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[eryiss]

[Fraxus] Multifaceted- Part 3

Or: The 5 Times Laxus Learned of a New Skill Freed Possessed, & The 1 Time He Fell Victim To Them

Summary: For the rest of the world, it had been seven years. For the members of Fairy Tail it had all been in the blink of an eye. But, for Laxus, that was more than enough time for his closest friend to seem like an entirely new person. This self assured, competent Freed was something new to Laxus, and he found himself enjoying it. Perhaps a little too much… Note: Chapter Three, perhaps the most self indulgent of them all. If you want to see Freed's performance, it’s inspired by This Video. Hope you enjoy.

Links: Ao3, Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

3: Dancing

"I can dance, if that helps."

Freed had said it so impassively that the team had almost dismissed it. They knew Freed could dance - he'd been the only one able to lead Erza in a waltz after all - but there was a difference between holding your own in a ballroom and contending with the cast of the Royal Fiore Ballet Society.

Laxus almost had ignored him, but the words lingered. Freed was a cocky son of a bitch at times, but he did know his skills and wasn't the type to brag needlessly when a mission was involved. If he had mentioned it during planning, then he had a reason.

The guild had been contacted by the Ballet Society. Their chairman had been sent a slew of threats by a supposed auditionee who had been rejected and wanted revenge. Initially the society had dismissed them, but the threats started to become more and more specific, and had been narrowed down to one specific night. Apparently on the final night of its first week, the show would 'suffer something it would never come back from'. Fairy Tail had taken the job, and the Raijinshuu had been tasked with keeping the piece on the night.

Bickslow was patrolling the theatre, acting as one of their security. Laxus and Evergreen were playing the rich, young couple on a night out. Freed was on stage. Dancing.

"You look nervous," Ever commented, leaning in as if sharing a quiet flirtation. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Laxus dismissed.

"Tell me," Evergreen pushed, looking over the small bar they'd been directed to before the show began.

"Forget it," Laxus tried again, and Ever's glare cowed him. "It's just, this sounds so stupid, but I'm nervous for him. I want him to do well. Don't want him to mess up."

"I get that. But he'll be fine; they made him audition, had him rehearse for five weeks, and gave him the most complex role in the show. They're confident he's good," Ever slipped a finger into the buttons of Laxus' tux, tugging him closer and pecking a kiss on his lips. It wasn't the first time they'd kissed during a mission - often they played the couple when needed - but it always felt weird. She then moved to press a kiss to his jaw, which was followed by a whisper. "But he better not be too good; lord knows you don't need anything else to moon over."

"What's that mean?" Laxus demanded, pulling back.

"'Oh, he's such a good chef. He cooks for me every night. He could work in any restaurant in the city.' Blah," she forced a wince, but the mischief in her eyes shone. "And then of course there's the lightning bolt you won't let out of your sight. Except on missions. Where d'you put it again? In a safe deposit box?"

"The bedside table," Laxus grunted.

"Ah yes, the bedside table you share with Freed, which I suspect is next to the bed you share with Freed."

"We don't share it that way. We alternate."

"For now," Evergreen teased.

Laxus didn't have a response to that, for two reasons. One - the main one really - was that the small bell rang and they were called to take their seats. The second reason was that, if he kept up this conversation, he might let it slip where his crochet actually was. Because, rather than tucking it away in the bedside table, he'd taken it on the job and bashfully handed it to Freed, pathetically explaining that maybe it would bring him some luck.

Dammit, Freed had smiled at him and taken it. Why the hell was he smiling so much since they got back? He had to know what it did to the people who saw it. The squirmy, messy feeling that it evoked. He was doing it on purpose, just to mess with people. Sadistic bastard!

Once seated, the show took a little while to start up, and Freed did not show up for the first act. This was expected. His role, though technically demanding, was only in one scene. It worked well for the mission, allowing Freed to have a near uninhibited run of the backstage without having to flitter between being on stage and not. His role was also seen as one of the most important parts in the show, and likely when an attack might take place, so he would be in the middle of things should they go wrong. It had worked out rather well.

Laxus had almost relaxed into his mission mindset, looking anywhere and everywhere for signs of attack, by the time Freed showed up. When he did, Laxus' jaw almost dropped.

Freed looked magnificent. Insane, yet magnificent.

The show was Alice in Wonderland, and Freed played the Mad Hatter. In a pastel shaded suit and tailcoat, and a ramshackled tophat, he sprung from behind a curtain, twirling the hat around. His hair had been dyed: green turned to white, which turned to a shower of faded pink. His expressions were that of a constrained, manic madness. His movements were fluid yet sharp, well practised and perfected.

With every fast step, the soles of his shoes rang through the theatre in sharp taps. The dance was a blending of ballet and tap, something even the best of dancers struggled with, and Freed made it look easy.

Oh, god. The way he moved his hips, without warning nor need. Could he always move like this? Was the mad hatter meant to be a seductive character? Surely not.

The dance moved on faster than Laxus could take it in. There were three other dancers on stage alongside Freed, and yet Laxus couldn't take his eyes off him, no matter who the focus was meant to be on. He was just so majestic. So relentless. So good.

He spun another dancer around, holding her far too close then letting her slide below his legs. Then he spun her away and was on his own again. Another dancer took hold of him, and in a moment his leg was extended so high that his foot was above his head, Laxus shifted in his seat. Freed was flexible enough to make that look simple, and Laxus felt the slightest stirring at that revelation.

Dammit, did they have to make the pants so snug? Laxus could see where his thick thighs ended and the curve of his ass began anytime the tails of the coat flew up.

Far too soon, it was only him on stage. With the spotlight on him and the music nearing its conclusion, he spun on his foot, managing at least ten twirls in three seconds. His tailcoat and his hair swirled around him, beautiful and magical. He was a seductive lure as the song reached crescendo. He struck a pose, then left the stage with exaggerated movements entirely in character for the person he'd been playing.

"Wow," Evergreen whispered.

"Damn," Laxus agreed, because no other words came to mind.

——

Laxus met Freed at the stage door, after the rest of the cast had gone.

The mission had been a success, even if Laxus had entirely forgotten about it the moment Freed had stepped on stage. Thankfully, Bickslow had managed to remain professional, hunted down the wannabe attacker, hypnotised him before he could do anything, and marched him off to the local police station and forced him to confess. All this had been explained in a Lacrima message, which ended with an instruction to enjoy the rest of the show. Laxus and Ever had done so, and once it had been done, Ever promised to sort everything out so Laxus could meet up with Freed.

Well, she'd actually said she'd done it so Laxus could 'pathetically moon over Freed like a love stick moron' in person, but Laxus had resolutely ignored that and took the excuse to offer congratulations to his friend.

Freed had been magnificent. There were no other words. After Freed's dance, Laxus had taken more care in watching the rest of the show, and it was filled with flawless performers. Freed hadn't once felt out of place. He had earned his place in the show even if he hadn't obtained it in typical means.

"Oh," Freed halted slightly as he left the building and saw Laxus waiting for him. "I expected you'd be gone by now."

"You kidding me?" Laxus scoffed, then looked Freed up and down. He was in more normal clothes, and if it weren't for his still dyed hair, he'd look no different than normal. But Laxus saw an almost entirely different man. A man who had always been there, but laxus hadn't seen. Or hadn't been looking for. "Freed, that was…"

"I was out of time once or twice, and my leg work was sloppy for the first thirty or so seconds," Freed filled the gap Laxus' wordlessness had caused. "I could blame it on being vigilant of the crowd, but I just lost the beat."

"Freed you were fuckin' incredible," Laxus snapped. "You had five weeks to train and you held your own against people who've worked their whole lives for this. Be arrogant about this. You deserve it."

Freed smiled a little. "They did make a comment that they might contact me should their regular Hatter actually fall ill. Jesting, I'm sure."

Laxus was no judge of dance skill, but he had a feeling that wasn't a joke as much as it was them trying to suss out Freed's reaction to the chance of dancing more often. "If they call you, say yes," He demanded, and Freed laughed. "Promise me."

"Laxus-"

"Promise me, asshole. You clearly enjoyed doing it, and they'd be lucky to have you, so promise me."

"Fine, if the most prestigious dance company in the country wants my help, I'll do it."

"Good, I'm gonna hold you to that," Laxus huffed slightly, then jerked his head towards the Main Street. Freed dutifully walked the few steps down so he was side by side with Laxus. They walked for about three minutes before Laxus halted and glared at Freed. "I mean, when the hell are you gonna tell me how you know how to do any of that? Because it's been nearly two months and I'm starting to get pissy that I don't know."

"That only makes me more inclined not to tell you," Freed hummed. Laxus didn't let his glare up, and Freed averted his gaze. "You left your headphones when you were removed from the guild. They were at my house, I don't remember why. I had a lot of time alone - I didn't take jobs in the early days; I felt like I was taking them from more serving people, you see - so I started to listen to the songs you had saved. I had a lot of energy as I wasn't working, and one way to get it out was to listen to some music and start dancing. There was no skill to it, of course. I'm not going to pretend bobbing around the house led to that," he gestured to the theatre. "But, I enjoyed moving in that way, and found a few books on dancing, and started to practise."

"You're telling me that you can go toe to toe with the most talented people in their field because you read a couple of books on dancing?" Laxus laughed, because with anyone else that would be as ridiculous as it sounded.

"I've always been fastidious with reading," Freed shrugged. "Although, the five weeks of intensive training might have helped, just a smidge."

"You think?"

"As I say, just a smidge," Freed smiled, and Laxus pushed him to the side. Freed staggered slightly, but it was all too easy to pair the laughing man beside him with the dance aficionado from earlier.

"You're one of a kind Freed," Laxus said as he wrapped an arm around Freed's shoulders. Freed let him. "One of a fucking kind."

[quillsmora]

who could ever leave me darling (but who could stay)

rated M, guardians of the galaxy (comics), gamora/peter quill

Peter Quill isn’t a ghost like Richard Rider, he isn’t burdened with the weight of the universe like Adam Warlock, he’s a Terran with a death wish who against all odds manages to crawl into bed with her at the end of each day. His constant presence should make loving him difficult.

Instead, it's the reason Gamora finds herself falling for him.

or: as rocket heals and the team settles on halfworld, peter's things slowly make their way into gamora's room.

word count: 2,387

additional tags: post gotg2019 #12, pre gotg2020 #1, developing relationship, gamora-centric, character study, mild sexual content, canon compliant (unfortunately), feelings realization, love confessions

[itshype]

I FORGOT TO PROMO MY LAST FIC FROM AO3!! Everyone who wants to has probably already seen it but uhhhh here we go!

Enid Sinclair vs the World Wide Web

ItsHype | 2K | Wednesday (TV 2022)

Pairing: Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin, Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair, Tyler Galpin & Enid Sinclair

Tags: AITA - Freeform, Post-Canon, Post-Season/Series 01, POV Outsider, Original Character(s), Work Skins, reddit

Summary:

Ajax just introduced Enid to the AITA subreddit and she has an important question to ask.

[linky-dinks]

More in Common

Chapter 6: Interlude (i still dont know how to format my fics on here) wc: 2.1k

You're going to kill that doctor, you decide, when you wake up the next morning covered in a thin sheet of sweat. Whatever was in that damned concoction is burning through your body and weighing your limbs down like lead. You grumble and huff as you try to move and every join in your body groans with protest. 

"He's a dead man." You declare to the room and finally push yourself out of bed.

Then immediately fall back onto it when your vision spins and blackens for a moment. 

"Fuck you for this. I would have happily paid the coin needed." You stare at the ceiling and grit your teeth.

==

Viktor looks at the clock, eyebrows furrowing when it reads 6:44am and you are still not there. He had wanted to tell you that, yes, he did go to bed even if it was at one in the morning. Perhaps you are making a heartier breakfast and lost track of time? Maybe you're sleeping in? Viktor looks back to his paper and sips his coffee, he decides to wait until seven to check on you. 

At 7:30 Viktor rises from his stool, away from his work, to walk to the room you're in. He presses an ear to the door and hears nothing. He knocks then waits. There's a shuffling of fabric, some colorful swearing, and a loud thud.

"Are you alright in there?" He begins to turn the knob.

"Yes! Yes I'm fine I'm," Thunk "OHFUCKTHESTARS!" Thunk "FuckfuckfuckFUCK!" The sound of your cursing and repeated falls worries Viktor enough that he begins rattling the knob, hoping that the less than quality dorm lock would come loose. But it doesn't and he feels his blood run cold when your incessant swearing stops and no other sounds come from the other side.

Viktor steps back and lines the butt of his cane under the doorknob and takes a few light taps to make sure his next move will be on the mark.

"Sorry Jayce." He mumbles and smashes the cane into the lock, busting it open and sending the door swinging. 

Then he sees you, tangled in bedsheets on the floor, expression cross, and head bleeding slightly. You turn your head to look at him and he watches your face flush a few shades before you attempt to scramble to your feet, unfortunately it only makes your situation worse.

You're ready to cry. Everything was going so well up until this point and now here you are writhing on the ground like a worm with your limbs caught in sheets way too soft for their own good. You can feel the warmth of blood trickling down your forehead from where you landed face first on the floor. You scream in frustration and curl up in on yourself.

"Cy? Are you alright?" Viktor takes a knee by your prone form.

"Yeah-uhuh totally fine." You hiss back. 

"Would you like a hand?"

You sigh and swallow your pride.

"Please?" 

The sheets move around you and slowly but surely you emerge from the linens. The cool air hits your skin and it feels so good in contrast to the burning underneath the surface. Thin, calloused fingers come in contact momentarily with your forehead before retreating quickly.

"You're burning up." Viktor whispers in a concerned tone, "Were you out too long? You seemed fine yesterday. What else are you feeling?" 

You roll onto your back, now looking directly at your charge and taking in how his brow is furrowed and lips are pressed in a straight line.

"Feel like shit." You groan and slowly sit up.

"Where did you even go?" Viktor hovers around nervously once you're on your feet, hand out cautiously to try and catch you if you fall.

"Below. Had errands." You plop back onto the edge of the bed and pat your injection site, feeling how tender your nerves are. 

Turns out, they're VERY tender, because the gentlest touch feels like a stab. You grit your teeth and hiss. 

"Were you attacked? Are there any wou--here lay down--any wounds? Should I call a nurse?" He does his best to guide you into a reclining position and you don't fight it. His firm grip is comforting and you watch his eyes fill with worry when you wince again.

"No, no, I just saw a doctor." You look away and gently rub your leg, "It's...why I went down." 

Viktor only nods then drapes the blanket over you. You smile a little but refuse to look at him, unsure if you could handle his sad expression. He would probably try to find a way to blame himself if his concern was anything to go off of. 

"Would you mind sharing?" He pulls a chair up by your bedside and sits.

"You have work to do…" 

"I believe I've had more than a handful of people tell me to take a break. Besides, it's not everyday I get to talk to another topside Zaunite." You can hear the gentle smile in his voice, "I know most people talk about themselves when they first meet but-ah-I find I'm far off from 'most people'."

"I was down there...for treatment." You glance at Viktor from the corner of your eye, "I'm not sick, not exactly, but I found a doctor willing to work with me to help...uhm...get my body to cooperate…" your hands twist the sheets. 

"Must be expensive. Hopefully the Kirammans pay well." 

"Well. I mean. They do, sort of. But I made a deal with him that I'd be a test subject for any medical breakthroughs if I could get my treatments for less." 

The chair legs scrape on the floor, Viktor hums and places a hand on your shoulder. You can feel him staring, questions unspoken burning into your cheek.

"Normally this would be crazy, but he's a good man. Was able to bless my mother with a peaceful final few months before the skull shivers claimed her." 

The hand on your shoulder grips tighter. Viktor knows the disease all too well; a virus that attacks the brain and inflames the nerves to make every motion painful, its end punctuated by acute memory loss and seizures until the body gives out. He's seen more than his fair share of people die from the disease and will probably see many more when he returns to his home. There are only a few doctors and scientists in the Undercity that have the skill and resources to provide palliative care for such a vicious condition.

"Who is this doctor?"

"Glasc, less of a doctor I guess and more of an alchemist. He and his wife run a clinic to help provide medical care. Pretty sure they have at least one piltie sponsor. Or some nice market connections." You finally look at Viktor who hasn't taken his gaze off you. His amber eyes are filled with worry as they dart around your own expression. It’s a look that starkly contrasts his normal sharp and calculating gaze, but no less handsome.

What? 

“And you’re sure he didn’t poison you?”

“Yes Viktor, I probably just need to sleep it off.”

He exhales slowly and nods, as if to also reassure himself as well.

“I’m sorry this is such an inconvenience.” You say barely above a whisper. The hand on your arm tenses and you feel Viktor lean more weight on you.

“Cyril! Cy, it’s not an inconvenience at all!” His voice is filled with concern.

You can feel the heaviness in your limbs settling and fogging your thoughts, sleep calls to you in the back of your mind like a song. Without much thought, you nestle into the covers and slide your hand into his with a squeeze. 

“Get back to work, I’ll be up in a bit.”

And then you go slack.

Viktor feels your grip loosen and for a moment panic rises until he hears you snoring lightly. The atmosphere feels so familiar. Except it ended much more tragically and suddenly back then. He takes a few more moments to inspect your sleeping form before heading back to the lab, deciding he’ll check back in another hour or so. 

When you re-awaken the sun is up and the hanging clock reads 12:31, your limbs are still a little sore but much better than when you first woke up. You walk into the kitchenette and prepare a sandwich to calm your growling stomach and prepare another one to bring to Viktor, plus a fruit tart you picked up yesterday originally for yourself but now as a show of thanks. 

Viktor is writing frantically on the blackboard, strings of runes and equations cover most of the board alongside smaller diagrams. He mumbles to himself and only pauses to take a drink of coffee. You nudge the door open and blink a few times when Viktor jumps in surprise and yelps. His face is gaunt and hair is sticking out in all directions, his shirt is untucked and his hands tremble. You step further in and notice several mugs, clearly used, some still half full, sitting on various surfaces.

“Oh! You’re up! Good good, watch your step.” He looks back at the board and smiles, “I think I’ve reached a small breakthrough. A way to stabilize the energy.”

“Are you, okay?” You place the food down and observe the work on the board.

Still doesn’t make any sense to you.

“Oh I’m fine, not my first all nighter, won’t be my last. I know you said I should sl--” “Wait, what?!” An all-nighter? But it was noon! Unless, “Viktor, what do you mean?”

“Well after you went back to sleep, I grabbed breakfast and started going over my equations, and then came across an inconsistency. So I grabbed some references and realized that I needed to do an inverse equation, which changed everything. But again, it’s all okay.”

Your brain chugs through the barrage of information, “So you’ve been up for over 24 hours.”

Viktor looks out the window, “It would seem so.” 

Silence.

You take a deep breath.

“Viktor. I’m going to ask you to lay down. Take a nap.”

He furrows a brow, “I’m fine, I’ve gone four days without sleep.”

You bury your face in your hands and groan.

“At least eat lunch, can you do that?”

Viktor takes the sandwich and bites into it, eye contact not breaking.

“Okay, I’m going to leave you to it. I’ll be right back.”

--------------

As soon as you’re out the doors Viktor shoves the rest of the sandwich half into his mouth and hurries back to his board, now writing down inputs for his next experimental run. Everything is coming into place and thigh might just be the one that kick starts a whole new future for Piltover, for Runeterra. 

If the experiment goes well, replicates perfectly, and remains stable then he and Jayce will have the hard part worked out! He can just imagine an era where he can traverse the ocean in moments without worrying about the dangers of the long trip. An era where great minds can travel the world and share knowledge. He’s read of healers from Ionia being able to pull even inherited illnesses from a body, blacksmiths from Noxus who have been able to create perfectly smelted alloys, expert shipbuilders from Bilgewater that could be consulted to craft better trade ships! The possibilities were endless, and not to mention what could become of his home. People forced to work in the mines and sumps would have new opportunities to work on trade routes, export chemtech machines, move to other regions where they may have left family when they tried moving to Piltover for a better life. 

If Viktor was selfish he himself would travel the world his father so passionately talked about, he wanted to see Mount Targon with his own eyes, explore the lush jungles of Ixtal, study the ruins of the Sun kingdom in Shurima, and perhaps settle for a moment in a small town tucked away from the rest of the world where the air is fresh and the grass is bright green. 

“You’ll do great things my boy.” His father had told him before he took his last breath.

“Viktor?” He turns to see you with a mug of tea, “Are you okay?”

Viktor nods, takes the mug and drinks. The flavor is bitter and sharp and doesn’t feel quite right. He looks at the tea inside and notices a faint purple hue swirling around when the light hits it. Then the smell hits him, it’s sickeningly sweet, it’s…the thought clouds. Spots flash in his vision. Viktor looks up at you and notices you watching him carefully, shame etched into your face.

“Cy…Cy what?” His heart shudders, limbs tingle, stomach drops, “What did you do.”

“I’m sor--”

The world goes cold and black.

[swsapphics-ao3feed]

by Sixes_and_Sevens

An Akaan’uliik is an extinct species of lion, formerly of Mandalore. In common usage, it refers to someone who's always on the front line. Or perhaps, it refers to Bo-Katan Kryze, Mand'alor, and the way she walks on the way to see her riduur, The Armorer. Part 1 of 2

Words: 2011, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV), Bo-Katan Kryze

Relationships: The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV)/Bo-Katan Kryze

Additional Tags: Black!Armorer, Dom/sub, sub Bo-Katan Kryze, Butch4butch, Exhibitionism, Sex Toys Under Clothing

[murderandcoffee]

turns out that writing fake magnus archives statements is REALLY fun

anyway if anyone is interested in a flesh statement about a guy and his fashion designer wife, I'll probably be posting it either here or on ao3 within the next couple days

[barblaz-arts]

Hello. Me again. I was wondering if you were going to continue your Chaggie fic, "The First Guest". No rush or anything, I know you might be busy, I was just curious.

I am still writing it, yeah. I wrote a bit more just last night actually! Motivation is just hard to keep hold of. Here let me show a little more of the wip

[buggyandthebartoclub]

Your Secret Recipe for Sanji A La Mode PT. 1 A gender neutral reader x Sanji fic Rated E: contains sexual content, oral, Sanji in lingerie, mentions of bondage/bdsm (no actual bondage/bdsm in this fic, will be in part 2), coming untouched, implied that reader is a bit of pervert for Sanji NO food involved sexually the title was just funny to me ok Word count: 2208 Summary: Sanji is WEAK for you, and you wanna see him in something sexy in your bed, good thing you have JUST the recipe for such a delicacy!

A/N: HUGE thank you to the heart pirate homie hoppers for helping me workship this fic ive been struggling with for like 2-3 weeks lol! Thank you @mandiemegatron & @guilty-sugar (I literally wouldnt have gotten this far w/o Mandie TT_TT tysm ilysm)

For a man who exuded strength and pride, your amusement was palpable when you marveled at how effortlessly Sanji succumbed to the delectable flavors of your charm

Whether it unfolded through the savory banter that rolled off your tongue like a well-prepared dish, the subtle graze of your hands during the exchange of your favorite drink, or the delight of your eyes meeting across the deck with a hint of spice in a cheeky wink, every interaction with you seemed to season his demeanor.

Like ingredients harmonizing in a perfect dish, each aspect of your presence had a transformative effect, turning the strong and proud man into a concoction of flavors, a delicious blend responding to the culinary symphony of your allure.

And you yearned to have him in your hands, cradled delicately like the soft dough kneaded under Sanji’s beautiful hands, glazed over with his tears from the sweetness of a heartfelt confession. You wanted to tie him up delicately and hold him together when he inevitably crumbles apart for you.

Thankfully the recipe for this delightful surprise only required a few careful steps, thoughtful timing around your next couple destinations, acquiring suitable bindings for an artful presentation, and of course, selecting the perfect gift for your delicious chef that compliments his profile like a fine wine with a meal.

When the opportune moment arrives, all it takes is a moment to ensure you stay behind with Sanji while the rest of the crew is off exploring the new island allowing you to saunter into the kitchen with the confidence of a skilled chef, Sanji’s gift hidden behind your back as you express a sudden craving for something sweet.

Your eyes sparkle with delight when Sanji jumps at the chance to cook something delectable just for you, his praises already sweetening the air before you even find a seat, discreetly hiding his gift like a secret ingredient.

Alone with him, the kitchen became a culinary stage, and he was already overwhelmed, the heat of flustered emotions rising as you watched him cook with undivided attention, something he often begged for from you but instantly felt overwhelmed by when given it.

By the time he was finished his heart was racing as he presented your favorite treat in an elegant display, a blush growing on his cheeks as he spoke with a smile,

“Something sweet, for my sweet, I hope you enjoy”

Laughing softly, you’d place a hand delicately on his wrist, leaving him simmering in anticipation as you spoke sweetly,

“I’d enjoy anything from you, Sanji”

He’s a bubbling pot of emotions when you withdraw your hand to taste the delicacy he prepared, made only sweeter by his reaction. You grinned and laughed a little as Sanji wobbled away in a daze, letting your eyes trail after him as he fluttered weakly about the kitchen, unable to calm himself down under your weight of your gaze eyeing him up and down like he was what you wanted to eat as he continued to clean up the kitchen.

He’s already light headed before making his way back to you just as you finish up your treat to clear away your plate when he asks,

“How was it, my dove?”

“Oh, dessert was delicious, I was hoping I could have you for the main course though” you'd say with a wink and slide the gift you wrapped so carefully onto the counter, lifting the lid for him to see the contents as he wibbles and wobbles, nose bleeding and flush running up his face as he stutters out a weak

“O-Of course m-mon amour” and promptly faints at your feet

Amused, you’d help prop him up, whether it’s in the kitchen or his room, and tend to the aftermath. Placing his gift gently in his arms, and taking your leave for him to wake up in his own time.

Your anticipation simmered in the air, much like a slow cooked dish, as you savored the prospect of the impending moment. After all, the most exquisite dishes demand patience, and you have been exceptionally patient.

Weeks of careful preparation had transpired to gather the necessary ingredients for this night, treating it like Sanji would a complex recipe, each component thoughtfully chosen and measured.

Returning to your room, you prepared for the real delicacy of the night, dressing in your most seductive outfit and draping yourself loosely with a robe. The ropes, painstakingly dyed blue for this occasion, a gag you tied the week prior, and lovely little blindfold, all laid out like ingredients for a culinary masterpiece before settling in the comfort of your bed to wait out your growing excitement.

The wait would be brief before Sanji was at your door in a panic. His frantic knocks echoed across your room as he poured out one rushed apology after another

“Y/N, I am deeply apologetic for the embarrassing display you had to clean up, I was so overcome with my emotions for you at the sight of such a gift! Please give me a chance to make it up to you, I-I’ll do anything please! It won’t happen again mon amour!”

Smirking as you close your book and set it aside, going to the door, opening to Sanji's pitiful gaze as he falls on his knees, gift in hand as he wraps his arms around your waist and rubs his face into you while you card a hand through his hair and spoke in a deceptively sweet tone

“Oh it’s alright Sanji kun, I was just worried you didn’t like my gift, I spent so long picking it out just for you” trailing off and letting him jerk his head up to look at you and squeeze you tighter, his nose already bleeding a little bit again from just being against your skin

“I’d love anything from you Y/N, I was simply overwhelmed from imagining you wearing something like this for me!”

You grin as you look down at him, “Although I’d be happy to wear something like this for you sometime, I got this for you, Sanji kun” savoring the way his face turns a brilliant red. He pulls back and looks down at the box in his hands, his eyes darting back and forth between you and the box

“This, mon cheri? A-are you sure you want me to wear this?”

Your eyes gleam when you nod, excitement flushing your skin as he takes a deep breath before giving a desperate “Anything you want mon amour!”

You can barely contain your excitement as you guide Sanji up onto his feet and let him into your room, letting your robe fall off your shoulders as you sit back down on your bed, letting the view of your outfit send tremors down Sanji’s entire body, his pants already lightly tented as you eye him up and down, watching him intently as comes to a stop in front of you.

His breathing is ragged and his pupils are dilated and he’s clearly already dying to reach out and touch you, you can tell by the way his hands tremble and he bites his lip, eager to please and hesitant to disappoint he eyes you up and down, licking his lips and shuffling on his feet, looking down at the gift in his hands then back at you, his face still a smoldering red as he clears his throat.

“S-so mon bijou, how would you like me to..?” trailing off uncertainly, fidgeting under your gaze

“Why don’t you try it on for me right now?” you give a cheeky grin, “If you’re shy I can close my eyes for you, my dear”

Sanji’s knees buckled a little and he let out a stuttering breath as he nods shakily “A-ah yes, of course,” stumbling a little when he steps forward to place the gift box beside you on the bed and straightening back out to undress.

You manage to keep your breathing even when he slides off his shoes and even when his jacket comes off, licking your lips as he loosens his tie and begins to expose his sculpted chest one undone button at a time. Tilting your head back to take in the view when he starts to tug off his belt, you bite your lips as he pushes down his pants to reveal miles of deliciously thick thighs.

Your mouth is watering by the time he’s freeing his erection and reaching over to grab the silky blue outfit you spent so long picking out. Grabbing the brilliant blue material of the stockings first, slipping them on with trembling fingers when he reaches for the thong next when reach over and stop him with an airy laugh,

“Actually have to put the garter on first love, here, let me help you”

You pull the garter out of the box and traded him pieces of fabric as he stepped into the piece, his flush growing further down his body and erection straining as you kneel down to clasp the straps to the stockings, you stand back up, handing the thong back to him as you lean in close to press a kiss to his cheek and whisper in his ear

“There you go handsome, you’re doing great”

Sanji’s breath is ragged as you step back, watching him slip on the underwear, barely able to contain his throbbing member like you can barely contain yourself as he pulls out the delicate bra top, slipping those sculpted arms through the straps. You can’t help yourself from putting your hands on them and turning him around to get a delicious view of his perfect ass as you hook the bra for him, turning him back around and stepping back to sit down and lean back on the bed to admire how perfectly the blue lingerie complimented his skin, contrasting brilliantly with the blush spread down his body, complimented further by the dribble of blood dripping down his face as he watches you with ragged breath, he tries to follow after you, going in for a kiss but you put a hand on his chest, leaving him leaning over you as you smirk, inches from his lips as you speak

“Ah- Ah, before you get to have anything from me, didn’t you say you’d make it up to me for having to clean up your mess earlier? Maybe you can start by tasting the treat I have for you, and you can use your tongue to clean up the mess you’ve made of me until I feel like you’ve made it up to me.”

Sanji groans and runs his hands down your sides as he shakes his head up and down like a bobble head “Anything for you mon cherie”

And he’s sliding down between your legs, his hands shaking as he grabs at your thighs, kissing and nipping up them till he reaches your underwear, moaning when he inhales your scent, unable to control himself as he licks you through your underwear, the sounds you make send him over the edge he was already straining at and he's coming untouched just from the faint taste of you.

He pants and groans through it, pulling your underwear down through the shudders and your hands are in his hair when starts eating you like a man starved. He’s all soft lips and warm tongue, you’re unable to stay quiet when you feel trembling fingers join his tongue, you’re pulling on his hair and you thrust your hips to ride his face, chasing your pleasure as Sanji drowns in it, completely overwhelmed by everything about you as he swirls his tongue and sucks gently on you.

You’re throwing your head back, eyes closed when you tell him in between gasps

“Yes, Sanji, just like that, good boy”

And he groans into your core, eyes rolling back as his hips stutter and he finds release untouched once again as he brings you to yours.

You let him rest his head on your thigh as you both catch your breath and your running a hand comforting through his hair, it takes you a minute before you’re sitting up, slipping a hand under Sanji’s chin tipping his head back to look at you as you lean forward to reward him with a deep, tender kiss, laughing at his dazed face when you pull back and say

“Did you enjoy your treat Sanji dear?”

He nods weakly in your hand and you make an obvious glance down at his mess and back to his eyes, smiling sweetly when you coo at him

“I’m so glad, but that wasn’t supposed to be about you getting off was it?” He gulps and shakes his head softly in your hand, “So how about you let me tie you up and we can focus on you for a bit, see how many times we need to make you come before you can focus on just me?”

His pupils are blown out and blood drips from his nose as he nods weakly in your hand again, whimpering when you put your lips to his and tell him to use his words, kissing him when he says “yes, please, anything you’ll give me mon amour.”

[wutheringmights]

next ctb will probably not be next week but the week after, if only because i can't use my saturdays to binge write this month

[suashii]

found some visuals for geto in my upcoming fic !! i like the one of the right bc you can see all the piercings :3 but ! additionally, geto in my fic has snakebites ( of course, he always will heh ) and his hair is shaved short on the sides ! supa sexy hehe~

[atthebell-moved]

happy birthday techno!!!

my work for @voicesfortheblade, prompt by Faust!

Words: 2002 Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Technoblade & Philza Characters: Technoblade, Philza Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Wing Grooming, Winged Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Hair Braiding, Forcing one another to rest damn it, Tooth-Rotting Fluff Summary:

In the morning, he wakes up before Phil and cooks them some simple porridge with honey and cinnamon. Phil squints at him, sensing an agenda, but he takes the bowl gratefully.

“I’ve got a plan for us, today, Phil.” Techno drawls.

“Oh boy, can’t wait to hear what you’ve cooked up this time.”

“Picture this: We sit in a field and look at daisies, count the clouds, and do absolutely nothing all day. How does that sound?”

~

Emeraldsduo take a rest day!

[myymi]

after, quite literally, 10 months i finally finished this thing.

[quillsmora]

one more and then i'll say goodbye

rated E, guardians of the galaxy (mcu), gamora/peter quill

The adrenaline thundering through her veins is enough to distract her from just how good he is at this, from the reason he knows her body so well –– though none of that feels important anymore. She’s alive, he’s alive, that’s all that matters right now.

or: after almost dying on a job for the ravagers, gamora and peter need to remind each other what it feels like to be alive.

word count: 2k

additional tags: post guardians of the galaxy vol 3, smut, near death experiences, rough sex, semi-public sex, door sex, denial of feelings, ravager gamora

[itshype]

An hour into Armageddon, but also last week

ItsHype | 2.4K | Wednesday (TV 2022)

Pairing: Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin

Tags: Excessive Poetic Language, Episode: S1e08 A Murder of Woes, Not Xavier Thorpe Friendly, One-Sided Relationship, Canon-Typical Violence, One-Sided Wednesday Addams/Xavier Thorpe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Unreliable Narrator, Car Crash Imagery, Not as much of a jerk as you could have been award, Vincent Thorpe is a Dick, Missing Scene

Summary:

Tyler and Wednesday have reunited, and with Enid, advance on Nevermore. This is Xavier's perspective of what comes next.

Part 2 of At the dawn of time, head due north

[rotisseries]

once I edit this it's over for you bitches

[swsapphics-ao3feed]

by gobuyastarwars

School soccer team star Shin Hati must learn to make peace with an opposing team's top athlete, Sabine Wren, after Shin unexpectedly moves schools mid-year.

Words: 2219, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars: Ahsoka (TV), Star Wars: Rebels

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Sabine Wren, Shin Hati, Numa (Star Wars), Ketsu Onyo, Ahsoka Tano

Relationships: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Football | Soccer, Athletes, Enemies to Friends