#SERIOUSLY PROTECT YOUR PUPPIES' SENSITIVE EARS

[switch-puppygirl]

protect your puppy from the fireworks this new year's eve!!

you see, loud noises can make your puppy really scared and stressed. make sure to set up a place with lots of distractions like pillows, their favorite stuffed animals, and a hard dick thrusting inside them so they won't pay attention to anything

[demon-girl-2004]

How would these monkeys react if their S/O kisses their hand or their ears? because they are really adorable

I love the idea of this

Gender not specified

Romantic

Kissing their ears

Nezha rebon sun wukong

“Ah! Hahah! Babe that tickles!!! What are you doing!! Hahah!” He placed a hand over his ear as he watched you attack his other ear with kisses, you pulled from his ear and looked at him “I am giving you kisses silly!” He laughed and pointed to his lips “but my lips are right here!”

Monkey king RB

“H-hey!! What are you doing?! Wh-hey! Did I say stop?!” He’s so confused when you come up to him and start kissing all over his ears. He does try to get you to stop at first but then you explain what your doing and makes you keep going. “Next time don’t just jump me like that! Tell me what you’re going to do!…..yes I like it! Jeez!”

DOTA2 sun wukong

“*chuckles* easy there, their sensitive don’t cha Y’know” at first he was a bit shocked that you even thought about his ears but he doesn’t mind it one but especially when he’s stressed and needs a distraction. The only thing is you gotta be gentle because they are sensitive and extremely fragile. “ You really like my ears don’t you, I am not complaining! It’s just cute”

SMITE sun wukong

“What-what are you? Oh my ears,- hey! That’s tickles!” He doesn’t mind it as long as it’s you and your not trying to distract him from anything. He’s a very busy person and he needs to focus but when he has the time he doesn’t mind a few kisses on his ears.However kisses on the ears can’t be compared to kisses on the lips in his minds “Alright How about lips next? Yes?”

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS sun wukong

“What-what and you-hey! What are you doing?! Hahaha!” He’s extremely ticklish so if you do this to be romantic or something it’s just gonna end with laughing his ass off. Like seriously his so ticklish around his ears it’s almost not funny. He understands what you’re trying to do and sometimes he’s able to hold back his laughs “seriously tho that tickles a lot, hey about he stick to regular kisses for tonight huh?”

LEGO sun wukong

“Awww peaches you're too sweet with all of these kisses!” He loves it, he absolutely loves it, he feels so spoiled and pampered! It’s like giving a puppy and extra treat! It’s great to him! He’ll start purring and his tail will Start swaying it’s almost like he’s back in heaven seriously! “Y’know I love these kisses! How about you give me a few more juts for good Measure yeah?”

LEGO macaque

“Woah-what are you doing???” He doesn’t like them at first, his very protective of his ears and for good reason too. But eventually he warms up to you and ends up loving it! I mean like he purrs- and really LOUDLY and his tail sways and he holds you close while you pepper his ears with kisses. He loves kissing your lips but he may just love you kissing his ears more “Your too much my starlight, your kisses are so sweet too me”

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[astaroth1357]

Hello I really love your writing. I’m glad that you decided to open requests for a bit. I have a personal headcanon that the boys are a lot nicer to MC then they are to everyone else. Could you do a headcanon of the boys being out with MC and they are talking with MC happily. Then a lesser demon sees them with MC and says that the seven brothers have gone weak and they aren’t scared of them anymore. Thank you again!!! 😖 (Also the way you write Levi is great)

Aww thank you!! Levi's kind of my favorite character (if that hasn't become painfully obvious) so I try to write him well, you know? This one was a little hard for me to write because I just have a hard time imagining Asmo and Beel as something intimidating to the masses, but I tried my best! I hope you like it!

Lesser Demons Think the Brothers have "Gone Soft…"

Lucifer

If anybody had something to lose by acting sweet on a lowly human, it was Lucifer. His entire image was built on the back of power and intimidation, so really who didn't see this coming?

He knew there were whispers… Mostly in the RAD hallways. Students would see him with the MC and gossip amongst themselves… 

"Did you see them together again in the courtyard?"

"How did some random human even score a pact with him??"

"And I used to seriously look up to him, too…"

He'd always silence their chitchat with a well placed glare, but this was a symptom of something more… troubling. A decay of his social image if you will.

Perhaps it speaks to how well and truly enamored he was with the MC that this proud creature didn't just dump them the second he started looking bad, but still… a part of him really couldn't stand for this...

So maybe it was a blessing in disguise when he finally got an excuse to establish his superiority yet again!

He and the MC were walking the halls of RAD after school hours and they had just made an amusing joke at the expense of of his brothers. Unfortunately, Lucifer collided into a lesser demon student while he was laughing…

On most occasions, he would have expected someone of such station to pay him deference then offer an apology - they had just ran into Lucifer after all - but the student just scoffed at him!

Lesser Demon: "Oi! Watch where you're going, Lucifer! Or were you too busy sucking up to that human to notice?"

This… was maybe not the best response to have (if the "Oh shit" look on the MC's face was any indication) but for as annoyed as Lucifer was, he was also somewhat delighted.

Finally, he had the perfect messenger for just how cruel he could still be!

Lucifer: "MC, feel free to go home without me for now and tell my brothers to save my dinner for later…" *starts pulling out his favorite rope with a cold, but pleased, smile on his face* "I have a feeling I'll be home late tonight..."

The MC left him and his unfortunate victim to their fate and Lucifer later came home in the night with his uniform in a bad need of cleaning...

A new body decorated the RAD entrance hall the next morning - swinging from the ceiling and making an awful mess on the floor - but still alive enough give a very important message to the rest of the students:

"Lucifer hasn't changed a bit…"

Mammon

So, not even lesser demons see Mammon as some kind of high-ranking badass… 

Just to be clear, he is, but it’s hard for him to come off that way when he's begging for his next Grimm... Then enter MC into the picture and he somehow lost even MORE cred.

"There goes poor Mammon… Did you hear he got tricked into a pact?"

"Just look at him nipping at the human's heels! How pathetic is that??"

"Well that's Mammon for you… What a shit excuse for a demon."

Like Lucifer, Mammon wasn’t immune to the whispers, but unlike his brother he was able to push them mostly out of his mind. People look down on him? Yeah, what else is new?

To be honest, he didn’t really feel the need to prove anything to a bunch of lesser demon losers… But insulting his MC takes things a step too far.

He and the MC were out at the Devil's Coast, "enjoying" some of the haunted house attractions and generally having a good time…ish. 

Any time they managed to make it out of one, the MC would have to peel Mammon off their back and hold him to assure him they were back to safety (a process he seemed to like enough to repeat the horror that precedes it).

It was during one of these calm down sessions that the two were accosted by a couple of snickering lesser demons, clearly looking for a fight…

Lesser Demon 1: "Hey look! There's the 'Great' Mammon and his little master!"

Lesser Demon 2: "Guess the master fits the demon… Of course someone like Mammon couldn't even score a pact with Solomon and gets stuck with the weakling!"

Lesser Demon 1: "Well how's the babysitting going, Mams? I bet you can't wait for them to kill over, can ya?"

Lesser Demon 2: "Careful! With his luck, they'll probably get eaten by the end of next week! Haha!!"

Now… an important thing to know about Mammon is that you can fling all the mud and stones you'd like at him… but never at his MC. That's just asking for a bruising...

Mammon: *smiling like usual, but his eyes are practically burning with rage...* "Yo, MC… I'm gettin' a little hungry. Can ya go find us a snack over there? I'll meet ya in a bit…"

MC: "Mammon, are you-?"

Mammon: "Don’t worry 'bout me, babe." *takes his glasses off and flashes a fanged grin* "This is'a piece of cake."

And indeed, it wasn't difficult at all. No matter how fast those demons ran, they could never out speed Mammon and he was looking to give more than a warning…

The MC didn't know what he did while they were waiting in line, but they heard the sounds of pleading go silent before Mammon turned back up with a nice bruise on his cheek. Oh, how they fretted and dotted on him…

Meanwhile, the haunted houses just earned themselves a couple new mannequins!… when rigor sets in anyway.

Leviathan 

Levi has a… mixed reputation in the Devildom to start with. People who only know him for his titles usually expect him to be some kind of sea-hardened badass. Those who meet him are… well let's say less than impressed.

This isn't anything new to Levi. It does take a blow to his confidence sometimes but even still most people aren't dumb enough to say something to his face… most people.

Unfortunately, "most people" have been getting bolder after seeing him with MC - because Demon Lord forbid Leviathan actually look happy for a change…

He and the MC were out and about for once. There was a raffle for exclusive merch at Anidaemon and he brought them along to boost his chances. They were grinning and chatting about anime but well…

The human couldn’t hear this, but he could - sensitive demon ears and all that. There were a couple guys who were tailing him… heckling him just loud enough that he was CERTAIN they knew he could hear them...

Lesser Demon 1: "Is that seriously Leviathan hanging out with a human? Isn’t he an Admiral??"

Lesser Demon 2: "Ha! The whole family's turned into simps, are you that surprised?"

Lesser Demon 1: "Wonder what the human's giving them that's got them all brainwashed…"

Lesser Demon 2: "Well... I've got an idea." 😏

If there were ever a reason for bile to fill his throat, it was now. He might be a shut-in, but those guys were the real creeps…

To be honest, Levi isn't one for public confrontation. Even with how gross and disrespectful those demons were being, he would have let it slide if they had just left it at that… but no…

He and the MC were browsing the ani-music racks in the store when those idiots popped up again. They hovered a while until they MC suddenly left his side to go find a store clerk.

When he saw the other demons move their direction, he naturally put himself between them and the would-be harassers. It was a little telling that despite his ticked off expression, the demons just laughed in his face!

Lesser Demon 2: "Hey look, the puppy's come out to protect its owner! How cute!"

Lesser Demon 1: "I can't believe you're that predictable, Levi… Do you really think we'd be scared of you?"

Well. That settled it.

When the MC came back, they found that Levi had moved from the music racks to the merch tables near the bathrooms. They didn't think anything of it… but...

One body was paralyzed by his venom and stuffed head first in a toilet while the other getting strangled by his tail just underneath the tablecloth… Meanwhile, Levi was cheerfully rambling about the raffle like nothing was happening at all.

Maybe they should have been a little more scared of the shut-in...

Satan

This may actually be a case where the rumors have a point… The MC has made Satan "soft."

Well, if "soft" means actually in control of himself, anyway. 

Satan would probably call their effect on him both a blessing and a curse. Though he loved finally having a handle on his inner rage, it flew in the face of a lot of his public image… and people were starting to notice….

"Do you think there's something off about Satan…?"

"I saw the human step on his toes earlier and he didn't even flinch…! The old Satan would have torn them apart!!"

"He's gotten way too nice all of sudden… Wrath shouldn't be nice."

Was it a little frustrating? Certainly. Especially for someone as image conscious as him. But for as calm as he was now, Satan wasn’t any less cruel and he'd be more than happy to remind others of that fact….

His chance came when he and the MC were together having just left the local art gallery. The two were exchanging a healthy dialogue about a curious sculpture they saw on display when a latte suddenly went soaring through the air and ended up all over Satan's sweater… The culprit was plain to see, being the only other demon on the road that night.

Whether the act was intentional or not, the correct course of action would have been to apologize immediately and beg for mercy forgiveness… but all the demon did was laugh in his face…

Maybe he thought that since Satan had mellowed out and his human was right beside him that he'd be lenient… Oh no. Not gonna happen.

Satan's fist slammed into the guy's mouth with the force of a jetliner and knocked him over two benches before his back bent over a lamppost… To say it was a KO move would be an understatement.

He probably could have done a whole lot worse to the guy while he was down, but you know… the MC being there and "self-control" and what not…

The demon survived (barely) and only had to spend a few months in the hospital, if anything he got off light.

Not a soul would gloss over Satan's temper again and really he preferred it that way.

Asmodeus 

Well, to be fair not a lot of people thought that Asmo was tough to start with… but that's also his intention.

"Scary" is the opposite of "cute" and he prefers to be "cute" at all times! 😊

Buuut that doesn’t mean this scorpion is without a stinger. He CAN be quite brutal when he wants to be, you just have to push him that far and trashing his looks is a good way to start.

Asmo was out with the MC getting his hair done for the week at his favorite salon. They weren't the only people there that day, obviously. There were other customers - one being a lesser demon classmate of theirs - though neither he nor the MC thought much of him at the time...

Well… It was supposed to be a prank. Probably something the guy intended to use for social media clout. While the staff was too busy to notice, he snuck by and replaced Asmo's preferred conditioner with pink hair dye…

Asmo. Was. Furious. And honestly, the dude could have gotten away with it if he hadn't been laughing and recording the whole thing!

When Asmo's ire naturally fell onto him, he hardly looked fazed!

Lesser Demon: "Ah, please! You won't do shit to me with the human still around! You don't want to look any uglier to them do ya?"

Asmo: *freezes, but still furiously eyeing every sharp instrument within arm’s reach* "MC? Darling?"

MC: "Got it..."

Perhaps the prankster should have kept his mouth shut, because suddenly the MC needed to take a looong bathroom break…

They didn't come back out until they heard the sounds of screeching and broken glass finally die down and then they stepped back into a warzone… Broken mirrors and items seemingly flung everywhere in a fit of rage! The guy (and his phone) now nowhere to be seen…

The salon comped Asmo for the botched hair job and touch up… and then billed Lucifer for the property damage (which he got an earful about later). On the bright side though, Asmo actually looks pretty great with pink hair! Silver-linings. 🙂

Beelzebub 

… The concept of Beel "going soft" is almost an oxymoron. He IS soft, but his personality was never what made him intimidating to start with.

Behind all his kindness, Beel packs more firepower than at least 4 for his siblings combined and most people remember that fact. Hell, the guy looks like he could lift a semi and he probably would if he ever tried. 

However, that doesn’t save him from being underestimated completely... Especially when an upstart or two thinks he's too nice to actually start a fight...

He and the MC were coming back from the grocery store with the usual armfuls of sacks when the MC accidentally walked into a lesser demon on the street. Since their arms were full, several items spilled out from the bags and onto the ground…

The MC was quick to apologize to the demon and try to get down to clean the mess, but the asshole just kept walking… and Beel really didn't like that.

Beel: "Hey! Aren't you going to say, 'Sorry?'"

The lesser demon hardly looked over his shoulder to respond.

Lesser Demon: "Why should I? That's your human. Take care of them yourself."

Well it didn't take long for some of Beel's bags to hit the floor so he could lift the demon up by the back of the neck properly. When he turned the guy to face him, he made sure to bring his face reeaal close so he could hear him growl...

Beel: "Apologize. Or I'll eat you."

And like that, the asshole's mood went from "Do it yourself," to "Yessir Mr. Beelzebub, sir!" right quick!

The MC didn't have to carry a single bag another step and Beel got to keep his free hand so he could link it with theirs!... all while Beel kept mushing their new pack-mule forward like a sled dog back to the House. Thanks, Beel! 😊

Belphegor 

Kind of similar to Asmo, Belphie prefers to come off as unassuming on most days. But don't let his, "I'm a harmless sleepy boy" shtick fool you. He will cut a bitch if he's so motivated...

Thankfully for the world, he's generally not motivated. But that can be changed under the right circumstances...

Belphie and the MC were on yet another date to the botanical gardens. It's a peaceful place, though the MC can never go alone because of the frankly concerning amount of flesh-eating plants… Pretty, but also deadly, you know?

The two of them were walking to another rest spot when Belphie heard whispering from a demon behind them, seemingly on his phone…

Lesser Demon: “Yeah, I can see them right now…”

Lesser Demon: “I know right? It's so lame that these guys are in charge of us… They can't even say no to a dumb human!”

Lesser Demon: “What do you mean keep my voice down? Dude, it's fine! This is Belphegor we're talking about, the hell is he going to do if he hears me?”

… Huh.

The answer to the man's question was a simple one. Flash into his demon form for just a moment and whip out his tail... It only took a quick swipe to make him trip and fall right into the foliage. The man-eating… carnivorous… hungry… foliage….

Belphie was back to normal by the time the jerk let out his first scream and the MC almost stopped to see what had happened.

MC: "What the-oh my God!! Should we help-??”

Belphie: *puts his hands on their shoulders to keep them moving, not even glancing back* “Someone else will take care of it. Let's see the roses.”

Even when the desperate cries for help became distant, it took all Belphie had to stifle a smile…

Sometimes, you've got to love irony. 🤷‍♀️😏

[zuffer-weird-girl]

could i request dabi with a wolf reader who has a pick and feels more comfortable in the wild and in the woods?

I'm going to be completely honest here.

Dabi doesn't care whether you have a mutant quirk or a powerful one, since he is kinda of a jerk that has only one goal on his head.

BUT, if you did manage it to break the thick wall he build to protect himself over the years of his life, then of course he is going to have a different reaction if you reveal it later on your relationship.

But not in a bad way, he is just shocked for like, one second, than back to his poker face while smirking.

He doesn't dare to tell you at first, but loves when you let your ears and tail poke out. His skin is crap, so to feel something so soft as your skin and so fluffy like your tail and ears are just... sorta soothing.

Yeah he is basically like Kaminari with Ojiro's tail.

He cant not stop touching when he is stressed and this lil shit knows its sensitive.

Dont even try to tell or yell at him to stop.

Dabi doesn't stop.

Seriously Shigaraki caught you both running as Dabi yanked your tail and you bited him with your fangs at his arms and immediately cried and went to patch him up as he chuckled.

He gets that you dont feel comfortable on the city since is like full of people but

Really? Woods?

It bothers his skin for some reason and he doesn't like it that much.

But he does go with you, watching your gleeful expression as you see the beauty of nature and not someplace infected with buildings and heroes here and there.

Is actually... kinda nice.

But when you howl, even a little one, he loses his shit.

This mf laughs like a hyena for the rest of the walk to annoy you.

Calls you puppy doll after that? You bet

Good luck.

[viking-raider]

Quarantine: Ink

Summary: Henry wakes up with some ink that you put on him.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/You

Word Count: 1,737

Warning: M - Language, Fluff, Prank, Smut - Mention of Cock-warming, intercourse, cream-pie, simulation

Inspiration: There’s a company called Ink Box I’ve always wanted to try and I thought it be funny to prank someone with it, and thought I’d write a prank fic with Hen about it.

Author’s Note: This story is for and dedicated to @littlefreya​! You have my deepest love and support, lady.

You ripped open the brown packaging and smiled at the two pieces of film inside. You had ordered them two weeks prior and received them the day before, and had intended on waiting on the best moment to reveal them to Henry, to convince him to use them with you.

But, one thing had led to another and you and Henry had ended up ripping each other's clothing off and making love in the living room, before ordering take away and having a sweet night in together.

Speaking of your beloved boyfriend, he was still upstairs in bed, sprawled out on his stomach and snoring softly. With quarantine in place, Henry got to sleep in most mornings, which was nice, he worked so hard, between his work outs and his filming projects, getting up at four-thirty in the morning, he deserves to sleep in til ten or eleven.

That's when the idea hit you, with a giggle.

Taking the items upstairs to the master bedroom with you, you smiled at your peaceful and oblivious Puppy, still on his stomach, arms folded underneath his pillow and his head resting on top of them. Biting your lip, you carefully pulled down the blankets still covering his stark body, your fingers, light as feathers, touched the base of his neck and traced down the slope of his broad back, lingering in the hollow of his spine, before cupping one of the cheeks of his plentiful tush in your palm; chuckling softly.

“You are beautiful.” You cooed at his sleeping form, a bubble of loving pride in your chest, before you carefully got into bed and straddled his hips, making Henry moan and grunt, shifting and his face pinching as you disturbed him. “Ssshh.” You purred, leaning down, and kissing the space between his wide shoulders.

“Sleep, Puppy. Sleep.” You mumbled, nuzzling his shoulder blade and rubbing the back of his head, until he moaned again, relaxing and dropping back off to sleep.

Henry settled, you relaxed and sat back, sitting on his thighs, and stared at him for a long moment, before nodding to yourself and picking up a single use, primer wipe packet that came with the two items you ordered, and ripping it open. You gently rubbed the wipe in circles on the back of Henry's right shoulder, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you did, waiting and expecting him to wake up and catch you at any moment. But, he only made a couple of noises and shifted a few times, otherwise he was blissfully unaware and out cold.

Rubbing Henry's shoulder with the wipe for thirty seconds, you tossed it on the nightstand and let the spot dry, while you picked out which of the two items you wanted to apply to the spot, before finally settling. Gently peeling off the protective film from the back, you carefully pressed the sticky side down to the clean, dry and exfoliated section of Henry's shoulder, smoothing it out, so there were no wrinkles or creases, hoping Henry didn't move too much while it was there, for the next hour. With that one down, you moved on, starting to giggle again, but slapped a hand over your mouth, so you didn't wake Henry up with it. You opened the second primer wipe and used it on the exposed side of Henry's neck, being even gentler and careful, knowing just how sensitive the skin here was; but you couldn't resist putting this one here on his neck, where he would almost always see it and likely couldn't cover it up.

With both applied to his skin, you slipped off of him, laying down beside him, arm slung over the small his back and cheek pressed to his clear shoulder blade, listening to the gentle rise and fall of his breathing, drifting in and out of sleep yourself, until you heard Henry's alarm go off.

“Wait, wait, wait!” You protested, jumping up out of bed, pressing your hands down on his back. “Don't move yet.”

“Why?” Henry frowned at you, feeling the filmy patch on his neck and tried to reach out and touch it.

“You still have ten minutes.” You told him, catching his arm.

“What have you been doing, Nugget?” Henry sighed, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he laid back down and relaxed.

“You'll see in ten minutes.” You chuckled, peeking to making sure none of his moving wrinkled the film stuck to his skin, and was relieved when they weren't. “Did you sleep well?”

“You know, I always sleep well, when I'm buried cock deep in you.” He chuckled coyly, smirking, and his sleepy blue eyes sparkling mischievously.

You grinned, uncontrollably, and looked away from him, almost shy. “I do know that.” You chuckled back, licking your lips and clearing your throat. “But, you know what I mean, silly bear.”

“I did.” Henry sighed softly, reaching out to gently trace your side with the back of his fingers. “Did you?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded, gently touching his neck. “Okay.” You smiled, gently peeling the applicator film off his neck and shoulder. “All right, you can look now.” You giggled, grinning, impishly at him.

Henry pressed his lips together and narrowed his eyes at you, skeptical, but got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, seeing what was on his neck first. “You did not!” He barked, coming back into the bedroom, his eyes huge and mouth hanging open.

“How could you!?” He demanded, but the betrayed amusement was very clear in his voice.

“And it'll only get darker over the next two days.” You grinned, stepping up to him, to touch the faint, blue-ish, World of Warcraft, Horde symbol on the side of his neck, just below his left ear. “You're a traitor to your precious Alliance now, my precious Paladin.” You teased him, tickled with delight.

“Did you see the one on your shoulder?” You asked, lifting a brow at him, more than sure he had not.

“What?” Henry snapped, his voice breaking a teeny bit, and turned to go back into the bathroom.

You followed him into the bathroom, watching him turn his back to the full length mirror and crane his head over his shoulder, struggling to see his back to spot the other temporary tattoo on his shoulder that you had put on him, then looked back at you, shoulders dropping and eyes even wider at the Cat nose and whiskers.

“Seriously?” He huffed at you, shaking his head.

“I was originally going to put that one on the inside of my wrist.” You explained, trying to hold back a burst of laughter. “But, I got carried away.” You told him, finally losing control and busting out into a hoot of laughter, doubling over.

“How long do these last?”

“It'll fade in three weeks, promise.” You told him, wiping away tears, seeing the panicked worry in his face.

“I am so fucked, if I have to do any interviews or PR stuff.” Henry laughed, looking at the Horde logo on his neck; tracing it with his finger. “Why the Horde crest?”

“They didn't have the Alliance Lion.” You replied, hopping up to sit on the counter. “Plus, I thought it would be funny, since I know you're such a die hard Alliance player.” You chuckled, leaning in to kiss the crest, hands resting on Henry's bare sides.

“What sense of humour you have, my love.” Henry cooed, turning his head to capture your lips in his own and stepped between your legs. “You do know, I will get you back for this.” He whispered against your lips, kissing you deeper, his hands grabbing the back of your knees and yanked you closer to him.

“I expect nothing less.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

A hum rumbling in his chest, Henry grabbed the back of your head and deepened the kiss, tongue swiping by your lips to flick across your tongue, making both of you moan at the same time. You rocked your hips against his, feeling his cock awaken against your thighs and folds. Henry's teeth pulled at your bottom lip as he pulled his body away from yours enough for you to slip your hand between your humming bodies to grab his hard length, stroking the throbbing organ, your thumb caressing the weeping, uncut head, before guiding it to your entrance.

“Christ, you feel so fucking good.” You moaned into his neck, hugging your legs tighter around his hips as he pushed inside of you.

“You too, baby.” Henry groaned, placing open mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulder, while thrusting into you. “You're so snug around me.” He panted into your ear, planting his hands on the counter, on either side of you, and used the leverage to increase the strength of his thrusts, making the items on the counter rattle and a couple knock over

“Uh, Henry!” You cried out, one hand grasping the top of his shoulder, as you leaned back on your other one. ”God, fuck!” You let go of his shoulder and started rubbing your clit.

Both your and Henry's breathing was as erratic as your movements, lost in the moment of heated passion and pleasure. Henry grabbed you by the waist, slapping your and his hips together as his thrusts became wild and involuntary, starting to reach his plateau. You could feel the increased throb of his cock inside of you, the hot swelling against your walls as his balls tightened with his building orgasm. Henry snapped his hips into you one more time before throwing his head back and going completely rigid, his stiff cock pumping ribbon after ribbon of hot cum into your core, helping you tip over into your own plateau, your hand falling away from your clit.

Henry sluggishly wrapped his arms around your torso and hugged you against him, kissing your lips and temple, before breathily whispering into your hair. “I'm picking out yours.”

You chuckled, pressing your cheek to his chest, feeling his pounding heart slowing down. “I'll show you the website during breakfast.” You promised, turning your head to press a chaste kiss to the Horde logo on his neck.

[tinyboxxtink]

“My Fairy Abogado” *Part 5*

What do you do when you’re at a block for a plot? Throw some smutty smut in there! 

I’m kidding, I think I have an idea where to go. But I wanted to practice the smutty writing-- I know you all hate that. 😉

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT all SMUT

Tag List:

@wanniiieeee

@chasingeverybreakingwave

@word-scribbless

@dumauier

@objection-argumentative

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 6

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“Chloe! You should be in bed,” 

“I wanted some water-- what is Rafael doing here?” 

“He was uh…” You racked your brain for an excuse. 

“I was checking on you, princesa,” Rafael approached the stairs, a glass of water in his hand. 

“Aww really?” 

“Of course, I want to make sure you and your siblings are safe,” He gave her a small hug as he handed her the water. 

“I knew Beto was wrong!” Chloe smiled happily as she trotted back off to bed. Rafael turned around to give you a look. 

“...And what exactly was Beto wrong about?” 

“He’s just trying to be protective,” You waved it off, approaching the stairs.

“Now, do you wanna talk about my brother or do you want to resume?” 

“I mean, should we? If Chloe’s still up…”

“Chloe will pass out in 2 minutes, tops-- And my door has a lock, guapo,” You smirked. 

“Well lead the way hermosa,” His grin was devilish, he bent down so that you could jump on his back. You did so, nibbling on his ear as he walked up the stairs.

“Ay, carino do you want me to drop you?” He whispered, trying to suppress a moan of pleasure. 

“Please don’t,” You stopped, not wanting any more interruptions. “There,” You pointed to your bedroom...well, your parents bedroom that you were sleeping in while they were gone. He opened the door and tossed you on the bed, locking the door behind him. 

“Wait is this your--?” 

“Is that a problem?” 

“Well, I mean it’s-- weird,” 

You walked over to your parents dressed and placed their wedding photo face down. 

“Better?” 

“Much,” He pulled you back onto the bed, lifting your tank top over your head and revealing your breasts. They were never anything special, you were kind of embarrassed by how small they were compared to most of the chicas down here. 

To your surprise, Rafa just sat there and stared at them. He then cupped each one in his long fingers, his touch was exquisite. You let out a small moan, which seemed to get him going even more. He gripped them tighter, drawing out a louder moan from you. 

“Your turn,” You grabbed his belt and practically ripped it off, causing a husky growl from him. 

“Alright honey, you better leave the undressing to me. I’d like to leave here with them still in one piece,” He shook his head as he pulled off his t-shirt and jeans, revealing navy blue silk boxers with a very VERY large erection sticking out of them. 

You almost cried, it was so beautiful. 

“...Can I…?” You whispered, still admiring it. 

“By all means,” He grinned, stepping closer against the bed. 

You gripped his shaft in your hands, your long nails softly scratching against it. You heard a small moan come from Rafa, egging you on. You loved seeing men squirm under you, it was a control thing. You tightened your grip as you continued to move up and down, you felt his knees jerking. 

“You okay there, counselor?” 

“...Yeah….” His eyes were closed, the pleasure in him taking over his entire mind. 

“We better switch, I can’t have you passing out on my floor,” You giggled, pulling him onto the bed.  “Now flip over, papi,” You cooed, and he obeyed. 

Now he was fully under your control, helpless to your touch. You could feel yourself getting wet just looking at his aroused grin. 

“Tell me what you want, papi,” You whispered, trailing your nails down his chest and torso in a tickling manner. 

“Mmmmmmpphhhh” He couldn’t even speak, he just bit his lip and moaned as your fingers went lower and lower, ending with you cupping his balls in your hands. You massaged them lightly, his moans growing louder and longer every second. You studied every movement his face made as you continued; his eye twitches, the licking of his lips. You wanted more. 

You ever so slowly lowered yourself down to his waist, softly licking the tip of his erection. A deep, guttural moan erupted from him. 

“Babe, people are sleeping,” You giggled quietly, loving every second of this. You put your mouth softly onto where you had licked, slowly moving down his shaft while tickling his balls in your hand. His whole body began to grind under your mouth, he gripped your bed sheets tightly doing his best to stay quiet. 

When his entire shaft was in your mouth and a bit down your throat, you clamped down hard, moving up and down quickly and hard. Rafa grabbed a pillow next to him and threw it over his face, loud moans and a bit of a scream came from under it.  Suddenly, you removed your head and sat up a bit.

“You know, maybe we should wait,” You grinned evilly, the pillow flew from his face, revealing an almost in pain Rafael.

“Don’t you DARE,” He practically growled.

“Beg me,” You gave him a tongued smile. 

“Por favor, hermosa...por favor,” He practically whined, his puppy dog eyes in full effect. You always loved it when guys talked in spanish during romantic endeavors, it always sounded way more sexy in your native tongue. 

“Bueno, si insistes…” You winked, the look in his eyes told you he felt the same way about the language fetish. 

You resumed your position, his full shaft in your mouth while tickling his balls. However, his moans were getting too much for you. You removed your mouth and used your free hand to continue the massage motion as you leaned over and popped open the bedside table. You grabbed a condom and ripped it open with your mouth. The sound caused Rafael’s eyes to open, his eyes droopy with arousal. 

“This okay papi?” You placed it on his dick, rolling it down the side.

He responded by sitting up and pulling you onto him, practically popping you right on top of his dick. The sudden sensation of his huge erection inside you caused your own moaning and squirming to start. You tried wrapping your legs around him so you could ride him cowgirl style, but he took both of your hands and rolled you over, so that he was now straddling you. 

“Ah ah ah, papi likes to be in control,” He almost snarled, drool dripping down his lips. 

“Oh does he?” You smirked, half disappointed you gave up control so soon, half enticed to be dominated. 

“Si,” He kept your hands pinned against the headboard as he began pumping in and out of you, fiercely nibbling your neck. Now it was your turn to grab a pillow, throwing it over your face to shriek into it. 

“Si, gritar por mí hermosa,” He chuckled, now very amused at having you in sorts. 

“Ay, papi…” You muttered under the pillow. 

“Si….?” He pumped harder, whispering into your ear. 

“I’m going to…” You bit your lip as he continued to scramble your insides. You swore his dick was all the way into your intestines by this point. 

“Go for me, carino,” He purred. “Let it all go,” 

That was all it took, you took his cue almost immediately. Your thighs began twitching, your legs shaking erratically as you felt your orgasm crashing over your entire body. You felt it in your entire body. Your fingertips tingle, your toes curled. You screamed so hard into the pillow you swore you might smother yourself under it. 

“My turn,” You heard him chuckle, but you were miles away. You barely felt him pump a few more times and then shake against your limp body with a roar, finally releasing and collapsing on top of you. You both just laid there for a minute, both lost in your own ecstasy. 

After a minute you blinked, slowly returning to consciousness. You felt Rafa’s hands stroking your hair and your sight focused into staring right into his sparkling green eyes. 

“That was…” His eyes looked off into the distance, trying to find the words.

“Yeah, me too,” You giggled, pulling him into you for a soft kiss. 

“I feel comfortable inside of you,” He ran a hand down your side, from your shoulders down to your thighs. 

“Well that’s a new one,” You snickered. 

“Seriously, I could just fall asleep right here,” He moved both of his arms to wrap around your neck, pulling himself deeper into you, his head leaning against your breasts. Your nerves were still sensitive from the earth shattering orgasm earlier, so it felt like an extra bonus.

“Mmmmm...me too,” You closed your eyes and sighed happily, stroking his hair gently.

You were both so at peace and so safe in each other’s bodies, somehow the next thing you knew, there was a pounding at your door. 

----------

“Y/N!!!!!! Beto is hogging the bathroom!!!” You heard Yaz’s muffled yelling through the door. “Why is your door locked?!” 

It took you a second to wake from the best sleep you’d had since you moved back home, but when you did you went to instant panic. You pushed a still half asleep Rafa off you, where he promptly fell off the bed onto the floor. 

“Ow?!” He groaned, you slapped at him to be quiet.

“What was that?” You heard Yaz through the door. 

“Uh, nothing! I stubbed my toe,” You lied, plucking a now dry condom from your insides. You tried not to gag as you tossed into the trash can. You grabbed Rafael’s clothes and tossed them at him. 

“You stay here, until they leave for school,” You instructed him as you grabbed your shorts and tank top, throwing them on and unlocking the door. 

“What’s up?” You peeked the door open. 

“Can I use your bathroom? Beto locked ours,” Yaz asked.

“No!!!” 

“....Why not?” 

“I uh...I got sick last night, it’s gross in here,” You made a face.

“Are you ok?” 

“Oh yeah, I’m still a little icky. So I think I’m gonna--” As you rattled off an excuse the bathroom door flew open and Beto walked out.

“Oh! Well, there ya go, Yaz. You good?” 

“....Yeah,” She looked at you suspiciously. 

“Y/N where 's Rafael?” Chloe came walking out of her room. 

“Excuse me? Rafael was here last night?” Beto walked towards you.

“Yeah he was checking on us, because he's one of the good guys Beto!” 

“YES, yes. Uh, Rafael came by last night. But he…” you glanced over at a still naked and smirking Rafael. 

“You bet I came,” He whispered, making you blush. 

“But he left,” You whipped your head back to face your siblings through the crack in your door.

“....Mmmkay,” Beto shook his head.

“Ok, have fun at school guys! I’ll see you later,” You waved and quickly slammed the door, leaning against it. Rafael, now in his boxers, walked up behind you. 

“That was close,” He chuckled. You went to kiss him but--

“Y/N!!!!”

You suddenly heard rampant footsteps up the stairs and a pounding at your door. You pulled it open, Rafael standing behind it out of sight.

“BETO! Jesus Christ what--” 

“WHY is this downstairs?” Beto held up Rafael’s leather jacket.

“Why...WHY is there a leather jacket downstairs?” You said out loud, glancing at Rafael who was mouthing “OOPS”.  

“He must have forgotten it,” You smiled nervously. 

“Bullshit. Is he still--” Beto went to push your door open wider, but the sound of the bus horn saved you. 

“Oh! That’s the bus! You don’t wanna miss it!” You grabbed the jacket from him and pushed him to go down the stairs. 

“Yeah... you tell him this isn’t over,” Beto growled, heading downstairs and out the door. 

“Oooooh I’m quaking in my boots,” Rafael came up behind you, taking the jacket from your hands and kissing your ear. 

“Not funny,” You spun around to face him. 

“A little funny,” he nodded, pulling you into a kiss. 

“Now what am I gonna do with you, it’s broad daylight! You can’t walk out of here,” You stroked his hair. 

“Well...what time do you open?”

“In like…” You grabbed your phone. “3 hours,” 

“Well, I know what we can do until then,” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Don’t you have a big boy job there, abogado?”

“What abogado? I don’t see an abogado…” He looked around mockingly. 

“Ha ha. You know what I mean,” 

“I can hang out here for a bit, I just texted my office I had to go see a judge about something before my case today,”

“Lying now, abogado? This doesn’t bode well with you handling my case,” 

“Well I handled you pretty well last night,” He smirked, slapping your ass. 

“That you did,” You smirked. “In fact, it’s still all over me!” You gestured to your waist and legs, covered in “dried Rafael”. 

“Oooh, sounds like you need a shower,” 

“Sounds like we both do,” You grinned, pulling him into your parent’s bathroom.

Time to clean up!

[dirtyrottenraskel]

my take on yueki's personalities

yue 

notes / personality

cocky (but also like understated confidence - r e g a l af) 

kind of a nerd

maybe a little entitled, and a little bratty and suki loves to indulge her or to rile her up depending on her mood

books

seems soft but made of steel

strong sense of duty

socially intelligent - can be manipulative and suki (the dork) thinks it is so hot 

aloof queen bee typa beat

supportive, both in ur day to day and in going after your big moral life goals 

deep water - steady and powerful, often underestimated

untold depths, private yet surprisingly nurturing - master of deflecting away from herself

political nerd - well read, and when she has someone she trusts not to take advantage of her, she goes OFF 

distrusting of most people, has been used and ignored and underestimated her whole life

patient - homegirl knows how to play the long game

excellent at pai sho / chess 

she and suki have epic battles of wits - dif types of strategy but both are really into it and get a little too competitive (multiple board games have had to be replaced over the years)

loves travel bc wasn’t allowed to much, esp when she was sick 

was super repressed growing up - never let her be herself or really have any sort of independence

used to sneak out and wander around in rebellion and casually sabotage plans and decisions she didn’t agree with 

introverted, many opinions but keeps them to herself, discreet but well spoken

weaponizes secrets and information - doesn’t often use it but...she could

definitlyyyyy worries and overthinks and re-evaluates - worries ab social politics a lot

obsessive about picking things - wants it to be perfect

shes growing into her confidence as a leader

prefers quite intimate places

incredibly romantic

classic lit

planner for the future - visionary

kind / sweet / gentle - yes, but that’s also her “front” to a degree (seriously, i feel like she gets painted as so sweet and submissive and one dimensional by the fandom a lot of times and it freakin kills me)

INFJ-T (The Advocate) ((yes this is from 16p which i know is not super accurate but u can still catch her overall vibes from it ya know)

Creative/insightful/principled/compassionate/altruistic

sensitive/reluctant to open up/perfectionist/prone to burnout/not a fan of the ordinary

friendships / relationships

(<> indicates that they’re one of her best friends)

sokka - puppy love crushes, laugh ab it now, get into deep late night talks about responsibilities and leading, water tribe culture, prank wars (no one believes sokka when he says yue is a mean prank master (expect suki comes to see it in action lol))

katara - <> badass women friendship, totally would go to matches and protests together, tough girl shit, waterbending practice/duels - start of cautious, but then get rough in a good way bc they trust each other, they do water tribe food adventures together

toph - indulges her chaos, bonding over stupid royal upbringings, odd yet weirdly endearing pair

zuko - both sort of standoffish gay royals, but once they come to see that they are friends - take up similar spaces though, so only hang out in a group or rarely by themselves, they do hang out at like political parties and stuff when they get more comfortable together

aang - <> he has an impressive world view, yue is super studied and well read, so she and aang nerd out over past cultures together, and also their peace keeping nature, they have tea together often - usually after she and katara wipe the floor w/ each other

clothing / aesthetic:

blues and pale colors

classy and understated wealth

like those cute feminine button down shirts

dresses

like cold weather classy

complicated braids

sort of soft girl aesthetic?

pleated skirts !!!

i feel like she would wear ethically sourced fur (i don’t wear fur but idk how to get it in an ethical way - maybe it’s just fake??)

knit sweaters and skinny jeans and heeled ankle boots

light academia !!!

hella funky earrings - to mark her native pride and also cuz gay

from my readings, tattoos have a lot of cultural significance for Inuit women, and so i feel like yue would totally have some (when she comes of age ofc) 

suki

notes / personality 

extroverted 

also very strategic 

more spontaneous tho - will totally calculate the odds in a spilt second in her head and then just go for it

like still a careful planner, but willing to say fuck it, yolo if it seems right 

reflects on her mistakes, but more in like a healthy way - unless it was a leadership mistake, then it eats her up inside - worries more ab keeping her girls safe and making the right call

likes lively places

total bashful romantic

manages the present and the short term - realist

loves to do lists 

a little punch happy - loves to make violent threats, but also does it out of excitement and she’s just a really physical person tbh

steady, can come off as stubborn and abrasive but she really just wants what’s best for everyone she loves

harsh on herself and worries about her girls a lot 

always ends up in the oddest situations 

totally would kick someone’s ass for being racist/sexist/homophobic/etc 

dedicated to her training and her regime 

not a great cook, but she can manage 

would drink monsters 

has a weird relationship with femininity - took her awhile to reconcile strength and toughness and being assertive and aggressive with also wanting to feel pretty and feminine and embracing being a girl and how those things can coincide and amplify each other

abandonment issues - parents absent/dead 

was imprisoned - obvi she had several almost successful escape attempts, but she got really close to breaking 

was incredibly independent really early, grew up really fast and tries to make up for that now by sometimes being reckless 

tough/assertive/woman of action 

dry sense of humor/sarcastic - not good at nickname/pun humor tho

practical/dedicated/strong-willed/direct/honest/reliable/loyal/patient

stubborn/judgmental/difficult to relax/difficulty expressing emotions/too selfless 

friendships / relationships

(<> indicates that they’re one of her best friends)

sokka - <>  man they’re like platonic soulmates - she beat him up, and now they spar all the time, totally funny and crack jokes all the time, go skating together, they do shitty art together, and then show their lovers after zuko and yue come back from their high society mixers, broke her out of prison, m/f friendship !!! 

katara - also sparring buddies (suki will throw down at any literally moment (and tbh so will katara)), not close but will hang in a group - go to each other for advice 

toph - <> listen these two wreak havoc together, they help each other out a lot, i feel like they’re shopping buddies (similar enough style to frequent the same shops) toph knows suki won’t judge her for wanting to feel pretty and suki knows toph will be honest, they are both blunt sarcastic assholes and get along like a house on fire 

zuko - <> shows zuko how to like,,,enjoy things (and how to let go of some of that pressure to be always right and the adult and in charge bc they were raised with so much responsibility on their shoulders even tho they were just kids)? she is also super protective of him (once she trusts him), one of the only ppl who can match suki fully in hand to hand combat, both do the Disappointed Parent Look when the group falls into chaos, but by themselves, the two of them end up in hijinks

aang- suki enjoys his optimism and they’re just chill bros, they love exploring abandoned placed together 

clothing / aesthetic

sporty and skater mixed 

ripped jeans, crewnecks, vans 

green and yellow and dark red 

gym clothes/athleisure - lifting style gym clothes - cut off t-shirts and bike shorts

skirts too, likes to play into femininity

she’s a gold jewelry kinda girl - but stuff that won’t hinder her movements 

necklaces that end in the hollow of her throat & occasionally rings

definitely cuffs all of her jeans (it’s just bisexual culture ya know)

so many crop tops - some came like that, some were more of a diy project

yueki’s relationship!!!

nerd/jock solidarity 

feel the burden of responsibility and the weight on their shoulders 

they create a safe space between them, full of trust and warmth and vulnerability 

yue will read suki sappy passages from poetry books while suki polishes her fans 

they slow dance in the kitchen a lot 

they get good at ordering takeout - and they have some weird decision making process that only they understand - bc neither of them are great cooks 

yue would feel jealous of suki and sokka, if it weren’t for how stupid in love sokka was with zuko and yue can see that suki really only has eyes for her 

yue is taller than suki and it amuses her to no end to pick suki up and carry her away from a fight (we all know suki could get away if she wanted to, but when ur hot tall sexy gf throws u over her shoulder,,,,,,u don’t complain)

joke they’ve adopted kataang and zukka, bc they’re all dummies, but in reality every last one of them is stupid LMAO 

they love to do each other’s hair and it’s like super intimate and really cute 

sometimes it’s these epic elaborate hairstyles and then at other times, they try to see how many ponytails they can fit on suki’s head and how many little braid yue can do 

they travel EVERYWHERE 

since yue is royalty and suki is her body guard,,,, well i mean, they totally have to see these kingdoms they are doing trade deals with in person 

it helps that they're friends with a lot of them 

they stay over in everything from camping so they can stargaze to ritzy hotels with hot tubs in the bathroom 

yue gives suki rocks she finds on all their travels and suki lines them up on their mantle around the pictures of them in increasingly weird locations 

suki loves guarding yue’s meetings bc she gets to watch her absolutely rip a new one into misogynistic old men and it never fails to bring her joy 

While yue doesn’t love getting attacked, the ruthless efficiency suki defends her with is like,,,,,stupid attractive 

[sirowsky]

The Flowers Always Know

Description: When a mad scientist uses you as an experiment while you’re on holiday, the Heroics only just manage to save you. And in your recovery you become very close to the leader of the group. (Slow burn)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language.

Link to Masterlist

Comment: Another day of side-effects where my head really hasn’t been in the game. But a little fun stuff to pass the time has managed to crop up. 

So sorry for the tease ending... I blame the headaches.

Chapter 27

  The Chef, Greg, had personally brought you extra leftovers during the five weeks you were living in the cell, training and learning about your abilities. He knew about your abnormal energy-consumption, and had become concerned when you never ordered more than a double portion of food, no matter how exhausted you were.   So, he’d come to give you the leftovers one evening, and you’d explained that it felt like you’d be stealing from others that might need it, if you ordered six or even eight portions.   After that, he’d begun saving all the leftovers every day, and bringing you that for the extra portions you otherwise wouldn’t have ordered.

  “I may have to make Greg my Best Man.”

  “He’d probably decline. He’s nice, but he does have standards.”

  “Ouch…”

  “He doesn’t know you, Cujo.”

  “Okay, seriously, what is up with that?”

  “It’s just an accurate description.”

  “I am not a fucking dog.”

  “Yes, you are. It’s just that, ordinarily, you’re a puppy. You just have that lovable puppy-face, with the eyes and the grin that can melt the coldest of hearts. And then, you bare your teeth and growl, and you look fucking terrifying.”

  “I do?”

  “Um – yes. Unequivocally – yes. It’s amazing.”

  “Wait… you like my Cujo-quality?”

  “I like that you have that side, when you need it. I like that it comes out almost exclusively to protect the things you love. And I have to admit that I like the fact that even the remotest possibility that William actually had tried something, elicited that kind of a response from you.”

  “I was a little shocked at how strongly I reacted to that. Just the thought… I would’ve killed him, if he had. Not because you… belong to me. But because you were weak and unable to stop anyone that might have tried. Thank god William’s even more of a puppy than I am.”

  “Will is more of a Greyhound.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah, you know – sleek, effective, streamlined.”

  “Okay, let’s just drop the whole dog-topic already.”

  “And, just for the record – of course I belong to you. Ass-hat.”

  He practically beamed at you.

  “Ditto. Mama bear.”

  You’d been talking while walking back from lunch, and when you got back to your office, Anita was there. Just standing in the middle of the room, with her signature scowl in full effect.

  “Hi, mom. Wow, you’re actually in the office, it must be serious.”

  “Fifty noise-complaints in the last hour – is serious.”

  You both stopped smiling, and threw a nervous glance at one another, but she just huffed and turned to you.

  “Have you had yourself checked out by medical, yet?”

  “No… why would I…?”

  “Because human beings don’t possess the biological imperative to breed, to the point where their libidos take control of their bodies.”

  You had actually checked both your offices for cameras and microphones a good while back, and found nothing. And there weren’t any fucking flowers in your office!

  “How the hell do you know that? Seriously… How?”

  She just rolled her eyes.

  “Get your ass down to medical. Now.”

  “No.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Whatever it is, I feel fine now, which means they probably wouldn’t be able to detect anything abnormal, so I’m gonna finish my work for the day, and then I’ll go to medical.”

  You walked over to your desk as you spoke, and as you sat down, you remembered something.

  “And by the way, where you in charge of selecting my substitute while I was gone?”

  “Yes. Petra wasn’t ideal.”

  “You don’t say. If I’m ever gone for an extended period of time again, no one sets foot in my fucking office. Got it?”

  “Did you just try and give me an order, loco?”

  “I’m not trying anything. I’m telling you. No one.”

  She threw you a kinda skewed smile and then turned around to leave. But as she crossed the threshold she stopped and looked back at you with pure steel in her eyes.

  “4pm. If you’re not at medical by then, I’ll drag you there by your ear.”

  “Try it. Please.”

  She left and you sighed and looked at Marcus, who had sat down on the couch again, one arm draped over the backrest while he’d watched you take on Máma.

  “Are you absolutely sure you feel fine? Because I’m all kinds of hot and bothered right now.”

  “50 noise-complaints, Marcus. That’s half the damned building.”

  “And like I said: fuck ‘em.”

  “Please go away so I can think.”

  “Only if you promise to call me the moment you feel any amount of craving. I’m serious.”

  “You think I want to feel like that again? Of course I’ll call, and you’d better pick up. I don’t care if HQ’s on fire.”

  “You have my word, famb.”

  “You know, your list of nicknames is getting a bit ridiculously long.”

  “Oh, I haven’t even started on the real one’s yet.”

  “Real ones?”

  “Prometida, esposa, amada, mi corazón…”

  “Okay, okay, have as many as you like, jeez.”

  “Which one’s your favourite?”

  “You already know.”

  He got up from the sofa and came over to kiss you before he left. His lips lingered long after the kiss ended.

  “Hermosa…”

  He was intoxicating. You put a hand up on his chest and pushed him away gently.

  “Get out of here, gorgeous. Mama’s got work to do.”

  “Oh, that’s mean. You know how I love it when you talk all husky like that.”

  “I’ll call you if I need you.”

  He walked away looking disappointed, but also kind of expectant, like he was looking forward to getting you back later. You smiled and shook your head after the door closed behind him.

  You did get a lot of work done after that, and even if you were still miles behind from catching up to where you’d been 7 weeks ago, it still felt good to have gotten back on track. Especially on what had been possibly the weirdest day of your life. Which was saying something.   Your libido stayed calm and behaved for the rest of the workday, but you did see Anita’s point in getting yourself checked over, and so you were planning on going to the med-bay.   But at 3:30 you were working on your computer, looking up rare metals for an upcoming build, and you sort of stumbled over a site for wedding-rings.   You were just gonna take a quick peak, scrolling through the various options, and getting progressively more worked up as you saw the price-tags.   You were just about to leave the page and go back to work, when an ad in the corner popped up.

  Wedding-dresses.

  Fuck.

  You clicked.

  “If you thought I was kidding about the ear, you were sorely mistaken.”

  You startled at the sound of her voice, and a puff of energy escaped you, sending papers flying everywhere.

  “Thanks a lot, Anita. Why don’t you give me a heart-attack while you’re at it?”

  “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s not my fault you were so engrossed in that screen you didn’t notice me. What were you looking at, anyway?”

  Had half an hour already passed? You just clicked on that ad a second ago… And why was she looking at you like that?

  “Just research.”

  “Mhm. Let’s go.”

  “Alright, just let me get these papers off the floor.”

  As expected, since the event seemed to have passed, the medical exam didn’t reveal anything, and Anita seemed unnecessarily peeved about that.

  “What are you so upset about? What exactly did you think they’d find?”

  “Nothing. Never mind.”

  “Never mind, my ass. You all but dragged me to this exam, and now you’re disappointed. So, spill. What’s the deal?”

  “I just hoped that maybe… you increased enthusiasm was…”

  “Was…?”

  “Alright, most women experience increased sensitivity when they’re pregnant. I just wanted to be sure.”

  You sort of half froze midway through pulling your pants back on, and your hands involuntarily went to your abdomen.

  “Oh… I never even considered…”

  “I’m sorry, niña. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  “No, I’m not upset. God, I don’t even know what I am.”

  You finished dressing and sat down on a chair, letting your head fall into your hands.

  “Eight months ago, I was just a designer, going on a fucking vacation. Now, I don’t even know what the hell I am anymore, much less what to do. Every time I think I’m starting to get a handle on things, something else happens and I’m lost again.”

  She tapped your leg with her cane, ushering you to look at her.

  “What you are, is my son’s fiancé. My granddaughter’s adoptive mother. You’re smart, highly capable and stubborn, kind and caring, but abrasive when the situation requires it. You’re everything you need to be. And that’s all you ever really need to know about yourself.”

  You drew a deep breath.

  “Do you think he made the right choice? With me?”

  “Yes. Yes, I do.”

  “Thank you.”

  You called Marcus to let him know how the exam had gone, and he was just about to pick up Missy, so since you had your own car you told him you’d race him home.   But you decided to stop by Amanda’s house on the way. You wanted to talk to both of them, but her place was closer.

  When you walked in at home, Missy was in the living room playing a video-game with Noodles, A Capella and Wild Card. It had been a while since she’d had any friends over, and you smiled when you saw how much fun she was having.

  “Hey, Alma! Wanna see me crush these guys for the second time?”

  “Any day of the week, angel, but I gotta talk to your dad right now.”

  “Okay, suit yourself!”

  You laughed and walked into the kitchen to find him opening pizza-boxes and distributing slices onto plates.

  “Hey, sweetheart, sorry, this wasn’t planned, they just spontaneously asked if they could come over as I was picking her up.”

  “Honey, why are you explaining yourself?”

  “I don’t know… it’s just, with the weird day you’ve had and how you seemed a little down after the exam, I thought that maybe you weren’t quite in the mood for a house full of teenagers.”

  “No matter how I feel, Missy’s entitled to enjoy herself with her friends. I would never wanna deprive her of that.”

  “No, I know. I just worry about you.”

  “Yeah, I do too, sometimes. But that’s usually when I remember I have you, and it all feels better.”

  He smiled and asked you to help him carry out the food to the living room, and once you’d done that, you sat down at the dinner table to eat yourselves.

  “So… I may have googled wedding-dresses today.”

  He beamed.

  “Really? Did you manage to narrow down any preferences? Don’t give me any specifics, by the way.”

  “I did, I think. Or, at least, I found a lot of stuff I didn’t like, so I guess that helps. I don’t know, I feel like I need to see them, touch them, to actually get a sense of what I like.”

  He beamed even more.

  “I really like the sound of this. I’m sure Amaire would come with you if you asked.”

  “Yeah, I kind of already asked them to, this weekend.”

  He was fucking radiating joy at that point. He got up and took your hand, leading you to the bedroom and closing the door behind you.   Then he reached into his pocket and fished something out. His smile turned just a hint of insecure, as he held up the ring he’d chosen for you.   It was gold-plated steel, with a single row of small diamonds sunk into the centre of the band all the way around. A sturdy and solid piece that wouldn’t break or lose its shape.   While you admired it, he started trying to explain his choice.

  “I know you’re not much of a jewellery-girl, so I figured we’d skip the whole engagement ring plus wedding-band. You can wear it right away if you want and then just take it off before the ceremony, or you can wait and put it on then, either way is fine with me. That is, if you like it? If you don’t, we’ll take it back and you can pick something else. It just felt right as soon as I saw it. You’re not the frail silver band type of person, and I know you’d only get annoyed with a big rock getting in the way and getting caught in stuff. You work with your hands and so I figured something sturdy but elegant. I have a matching one just without the diamonds. Please say something before I pass out from oxygen-depravation…”

  “I love it.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. Really.”

  You both beamed.

  “Can I put it on you?”

  “You better.”

  He slipped it on your finger and it fit perfectly. And for the first time it really sunk in that you were gonna marry this man. The love of your life.   It felt like a really long time until the kids went home and Missy went to bed, with her headphones on.

  “I totally forgot, we need to go bed-shopping, honey.”

  “I don’t know, a mattress on the floor might be preferable until we know the extent of your ‘heat-situation’.”

  “Mm. Good point. Although, breaking in a new bed is always fun.”

  “Hermosa.”

  “What?”

  “Stop talking and get undressed. I’ve been waiting for this all night.”

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[keig-hoe-takami]

Chapter 1

‘Ichirou, wait for me!’ Mina yelled to her furry eared friend who seemed to have completely forgotten she existed.

‘huh- oh! Sorry Mina I’m just super brain dead at the moment,’ she muttered, grey eyes looking down at her black school shoes,

‘Thinking about the entrance exam?’ Mina questioned, the UA entrance exam was tomorrow and despite wishing with all her heart that the two of them would make it to the elite hero school, Ichirou knew how hard it could be. Still, a girl could dream.

‘How’d you know,’ she replied somewhat sarcastically as the girls headed out of the front doors,

‘Don’t worry about it ‘rou- we just have to do our best! Besides, your quirk is crazy awesome, any hero academy would be happy to have you.’

‘Says you- your quirk is so cool,’ the girl lifted her hands, making pew pew sounds to mimic the alien queen’s quirk as the girl beside her giggled.

Two strong hands suddenly began to ruffle the two poor girls hair, Ichirou’s ears folding in irritation,

‘Hey if it isn’t pinky and puppy!’ The black haired boys arms dropped to their shoulders as he squeezed himself in between the best friends.

‘Hey Kiri, you ready for tomorrow?’ Ichirou asked, fixing her charcoal grey ears

‘You know I am, you feeling those biceps?’ He exclaimed,

‘We sure are.’ Mina rolled her eyes at the boys show of confidence, not that the girls didn’t enjoy the slightly insane things Kirishima came out with during the displays of manliness he saved just for them.

‘Well, I’ll see you guys tomorrow okay?’ Ichirou said, breaking from the group to catch her bus,

‘Bright and early.’ Mina replied, throwing up a peace sign,

‘Later puppy!’ called Kiri as she turned down the neighbouring street.

The walk to the bus was refreshing, finally able to think without hearing Mr Ito drone on about quadratics. As long as the practical test was close combat, she’d be fine. Her quirk didn’t do very well at long distance, despite her heightened senses making it easy for her to sense things coming, her claws were only useful during one on one fighting. Her increased strength and speed also lending to the fighting style. As she reached the bus her swaying tail wrapped itself around her leg politely, as it often did in crowded places.The bus ride was long, Ichirou lived pretty far out of the city and unlucky for her, her mum was often too busy to pick her up. But still, the alone time was appreciated, she thought back to Mina’s words, her friend had been right, mutant quirks were often accepted at a pretty high rate, just lower than those with power up quirks, so even if she didn’t get into UA, the chances of achieving her dream and becoming a hero were still high.

‘Holy shit, we’re actually here!’ The red head exclaimed as the three friends crossed the gates to UA hero academy. Ichirou was nervous, rightfully so, but she also knew that there was no point in worrying- she just had to battle through the nerves and do her best!

‘I’m getting anxious- what if we haven’t revised enough?’ Mina fretted, despite her sunshiny demeanour, the pink girl often worried about academic skills- relying on Ichirou to help her with homework every other week.

‘Don’t panic Mina- we’ve been working so hard all year- its going to be fine.’ Ichirou tried to reassure her, squeezing her hand and sending a confident smile her way.

‘Yeah exactly, and even if we don’t do great in the written test- there’s still the practical exam! The perfect place to show off your manliness!’ Kirishima chimed in,

‘I don’t have any manliness Kiri!!’ the stressed girl cried in exasperation,

‘Pinky come on, you’ve got more manliness than me- you’re awesome!’ the boy wrapped an arm around his friends shoulder, pulling Ichirou with her. The three fell into each other, breaking out into giggles before realising exactly where they were, the steps to the entrance. This was it. They were going to make it!

The written exam ended up being easier than expected for Ichirou, but the same couldn’t be said for Kiri and Mina- the two wannabe hero’s had struggled and were hoping to do better in the practical part of the exam. Ichirou was pulled from her thoughts by the enthusiastic yelling of Present Mic, pro hero and teacher at UA as he explained the battle ground that would contain the practical segment of the exam.

The exam seemed like it would be pretty easy for Ichirou, being short range fighting, and the girl began to think that she might just actually get into the Hero Academy. The unlucky thing for Ichirou, was the fact that she wouldn’t be with Kiri and Mina for the exam, apparently being with people you already knew was an unfair advantage, so the girl would have no one to lean on.

Ichirou looked around her group for the exam, everyone looked pretty strong and kind of unapproachable, which was understandable considering the stakes. She was pretty sure she looked scary too, surveying the crowd and trying to figure out her opponents weaknesses. Her eyes met those of a boy with ashy blond hair who had been stood confidently near the front of the pack, his muscles flexing as he crossed his arms and scowled at her. Ichirou felt her face heat up as she quickly looked away. Now was not the time.

‘And the exam begins!’ Present Mic’s voice sounded round the arena as the ten minute countdown began.

Letting in a deep breath, Ichirou felt the change come over her, enhancing her senses as she feels the people around her start to move forward. She set of at a run, faster than her average speed thanks to her elevated wolf form, her puffed up tail swaying behind her as she picked up the pace. If she was going to get into UA, she was going to have to tap into her wolf senses more than ever before.

Her vermillion eyes spotted a villain at the end of the deserted street she’d been running down, sometimes it was best to get away from the pack. Directing all her attention towards the approaching bot, Ichirou extended the dark claws at the ends of her fingertips, aiming carefully for the perfect weak spot She found it, claws grabbing at the metal body of the machine and pulling the surface away to reveal the wires that she quickly cut through, claiming her first three points. The sweating girl was almost to busy rejoicing to sense the 2 point robot sneaking up behind her. Almost. At the very last minute, she turned, stretching her leg out with all her might and breaking off the head of the robot. Understanding now that there was no time to enjoy her quick victory, the girl hurried off in the direction of her other contestants, taking out robots on the way and slowly increasing her score.

As she reached the Main Street of the urban battleground, a loud booming noice filled her sensitive ears (an irritating downside to her quirk) leaving them ringing. She looked around for the creator of the horrible sound, almost giving up until she saw the blond boy from earlier surrounded by bots. Another explosion sounded from the vicinity and by the looks of things, they were thanks to the boys quirk. Great. Still, he looked like he needed help so the wolffish girl ran over, grabbing at the head of one of the robots that was advancing on his back, kicking at its body and effectively splitting it in two. She turned to another bot that looked worryingly close to the overwhelmed boy.

‘Hey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing!’ The boy shouted aggressively as he aimed another ear bleeding explosion toward the oncoming bots.

‘I’m helping you out!’ Ichirou was shocked at his tone, but still sent him a smile as she scratched at her bots wires.

‘You’re stealing my bots, you extra!’ the boy directed more of his attention towards the girl as the onslaught of bots became easier to deal with,

‘Seriously? You think you could have finished this without me?’ She took a deep breath as her final bot fell.

‘Of course I could have, did you see my fucking quirk?’ All his attention coming to face the irritated girl beside him,

‘Yeah I saw your fucking quirk, heard it too.’ Ichirou replied, his red eyes finally meeting her own, she looked him up and down. Fuck. He’d looked hot before they’d started but now, with his hands smoking and sweat soaking his vest, he looked- well, shit, he looked even hotter.

‘Whatever, runt.’ The blond boy replied, turning down the street and leaving her behind,

‘I’m not a dog!’ She shouted after him, a blush forming on her cheeks. What the hell was wrong with her brain, to find someone that brash and irritating hot? With no time to think, she set off in the opposite direction of the aggressive boy.

The ten minutes seemed to last a lifetime as Ichirou racked up points, sticking with a larger group of wanna be hero’s to protect them and herself. All was going well and good until suddenly a loud crash was heard from around the corner and a building began to tumble into the road. The cause of the huge destruction rounded the corner. The robot towered over the students, an unexpected obstacle that they hadn’t been warned about by Present Mic.

‘What the hell is that thing!’ A girl with strange tentacle like objects coming from her ears said what everyone was thinking.

‘Just run guys!!’ A tall, bulky boy cried out, already turning on his heals. Ichirou would have turned with him, deciding that her quirk, or anyone’s for that matter, would be useless against the machine, but before she could, her sensitive ears picked up on a whimpering from underneath the rumble. And without even realising that she’d started running, she was sprinting toward the sound to see what she could do. Fucking hero complex. She neared the rubble that the cries were coming from, there was at least two voices both seeming to be male. The threat of the robot still loomed above her, but Ichirou could only hope that she would make it in time.

‘Ouch- you’re crushing my arm!’ the higher voice cried, they were close,

‘Hey! Are you guys okay?’ Ichirou kneaded down, trying to find the boys but it was too dark,

‘What do you think?’ the high voice from earlier questioned in exasperation,

‘Dude, chill.’ A calmer voice rang out, ‘Do you think you could help us out?’

‘I cant really see much but I’m going to try move some stuff first.’ The huge robot was searching the area, Ichirou knew she couldn’t bring attention to herself, but she also knew one wrong move would result in the two boys being even more crushed. This was going to be tricky.

‘I think I could give you a hand with that- hold on’ For just a few seconds, light filled the tunnel the boys seemed to be stuck in, thankfully it was enough for Ichirou to gain her bearings.

‘Cool, give me one second.’ The girl reached for a large piece of metal that would hopefully clear an exit for them to climb out.

‘Thanks a lot, couldn’t have made it out without you.’ the boy who had managed to light up said appreciatively,

‘Yeah…’ the other, smaller boy with balls for hair said slowly, drool practically running down his chin as he definitely wasn’t looking at Ichirou’s face.

‘It was no problem, are you alright now? I just want to go see if I ca-’

‘TIMES UP!’ Present Mics voice rang around the arena, cutting the girl off.

‘Huh, guess we better head to the entrance.’ The blond boy looked worried, the rubble incident had lost all three of them precious time.

‘Yeah, I’m Ichirou Sato, by the way.’ She replied smiling at the boy next to her,

‘I’m Denki, Denki Kaminari. Nice tail.’ Denki replied as the three made their way slowly towards the larger group.

‘I like your tail too,’ said the purple headed boy, though somewhat creepier than Denki had been.

‘Thank you, your quirks really cool Denki, but um- I haven’t seen yours yet.’ Ichirou gestured toward the strange boy, giving him a tight smile.

‘Yes, I just-‘ there was a pause as the boy pulled one of the purple balls from his head, ‘I just do this.’

‘Oh, that’s pretty neat.’ Ichirou said raising her eyebrows at the slightly strange quirk.

‘Yeah that’s real cool buddy.’ The two shared a look, knowing that with a quirk like that, it would be surprising if the poor guy managed to get into UA.

“Chirou!’ Mina cried, running towards her tired friend and throwing her arms around her, ‘How do you think you did?’ the question was much more serious, Mina pulled back to stare into Ichirou’s eyes,

‘I think I did pretty well, my group was really good though, how did you guys do?’ She replied, now noticing a somewhat bummed out Kirishima standing behind Mina and scuffing his feet,

‘I worked as hard as I could, but Kiri here,’ the pink girl turned to poke him in the chest, ‘seems to think he did bad.’

‘What, why Kiri?’ the two girls turned their attention to their beat up looking friend,

‘I don’t know,’ he shrugged, turning on his heal ‘come on lets head home.’

‘Oh hell no, tell us what’s wrong.’ Mina was adamant to understand why Kiri was so annoyed at himself. He got like this at times when he didn’t think he’d done his best, all closed off and anxious to change the subject. Ichirou had been friends with him long enough to know that he needed to talk, but didn’t want anyone thinking he wasn’t manly.

‘Kiri, you can talk to us, you know that.’ Ichirou said, linking their arms together as Mina did the same on the other side, ‘If you don’t want to its perfectly fine, but we are right here.’

‘I know where you are, puppy. I just, I don’t know, I just think there was some guys in my group doing better than me, I mean there was this guy literally bulldozing through stuff, all I can do is block!’ Kiri replied, sighing in exasperation smiling and squeezing the two girls arms tight as they headed out of the gates,

‘Don’t worry about what other people can do, Kiri, your quirk is so awesome-’ Ichirou reassured him,

‘Its got pro hero potential.’ Mina chimed in, reiterating the words that Mr Ito so very often used to describe Kirishima,

‘Yeah exactly, you’re gonna be the manliest hero there ever was.’ The other girl finished, smiling up at the blushing boy,

‘Thanks guys, it- it really means a lot.’ There was a lull as the three friends now wondered what it would be like if they all managed to reach the next step of their dreams

‘Do you guys just wanna crash at my place?’ Mina asked, looking other at the two hopefully,

‘Hell yeah!’ Ichirou replied, ‘But I don’t know how much fun I’ll be- I’m so tired.’

‘Me too, don’t worry, that was the craziest thing I’ve ever done.’ Mina reassured her,

‘It was so awesome, it felt like I was a real hero.’ Kiri chimed in,

‘Yeah same! I felt so cool!’ Mina agreed,

‘Everything was so insane- did you get a huge robot?’

‘Uh-huh it was massive, I thought it was just supposed to be zero points!’

Ichirou smiled as her two friends shared their stories but her brain was just too tired to chime in, god she hoped the three of them made it.

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Can I request a scenario where Giyuu and his s/o are expecting their first child

This took long enough hueeeee

Word count: 2k+ 

Giyuu remembered it, he remembered it all.

He recollects his memory where he was supposed to meet you after the mission he had for straight two days because the location was actually far away than he thought it would be. When he returned home, he was anticipating that you’re going to welcome him as usual and kiss him on the lips, however, after how many minutes of waiting for your approach and see you peeping your head at the corner of the wall, you still haven’t emerged from the edge and didn’t see you inside the house.

He was perplexed to where have you gone to since you’re not the type of person who would stay outside when the heaven was turning into its muskmelon and flushed colour and the sun for the day was subsequently descending. Giyuu looked for you in various rooms inside your comfortable abode.

An unexpected knock was overheard at the frontal door which causes Giyuu to suspend in his tracks and from finding you inside the house. Without wasting a second, Giyuu unlocked the door and saw Shinobu in front of his doorstep. He was bewildered to why is the Insect pillar was visiting him at this hour, she’s not the one who would visit him though she’s only going to if you’re in the house and if she was gonna tell him a piece of information from the headquarters.

When Shinobu told him the purpose of her visit; Giyuu’s eyes floated open moderately and lip leisurely hang once he gathered the news from her.

The reason why you’re not in your shared home is that you were at the butterfly estate where her servants were taking care of you since you suddenly pass out when you’re visiting Shinobu. But what makes him rendered speechless and stunned is upon hearing the surprising news he’d got from the Insect pillar, which is; you’re three weeks pregnant.

Apprehending that you were pregnant of his child, Giyuu doesn’t know how to reveal the ecstasy he was feeling at the very moment, comprehending that you’re the one who’s carrying his child. He was absolutely astounded that his mind went nebulous and his vision was only settled on you whose giving him a soft smile with teardrops trickling down on your gills. His ears were blocked to any noises inside the premises and he only gapes at you with a dumbfounded yet concerned countenance.

Giyuu promptly embraces you while nestling his face on your head. He was feeling blithe and wanted to celebrate with you but he’s more concerned about your wellbeing. Specifically that you went unconscious when he was on his mission. He’s relieved that you passed out in Shinobu’s residence, not in your shared house where no one else other than you inside. He’s grateful that you’re doing well after the servants of Shinobu performed a great job from taking care of you.

Currently, you were now six months pregnant whereas your stomach was now bloated rather than before. You couldn’t move properly because of your shape right now.

Giyuu was very attentive of you, he didn’t let his eyes avert from your figure even just for a second and would always assist you if you’re going to stand up or go to a specific room inside your household.

If you need something, he will spontaneously get it for you and order you to stay put and repose since he doesn’t want you to move exceedingly. He’s very overprotective and circumspect of your wellbeing. He doesn’t want any mishaps to occur to you considering that you’re pregnant and he doesn’t want any grave results to befall to your precious little one.

Giyuu was very sensitive when holding you, even if he’s just going to help you walk, his grasp on you was like a piece of gemstone that he doesn’t want to shatter and only caress it with care. That’s how careful the Water pillar was and he’s regularly the one running errands for you.

If you’re having cramps and you sense the stinging pain of your stomach, Giyuu’s face would deform in a terrified and alerted expression. He will quickly fly towards you and ask if you’re okay, then Giyuu will soothe you by cradling you in his arms and kiss the top of your forehead to make you feel placid.

“Are you now alright?” He asked you while rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.

“Yes, it’s just that our little bean’s kick is stalwart.”

Giyuu’s lips curved upwards and rest his hands on your bloated tummy. You can recognise the sincerity in his grin and the fondness while softly stroking your abdomen. Subsequently, Giyuu started to kneel down and gently settled his ear on your stomach while drawing circles on the sides.

The loving gesticulation of your husband produces a smile to display on your visage. Eyeing Giyuu whose beaming a faint smile that was seriously rare of him to do that, you couldn’t help but rake your fingers through his hair and motioned him to come closer to you.

Giyuu takes a second to discern your gesture and in a swift, he bent forward to you and you caught him off guard by giving him a chaste kiss before tittering. The Water pillar was dumbfounded at what you had induced but either way, he only kisses your forehead, bequeathing you his heart-melting smile.

During your bath time, the ravenette wouldn’t disregard of not helping you to take a warm bath. He would incipiently be the one preparing the bathtub for you and will scrub your back and wash your hair.

It legitimately makes your eyes go droopy and makes you somnolent because of how his hands were scratching your scalp and you just wanted to sleep in the hot water since it’s really refreshing. However, Giyuu would blandly scold you not to sleep or you will catch a cold.

In your bed, Giyuu wouldn’t miss of sweeping your hair until you fall asleep, he wouldn’t forget to proffer you a kiss on the temples before you drift into your dreamland.

“I love you, Giyuu…” you said groggily and the said man merely nodded.

“I love you too.”

Giyuu coiled his arms around you while stroking your back to make you feel at ease and fall asleep.

In the arms of your husband, you feel the security you need and the sincere affection he has for you. His hold and kisses were tender that was earnestly keeping himself to harm you even if it’s just a flick of his fingers. Giyuu resonates as a pirate that you have been heard in one of the tales your mother had told you. You are the treasure chest that he was looking for and wouldn’t let go even if it needs to unsheathe his sword and dirty his hands just to protect you at all cost.

Giyuu is a man who wouldn’t hesitate if he already made up his mind. For instance, you want to eat some desserts since it’s been a long time you savour some sweet granular cakes and chocolates. However, your husband would instantly refuse your requests and forbids you from eating desserts because he said that it’s not good for your wellness.

He would always bring you fruits and plenty of vegetables for you to eat. And it’s really been hell for you to not gulp some mouth-watering sweets even just for once. He’s too adamant of keeping you healthy and not going to fluctuate from his resolute words whether you show him your best puppy eyes that everyone will definitely couldn’t resist.

“Why are you so strict, Giyuu? I just want to eat some cake,” you pouted while crossing your arms over your chest.

The Water pillar stopped from reading the newspaper and darted his eyes at you. “I told you it’s not good for your health, (Name).”

“Even just for once? Just this once please!”

“No, and that’s final.” Was all he said before resuming from reading the newspaper.

“Stingy,” you murmured and whipped your head to the side, feeling dejected.

Giyuu peered over the newspaper that he was holding and studied your face whose giving a gloomy expression. The deep azure eyed man feels a bit guilty for being so strict to you. Your husband was aware of how you like to eat desserts and he prohibits you to eat those sugary edibles due to the fact that he’s only wary of your health and for your baby.

The ravenette extracts a soft sigh before placing the newspaper on the coffee table. He thought it wouldn’t mean any harm if he let you eat for once. Moreover, he couldn’t resist himself from you being so grouchy and will avoid him because of his edgy persona.

“Well then, I’ll let you eat some cake, but just this once, (Name),” he says.

Upon hearing his remark, your head quickly snapped to look at him and thus, your eyes glistened in delight once you comprehend that Giyuu was letting you eat your favourite sugary stuffs!

“Really?! You’re the best Giyuu! Thank you so much!” You were about to lunge at him and give him a tight hug but your husband already halted you by standing up and went towards your way to land a soft kiss on your head.

“You shouldn’t move too much, you’re aware of your condition, right?”

“Hmm!” You throw your arms around his waist and nuzzle your face into his abdomen. The Water pillar grinned at your action and rest his hands on the top of your head, slowly brushing it.

The sun was finally settling and you and your husband was having a sweet time by getting cozy on the sofa; Giyuu curtseying in front of you while resting his head on your bump tummy. Giyuu wouldn’t miss a day to sense the thrust of your unborn child against your stomach and once he feels the slight kick of your baby, his eyes will automatically go broad and stared at you with an astonished countenance.

You would always find yourself laughing at your dorky husband because he looks like a lost man in a foreign country and scared as fuck when he felt your little bean’s strong kick.

“Oh, Giyuu, why are you always looked shocked when you felt him kicking in my stomach?” You giggled. Giyuu blinked a few times before answering you with his calm demeanour.

“Isn’t that a bit painful?” Giyuu’s face was contorted with apprehension and you let out a cackle.

“Sometimes, but I don’t mind if it means for you to feel our little bean’s sturdy kick.”

A smile formed on his lips then places his warm hands on your belly. “Yeah, I’m happy every time I feel him kicking on my face.”

“I’m certain that our little bean is as strong as his father.”

Giyuu’s body stiffens for a while before slowly heaving his chin to look at you. His chapped lips were a tad separated and watched you with fondness and adoration. The Water pillar merely gawked at you as if you’re the beautiful scenery that lies from the horizon. The permanent warm smile of yours that mirrors like the sun smiling brilliantly for the brand-new day.

Giyuu couldn’t verbalise how happy he was for having you in his life and added by his unborn child that you’re carrying. He didn’t regret a single thing for making you his wife and live with him for a lifetime. He will do anything to protect you and the family that you’re going to build.

You are his treasure, your first child is his treasure. Your family that you’re going to create is his treasure. Everything that involves you is his treasure.

That is why he’s going to protect you and his family whether it necessitates his own life. He wouldn’t let any conundrums to befall with his own family.

Giyuu stands up from his kneeling position and caresses your cheeks before dipping down to latch his lips on yours.

“I love you, Giyuu,” you said sweetly and cupped his cheeks, tracing circles on his cheekbones.

“I love you both, you and our child.”

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in support of wildfire relief, @peromy-march donated $10 and requested Gabriel/Kevin, fluff & tickling. Thank you for donating!

to get your own personalized fic, please see this post. (no longer taking prompts)

After a 'dinner' that had consisted of half a Reese's cheesecake, a shared pint of coffee Haagen-Dazs, and three vodka-soaked mudslides, Kevin wonders if it's possible to be drunk on sugar. There are a lot of chemicals working on his body right now; it seems like it could be a thing. Or he's just drunk. Or he's just having a sugar high. It's all very hard to tell.

"Did you know you get very quiet when you're gestating a food baby?" Gabriel says.

"I don't think food babies gestate," Kevin says. He rolls his head to the side and Gabriel's watching him, clearly entertained. "They just, like… digest. You're not supposed to digest babies."

"Well, maybe you aren't," Gabriel says, and Kevin makes a face at him. He was probably supposed to make a face, judging by how much bigger Gabriel's grin gets. He walks into this stuff, all the time. It'd be more annoying if he hadn't just decided to give up. Gabriel's an archangel, and even if he seems to be an archangel of screwing around, he's just… always gonna win. Kevin's okay with it. Mostly. Except when his gut feels as sore as this.

"I think the ice cream was a bad idea," Kevin says.

"Now that is blasphemy," Gabriel says, sitting up. He executes a sloppy sign of the cross in the air above Kevin's prone body. "Say forty-two Hail Marys, get an exorcist. No, wait, don't get an exorcist, the ones you'd call are six foot twenty and absolutely no fun."

Kevin snorts, can't help it. Even that jostles his belly, though, and he groans, flopping over onto his side. "Seriously," he says, "I'm gonna pop."

Gabriel leans in, his chin on his hand. "Tell me before you do, sweetcheeks," he says, unrepentant and smiling. "I don't want any prophet goop in my hair."

Kevin sighs, cupping his sore tummy. Gabriel really ought to feel more guilty except that, according to Dean at least, archangels didn't understand the concept of guilt. That might be true—Sam hadn't rolled his eyes, like he usually did when Dean dropped an aphorism—but either way, Gabriel could at least fake it. All of this was his idea. It's not like it's Kevin's fault that he's lactose intolerant. When cheesecake came up, it wasn't Kevin's fault that he'd never had any. When Gabriel's eyes lit up and he said, strange harmonics in his voice, you haven't?, it wasn't Kevin's fault that he got whisked away on angel wings to some random grocery store, and saddled with a shopping basket, and ordered to follow an unimaginably powerful idiot around like a long-suffering servant. He'd been promised over and over that angel powers would somehow put the lactose intolerance at bay. It may have, but now he's got other problems.

A warm hand settles on his belly, above where he's protectively holding it. "Okay, kiddo, you gotta be straight with me," Gabriel says. Kevin squints at him with one eye. "Cheesecake. How did it measure up? In the scheme of things."

"It was good," Kevin admits. "But it's going to kill me. Then you guys are just going to have to find another prophet, okay. You can visit me in heaven but if I die because of dairy desserts, I quit."

Gabriel hums. "You know, that's fair," he says, and Kevin drops his eye closed again, and sinks into the bed.

He has no idea where they are. Sam and Dean are probably going nuts—well, mostly Dean. Kevin's meant to be working on the tablet, and Gabriel's supposed to be helping, and there are probably lives on the line. There are always lives on the line. Wherever Gabriel flew them to, it's cold outside, and the hotel they're in is kinda shabby but the bed's soft, and Kevin's warm, and tired, and… sore, but at least it's sore for this reason and not because he got the crap kicked out of him by demons, so. It could be worse.

The hand on his belly moves in a slow, soft circle. "Poor little guy," Gabriel says, quietly. "All tuckered out."

"I'm not a puppy," Kevin mumbles. The hand on his belly feels nice.

"Says the puppy," Gabriel says, and Kevin sighs but Gabriel's still petting his belly, and it's nice. Comforting. The bed shifts and then there's warmth at his back, and the hand starts a steady, oh-so-gentle massage. Soothing. He tips his head and there's a tiny tickle of breath at the back of his ear. A little laugh. The hand drags up to his chest, and down again, petting him practically through his t-shirt, and Kevin basically melts into the bed. All those mudslides, it feels easy to melt.

He's maneuvered, a little. He lets it happen. His head pillowed on a deceptively strong arm; his arms tucked up out of the way, in front of him. His shirt—disappeared?—but strange things happen around Gabriel and a disappearing shirt certainly wouldn't be the weirdest thing this week. Let alone today. Just means the warm, soothing tummy-rub he's getting feels all the more warm and soothing, and he tips his face into Gabriel's bicep, tangles his fingers into Gabriel's other hand. Soft squeeze, there, and then a squeeze low on his belly. He makes a little protesting sound and gets a tiny pinch, on his hip. "Be good," Gabriel says, and, duh, Kevin's always good.

He stays still, though. Doesn't object. Gabriel hums, some song Kevin doesn't know because he doesn't really know anything that's not in the Yo Yo Ma catalogue, and his hand slips from Kevin's belly to his back. Dexterous fingertips start tracing shapes over his bare skin and he shivers, at first, since it's so unexpected, but it feels—nice. A little ticklish, a little odd, but nice. Gabriel's voice is deeper than he would've thought, humming. The fingertips trace over his shoulderblades, his spine. His neck, bent forward, and that's sensitive, makes him shiver again. Gabriel's finger gets a little firmer—a poked dot, and another next to it, and then a dragged semi-circle below them—smiley face, traced into his back. He giggles.

"Hey, there he is," Gabriel says, and Kevin presses his smile into Gabriel's arm. Gabriel draws more shapes, featherlight, but Kevin can't tell what most of them are meant to be. One's a cat, he thinks, but for the rest, they could be enochian script or norse runes or penis drawings. Most likely the last, considering who he's with, but then every once in a while Gabriel shows depths. Well. One depth. At least a shallow ditch, sometimes.

"Hey, puppy," Gabriel whispers, against the back of his ear.

That's sensitive, too. Kevin huffs, sleepy. "What?"

"How's that tummy feeling?"

Oh. He kind of forgot, in how nice his back is feeling. He stretches out and sighs, feeling liquid. "Better," he says, and Gabriel says, "Good," and tangles his fingers around Kevin's, and then pinches his side, hard.

"Ah!" Kevin yelps. All those nerves jump and yelp with him. "Oh—you dick!"

"No idea what you're talking about," Gabriel says, and locks Kevin's hands in his unnaturally strong grip and then flutters the fingers of his other hand over the soft skin on Kevin's ribs, setting everything to twitching, making Kevin laugh helplessly.

"Stop it," he hiccups, but Gabriel hooks his leg over Kevin's too, trapping him completely on his side, and sets to work: tickling his ribs, his hip, goosing his butt, making Kevin jump and yelp and make just the dorkiest dumbest noises.

"You want me to stop?" Gabriel says, still pinching and tweaking and flickering his nails torturously light, and Kevin's shuddering but he chatters out, "If you d-don't I'm gonna pee the bed," and Gabriel says, completely delighted, "Oh, puppy," and in a quick flip Kevin's on his back, his hands pinned above his head and Gabriel straddling his hips, and Kevin's got tears in his eyes from laughing but he can still see the grin on Gabriel's face.

"You suck," Kevin manages, trying to catch his breath.

"Only my favorites," Gabriel says, and Kevin's probably flushed already but he knows he gets redder, because that's—jeez.

He's getting more of that steady amusement. He has no idea why Gabriel finds him—he doesn't even know if interesting is the word. He feels like a toy, a little bit. Something Gabriel like playing with. A puppy, he thinks, and he really is red, now, feels like his face is flaming from forehead to chest.

Fingers tap down the middle of his chest to his belly. He tenses, expecting more tickles, but Gabriel just flattens his hand there, where Kevin's still a little swollen from all the sugar but at least doesn't hurt. His eyes are so strange. Pretty, kind of. That strange color, like the bourbon Dean's always drinking, but in the lamplight in here they're basically gold. Kevin tugs his hands, asking, and Gabriel lets go, watching his face. Kevin licks his lips and touches Gabriel's thighs, carefully. He's still all dressed—jeans, and a t-shirt advertising something called Wally World, and a dark brown overshirt that Kevin wishes he'd take off. It's hard, though, to ask for that. Kevin doesn't even know what he wants, when it comes to that. But—Gabriel's weirdly entertained by him, and weirdly indulgent, and so he says, trying to sound confident, "Do that thing to my back again," and when Gabriel raises his eyebrows: "It—felt nice."

"Oh, he's demanding now, is he?" Gabriel says, and Kevin shrugs. He gets a sort of bow—hard to bow, when you're straddling someone, but Gabriel manages it—and a florid, goofy, "The prophet's wish is my command," and while he's still rolling his eyes Gabriel lifts higher, on his knees, and sets his hands on Kevin's waist. He gets flipped shockingly fast, right there so he's flat on his front, and his belly presses a little uncomfortably against the bed, but a pillow appears beneath him and he folds his arms around it, pressing his cheek down with a sigh. That's better. That's—perfect.

Gabriel resettles, his thighs on either side of Kevin's hips and his weight settled right on Kevin's ass. It feels… good. Kevin tries not think about it any more detail than that.

Light fingers settle on his shoulderblades, gently tickling, lighting the nerves under his skin. "Okay," Gabriel says, quietly, tracing unknown shapes across his back. "Operation cheesecake was a success, I'd say. Next time I kidnap you, we'll go cheese tasting."

Kevin's melting again, but he frowns at that, and turns his head to peek over his shoulder. "People go cheese-tasting?" he says, dubious. There's an affronted sound, and a mad light appears in Gabriel's eye. Kevin bites his tongue, too late. Well, shit. He's going to have to call Sam, somehow. Apparently work on the tablet won't be starting up again, right away.

[fluffy-lee]

The Discovery

Part 2 of the series “Keeping Her”

This is a TICKLE series. If you’re not into that, you don’t have to read. 

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: really fluffy? 

Summary: 

Tony and Steve find out the reader is ticklish in an unexpected way.

2013, Avengers Tower, 4 months after Y/n’s rescue

“Y/n! We’ve got to go up to the medbay for your check up!” Tony called as you came out of your room. 

You loved your room. It was very cozy with lots of pillows and fuzzy blankets. Beautiful lights streamed around the room which made it look magical in your eyes. You had only ever known windowless, gray, dull rooms with nothing but a bed and a small table. Your new room had big windows over-looking the city. Pepper, Natasha, and Steve had decorated it and surprised you a few weeks after you were rescued. Your favorite thing about your room though, is that it was right across the hall from Steve’s so if you needed him in the night, he was there. You were always kind of afraid to ask J.A.R.V.I.S. for anything. He could be kind of loud, and he’d probably alert Tony for whatever you needed. You really didn’t want to disturb Tony.  

 “Okay, Tony. No shots this time right?” You asked quietly, looking up at him. 

“Oh absolutely not! Not on my watch!” He exclaimed, making you smile.

 Tony meant so much to you. He was one of the new lights in your life. He let you help him in his workshop and he taught you so many things. You were interested in just about everything he had to say. You were always grateful to him for taking you in, but you were shy. Especially in the first few months of living with the Avengers. You weren’t able to communicate how you felt about things and how you felt about each of your new family members. You never had to to anyone before. Most of what the Avengers saw from you were “puppy dog eyes” as they called them. You didn’t talk very much, but you often wanted to be with at least one of them at all times. Occasionally you did enjoy being by yourself in your room, but mostly you wanted to be with either Steve, Tony, or Natasha. You had grown very attached to each of them, but then again, it was hard for you to open up.

“Come on y/n/n. Let’s see how you’re holding up.” He said as you followed him to the elevator. 

…

You sat on the exam table, with Tony and Steve also in the room, conversing. You waited patiently for your check up to start. You weren’t nervous. You had been seen by Bruce a lot during the last few months. He was very nice and you definitely considered him family. 

“Well looks like Bruce is running a bit behind, so he told me to go ahead and start,” Tony said, checking his phone. 

“You can do whatever it is he was supposed to do?” Steve asked.

“Cap, I don’t know if you are aware, but I’m a genius.” Tony said, raising his brow cockily. 

Steve rolled his eyes and shrugged. 

Tony did the usual. Checked your blood pressure, heart, ears, eyes, and throat. Everything was fine, until he asked you to do something different. 

“Alright y/n. Lay down.” Tony said, while reading the clipboard. 

You slowly did as instructed and gave Tony and Steve a questioning look.

“I need to do palpation.” Tony said to Steve.

“What does that mean?” Steve asked.

“It means I press on her abdomen to see if her organs are normal and that there isn’t any pain.”

That didn’t sound bad to you at all. It should be helpful, you thought.

“May I?” Tony asked, in which you in turn gave your consent. Tony nodded and pressed on the middle of your tummy, causing you to jolt rather harshly. Steve and Tony both look very alarmed by your reaction.

“Y/n, are you okay? Was that painful?” Tony asked.

You shook your head “no” and your cheeks were burning red. It didn’t hurt you… it tickled you. 

You were absolutely mortified that Steve and Tony might now figure it out. You secretly liked being tickled even though you were extremely ticklish, and you never understood why. The last time you were tickled was by a friend you had met during an assignment. That was many years ago. You always wanted Steve, Tony, or Thor to tickle you, but you were too shy. Now that it might actually be happening, you were super embarrassed and nervous by how you might react. You were afraid they would think you’re weird or babyish.

“Y/n, you need to tell Tony what is wrong, okay? It is very important.” Steve scolded you.

“Nothing is wrong.” You replied quietly, looking up at Steve.

Tony seemed to believe you and tried again. It took everything in you not to curl up laughing. His hand pushed in a particularly sensitive spot and you shot air out of your mouth harshly, which alarmed Tony and Steve once again.

“You need to tell me what’s the matter y/n. Did it feel painful in any specific area?” Tony asked, seriously concerned. Steve had the same worried look on his face. 

You were in such a dilemma. There is no way you were about to admit that it tickled, but you also didn’t want them to think you were sick when you were really fine. 

“I-I’m not hurting, Tony, I promise.” 

“Then why do you keep reacting weirdly as if something’s wrong?” Tony said, almost annoyed. He knew you were hiding something. Steve had his hands on his hips and was giving you a stern look that made you feel guilty, but you still were too nervous to admit your ticklishness. 

“I’m going to continue.” Tony said and began pushing your tummy. You tried so hard to be strong, but eventually you let out a squeak and jolted. Tony decided to keep going in order to hopefully get it out of you that it was hurting, but before he looked up, Steve noticed something that he didn’t. It was your tiny smiles that you kept struggling to hide. 

Steve burst out into his adorable giggles and put his hand on Tony’s shoulder to try to talk, but couldn’t get any words out. 

“What Steve?” Tony asked, surprised by his sudden outburst. You burned red and sat up on the table.

“Ihihihi kn-know what’s wrong!” Steve wheezed. “It’s so cute, Tohohohnyy! You were tickling her!”

A huge grin spread across Tony’s face as he laughed. “Y/n, is that true?” 

You hid your face in your hands and muffled a “yeah.” 

Steve caught his breath. “Well isn’t this a nice discovery! Our little y/n is ticklish!” He then went to squeeze your side, but you hopped off the table and ran out of the room with an embarrassed smile on your face.

“Oh no you don’t!” Tony yelled as he and Steve ran after you. 

You turned a corner and hid in a closet, trying your best to quiet your breathing. You were actually having fun but were still nervous to be tickled by them. Before, you didn’t know if it would ever happen. But now, once they found you, you knew it was going to be bad. 

“JARVIS. Where’s y/n?” Tony cheated. JARVIS notified Tony of your location without you knowing. 

Steve swung open the closet door. “There you are!” He said evilly as he dragged you out by your ankles and threw you over his shoulder. You were quietly giggling and trying to slip out of his grip but he was too strong. He dropped you on the couch in the living room and he and Tony towered over you. You used a throw pillow to protect your torso. 

Tony reached down and gave your knee a squeeze, earning a squeal from you. He and Steve could tell you were having fun. They had barely seen this side of you before and really wanted to see it more often, for your own good, even though it was adorably entertaining to them as well.

“Let’s see how ticklish you are, okay y/n?” Steve said sweetly and dug into your sides and tummy. You screamed and then began laughing like crazy. It actually took Steve back, to where he slowed down his tickles. Both he and Tony were shocked to see you react this way. They had never heard you laugh so hard. 

“Awwww!” Steve said, adoring this sight of you. He looked at Tony and ceased his tickling. “You want to try?”

“Of course,” Tony said and gently scritched under your arms while you let out high-pitched giggles and clamped your arms down. The sensation was unbearably ticklish as you felt his fingers wiggling against your skin and through the material of your shirt. Tony chuckled at you and stopped his tickles to let you breathe. “You are the most ticklish person I have ever seen!”

“Let me try her… ribs!” Steve exclaimed as he began to wiggle his fingers on and between the spaces of your ribs. You shrieked with laughter and tried to speak but couldn’t. You also really didn’t want to stay “stop” because, as bad as it tickled, you were secretly loving it.  

You had forgotten what it feels like to be tickled, but also, you had never been tickled this much before. You only ever endured a few seconds of it. This was minutes.

“Let’s try.. her thighs!” Tony said and began squeezing up and down your thighs and it tickled you so bad that after a few seconds, your laughter went silent. Tony let you breathe and then went back to tickling as Steve attacked your tummy. Your laughter went up an octave and you couldn’t even fight back anymore. You just took it. 

Tony and Steve kept tickling you. Both of them had different tickling methods, but both tickled like crazy. Just when you really couldn’t take it anymore, they let up, laughing along with you as residual giggles poured out of you. 

“Are you okay?” Tony asked you sweetly. 

You nodded and smiled at them. They smiled back and you hid your face in the couch, bashfully. 

“Oh come ‘ere you!” Steve said scooping you up in his arms in a cuddle. “Well, do we need to continue her check up?” Steve asked Tony.

“No, she’s all done. That was the last thing.” Tony said, still smiling at you.

After a minute or so, Happy Hogan entered the living room. “Hey Tony, Steve. You’re needed in the conference room.” Tony and Steve nodded and looked down at you. 

“How about you stay here and watch a movie? Is that alright?” Steve asked you. 

“Yes! I love movies!” You exclaimed. At that moment, Steve and Tony saw that the ice may have finally been broken since you had been in their lives. Your shyness had begun to fade, and the tickles seemed like they did the trick. 

Tony put on the movie for you while Steve covered you with a blanket. 

“Let JARVIS know if you need anything, and he will let us know, okay y/n?” Tony said as he and Steve began walking out of the room. 

Your heart swelled. “Okay, thank you… I love you, Steve and Tony..” You said.

They both stopped in their tracks and turned to you. They were not expecting to hear that. That was the first time you had ever told them you loved them. 

“I love you too, y/n.” Steve said softly, as he stood near the elevator, pressing a button. He felt like he may tear up, but held it back. 

Tony walked back and kissed your head. “I love you too, y/n/n.” Tony said and joined Steve. You then focused on your movie. 

    As Tony and Steve were riding up the elevator, they stood in silence until Tony finally spoke up. 

“So... Tickling was all it took. Huh.” He stated, rocking on his heels.

“Yep.” Steve said with a smirk.

[cutegirlmayra]

Could you make something of a sequel to the prompt where Amy is the heroine and Sonic is the one crushing on her? But something more lighthearted with Sonic effortlessly chasing Amy and hilarity ensues.

Lol, which sequel? (x) (x) (x)

I guess I’ll just do my best and try something? haha XD

Since you said ‘lighthearted’ I think you mean to stay off the Maria Robotnik thing, right? Just some cute shenanigans with Amyic? (Sonamy gender-bend ship name? lololol) Got it. Got it.

Prompt———————–

The wind howled past the rolling hills that littered the Green Valley Zone. It was a zone Amy came to often, a place she felt some peace.

She relaxed by some flowerbeds and stretched, seeing the day was young and the morning finally peeking its glowing eye over the horizon.

She yawned, “Whelp, where to next?” she lifted a knee up and let her arm sit on it, just looking over the beautiful world she had protected since she was a little girl.

And then she noticed something out of the ordinary in the distance.

She squinted her eyes, seeing a faint shade of blue racing through the valley’s ups and downs. The reverse loop-de-loops and jump-pads.

“…Is that..?” She began to grow concerned, “Oh no…” It was like her mouth was being tugged back by two fish hooks, realizing who was coming her way. “Eeee… I’ve got to get out of here!”

She pushed herself off the ground and started running, though she knew she was nowhere near as fast as Sonic The Hedgehog.

Still, he would either tackle her with a snuggly greeting or propose to her again, and she just didn’t want her morning spoiled by such doting admiration.

She looked for anything to hide in, but only found a palm tree and quickly climbed up it.

When Sonic did pass by, it was just a streak of blue.

She sighed, thinking maybe her red dress could blend in with the jump-pad at the top of the tree.

She waited… and heard nothing.

“Phew.” she started to come down the tree but noticed a crabbot looking up at her.

She froze, blinking at it.

It snipped a metallic claw.

She feined a smile, “Nice bot. Good bot… stay back…” she tried to climb down again, but it leaped up and snapped at her dress.

“Ah!” she heard a tear but scaled up the tree. “You naughty little-!” she noticed that a small slit was in her dresses back, a little of her white underpants showing through. “You’ll pay for that!” she jumped to slam down on the little robot, hammering it out but it sprung her back up with the hardness of its shell.

It was one of those robots she had to destroy by flipping it over to its underbelly. The top made a BOOING sound as she was flown back up and into the jump-pad on the tree.

“Nooooo…!!!” she cried out, face-first into a series of pre-determined angles where the jump-pads would launch her into many more jump-pads for an almost infinite chain.

Once the chain was completed she was flying through the air onto a completely separate part of Green Valley Zone, a usual shortcut for getting around but this one was not quite how she wanted to ‘fly in style’ so to speak…

Before hitting the ground, Amy was taken by a swiftly moving bullet, an arrow through the sky of primary blue that held her close and landed safely to the ground.

“Pah! What are you-?” she was slightly dazed by the hits but shook her head and was quickly alright again.

She looked up to see the smiling face of Sonic The Hedgehog, holding her in his arms bridal style. With the sun blocking his face, he actually looked pretty cool. However, when the cloud moved away, his face was revealed to be shining eyes that sparkled dramatically towards her.

Her expression of awe turned suddenly to awkward shyness. A sweat drop appeared on the side of her face as her open-mouth shook at the corner, trying to be polite and smile but didn’t seem to register it quite right.

“I can’t believe it! I found you! Amy Rose!” he was like a fanboy she couldn’t shake off…

She lowered her eyelids, mumbling out her defeated words, “Hello, Sonic… Long time no-OFFPH!”

Sonic crushed her face into his chest, snuggling her with his head reaching deep into her noggin’.

With a smushed face, she grimaced, knowing he wouldn’t see it as she grew more and more agitated by his obsessive loving.

She suddenly felt a skim of his nose pierce through her quilled hair and reach the soft fur below it, sensitive since it never usually was touched.

She flinched and tried to wiggle free, lifting a leg to step down from his hold as he moved his head away from the back of her head and nuzzle up to her cheek to cheek.

“I was so worried about you! Especially when Rouge told me the Master Emerald was stolen by that thieving echidna again!” She leaned away from him, arms crooked as though trying to escape without being so obvious about it.

He blinked and moved away from her then, “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, Sonic…” she lightly let out, but it was clear she was desperately attempting to not be rude. He was just concerned for her anyway… she shouldn’t scold people for caring about her so much…

“B-but what are you doing all the way out here?” She rubbed behind her head, squirming a finger down through her quills to itch the place his nose once skimmed.

“Oh! I was looking for you, duh.” He put his hands to his hips, “I thought you might be hungry! I’ll pay!”

“You always pay.” She closed her eyes and gave off a nervous frown, knowing full well that when he pays, he automatically tells the world they went on a date together…

“Aw, come on! Let me treat you again!” He pleaded, but Amy just stuck a hand up and held her ground.

“No thanks. People usually feed me for free anyway.”

“That’s because you’re so popular. Heee~” he chimed back. “But really, I was awfully concerned about ya… Let’s go do something together! Today!” he placed his hands together, leaning towards her with his sparkling eyes of puppy love again…

She had to look away from them, sweating a bit as she’s never had to deal with anyone so enthralled by her before.

“U… Uhmm…” It was hard to resist him. He was so pushy sometimes…

“Hmmm?” he moved closer.

She sighed, blinking a few times to him before giving in, slouching over. “Alright, Sonic. You win.”

“Oh good! We didn’t have to wait for your grumbling stomach this time around!” he gave her a thumbs up and offered his hands again, flexing his fingers as a ‘come to me’ sign.

His smile never faded, at least that was nice.

But beckoning her into his arms like that..?

Amy rubbed the side of her face, “I think I’d like to walk, thanks.” she politely turned him down and started off.

He looked a little confused, but then pouted, “I have speedy feet for a reason… you don’t have to wear yourself out all the time, you know, Amy? You should let a man like me take care of you for a change!” he tried to puff out his bare chest, but then became self-conscious that he didn’t have large fluff like Shadow and Silver and withdrew a little as he looked away.

“I-I mean… I could be a decent boyfriend, you know…” he muttered, but Amy just waved him off and was still walking on.

“You coming or what?” she called, and his ears perked right back up, forgetting his insecurities as he took off to her side.

It took barely a second for him to catch up, holding his hands behind his back and leaning towards her while they walked. “So,… what’cha thinking about?”

“Nothing.” Amy shrugged.

“Were you maybe thinking about me? Cause I think about you all the time.” He looked down with his eyes closed, blushing a bit.

“Not really.”

Sonic twitched and stood straight now, looking at her sorrowfully. “Do you not think about me at all?”

“Only when I need to be.”

His face brightened up, “When’s that?” he said, cheerily picking up the happy mood again.

Amy liked that about Sonic, he was never disappointed or sad for too long. It was hard trying to comfort or make people happy, Amy wasn’t the best social person, but it was easy to talk to Sonic. At least, he made it easy for her.

“Usually when you’re in danger. I think about how I’m gonna get you outta there a lot.” Amy spoke very casually, but Sonic just took it like an arrow to his back.

“Is that so…” He breathed out, white as a ghost.

Embarrassed, but taking courage to prove himself to her, he tightened his fists and bundled them up near his face.

“Grrr..! That does it! I’ll make you respect me, Amy Rose!”

‘Good luck with that.’ Amy smiled, turning to him. “Was it something I said?”

“OoooOOOoohhh!” Sonic did his famous whine, taking her hand and looking dead into her eye. “Come on! We’re going on the most amazing date of your life!”

“H-huh?” Amy was whisked away then, Sonic taking places she usually had to fly in the X-Whirlwind to get too or walk long distances to make.

It was beautiful. A small joy ride she didn’t realize she had wanted.

When Sonic finally put her down, he smiled tried to hold her hand as she was distracted by the scenic nature around her.

She tensed up and her body quaked at the sudden touch, but Sonic just stood there happily. He lowered his eyes and cooed a little to her, “Thinking about me differently now, Amy Rose?”

Amy nervously kept her hand from closing around his own, just staring at him with awkward shyness. “You really don’t mess around about this, do you?”

“Amy! You should know I take our relationship very seriously!” Sonic defended, placing a fist by his hip and nodding in sincerity. “Whenever you’re happy, I’m happy. And whenever you’re in danger, I’ll gladly run into said danger too! I won’t leave you alone to face all the horrors of the world head on. Hehe.” he chuckled at the end with a sly wink to her.

“Anything to make me happy, huh?” Amy then changed her expression, and Sonic immediately blushed at it.

“A-anything!” he nervously nodded.

Amy leaned towards his face, a neutral and carefree smile now. “Annnnything~?”

“A-Any-anything you want! It’s yours! Even my very soul!” his bottom lip was trembling at her willing closeness now.

Amy smirked, “Then could you let go of my hand?” And winked.

“Ah!” he let go instinctively, startled by her abrupt flirt but realized he had been tricked. “D’oh!” he stomped the ground.

“That’s it! I’m not letting you escape this time!”

Amy was laughing as she walked off, thinking that was the end before Sonic tackled to her to the ground.

“Woah-wah-hey!”

They kept rolling till they naturally came to a stop, Sonic holding Amy tightly as she could hear his racing heartbeat.

‘Had… had it always beat this fast?’ she wondered, her hand directly over it as she curiously looked there.

Sonic was twitching in nerves, but took a deep breath to summon some courage, and looked at Amy with a serious expression. “Marry me, Amy Rose.”

“H-huh?” She looked up at him. ‘Again with the proposals?’

“I know you don’t need a man. You’re so strong on your own. But I really meant it. I would do anything to keep you happy, to stay by your side no matter what may come! I… I won’t abandon you, Amy Rose! You can count me in until the very end of time! Always!”

His declaration made her blink in a bit of sympathy. ‘Poor kid. I really have a hold on his heart, don’t I? No matter how much I try and loosen up for him, he still just grabs me back and gives me an even tighter hold on it. He really won’t just let my hand go… Will he?’

Amy looked up at Sonic and smiled, “I believe you, Sonic.”

Sonic suddenly loosened his hold on her, hearing those words. “Y-you do?”

“Em-hmm. And I think you’re a swell guy for saying them.” She nodded and moved a bit out of his grasp. “Tell ya what. If you hang around, I bet we’ll have fun adventures together.”

“And eat chilidogs again?” His eyes sparkled.

“Eh…” She looked a bit taken aback by that one. ‘Where’d that come from?’

“S-sure. Chilidogs it is.” she kept her smile but lightly felt a prick at her heart. He really was trying, and he wasn’t a bad guy either…

Maybe just a little bit hopeless.

Sonic sat up, nodding encouragingly as he watched her get up too. “Okay then, I will,” he smirked, a corner of his mouth showing a somewhat mischievous underlining to his thinking. “And then you’ll want to marry me! No questions asked.”

Amy just sighed and stretched her back, looking to see the sun had risen fully now. “Whatever you say, Sonic.”

The two looked back at one another, a long-held stare but both closed their eyes and smiled to one another.

A lovely couple indeed~

(Might go with (x) for a prequel/part 1?)

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A Queen Stands By Her King (RoD, Colt x MC)

A/N: This is the second part of A Queen Protects Her King, a request from @brightpinkpeppercorn to show that the puppy is COMPLETELY fine and is not scarred at all. He’s fine. Really. But he is such a sweetie.

Pairing: MC/Logan friendship because it is so cute! And Colt x MC, ROD

Length: ~1450 words

Rating: R (Swearing and suggestiveness.)

Summary: After the nightclub job, Logan confronts Ellie, Colt needs to drop the car (but gets distracted), and Ellie needs to finish her calculus homework for crying out loud.

She tiptoed around the shop for days, days of being on edge, of having to check every room before she entered to see if he was there. Days of creeping into the bedroom after he was asleep and sliding out before he woke up. Days.

Apparently, those days had come to an end as Ellie froze in the doorway. She thought she was safe to sneak away from her calculus homework, thought that everyone had left, but apparently she was wrong as Logan was standing on the shop floor, leaning against his GT, staring at her expectantly.

“Hi, Ellie.”

Crap.

“Hi.”

He raised his eyebrows at her. 

She stared back. He knew he had her and she couldn’t exactly walk away now. She hung her head and plodded into the room.

“Logan, I am so-”

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!?”

She winced at the thunder in his voice. Not the most auspicious start. “I am so sorry.”

“What in the world were you thinking?” He folded his arms over his chest, voice quieter but no less dangerous. “I don’t expect anything different from that idiot but Ellie? You?!?”

She sighed. “This wasn’t exactly how I wanted you guys to find out.”

“Find out?” Logan’s eyes were blazing, anger radiating through her. “Find out that you completely forgot that you were minutes away from being murdered?”

She had to breath through her nose, calm her nerves. “I completely forgot about the earpiece-”

“You could have been-”

“I meant to tell you before-” The guilt had been heavy in her gut for days and it all started pouring out of her mouth as she walked over to stand next to him. “I just-”

Logan stopped her with a hand on her arm. “Ellie, stop.”

She bit her lip, close to tears. Logan had become one of her best friends, her closest confidants. She didn’t know if fighting with Riya hurt this bad.

“Ellie, what do you think I’m upset about?”

“Colt. And me.”

He rolled his eyes. “I mean, he is punching way above his weight here and I have no idea what you see in him but I’m not mad about that.”

She blinked at him. “You’re not?”

“Not as long as you’re happy.” His arm wound around her shoulder, pulling her close. “But if you want me to come up with reasons why he doesn’t deserve you, I could come up with a list for you.”

“Logan…”

“Really, it wouldn’t be hard.” He tilted his head. “I can think of nine off the top of my head, but I’m sure once I start-”

“Logan!” She smiled widely, feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. “I’m happy, I promise. Like, really happy.”

“Good.” He ducked his head to cuff her forehead with hers. “But if something happens, I’m pretty sure I won’t forget the list.”

“Loooogan….” She dropped her head to his shoulder. “I just didn’t want you to find out like that.”

“Uhhh….” He grimaced. “You guys aren’t exactly subtle, you know that, right?”

“Huh?” She could feel the blush starting to stain her cheeks.

“Even Toby knew there was something going on between you two and he doesn’t pay attention to anything that doesn’t have at least 350 horsepower that can hit 0 to 60 in 3.5 seconds.”

“Wait. You already knew?”

“Troublemaker, everyone already knew.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Colt actually stops glaring at everyone when you’re around.”

“Really?”

“Yeah…. and Ximena walked in on you guys making out in the backseat of the Aylesbury.”

Her blush was in full-bloom. She could even feel the heat in her ears.

“Wait, then what were you mad about?!?”

“What am I mad about!?!” His mouth dropped open. “Maybe the fact that you guys decided that it was a great idea to hook up in an alleyway while on the run from a murderous gang you just stole a car from?”

“Oh. That.”

“Yeah. That.” He shook his head. “Not only was it stupid, but I’m the one who sent you in there. How do you think I would have felt if something happened to you?”

Her head dropped to her chest. She didn’t even think of that. 

He cuffed her chin. “You’re the smart one, Troublemaker.”

“I know.” She sighed. She had been the smart one but now? Running with criminals? Probably not the crowning achievement for her CV. Having sex in alleyways? Now that she was away from Colt’s heat and hands and eyes, looking through her as if he could see every single thing that made her tick, made her weak in the knees? Now she could admit that it wasn’t smart.

But she couldn’t exactly regret any of it.

He shrugged, leaning back against the car. “Love makes people do dumb things.”

Her mouth dropped as she watched his profile. She hadn’t exactly used that word, thought that word; but maybe, as she thought back to the look in Colt’s eyes when he saw her, the feel of his hands on her, the dip in her stomach when she thought of him, maybe the word fit. “Yeah. It does.”

He smiled and pulled her into a hug. “I’m just glad you’re ok. Please don’t do that again.”

She squeezed him even closer, solid in her arms, his hands winding around her back. She was about to pull away, to thank him, to assure him that she would be fine, when the door to the shop opened and Colt and Mona walked in, voices low in a heated discussion.

She could see the moment when he looked up, when their eyes met; he was able to catch himself but she could see the slip in his step as he saw Logan’s arms around her.

She pulled back; she had nothing to be guilty about but, seeing the raised eyebrow, the smirk he threw her way, her cheeks flamed.

~~~~

“Hey.”

She knew who it was before he spoke, the arms winding possessively around her stomach, the lips on her neck a clear clue.

“Hi.” She sagged into his embrace as his lips traveled a path to her ear. She had just wanted to rest her eyes a minute and grab a water, take a break from the equations that were blurring before her eyes. The hands sliding down to cup her hipbones were definitely an added bonus. Maybe she needed to take more frequent breaks.

“Did you and your white knight make up?”

She elbowed him. “Would you stop.”

“I’m serious.” He nipped at her earlobe. “You’ve been avoiding him for days.”

She nodded, turning her head so she could face him. This close, she could only see his profile, let her eyes linger down the eyebrow, the cheekbone, the lips. She had to think for a second to remember the thread of the conversation. “Yeah. We talked.”

“Good.”

She smirked. “Seriously? You two hate each other.”

“Yeah.” He slid his hand into the pocket of her skirt. “But I like you more.”

She ducked her head, unable to hide the chuckle. “Idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

“You are.” She reached up to cup his cheeks, turn his head so she could press her lips to his, her brain repeating Logan’s words. Love makes people do dumb things. As she melted into him, as his hands slid down her body to skate over sensitive skin, she knew she would never want to stop doing dumb things.

She pressed him closer and he walked her backwards, pulling her so he could push her against the pool table, lifting her so he could slot between her thighs. His eyes traced down her face to her neck and she rolled her eyes; he was staring at the hickie he left, a remnant of their nightclub escape when he had melted her to mush, a boneless mass utterly pliant under his touch. He thumbed the bruise, almost faded, a hint of a shadow remaining, and she sucked a breath through her teeth, his touch sparking a zing up her spine.

He grinned, possessive bastard, and pulled her into kiss her, lips turning her to mush all over again. He had just started kissing down her jawline when her eyes shot open.

“Wait, Colt. Don’t you have to drop the car tonight?” His lips traveled lower, mapping her collarbone, lower as a high whine slipped out of her throat.

His reply was more breath than noise, vibration tingling against her skin, making her toes curl. “We have seven minutes.” Her legs twitched, reflexively pulling him closer, holding him in place against her.

“You keep going and you’re not gonna make it.”

“Do you doubt what I can do in seven minutes?” His tongue trailed even lower, sliding to the hem of her shirt, lower. Her hand flew to his hair and still his tongue continued lower. She couldn’t stop the pleas from falling from her lips and still he continued lower and lower and lower until she forgot all about calculus homework, could only think about whatever equation could calculate the odds that two people would find each other, escape death together, and maybe find love in the break room of an auto body shop. 

Math aside, she would never doubt what he could do in seven minutes again.

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Could you make a drabble with Johnny masturbating while thinking of Eri? 🤭

I already did this in Ch. 3. So i decided to do a masturbation scene with phone sex, teasing, dirty talk, Johnny being really desperate and needy?, and a smidge of daddy kink. So like I hope that’s ok? Also in Johnny's POV(obvs).

[9:45pm]

Wyd?

I typed out my favorite three letters in hopes of enticing her enough to come over. I had no idea why but the feeling of her beneath me while I fucked her hard was suddenly stuck in my brain. It had been all I could think about for the past half hour and I couldn’t quit. I imagined pinning her legs down with mine and laying my body over hers which made her look smaller than she actually was. She would almost always squirm against me, shoving her ass back to take me deeper and I just-

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: not you. Bye

What?? Now I would have to spend extra time convincing her. God, fuck my life. 

C'mon baby. I'll really make it worth your while

🦇BattOuttaHell🦇: yah I'm sure🙄 I'm busy

Doing what?

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: none of ur business. I'm busy

Jesus did I really have to beg? I bet she wasn't even doing anything. It’s fucking Tuesday night. Who does anything on a Tuesday?

Please baby? I can't stop thinking about you

Girls liked that shit,I didn't they? I mean...it was actually true though.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: BWAHAHAHAHHA

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: lmao ur that desperate huh baby boy?

I'm not desperate 😑 just horny

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: hate to break it to ya but horny and bugging me is you being desperate

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: srsly tho I'm stuck studying for an exam I know jack shit about. I'm screwed

You can also be screwed if you come over

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: pls die

Why are you so violent all the time?!!

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: bruh violence is my middle name

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: sry but it'll just be u and ur hand tonight

I groaned because I really really didn't want that. I would much rather have her squeezed around my cock and hear those soft breathy moans she made all the time. She would always hold onto me then, maybe dig some scratches into my back as I went as deep as I could go. I groaned in frustration and wanted to throw my phone but persisted. I was going to regret typing this and was already cringing but I figured I had to pull out the big guns. We were still trying this whole thing out but a test drive wouldn't be so bad.

Princess, daddy really needs you

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: oh my god Johnathan

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: 🚫🛑✋

I thought you liked that???

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: I do

The ellipse signaling her response bubbled for awhile and I wondered what the hell kind of paragraph she was writing.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: princess has to study. I'm srsly gonna fail😭😭

Just a little break? Please??

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: daddy with you it's never a "little break"

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: ull keep me there for hours and then I won't sleep and then I'll be tired and then I will fail

I sat up a little straighter staring at that word. It had a much different and more profound effect on me when she wrote it. I didn't cringe; instead I felt it deeply seeded within the base of my cock and it made my hormones go into overdrive. I quickly typed out a response hoping to make the conversation a bit more...dirty.

That's for sure

You know how long I can go and how weak you are for me when I've been inside you for hours.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: I mean it's alright ig

Goddamn it! Why was she like this? She was such a frustrating little shit!

Bruh I'm just tryna get off ok? If you're not gonna come over can you at LEAST help me out a little??????????

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: wtf you want me to do? Sext you??

I mean it's better than you being a dick to me

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: aww baby boy wants to whineeee

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: u are pretty much begging at this point

I rolled my eyes hating that she was kind of right.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: good thing I like to hear men beg for me

Oh shit. Did that mean that I was getting closer to her helping me? It was probably one of those kink things. I thought for awhile if I should actually swallow my pride and do it some more just to get her to participate. I was going to feel like an idiot but at least I'd be an idiot who came. I sent her a snap of me pouting with the puppy filter trying to be cute enough.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: ur an idiot u know that right?

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: anyway idk how to sext?

What do you mean you dont know how to sext? You just do it.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: well i’m not gonna say stuff your cock in my pussy thats fucking disgusting

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: also im a writer so it’s just gonna come out weird

Try me. You can like describe what you like me doing to you. Anything.

I set my phone down and waited for her to respond. It wasn’t that difficult. I did it all the time but i wanted her to start. I just wanted to hear her instead of being wrapped up in my stupid fantasies. I looked down at the bulge in my sweatpants and sighed. If i got started now then I would keep getting interrupted and have to wipe my hand off every time. I set my pillow over my head and hoped that if I suffocated myself enough then I wouldn't have to suffer any longer.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: this is not going to be sexy at all lol

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: but i seriously love when you grab my hips and use it to fuck me deeper. I love how much you stretch me open, how much you fill me and those grunts you make when youre close

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: i love when youre fucking me from behind and press yourself into my back and pin my wrists down. You make me feel so small and wrapped up in protectiveness i guess? Or maybe possessiveness. You usually bite down on my neck and shoulders when youre like that. The hickies are a pain in the ass to cover but i love looking at them afterwards and feeling how tender they are. It makes me remember the ache and how i cant wait to fuck you again.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: is this ok?

Fuck. yes. I typed out as soon as my phone vibrated with her response.

Shit, i couldn’t believe just her typing something could get me even harder but i could feel myself throbbing beneath my sweats. I wanted her to keep going but I needed to get off before i couldn’t take it anymore. I dared to call her and hear her seductive but shy voice. I dialed her number and hoped to God she would answer.

"Are you trying to have phone sex with me?" She asked instantly.

"15 minutes." I panted. "Take a break for 15 minutes."

"No more than that. I really have to study…"

"I promise, baby. I promise." I shoved my sweats off, keeping the phone between my ear and shoulder, and grabbed the base of my cock. The first stroke was slow, steady, full of yearning and as it turned out desperation. Precum was already covering my head and making a mess but I used that to my advantage. It added slickness to my strokes, easily letting my palm slide up and down my shaft. "Please just talk to me."

Her voice seemed to get a little lower. "What do you want me to say?"

"Anything." I bit down on my lip for a moment as my hips lifted into a particularly rough jerk. "I just want to hear your voice."

"I want to hear your moans then. Those pants, the groans, those little growls. Don't hold back, Johnny."

I set the phone on speaker so I could keep it beside me and have more freedom. "Ye-yeah. I won't hold back trust me."

I gripped onto the blanket beside me, trying to remind myself that I needed to use those fifteen minutes to my full advantage. I knew with how much of a brat she was, she probably already had a timer going. I slowed my strokes a little bit, giving my fingers time to roll over my head and dip into my slit. I breathed out a soft pant as I focused everything on how sensitive I was. With each stroke of my fingers I imagined Eri on top of me, grinding into my hips and taking every inch I would give her. She looked so utterly gorgeous, like a fucking goddess every time she smirked down at me or set her hands on my chest to steady herself. Why was she so damn perfect?

"A little louder Johnny. I want to really hear you or else I'll hang up."

"N-no." I choked out. "F-fuck...I'm just thinking about you!"

My fist was trembling around the blanket as I could hardly hold back. I squeezed my hand a little tighter around myself trying to replicate the way she clenched around my cock. It wasn't exactly the same but damn near close.

"Hmm? Thinking about me? What am I doing to my baby boy?"

“Riding me! Fuck you’re riding me so fucking good.” I groaned louder than I expected. My thighs were starting to tremble just a bit and i dug my toes into the mattress. I was bucking even harder than before, The thoughts of her were driving me crazy; her voice was adding to it all and those coy little giggles made it even worse. I wanted her so fucking bad.

“Do you want to cum?” She breathed out. 

“Yes.” I growled deeply. “Eri...shit…”

“You’re super cute when youre begging. Do you think I should let you?” She teased.

“Oh, i’m going to, whether you let me or not princess. What daddy says, goes.” i released another growl and gripped my balls with my other hand, squeezing them in a chaotic dance of pleasure and need.

“Not when daddy calls princess begging to fuck. You can hold out a bit longer. I deserve to hear a few more moans.”

I let out a growl of frustration. “Eri.” I said sternly. “I swear to god…”

“Say my name like that as you fuck me from behind.”

I tossed my head back into the mattress as the vision popped in my head instantly. My hand stroked at an ungodly pace as i felt my release approaching fast. I was a mess of feelings and sounds, drowning in my own lust and letting my body fall into every awakened nerve. My muscles tightened and i felt warmth rush over me. My breathing deepened as I squeezed out the last few ropes of cum that splattered all over my stomach. My hand was drenched as well and i flopped back, sighing as i knew i had so much to clean up. I picked up the phone with my clean hand and took her off speaker.

“14 minutes, 39 seconds. Good job.”

“I knew,” I licked my lips and tried to steady my breath. “You were fucking counting, you evil little shit.”

“Whhaaatttt! I have to get back to studying! Except I might have a little fun myself.”

“Are you kidding me? After I asked? God, i cant stand you.”

She chuckled and I could just see that devilish smirk on her face. “Mhm, whatever you say. I have to get going now. Have fun cleaning up.”

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And Then I Met You

Part 8

What happens when the one you thought you were meant for turns out to be meant for someone else?

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Part 8

Thomas rolled over and woke up after encountering something sharp. He opened his eyes and looked down. His new wife had extremely pointy elbows. Amanda was sleeping on her stomach and her face was turned toward him. Her arms were bent under her pillow, thus poking him in the chest. He gently smoothed the hair out of her face. 

"It's too early." She mumbled as she clutched her pillow tighter.

He checked the time and had to agree with her. "Go back to sleep." He whispered and kissed the top of her head. She smiled sleepily and turned over. He tried to go back to sleep but he began to think of all they needed to do and got up. He closed the bedroom door behind him and ordered coffee from room service.

Thomas checked his phone and frowned. It seemed that his marriage was the top news story on every major media outlet. The press was incredulous that he and Amanda had managed to have a romance without anyone catching on. Some were already speculating on an annulment being announced within the next few weeks. He turned the TV on and encountered a morning show discussing the two of them.

I'm telling you, they had to be drunk when they made the decision. She's a *beep* duchess! Did you see the wedding she hosted for her best noble pal? I couldn't even afford a napkin from the place! There is no way in hell she would agree to have her "actual wedding" in some county clerks office in Reno. You know what else is suspicious? Not one friend was there. None of her close circle of Cordonian friends. None of Hunt's Hollywood royalty. And when and where have the dates occurred? I'm starting to suspect this is nothing but a media campaign to generate interest in their collaboration on The Earl's Undoing. Coming up after the break, our panel of experts will weigh in on how the couple will divide their fortunes during the divorce.

He flipped to another station and froze when he saw a picture of them walking through the lobby of the hotel after the ceremony.

Look at her face. Zoom in Craig. See that. It looks like tears had previously fallen. Were those happy tears at getting married or something else? Now zoom in there. Could that be a baby bump under that sundress? Maybe that was the reason for the hasty marriage. I mean they have been working long hours together. How much you want to bet there was more going down than words? Have you seen him in swim trunks? I can imagine the duchess getting a little--

He turned the tv off and ran his hands through his hair. They had their work cut out to convince the world that this marriage was done for love. At least...he hoped that would end up being the truth. They would have to go somewhere for the most romantic honeymoon the media had ever seen.

He let out a frustrated groan when he pulled up a bridal website that listed one hundred of the most romantic honeymoon destinations. He needed help. He stared at the bedroom door and decided to call Holly.

"Thomas? What time is it? Is something wrong?"

"My apologies. I know it is early but I need you to," he looked up at the ceiling hoping to not hear any silly comments, "find me the most romantic place to take Amanda for our honeymoon. We--"

Holly squealed in his ear. "That is so sweet! Is it going to be a surprise? When will you want to leave? Should Addison have a wardrobe ready specifically for the trip for Amanda? Ahh! Do you want beach or city? Mountain getaway? Nature or museums? Europe or---"

"Talk it over with Addison. Do your research. I want to leave as soon as possible. I know we need the most photogenic place. The media is ready to see the marriage fail and we need to show them how wrong they are."

"Will do boss! Don't worry. We will prove the naysayers wrong. You two were made for each other." She hung up and got straight to work. She called her partner in crime. "Addison! Operation Honeymoon has commenced and we get to plan it!" She quickly pulled her phone from her ear as her friend screamed. "OMG! I AM ON MY WAY OVER!"

Thomas set the phone down and poured a cup of coffee. He walked out on the balcony and admired the views of Lake Tahoe. He heard the click of cameras and let out a sigh. He made sure to have a small smile on his face, hoping he looked like a groom that had woken up from an amazing wedding night.

Amanda opened up her eyes and stared at her phone that continuously lit up and vibrated. There were missed calls from Maxwell and hundreds of notifications. Her Twitter account had been flooded with messages. She read through some and felt discouraged. So many were questioning the happiness of her marriage and if it was legitimate. She finally read through the messages from Maxwell. He urged her to call him.

She sighed and pressed his number.

"Amanda! Why have you not picked up? I have called and called." Maxwell felt the guilt build as he thought of Olivia's conversation.

Amanda glared at the ceiling. "For one thing, it was my wedding night while you were calling. So I was a little busy with my husband." She and Thomas might not have consummated their marriage, but that didn't mean the night had held no romance. Plus it wasn't any of Maxwell's business.

He blushed as he paced. He did not want to think about her sex life. He needed to help her without her knowing he knew how she felt. He would never want to hurt her by telling her he never felt that way. He adored her. She was the perfect best friend. That was why he had to get her out of this impulsive marriage.

"I think you should return home immediately."

"What? Why?" She sat up as panic set in. "Has something happened at St Orella? Is my home okay?!"

"Everything is fine there. At least it was when I was last out there a few days ago. I think you need to come home to protect yourself."

"Protect myself? From what?" Amanda got up and began to pace, feeling the anger build.

Maxwell took a deep breath, hoping she would listen to reason. "From the media. When you and Thomas spilt up, they will be out for blood, your blood. We can make sure they leave you alone and--"

"Are you seriously still saying I made a mistake?! Maxwell, I am crazy about Thomas. He has made me smile more times each day I have been with him than any other man has ever managed. He is a gentleman and a sweetheart to me. I am more than happy I married him. And I believe he would say the same."

"Yes I would."

Amanda spun around to see Thomas leaning against the door frame. Her heart skipped about as his dark eyes focused on her. "I...I have to go. I have a honeymoon to begin." She ended the call before Maxwell could argue.

_____________________________

He stared in surprise at her hanging up on him again. Nadia sat across from him, worried about Amanda and Maxwell's friendship. She had fought with her best friend, Damien, over marrying Maxwell so quickly. They had made up easily. Damien never could resist her sad puppy eyes mixed with a healthy dose of guilt trip. Perhaps something like that would help Maxwell and Amanda. She knew her husband was concerned about her sudden marriage, but Nadia was a hopeless romantic and wanted to believe that their friend had found her happy ending.

She hugged Maxwell and encouraged him. "Give Amanda some space. Let her have her honeymoon without any negative comments. The media is already attacking them and it isn't right!" Nadia was ready to hip throw some of the more insulting reporters. Maxwell chuckled at her fierce expression and kissed her.

"Very well. I'll try and keep a positive attitude about their marriage. I'm still worried, but I will stop arguing with her." For now, he thought. If she would only come home, then maybe the group as a whole could convince her.

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Thomas slipped his arms around Amanda. When he walked in and heard her arguing about how happy she was with him, he felt the negative remarks and stories he had seen earlier disappear from his mind. He kissed her cheek and asked if she would like to leave today. "The press has been snapping pictures of me outside. We can go home and pack for our honeymoon."

"Where are we going?" She asked

"It's a surprise." He chuckled at her groan.

After multiple failed attempts at cajoling, she gave up and attempted to move out of his arms to change clothes. She giggled as he kissed her neck while holding her tight. She felt the shift from playful to serious as his lips continued to explore her sensitive neck.

He thoroughly tested each spot, committing to memory the ones that made her move closer against him. When she turned her head and met his lips, he slowly ended the session. Her hazel eyes had darkened to a deep forest green with her passion. He swallowed and pressed another kiss to her lips, knowing he was pushing his own limit. He loosened his arms and let them slowly slip down her hips.

"I'll order some breakfast while you change." His voice had deepened when she moved her hands over his chest to wrap around his neck. She nodded while staring at his lips. He took a step back and hit the wall. She stumbled against him and grinned flirtaiously.

"Is this a preview of --" Her phone began to ring with a tone Thomas had never heard before. She froze and reached for it.

"Sir Frances? Is there a problem?" She listened and relaxed. "Of course. Yes, he and I are truly married. I'm sorry I didn't think to call yesterday."

Sir Frances swallowed nervously as Drake loomed over him with arms folded. "Your grace, there are documents that need to be signed by both you and Mr. Hunt. I would prefer to do so in person so that we can discuss his new position and such. Is there any chance you could come back to Cordonia for a day or two to handle these?"

Amanda assured him that they would find the time to do so. He thanked her and hung up. Drake relaxed his stance. "Thank you. We need to meet the man who convinced her to marry him. If he married her for prestige or her fortune..." His fists clinched as he thought of her being taken advantage of. He had been worried about Liam being taken in. He never dreamed he should have been looking out for Amanda. The one time she left their group and she gets married. He had assumed she was the sensible one.

"Looks like we will need to take a detour to Cordonia either before our mysterious honeymoon or after." She explained the reason and began to get excited. "This will give me a chance to show you my home, or rather our home there." She thought of her last conversation with Maxwell and decided to delay going home for as long as we can. “Let’s go on our honeymoon first.”

While she dressed, Thomas relayed the sudden added destination to Holly. She and Addison spoke to him about what they had found. "I really think if you want the press to have easy access, then you need to go somewhere like Paris or Venice. Romantic and picture perfect." Holly clicked between the two destinations.

"I was hoping for Bora Bora, but she's right. This way you can be seen doing many activities." Addison let out a little sigh at the beautiful beach. It would have been perfect.

Thomas told them to take care of everything for Paris. Their excitement over his decision was cut off by Amanda coming out with her bags. He told the two they would see them in a few hours and ended the call. He reached for her bags and grinned when she dropped them and moved into his arms.

"No hint at all?" She asked again.

"Something tells me you do not handle waiting on surprises well."

"What gave it away?" She ran her hands along his arms. "One hint, that's all I ask."

"Any type of hint?" She nodded. He looked away from her while he thought. "Here's your hint: You need a passport for it."

"You're evil! Of course I would need a passport! I need one everywhere I go that isn't my own country." Her laughter made him smile.

They left Tahoe an hour later. Some of the press cornered them outside the airport and they smiled and told them how happy they were together. Once back home, they received their itinerary from Holly, making Amanda gasp in pleasure at their destination. Addison dragged her away and helped her pack everything she had selected for her to wear on her honeymoon.

Amanda held up the lacy lingerie and cocked her eyebrow. The bubbly blonde winked and giggled at Amanda's blush. "This," she held an elegant red gown with a lace bodice, "is meant for a special night out. It is my favorite and I think it will capture the perfect romance for your honeymoon."

Amanda hugged her, thanking her for everything. They finished packing and went downstairs with the bags. Thomas rushed over and took them off their hands. With a hug to Holly, she followed him to the waiting car. Before she knew it, they were in the private jet and on their way to Paris.

They spent part of the flight, relaxing and watching an old Bette Davis movie, Jezebel, together. They discussed the similarities and differences between it and Gone With The Wind . Thomas paused in a speech he had given to his students about this very argument when he noticed Amanda's grin. He blushed and apologized for going on and on, earning him a kiss on the cheek and her saying she found it interesting.

As night fell outside, she reclined her seat and stretched out. Thomas had been steadily working for a couple of hours. He was going back and forth between handwritten notes and what she had recently typed. She curled up on her side and observed him. His intense focus on whatever held his interest fascinated her. He could tune everything out and give whatever he was looking at his complete attention.

A shiver went down her spine as she thought of the times she had been at the center of such focus. His dark brown eyes made her lose her train of thought when they settled on her, especially now that they were well on their way to exploring being married. She wondered what their honeymoon would reveal. Were they possibly setting themselves up for heartache? What if one fell in love and the other realized they wanted out of the marriage? She forced those type of thoughts from her mind and let out a soft sigh as she closed her eyes.

Without a word, Thomas pushed his work back and retrieved a blanket and pillow. He covered her up as she placed the pillow under her head. He let his fingers brush her cheek when she thanked him and returned back to their screenplay. A smile was still on her lips as she drifted off to sleep with the thought that maybe his attention wasn't completely on his work after all.