#and he wasn't big on attention but we respected him and gave him his space until he said otherwise

[agents-are-dicks]

one of my cats has been missing for 8 days now. We think he ran off and got lost right before the storm last week. This doesn't affect any of you but I'm really fucking sad about it.

[ncityprincess]

pick up the phone, baby

plot: phone sex with boyfriend jaehyun

MDNI

you tossed your head back and let out a long sigh of frustration. there you were, stark naked and sprawled out in the middle of your large bed. with your man out for the night, it left you feeling lonely and needy. you were trying to find a way to pass some time all alone in your quiet apartment.

it wasn't like this was your first night alone without jaehyun. you and jaehyun always gave each other the space to have your own separate lives and interests outside of the relationship. jaehyun encouraged you to go to brunches and vacations with your friends, and you made it clear that you respect his lifestyle and friendships.

however, you weren't feeling so understanding this particular night.

you kept rubbing at yourself, itching for your climax like madwoman, but it never came. you just couldn't satisfy yourself the way you wanted to. you decided you needed some extra reinforcement and went to go fish for your trusty vibrator, only to find out it was dead. perfect.

why did jaehyun have to have his guys night tonight of all nights…

"fuck it!" you spat out and retrieved your phone from under the thick comforter. it took you no more than five seconds to unlock your phone and call your unsuspecting boyfriend.

jaehyun reached for his phone in his back pocket when he felt it vibrate. Considering the possibility that it could be you calling, he got up from the couch in search of some quiet and privacy. "yo yuta! you can take my turn." jaehyun said as he tossed yuta his controller. yuta merely nodded at him and picked up the controller so he could get ready to play.

jaehyun walked past the kitchen where Johnny and taeyong were making themselves drinks and headed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. low and behold, it was your beautiful contact photo gracing his lock screen. jaehyun picked up your call with a smile.

"hi my love, everything okay? have you eaten something yet?" jaehyun rambled into the phone like the attentive and sweet boyfriend he was. his innocent line of questioning almost took you out of your horny haze, the whole reason why you had called in the first place.

"hi." was all you said back in an airy tone.

jaehyun scratched his head softly. "um hi, is everything okay?" he repeated curiously.

"how's your little party with the guys going?" you asked in an even tone, mindlessly twirling a strand of your hair.

jaehyun had to admit, he was stumped. this outing wasn't something out of the norm for him. he always got together with his members. whether it was to play video games and order ungodly amounts of takeout, or sing karaoke until sunrise, this was nothing new. he appreciated you seemingly taking interest in how his night was going, but something was off...

"so far so good. we've just been playing the game and hanging out. we actually just ordered some pizza. I can bring you back a few slices if you want? we ordered from that place that we went to a few weeks ago. you know, the one next to the park. Their mozzarella sticks were......uh y/n?" jaehyun paused when he heard your labored breathing on the other end.

what jaehyun didn't know is that you were running your hands up and down your body while he was talking in that sexy husky voice of his. you always had a thing for his deep voice. it brought tingles all over your body. your hands had settled back on your dripping pussy, right where they were before you had called him.

"mm, mhm?" you moaned out, almost not realizing he had called your name. you were so into how good his voice sounded over the phone...

"what are you doing?" jaehyun questioned.

you let out a soft giggle, running a hand through your hair. "I'm laying down in our big bed, all alone and bored." you replied slowly. seductively.

jaehyun got a whiff of your bedroom voice and didn't waste any time letting his mind wander to darker places. he walked back over toward the bathroom door and locked it.

"aww, you poor thing. what's a girl like you gonna do about that boredom, huh?" jaehyun goaded.

his words shot directly to your core, making you speed up your movements on your buzzing clit.

"what am I gonna do about it, or what am I doing about it?" you purred out mischievously.

jaehyun smirked and ran his hand over his jaw. so that's what his girl was doing this whole time. being a little slut.

"oh you naughty girl. that's why you're calling me, huh? can't stand being alone so you need me to talk you through it?"

"I mean if you're offering, yeah I'd like you to talk me through it actually"

jaehyun glanced at the door. the faint sounds of the video game and the guys' intermittent laughter and chatter seemed to mask over what was going on in the bathroom.

or at least he hoped so.

“baby, the guys are right outside the door.” he said with a warning tone. it only made you wetter.

“i don’t care daddy, need you so bad." There it was, the one word that made Jaehyun go insane.

“fuck. you and that slutty fucking mouth of yours…”

“it's your fault. you made me this way.” you sighed out, spreading your legs even wider.

“oh did i?”

“you know you love it when i talk nasty, daddy.”

jaehyun chuckled incredulously and leaned his back against the cold bathroom wall. “you’re something else, you know that y/n?”

“oh just shut up and make me feel good already” you said with a twisted smirk.

jaehyun groaned softly and shoved his hand down his grey sweatpants, ghosting his hand over his stiff dick.

"what are you doing to yourself, darling?"

you bit your lip, excited to tell him every last detail. "I'm grabbing my tits while I rub my pussy. but I really wish it was you doing it."

"yeah? you wish I was home so I could take care of you? touch all over my little baby and make her feel good?" jaehyun spat on his hand and slid it up and down his shaft. holy fuck he couldn't wait to get home to you.

"mhm. I love it when you put your hands all over me. it's not the same without you."

jaehyun felt a tinge of pride in his chest, knowing that he had a beautiful girl waiting for him at home who craved him just as much as he craved her.

"fuck baby. is that pussy ready to be fucked yet? think you can slide a few fingers in?" jaehyun gritted out, feeling himself get close due to the erotic situation he was in.

you didn't hesitate for a second and slowly slipped two fingers inside of yourself. you let out a slutty moan when you felt your fingers stretch you open.

jaehyun chuckled darkly, "I guess I have my answer then. go on, fuck yourself nice and deep for me. I want you nice and stretched out for me when I come home tonight, ok?"

"yeahhhhhh." you whined out and rocked your hips against your hand. who knew all you needed was the sound of your man's voice to get you off. this was way better than whatever you were trying to do before.

"god Jae I'm sooo wet. need you." you whined out, turning over onto your stomach. you felt your fingers much deeper in this position and let out more lewd sounds of pleasure.

jaehyun wanted nothing more than to bury his face between your thighs and hear all of those delicious sounds in person. he was halfway tempted to leave the hangout without saying a word. could you blame him? the love of his life was at home fucking herself to the sound of his voice.

jaehyun jerked himself off roughly, eager to get himself off quickly. not only was the situation he was currently in extremely hot, he was also mildly aware that his friends were waiting for him to come back and join them.

"alright baby, I need you to cum for me. let me hear how hard you can make yourself cum."

you were so close you could taste it. all it took was a few more bounces on your fingers and you were exploding all over them. jaehyun's face contorted in immense pleasure while listening to you ride out your high and before he knew it, he was blowing his load all over his hand. it took every ounce of self control to not make a sound in this echoey bathroom.

both of you were catching your breath and calming down from the intense highs you experienced.

"well I never thought I'd find myself jerking off in taeyong's bathroom but there's a first time for everything I guess."

you covered your face in your hands, slightly embarrassed thinking about what just transpired not too long ago.

"don't come back too late ok? I'm not done playing with you, daddy." you said lightheartedly.

jaehyun finished cleaning himself up and pulled his sweats back up. "aye aye, honey. call me if you need anything. I love you so much."

jaehyun wrapped up in the bathroom and tried his hardest to act like he wasn't just phone fucking his girlfriend a few minutes ago. jaehyun walked into the kitchen to grab some water. Johnny smirked slightly and grabbed his drink. He exited the kitchen past jaehyun, but not before busting his balls.

“tell y/n i said hi” johnny said with a shit eating grin.

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[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

Why so blue

Prologue, one, two, three, four

Chapter 5

We gonna start making friendship bracelets or not?

(probably noticed but i'm the only one proof reading this and I have very little vision left! though considering that i think im doing a pretty good job but sorry for any misspellings or grammatical errors)

also i swear more Quaritch content is coming but this is a slow burn, and we're not even simmering yet

You gave up after five fish. You'd been trying to let Lyle catch at least one before you headed back but the sun was dipping low and he was hopeless.

"We're done." You smiled over at him. He pouted and looked at you with pleading eyes.

"Aww come on I'm this close!"

"This close to stabbing your own foot. We have plenty, thank the water for a feast and move on."

"Whatever" Lyle scowled as he passed you, knocking roughly against your shoulder as he passed. You had forgotten for a moment what he was. This was a recom, a demon soul in false flesh. You felt stupid for letting yourself have fun with him, he didn't respect the life around him. No wonder he'd done so poorly fishing, the water itself knew not to let him succeed,  perhaps it hoped he'd starve. You said you're prayer over the fish, Spider by your side echoing your words. It warmed you to see him like this.

When he'd joined you on his first trip past the camp into the forests to search for medicine plants, he'd been so eager to learn. He followed in your footsteps and took on all the wisdom you offered. He had been upset to find out he'd never connect to the spirit tree like the other children had but you'd shown him the way he could still feel the life of the planet. It was in the food and drink that nourished him, in the shelter the canopies provided and when he died his own flesh would nourish the land in turn. He'd not been as enthusiastic about that last part but seemed to resign himself. On quiet nights he'd even whisper about moments he swore he could feel the breathe of Eywa through the trees.

You headed over to the fire and to Quaritch. He seemed distracted when you presented the fish, passing them off quickly and making some jeer about your ability. You waited a moment but he seemed lost in thought and did not re cuff you, nor did he take your blade. Deciding to let this last as long as possible you moved to sit on Spider's other side, giving yourself space between you and your sons father.

He bothered you a lot. He was clearly a powerful man, a leader and a fighter. He also seemed no stranger to cruelty, though you'd not have guessed that if you had only seen the way he was with Spider. He regarded him fondly, even now absentmindedly leaning gently against him. You didn't like it, you were starting to smell him on your Spider. It felt wrong for his scent to be mixed with Spider's and your own. That kind of thing should be reserved for kin or at least mates.

You were startled out of thought when Zdog sat on your other side. She didn't acknowledge you, too busy picking at a chunk of wood with her knife. It looked like some kind of creature, large body with small ears and big claws, all be it crudely carved so you weren't sure. The knife she used was clearly far to big for such a craft, over half the length of her forearm and with a serrated edge. It was expertly crafted you had to admit, the smooth black material wasn't like anything you'd seen before.

Mansk approached with the cooked fish, Spider took his and you had to catch yours as he scurried away. He looked between you and Quaritch, ears tipped and tail whipping. You wondered why he was so agitated, though Quaritch's dark expression maybe frightened him too. You turned your gaze away from him again, desperate for anything to focus on instead of his burning eyes glowing in the fire light.

Zdog's arms caught your attention. Swirling colourful tattoos traced from her shoulders down onto her hands. Each knuckle even had a small shape etched just bellow it on her fingers. You'd seen elders of your people get them done, for your kind it was a way of preserving memories and stories but they'd always been done in purely black inks.

"You gotta problem?" You looked up to see Zdog scowling at you. You panicked, you didn't want her drawing Quaritch's attention to you and you didn't want to break your word to Spider. Shakily you decided it'd be best to respond.

"They're incredible" you gestured, hoping the compliment would ease her. To your relief it seemed to, her frown lessened and she let out a humorless laugh.

"Thought when I woke up like this I thought I might have finally ridden myself of this one" She lifted her shirt revealing a fish like creature over her belly button. "Though maybe I should be more annoyed that some asshole back home redid my tramp stamp"

She'd lost you at the end there but you just nodded. Hoping to appease her.

"hey let me see that." Before you could protest She'd reached over and unsheathed the knife from its holster on your chest.

"Damn! Been a while since I've seen your kinds handy work up close. Kinda pretty for a blade? Any good?" She held your blade up to the fire, admiring the opalescent blade and carved handle.

"It was my teachers, it's for craft so it's not so durable." You worried as she held it. This was one of the few things of home you had. Lyle still had everything else in your late mothers satchel. Your tail thrashed behind you as you fidgeted. Zdog ran a finger down the side, poking the notch you used to cut thread.

"ahh no good for this then" She tossed you her carving, keeping hold of your blade. You caught it but figured you were unlikely to get your knife back now.

"I don't recognize it, nor the other animals tattooed on you" Zdogs ears perked up and she smiled a toothy grin.

"These are animals from Earth! Long extinct but my Dad took me to the clone zoos to see a real bear" her tone boastful.

She pointed at her carving, something in her expression had softened recalling her own father. It felt to far to intimate for you now, she was not your friend, just another demon. You turned your attention to the fish and began eating. She'd so casually mention that these animals were long gone but still wanted to preserve them? How could they live in such a world were entire species died. Though you thought some must have cared, why else would they try to bring them back. The humans must be a deeply regretful people, perhaps they felt guilty for killing their mother Earth.

Zdog continued your light conversation throughout the meal, seeming undeterred by you short responses, happy to carry the conversation. You discovered that colourful dyes were common amongst their people and that tattoos held different meanings depending on the individual. Her's were done to spite her elders. She'd also tossed your knife back after eating, complaining it was too small and pathetic for her. You gladly returned it to your holster and sighed stretching out. Quaritch approached as the group began to setting for the night. He knelt in front of you, your breathe hitched as he held your gaze. Suddenly he was grabbing your wrists roughly to recuff them.

"incase you get any ideas about wandering off" he'd drawled out focusing intently on your face. You couldn't respond, your throat had become so tight you couldn't even swallow. He turned first, standing and swaggering away. You let out the breathe you didn't realize you'd been holding in. Spider laid a warm hand on your forearm, helping you up and over to where he'd chosen to rest.

Sleep wouldn't come for some hours. You lay near Spider, your back to the mountains and the recoms all in front of you. Quaritch hadn't said a word to you since cuffing you but continued a close watch and choosing to rest on Spider's other side. You'd tried to keep your eyes focused on Spider and his soft snores, then you'd tried to watch the recoms. Zdog snored, Mansk seemed to keep twitching, where as Lyle might have died for how still he seemed. Eventually you decided to just turn over and stare up into the stars. You could still feel his gaze on you but could no longer see him in the peripherals. Out there was his star, Jake had pointed it out years back but you couldn't recall which one. How strange it must be, to be so far from home.

The next morning you were uncuffed. Quaritch had gripped you elbow tightly.

"Stay close"

The group began the assent. Spider nimbly climbing up, shouting mockery down at the recoms bellow. Quaritch had demanded you keep to the middle of the pack. He and Zdog climbed above and Mansk and Lyle bellow.

"Wow, what a view" Lyle spoke bellow you, you'd looked down only to find him staring back up at you. Your face flared and you turned back to climbing. Disgusted you wished you could hit him, but you were playing nice so you were left to stew in your growing hatred for this demon in particular. Maybe you could knock a rock loose above his big bald head.

Your arms began to feel heavy and burned with exertion. You imagined the demons felt worse than you, you were far more experienced at this, this thought amused you. You'd have reached the nests by now if you weren't pacing with them. A few pebbles bounced off your head before you heard a scream. Above you Zdog had pulled on a loose vine and was now tumbling down unable to grab hold of anything. Before she could wiz past you, you extended your arms out, locking your knees around the vines and managed to grip her wrists. Your arms felt like they'd pop out the sockets when you stopped her fall, she loosely hung from you. Her hands gripped your forearms tightly as she looked up, pupils like pinpricks she looked terrified. You smiled down at her, hoping to reassure her. You'd kept your legs wrapped around your own vines and using your core you began to swing her.

"Grab the ledge" You shouted down to her. She nodded quickly and helped swing you both using her legs. When her body got close enough she hooked her thighs around the plant life then letting go one hand at a time grabbed onto the rock ledge. You pulled up quickly so the momentum didn't smash you against the cliff side she held onto.

"Jesus Christ!" Lyle exclaimed for bellow. You looked up to Quaritch. His face was pale but his expression unreadable. Spider gave you a thumbs up, looking relieved, before continuing the climb.

Zdog climbed over towards you as soon as she could. Then just above you the rest of the way, looking down to you frequently and very carefully tugging plants before using them to climb further. When you reached the summit she pulled you up and into a tight hug. You froze, unable to fully comprehend what was happening. She pulled back, eyes just a little glassy in the fading light.

"Thanks" She smiled wide, her expression soft and sincere.

"Anytime" you responded, still dazed and confused feeling. She moved quickly away from the edge, lightly pulling you along with her, to be as far from any edge as possible. The top of this floating rock was wide enough not to cause concern for falling but you didn't say anything to Zdog. Quaritch watched you both, you were still unsure of his expression but you'd decided it was somewhere between appreciation and anger. He confused you greatly, his attitude to you made no sense. When he'd captured you he wanted to keep you, but then seemed angry to have you around. You wanted to know what his problem with you was, if you were such a problem why didn't he just kill you or let you go. If he wanted you here, then why? They had Spider's cooperation before you'd turned up, what purpose did he have for you. Part of you didn't want to know, even if it would clear your mind it couldn't be good.

Zdog sat with you the whole evening, hissing at Lyle when he'd made some comment on your figure. You felt at ease with her, she seemed to have decided you were her friend now and you wondered if it was really such a bad thing to befriend these people? Maybe Spider's plan wasn't so foolish, befriend them, show them your worlds beauty and turn an enemy into an ally, After all humans had been made to see the way before.

[babyboyagere]

5 times Daryl should have known you were little and the time he found out.

Chapter 3 - Scared

tags: Cg! Daryl Dixon, Litte! Male Reader, Classification AU/littles are known

It had been a week since the prision had been attacked, and the anxiety hadn't lessned. Your whole family was dead or missing, and you didn't know where you or they were. The uncertianty that had plagued you since the governor attacked was exhausting, and it took everything in you to stay big.

Luckily, you were with Daryl. His constant presence was reassuring, and you trusted him to take care of you. It may be your littlespace betraying you, but with Daryl around you felt like everything would be okay.

"Y'alright?" Daryl asked, bringing you back to reality. You hadn't even realized you were zoned out.

"Yeah," you sighed, rubbing your eyes. "Tired, y'know?"

"Mhm," You two didn't speak for awhile. You just trudged through the wilderness, searching for somewhere to sleep for the night. The sun was begginging to set, and you were worried you'd have to sleep outside again, when Daryl grabbed your arm to get your attention. Immediately his touch, combined with his internal caregiver instincts that hung aroud him in an aura, made you feel soft.

"We might be in luck," he murmured, nodding to a white house that seemed to be abandoned. You gave him a grin.

The two of you diligently searched the house, checking for both living and dead threats. Once you had determined the place safe, you settled in for the evening, you in the living room and Daryl by the front door. While you longed for his warmth and comfort, you understood and respected his need for personal space. So, you were alone.

Still, anxiety chewed away at your insides, and you didn't want to be alone. You curled into a ball, knees tucked to your chest in an attempt to comfort yourself.

"Daryl?" You called from the living room, hoping he wasn't asleep. After a few minutes, he responded.

"Yeah?" You weren't sure what to say but you wanted him to talk to you.

"How come your never scared?" You asked softly. He sighed, unsure of how to respond. Daryl was growing more fond of you every day, and trusted you more than he'd like to admit. He could tell there was something different about you, a secret you guarded closely. He hoped you would start to trust him the way he was starting to trust you.

"I'm always scairt," he admitted after awhile. "But there's people to protect. People I gatta be strong for. 'Seasier to be strong when ya got people ya love,"

"I don't know how to be strong," you said, voice breaking. Immediately you hated yourself for how weak you were, for crying like the little baby you couldn't afford to be, not anymore. "Sorry," You whispered as you scrubbed your eyes with your fists, unsure if Daryl could even hear you cry.

Daryl felt bad for you, and the caregiver instincts within him moved him to go comfort you. Slowly and quietly he stood up and made his way over to you, crawling beside you and laying back to back against you. The gentle warmth from his body calmed you, and you stuck your thumb in your mouth.

"Thank you," you said after you were feeling bigger again.

The two of you slept side by side, comforted by each other's warmth and strengthened by your growing trust in each other.

[scfttwice]

protective

> jina is always protecting sana, but sometimes she needs to be protected too.

to say that jina was excited to flaunt her new dress would be a terrible understatement.

she had bought the khaki-colored article of clothing online without a second thought, believing that it was the cutest dress she had ever seen. and when it finally arrived, she wanted to go out wearing it as soon as possible. so when sana asked her to accompany her out to a mall, the korean-japanese girl didn't need to think twice to answer.

“jiji! that dress is so cute!” sana complimented her when the two met up in front of the maknae dorm. jina gave a little twirl, the dress that hung well above her knees twirling with her. ready to leave, the two girls looped their arms together as they headed towards the elevator.

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“ooh! let's go in there!” sana pointed to a perfume store at the end of the floor. although the bucket hat that the older woman was wearing did a great job at covering her face and concealing her identity, jina could still make out the way her unnie's eyes shone with excitement. sana's fascination towards scents in turn fascinated jina, as the latter always enjoyed seeing the former get all excited to find and try out new scents. with a wide, fond smile, jina let sana grab her hand and pull her towards the aforementioned store up ahead.

jina followed sana around the store, every now and then taking a whiff of the different perfumes that caught sana's interest to give her opinion on the scent. the store was practically empty, and the staff, even though they had recognized the two idols, were very respectful and gave them their space to browse, so both sana and jina lowered their guards as they shopped.

big mistake.

“aren't you from twice?”

the sudden appearance of a man in front of the two made the both of them jump slightly in surprise, looking up at the stranger wide-eyed. he gasped when he got a better look at their faces, the look of excitement on his face unmistakable. “you are! you're jina and sana!”

although still taken aback, the two smiled and nodded politely. they assumed him to be a fan, and they didn't want to be unnecessarily rude to one of their beloved onces. “can i take a selca with you guys?” he asked, already taking his phone out without waiting for an answer from either of the girls. they were starting to think that the guy was taking advantage of their politeness, and jina wasn't gonna let that happen.

“i'm sorry, but we'd rather not,” she told the man while still smiling, though now nowhere near as genuinely as before, stepping in between him and sana. “we'd really appreciate it if you would let us shop in peace.”

the man scoffed in response and jina was caught off guard by his blatant rudeness. “oh come on, it's just one picture. wouldn't hurt anyone, right?” he took a step closer to jina and that added to his refusal immediately made her feel uncomfortable, as she took a step back into sana to get away from him. as this happened, sana caught sight of the man's phone, the device catching her attention due to how weirdly he was holding it, she noticed. that was when she saw that the camera app was opened and it was currently recording a video. the man took another step forward and as he did, his hand holding his phone moved closer to the hem of jina's dress. upon realizing this, sana could've swore she started seeing the world in red.

despite being younger, jina had always been the protective one between her and sana. she'd do anything to protect her unnie, be it from bugs or from haters, doing so without much thought. but sometimes, even the protector needed protecting, and sana was more than willing to and capable of defending the younger girl.

the older protectively pulled the younger behind her and faced the man invading their personal space, her usual bright and cheerful eyes replaced by a sharp glare as she shoved his phone back towards him. “please leave before we call for security,” she threatened, but she didn't need to go alerting anyone for help because the store's staff themselves had caught on to the tension between the idols and the disrespectful “fan”, and were heading towards the entrance of the store where a security guard stood at the ready. noticing this, the man's facial expression turned into one of frustration before he ultimately turned around and quickly left the store. with him finally gone, sana let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

“are you alright, shatang?” jina asked with evident concern in her voice, stepping out from behind sana to face her with furrowed eyebrows. “i should be asking you that, jiji,” sana said with a slight whine in her voice, subconsciously pouting as she looked at jina. “he was being so creepy and that clearly made you uncomfortable. and his phone, he was recording...that was just unacceptable.” jina couldn't help the smile that pulled at the corners of her lips as she stepped forward and hugged sana. “thank you,” she murmured. “for protecting me.”

“of course,” sana sighed into jina's shoulder. “i'm never gonna let anyone harm you in any way.”

needless to say, sana became even more attentive towards jina throughout the rest of their time at the mall, holding her hand and keeping her close at all times.

[stuffedsock]

Always ready to try

Just some cute fluff. John is scared of dogs, I read that somewhere don't know if it's cannon or not but I am going with it. English isn't my first language so if there are any mistakes sorry!

John was very uncomfortable. There was a decently sized dogs head on his tight and it was looking at him with those big eyes that screamed "please give me pets". He unfortunately was actually scared of dogs. The Staffie? He though, it could be a Pittie he was never the one to know the difference between breeds was shaking from the speed of it's tail waggling and it was snorting. It made John think it was having trouble breathing.

He didn't feel comfortable touching it. Looking around the room he found most of the occupants engaged in conversations and his cousin no where to be found, he could feel the drool seeping into his new pants. Ew.

"Mordred! Down! Come here." He heard a stern voice say. The dog, Mordred, moved with a huff and a final slobber on his pant leg to the voice. John looked into the direction the dog went and he felt his heart clench.

They stood there, looking both exasperated and having such gentle-loving hands on the little block heads back that was grunting and huffing in love of the attention it finally got. "You can't do that Mordred. We talked about this, you know how to respect peoples personal space. You little nob!" Mordred did not seem to pay a lick of attention to the words you spoke to him, only enjoying the rubs he was getting.

John was staring at this point, he knew he should say something, introduce himself maybe find the dog as an excuse to...to do anything you were so captivating. The smile and the vivid twinkle in your eyes was calling to him, it was so long since he felt this tongue-tied. He could feel his face form a smile.

"Now, Mordred let's go apologies." His heart skipped a beat and he was hyperaware of the wet spot your dog left. His hand went to his Mohawk and he ruffled it to get rid of his nerves.

"Hi, ugh...?" You gestured toward him, and he hoped he gave you one of his winning smiles. "John MacTavish, and this is Mordred I met." He winked at you and the laugh you gave him made him grin even harder.

"Yes, this little block head is Mordred, sorry about your pants." The dog huffed as if it new it was being talked about, and the pat you gave it made it snuggle into your leg further.

The conversation flowed easily with you. He never laughed so easily, felt so comfortable, so...unbothered. John did not have to be the charming soldier who brings the mood up and keeps the team together here. Here, he can be John and he really appreciated it. He appreciated how you made it easy, you took his ques about topics he was uncomfortable and casually talked over them and he really hoped to get your number later.

It wasn't long before John again felt Mordred's head on his tight, the dogs huffs and snorts making him stand on edge. While he understood now, that the dog was the sweetest cuddle bug ever his fear of dogs wasn't going to go away in a day.

He felt your had on his tight and the dog was in a second off of him.

"I am so sorry John! I don't know what's gotten into him! He's usually so well behaved. He really must like you a lot to keep trying to get you to pet him. I know you are not really comfortable with dogs, I'm so sorry..."

John grabbed your hand gently and squeezed it. "Hey, it's okay. I know I'm irresistible but I could use some help with getting used to the little block head. How about next week we meet up and we try exposure therapy, ey?"

[geeoharee]

Hardspace Shipbreaker is a weird game isn't it

The actual mechanics of it are deeply satisfying (everything goes CLUNK when you undo the cut points, even though inside ships there's this careful difference of audio between pressurised and unpressurised spaces, because it not going CLUNK would be sad) and even tiny things like encountering a stray bolt and it going 'dink' off your helmet are just really nicely done

And I love all the death messages, 'Lynx reminds you that shipbreakers dying horribly can cause serious paperwork for Lynx executives', and so on

Plot spoilers follow...

But the plot is... Kind of all over the place? OK, so Lou is the agitator, Deedee is older and too tired and has seen too much, and Kaito is the kid who doesn't know any better. I called them killing off Kaito really early, by the way (they don't commit to it! you can't just un-kill characters it makes the moment entirely worthless, though to be fair to them they did set up the fake-out with his mic problems in act one)

Hal is the petty shopfloor supervisor with no real power who's interpersonally worse than the actual boss, BECAUSE he has no real power and knows it - god I have met too many of these people - and Weaver is Space Dad. We love Space Dad.

OK, they're archetypes but that's fine. And the plot is ... sort of meant to be about unions? Don't get me wrong, the day of industrial sabotage was fun as hell (or would have been, if you got CREDIT for blowing a fuel tank and shredding a load of panels, but the panels don't count as destroyed until they've been thrown in the furnace so now you just gave yourself loads of tiny bits to sweep up. sigh)

And so the resolution is 'you got yourselves some attention and the regulators stepped in and now you don't owe Lynx a gajillion dollars'. Hooray! But the thing is, this does not work as a game climax because obviously the mechanics don't change. So you're still being given ships with broken atmosphere regulators and told "don't cause an explosive decompression". You're still cleaning up ghost ships that Lynx says aren't full of ghosts. There's still no way to unfasten a Quasar thruster without shoving your entire head down the barrel and hoping you don't catch fire. Because the game was built as 'industrial hell' and it still IS!

Also I had a few tens of mils to tidy up before I could do the big ending cutscene, so I did a few shifts after the 'union victory' cutscene and there was this one conversation between Deedee and Kaito where she told him not to work free overtime. Good message: don't. But the reasoning just wasn't there. Deedee just said "do it the next day when you're getting paid" and Kaito complained about having to set up again the next day. Nobody said: You don't work free overtime because that's scabbing. If you do the work of two breakers, you're leaving a breaker in the unemployment line and you're endangering your colleagues who only do the work of one. Lou would have known that - why wasn't she in that conversation?

I dunno. Really felt like Baby's First Worker Solidarity, I felt it could have respected the player's intelligence a bit more. Maybe it's just because it was made by North Americans and getting them to notice that workers even exist as a class is fairly difficult. Apparently Blackbird are on a four day work week, though, so good for them!

P.S. don't organise against the company via the company email server you fuckwits

[smartycvnt]

Choices

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader Summary: You save Drew from an attack and while you're taking care of him, things progress differently than you'd expected. Warnings: smut, unprotected sex

"Dear God, it's an ambush on McIntyre!" That was all you needed to hear before you were rushing out to Drew's rescue. It had been a long time since you had felt like you had a purpose since your father retired, but this was it. You absolutely had to save Drew. You ran out there, glad that everybody was as superstitious as they were and backed away from you on principal. Nobody wanted to mess with the "Princess of Death" as you had been dubbed so early in your career.

"Give him to me," you said to Roman as you stared him down. Roman tried to hold his ground, but the second you started to lunge towards him, all of his fellow Bloodline members pulled him back. You placed your hand on the back of Drew's neck and pulled him onto his feet. You placed yourself underneath his arm for support as you walked him backstage. Anybody who dared to stand in your way as you took him back got a glare that most definitely put the fear of god inside of them.

"Thanks for the rescue," Drew said as you led him back to your area. It was nice to know that you always had a space backstage that was just your own. Most people didn't dare to come bother you unless they desperately needed your help. "Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead," you said as you gently ran your fingers gently across one of the bruises forming on his side. Drew reached out to grab your wrist, and for a moment you were scared that you had accidentally hurt him.

"Why me?" Drew asked you. You hadn't really thought about why you went out there to save Drew. The two of you had worked on the same show for years now, but you hadn't really interacted very much. Drew had never gotten in your way or made any snide comments about you hiding away backstage. You were a part of the WWE, and for that, he had respected you. Others seemed to have an issue with you only coming out to matches a few times a year, but always lurking around in the back.

"Why not?" you countered. Drew let out a little laugh as he brushed his thumb across your knuckles. You smiled a little, unable to contain the happy feeling that being around Drew like this gave you. "Would you rather me have just left you there?"

"Absolutely not. I'm very thankful for you saving my ass out there, but I was just curious. I, uh, I've heard some things about you." You had heard a lot of things about yourself as well, but you doubted Drew would be stupid enough to bring something up that would upset you. He was a big guy, but he wasn't above having to face your wrath, whether there was an audience or not. "Most of it can't be true, but I would have figured that your type was more Bray Wyatt."

"I seem to remember a certain Scottish psychopath," you teased. "My loyalties don't lie with Bray, not anymore. I don't know what he's doing. He made his choices, and I wasn't one of them. We all have choices to make, people to align ourselves with."

"Am I yours?" Drew asked you. You tilted your head as you thought about it. There wasn't much thought that had to go into your answer. Drew was very obviously your choice, he had sort of been for years, although you hadn't been given an opportunity to catch his attention until now.

"I think you are. We could do amazing things together. I could help you get those belts off Roman so the WWE has a real fighting champion, not just a special appearances guy," you told him. Drew smiled as if he liked the thought of that. You knew that he did, it was an offer that most of the guys backstage would have killed for. It could have been theirs if they weren't all so afraid of you. "What do you say?"

"It's not exactly a hard choice to make. I'm with you for as long as you'll have me," Drew promised. The two of you shook on it before he let you get back to tending to his injuries. You tried to touch him as gently as you could, but every so often you felt Drew wince or try to scoot away from you.

"This would go a lot quicker if you weren't being a baby about it," you teased. Drew scoffed, as if he wanted to argue that he wasn't being a baby, but he didn't. You glanced up at him to check if he was in too much pain for you to handle. The look in his eyes wasn't that of pain, but instead blatant arousal. "Oh."

"I can go," Drew said. He started to get up, but you shook your head and placed your hand on his chest to make him sit back down. Drew reached out and pulled you towards him, kissing you softly. There seemed to be an unspoken agreement between the two of you that both of you wanted more, and with that, the kiss grew deeper and more passionate. Drew ended up laying on top of you, grinding his thigh against your center as each of his kisses took your breath away.

"Drew, please," you whined. You needed to feel more of him in whatever way that you could. There was no way that Drew wasn't also getting antsy with the way that he had been grinding against you. Your hands trailed down his body and pushed his trunks down enough for his cock to spring free. Drew reached down between your legs to pull your skirt up a bit. You felt him tease you by pressing his cock against your center through your underwear. "I need more. I need to feel you."

Any hesitation within Drew went out the window when he heard the desperation in your voice. You had come to him in his moment of need and now he was coming to you in yours. Drew pushed your underwear to the side and pushed his tip through your folds. Drew dropped his hips just slightly and you felt him enter you. It was almost in that moment like everything clicked for you. A part of you had been nervous about being with Drew because of his size, but nobody had ever fit you like did. Drew seemed to be able to pull things out of you that nobody else had for years before him. You found yourself baring your soul to Drew entirely, even if he wasn't completely aware of it. You thought that you had made a choice by going out there to save Drew, but there had never really been any choice in it for you. One way or another, you would have found yourself in his path.

[wheeler-fan]

Mike wheeler is more complex than just someone who cannot express his love with words. Actually, it's not even a big deal to not be able to say ily if you can show it. In Mike's case, it's not a question of not being able to say it. He just cannot fully be himself around El which is what he literally told Will in the Van scene and in fact not just around El... he always tries to please others to look cool but what about what he wants/ needs? I think the fact that El and him distanced themselves at the end of the show is speaking more than words about the effect of that monologue on their relationship.

Mike avoiding El to not have a convo with her about that monologue and El avoiding Mike to avoid telling him that she didn't need that ily anymore cause she gave Mike the chance to prove her that he loved her but he was only willing to finally say it when Will pushed him to to so without even having to beg him for that.

* i agree with u that it's not a big deal if u can show it but the fact is that eleven needs words- she was raised in the lab when no one showed her that she means something- she was the one who had to impress with her abilities to be appreciated and the words was the only thing what matters there, that's the reason why she always says that friends don't lie and put so much attention to "i love u" from mike even in the letters. You have to remember that she hasn't got a childhood and there's still a lot of things that works different for her than anybody else.

*also there's a lot more about Mike's character, he feels that he's not enough, that he failed as a boyfriend, as a friend or best friend, as a brother, as a son and probably even as a student bc Ted puts a lot of pressure here. He thinks he's useless for the love of his life, he thinks that she just needed someone and now she can handle everything on her own and she's gonna leave him. He blames himself for everything and probably thinks that he's corrupting everything and annoying everyone.

* and about the distance between them at the end of s4, eleven distanced herself from everyone because she felt guilty about what happened not only from mike, mike told Will about that- he said that she has never lost a fight like that before, and she started to think that brenner was right that she wasn't ready, just bc mike respect her space doesn't mean that everything between them is done.

* besides, Will didn't "push" him to do it, if you interpret Mike's monologue as nothing serious because Will told him not to stop talking to her, then i feel bad for u, Mike was losing his mind because Eleven was literally dying in front of him and he couldn't do anything because he knew that she was actually somewhere far away in max's brain, we have many cases in st where characters stand "frozen" from fear, so don't tell me you're seeing this for the first time. Will just told him to keep doing what he was already doing and everything Mike told Eleven was sincere.

[rose-like-the-phoenix]

Some ISWM lead headcanons <3<3<3 enjoy

Burt

Is built like a brick wall

Uses he/they/star pronouns

Probably makes his own Inventions in star spare time

Doesn't get along super well with Celci but she'll go to him if something needs fixed before she'd ever go to Mark

Questions life too much

*insert existential poem here* "I just asked if you wanted coffee 😐"

Knows more than he says

Biromantic xenogender

Had experience with time loops before going to space

Worked their way through life

Took things apart as a kid "to see how it worked" (I did this lol XD)

Enjoys cuddling with his platonic partner

Gunther B. Gunnerson

Burt's platonic partner ❤️

Leans on burt a lot

Gives his partner all the cuddles in the multiverse

This mans is a he/moon bisexual

Loves the moon 🌙

Had never heard of neopronouns before burt told him about them and he got super excited when he found moon/moonself pronouns

Calls burt affectionate nicknames like "big guy" "bebe" "moonlight" "lovely" "cuddlebug" etc. Burt calls him "moonbeam" "starlight" "flower petal" anything poetic really

*checking burt out* "Your hotter then your reactor bebe"

Likes old western/sci-fi movies and detective/mystery books

Started a journal because burt has one but his is mostly just drawings of his favorite things (guns, burt, his crew, ADS drones etc)

*does some minor repair* Mark and Celci "since when do you know how to do that???" *gestures and gives heart eyes to burt* "I learned from the best"

Hopeless romantic

Will shot anyone/thing that trys to hurt moon partner

Mark

Can and will be a little bitch (affectionate) at any given chance

If you can't find him just have Chica track him down

Definitely has at least three plushies on his bed

Uses he/space pronouns

Celci "go jump off a cliff" Mark "gladly, provided the captain doses it first"

Gets jealous when the other leads get more attention from the captain than him

Yandere for the captain but tries not to take it too far

Was completely oblivious about Burt and Gunther's relationship until Gunther planted a kiss on Burt's cheek right in front of space, Celci and the captain

Fights with Celci cuz he sees her as space biggest competition for the captain's attention

Definitely wasn't raised in a stable home environment

Celci

Born and raised in Alaska, hence why she has a high cold tolerance

Likes green tea with honey

Oreos and milk are one of snow favorite snacks

Doesn't hold grudges but she finds the other leads generally aggravating most of the time

Usually in the know about almost everything going on in the ship at any given time

Sexually ambiguous

Took her a while to understand neopronouns but once she did cold started using she/snow/cold pronouns

May not get along with someone but will respect their pronouns

Has a blue and white snowflake shaped popit on cold desk

Enjoys thrillers/supernatural books and spy movies

Cried a little when the captain gave snow, Mark, Burt and Gunther pronoun pins 📌

Enter the wormhole to the small text!! @captainsaltypear kinda inspired this when we traded burt headcanons once so thank you 😊 but also sorry for tagging you twice in one day pear

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

May I have marriage hcs with Bosch? And possibly what having children with him would be like too? You can ignore the last part if you don't want to write about it 😅

man, this one was a doozy, and it took longer than i intended but i think i'm happy with the result. you may have gotten more than what you asked for this request.😅 this also takes place in an alternate ending from world tour. and a lot of the customs were shortened or else we would've been here all day.

You kinda had an idea what was happening when Bosch kept bugging you about your star sign.

Apparently, his people are big on astrology and he wanted to see if your star signs were compatible.

“Oh? And what if it wasn't” you teasingly said.

“Then I’d still marry you.”

He said that so nonchalantly that you got embarrassed for asking.

Any family you held close to you, blood-related or not, were invited to Nayshall for the wedding.

Yes, that meant the people in Buckler's too, like Luke, Kali, Javi, and Yi Cheng.

He would've had an earful from each of them if they weren't a part of it.

Speaking about family, Bosch would track your parents/guardian down for their blessings.

Bosch to his core is traditional and old school, so a lot of his methods can seem outdated.

But if you don’t have a family back home, he’ll ask Luke for his blessing, since he's the closest thing to an older brother to you.

He didn't have any shame when he was hounding them for it either.

But why would he be? He’s marrying you and Bosch doesn’t think that’s something to be embarrassed about.

No public purposals. He didn't want too much attention on the two of you when he proposed. But he tried to do it while you were both doing something you liked.

You two walked along the waterfront on the edge of the city, enjoying the orange hues that painted the scene.

Life up to this point was calm and peaceful. So it's only natural to want to take the next step in your relationship.

He got down on one knee and clasped both his hands around yours.

It’s a Western custom to purpose in this manner, but he knew you would’ve appreciated it if he did this.

Bosch had nothing but his words and a promise to love and cherish you forever. And that nothing will ever get between him and the life he wants with you in the future.

Overwhelmed with emotion, you threw your arms around Bosch and tackled him to the ground in a tight hug.

You excitedly said yes and peppered his face in kisses, making him laugh at your excitement.

The next step was arriving in Nayshall for the actual ceremony.

He took you to his home and helped you settle down.

Well, as much as you could before his side of the family bombarded you.

You were a bit nervous upon meeting them, but they proved to be warm and welcoming.

When he sees his aunts surrounding you and bathing you with attention he tells them to give you space.

Some of the older relatives greeted you by sticking out their tongues.

Should you do that too?

Your train of thought was interrupted by Bosch. "You don't have to stick out your tongue if you don't want to. It's just another way to show respect when greeting someone."

"How come you don't do it?" You asked.

"I used to, but I phased out of it. Plus, I imagine sticking out your tongue in Metro City is an invitation to get beat up."

"True."

You were also happy to see Yua again.

With excitement on her face, She jumped at you and gave you a big hug.

She exclaimed how happy she was when she heard that you and Bosch were getting married.

So much so, that she told almost everyone she knew.

You thanked her, but sheepishly said you didn't know much about Nayshalli customs. So she offered to help explain everything to you.

If you're stuck, don't hesitate to ask her!

Your friends from Bucklers also showed their support when they arrived at Bosch's home bearing gifts.

Kali played with the younger kids on the streets.

Yi Cheng conversed with Bosch's aunts about the food.

And Javi inquired about the Buddhist scriptures all over his home.

Apparently, he knew a lot because his dad was a monk.

Huh, the more you know.

And Luke was happy to just be there.

His students were getting married, and he thought that was a big enough reason to close the gym for a few days.

His aunts were also fawning over Luke, telling him how handsome he was and if he was single, much to Bosch's dismay.

Your friends and family were also given gifts like food and traditional clothing as an extension of the marriage.

They prepared food for you all to eat after a long day of traveling and games to bond over.

“Alright everyone, clear out.” One of his Uncles said.

“Oh no.” Bosch groaned.

“Huh? What’s happening?” You noticed everyone making their way towards the front of the house.

“Pulling the Groom's ear,” Yua explained. “It’s a farewell tradition that serves as a transition from your family to ours in the form of a mock battle.”

“So like a fight?” You said, following the group.

"Ooh! Let me have at it. I've been waiting for a rematch since our last encounter." Kali stood up, darting to the forming circle outside.

"Ah! Please don't be so rough. They're only allowed to shove and sing." Yua quickly said.

"It doesn't matter. Kali still hasn't learned most of the basics, so she won't be much of a threat either way." Bosch mused, stretching his arms to prepare himself in the middle of the circle with some of his relatives.

Now he’s just throwing fuel to the flame.

"We'll see about that, Lover boy. I've been practicing more with Master Kimberly lately, so I picked up some useful moves from her." Kali tied her jacket around her waist.

"We'll see."

Here we go, You thought as the groups readied themselves.

And true to their word, Bosch and Kali fought it out in the middle of the circle as the men in his family chanted and sang.

"Yua, what's the significance of this?" You asked.

"Oh! This is not meant to be a mean-spirited fight. But it's for our family to show that Bosch is worthy to have you in his care. And to do that, he has to stand his ground with some members of our family against yours. There are limits though, and we're not supposed to use excessive force to fight back." Yua explained as she glanced at the pair in the middle. "I can't say the same for your friend and Bosch though."

And to be fair, he’s mostly parrying Kali’s moves rather than fighting back.

They exchanged snarky remarks as they brawled, but he did seem to be enjoying himself more than he let on.

It's great to know they're now friends, considering how they first met.

After the 'fight', Bosch's party managed to ward off yours, garnering a few laughs and shouts from both sides.

But when Kali demanded a rematch, Luke had to calm her down.

By then, most people retired for the night and parted ways, telling you and Bosch they'll come back to help with the wedding planning.

You're glad that Yua and some of their family helped you with the rituals because there was so much you had to learn in a few days.

You were showered with gifts from the moment you stepped foot in his home and they even gave you a traditional Nayshalli wedding attire.

The fabric was soft to the touch, and the intricate patterns seemed to shimmer in the light.

“Wait, is this my outfit?” Your breath caught in your throat as you ran your fingers over the delicate embroidery.

“Yeah, it's a gift from my family.” Bosch said staring down at the colorful fabric in your hands. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, this is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me." Your heart swelled with gratitude at the thoughtful gesture.

You hoped to thank them all in person.

When the Wedding finally came, you were awoken by Yua and other family members to help prepare for the big day.

Her nimble fingers carefully fastened the intricate buttons of the Chuba, while their aunts helped put on your jewelry.

As they worked, the room was filled with chatter as they shared stories and memories of their own weddings.

And when you saw Bosch again, he was also donning his Wedding attire as he sat on top of a horse with a group of horsemen in tow.

His Chuba matched yours down to the stitching and he wore jewelry made of amber, silver, and turquoise.

He looked beautiful.

Bosch knew you were staring at him when he arrived but he couldn’t blame you, because he was doing the same thing.

The mare he rode was decorated with colors and flowers that matched the elements of your zodiac sign.

He extended his hand, inviting you to join him for the journey to the wedding ceremony.

With a graceful movement, you accepted Bosch's hand and mounted the horse behind him.

As you marched to the hall with the group, led by a Lama, they started to sing melodies and chant for the union of the two families.

And when you arrived, you noticed the gate to the hall was covered in flowers and silk cloth.

Bosch helped you dismount and guided you to step on the embroidered cloth leading up to the entrance.

On top of the fabric were kernels shaped into Buddhist symbols.

It's culturally significant for you to step on the kernels, a gesture welcoming prosperity and fortune into a marital union.

At the end of the path, there was a Chemar. This traditional Tibetan offering consisted of tsampa and butter, which symbolized prosperity and abundance during the Tibetan New Year.

So before you went in, you would have to throw a small amount of flour and melted butter into the air as an offering to their god. Then you had a right to go into the hall.

You and Bosch exchanged ceremonial scarves, which are known as a Khata. Afterwards, you prostrated yourself at the family altar and offered your scarves to them before sitting down at the table on the stage.

Incorporating these rituals into marriage ceremonies helps maintain the cultural identity and tradition of Nayshall.

Following prayers, a ceremonial tea offering takes place symbolizing gratitude and respect.

You poured tea for your families, expressing your appreciation for their love and support.

Unlike other marriage customs, their custom is more a family marriage than an individual one.

So the seating arrangement would be Yua, Bosch, You, and your direct family members/friends sitting next to you.

One by one, you were showered with gifts from both sides. They were wrapped in Khatas before they were presented to your party. Then the individual would then unwrap them and place the scarf on your shoulders.

Or to anyone that the gift was intended for.

You thank them all as they place the Khatas on your shoulders and give you their blessings.

For the most part, people gave you money in envelopes. With special exceptions:

Kali gave you chocolate.

Yi Cheng gave Bosch Star anise.

And Javi gave both of you sleeping masks.

You should've known Coach was going to give an outlandish gift.

That's your fault for assuming otherwise.

But you still didn't expect him to give you travel weights.

And what's funnier, is that he presented it to the two of you like it was nothing.

But all you could think was, How did he sneak that through TSA?

Bosch chuckled when he saw it and accepted the weight like it was any other gift.

After everyone presented their items, it was time for the entertainment.

Yua and her friends prepared a traditional dance using colorful scarves to perform at the ceremony.

Bosch couldn't help but smile as he watched Yua twirl and spin, her steps echoing through the room as she danced with an infectious energy.

Finally, it concluded with the 'Petal Lama,' a blessing bestowed by a spiritual leader.

With gentle words and sacred rituals, the Lama offered blessings for a long and happy marriage, filled with love, joy, and prosperity.

After the ceremony, you and Bosch moved through the bustling crowd at the wedding reception. The sound of laughter and chatter mingled with the aroma of delicious food created a lively atmosphere.

Elders sat huddled together at tables as they engaged in card games. Their hands moved deftly across the table as they plotted their next moves.

Meanwhile, other guests mingled throughout the room, their plates piled high with steaming bowls of noodles, momos, and stir-fried vegetables. The aroma of spices and herbs filled the air, tantalizing your senses as you moved through the crowd.

Later, you two changed into more 'modern' clothing to do a Western take on what a wedding was.

So that means, cake cutting and a first dance would make an appearance later in the night.

That's also when you two would exchange vows and give each other your rings.

You and Bosch checked in with every group to make sure everything was running smoothly.

His uncle said something in Nayshalli which made Bosch bite back embarrassingly.

"What did he say?"

"Nothing. Keep walking" He nudged you away.

"He said, ‘I’m glad you’re able to find a lifelong partner, I was worried you would never settle down to-" Yua was interrupted when Bosch put his hand over her mouth.

"Yua, that’s enough."

It was so absurd that you laughed at the interaction between the siblings.

As the party raved through the night, you had a lingering feeling that someone was watching you.

Scanning the room, your eyes stopped on a familiar face.

Kalima.

You knew you would see her again, especially after all the commotion about the wedding.

When your eyes met, she walked to the secluded balcony outside the hall.

Did she want you to follow her?

You excused yourself from the table and made your way outside.

She was overlooking the view over the town as the sun began to set.

“Congrats on the Wedding. I hope you and Bosch live a prosperous life from here on out.” She raised her glass, still not looking at you with her eyes glued to the town below. It sounded like she didn’t care.

“Kalima, we haven’t really talked since the Suval’hal tournament.” You joined her near the ledge.

“Yeah, for a good reason too. JP has been hounding Mt. Vashall for the last couple of months. Any longer and we may have to relocate somewhere else.” She placed her glass down.

“But you and Bosch-”

“No. Just me.” Kalima cut you off.

“What do you mean?” You said confused.

“Bosch is no longer part of the Resistance.”

“…what?”

“You heard me. He severed his ties with us the night you two arrived.” She turned to you.

No. That's not right. Bosch?

The guy who was willing to get blown to bits for his country? The guy who hates JP with a burning passion? That Bosch?

No way he would just up and leave the Resistance like that.

“Why? Especially after everything that’s happened?” You asked.

She’s lying to you, she has to be.

“Who knows? He has his reasons, we have ours. So while you and Bosch are chumming each other up in Metro City, we’ll still be here holding it down in Nayshall. So let me offer you some words of advice, don’t come back to Nayshall if you know what’s good for you.” Kalima grabbed her glass and downed the rest of its contents.

"Welcome to the family." She said, taking her leave.

“Wait, but I still have more questions.” You stood in front of her.

“Then ask your husband, because I don’t feel like entertaining this conversation any longer.” She snapped, pushing past you and disappearing into the masses.

You don't know how to feel. But it didn't help that she dropped this on you during your wedding. Were you responsible for his decision to sever ties with his family back home?

No that can't be it, right?

The amount of thoughts flooding your mind gave you a migraine, so you buried your face in your arms on the stone ledge.

This is your wedding, you're supposed to be enjoying this moment with your friends and family, but here you are, burdened over your now-husband's stance with the Resistance.

Of course, you’re happy that he’s not jumping into dangerous situations anymore, but he loves Nayshall more than anyone you knew.

And to abandon something that’s always been a major part of his identity is as shocking for you to hear as the next person.

And what did she mean don’t come back?

Maybe you were more hung up on this because he didn't bother to say anything to you and left you wandering in the dark.

You were so absorbed in your thoughts, that you almost didn't hear the click of the door opening behind you.

Maybe Kalima came back to give you another round of verbal lashings since the first one hadn’t fully set in yet.

"Kalima, please. Not right now." You mumbled through your still-buried face.

"So Kalima did talk to you. I knew she would sooner or later."

"Bosch!" You turned around.

"I was wondering where you ran off to." He gave you a small smile. "But if I known you were talking to Kalima, I would've jumped in."

"But is it true?" You said.

"What? That I denounced my position in the Resistance? Yeah, it's true." He replied, tucking his hands in his ceremonial robes from the chill of the air.

"But why? You wanted nothing more than the independence of Nayshall and freedom from NGOs. You loved this place, what happened?"

"I still do. But there were people I loved more." He said, seeing your guilt, "Look, after everything that happened in the Suval'hal tournament, I had to step back. JP's connections to Nayshall ran deeper than me and the Resistance. So that meant he must’ve known Yua was related to me. There's no other reason that I could think of that he would've given her the Championship belt if he didn't. It's not safe for her to stay in Nayshall anymore if JP knows she’s affiliated with the Resistance in any way. That’s why I left.”

"What about the rest of your family? You're just gonna leave them here?" You gestured at the crowd in the distance.

Bosch's expression softened. "I would never abandon my family," his voice filled with sincerity. "But right now, I need to focus on keeping Yua safe."

"And what about everyone else?" You asked.

"That's why Kalima's here, She's still overseeing the Resistance and keeping an eye on the community. If anything happens, she'll let me know."

"And what if something does happen when you're in Metro City?" you pressed.

"Then I'll come back." Bosch replied without hesitation.

"If you had all this planned out, How come you never told me anything?"

"Because it wouldn't have changed anything. Regardless of what you had to say, I still would’ve left Nayshall with Yua.”

"I don't mind the decisions you make, but I don't like it when you keep me in the dark about things. I hope you know you have a track record of doing this."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I'll do my best to be more open with you, no matter how difficult it is." Bosch gently pulled you against him, holding you close.

"Come on, we still have a wedding to attend." Bosch said, rubbing circles on your back.

You hummed, finding comfort in his arms.

The rest of the wedding continued as usual but with a certain sadness overcoming your senses.

When the night came to an end, some stayed behind to help clean the hall and give you and Bosch one last farewell before they left for the night.

You felt like you hadn’t eaten all day, maybe because you and Bosch were too busy with managing everything.

But you knew it was because of your conversation with Kalima.

And you didn't have the urge to stomach anything else.

You tried to sleep it off, wanting the day to be over but Bosch woke up to your stomach growling.

He asked if you had eaten anything today, which you sheepishly said you hadn’t.

He groaned getting out of bed to put his garments on.

“Where are you going?”

“We are going to Tsanpa-La’s shop to get something to eat since he’s the only one still open this late.”

“But I’m so tired” you mumbled, letting him drag you out of bed.

"I know, I know. Come on." He said bringing over your shoes.

As you both approached Tsanpa's stand in Central Bazaar, his face lit up with joy as he spotted you two in the distance.“Hey, it’s the Newlyweds!”

"Hey Tsampa, How have you been?" You said yawning through your sleepiness.

"Good, but business has been slow. So it's nice to see some customers every now and then." He sat you two down at the nearby picnic table.

"What would you two like today? Tandoori chicken? Lentil pottage? Butter Tea?"

“I’m all Butter tea’d out, so none for me.” You can hear your stomach churning at the sound of it.

“Just Chicken curry and potato stir fry for today,” Bosch said plopping down on his seat.

“Oh, and Meatballs in tomato sauce, please.” You chimed in, making Tsanpa laugh.

“Of course, coming right up. And don't worry about it, It’s on the house tonight.” He said stopping Bosch from pulling out his wallet. "Think of it as a wedding gift from me to you."

"Thank you, Tsanpa-La." Bosch said.

When the food was placed in front of you, you both dug in, savoring the warmth of the food against the chill of the night.

Bosch can tell you’re still not feeling the best after today’s events.

"Stop looking like a kicked dog, It’s not your fault about what happened between me and Kalima." Bosch said, shoving a spoonful of rice in his mouth.

"I know, but I still can't help but feel a bit responsible." You played with the potatoes on your plate. "Do you think things would have turned out differently if I hadn't talked to her?"

“Maybe, but there’s no point in thinking what could’ve been if it’s never going to happen. But I’ll tell you now, no one will ever hurt you or Yua again. Not Kalima, not JP, no one.” He said.

You cracked a small smile at his words. “Thanks, Bosch.”

After conversing with him, you invited Tsanpa to sit with you as the crowd in the market slowly dispersed.

Tsanpa recalled some stories of Bosch in his youth to you as you two munched down on some curry.

Bosch hid his face in his hands as the more embarrassing ones came up.

Okay, maybe he was a sneaky kid, but Tsanpa didn't need to remember it in more detail than Bosch did.

He peeked at your reaction through his fingers and saw you laughing at his stories.

At least you're feeling better now.

He knew Kalima got in your head since your encounter with her at the monastery.

And whenever he checked in on you, you seemed out of it, hardly responding to him throughout the night.

So he's glad this late-night run was able to put you in a better mood.

Bosch did get a little flustered at Tsanpa's own version of events when he was a troubled teen.

But seeing you revert back to your old self, made it worth the embarrassment he's feeling.

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Staying by his Side

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Characters: Johnny Depp x Reader

Summary: You support Johnny while going through the difficult times of the trial. As time goes by, you feel him drifting more and more away from you. You get to breaking point and confront him, only for him to show a side you never saw before.

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut

I looked at myself in the mirror as I fiddled with putting on my earrings which I got for a birthday gift. I could sense someone's eyes on me and turned around to see Johnny in the doorway of our bedroom, fixing the cuffs of his suit.

"How do I look?" Johnny sighed walking towards me.

I rarely ever saw him nervous. He was usually the relaxed one in the relationship but this trial showed me a different side of him. A side I felt sorry for. He was everything he usually wasn't. He was anxious, fearful, worried and doubtful.

"Handsome as always" I gave a reassuring smile straightening his tie and brushing off some loose lint on his shoulders.

He gave me a small smile and brought his attention to my ears, instantly noticing them.

"I wish we had a better reason to wear these" Johnny reached up brushing his finger lightly across the pearls.

"Would you help me with this?" I asked, wanting to change the subject. I leaned over to get a simple silver necklace on my dresser and handed it to Johnny.

I turned around and lifted my hair to give better access to my neck. I felt the cold chain touch my neck as he put it around me and played with the latch.

"Thank you" I said quietly feeling the silence in the room.

I knew Johnny had a lot on his mind. I could see him sinking into thought as we got closer to the court date. I really could only see a shell of a man compared to when we first met 15 years ago.

"Johnny, everything will turn out okay" I brought my hand up to his face caressing it.

"The coming weeks are going to be hard but you have me, your family, friends and fans all behind you" I continued wanting to support him any way I could.

"You're right, it won't last forever" He broke into a smile.

I know deep inside me though, the smile was more for me than it was for him.

I reached up and gave him a kiss before one of his assistants knocked on the door and informed us that it was time to make our way to the courthouse.

I looked into his eyes and we both took a deep breath and made our way out of the room to face the start of a long battle.

As the days went by, I felt Johnny wasn't present when we would come back home from a long day. He was drained emotionally and mentally from reliving a lot of the unpleasant memories when it came to his ex.

We would come home, have dinner mostly in silence and then he would disappear until late hours of the night. I wanted to respect his space and give time to himself. But apart of me felt completely disconnected from him. I missed him. Even though he would be right beside me, mentally he wasn't. I felt selfish feeling the way I did. I had no right to think this way especially at this present moment. So I kept my feelings to myself.

My mind would wander to the night everything changed. I had a small dinner to celebrate my birthday at my place. Being surrounded with all my closest friends made the night perfect for me. Johnny being one of them, came bearing a gift and gave me a big hug like usual wishing my a happy birthday. We all sat around the table enjoying delicious food and making sure no glass turned empty. We laughed and reminisced of fun old memories. I looked over at Johnny greatful that he could make it.

"I'm so glad you're here" I beamed leaning over to him so he could hear me over all the loud chatter.

"You know I wouldn't miss it for the world" He grinned

As the night went on, people said their goodbyes and went home. I closed the front door and came back into the room to only see Johnny left who started stacking the plates and clearing the food from them.

"Oh Johnny don't worry about them. I'll deal with them later" I chuckled seeing how truly sweet he was.

"I'm not leaving you with this. I want to help" He looked up at me and smiled.

We both started clearing the table and bringing everything back into the kitchen. I rinsed the dishes and he placed them in the packed dishwasher.

"I hope you had a good night?" Johnny asked while I handed him the last of the glasses.

"I really did. It meant a lot to me that you could make it" I looked over at him drying my hands on a towel.

"Over the years, you've never missed one of mine and I intent to do the same" He leant against the kitchen counter across from me.

We looked at each other not saying anything. I noticed he was wearing a waistcoat with a navy shirt. His sleeves were rolled up making his tattoos visible.

"I never notice how many tattoos you had" I said leaning over to take a closer look.

He brought his arm closer to me turning it slowly to show me all of them.

"I've gotten so used to them, I don't even pay attention to them anymore" Johnny glanced up at me.

"You don't have any?" He asked bringing the focus on to me.

I blushed instantly knowing what I was going to have to show him.

"I do" I embarrassedly smiled

"I didn't think you would" Johnny smirked raising his eyebrows.

"I was 19, drunk and it was spontaneous" I chuckled turning around and dropping my cardigan off my shoulders to allow him to see a small snake running down the middle of my back.

I could feel his fingers brushed along my skin as he moved my hair to the side. I felt goosebumps raise along my arm from the surprised contact.

"It suits you" I could sense him smiling flirtatiously

I turned around to come to the realization of how close we were. I didn't want to pull away. So I stayed and looked up to see his eyes meet mine.

Johnny and I had always been close. There was moments I thought we could get together but the timing was never right. One of us would be busy with work or would be in relationship. We were always supportive of each other. I had a baby crush on him but I tried to not get in the way of our friendship. I wouldn't have thought he would feel the same way about me.

Up until this very point.

He took my hands into his and brushed his thumbs along my knuckles making me feel instantly at ease.

"You look beautiful tonight" Johnny commented softly his eyes never leaving mine.

I felt myself turning red and glanced away in shyness. Every cell in my body wanted to lean up and kiss him but something was holding me back. I brought my eyes back to his to see him looking at my lips but bringing his eyes back to mine.

I sensed him lean in slowly to me. Before I knew it, I felt his soft lips press against mine. My hand instantly went to his neck feeling the heat come off his skin. His hands went to my hair, tucking it behind my ear. My body felt electric, I felt my face melt into his other hand as he rest it on my jaw.

Even after 4 years, thinking back on that memory, it still stay fresh in my mind.

I woke up at 3am to not feeling a sleeping body next to me. I got up groggily and aimlessly found my dressing gown in the dark, I threw it around me and made my way out of the room. I walked down the hallway to see a dim light coming from the kitchen. I slowly pushed the ajar door further not wanting to startle Johnny. I peeped my head around to see him smoking a cigarette over the kitchen sink blowing the smoke out the open window.

"Can't sleep?" I asked bundling my dressing gown around me and making my way to him.

He glance over taking one last inhale before throwing the end of his cigarette out the window.

"I don't even know what that is anymore" He laughed quietly to himself walking towards me.

He looked down at me wrapping his arms around my waist. I rested my head against his chest closing my eyes and remembering all the happy memories that we made in this very kitchen. The delicious meals and midnight feasts we dug into.

"Come on love, let's try.. What is it called again?" Sleep?" Johnny chuckled.

"Very funny" I smiled securing his hand in mine and leading him out of the kitchen.

The days turned into weeks and suddenly a whole month has gone by in a blink of an eye. Johnny and I had gotten to a point where, to me, it felt like we were living in two different worlds at times.

I would try my best to make his favourite dinners. I would suggest we watch classic movies that he enjoyed to take his mind off things. I even went to buy some of his food that he loves. He would comment on it and try to show some type of appreciation but I knew he just didn't have any interest.

He spend his days in court or in meetings with his legal team. He come home and rarely did we even eat together anymore. He would close his office door and that would be that.

I would knock on his office door hoping he would open it and let me in so we could spend some quality time. But most of the time, he would give me an excuse or explain how busy he was.

I had gotten to the point of cracking. I fell in love with someone who enjoy spending their time with me. Someone who wanted to be in a relationship with me. But it felt that Johnny just was too busy or just didn't care about me like he used to. Some nights while eating dinner alone, I would start crying feeling the emptiness of the house and loneliness consume me completely. I would pull myself together and carry on before Johnny would even notice.

As the court days flickered by, we were coming near the end and tensions were building. The jury was going to give their decision and see how it would be settled.

It was coming to the end, the final week of the trial, tomorrow would be the last day. I heard constant mumbling from outside Johnny's office as I walked past making my way to the kitchen. I went over to the oven and opened the door to check on tonight's dinner. To see it nearly ready, I set the table for myself and decided that maybe tonight Johnny would actually want to have dinner with me. I carefully set his side in hope. I heard the office door opening and the sound of voices getting clearer as everyone made there way out of the room. I peered around the corner to see them making their way to the front door and Johnny saying goodbye.

He turned around and saw me, giving me a weak smile before waving them off and closing the front door behind them.

"I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight?" I asked.

"It's nearly ready" I added smiling in anticipation.

"Yeah, I will. It smells great" He nodded coming towards me

"Great" I said a little too enthusiastically.

I gestured for him to sit at the set table and starting prepping dinner on to plates. I handed him his plate as he poured two glasses of wine.

We both settled into our dinners with only the sound of cutlery hitting the dishes.

"So how do you feel now that it's nearly over?" I asked taking a sip of my wine.

"Some relief knowing we are near the end. At this point, whatever happens, happens" Johnny said popping some mash potato into his mouth.

I looked down at my plate and suddenly lost all appetite. I felt a lump build up in my throat.

"Is everything okay?" Johnny asked concerned as I continued to look down.

I kept looking at my plate knowing that if I met his eye line, I would start crying. I have gotten to a point where even having dinner with him felt like he was a stranger to me. I felt completely depressed coming to that realization and my stomach was heavy.

I could feel Johnny's stare follow as I left the room. But I didn't care what he thought. I was too overwhelmed with emotion to even consider his feelings at this moment. He trailed behind me as I reached for the tissue box on the counter.

"Excuse me" I mumble trying to hold myself together before dropping my cutlery and getting up, making my way to the kitchen.

I brought the tissue up to my face to stop the tears falling down my cheeks. I clench my jaw to try and stop myself from completely breaking down.

"Y/n" Johnny uttered worryingly taking a few step towards me with open arms.

I put my hand up to stop him from coming any closer. I looked up at him to see his face covered in confusion and concern.

"What's wrong?" He furrowed his brows together.

There was silence for a couple of moments. I need to be able to control my emotion.

"Are you really that oblivious?" I remarked playing with the damp tissue in my hand.

I looked over to see Johnny taken aback.

"I-I know we've been distant the last few weeks but..." Johnny stuttered pushing his hair out of his face.

"Distant is one way to put it" I mumbled pressing my lip together.

"Why do you say that?" He questioned.

I took a deep breath knowing that everything that has been building up the last few weeks would be dished out right now. All my emotions that built up, the pain and loneliness.

"Johnny do you even love me anymore?" I asked sharply looking over at him.

His eyebrows shot up in disbelief and I heard him take in a deep inhale. His warm brown eyes were now filled with sorrowfulness. He searched my face while trying to find words.

"For the past month, I have never felt so alone in a relationship. I knew it was going to be hard. But we've always been there for each other even as friends over the years." I expressed crossing my arms.

Johnny stood there in what looked like complete shock.

"Y/n, I'm sor-"

"You're telling me you had no idea?" I interrupted looking at him coldly.

"I tried to support you in every way possible. I would make your favourite dinners, give you massages, stayed up with you all hours in the night to help you with documents." I stated my voice unwavered.

"You know how hard it is to hear about your partner and his ex's sex life? For the whole world to hear your sexting conversations ?" My voice started to break as I raised it. I could not hold back all the emotion that I had pushed down for so long.

Johnny dropped his head down what looked like in shame. Tears rolled down my face again wiping them away with the disintegrating tissue in my hands.

"I love you so much. I give you everything I could to support you. But I can only give so much before I'm left with nothing." I wept.

My head started pounding and I had finally cracked and flooded the room with my sadness. We both stay silence for awhile. Both of us gathering our thoughts.

"I was going to do this when this whole court situation was over with" Johnny muttered.

"What?" I looked confusingly at him not understanding what he was talking about.

He reached his hand out and I looked up at him. I hesitantly took it and he leaned me out of the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" I asked not understanding what was happening.

We stopped outside his office door and he turned to me.

"You don't understand how sorry I am to ever make you think that I don't love you." Johnny apologized taking both of his hands in mine.

"Looking back, I realised how cold I've acted towards you" He continued.

His eyes would flicker between both of mine. His voice was quiet and soft. I felt his thumbs brush the back of my knuckles like he always does when I need comfort.

"Johnn-"

"No, I need to say this" He cut across me.

"We've been friends for a long time and you always been there for me. Since then, I've fallen madly in love with you. To ever think, I've hurt you in any way makes my heart ache. I've wanted to show how much you mean to me for awhile and I struggled. But something came to my mind and I've been completely engrossed in it. I hope you'll forgive me" Johnny expressed apologetically.

He let go of one of my hands and turned the handle of the door. We walked into his office to see it in an untidy state; documents, files and stacks of paper everywhere.

We weave through the mess until we got to a door at the back of this room which I always assumed was a closet of some sort.

"I hope this explains it" He glanced at me nervously before opening the door.

He opens the door and instantly colour pops out. The walls are covered in sketching and painting in every size and colour. My eyes were overwhelmed visually not being to focus on thing before moving on to the next. I took a few steps and notice the room wasn't big but it was cluttered with paints, inks, varnishes, sketchbooks. Multiple canvas were stack against the walls of his artwork of all different styles. There was a desk but it was covered in papers and paintbrushes, it was a complete mess.

"Oh my god" I mumbled to myself.

The walls were covered in candid photographs of random people on the street. Some were crossing a street, eating ice cream and other random things. They were beautiful and made them special moments.

"Did you take these?" I asked looking over at him with my mouth open from shock.

Johnny stood in the door way still, with his hands behind his back. He looked like a little kid who was shy about showing his schoolwork.

"Y-yeah I did" He nodded giving a small smile.

I turned back around continued to making my way around the room. I grinned instantly seeing photos of me that I didn't realise he had taken. Photos of me cooking, cleaning and even sleeping. The photo had me laying on my stomach with my arms under the pillow hugging it. I looked peaceful and completely unconscious. I felt him come up behind me leaning over resting his head over my shoulder.

"You look so beautiful sleeping. I never get tired looking at you" He smiled affectionately at me.

I brought my hand up and caressed his face resting my head against his.

The more I looked the more photos I found of me. There had to be hundreds of me doing the most mundane activities. I was overwhelmed with how much he loved taken photos of me. I wondered how I was this oblivious to my surroundings.

"How did you take so many photos of me being completely clueless?" I quizzed feeling embarrassed.

"It was hard at the beginning but I would notice when you would go into your little world and day dream and if I was quiet enough you wouldn't even look up" Johnny explained.

In most of the photos, I was smiling mindlessly. It really did show that I was happy in life with Johnny before this whole court thing happened.

I finally turned to face the door way when I noticed a canvas sticking out behind the door sitting in a easel. I pulled the door away to reveal the true size of it and notice that it was me. It was a painting of me reading in the sun. I brought my hand up to my face completely taken back on what I was seeing.

"Johnny" I gasped

I could hear Johnny chuckle lightly behind me. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my head.

"You always are so hard on yourself. I wanted to create something that even you could see how beautiful you are." Johnny grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

I had no words. I was completely in shock and I couldn't stop looking at the painting. He put so much detail into it. My sunhat that I wore was exactly the same. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I couldn't believe he did this for me. After everything I said earlier I felt terrible.

"All this time you were working on this?" I asked still in awe.

"Mhmm" He hummed

I continued to stare at it not being able to take my eyes away from it. I turned to face Johnny not knowing what to say. I was entirely caught off guard.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" I gestured at the room

He took a deep inhale and picked up a paintbrush absentmindedly, messing with the hairs of it. He scrunched his mouth up to one side as his mind wandered.

"Um.." He begun, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

"Well, many people don't know this side of me. It's my safe place where I know I can come here and let my guard down completely" He continued to looked down at the paint brush.

"After everything we've been through, you deserve to see this side of me"

I felt horrible for everything I said. I should have just been open with him the whole time. We would have avoided this whole mess altogether.

I immediately went over to hug him feeling the weight of all the words I said earlier. I was ashamed to ever doubt Johnny. Especially in this period of time where he needs all the support he can get.

"I'm so sorry" I uttered regrettably.

"No, no love" I felt his arms engulf me

"This isn't your fault. It was stupid and selfish of me to just pull away from you all this time"

We stood there holding each other. I realised how much I missed him touching me and being so close to me.

I felt his finger graze the skin on my hip that was just under the hem of my shirt. My skin was sensitive to his delicate touch. After so much distance between us, my body felt at home in his arms.

"How about we make our usual midnight snack?" Johnny offered

I instantly beamed knowing I've missed us, just being us after so long.

"I would love that"

We made our way to the kitchen and we gathered all our usual comfort food such as ice cream, chips, peanut butter, whipped cream and cookies. I sat on the kitchen counter while Johnny stood between my legs and we fed each other like usual.

I fed him a cookie while he picked up the can of whipped cream and squirted some in this mouth with the cookie. I couldn't stop myself from laughing seeing his facial hair covering in splotches of cream.

"Mhmm?" Johnny grinned with a full mouth gesturing at the whip cream can in his hand wanting to offer me some.

I nodded while giggling. I opened my mouth wide and watch as he carefully aimed the cream into my mouth. The cream started building up fast to the point where I was shake my head telling him to stop.

I glanced over to see a cheeky smile on his face as he continued to squeeze the can. I pulled away and push his hand aside to have cream fly all over us as we laughed uncontrollable. Johnny put down the can and we looked at each other. Cream was everywhere, in our hair clothes and faces.

I got my finger and wiped some off his cheek popping the light fluffy substance in my mouth.

"I think you missed a spot" Johnny laughed glancing all around us to the mess.

He leaned in licking the cream off my face moving his way down my neck. Feeling his lips pressed against me made squeeze my thighs together involuntarily. A quiet moan escaped from my mouth as I felt his hot breath spread across my skin.

"I've missed you so much" I breathed feeling his hands travel up my thighs.

"I missed you too baby"

"Seeing you in your little suit for court makes my mind go places" Johnny hummed leaning into my ear.

"What places?"

I bring my hand down to his chest and wrapping my legs around his waist bringing him closer to me.

"Let's just say I've been distracted in court imagining all the ways I could take you while leaving everything on" He teased kissing my lips gently.

I felt his harden crotch against mine. I wiggles my hips wanting to tease him. His eyes were filled with irresistible desire. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.

Our lips pressed together eagerly and I felt him deepen the kiss. His tongue moved against mine. I brought my hands to his shirt and fumbled with the buttons impatiently wanting to feel his skin against mine.

He grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and we broke our kiss for a moment while he pulled it over my head, throwing it on the kitchen floor.

"I've missed this body so much" Johnny held my waist kissing all the way from shoulders to the top of my breasts.

I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of his soft hands on my back. His warm lips pressing against sensitive spots on my body.

I opened my eyes to the sounds of objects hitting the floor. I looked over to see Johnny pushing the snacks off the kitchen counter.

"We can deal with that later" Johnny smirked

I laid my back across the cold marble countertop feeling goosebumps travel along my skin. Johnny kissed down my stomach 'til he got to my jeans where he undid the fastener and pulled them down. I raised my hips wanting them off me as fast as possible.

I gazed down to see him kissing my upper thighs making his way slowly to my underwear. My core was pulsing. My hands went to his hair.

"Please Johnny, you're killing me here" I whined easing my hips up trying to get him closer.

"Mhmm, what do you want love?" He teased pulling away slightly from my covered pussy.

"I want you to eat my out Johnny" I whimpered

"I think someone needs to say please" He looked up with his deep brown sexy eyes.

"Please, can you eat me out?" I was begging at this point.

"With pleasure" Johnny purred with his soft velvet voice.

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NCT 127: How they would be as coworkers in a shitty office

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❁ [Taeil] King of the welcome wagon; If it was your first day working in a small dinky business, Taeil will make it his sole responsibility to make the environment as inviting as possible. After all, the business wasn't some glamorous well known company, nor was it an exciting new start up, so Taeil made it his mission to paint the office as pretty as he could before you could decide if the job was too boring to keep. If you ask any of his co-workers they'll tell you nobody put him in charge of welcoming the newbie, but it seemed everybody but you noticed him do a double take at the receptionist's desk where you waited to be shown around. Soft moments included him making you a coffee every time he left to make his own, making a point of clearing a little space in the communal fridge for your lunch and hanging around while trying to maintain a respectful distance in case you had any queries so he could be the first to answer them. If you were low-key dreading your first day, you kinda forget about the nerves quickly because of his kindness and tells you cheerfully "See, we don't bite." Will make sure you have everything you need, down to the last sticky note and ball point pen, and smiles bashfully at you when you go to thank him.

❁ [Johnny] cheesy office romance; It was quite impressive really, the fact that Johnny managed to unlock every single office romance cliche you could think of and he wasn't subtle about it either. Though there was no policy really about dating co-workers, the whole situation was a tiny bit embarrassing given the blatant flirting from the titan walking around in his shirt and tie, always throwing devilish smiles from over the photocopier. Even if his desk was miles away from yours, there would always be an excuse to stroll by your work space to drop off some paperwork personally, or remind you of the meeting happening in the afternoon despite the email reminder going around. Johnny really put his bladder through it since he now took too frequent trips to the water cooler that was so conveniently placed next to your desk. The whole office gagged when you finally agreed to go for drinks after work. The hours were spent buying each other pints and admiring him with his tie loosened and shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing the delicate tattoos that decorated the skin there before calling it a night and letting him kiss you on your porch after walking you home. You kind of became the height of office gossip, which Johnny thrived in, but you couldn't really be mad when you were dating that tall glass of water after all.

❁ [Taeyong] The receptionist with first aid training; Stapling your finger was embarrassing enough, imagine the heat flooding your cheeks when the receptionist appears at your desk clutching the first aid kit, big kind eyes glancing at your finger empathetically. Taeyong was the first face you saw when you walked through the door, that alone making a wonderful first impression, also he was a very diligent worker. He never made a fuss when you asked him to fax something, make a memo or photocopy, and when you had to ring the office because you left your keycard and needed to be let in, he laughed that off with you too while assuring that it happened all the time. On the blasted day you aimed the stapler at your paper but instead caught your finger, Taeyong was the first to perk from behind his desk at your exclamation of "Ow!" and was by your side before you knew it. He apologised profusely at the sting of an anti-bacterial wipe and wrapped your finger gingerly in a plaster, his chair scooted towards you and your knees bumping occasionally. You were pretty sure every female in the office was crushing on him and you were one of many, but you couldn't help the blush when you received a private IM chat asking if you wanted to get coffee after work: "Date? :)" he wrote at the end of the message. You wasted no time typing on your computer a reply, sneaking a glance at his face from behind the desk and exchanging a smile before looking busy once again.

❁ [Yuta] The guy that lowkey terrified you; Yuta was the co-worker that, whether it was on purpose or not, pushed you away with sheer intimidation and sinfully good looks. When you first encountered him in the office you were sure he was a model undercover, and when that was debunked you were sure he must have had a much higher level and higher paying job than you. His presence read corporate, the cologne you sometimes caught a whiff of smelt expensive and you could easily picture him in a big leather chair in a tall glass building barking orders at people. What surprised you was behind the intimidating aura, lay the humility of any of your other co-workers. All it took was one painfully awkward conversation in the break room and with the power of pointless small talk you learnt that his weekend plans didn't involve a modelling side hustle like you expected, but rather being a homebody, watching animated movies and cooking dinner for one instead. When you did finally enter an established relationship with him, expect impulsive moments like being tugged into the copier room so he can press his lips to yours and run his hands through your hair, or intense staring contests when other male co-workers demanded your attention. Overall, he was terrifying, but his redeemable qualities involved making dates after work so you had something to look forward to, buying your favourite cake during office parties and volunteering to do overtime with you so you would always be entertained.

❁ [Doyoung] The manager that scares you shitless; For the position of local branch manager, Doyoung exuded way more power and intimidation than what was probably warranted. Maybe that was why he managed to get the branch performing so well, everybody dreaded being called into his office for "friendly chitchat" after making a small mistake. When you first arrived, you steered as clear from him as possible, only venturing near his office when absolutely needed. What you didn't see was the way he would watch you intently in your little office nook, always appreciating how hard you worked and how cute you looked in your office get-up. You often squirmed at the amount of eye-contact he gave you when he ran meetings and you would glance around to see if anyone else was experiencing the same thing. Nope, just you. When he did call you into his office that one time you were quaking in your shoes. You had already convinced yourself you were fired before you had even reached his office door, but the feeling was replaced soon enough with confusion when he did eventually speak to you. "I just wanted to ask... would you be interested in.... this corporate training program?" He rushed. My god, your boss was just as awkward as the next bumbling guy. It would be a while before he asked you on an official date, dinner for two, also quite a bit of paperwork to fill out with HR, but you would come to realise his icy exterior wasn't all that icy when he wasn't in work-mode.

❁ [Jaehyun] The temp that never left; Jaehyun was fresh from university, now venturing into the world of work but still had the boyish aura that set him apart from the rest of the men in the office. From the way he spoke to you over lunch in the break room you could tell he was full of ambition, but also didn't seem to be in any rush to leave this job any time soon. Jaehyun was the guy who you initially tried not to get too close to, since you were under the impression that he would be leaving after completing the temporary placement and when he left it would hurt like a bitch. However, you could have sworn his placement ended like a month ago, but eventually you learnt that he somehow managed to talk himself into a full-time position. "Oh that, yeah, I guess I just realised I had more reasons to stay." He shrugged as casually as he could when you asked about it. You couldn't deny that you were happy, not when you saw his smiling face in the conference room saving you a seat, hearing his outrageous stories from uni and always being the two to get a little too drunk at corporate parties and being sent home in a taxi of shame. Romance blossomed when you remembered that one drunken kiss in the backseat and you both bonded when your boss gave you the cold shoulder after arriving to work a little more than dishevelled and with a hangover.

❁ [Jungwoo] Desk buddy; Honestly, who could hate their job when they had a sweet Jungwoo sitting at the desk adjacent to theirs. You kinda scored when your boss appointed you this specific desk because Jungwoo took to you almost embarrassingly quick. It made your heart swell looking at all the little knick knacks on his desk; toys to fiddle with and colourful sticky notes, this was just one part of his persona. You were a little shocked when he offered you a cigarette during the lunch break, kind of exposing a duality you didn't know existed, but nobody could be that wholesome of a person. Monday to Friday 9-5 was filled with Jungwoo ping-ponging back and forth between these traits, any off handed comments he would mutter to you when the boss was giving an announcement or the conversations you would overhear him having with a friend over the phone would remind you he wasn't a total puppy of a human being. However, the way he always offered to share a snack and would flick paper and notes at you playfully was also very much him being himself. You always fluttered a little at the smirk he would throw your way when your manager was talking something boring or ridiculous, it seemed those smirks were only reserved for you. It didn't take long before he became your best friend in the office, if he wasn't in that day you were in the right mind to just call it quits yourself (and vice versa), he was the guy that made the long hours that much more bearable.

❁ [Mark] The bumbling intern; When it came to responsibilities in the work place, you tried to delegate as little of that as possible to Mark the intern. It was cute really, the guy put in 110% effort into his tasks and yet when it came to coffee orders, photocopying or sending out a memo, something nearly always went wrong. You couldn't help but admire his enthusiasm, also that he made an effort to know everybody in the office, including the cleaners. Mark was one of the first people to greet you when you joined, waving around a little notebook of Starbucks orders and a company card to splurge, urging you to write down whatever you wanted. A simple task right? Rookie mistake. Bless him, you would never tell him how his mistake of getting full dairy rather than the soy you requested led to a night on and off the toilet, but that just scratched the surface of his office blunders. Somehow, he never cost the company too much, but there was a reason why the poor boy never got promoted beyond intern. He wasn't deterred though, he'd lean up against your desk while you made idle chit chat and he'd tell you that he liked his job and he didn't aspire to be the best in this business. Where he really proved himself was during company functions, you'll never forget during the annual employee bbq when he asked you your favourite song so he could sing it melodically accompanied skilfully with a guitar. Mark's contributions to the work place were always a little unpredictable, but he kept things interesting and people, including you, genuinely enjoyed having him around.

❁ [Haechan] Probably the reason you get fired; Even in the workplace, Haechan can't deny himself a bit of mischief. He made a stellar first impression by rocking up half an hour late, sending your boss a half arsed apology and plonking down at the desk across the room from yours. To be honest, he kind of annoyed you at first, his attitude came off immature and you didn't appreciate how distracting he was when you had work to do. However, things started to change at some point. Haechan was the guy that convinced you to ditch the office party and sit on the rooftop with him to watch the city lights, the guy that sent out ridiculous memos just to catch you smile and the guy eventually became the reason for you own demise after he started picking you up for breakfast most mornings. When the manager called you in his office after being late the third time in a row, you ducked your head and mumbled something about traffic while hiding a croissant wrapper in your pocket, Haechan covered a laugh with a cough and apologised on behalf of both of you. When you asked him about why he never seemed to give a shit about anything, you learnt that it was because he had a taste for adventure; "Don't tell me you wanna stay and work here forever? Don't you wanna do something more... exciting with your life?" He asked you incredulously, like the answer was obvious. He kinda got you, no, you didn't want to work in a dingy office for the rest of you life. To be honest, when he painted a picture of moving to a big city, or taking a road trip, or just fucking off to the suburbs you didn't hate the sound of that either. When you were both sat there in your manager's office, signing off on a severance package, you weren't even mad. You didn't have time to be, Haechan was already clasping your hand and leading you to his car and laughing about finally being free, tugging his tie from around his neck whilst driving no where in particular- the start of an adventure.

[kakubun]

Seijoh with a Chubby!Manager

seijoh×gen!manager

i did this cause i'm also chonky

(if i have to do this the fourth time, i'm commiting toaster bath)

tooru oikawa does not have a type, (if i have to hear one more insecure mf say "but he likes p-perfect p-people😔😔" i won't hesitate to make you develop a suffocating kink🥰)

anyways,

he saw you looking at the notice board for clubs to join but you pouted when you had no idea which club to join

"we need a manager in the volleyball club, cutie~" he winked, causing you to look away and gulp

"i-i'll think about it.." tooru oikawa doesn't want you to think, he wanted an immediate yes >:((

eventually you joined, anxiety pricking you everywhere and the third years especially welcomed you to the club, they were like very good big brothers

oikawa hesitated to tell you about a certain 'mad dog' which you tilted your head in confusion and chuckled

oikawa: he's stubborn-

y/n: fine by me, if he doesn't come to practise one more time i won't hesitate to bench him 🥰

iwaizumi: *chills*

he did come this time because he heard kunimi's and kindaichi's conversation about a new manager in the club when he was on his way down the stairs to skip practise

ah, he was intimadating but you have to talk to him since you'll be in the club for a while

y/n: what's your name?

kyoutani: none of your fucking business

y/n: take care of your attitude or i'll take care of you

the rest of the team: 🥴🙈😴🐴🧍‍♂️

kyoutani: kyoutani kentarou.

hanamaki: wtf-

he cooperated well with you, watching you stand your ground with him, letting him talk through his problems and opinions with you

you were on the same list as iwaizumi as one of the few people he'll respect very much

you also cared for the others!

you cared for kunimi's sleep schedule

you cared for kindaichi when he went up to you to talk about confidence and courage

you cared for watari when he asked for suggestions of what to give to his mom for her birthday

you cared for yahaba when he wanted advice for flirting (eventhough it took your entire willpower not to make fun of him)

the other third years brush off your worry for them and told you not to be too concerned for them

but

iwaizumi's constant fear for the future

oikawa's insecurities

matsukawa's anxiety

and hanamaki's worries says otherwise

tbh matsukawa and hanamaki were their own safe space, having conversations with laughing and shoulder punching

it was adorable but you constantly stared at them which made them wink at you and you slink away and cringe

oikawa really just needed a hug, his problems punched you everywhere and it hurted

he just wanted an "i'm proud of you" from someone and you gave it to him

he felt comforted, staring at the ceiling at night and seeing those pure eyes cheering for him and congratulating him

iwaizumi's tale made you tear up

you were also an individual that wasn't ready for the future

you would lean on his shoulder and cry silently when he was busy talking about himself

hearing him attentively made your eyes blurry and he wiped them away with his thumb and enveloped you in his warmth (bitch had the audacity to not be real)

you both bask in each other's presence and comfort each other with wise words and it changed both of your perspectives

you also felt insecure about your body

being the thing that you have to look at each morning hurts you

but the boys appreciated you

you needed motivation? meme team's there,

you needed someone there to help you exercise? iwaizumi's there,

you wanted a new diet? oikawa's there ,

and the other's for moral support :))

but even if you don't do that, they'll still love you for who you are

with the pestering and harrassment from other fangirls, you would always have back up and bodyguards

kyoutani: WOOF BARK ARF GRR

fangirls: *runs*

y/n: 🏃‍♀️🧍‍♀️

matsukawa and hanamaki : your thighs so thicc, i wanna lay between them

y/n: even with this??? *exaggerates the size of your tummy*

matsukawa and hanamaki: oh a free pillow and some earmuffs, of course🤩

you really enjoyed your time in the club, this was the best decision you ever made

[all-about-seggs]

Ardent Affections :

Pairing : Timeskip + Virgin! Sakusa Kiyoomi x Female reader

Rating : 18+, Explicit

Word count : 3k

Warnings : Smut and fluff (and holy shit I ended up including a bit of angst) , Loss of virginity, blow job, fingering, vaginal sex, established relationships.

A/n: I prefer dirtier side of Smuts but this was as far as I could go with Saku sooooo I hope my fluffy smut isn't cringey >.<.

Putting the plum filled onigiri in the clean plastic container, you give it another look over to make sure it's tidy enough, afterall, the person you made this for was nothing if not picky. But, you also knew he loved umeboshi, so after a few successful weeks of your relationship with Sakusa, you went ahead and bought more than enough dried plums to practice making something he won't be able to refuse. It didn't take long to reach the gym he was practicing at, with lunch time approaching, he'd be on his break too, giving you the perfect chance to have some alone time.

One would think, that no boyfriend would refuse their significant other's cooking but falling in love with him as well as dating him made you realise it wasn't the status quo. He was, at the very least, peculiar. Always on his own, Sakusa never felt the need to be involved with a lot of people, ironical as it may be for someone who played a team sport, his idiosyncrasies made it hard for most people to get close to him. That's why the sight of a cluster of high shool girls flocking your boyfriend, to give him their handmade goods was comical yet unsettling.

It wasn't something you got jealous at, but it's something that made you second guess yourself instead, whenever the thought of making him something pooped in your head, this same scene played infront of your eyes. Sakusa surrounded by a bunch of girls with heart eyes, wanting to give him stuff. On the verge of losing his polite demeanor, Sakusa almost gave them a taste of his blunt indifference if it weren't for some faculty member intervening. Today was the same.

With the perfect excuse, he pulled himself away from the group and sauntered towards you, eye twitching with a look that screamed ' I saw you having fun on my expense'. You quickly pulled yourself out of the gloomy thoughts and greeted him with your regular smile.

" I didn't wanted to disturb your fan meet", the cheeky tone in your voice added to his annoyance.

" I assure you that you didn't, besides you know I don't like hand made stuff ", he grumbled, voice carrying the regular icky note you were used to but it caused the dull ache in your heart grew. Before you could answer, you saw Bokuto running towards your direction, making you jump with his boisterous greeting,

" HEY! Y/n chan!... Are you gonna join us for lunch as well ?", The look in his face was as cute as his voice which was cutoff by Sakusa's cold one,

" No. I don't like the places you go to eat. Also, I'm done for today so we have no reason to stay.", Curt and to the point, Sakusa answered him and gestured you with his eyes to follow him instead.

" Geez, it's like he can never let loose!, Y/n chan! You should ask him to open up more!", pouting, the energetic male glared at Sakusa's retreating form.

"Ummm, Sorry Bokuto! He still doesn't know how to..... People? I guess? But he's trying! I know he is! So don't worry... We'll catch up with you guys sometime else okay?", With a slight bow, you trailed after your boyfriend, leaving a deflated Bokuto behind.

As you walked behind him, you thought about the first time the both of you met, he didn't even looked at you properly before leaving just like he was right now, about how you had to put your feelings out in the open first so that he'd finally notice them, how, for the last few days your garbage can only had dozens of messed up onigiri, and how the lunch you packed was getting colder by the minute as it layed still in your bag.

You were lost in thought for the rest of the way, he wasn't one to talk much but your constant silence was not something that often happened. Still not being used to initiating small talks, all he could do was gaze at the dazed look on your face.

The two of you made your way back to his apartment that the sports facility provided the players. You had been here a couple of times before but never long enough to actually call it 'staying over'.

" Why are we at your place?", You quietly ask, making him pause before speaking.

" I did say I was done with practice for the day", opening the front door he ushered you in. It was unsurprisingly neat, the entrance not having any useless items, infact everything in his place had a purpose or use.

It was a big step, him letting anyone in his personal space, considering his high maintenance personality you thought he'd dip you in a bucket of sanitizer everyday but he was a lot more chill when you both take your respective baths. He still goes in first.

The moment you stepped outside the bathroom, you saw a nervous looking Sakusa was sitting on the edge of his bed.

" Did you really wanted to have lunch with those guys?", His abrupt question caught you off guard, so apparently he took your silencein the wrong way, but it still warmed your heart to know he noticed and cared enough to talk about it, albeit clumsily.

" Is that why you think I was quite on our way here?", The reply you gave made him avert his eyes, whether it was out of embarrassment or the awkwardness in the room, it didn't change the fact that your sudden change in behaviour was noted by your boyfriend.

" If you have something to say, then I want you to tell me, I'm afraid I won't know otherwise", Sakusa added, finally looking at you with his deadpan yet sharp look.

He was right, every couple needs to have proper communication in order for their relationship to succeed, so with that in mind you decided to tell him about what's bothering you.

Walking over to his side, you sat next to him,

" I made you lunch today, but when I saw you rejecting your fans gifts saying you don't like handmade stuff, it- bothered me.", Your reasoning might've been a little selfish, it's not like you wanted to force anything on him just because you were his girlfriend but the fear of getting rejected always made you hold back on so many things.

" So I didn't give it to you, and then I just started having a trail of depressing thoughts about how maybe I'm the only one who wants anything from this relationship, I mean we haven't even done anything more than kissing Kiyoomi.", To you, this confession was nothing more than the frustrations you've built up. He was silently listening as you went on, not interrupting until you were done.

" I see....", His soft baritone was laced I'm regret as he brought his hands to you head, gently combing the strands, " I'm sorry, I made you feel that way, it's obvious that both of us need to work on our communication skills but there is one thing you got wrong", saying that, his hand combing you hair pushed you forward until you were right in front of his glossy lips,

" It should go without saying that I wouldn't let you in here if I didn't loved you, and you wouldn't be in this bed either if I didn't wanted you.", By the end of his sentence, his hot mouth covered your in a demonically passionate kiss which was all teeth and tongue. It was probably your longest kiss as well, making you grip his shoulders so hard it would've probably left marks if it weren't for his taut musculature. You pressed you hands on his sculpted chest, feeling his nipples harden as you slowly run you thumbs over them. Sakusa pulled away from you to catch a few breaths, his lips shining with your mixed saliva.

" I've never done this before......", hesitation crossed his eyes which soon melted into a look of determination as he brought his face near yours.

"But if it's with you, I know I'll like it", he panted, pulling you on his lap to continue his ministrations from a more closer proximity. The uncharacteristically deep kiss encouraged your hands to roam around more, to feel all of his ripped form through the fabric of his thin shirt. Your hand grazed his crotch, this contact alone was enough to make him twitch, his virginity showing, the blush on his cheeks spreaded all the way to his neck.

The front of his shorts looked so strained,It was painfully clear how much his cock was begging for attention, so you pushed Sakusa back until he was lying flat on the bed, feet still on the floor. Searching his eyes for any objections, you pulled his waistband down to reveal his bulging member. It suited a big guy like him, his thick cock felt so hot and heavy in you hand it took everything in you to stop yourself from jumping on it right away.

" Hggg... Wait... It's-", his voiced carried more embarrassment than discomfort but you stopped nonetheless.

" Dirty?.....is that what you want to say?", questioningly, you looked at him from between his legs as he nodded.

" Well sex is better dirty but, I'll try not to make a mess okay?", With a wink you grabbed his shaft with one hand and took his tip in your mouth. The warm, wet insides of your mouth touching the sensitive head of his cock made him shudder in pleasure but he didn't make more than a hum. Maybe your boyfriend was still embarrassed but now that you finally get to go down on him, you made it a personal goal to hear his moans.

Detemined to hear his beautiful whimpers, you added pressure on his member through your tongue as you moved your lips up and down, swallowing him as much as you could. Droll dripping from the side of your mouth and his precum gave you enough lubrication to increase you pace, going harder and harder until you felt your teeth make contact with his sensitive shaft, that must've hurt, you thought but atleast it got a reaction out of him.

" AH-.....mmmhh Y/n damnit.....you're doing it too roughly", you heard him complain from above you,

" I just rough housed you a little..... Anyway, you can't blame a girl who's been abstaining herself from fucking her hot boyfriend ", with a pop you pulled him out of your mouth and looked up at the wide eyed Sakusa with an uncharacteristic boldness that even surprised you. Maybe it was because of the situation or because you two had a heart to heart conversation about your feelings just now but you felt oddly comfortable with him more than you ever did before. You knew he loved you enough to put up with anything you'd throw at him at his point, so why not push your luck?

"......well aren't you a vulgar little girl", regaining his composure, Sakusa propped himself on his elbows to give you his trademark deadpan look. You squeeze his balls teasingly in an attempt to rile him up further, his face contorts a little before he shoots you a glare.

" I'm going to make you regret that", with nothing more than a growl he grabbed your hand to make lie face down beside him, for a second you thought he'd spank you, but the moment you raised you head from the mattress to see what's going on, a big hand was on your head pushing your face down again, his other hand ghosting over the hem of your t-shirt.

" It's my turn now, so you better behave", emphasizing the behave he first pulled your shirt off of your shoulders, then swiftly getting rid of your pants. This was an interesting turn of event, just a moment ago your virgin boyfriend was squirming like a pathetic little boy but with just a little teasing made him switch into daddy mode, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't thrilling.

You laid there stark naked as you heard a few rustling sounds coming from behind, indicating Sakusa taking his cloths off. His long, deft fingers grabbed your hips, raising them a slightly off the surface of the mattress, the digits of his right hand crept near your dripping core as if wondering if he should touch you or not, you moved your hips closer so you could feel his touch but he retreated his hand, only to pinch one of your butt cheek. The tease.

" If you're expecting me to eat you out too then keep dreaming..... but since I made you wait so long, I'll give you something else today", his matter of fact tone was even as he traced two long fingers up your slit taking in all of your juices, he pushed them inside your aching pussy. His thick digits rubbing your walls made you moan in the pillow, with his thumb he started rubbing your engorged clit. His actions were not exactly gentle but you didn't wanted them to be either, you wanted him to pound you into the mattress so bad but maybe it was asking too much from someone inexperienced.

" You like this right?", It wasn't exactly a question, as his increased his speed, with his free hand he pinched your ass again leaving small red marks in the fleshy patch of skin. Your first orgasm in so many weeks approached you with an intense force, making you buck you hips in Sakusa's hand. Just as your pussy started clenching around the fingers that was inside it, he withdrew his hand leaving you with a strange sense of emptiness.

" Not so fast y/n, it's more efficient it we cum together, besides I know you want more than just my fingers", his voice carrying the cockiness of someone far more experienced but you can't complain, for both his actions and words were easily bringing you closer to the edge. Ignoring the stickiness of his fingers he lightly massaged your butt cheeks before kneeling right behind them. The sight of your flushed, naked body was enough to get him going, something that he dare not admit.

From the corner of your eye, you saw him opening his bedside drawer to retrieve a condom. Well, atleast one of you were prepared for this, just as he finished putting on the thin protection, he asked you,

" I'm putting it in y/n", he didn't make it sound like a question but it wasn't until you nodded in approval, that he moved. Groaning lightly, Sakusa entered you inch by inch, making the process as slow as possible so could clearly feel the delicious stretch his thick cock provided. You were already panting by the time he bottomed out in you, as he started moving his hips you rolled yours to match his pace, creating a steady rhythm.

Both your pants and body were in sync, building up pleasure that soon reached its peak, the roll of your hips and the sound of his name from your mouth urged him to take a hold of your hips and drive his pulsating member further into your cunt. He felt your walls clenching around him when your body experienced the well awaited orgasm, quivering beneath him like. The sudden pressure added on to his cock made your boyfriend follow right after. The both of you were still riding your high when he lowered his torso on to your back, sweat slicked bodies on top of each other, you wondered what kind of face he would be making right about now. Hoping it wasn't one of disgust, you turned your face to the side, his endearing curls tickling your ears as he kept his nose buried in the nape of your neck.

There was a serene quality to the room where the two of you laid still until Sakusa got up abruptly, you knew that it was bath time even before he uttered anything.

" Let's eat", his soft voice seemed almost like a whisper which was confusing and astonishing at the same time when he tossed one towel to you and quickly wiped himself with the other.

Making quick work of the cleaning, you both went to the living room where you pulled out the bento box from your bag. It felt cold against your hand but this time it didn't make you sad because now you were sure that the person next to you wouldn't reject it.

Opening the box, you noticed they got a little crushed, probably because of you tossing your bag aside dejectedly when you first arrived, the previously well made onigiri lost their original shape but you hoped they tasted the same.

Gingerly showing him the box you thought about quickly explaining it's condition and telling him about how you made it in the most hygienic way possible for a human but the words died in your mouth when Sakusa briskly took one piece out and munched on the distorted rice ball. You watched him chew, waiting became too nerve-racking so you blurted, " How is it Kiyoomi?!", Talk about putting pressure on a guy but it didn't deter him from telling you the truth.

" It's good", the simple reply he gave was the best, you thought, his words were never grandiose, just to the point that's what made you believe them everytime he decides to be honest with you.

"Next time...", He mumbled in between his increasing breaths and tinted cheeks,"Lets make it together".

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

overlordred said: Heyyyyyyyyyy Doll Face, it me again 🥸🤓, so I saw that you’ve had Porco on the brain and it made something in my brain click again. I don’t know what it is with my need for characters with devoted animal companions but it’s just my thing. Like Porco’s S/O has had her tortoise since she was a kid and it’s HUGE now and since I’m sure you’ve mentioned Udo loves turtles, in a last ditch effort to keep the kids occupied while babysitting them Porco’s like I have a turtle and the kids just lose their minds from this tortoise (who for some reason has a name like Speed or something 😆) If you don’t see it I very much respect that but I just thought I’d share lol. I hope you’re having a beautiful day and good fortune smiles on you. Laters!

Porco & you babysitting pt.2

{ Porco x reader | tw:none | fluff, light drama | modern }

{ "De Forest Interior" 1878 by Walter L. Palmer  1854-1932 }

"What's wrong?" He said with a frown, stepping back to give you space. "Did i do som-"

"No. It's just that…" you interrupted him, "Porco, what are we exactly? Is this a relationship or are we just friends wit-" 

Before you could finish, a high pitched scream came from where the kids were, snapping your attention to the closed door. Porco was the first to move, not wasting a second in pushing it open before hurrying to the living room, you followed behind.

The room was dark, with the tv blue screen illuminating it, whatever was on it was forcefully turned off. It was mostly quiet except for the shallow breathing you'd hear the closer you got to the couch.

Your eyes landed on a small figure, curled into a ball beside the couch, wasn't it for his glasses reflecting the tv light you wouldn't have spotted him.

Before Porco would trip and fall on his face, you flicked the light switch on, so he could avoid the pillows littering the floor.

Udo was looking sickeningly pale, glasses pushed to his head with his face buried in his arms while hugging himself.

Falco was kneeling to him, hands visibly shaking as he tried to soothe the other, growing more nervous as you approached them. "We… we were playing this game and then this-" he hiccuped between his stuttering as he tried to explain what happened.

Porco quickly carried Udo who clung to him like his life depended on it while Falco continued trying his best to form coherent sentences.

You went around the couch where the other two were. Gabi was hugging a pillow in a tight grip, eyes damp as if she's holding back tears while glaring at the floor to avoid meeting your eyes.

She only shook her head when you asked if she's okay.

Meanwhile, Zofia was just...sitting still, too still. Her stare blank and empty at the tv screen, keeping silent and barely acknowledging you when you approached her.

Part of you felt responsible for leaving the kids alone with a horror game when seeing their state now.

"Let's just move them to the kitchen, it'll be okay. Can you carry Zofia?" Porco said with Udo in his arm as Falco trailed after him while clutching his shirt.

You nodded before going to pick her up, she didn't resist but she seemed too stiff and uncomfortable. 

Falco actually came back to hold Gabi's hand and guide her with him after Porco, she took her pillow with her too.

When All of them were huddled in their chairs near the table, you could clearly see how visibly shaken they were.

You attempted to soothe them as Porco gave them some cookies and milk that they drowned quickly.

After time, reassurance and Porco lighting up the mood by making some snarky comments about the horror game they were playing that got them giggling, they slowly calmed down.

Falco was the first to feel better

Gabi soon enough followed. 

He was telling Porco about how he got the highest score in the game so far which made Gabi object and say she's the one who got the highest score, soon enough forgetting why she was scared in the first place.

They started another fight that basically was one saying "no you didn't!" and the other replying with "yes i did!!" over and over.

That actually managed to make Zofia laugh, more at them than with them. 

The only one left who hasn't spoken a word since the beginning was Udo.

Still holding onto Porco with shaky hands.

You and Porco watched as the three of them attempted to cheer him up, each with their unique way.

Gabi saying it's okay he shouldn't be scared because she will protect him and beat up the scary monster if it showed up.

No one dared to bring up the pillow on the table.

Falco said they can just go back and watch some Minecraft let's play instead.

It almost worked but the mention of going back to the living room made Udo even more scared.

Zofia suggested that they can play some animal crossing together and she'd even water all his flowers for him.

That made him perk up, only to frown again when he realised he forgot his switch at Reiner's place.

They kept listing off suggestions but nothing seemed to work or make him smile.

And the fact he still was actually scared and shaking made you and Porco more concerned by the second.

And then Falco said, "maybe we should...call his mom, she usually knows what to-" 

"Absolutely not" only to be interrupted by Zofia, "she'd never allow him another sleepover for at least a month."

You and Porco shared a look, as the adults in this situation it was your responsibility to make sure he's safe and call someone who knows what to do. 

Holding Udo closer to him with one arm while the other reached for his phone from his pocket, Porco scrolled through his saved contacts. "I think i have his mother's number saved somewhere...here it is, ms-"

In a quick motion, Zofia snatched his phone away. Surprisingly not only you but Falco and Gabi too with her strong reaction.

"No. You don't understand she won't allow him near us again." She explained in a firm tone, grip strong against the phone while looking at Porco in the eye. "Call Reiner instead."

Porco stiffened at the mention of the other's name, a sour look on his face. He was about to refuse but seeing at Zofia's pleading eyes made him stop at the last second.

He looked at you, you gave him a nod.

"Fine." He caved in, running a hand through his hair, "I won't call her, I promise.". 

Some seconds passed by as Zofia was eyeing him to determine if he's telling the truth, her grip only softening when her gaze fell on Udo who's still clutching the other's shirt. She reluctantly handed him the phone.

You watch the weirdly intense scene unfold, unsure if you should say something or not.

In the end, you decided not to interrupted. Although noticing how unusually quiet Gabi and Falco were, you realised that they weren't even in the room anymore.

Porco seemed too busy glaring at the air while murmuring something under his breath as the phone rang, while Zofia had her full attention on Udo.

Thankfully, you didn't have to say anything since Both Gabi and Falco came running back into the kuchen, huge smiles on their faces.

"Udo! Udo you won't believe this, there's this giant turtle in Porco’s room!" Falco yelled in excitement.

"It's this big!" Gabi stretched her arms as wide as she can, "and it's black all over with yellow dots! It looks so cool!"

That seemed to get Udo's attention, slowly turning his head from where he was burying it against Porco’s now ruined shirt.

"Really?" He whispered, eyes hopeful and colour returning to his face.

"You went inside my room?" Porco said, alert in his voice.

"What?" Came a voice from his phone, "why would you call me to ask that?...no i didn't. Are the kids okay? I can hear them yelling." Reiner said.

Apparently, that was what it took for Udo to finally calm down.

You watched as Gabi and Udo sat on the ground, faces pressed against the tank glass while attempting to coax the shy turtle out of hiding.

"Her name is lady dash, and if you step back and stop scaring her like that then i might let you feed her some meat." Porco said.

With that, both of them were under lady dash's love spell in no time. 

Gabi thought she was the coolest thing in the world, Udo agreed while counting the yellow dots on her shell.

Keeping true to his word, Porco let them give her some food.

They watched with anticipation as she emerged from the shallow water, slowly gliding towards the food.

They both held their breath as she extended her neck, opening her mouth as wide as she can before taking a big bite of the meat, slowly munching on the piece she cut off.

As soon as it ended, they turned around begging Porco for more food to give her.

Zofia and Falco joined too complaining that it isn’t fair since they didn't have a turn.

Porco looked at you for support, you just smiled before saying how come you don't get a turn too?

In the end he gave you all strawberries to give her to munch on.

After that roller coster of emotions, it came no surprise that the kids started getting sleepy and yawning, having used all their sugar energy from ice cream in the previous freak out.

If there's something you know, is that you should never tell a kid that needs a nap, that they need a nap.

Never ever.

Apparently Porco didn't know that.

And now you have four sleepy kids being defensive and offended that you'd even suggest that.

Thankfully tho, they seemed too tired to agru too much as they decided to finally sleep.

Gabi said she isn't even tried, she's only joining because Falco wouldn't stop whining.

Udo and Zofia agreed, despite the three of them being minutes from dozing off.

Falco ended up being their excuse for a nap, but he didn't complain...too much.

Realising that there's still two hours remaining before Reiner comes to pick them up, Porco seemed too eager to get them to sleep to get some time alone with you.

Hell he even grabbed the blankets and pillows and made them makeshift beds in the living room himself just so him and you can go back to his room alone.

"What…no we're not sleeping there." Said Gabi, standing in the middle of the doorway to the living room, arms crossed as the other three stood behind her.

"Yeah...it's still scary." Added Udo, stepping closer to Zofia. 

"Can we just sleep in your bed instead? Please?" Falco too was hiding behind Gabi, eyes avoiding the tv at any cost.

Porco gave a stern look, lifting an eyebrow as he too crossed his arms. "No. You're big kids you can handle it." 

"If you say so" Zofia poked her head from behind Gabi, "although, it'd be a shame if these pictures of Udo crying, Gabi drinking energy drinks and Falco eating a hot pepper pizza reached Reiner huh." 

And in that moment, you remembered exactly the fimilar sense of unease you felt about these kids some hours ago. 

You looked at Porco’s unbelieving eyes, knowing fully well he must accept this defeat gracefully.