pipsqueak still gets all hot and bothered when I talk dirty to her.”

“Logan!”

Logan moves his hand to your thigh, squeezing hard. “You wanted me to have more fun, didn’t you?” He purrs your name while moving his hand between your legs. “How about we pay for the tea and have some fun in the backseat of my truck?”

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#wolverine #wolverine x reader #logan x reader #wolverine x you #plussized reader #Pipsqueak & Grumpy (2)#kinktober vs flufftober 2024 #wolverine fanfiction

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kakushino · 2 years ago

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Hullo fabulous writer! If you're still taking requests, could I beg kindly for a Genya x female reader? While I would love an NSFW with him, I understand if you would prefer not to. I love the boi so much and he needs love!

Fuck me

Shinazugawa Genya x Fem! Reader

He thought you were a boy. He was wrong.

Horny thoughts took over, sincerely sorry this doesn't have more plot

orz

Tags: sex pollen trope, first time, exhibitionism (kinda? they're alone in the forest tho) Word count: 1,3k

Masterlist

You had met during training under Himejima.

Him, a kid hurt and hurting, and you, a runaway trying to find a place to go on in.

Genya was confused why you had a separate room from him in the sanctuary but he reasoned it had something to do with your past, and given his own, he wasn't about to pry.

You bonded over the brutal training Himejima put you through.

Sitting under a waterfall for hours brought you closer, shared misery from the cold and the aching muscles forging a friendship based on silence, on gritted teeth and on wet hair. Both of you had to shave most of it off as it took too long to dry, and the risk of catching something was too high. More than once, you'd stripped off your tunics and huddled close to share your warmth.

That was before either of you hit puberty though.

You had learned Total Concentration Breathing from Himejima, where Genya was unable to do so. That sent you to the Final Selection a year earlier than him - and while you came back victorious, you also came back with a bandaged chest. You never took them off in Genya's presence. It was alright; if he could, he'd also hide the facial scarring he had.

A year went by and he joined you in your journey as a demon slayer, the pair of you traveling together, training together, eating together. You would sometimes get irritable, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Everyone has a grumpy week here and there.

Despite your closeness, there was still a wall between you - you never went to the onsen together, you never slept in the same futon, even if sharing one would be easier, and you each did your own laundry.

Years passed.

The demon you faced today was elusive. That was all there was to it. It ran to the forest and hid in the mist, the air smelling like overripe fruit as you trudged through the flowers growing from moss.

Genya had his gun out and loaded, you held your katana ready, both of you covering each other's blind spot. The darkness of the forest made your hunt crawl at snail's pace.

In the end you didn't find the demon, it found you.

With a screeching laughter, it launched itself at you, you barely blocked its claws with your blade. The force of it knocked you off balance, and you fell to the soft mossy flower bed, clouds of white mist spewing up from the ground, the tumble making the demon roll off of you.

A gunshot rang through the forest. A few soft steps.

"Are you alright, pipsqueak?"

You groaned, a strange heat spreading from your lungs outward, the strange sweet scent overpowering. “Just fine. I-” Then, it hit you like a landslide.

You cried out, oversensitive and overheated. You rolled onto your side, sheathing your katana. Your binder chafed against your nipples, sending electric shocks to your pussy, and you knew you were soaked in seconds. “Fuck-!”

“What’s going on? Hey-”

Eyes unfocused, your hand brushed against the flowers you were laying on when you tried to get up. It was the damn flowers. A fog as heavy as the flowers created settled over your mind in that moment.

"Fuck me, Genya," you rasped out in desperation. You had tears in your eyes as you clumsily tried to unbuckle your belt, kneeling now.

He was staring at you wide-eyed, arms raised in a placating gesture. "But, we're both men." A flush took over his face, and his breathing deepened. He’d also inhaled some of the pollen.

You froze momentarily. "Genya, I swear to god-" You finally undid the belt, and ripped open your jacket, being a little gentler with your shirt. "I'm a woman."

His flushed face became even redder, this time it was him who went as still as a statue. But despite that, there was an incessant need crawling under both of your skins. The aphrodisiac made you stop undressing to paw at his clothes instead. You needed him.

"Fuck, get naked. I can't go on much longer-!" You tugged his purple tunic off, undoing the buttons of his jacket as he hesitantly reached for his belt.

“Are you-?”

“Yes! Now, strip!” you gave up on his shirt and just undid his belt, pulling both his pants and underwear off. Tsk, as if you wouldn’t be sure. Not sure when molten rock flowed through your veins and urged you to be faster, to find something to fill the emptiness, to stop the heat, to-

Genya’s world was spinning. Not only because of you manhandling him in ways that made his dick throb, nor because of the fog you’d both inhaled, but because he just found out his best friend of years and years was in fact a woman.

How had he been so blind? You pushed him onto his back into the damned flowerbed that rocked his world. How had he not noticed? He grabbed your hips and pulled you against his aching cock, dry humping against your covered cunt, the feeling so good but not enough.

“Genya~”

“Fuck-”

You moaned his name so prettily, he needed to hear more, to feel more of you, he needed-

You rolled to the side to tug your pants and panties off. As fast as you disappeared off his lap, you re-appeared and now it was your wet cunt against his cock and it felt so good he never wanted it to stop.

If you continued for much longer, he’d cum before he even got to be inside of you. “[Name], I-” he was about to tell you so, but you only raised your hips a little and lined him up to your entrance. His hands gripped your thighs in a bruising hold when you started to sink on his cock, both of you moaning in sync as you felt a small amount of relief.

You didn’t hesitate and started a pace of rising and dropping down, quick and messy. Each time your ass met his thighs, you felt like screaming; it sent shocks of pleasure from your tummy outwards, your pussy kept fluttering and tightening as you chased the ecstasy you needed.

Genya was struggling to hold out. Your snug cunt was too divine - the first time you sank down, he was about to lose his mind. He could do nothing but take it, hips bucking up to meet you erratically, as desperate for his pleasure as you were for your own.

Who knew sex felt this good?

This was better than his own hand by far.

Before he knew it, he cried out, grabbing your waist and slamming you down onto him, spilling deep inside of you, making you groan in turn. Genya cursed like a sailor, gritting his teeth.

He may be finished but you weren’t.

You dug your nails into his arms so he would let go of you. When he did, you continued your desperate movements.

Genya keened like a wounded animal, overstimulated. “Wa-wait-! I can’t-!”

“You have to-!” You stared at him as you rode him through the pain and pleasure; his face was red, eyes glazed over, lips open and a little bit of drool gathering at the corner of them, tears streamed down his cheeks. You could not stop, would not stop. It felt too good to stop.

“Ngh-” He clenched his eyes shut, clawing at the moss underneath him. This wasn’t how he imagined losing his virginity.

One hand braced on his shirt-covered chest, you slipped the other to your clit, trying to get off quicker.

You were riled up enough that one, two, three tight circles on it made you shatter.

You threw your head back, muscles taut, pussy milking Genya’s cock for all it had left. Your ears rang, someone was whimpering, someone was whining, you didn’t know who did what, you just collapsed onto a warm chest, arms wrapped around you as you trembled in post-orgasmic bliss.

“That was… something,” Genya panted out, hands rubbing your back as you tried to catch your own breath.

“Thank gods- hah- that you killed the demon, ugh, before this hit, huh?”

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House Party

All the Love and Deepspace LI’s are close to you, and if you’re having a party, you’ve got to invite all your friends, right?

A/N: I watched Caleb’s New Years memory a few weeks ago & my brain latched onto this idea. I know we aren’t dating all of them in the main story, but my queer poly self can’t help but want all my handsome men in the same room. This is self-indulgent & mostly unedited. This is so long. I’m so sorry 😂 No smut.

Characters: Sylus, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb, Xavier, & MC with a little bit of Tara, Simone, and your other hunter co workers.

Warnings: crack, casual drinking, ooc bc obviously, jealousy, pre-relationship, fluff, kinda silly, references to main story and memories, MC is a hugger bc I am a hugger. Painfully oblivious MC. Fem reader. Some smoochin. I did my best but I haven’t written fanfic in over a decade so I’m rusty.

Music filled your living room, something pop-sounding and bright as you nursed the drink in your hand. You wondered if you made a mistake inviting all of your friends to your party tonight. It was a small get-together, not meant to be a big deal. You worked hard the last several weeks, and with your last mission now over, all you wanted was a fun, relaxing night with all your friends.

Unfortunately, Fate seemed to have other plans. You told Zayne about Caleb being alive and well shortly after the incident in Skyhaven, and all you legally could about what transpired there. You expected a little bit of tension, before the childhood friends spent time catching up. You didn't expect this. Zayne's typically neutral expression turned into something almost violent when he looked at Caleb. Caleb appeared to return the sentiment as he, in turn, glared at Zayne. Your friends stood on opposite sides of the room and glared daggers at one another.

Xavier appeared beside you, his voice low as he glanced between the two grumpy men. “These are your childhood friends?”

"Yes!" You smiled brightly and took Xavier's arm as you dragged him toward Caleb. "I should be a proper host and introduce you."

Xavier placed his warm hand over yours at the crook of his arm as he followed you across the room. Zayne's observational gaze weighed on you as you moved.

“Xavier, this is my best friend, Caleb. Caleb, meet my partner and neighbor, Xavier! I’ve talked about you both so much it’s time you met,” you said.

Caleb glanced down at Xavier’s hand over yours. How close you stood to him, and the way Xavier angled his body, ever so slightly, between you and Caleb. Caleb's eyes narrowed. “Partner, huh?”

Caleb's sour tone brought your free hand down on his bulky arm with a light swat. “My work partner. Don’t make it weird, Caleb.”

“Someone has to look out for you, pipsqueak. Not everyone is trustworthy.”

“I agree. As partners, we have each other’s backs, both in and out of missions,” Xavier said. “I keep an eye on her, and she keeps an eye on me.”

You clung tighter onto Xavier's arm and smiled. “Exactly! I’m not all alone here in Linkon, you don’t have to worry about me too much.”

Caleb huffed as he took a slow sip of his beer. The conversation was already slipping away like smoke, so you rushed into a rant about the video game you started playing recently. You partially hyped it up, and partially asked for help with a particularly challenging fight. They both played games with you from time to time. Maybe sharing in their common interest with each other would allow for some sort of understanding to bridge between them.

Caleb distrusted every male friend of yours you made after you got into your teens. His nature was to protect you, and you understood that. Xavier wasn't the easiest person to trust in the best of situations because of his mysterious, intense, and quiet nature, but he was a good man. You saw him almost every day, either at work or in the lobby of your apartment building. Both men were important people in your life, and you wanted them to get along. Especially if Caleb truly wanted to spend more time in Linkon. You could see it now: game nights in your living room, and all the other games you could try with an extra player.

You spoke until you ran out of breath, but neither man said anything. They were locked in, staring at one another with a strange intensity you couldn't quite place. You opened your mouth to fill the silence, but Zayne's warm hand landed on your upper back. "Y/n, Caleb. It's good to see you both again."

“Zayne!” You dropped Xavier's arm and gave Zayne a soft hug. "I'm so glad you could make it. I've missed you these last few weeks."

Zayne smiled, just a little, and hummed. "I do prefer you uninjured, even if it means I see you less often."

“How often are you getting injured?” Caleb asked, his voice sharp.

“I’m a hunter. It happens.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m sometimes wait too long before dodging out of the way.”

“Which is why you have me,” Xavier said.

“Yes. I’m very lucky to have you, my partner and human shield.” You nudged Xavier in the side, and he chuckled softly.

“I do advise her to be careful, but you know how good she is at listening,” Zayne said.

Caleb huffed a half-laugh. “You mean she doesn’t listen at all?”

“Exactly.”

The tree of them dove into stories about your inability to listen. The times you outright ignored their guidance and the consequences that followed. Your countless impulsive and slightly irrational decisions, your ill-thought out plans, and your nasty tendency to overwork yourself at the expense of your health. You smiled through the gentle call-out of your friends, because at least the glaring stopped.

A knock at the door gave you an easy exit from the conversation, so you all but ran to the door. Tara met your eyes from the kitchen, her brows raised with a clear question. You mouthed “later” to her as you opened the door.

“Hey cutie,” Rafayel said.

“Raf!” You brought him into hug, then took the bottle of wine from his hands. “I didn’t think you could make it.”

“Puh-lease. You should know if I had to choose between some dinner I didn't want to be at or seeing you, I'm always choosing you.” He winked, and you giggled like an idiot as you showed him in. “Don’t tell Thomas that I came, and we’ll be good.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you said. “I’m going to take this to the kitchen. Help yourself to snacks, mingle! Everyone here is a close friend of mine.”

“But I’m your favorite, right?” Rafayel asked, his sunset eyes wide.

You giggled and placed a hand on his shoulder. You didn’t want to ruin his mood, so you said the only acceptable answer. “Of course you are.”

He preened under your confirmation and followed you into the kitchen. You poured him a drink, and Tara watched, wide-eyed from the corner with Simone. She waved you over, so you put the wine in a bucket of ice and came up to your friend.

“When did you become friends with Rafayel?” Tara asked, her voice little more than a sharp whisper. “More importantly, why didn’t you tell me!”

“It was after I did that mission that involved one of his paintings. I did some work for him, and then we started hanging out.” You shrugged. “I didn’t tell you because it didn’t seem like a big deal at first. I knew I'd introduce you both eventually!”

“What about the other three? Aren’t you and Xavier…?” Simone asked.

“They’re all my friends,” you said simply. You had a close relationship with all of them for various reasons. You hung out with them all when you had the time. Sometimes you visited the arcade to add to your ever-growing plushie collection, sometimes you stopped by the cat café to drink coffee and play cards, and other times you went and got lunch or a sweet treat with them. Nothing you did with them was out of the ordinary.

“Right,” Tara said, almost dismissively. She dragged her eyes to a spot behind you and you turned.

Caleb, Xavier, and Zayne all glared at Rafayel, who sipped his drink by the counter. His eyes were intently focused on you, and he winked when you caught him staring. You cleared your throat, calling everyone's attention as you closed the distance between you and Rafayel. Your arm snaked around his and you held his hand as you introduced him to your friends. You used the same introductions as you had before.

Caleb, your best friend, Zayne, your childhood friend turned doctor, and Xavier, your partner. You introduced Rafayel as your employer turned close friend, and emphasized once again how happy you were that everyone you cared about could make it. Well, almost everyone.

You had ten hunters in your house, including Xavier and you. You told Sylus this when you invited him, because while you would love to have him come by, you understood if he couldn't make it. He annoyed the shit out of you sometimes, but you liked that about him. He became important to you over the last several months, and you breathed easier when he was around. Not that you'd tell him that, of course.

Tara and some of your co-workers already met “Skye the fruit vendor” at the karaoke bar, but you weren’t sure if he wanted to push it. After all, his looks weren’t exactly inconspicuous.

As if your thoughts summoned him, one knock: hard, high, and sharp resounded on your door. You opened it and stood high on your tip toes so you could pull him into a hug. “Skye! I didn’t think you’d come.”

“Of course I’d come, sweetie.” He hummed and presented you with the finest platter of fruit you’d ever seen. Vibrant berries, juicy artistically-cut fruit, and hard-to-get items were all perfectly displayed on a fine platter. “I’m late because I had to prepare this.”

“You didn’t have to bring anything, but thank you.” You led him inside and Tara waved at him from the kitchen. “Hey Skye!”

Sylus greeted her and your other co-workers who recognized him from the karaoke bar. He fell into conversations easily, and you smiled. The tense energy in the air dissipated, and things seemed to be looking up.

You poured yourself another drink then you fell into the center of the couch. Rafayel plopped down beside you, complaining about how he lacked inspiration for his current painting. He pouted, rolled his eyes, and dropped three hints before you offered to join him in his quest to gather inspiration the following day.

Caleb sat crossed legged on the floor between your legs, rested his head on your knee, then looked up at you with the widest, saddest puppy dog eyes known to man. “I thought we were going to spend the day together tomorrow, pips.”

“You could come along.” You rested your hand on his chest and patted him gently. “You’re always saying how you want to get out of the house when you’re here. The fresh air is good for you.”

“I don’t need two bodyguards, cutie,” Rafayel said, his tone aloof.

“Fair enough. Maybe I’ll spend the morning with you and then I’ll come back around lunchtime.” You leaned down toward Caleb. “That should give us enough time to try and get the new plushies at the claw machine before you head back to Skyhaven. I'll let you keep our winnings this time.”

Caleb opened his mouth, but it fell closed once Sylus took the spot on your other side. Sylus rested his arm on the back of the couch, the heat of his skin filling the gap between his arm and your shoulders. “If we’re making plans, do you want to go for a joyride tomorrow night, kitten?”

“Kitten?!” Rafayel and Caleb both echo the word, the cringe clear in their voices.

“I can’t believe you let the fruit man insult you like that, cutie. Cats are evil, vile creatures. One tried to eat us, you know.” Rafayel crossed his arms and huffed.

“I’ve never heard a grown man say that word seriously when speaking to a woman.” Caleb wrinkled his nose.

“As if pipsqueak is any better?” Sylus drawled. “It’s a compliment. She's just as cute and twice as sharp, aren't you Y/n?”

You took a sip of your drink to hide the subtle blush on your cheek. “It depends on who you ask.”

Xavier circled the room and stood directly in front of you, an adorable pout on his face as he crossed his arms. “So, no hot pot dinner tomorrow?”

“We can go after work on Monday,” you offered, and Xavier’s pout only deepened.

“Your schedule is quite busy,” Zayne said as he settled in the armchair, his eyes sharp as they traced over you. “Make sure you’re getting enough rest. Doctor’s orders.”

“I’m fine,” you waved your hand dismissively. “I like spending time with my friends, even when my schedule gets hectic.”

“I’ll put her to bed myself after we get back from our ride. Don’t you worry about a thing, doctor,” Sylus said, his fingers twirling around a strand of your hair.

“I have a key, I can see her in. You don’t need to trouble yourself, Skye,” Xavier said, his voice tense.

You opened your mouth to diffuse the tension brewing between Xavier and Sylus when Rafaeyl's whine broke through the air.

“You have a key to my studio, and I don’t have one to your house? I thought we were friends, cutie.”

“You’re so dramatic. I didn’t think you’d want a key to my place since I usually come to you,” you said, your brows furrowed.

Rafayel crossed his arms, and huffed. "It's not fair. I want one."

"I'll make you one while we're out tomorrow, okay? Just warn me before you stop by since I might be out on a mission. I don't want to keep you waiting," you said.

"You shouldn't give a bunch of strange men keys to your house, pips." Caleb spoke the words through gritted teeth. “I should be the only one with a key.”

"First, Xavier is my upstairs neighbor and my partner in countless life and death situations. He's saved my ass countless times. Second, Rafayel is my friend. Like Zayne, and Skye, and you. Third, you'd have a key, too, but I'm still mad at you." You bapped Caleb on the head, not hard, but enough to prove that you were serious. "I'm not going to hold it against you, but you need to keep a track record of good behavior before I give you one, mister."

"This story ought to be good," Sylus said, his voice low. Almost dangerous. "What did dear Caleb do to you, sweetie?"

“Yes, I’d like to know too,” Xavier said as he narrowed his eyes at the man on the ground.

"It's nothing too serious. Caleb and I are protective of one another. Sometimes that leads us to stupid decisions. Like, locking our best friend in the house for a few days. None of you like it when I do dangerous missions, and Caleb hates it the most." You patted his chest in a soothing motion. "He means well. He protected me a lot growing up, but obviously, I can protect myself now."

Every set of eyes in your apartment narrowed on Caleb. The men on either side of you went deathly still. Zayne knew, of course, and he reacted much the same way when you told him. You hadn't brought it up to Xavier, Sylus, or Rafayel yet, though, and you wondered if you should've told them at all.

“I can attest to this. Caleb has always been protective of our Miss Hunter, and we all know the situations she gets herself in,” Zayne said, his cool voice easing the tension before it boiled over.

“Hey!” You pout. “I don’t need any of you to protect me. I’m perfectly capable.”

“You are, that’s why I picked you as my bodyguard.” Rafayel laid his head on your shoulder and hummed softly. “I always feel safe with you.”

You giggled and rested your head on Rafayel’s. “Even when I bring you to the cat cafe for kitty cards?”

“I know you’ll protect me from those evil little creatures,” he hummed.

“I’ve seen first hand how capable you are, kitten. Wanderers don’t stand a chance when you’re around.” Sylus placed his hand on your thigh, and fabricated a story where you protected him from such a creature. In reality, he protected you, but you weren't going to correct him.

“Work on your reaction time, then I’ll worry less.” Xavier glared at Sylus’ hand on your thigh. “You got hit hard yesterday because you weren’t paying attention.”

“There were five of them and only two of us. You don’t see me mother-henning you about the injuries you took trying to shield me.” You huffed.

“I wouldn’t mind if you did,” he grumbled.

“Zayne and Skye are the least dramatic out of all of you." You got up with a sigh and poured yourself another drink. Zayne and Sylus both chuckled as the other three rebutted your claim.

“I’m not dramatic,” Rafayel huffed and crossed his arms. “I’m passionate.”

“Of course you are,” you cooed, trying to hide the giggle in your voice.

“I’m always calm,” Xavier argued, his blue eyes wide. “How can you call me dramatic?”

“Sure. The pout on your face right now isn't dramatic at all. Right?” You raised a brow in challenge and Xavier’s pout deepened further.

“It's my job to worry about you,” Caleb said. “It’s not being dramatic if I have a good reason to worry. Which I do.”

You rolled your eyes and ruffled his hair as you sat back down between your friends. “Yes, yes. I'm lucky to have you all, but try not to worry about me. I have a good partner, a good doctor, and good friends. I promise I'm fine.”

“Y/n is one of the best hunters on our team,” Tara said. “That’s why Xavier and her get all the dangerous missions.”

Four sets of eyes all turned to Xavier. You gave a long-suffering sigh and laid your head back on Sylus' arm. You hadn't realized how protective your male friends were over you. It was almost sweet, how much they cared for your well-being, but you wondered if bringing them all together was a mistake for the second time.

Bubbly, drunk Tara redirected the conversation to lighter topics, and the atmosphere shifted once again. You gave her a grateful smile as she brought everyone back into the light atmosphere you'd hoped for.

Drinks and conversations flowed easier after that. Snacks were had, cupcakes, fruit, and pizza. You played a few party games on your console, and that eventually devolved into karaoke on your TV. Sylus was booed off the imaginary stage quickly. Zayne only sang because you asked him to, and you bribed him with macrons. Xavier made you sing a duet with him, but you forgot the words halfway through and it ended with giggles and a very confused Xavier. Caleb made you sing with him too, a song from your childhood that you loved. Neither of you were good, but you had fun. To no one's surprise, Rafayel won the game. His singing voice was so beautiful the song he sang brought everyone to tears. He was so talented, and so beautiful, it was a little unfair.

The night drew to a close after that, and you saw your hunter coworkers out to their cabs, watching over them and making sure they got into the correct ones before sending them on their way, with promises from them to text you when they got home safe. Zayne followed you out, munching on a cupcake as you waved goodbye to your friends.

“I could’ve driven a few of them home, you know.”

“I already feel guilty keeping you out so late.” You wrapped him up in a tight hug. “Thank you for coming.”

“I look forward to spending time with you,” he whispered in your hair. “Work gets in the way too often.”

“It does. I'll make sure to stop by your office for lunch next week. If I miss you, I’ll leave a note for my favorite doctor.”

“Is that all I am to you?” Zayne asked, his voice soft.

“Would I invite you here if you were?”

Zayne planted a gentle kiss on your forehead, and your heart flipped under his attention. “Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight,” you whispered as he walked toward his car.

You returned to your apartment. The sight and sound of Rafayel and Sylus singing a pop duet about yearning for a lover's attention was loud in your living room. The song was one that played everywhere for several years, to the point of annoyance. Caleb and Xavier sat on the couch, both visibly cringing at the off-key harmony Sylus tried to add. Wincing, you turned off the TV, and thus the background music, before your ears bled.

“Do I need to call a cab for you two?” You asked.

"If I give you my biggest, prettiest puppy eyes will you let me stay, my wonderful, amazing, strong Miss Bodyguard?" Rafayel asked, said big eyes coming out.

"If you want to snuggle with Caleb on the couch, sure." You shrugged. "He's tall, though. Takes up the entire thing."

“It’s not the most comfortable place to sleep,” Sylus added.

"You've slept on her couch?" Caleb's attention snapped to Sylus, a look that promised murder on his face. You went to intervene, but Rafayel grabbed your hand and turned you to face him.

“I can sleep next to you, cutie. Like we did on that trip. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior!”

Caleb stopped mid-step. Sylus' red eyes scanned Raf up and down, a curious look on his face, and Xavier went still. As one, the three men gave you a look. You covered your heated face and coughed to hide your blush.

“There was a mixup with the hotel. Rafayel was the definition of a gentleman,” you said.

“If anyone is going to sleep next to you in bed, it’s going to be me.” Caleb stood and threw an arm around your shoulders. He all but dragged you away from Rafayel, then dropped his voice so only you would hear him. “I don’t trust anyone else to keep their hands off you. We’re all drunk.”

“I’d have to move all my plushies to fit one of you in my bed. It's late, and there are a lot of them, so the bed is mine and mine alone.” You slipped out of Caleb’s hold and hurried over to the closet, pulling out a sleeping bag. “The other option is the floor in a sleeping bag.”

“As generous as your offer is, sweetie, I’ll head home. Will you see me out?” Sylus asked.

“Of course! Raf? What do you want to do.”

“I want the couch,” Raf said.

“I get the couch. She prepared it for me.” Caleb crossed his arms.

“You two have fun figuring that out. Come on, Skye.” You said as you opened the door.

Sylus dutifully followed you out with a casual wave to the other men, then his hand found the small of your back.

“You have quite the interesting taste in friends, kitten. I didn’t think I had so much competition for your attention.”

“What competition?” Your brows drew together. “I care about all of my friends.”

“I don’t know if I’ve overestimated my worth to you or if you really are that blind,” he said, his tone bland.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you said. "I have a lot of friends, but that doesn't make you any less important to me, you know. I can't decide if I trust you or not, but I breathe easier when you're around."

You froze with a wince . Damn it. Did you really just say that? Out loud? You were more drunk than you thought. Sylus froze too, then looked down at you. An unreadable expression settled on his handsome face. Regaining your composure, you left the elevator and he stumbled out after you. His enormous hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you around to face him. “Say that again.”

“I breathe easier with you around,” you said, your voice soft.

The easy, confident face you associated with Sylus broke into something softer. Warmer. It wasn't something you'd seen from him before, and you forgot how to breathe. Sylus was a gorgeous man -- all your friends were beautiful people -- but the way he looked right now? Criminal. It was downright criminal to be that stunning.

Sylus' hand came up and cupped your cheek, and your eyes fluttered closed at the warmth of him. When you opened your eyes, he smiled at you and you swore your heart raced so hard he could see it through your shirt. “We’ve come a long way, haven’t we?”

“We have,” you said.

Sylus’ red eyes focused on your mouth as he brought your hand to lips. He kissed the back of your palm, soft and sweet, then he let you go. “I’ll see you tomorrow night. Eleven o'clock.”

“See you tomorrow,” you said.

Sylus got on his bike, and the sound of something falling took your attention. Xavier stood on your balcony, his expression downright murderous. One of your patio plants had fallen from the table beside him. Xavier blinked down into the parking lot, and you had just enough time to grab his wrist before he chased after Sylus.

"Xavier?"

“A fruit vendor? Really?” Xavier growled the words. “You let him kiss you!”

“Skye is my close friend. Kissing my hand is a thing he's always done,” you said, keeping your voice calm.

"Do you let all of your friends kiss you? Sleep next to you in bed? Touch you however they want?"

"I'm an affectionate person, Xavier."

"Why don't you touch me like you do everyone else?"

The tension in your brows softened and guilt washed over you. You rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb. "I can be a lot for people. Not everyone likes to be touched, so I wait until I have their consent before I let myself be the clingy, snuggly creature I am. I assumed you were like that. I've seen you dodge out of the way of casual touches countless times."

Xavier closed the distance between you until only a breath separated you. He took your wrist and dragged you inside, to the elevator, to his floor. The moment you stumbled into his hall, Xavier's mouth found yours. He damn near devoured you in a kiss, clutching you tight against his body, leaving no space between you. When he pulled away, you were both breathless.

“Does that clarify things for you?”

You were dazed, but you nodded. “I think so.”

“All of your male friends want the same,” Xavier said. “I don’t know how you don’t see it.”

“Now you sound like Caleb." You dragged Xavier down the hall to his apartment. “It’s not like that. Get some sleep, okay?”

Xavier stilled, his muscles tense. You waited for whatever words he wanted to say to come out, but none did. He nodded once, then vanished into your apartment. Your lips burned with the lingering heat of his kiss, and you wondered if he'd remember this in the morning as you made your way back to your apartment. You were both drunk, after all. You couldn't decide if you wanted him to remember or not. You worked together. Certainly blurring those lines was a bad idea?

You opened the door to a very serious game of rock, paper, scissors between Caleb and Rafayel. Raf won the round and cheered, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet apartment.

“I get the couch!”

“Fine,” Caleb groaned. “I’m going to go change. Have fun sleeping in that.”

“I have a big tee and sweats that might fit you,” you said to Rafayel.

“You’re the best, cutie,” he said.

Caleb grumbled as he made his way to the bathroom, something grumpy-sounding under his breath. You rolled your eyes and ran to the bedroom to grab the clothes you mentioned. The door to the bathroom shut, and Rafayel appeared in your doorway, a soft pout on his pretty face.

“Are you sure I can’t sleep next to you? Your best friend looks like he wants to kill me.”

“He will try to kill you if he finds you in my bed.” You passed Raf the clothes, then cupped his cheek in your hand. His sunset eyes closed and he nuzzled into your palm, and his soft, content sigh brushed over your skin. “I’m protecting you, you know.”

He pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist, then sighed. “Fine. You need to get normal friends, cutie.”

“If I had normal friends, we would’ve never met,” you said.

"We would have," he whispered. Before you could ask what made him so sure, he took a step back. "Goodnight. I'll see you in the morning."

“Night,” you said as you closed the door behind him.

You laid back in your bed, your mind reeling. Xavier insisted they all wanted you, and you found yourself wondering if it was true. Did all five of them actually want you like that? Did you want one of them in the same way? All of them?

Your insides hurt just imagining all of them, but you couldn't stop thinking about it. All five of them could barely have a civil conversation that shared your attention. If your body was involved? Yeah, you weren't sure you'd make it of that. Your thoughts circled around that as you got ready for bed. When you crawled in beside your countless plushies, you fell into dreams that showed you exactly what that arrangement would be like.

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I wrote this in a haze driven by cold meds and an idea that wouldn’t leave. Should I write MCs dream smut?? Rank my ideal 3 way combos??? Raf x Sylus x reader??? Lmk!

#love and deepspace #l&ds x reader #lads x reader #lads xavier #lads zayne #lads rafayel #lads sylus #lads mc #lads caleb #l&ds rafayel #l&ds xavier #l&ds zayne #l&ds caleb #l&ds #l&ds sylus

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sweetbunpura · 8 months ago

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Chekas also there somewhere. Big ol family snooze.

Yes, Cheka will get grumpy when his mom and Yuu aren’t there. Yea that means Leona’s gonna pick Yuu up and drag them to also nap in the sun. It’s called family bonding

Leona: Herbivore!

Yuu: What?

Leona, picks up Yuu by the back of her thighs: The pipsqueak ain't leaving me alone unless his auntie is there too.

Yuu: ... Who told you to pick me up like this?

Leona: You did. You told me to stop throwing you over my shoulder.

Yuu: Yeah, cause I said I would knee you in the stomach with no hesitation if you did.

#twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #yuu homura #upendi #thorn answers

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flipphone01st · 1 year ago

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PLEASE write the mafia 141 idea you posted🥺I'm in love with the idea so much already!!!

Mafia 141/Bartender reader- Part one

Johnny🧼

Mostly Johnny/reader in this fic, because ive decided to split this up into different parts that will focus on different characters Like part 2 could focus of Gaz/reader.

Warning: not proof read, bad joke, swearing, alcohol and smoking, Johnny is a lil shit, and pushy, poorly written accents, (if I forgot anything that could have a warning let me know )

this is literally my first time actually writing a full fic so it's probably mediocre, FEEDBACK AND CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS GREATLY APPRECIATED. Other then that I hope you enjoy :)

Stupid uncle, stupid debt, stupid bar. You hated this, but you suppose its your own fault. If only you had just closed the door when your uncle showed up at your door begging for help because he had gained massive debt to one of the most infamous crime bosses in the city... Johnathan Price...if only you had just said no and didn't drive your ass down to Price's club and demand to speak with him, didn't try and bargain for your uncle...maybe then you wouldn't be forced to work for the bastard...

Two hours...thats how much longer you'd have to spend standing behind this bar. You swear to god, if other drunk yells at you you'll shove a jigger down their throat, and your 'coworkers', if you could even call them that, weren't making your life easier. If anything they were hellbent on making it worse. "Yer lookin' a bit peely wally." Johnny chuckles while cleaning a margarita glass, it was just him today, said Kyle was off doing something for Price, you didn't want to ask what.

You glance up at him, eyes narrowing in confusion and slight annoyance "..huh?"

"Means you look like shite." He clarifies.

You sigh and stand up, nudging an empty box away with your foot "thanks... asshole." You grumble. He chuckles and raises his hands in mock surrender, "Awe come on, I'm just funnin' with ya. You look fine, a wee bit red in the face, but that's it." He grins, you didn't hate him, he could actually be quite hilarious sometimes... sometimes...You roll your eyes. He laughs and takes out a cigarette, lighting it up. "Ya want one?" He offers.

"no...I thought price didn't like us smoking around the drinks.."

"Aye, he doesn't." He shrugs, taking a drag of his cigarette. "but what ol Pricey doesn't know won't kill em."

"mm.." your nose scrunches in disgust at the smell. you take a small step away, not wanting the smoke to settle on your clothes. He blows smoke out the side of his mouth, away from you "yer no fun ya know that?" You scoff, "pft..I can be fun.", while crossing your arms, and leaning back against the bar with your lips shaped into a slightly grumpy pout. "Oh?" He chuckles again, leaning back against the bar himself "can ya? Let's see, tell me a joke."

you think long and hard "uuuuuuuuuuuh..ok I got one. What do you call a fake noodle?" Johnny squints his eyes "...what?"

"....an impasta..."

"..."

"..." You're both silent, completely silent.... just staring at each other...

"..." Johnny sighs "that joke was dogshite."

Your shoulders slump forward in defeat "I know." He chuckles, "Well at least yer aware." before taking another drag of his cigarette. before looking at you with the most smug grin you've ever seen "but that also just proved my point...yer no fun, pipsqueak."

"Pipsqueak?" You raise an eyebrow as your eyes narrow

"Yeah, you heard me. Yer a wee'un." He teased, god you wanted to whip that stupid grin off his equally stupid face. "you're not even that much taller than me."

"I'm seven inches taller than you." He points out.

"...nuh uh.."

"Fuck ya mean, nuh uh?" His eyebrows furrowed as he tries not to laugh, on the other hand, your brows furrow in annoyance. "I mean, nuh uh."

Johnny chuckles, and places his hand on top of your head. He then leans down, the tip of his nose almost brushing yours "dena it alllll ya want..." His eyes were locked with yours, the faint smell of cigarette smoke almost making you recoil in disgust. he leans even closer, you try and lean back but you're stopped by the bar. "...yer still a pipsqueak!" then ruffles your hair aggressively.

You slap his hand away, glaring at him while fixing your hair. "Jerk! Don't do that again." you grumble, and to make matters even worse, you feel your cheeks heat up a bit. "Awe, someone's all hot and flustered now." He smirks, giving you a small jab with his elbow "c'mon now, I was just joking around, relax."

You groan softly and roll your eyes, pushing him away and walking to the other side of the bar, trying to find anything that you could use to ignore him. Johnny grins, quickly putting out his cigarette and following after you "see! that's exactly what I'm talking about. Such a grump...don't tell me yer so boring that ya don't even like a bit of harmless flirting?"

"go away, Johnny." You don't look up from the drink you were pouring for a costumer "Aww, c'mon. I'm just tryna lift yer spirits." He wraps his arm around your shoulder "you like me don't ya?" He grins, not expecting a positive answer.

Your eyes widen and you move out from under his arm "no." Was your immediate response, your voice stern. Johnny grins wider and moves to stand right in front of you, leaning right up and practically invading your personal space. "Don't lie to me now. I bet ya daydream about me, don't ya? About all of us? Me and the lads, hm?"

Your face goes red "what?" He grins, almost deviously "you think I haven't noticed the way ya seem to float off into lala land while staring at me or Kyle work? When Simon's gotta rough up some jackass? Or even when price is literally just in the room with ya? Don't try to dena it, pipsqueak...just can't keep us all out of yer fantasies eh?" His hands slide their way onto your hips, he didn't seem to care about the bar patrons laughing and ooing, some even getting annoyed that the two bartenders were flirting with each other instead of enabling their alcohol addiction.

Your brain felt like it was short circuiting, it had become uncomfortably warm. If you were a truther..you'd admit that despite hating these four men...they were kinda hot. But you're a god damn liar and you'll be one till the day you die! "i-i!..no..no way!.. you're crazy! There's no way in hell id ever like any of you like...that.."

"Mm...sure... I'm definitely crazy." He leans even closer, his voice a whisper as he presses his body into you, the two of you basically chest to chest "...crazy about you." He leans down to try and steal a kiss, you're eyes widen comically large but thankfully before you could even react the gruff voice of Simon makes Johnny freeze just before his lips could graze yours "That's enough, you two 'er supposed to be workin, not swapping spit." He glares at Johnny, you didn't notice it but there was a slight hint of jealousy in his dark eyes... you didn't notice, but Johnny sure as hell did.

Johnny quickly backs up from you, and then looks at Simon with a smug grin on his face "Jeez... Yer no fun either, Si. We were just messin' around." Simon stares him down, not breaking eye contact with Johnny for a good two minutes, until finally letting out a deep sigh "just keep it outside of work..." then glances at you, "Price said you're free to go for today.."

You nod "uh..thank you." You awkwardly stutter, still trying to process what just happened and understand how it made you feel... were you embarrassed? Very. Were you necessarily uncomfortable?... strangely enough...no, you weren't uncomfortable. Simon nods then walks off into his little office behind the bar, Johnny watches him go, then his gaze wanders back over to you "Sooo, ya gonna head off then?"

"yeah.." you answer, somewhat shyly. Johnny nods, a quick look of disappointment on his face before he masks it with a smile "alright, then...have a good night, pipsqueak." He shrugs playfully, and begins walking off to serve a poor bastard that had been trying to order a drink for the past five minutes. ".. you too, Johnny.." you mutter while walking out from behind the bar to towards the break room to get your stuff and finally leave....what a weird ass day...

END OF PART ONE. Please let me know what you thought

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