#asks that make you pop your knuckles and say *alright let's get down to it*

[mostly-mundane-atla]

Hi! What kind of goods, do you think, Water Tribes are likely to export and import? North and South comic tried to make a story of oil discovery at the South Pole, but I hope they are not going to end up an oil-export based economy. Would they export furs? I am pretty sure rich folk in FN and EK would want the furs, but is it something Water Tribes be willing to do? Would they export ice (or waterbending services?) And what would they import, not just as luxury items, but as a staple?

Ooh, this is an interesting one.

Ice as an export makes a lot of sense. Everyone wants to keep food cold to slow down spoilage, and chilling food as a means to prep it allows for all kinds of methods. I'm sure waterbenders would make quick work of cutting ice into pieces and keeping it frozen throughout the shipping process and perhaps even installing the ice into cellars for customers.

Furs as they are, i'm not so sure about, as the qualities that make polar furs great clothes for polar regions can make them difficult to handle outside of those regions. My mom's rabbit skin parka can only be worn at -30°F or colder, otherwise, it's uncomfortably warm, and that's taking the stitching being worn out in places into consideration. Fur scraps to use as trim could be a good market. Baleen would be a hot commodity in a pre-plastic world. It can't be melted and poured into a mold like plastic, but it is a waterproof, sturdy material with plenty of give and with enough time and applied heat, will mold to the shape you bend it into. (For those unfamiliar with the details of corsetry: this is why baleen was used for corset bones. Not only did they offer sturdy, yet not brittle or shatter-prone support, but the baleen sewn into the corset would mold to the wearer's body due to their body heat, providing a custom fit once it was broken into or "seasoned.") Ivory, both fresh and fossilized, is easily carved, smooth to the touch, and has an elegant look. With any number of uses and the difficulty of obtaining it (fossilized ivory especially can only really be obtained through luck because it washes up in tidal pools after something someone dropped ages in the water), i imgine artisans of the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation would pay a lot for it.

Traditional art is another possible market, and craftsmanship has always been a means to bring in other resources irl, even before circumpolar peoples were pulled into a cash economy. To this day, a lot of money is found in selling traditional art of traditional material, including ivory, baleen, bone, antler, fur and skin, intestine, shell, sinew, nephrite jade, soapstone, grass, and driftwood. This art could come in the form of jewellery, sculptures and figurines, scrimshaw, miniature models of things like boats or dance masks, slippers, spoons, tobacco pipes, waterproof garments and wrappings of intestine and specialized sinew stitching, baskets, boxes, hairpins, traditional toys and more. People generally like to fill their homes with beautiful things, and expensive ones if they have the money for it. One can easily imagine nobility or even royalty spending a pretty penny commissioning, say, baleen scrimshaw illustrations of classical literary works for a library well-decorated with unique art from around the world and none of it captures darkness and light quite the same, or a matching necklace and earrings set of nephrite and shell beads to gift a beloved wife because no other material quite compares to the light in her eyes, or a likeness in memory of a father known for his strength and tenacity carved in ivory; a material so dangerous to come by, it takes at least four men to harvest a body that yeilds two pieces.

If they have oil, they might also have gold, but i don't think that's really all that much better in terms of exploiting indigenous peoples and damaging the environment and local ecosystems.

For services, i've mentioned before ways waterbenders fleeing the Fire Nation's genocidal raids in the south pole might make a living in the Earth Kingdom without giving away that they're waterbenders. I said stonecutting (carrying grit in the water makes it even easier) and drying grain for farmers (typically dried laying it out in the sun, if not done thoroughly enough you get mold). I could also see dehydrating fruit and veggies and mushrooms to keep them perserved getting an income, as well as laundry services. Canonically the best healers in the world are women from the north pole. Waterbending aids them in spiritual healing and perhaps physical healing as well, given that so much of wellness involves keeping body fluids where they need to be. One could charge a heavy fee for those skills and services.

A word about luxury imports vs imported houshold staples; what falls into which cattegory is subject to change as it's entirely based on how affordable and available various items are. For example, is something as ubiquitous and notable an aspect of the universe as tea affordable for all social classes? What about sugar? Foreign spices? Candles? Paper and ink? For simplicity's sake, I'll be going off of what is canonically or easily assumed to be available and frequently used in-universe as well as items imported into Native villages irl.

Rice is an easy starch to eat and store. I can easily see it used to suppliment a water tribe diet. Tea could be helpful for its caffeine, though it is not necessary especially if we assume they have fireweed to process into ivan chai which has B vitamins which also give's one energy.

With vegetables, buying them is a lot easier than buying soil, keeping it warm, and growing what they can. Potatoes are always a good idea, being a hearty starch with a lot of nutrients. Onions and garlic are quite flavorful. Fruit could also supplement nutrients that are hard to come by in such a meat-heavy and low-fiber diet. They preserve well dried or in jam and their sweetness makes them easier for children to eat. Dairy and soy products would be helpful with calcium deficiencies. Given their infamous fickleness, however, i think fresh fruits and dairy would be considered higher end items to be used up quickly before they spoil.

My heart wants them to have pilot bread/hardtack since unlike the other starches mentioned, it requires no prep to eat, and if it's packaged in a long, dark blue box with a sailor on it, so much the better. Vinegar and sugar are both flavorful and allow for more preservation techniques than freezing and fermenting alone, and so would be optimal to have. Whether or not they would buy up yeast and flower depends on if you think the Water Tribes would incorporate bread into their cultures, which i'm all for but some may think unnecessary. I don't think alcohol would serve any purpose but for sterilization, and if i'm honest, Water Tribesmen drinking gets a little too close to racist jokes for me to recommend writing no questions asked. Ginger and black pepper would probably be the most favored spices due to how compatible they would be to the flavor profiles of local foods, but other spices might also be common too.

Paper for ink and ink for paper would be a good investment for letterwriting and ordering specific goods rather than hoping a merchant will offer them. Theoricically, parchment and ink could be made domestically of skins and soot, respectively, but I'm not sure if that would be the more efficient use of resources or if imported paper and ink would be preferable.

When irl circumpolar people assimilated, the textile industry favored cotton, and so sturdy and often printed cottons were the defualt fabric brought into the villages. Without the circumstances leading to that (cotton plantations run on brutal slave labor and specific technological advancements that made it much easier to process) i think the fabic of choice would be linen. Linen is a much more low-maintinence and fiber to produce and its low elasticity makes it very durable. The antimicrobial properties make it a no brainer for medical uses (bandages, patient bedding, healer's smocks, just for a few examples) and the moisture wicking and cooling qualities would make it very attractive to a wife tending her oil lamp in a house that prioritizes insulation over ventilation or a hardworking hunter sweating into thick furs. Wool, with the way it insulates even when wet, might also be considered a good enough investment to import. Whether or not they have any sort of way to raise fiber domestically (some kind of fantasy musk-oxen, perhaps) is up for interpretation as canon doesn't seem to suggest one way or the other.

As far as for building and housewares: lumber and metal goods. Pots used by the irl Inupiat were typically carved of wood and water was boiled in them with hot stones rather than placing them over fire, ulu blades were traditionally sharpened slate, and arrowheads were shaped of bone or antler. Even scrap iron and steel can be repurposed for tools and art, making a good resource to have and probably a good deal for both sides of the trade. Wood was used irl, not always as the main building material, but almost always as a frame and typically for flooring. Storage caches were also typically wood as well as the stilt houses of King Island. Often the main source was driftwood as the environment and wildlife dependant lifestyle of the Inupiat made growing trees for lumber at such a scale close to impossible. A supply of well-treated, sturdy lumber would be good to have and use. If any of this was taken into consideration when Jianzhu was asking for a loan to get lumber to the Southern Water Tribe in Rise of Kyoshi, then it would come off a lot less like "the poor savages need our advanced wood boat technology" and more genuinely altruistic.

[greatooglymooglyyy]

Attitude Adjustment (Chris Sturniolo)

matt version?

contains: angst, bickering, relationship arguing, smut, softdom chris, hair pulling, fluff, kissing, protected sex, female receiving, 1.7k word count

a/n: based on this idea i had. sorry it took so long i couldn't figure out how to end it. i still kinda hate the ending but fuck it we ball.

“It’ll only be for like an hour and a half-”

“Chris-”

“Baby. We’re out of video-”

“So you basically invited me over to fucking abandon me here?” I ask, unable to hide the irritation I feel bubbling up. I sigh deeply, rolling out of Chris’ arms and grabbing my phone. Out of my peripheral vision, I watch him rub his hand over his face and sit up.

“Babe, we’ve been together all day. Just give me an hour." He gets out of bed and stretches before heading into his bathroom. I know I’m being a bit of a bitch to him but I can’t help it. Our schedules have been so crazy lately that every hour I get matters these days. Seems like I never get him to myself anymore and it’s starting to grate on my nerves.

Chris comes out of the bathroom and heads to his closet, stopping to scoop his favorite sweatpants off the floor. I roll my eyes and grab my Airpods, popping them in my ears and turning my music on full volume.

After a couple of minutes, Chris comes over and leans down to kiss me but I dodge it, not ready to stop being petty yet. He rolls his eyes and reaches to pull my headphones out. “Can we please not do this? This is my literal job.”

I kiss my teeth and Chris takes a deep breath and steps away. Nick calls his name from the top of the stairs and he yells back that he’s coming before grabbing his wallet.

“Alright. I love you, baby. We can talk about it when I get back.” He says over his shoulder as he reaches for his door handle.

“Whatever, Chris. Just leave me the fuck alone. I don’t even care anymore.” I snap. Chris pauses his movements and gives me a look that has me squirming. He walks over to the bed and squats down in front of me, the intensity of his eye contact making me lean back.

“Stop talking to me like you’re crazy, bro. Am I speaking to you like that?”

“No,” I mumble, crossing my arms and refusing to meet his eyes.

“Alright so watch your fucking mouth.”

I nod, struck silent, and he leans in to press a quick kiss on my temple before he stands, finally heading out the door.

I sit there for a minute staring at the wall contemplating my sanity. Because there’s no reason why that was the hottest Chris has ever been to me.

*******

It’s quite possible I’ve never been this bored in my life. I’ve started three different TV shows on Netflix, started doing handstands, and scrolled until my for you page started getting weird. I’m half lying on the bed, half hanging off, when I hear the boys come back. I spring up and turn off the light, throwing myself into bed and pretending to be asleep.

A few minutes later the door opens and Chris comes in, hesitating for a second when he sees it’s dark. I squeeze my eyes shut, listening to him move quietly through the room. When he gets in the bed, I feel him lean over me and run a knuckle over my cheek.

“You know you’re a terrible actress right?” He laughs, reaching over to pull me into his arms. I smack my lips and yank away, sticking to my plan of being a brat. He sighs, dropping his head back on his pillow.

“How do you still have an attitude after two whole hours?”

“Thought it was only going to be an hour and a half?” I mock, turning over on my stomach to face the wall.

“Okay.” Chris sits up and turns on his lamp before flipping me over to face him. I blink at him rapidly, startled by the sudden movement.

“This is what we’re not gonna do.” He says, gesturing between us. “Either talk to me or let it go. Those are your only two options.” His tone is harsh but with his thumb smoothing over my arm, it doesn’t feel as mean.

I sit up and face him, crossing my legs. “I just want a day or two where I don’t have to fight for your attention,” I say quietly. Chris nods slowly, tilting his head like he’s thinking.

“Okay.” He says, pulling me into his lap. “I hear you. I’ll try not to film on nights when you're here. At least until I can see you more.”

I look up at him and smile, placing a kiss on his collarbone. “Thank you.”

“That was easy, huh? Talking and shit like we’re adults-”

“Don’t ruin it,” I say, reaching up to pull his face down to mine.

I kiss the corner of his mouth and it pulls up in a lopsided smile. I keep going, kissing the other corner before both his top and bottom lip. His eyes trail my face, darkening as he waits for me to kiss him fully. But instead, I slip off his lap, rolling back to my side of the bed.

“What are you doing?” He asks with a frown, leaning so he’s hovering over me. I smile and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Just wanted to see how much you want to kiss me,” I say casually, tangling my fingers into his hair.

Chris leans down and presses his lips to mine roughly, pushing my head into the pillow and anchoring a hand on my hip. His other hand dips under my shirt, sliding higher as we deepen the kiss. He pulls away to start lining kisses down my neck, driving me crazy.

“I always want to kiss you. Even when you're really fucking annoying." He says as he slides down my body, stopping to place a kiss above my belly button. He runs his tongue back up the trail of my body before he stops to yank off my shirt and bra. The light from the lamp makes me a little shy and I reach to turn it off but Chris stops me. “Leave it on, I want to see you.”

He slides back up to kiss me again, sweeter this time and full of love. I smile against his lips and mumble low, “You’re such a softie.”

Chris breaks the kiss and raises his eyebrows, giving me a challenging smirk. “Oh yeah?” Before I can respond, he sits up and grabs my panties, ripping them off in one motion and tossing them over his shoulder.

“I always wanted to do that.” He says, sliding down to run his tongue over my hip.

“I’m going to kill you.” I breathe out as he moves closer to my core.

“I’ll buy you some more.”

“It better be Victor-” I cut off my complaining with a moan as he swirls his tongue over my clit. He pushes open my legs and leaves one hand running up and down my thigh gently.

I lace my fingers back into his hair and he looks up at me as he slides a finger inside of me. He picks up his pace, thrusting inside of me roughs and adding another finger while matching his tongue motions to his fingers.

I tighten my grip on his hair and moan out his name, squirming up until my head hits the headboard. Chris moves his arm to spread across my stomach and pins me in place, never pausing his movements.

I throw my head back and rock my hips up as I call out his name and tell him I’m close. He only stretches me out more, curling his finger up to hit the spot that always takes me out.

I turn my head and moan into the pillow as I ride out my orgasm, still calling out Chris’ name. He presses a final kiss to my clit and then pushes himself up my body. He kisses me hungrily before he leans over to his nightstand.

“Still got an attitude or what? Let me know.” He teases as he stands to take his clothes off and slip the condom on.

“Shut up, Chris,” I say, rubbing my hand over my eyes.

“Alright, so we’re still working on it. Got it.”

He flips me over onto my stomach and hops on the bed behind me, pulling me up until I’m arched where he wants me. I look over my shoulder at him as he lines himself up to enter me, his tip rubbing against my folds, and he meets my eyes as he pushes in.

He gives me barely any time to adjust before he’s hammering into me, both hands gripping my hips and pulling me to meet his thrusts. I grip the sheets, whimpering, but Chris doesn’t slow his strokes for a second.

“Wow, you’re quiet.” He says ruggedly. “Where’s all that fucking mouth you got?”

I open my mouth to talk shit back but he readjusts, pressing his hand into my back and pushing me into the mattress. Somehow he picks up his speed, digging deeper into me than I thought possible. I try to say his name but all that comes out is a series of unintelligible sounds and he laughs roughly.

I reach a hand back against his hip but he grabs it and pins it behind my back, using it as leverage to pull back and slam into me again. “You feel so fucking insane.”

The breathy candace of his voice makes me moan out louder and Chris gathers all my hair into one hand and uses it to pull me up against his chest. The new angle has me seeing stars and I throw my head back on his shoulder as he places sloppy kisses on my neck. He reaches down to rub his thumb over my clit and I buck against him, my body shuttering from the intensity.

I’m so close now and he can tell, gripping my face and tilting my head so he can meet my eyes. “Go ahead, baby. Give it to me.”

I do exactly as he says, maintaining eye contact, as I fall again. He throws his head back at the feeling, muttering a low, “fuck,” and moaning out my name as he comes.

He drops his head against my shoulder for a second, breathing heavily, before he pulls out slowly. I fall back onto the bed while he heads to the bathroom to clean up. I’m still lying motionless when Chris comes back out and sits on the edge of the bed. “Come on. Take a bath with me.”

I smile over at him and slide out the bed, following him into the bathroom. I sit on the counter as he runs the water and pours in my bubble soap.

He comes back over to me and stands in between my legs staring at me. “You didn’t say you loved me back when I left.”

“I just let you break my back. I think we’re good.” I say as I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Not the same.” He states matter of factly, leaning closer and brushing his lips against mine. I smile and then pull back, giving him a mock-serious face. “Christopher Sturniolo, I love you so much.”

He grins and kisses me again, deeper this time. “One more time?”

“I love you,” I whisper, chasing his lips but he pulls back.

“Again?”

“Alright, fuck off.”

He laughs and steps back so I can slide off the counter and head over to the tub. I get in after turning the water off and Chris follows, sliding in behind me.

I sigh contentedly, letting my head lay against his chest as he tells me about how filming went. I laugh at his stories and chime in softly, wondering how the hell I could ever be mad at a boy this sweet.

Well, at least until tomorrow.

[moonstruckme]

poly!marauders all eating out fem!reader at the same time. i cant vision how it would work but say sirius has your hole, james has your clit and remus is at your thighs. thank you my love if you choose to write this!🫶

Hi, thanks so much for requesting! I couldn't quite figure out how their heads would all fit so I hope this is alright?

cw: smut mdni (praise, oral fem receiving)

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 480 words

James is laughing at you. Laughing, as you writhe and gasp in his arms. You'd never have taken him for a sadist, but here you are.

"You're okay, angel," he chuckles, moving his hand from around your waist up to your chest to keep your back pressed against his front, and indulging in palming one of your breasts while he's there.

"I—" you gasp, scarcely able to think, much less speak, after the two orgasms you've already had in the past hour.

Sirius takes his lips from your clit with a lewd popping sound, and you cry out. "She's gonna crush Moony's head if she doesn't keep 'er legs open," he complains.

Remus only mumbles, and you can't decipher whether it's in agreement or denial as the reverberations of his rumbling voice in your hole make your head swim. Your trembling thighs press against the long-fingered hands keeping them spread apart on either side of his head.

"I've got it," James supplies, securing you against him with the hand on your chest while using his other to bring your knee upwards, freeing Remus on the one side. "Don't listen to him sweetheart, you're being good for us, aren't you?"

Sirius snickers at your blubbering, nonsensical response, going back to sucking your clit with renewed vigor. A moment later, Remus swirls his tongue inside you, and the coil in your core that's been tightening, slowly but surely, shatters completely. Sirius raises his head from between your legs, crooning at the sounds you make as James smooths a soothing path up the inside of your thigh and Remus works you through your orgasm with his blessed tongue.

James lowers your leg back over the edge of the bed once your breathing starts to steady again, and Remus pats the one he's been holding affectionately, making you jump. "You did so well, love," he says. An embarrasing little frission goes through you at the praise.

James hums in agreement, letting his finger drag over the sweat-slicked skin of your underboob. "So well," he repeats, and his voice is all sweetness, almost making you forget his amusement at your torment a minute before. "Our good girl."

"Thanks," you manage, brain still fizzing like a shaken soda bottle. "Thank you."

"Aw, you're welcome, baby. What do you think?" Sirius' grin is all teeth. "Another?"

At first, you assume you must have misheard him. You raise your head from James' shoulder, every muscle in your body seeming to tremble from being held at attention so long, but before you can ask Sirius to repeat himself, James says, "Yeah, I think she can handle another, can't you angel?" He kisses at the slope of your neck coaxingly, and when he reaches down to tug playfully at Remus' hair, his knuckles brushing your sensitive cunt, you let out a whimper. "Moons, get up here. I want another turn."

[ktittycat]

Can you do a part two of the regulus one where the massage turns scandalous??

<33 I love your writing

thank you i’m still fairly new to writing so i try my best <3

pt 1 pt 3

fingering, eating out, innocence kink

“You’re so kind, Reggie,” You say with a soft smile on my face. You and Regulus are in your dorm, sitting on the same bed. You’re in the same Hello-Kitty pajamas that Regulus knows so well. “Thank you for doing this for me.”

“Oh, of course. That’s just what friends do,” Regulus hums as he massages your thighs, liking the small whimpers coming out of your mouth. He’s hiding a smirk on his face.

“Hm…” You moan quietly. “Feels nice. I didn’t know you were so good with your hands.”

Regulus chuckles. You were just so innocent— you hadn’t even noticed how wrong that sounded. He kneads your thighs softly with his knuckles, his fingers advancing closer to your clothed cunt. But you’re too into the massage to even notice.

Your little gasps every time Regulus rubbed down on the right knot went straight to his cock, and he tried his best to hide it. He chuckled. You didn’t know why, but your stomach twisted and you seemed to feel wetter down there when Regulus would massage closer.

“Everything alright?” He asks thoughtfully. He knows full well what’s happening and your innocence makes him even harder. You nod hesitantly.

“Yeah… just feels weird,” You mumble shyly. The slytherin tilts his head. “Down there.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. He sits up. “Where exactly, darling?”

“Right here, Reggie.” You whimper and move your hand to your pelvis. He smiles and crawls over to you, still rubbing the inside of your thighs. You moan quietly at the feeling.

“You trust me, don’t you?” Regulus asks, his breath warm on your ear. You nod shyly. He grins as he slowly pulls off your shorts. He had longed to see those perfect thighs of yours again. “Merlin, you’re so beautiful.”

“Wh- What are you doing?” You bite your lip, whimpering quietly. He shushes you, throwing your shorts to the other side of your bed. He sees a wet patch on your cute, bow panties.

“You’re gonna feel real good, darling,” he says with a low voice as he begins to rub your clit through your underwear. You gasp, eyes widening at the feeling. “Mm, such a good girl.”

“Reggie!” You whimper. “Is this… Is this appropriate?”

“Baby… of course it is,” He smiles and nods. “I’m just a friend helping another friend, right?”

He moves your panties to the side, his fingers grazing your pussy. He gives your cunt a kiss, and you moan in surprise, but you don’t stop him. In fact, your legs seem to spread wider, practically inviting him in. He takes it as a sign of consent and sucks your clit. Your breath hitches and your first instinct is to grip his curly locks. He doesn’t stop, continuing to suck harshly as he forced your legs apart.

“Tastes so fucking good,” Regulus mumbles as he eats you out. His cock is threatening to pop out of his pants at this point. He relieves his pain by humping your bed. Just the thought of eating you out can get him horny.

“Regulus!” You squeal, legs kicking around. Your back arches off the bed. He abuses your pussy with his tongue. You cry out, “Don’t stop!”

He laughs meanly and licks you like he has been starved for days. He sticks a finger in you slowly, and that gets you going. Your eyes widen and you grab his wrist.

“W-Wait!” He ignores you, slurping your juices up eagerly. You let out a garbled cry.

“I could eat this pretty pussy forever,” He murmurs. He dips his tongue inside you, causing you to roll your eyes back.

“Feels like ‘m gonna pee, Reggie!” You whine, squirming around like crazy. Your face is flushed. He smirks and penetrates you with two fingers.

“Cum for me, darling,” He groans. Your thighs quiver as you climax all over his face. He grunts, cumming in his pants with you. He pulls his mouth off your clit and smiles lazily.

“Feel better?” He asks. Your pussy glistens with his saliva. You nod as you close your legs again. He kisses your neck, and then kisses you on the lips. You whimper quietly as you kiss him back.

“I feel so much better, Reggie…” You mumble. Regulus helps you clean up, and you fall asleep just a few minutes after. He kisses you on the forehead before leaving your dorm.

masterlist

[novasintheroom]

A home for you and me

Combining these two asks since they both ask for the same line! Hope you don't mind <3

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 0.9k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description: It's a new chapter in your lives.

Now part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

It’s a hot day. Most people are avoiding the worst of it by staying indoors, where some have cooling vents from the Plant, and others just have shade.

Vash feels sweat drip down his back, his knuckles lightly cramping around the cloth handles for bags laden with food stuffs. He’s happy with the haul from the market. Fresh fruit and vegetables, with synthetic meat that didn’t look too grey. This town really was a good place to settle down. He’ll have to tell you again when he gets home.

Home.

What a strange concept. Over one-hundred and fifty years on No Man’s Land, and Vash could hardly call any place truly home. Sure, there’s the ship, Home. Luida and Brad are wonderful. But he never wanted to overstay his welcome there, always leaving within a few days to hoof it once again across the deserts and try to repent for his wrongs. And always being on the run as either an outlaw or just an unwanted or unwelcome stranger made it impossible to settle down anywhere.

Until now.

Home comes into view as he rounds a corner. Sitting along a row of similar houses, it’s small, built of metal and rock and precious few beams of wood to bend in the desert winds. Three painted pots sit near the door – a craft you’d insisted on doing to help brighten the outside with more than oranges and browns. The string lights sway in the slight breeze over the doorway, waiting to turn on once the suns dip lower and the shadows come.

Someone might say it’s not much. But give them a century of travel, and it’ll become the best thing a man has seen.

His left hand turns the handle of the door – unlocked, you probably saw him coming through the window – and goes inside.

He only has a moment to hear your squeal and drop the groceries before you launch yourself at him. He catches you, feels your legs wrap around his waist to keep yourself locked in place. He is pummeled by your lips on his jaw, his neck, his cheeks. “Mayfly – !” He’s already overheated, but this is making it worse. “What are you – “

“I’m so happy we have a house!” You exclaim, planting a big kiss on the corner of his mouth. “I’m so happy you get to get groceries!”

Ah, zoomies. You’d been doing this lately, just too happy to have a house to do anything but run around or kiss him. He lets out a laugh, pulling you into a hug to stop your onslaught. “Can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home?” He walks into the hallway, gently kicking the door closed behind.

You snort and pull back with a look. “You know you love it.”

He hums. “I’m sure the neighbors love it too,” he says. Still, he leans forward and catches your lips in a full kiss.

When you pull back, you finally put your feet back to the floor and stoop down to gather the grocery bags. “C’mon, I’ve been rearranging the furniture and I need to get your opinion. Oh, also, one of the neighbors came by and gave us a casserole! Isn’t that weird? She was super nice, though. I think she said she lives a few doors down, but I’ll have to check again. I think she has those two teenage boys that we saw walking earlier. Looked a lot like her!”

You wander down the hall, expecting him to follow at your heels, just like when you travelled. But Vash has to take a moment. You’re carrying groceries instead of supplies for camp. There’s food in the house, a place to safely lay your heads. You cut a beautiful figure, knocking into the corner as you go to the kitchen with what he brought home. Already trusting he got the right supplies, that this is going to work. You want him to look at the furniture.

You pop your head back in the hall when he doesn’t immediately show up. Your face falls, and you’re rushing to him. “Birdie, what’s wrong? Are you alright?” You reach up, and Vash is surprised to feel tears being wiped away. He hadn’t known he was crying. “Did something happen at the market?”

Vash takes a moment to rein it in. Then he pulls you into a tight hug, a watery laugh spilling out. “I’m just…really glad we have a home.”

You coo and rub his back. It still has all the scars and metal plates under the shirt. All the reminders of where he’s been, what he’s gone through. You feel your own tears prick in your eyes. What you would give to make that go away. But it’s what made him the man he is today, and you wouldn’t have him any other way. Your sweet man. You rock him side to side with your feet and whisper, “Me too, sweetheart.”

Vash sniffles into your shoulder, glasses pressed into the crook of your neck. Then he pulls away, sighing and wiping his eyes. “Alright, alright, I’m done.” He laughs. Then, looking down, he asks, “One more kiss? Please?”

With a smile, you say, “See? I knew you loved it.” You go to your tiptoes and press your lips to his.

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

stargirl interlude - sodo x reader

masterlist.

a/n: *cracks knuckles* alright first fic of the new year lets go!!! also li hing mui is dried plum and they make a powder which is put on almost every dessert/candy in hawaii! it's delicious and everyone should try it because y'all are missing out (ok maybe i wanted to share a bit of culture with u guys)

warnings/things to note: afab reader but no pronouns used, sodo says the L word (no not leprosy), talk about pregnancy (nothing happens though), he's a big goofball and doesn't understand humans' societal dating rules, slightly suggestive (he's getting baby fever due to his heat cycle approaching)

enjoy <3

word count: 944 ~

Sodo stared at you as you entered his room in the middle of the night, holding a bag. "I come bearing gifts!" you said triumphantly, causing him to crack a small smile. "What's that?" he asked, eyeing the contents of the bag. "Li hing gummy worms! You'll like it, it's tangy." you smile, tossing him the bag.

He caught the bag of gummy worms in one hand, his eyes narrowing to slits as he inspected the packaging before taking a worm out and sniffing it before nibbling on it. His eyes widened and it wasn't long until he shoved the rest of the candy into his mouth. "You're correct."

"You're welcome, ya goofball." you smiled, sitting next to him and holding out your palm. "May I have one?"

He nodded, tail swishing in satisfaction as he dug into the bag, dropping a red and blue worm into your palm.

"Wow, so generous," you joked sarcastically. "But thank you." You popped the sweet candy into your mouth, mouth instantly watering as the li hing powder coated your tongue.

Sodo continued devouring a few more gummies before he turned to you with a crooked smile. "I have a question."

"Yeah? What's up?"

His smile broadened as he watched you finished eating your gummy worm. "Marry me."

You blinked. "I- what?"

He didn't hesitate as he got down onto one knee and took out a black ring box. "Marry me." he repeated.

"Er... no thank you?" you answered hesitantly, looking puzzled. "What are... you doing?"

He didn't seem offended by your answer as he sat back on the couch next to you. "You don't want to marry me?" he asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity.

"Um, honey, we're not even dating."

His brows furrowed as he thought for a moment, nodding. "So... we're going to date first? When can we start? Now?"

His innocence caused you to laugh, shaking your head. "Oh, no, honey, that's not how this works."

He pouted but couldn't hold back a smile as he saw you laughing. "Then when do we start?"

You stared at him, letting out a chuckle as you shook your head. "Well, normally... someone asks the person they like to go somewhere together. Like dinner at a restaurant, coffee, even the fair."

Sodo's ghoulish tail started to wrap around your leg, pinning it to the seat. "So, you're saying I should ask you out on a date? Okay!" "W-Wha- slow down!" you laughed, nudging his tail off your leg.

He moved his tail out of the way but was soon replaced by his hand as he pulled you close to him. "So. Date, now. We go, yes?"

"No, not now! Sodo, I swear on everything unholy, it's 3am! And get your paw off my leg." you tugged at his loose sleeve, lifting his arm away.

He frowned, slowly letting go of you. "But... but I love you." he whined.

That statement caught you off-guard, feeling your cheeks turn pink. "Er... S-Sodo, you, uh... you don't say that right away."

He shrugged. "I didn't know the exact rules." He went silent for a moment, tapping his foot as he thought. After a moment, he figured it out, eyes lighting up. "So I should ask you out on a date, we go to dinner and then I say 'I love you'?"

You giggled at his silliness. "No, we're supposed to talk about ourselves at dinner, see if we're compatible for each other. That word doesn't come until later."

"Like... after we've kissed a few times and we both know each other's secret weaknesses?" He asked, confused.

"I... sure."

"Okay. So after that, I ask you to marry me again?"

"Sodo, hon. Listen." You grabbed his face gently. "Marriage doesn't happen that quick. It takes at least a year of dating."

His eyes flickered with confusion but nodded. "Okay, well... I'll ask you to marry me after our first date then. Okay?"

"Sodo. You can marry me later. After about, hm, one hundred dates and a few years." You said firmly.

"Ohh, so first date, then we ask to be engaged." His tail wagged slightly, his smile widening. "Is that right?"

"Ah, no." You shook your head. "Sodo, marriage doesn't come that quickly unless you want people to think you got me pregnant."

Sodo tilted his head, one of his eyebrows cocking upwards as a devious smile hint at his lips. "Is that a challenge, then?" Your eyes widened and you gasped, lightly hitting his harm. "Is that a yes, my dear?" his smile widened, moving his tail to snake around your waist. "Sodo, I'm not having kids!" "But I want some," he pleaded, giving you puppy-dog eyes. "Please?"

"I don't think a half-ghoul child is a good thing," you shook your head.

"Why not? Don't you want a little me running around to call your own?" He leaned closer, gently touching your cheek with his finger. "Our baby," he whispered.

What was wrong with him? He was never like this. Your eyes widened as you realized-- he was nearing his heat cycle.

"Does someone have baby fever? Is it because your heat should be coming soon?"

He grunted, leaning in and sniffing your neck. "Soon enough..." You rolled your eyes. Great, now he was being clingy. You put your hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him back. "Alright, that's enough."

"But you look so tasty... please... you smell delicious." he whined.

"I'm gonna lock you in my closet for two weeks again if you don't behave." you warned, which did the trick as he shot back up and cuddled a pillow instead, letting out a small hiss.

[lunerenzo]

Sweet Surprises

☆ Content. Mentions of pregnancy, reader being proposed too, fluff, reader is intended to be black, female reader, idk 🤷🏾‍♀️

☆ Note(s). I FINALLY FINISHED WRITING YAAAY! I got kinda lazy towards the end (a clear pattern at this point). I'm sorry this took so long life has been kicking me in the ass. Thank you guys for being so patient ♡.

☆ Word count. 682

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED, Enjoy!

The recording starts off with a black screen and shuffiling noises, after about a couple a seconds the video clears up to show a you. Sitting across from the camera in a dimly lit restaurant booth. "Jean, what are you doing?" "Shh, it's a surprise. Okay, what's your name?"

You look at him dumbfounded. "You're fuckin' with me, right?" He smacks you hand that lays on the table lightly. "Language, now answer the question. And look at the camera too." You scoff, rolling your eye's with a smile before doing as told, "My name is [first & last name], soon to be [name] kirstein...hopefully." "Alright." Jean says from behind the camera in a warning tone, you giggle. "Okay, next question, where are we right now?" The camera shifts upward a little to get a better view of you. "We are at [favorite restaurant]." "Why is it special to you?"

You smile fondly, the restaurant that you were sitting in currently is where Jean took you for you're first date and where he asked you, officialy, to be his girlfriend. "It's special to me because this is where i first fell in love with you." He smiles with warm eyes. "I love you too. Now how far along are you in you're pregnancy?" "About 5 months." "How old are you?" "Okay, why are you interro-" Before you could finish your sentence you hear someone, probably a restaurant employee, singing happy birthday off camera. Soon a plate with you favorite dessert was sat in front of you, Jean joins the server in singing happy birthday.

Let's just say it wasn't the greatest, but it was a sweet gesture. They clap as you blow out the candle. Your sever goes back to the kitchen as you inspect the plate. "Did you call in before hand? Cause there is no way they just decided to make this for me." you say lowly, looking at him suspiciously. "Don't worry about it." He takes one of your hands and kisses your knuckles softly. There was a slight tremble to his hold but you decided to pay no mind to it.

Looking back down at your plate you notice something written on it in chocolate and in cursive. Turning the plate slightly you see the words clear as day, 'will you marry me?', your eyes widen in shock. You stay like that for a minute or two before joyful tears well up in your eyes, hand slowly creeping up to cover wobbling lips.

You look up to find Jean holding open a black velvet box, a beautiful silver ring with a oval shaped moonstone in the middle, diamonds resting around it, sits in the middle. He smiles nervously as you take it all in. Tears stream down your cheeks once you've finally processed it. You shake your head before letting out a tear-choked "Yes." His eyes light up as he smiles harder, "Really?!" "Yes!" He practically jumps across the table as he kisses you, softly and affectionately. Putting the ring on your finger gently.

The 'play' button pops up as the recording ended. "Mommy pretty" your daughter, Nova, spoke with her mouth full, turning herself around in her chair. Golden eyes staring back at him, seeming brighter due to the early morning sunlight. He smiles softly, "I agree." "You made breakfast?" Jean whipped his head around to you.

Rubbing the sleep from your eye. A blanket wrapped around your shoulders, shielding you from the chill of the apartment. "Mommy!" Nova hopped down, giddly racing to you and hugging you. "G'morning.", you mumble. Jean stood up from his seat, walking over and kissing your cheek. "I already made your plate. Just go sit at the table." His hand on your lower back as he lead you to the table. As you shuffle to the table Nova follows you, telling you all about the video.

"I didn't know you recorded that." you said lowly as he places the plate in front of you. "I wanted to keep so i could remeber it perfectly." He kissed you cheek before sitting back down.

☆ Tags. @skepticxlvxeh @hobisims @magalimachete @conniesrockstargf @broken-tit4n @bleach-your-panties

☆ A/N. I kinda like this one actually. Jean is my baby daddy, like actually.

© 2023 lunerenzo, please don’t plagiarize or translate work.

[sanjisblackasswife]

Hey first off, GIRL YOUR WRITING IS GREAT AND I LOVE YOUR HEADCANONS, but anyways I wanted to request a gf headcanon Mihawk x black/mexican (I'm mixed) fem reader if that's okay. Please and thanks.

A/N: OH STAWP— ur too kind! And ofc :)❤️‍🔥 U didn’t specify sfw or nsfw so I’ll do both if that’s alright lol. Also alotta people been asking me to write for him so I gotchu. Enjoy!

Mihawk with a Mixed Girlfriend Headcanons (SFW/NSFW)

SFW

…so I like HC him as Part Hispanic too…so let’s pretend he is.

He’s so romantic??? But it’s not like intentionally romantic I mean he’ll do such sweet gestures without thought towards you and it’s really sweet

He actually enjoys having a GF that is a bit more cheery. It livens him up and makes him feel young so he says💀

He is so passive aggressive towards other men he doesn’t respect that is around you that seem a bit too close for comfort

And don’t get me started if y’all encounter some racist mfs

He takes you along on his trips if he ever leaves but he always wants to make sure you can fight so he trains you every once in a while with his “smallest blade”

You get flustered a lot because he’s very HANDS ON

Will wrap his arm around yours, breathing down your neck and poor boy doesn’t realize you’re not even paying attention you’re just enjoying his warmth and minty breath

Btw…mf smells AMAZING idc who said what he smells like Dr. Bonners Peppermint soap w a hint of expensive cologne

If you can speak Spanish he loves hearing you speak it he’s very open to learn about whatever culture you embrace

He also encourages you to embrace it

Ngl hes very blunt so do expect him to act it around you.

“I don’t understand why you don’t want to wear the dress just because your rolls are showing? You still look stunning.”

Like he’ll sound rude af sometimes but he means no harm😭

He’s not really into PDA he likes to keep his hands in his lap or free when he needs to draw his sword out.

IT IS VERY HARD TO FLUSTER HIM. The most you’ll get is a small smirk but he’s a very deadpanned man

You swear you saw him blush once when showing him the dress he got you but he denies it with his whole heart

You have met Shanks while with Mihawk and though Shanks kept flirting with you Mihawk didn’t care because he trusted you

No you did not flirt back

One of his favorite things is to do with you is bathe you for some reason. He loves seeing you wrap your hair up in a bun or scarf and sometimes he will join you and he will sip wine while he cleans you up or do it while sitting on the edge of the tub.

He enjoys seeing you bully Buggy.

If you give him a gift he may seem like doesn’t care but he has every single gift you ever gave him in a trunk

You’ve seen his porn book collection and yes he has given you some books to read so you both can discuss it together

He does that thing where as you’re talking he will move your hair behind your ear so he can see your face

Or just like adjust any clothing on you whether it’s your bra strap showing or your shirt

He subconsciously kisses your knuckles when he holds your hand

He has caught you wearing his hat and impersonating him in the mirror and he scared the shit out of you when he spoke up but he found it cute

Speaking of him scaring you the mf might be bigger than you but he creeps on you a lot

Like just pops tf out of no where it’s so random

He is the type that enjoys your company a lot so sometimes you both will be in his room or somewhere quiet just doing your own thing. As long as You’re there he is okay.

He doesn’t speak his feelings and his communication skills aren’t the greatest. he’s very hard to read especially when he probably isn’t feeling well so you have to guess a lot and sometimes it can be straining

Mihawk however can read you like a book and sometimes have even assisted you before you even felt bad? It was like he had some kinda 6th sense.

He calls you “little one” a lot

Alotta Head pats too

NSFW

This is a touch starved man.

He has had only less than a handful of lustful nights with women before he met you but they didn’t mean anything and very forgetful.

However since you’re his woman he does want to learn what you like so sometimes while you both talk about the latest books you’ve read he’ll ask you what part of the sex did you like. If you’re willing to ignore his casual bluntness the conversation can last smoothly

“So, you enjoyed reading how the male character bent his lover over and—“

“Yup! Yes I liked that alot.”

He attempts it and aces it.

Mihawk is an exceptional lover he learns fast and always studies your reactions when he has sex with you

His libido is actually quite high, he is also very blunt about it

The moment Perona is out the room or he has finished training Zoro he greets you with a kiss on the forehead

“Y/N would you like to have sex tonight before bed?”

..that’s as good as you’re ganna get with his dirty talk.

His body is so smooth? Like mf silk or something you always catch yourself rubbing his body when under him

He makes absolutely no noise.

His face does gets hot and he’ll bite his lip slightly watching you bounce on top of him but that’s all you get

There was like a few occurrences where he moaned out your name but it was so low you thought you miss heard

He loves your legs and neck. ALOT

If it was up to him He will spend his entire life between your thighs he loves the taste of you.

He’s very slow and calculated with his tongue movements he usually test out different pace to see what your body reacts to and goes with that

Speaking of he’s more interested in how what your body says than you

You’ll scream for him to go faster but the way your legs are already twitching and shaking from his deep slow thrust he keeps his same pace

And you’re grateful for that because you cum like a whore every single time

He doesn’t get caught up with how you look. If you’re hairy, have scars, cellulite, whatever he doesn’t care if you’re comfortable then that’s all that matters

His kisses are always so passionate and you always want him to kiss you more but he doesn’t ever want to get caught doing so so you Gatta suffer a little bit

No worries though because you can be as touchy as you want with him when you both are in bed

There has been times he went through sex without cumming once and when you found out you felt horrible and that maybe you didn’t feel good to him, however he explained to you that you felt more than amazing it’s just he likes to focus on making you satisfied rather himself

Yeah no you didn’t take that lightly so one night you offered to suck him off and then ride him. He didn’t oppose but he still wanted to make sure your pleasure came into play

Don’t worry it did he fingered you as you sucked his cock it was a great time

Mihawk does have a bit of an obsession with heels. He loves seeing you wear them and if you ever decide to do so with no clothes on he may MAY feel like going feral

He doesn’t like when you cover your mouth he wants to HEAR you

If you’re up for it he’ll kiss and lick your toes up to your cunt and eat you like that. He’s done it once and it was so attractive because his gaze never left yours

[nyctophiliq]

I’m absolutely in love with your theme and think we should talk abt Jill rn.

So if you wouldn’t mind me requesting a Jill smut and you could just surprise me… 👀👀

✮ — BACK OF THE HELICOPTER ; jill valentine

SYNOPSIS . . . ( happening right after the end of resident evil 3 remake ) raccoon city is now just piles of ashes and the further the helicopter gets jill’s pent-up stress over what happened is tipping her over the edge. she can’t keep her hands to herself, so much for keeping it professional until things cool down. MINORS DNI. . . afab reader, nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, carlos is in his own world, jill is pushing every boundary that exists, public sex, fingering, usage of pet names, finger sucking, mouth stuffing, 

wc ; 1,58 k

MOSS' NOTES . . .  okay look, just roll with this because this is the peak moss wants to climb up to with every fic, so hope you enjoy this kylie !!! we are all just whores for jill, a couple of sluts 🤭

you sat on the other side of the helicopter, giving space for jill to recover from the loss of her town and the blast that ended it all. carlos asked something from her but you couldn’t understand it as your attention was on your girlfriend, following her eyes and observing how her fingers fiddled around with wet wipes, cleaning them slowly. you rubbed your knuckles as you watched her, suddenly having the urge to reach out for her and shake her out of her trance but you got anxious halfway, pulling your arm back to your sides.

“can you give me one more?” she didn’t look at you as she requested, she just continued to stare out of the window while her hand was pushing you to take the dirty one and change it out for a clean one. you nodded as you reached for the box of wet wipes before handing it to her and she took it from you, but her other hand came up to grasp your other hand.

she finally looked at you, her pupils jumping back and forth between constricting and dilating as the whites of her eyes became darker, deep wine blood vessels popping. “scoot over, i’ll help you get cleaned.” her tone was insisting alongside her grasp and you couldn’t say no, so you nodded your head as you unbuckled yourself and shifted to sit next to her.

“we are gonna settle down for a while,” jill started as she took the box from you, pulled out a wipe, and started to clean your cheek. “let you take a clean break while i make my plan, okay?” she took a split moment to take a glance at your whole face before her focus fell back on the blood and dirt under your eyes. you nodded, setting your hands on your lap, letting jill talk while getting comfortable in the otherwise hard and itchy seat you sat in.

the silence was eating you as she tidied your face up, angling your face as she pleased to check if there was anything that she left on you. “alright, can you help me now?” jill asked, letting go of you and throwing the dirty wipes onto the floor of the aircraft, handing you the box. “sure.” you took it without protest, taking a couple of wipes out and moved closer to her, and began to take care of the filth on her face.

once again the tight room and the quiet were killing you, the buzzing of the helicopter being a horrible background noise. you took a deep breath as you pulled away, and gulped when jill’s arm snaked around your waist and brought you closer to herself.

“this whole thing was… nerve-racking,” she murmurs, her head falling onto your shoulder while the hand that wrapped around your waist slipped down to your hip, her fingers digging under your pants’ buckle. you nodded, taking in a shaky breath, “the matter is that it’s o-over.” you stuttered, your eyes jumping back and forth between her hand and her face as she clumsily starts undoing the buckle.

you cleared your throat, pushing yourself further up on the seat, “are you sure this is a g-good idea?” you mumble when she loosens your belt, now having free access to the button of your pants. she chuckles against your skin, her fingers playing around before undoing the pin and pushing the two rims apart. she caresses the underside of your belly, moving closer to you as she does so before her hand glide between your underwear and pants.

“you don’t have to worry this guy is…” she trailed off, her other hand coming to push some hair out of the way that was covering your ear. her head’s weight disappears from your shoulder, her hot breath hitting the shell of your ear, following up her previous sentence, “in over his head, he will never notice.”

she might have been right and as of the moment, you couldn’t even argue otherwise with her, not when her fingers were rubbing up against your clothed clit. your breath hitches as she starts moving her hand, the familiar feeling of pleasure tensing up in your stomach as she plays with you. “fuck, jill, d-don’t tease m-me, please.” you exhale, shakily so as one of your hands grips into the edge of the seat while the other lands on jill’s thigh, gripping so hard your knuckles turn white.

it was embarrassing how excited you were from only just a little, from the mere thought of jill’s fingers inside of you. even the slightest of touches alarmed your nerves, your brain shooting a lightning-like signal right to your core when her lips ghosted on the thin skin of your neck. you could feel it, your arousal trickling out of your aching hole as she touched you

“can you keep quiet for me, hm, sweet girl?” she asks as her fingers climb under your panties, collecting your pooling wetness and teasing your eager entrance. your head hangs, trying to gather your words and not let the special attention that your girlfriend was providing you let you slip. “y-yes! no, n-no…” you shake your head in defeat, there was no way you could keep your moans to a minimum or at least be quiet.

“it’s alright, just open your mouth,” she cooed, her other hand coming up under your chin and offering up two of her fingers. without protesting you open your mouth, letting her fingers settle on your tongue before closing your lips. “there you go, keep them nice and warm, bite if you have to.” she hums, without warning pushing her finger inside of you and close following with a second. you slip down on your seat, your hip bucking up into her palm when she starts to pump her finger in and out of you with a slow, tortuous pace.

the squelching sounds are barely covered by the loud noise the helicopter makes and thank god for jill’s fingers stuffed into your mouth, muffling your lewd sounds. you breathe in and out through your nose,  sucking the digits inside of your mouth as much as possible to try to relieve some of the pressure you were feeling from the pressure building up in you.

“jill…” you whined, your hips lifting off of the seat as she added another finger. “i’m g-gonna come, s-stop….” you whimpered, trying to mumble around her fingers but it only came out as incoherent noises, which jill seems to find hilarious because she chuckled lowly.

“what was that? i’m sorry, sweetheart, what did you say?” jill asked as her thumb continued to rub circles against your clit.

you panted, your body wracked with shivers at the sensation of her fingernails scratching against the sensitive flesh on your sex. “w-wait, j-jill…” you begged, tugging at the material of her pants. she didn't reply, squeezing harder on your clit as you felt an intense heat rushing through your entire body.

your arms came up to wrap around her neck, pulling her closer as you tried to press your pelvis against her hand, but she just kept going, keeping her pace slow until finally, finally, she gave you the release that you needed, arching your back as you cried out with your name. 

you collapsed back against the seat as your body went limp, releasing all the tension in you as the orgasm passed through you and it felt like you haven't had one in years. you felt her fingers withdraw from you as she pulled away from you, leaning against the cold metal of the helicopter. a low whine escaped your throat as you curled up against the seat, not wanting to move an inch.

your breathing was still heavy as you struggled to calm yourself down, your body sore as hell after your release. your heart started to beat faster and faster in your chest as you felt jill’s gaze on you, but you refused to look up. "you did real good, just amazing baby." she mutters as she glances at her fingers, playing with your sticky heat covering it, stretching and watching it fall like a spider web heavy with water, comparing it with her other fingers that were in your mouth.

"oh my fucking god," you whispered, wiping your forehead as you tried to get yourself together. "did we really just did this?" you asked, a smirk making its way back on her face as she leaned back to sit next to you. "not like you didn't like it..." she mocks you as she opens her mouth wider, putting her fingers in one by one, cleaning them off with her tongue.

you scoff and roll your eyes, pulling your legs up and resting your cheek on your knee as you watched your girlfriend lick herself clean.

you knew she was teasing you but it doesn't make you feel better as your cheeks turned into a bright red shade of blush. she giggled behind her hand, her smile growing wider as she looked at you, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "you know…" she trailed, her voice trailing off as you slowly raised your gaze up towards her and you froze, watching her stare intensely at your lips before dropping her gaze down to your lips.

"uh...?" you breathed out, feeling completely lost at what she was going to do.

“you will have to pay me back, later, i don't take no for an answer."

[prettyjunk]

꩜ flesh for fantasy ꩜

pairing: izzy stradlin x reader

warnings: nsfw/+18.

summary: izzy and you go out, and you make him leave early. the rest is history !

a/n: first fic!! hopefully it’s alright:)

requests are open!!

.✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧

“—You know what I mean?”

You nodded. For a while, you were just staring at him consumed by your thoughts— inner teenager thoughts, and you couldn't bring yourself to pay attention to what your friend was saying.

"Yeah, totally." Duff gave you a satisfied smile; thinking you agreed with his point of view on... Whatever he was ranting about, and left the couch you three were sitting on.

The place was cold. It was mid november, and not even 100 people on a house that was meant for 6 could keep you from putting your hands between your thighs looking for warmth. The crowd only helped with making the little house smell worse.

"Can I ask you why you felt the need to come here tonight, Iz?" You rested your head on his shoulder, glancing at him over your long lashes.

"Can't tell ya'. I don't know that myself." He took a sip from the red cup on his hand, looking down on you and giving you a quick grin. "Regretting it?"

You shook your head, grabbing his hand and playing with his ring covered fingers. "Not really. Just bored. And cold."

"Give it a while, baby. It’s still early, things get interesting after one." He patted your thigh and got up from the couch, not letting go of your hand so you'd follow him. "Sometimes two."

You pouted, and he laughed. Izzy wasn't really good at catching hints (or so you thought), and you clearly failed to show him you wanted to leave and do something else. Something very specific.

The night went by, and you'd find yourself fantasizing about a guy that was right next to you. He kept himself busy talking to a bunch of people about a bunch of nonsense— drugs, music, and whatever was going on with MTV. As time passed you grew more and more impatient, staring at him with big doe eyes hoping he'd look at you and fuck you stupid in his car.

He didn't.

But funny enough, he would unconsciously encourage your dirty thoughts with small actions; hands always on your waist, caressing it while chatting with his friends, whispering things in your ear out of nowhere, and putting more cologne on than usual before coming.

"What's up?" Izzy looked down to you when he noticed you were weirdly quiet.

You gave him a dirty look. "Now you wanna' know?"

He grinned. "You think I don't know?"

You looked up to find a smirk on his lips. He tilted his head when you didn't answer, raising his hand to your chin to stroke it with his thumb. This had happened so many times, yet you always found yourself surprised when it did.

"Your neediness is not slip, sweetheart." He whispered, lowering to your height. "Pouting, crossing your legs, almost whimpering every time you'd feel my touch—" You frowned and stepped away.

Bastard.

"You're awful."

"And yet you're begging for me."

You shook your head, and started walking away. You heard Izzy say loud goodbyes, and you sped up to the car. Neither of you said anything as you walked to the car. Your arms were crossed— both from the cold and the brattiness. He wanted to tease? Fine. You could play along.

On the car ride back home, Izzy placed his hand on your thigh, stroking it swiftly with his fingers and tapping it to the rhythm of an unknown blues song that played quietly on the old car's radio. As he did so, an idea popped into your head, and you unbuckled your seatbelt.

"You know," You spoke, quickly gaining his attention when you moved your hand to the waist band of his pants, slowly unbuttoning them. "Whenever i get worked up on a public place, I can't really help myself from thinking of you like this." When you started palming him, he was quick to tighten the grip around the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. “Taking you to the car, and jerk you off slowly. I have to squeeze my thighs together so I can try and calm myself down. But it doesn't work as well as your fingers, Iz."

His jaw was so clenched to the point where it looked sharp, and his breathing got slightly quicker. Izzy wouldn't take his eyes of the road, even when his face burned from your staring.

And he still tried to look unbothered.

"Careful, sweetheart.” He gritted through his teeth when you started palming him through his boxers, your touch being so gentle and light over his hard-on.

"I just want you to feel like I feel." You whined, getting closer to him, so you could whisper in his ear. "I want to tease you the way you tease me." Your hand slipped past his boxers and worked up and down his length a couple times, smiling at his annoyed face while he drove.

"You don't get to do that."

You smirked. "Alright then." You gave him a peck on his cheek, and leaned back to sit the way you were supposed to, leaving him unattended and with his pants unbuttoned.

Izzy turned his head to face you with a confused look on his face, and you couldn't help but giggle. He shook his head— tongue on his cheek, and he looked at you. “Eyes on the road, baby.” You forced him to turn his head with your hand.

He left the car as soon as he parked it in front of his house, almost running to get the door and leave you behind. You took your time, going through your purse pretending to look for something just to mess with him.

It was a game you both often played— who could tease longer without losing their mind?

When you stepped a foot into the house, he grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, kissing you like he had been starved for weeks.

"Funny how tables turn, huh?" You teased in between kisses, grabbing his cheeks with your hands to get him closer to you as you stood on your tippy-toes.

Izzy didn't respond; he didn't intend to. He had a big ego— bigger than most people could tell, but he knew his place most of the time. This time, you won.

You started walking towards the couch, making him walk backwards, completely having to trust the fact that you wouldn't throw him into the floor. Not that he wouldn't like that; he would fuck you wherever/whenever, but his back would pay later. Before throwing him into the couch you lifted his shirt and threw it to the floor, feeling like it was a waste to also take his pants off if they were half down anyway.

"Don't get too excited." He mewled into your mouth when you straddled him, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him. "I'm just letting you have some fun."

"Is that so?" You teased, tracing your fingers down his chest painfully slow. "I don't think you mean that." When he looked back at you, you were quick to smirk and lower yourself down to his neck, kissing and biting whatever you lips could find. Even after a long day, you could still smell Izzy's cheap cologne on his neck, and a slight scent of the marlboro reds that are now far gone.

Instead of gliding your hand down into his pants, you shifted yourself on top of his bulge, moving your hips forward and back painfully slow as you felt his breathing hitch.

Izzy groaned and you quickly left his neck to kiss him again, involving yourself in a deep intoxicating kiss. It was wet; it being the only sound that echoed the house plus your quiet noises. You constantly whimpered in his mouth, and that made him go crazy.

It was a signal that you finally gave up on the control, and just wanted to have him; any way you could have him. As much as he enjoyed watch you take the lead and try to mimic his actions, Izzy liked you better beneath him; big puppy eyes begging for something— anything he could give you.

“This," Izzy broke the kiss without separating himself from you, your lips rubbing against his the same as your hips. "We could be doing anywhere, darling." He laid his thumb on your lips, caressing it. He swiftly smiled when he noticed how swollen they'd gotten in such little time.

Following his action, his hand travelled down your body expertly until getting between your legs, quickly lifting your skirt and sneaking his fingers below your underwear, introducing two fingers with no warning.

His smirk grew unholy as soon as he felt how wet you were. "However, this—" He spoke softly, but in an insufferable tone. "Actually, I take it back. I bet that you would fuck yourself with my fingers anywhere if I let you." You rolled your eyes as a response; hiding the fact that his words were having an effect on you, and he answered by circling your clit with his thumb, quickly shutting your brattiness up. "Isn’t that so?"

You shook your head, starting to move your waist with his fingers to try and get more— reach deeper. He introduced another finger as he spoke, using his other hand to keep your hair away from your face so he could study your features; the way you're falling apart beneath his touch. "Right. because to everyone, you're this pretty little girl; so sweet and innocent." He moved his hand to the sweet spot behind your ear, caressing it and earning a whimper from you. "But to me," Izzy whispered and you interrupted him with your moans as they got higher, shutting your eyes up and grabbing his shoulders tightly. He got carried away watching you— the way your nose flickered when the waves of pleasure hit you over and over again.

You were close, so painfully near the edge—

"Izzy!'

You cried out when you felt the lack of his touch. You opened your eyes to find him smirking, attentive to what your response would be. You whined, tilting your head back and unconsciously pouting your lips as you frantically moved your hips looking for friction. He was quick to steady then with his hands.

"You didn't think it was gonna be that easy, did you?" You did. you always fell for it— a sick game that he enjoys so much when he does it, but is quick to shut down when it's his turn. “Plus, its payback."

You scoffed. "You’ve had me waiting all night."

"Wait a little longer. You know I like to take my time." He ran his hands along your naked legs, and proceeded to take off your skirt and underwear. You lifted yourself up from his lap to do so and took off your shirt as well, as he grabbed a condom from his pants. He took this an opportunity to pin you below him, and finally have you completely helpless below him. The lights were dim, and you looked completely angelic beneath his shadow; cheeks flushed and teary eyes stained with mascara around them.

He ran a hand down your cheek before positioning himself. You sweetly smiled at him— even when teasing the shit out of you, he took care of you. He was gentle even when he was trying to be mean. "What's in your mind?" Izzy interrupted your thoughts when he noticed you were smiling all of the sudden while looking at him.

"Nothing." You lifted yourself up and kissed him, locking your hands around his neck. "I love you, you know."

His gaze softened. "I love you. But I wanna fuck you more."

You quietly scoffed and opened your mouth to say something, but he shut you up with the tip of his cock. Even after months and months of this very same routine— it took adjusting.

You mewled and dragged him down to kiss you again, deepening the kiss as much as you could while he steadied himself inside you, slowly. "Alright?" You nodded, opening your doe eyes to let him know that he could move. And he did, toying with your tits to make you put the burn of your bodies behind and make you drown in pleasure.

Because that's the part Izzy liked the most. Watch you unravel; hear you fall apart. It was intoxicating— his own private show. And it was the only time where his mind would forget about everything else, a feeling not even junk and booze could bring him. Everything came down to you. Your smell, the way your whimpers bounced on the walls, and the redness of your cheeks when he talked you through it.

"That's it, look at you." He praised when your eyebrows furrowed as he started to speed up the pace, exhaling at the same time you sharply inhaled. You buried your fingernails in the skin of his back, earning a deep groan from him that made you clench, so he laughed. "You feel so fucking good, so fucking—" He hid himself on the crook of your neck, hiding his moans below your hair. You grabbed a handful of his to make him kiss you, hot breath clouding all your senses.

"Izzy." You whined lowly, giving him a warning that you were close. You didn't even need to say it, he could tell by the way you spoke and how your thighs were shaking beneath his palms.

"I know, baby, I know. let go."

And you did. Who were you to disobey him?

Without meaning to you broke the kiss, but not the distance between you two. He lowered his fingers to your clit, circling it to the rhythm of his thrusts and you felt ecstasy fill all your senses. You threw your head back, and even in the middle of your drowning you felt him come down with you too. He threw his hand above your hand grabbing the couch hard enough to break it, and it all came down to one thing.

And after a few more seconds, he collapsed on top of you, breathing harshly; intoxicated by your smell. You rested for a couple seconds before caressing his hair gently, kissing whatever piece of flesh your lips could find. He purred and kissed your neck, feeling your heartbeat slowly go back to normal.

"Darling," He mumbled on the crook of your neck. You hummed. "I forgot my fucking jacket."

You giggled and sighed. "Really?" Izzy nodded.

"I really liked that jacket."

"Okay." You moved to rest on your shoulders, trying to get up so you could dress yourself up and go to the car, only to fall on your back again because of the overstimulating sensation between your legs.

He laughed, lifting himself up slightly. "'M still inside you, you know." You whimpered.

"I didn’t know."

He shook his head. "I prefer this over my jacket."

[cinemastyles-blog]

Come On, You Got It.

Summary: an anon request on Wattpad - "Personal trainer Harry???"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, oral (both), finishing in readers mouth, fingering, squirting, hair pulling, choking, filth

BOXER HARRY

"Come on, love. Give me a few more then we can take a break." Harry says as he leans around the punching bag, "You got it. Just a few more, please."

You sigh and drops your glove covered hands to your sides, "I'm tired, Harry."

He chuckles at your whining and shakes his head, "Fine. Go get some water."

You smirk as you undo the Velcro with your teeth and it makes Harry's eyebrow twitch. He runs his hand over his face as he walks over to grab his white boxing gloves off of the bench.

You walk over, sitting down as you grab your water bottle. Your eyes stay on him as he moves over to in front of you, "Can you wrap my hands?"

You know damn well Harry can wrap his own hands, but you don't argue. You grab the wrap from his grasp and move his hand to how you want it.

You've been training with Harry for months now, and you kinda of have a thing for him, so you know exactly how he likes it done.

"You're a fast learner." He jokes as his eyes follow your hands. You glance up at him and his eyes meet yours, "Only been doing this for how long."

He smirks as he brings his wrapped hand up, inspecting it, "Damn near perfect."

You scoff, "That is perfect."

"I know." Harry hands you his gloves to help him get them on, "I just like getting you riled up." He winks and you can feel your face get warmer, "Shut up."

"Make me."

Your head snaps upward and you sigh, "I could kick your ass any day." You squeeze your water bottle, squirting water in your mouth.

He watches as water dribbles down your chin and he quickly wipes it away with his thumb, "I'd like to see you try."

——

"Come on, y/n." Harry walks around the bag, admiring your punches, "You got it. Jab cross, jab cross cross." He nods in approval and grabs the bag, holding it still.

You step back, wiping sweat from your forehead onto your arm, "How was that?" He leans out around and smirks, "Good, that was good. But.."

You tilt your head as you take your gloves off, "What?"

He steps out from behind the bag and crosses his arms, "Still don't think you can beat me."

You raise your eyebrows, "Mm. I see."

"What?" He laughs as you walk to grab your water, "Come on. Loser buys dinner."

You turn to look at him before putting your gloves back on, "You are so on, Styles."

He grabs his gloves, putting them back and walking over to the mat, "C'mon." You smirk as you walk over, standing infront of him, "Ready to lose?"

He tilts his head and shrugs, "I should be asking you that."

You both get ready, moving around in a circle as you wait for your moment to strike. You used the combos that you learned today and end up popping him right in the nose.

By total accident.

"Oh my god.. are you okay?" You rest your glove over your lips as you step towards a doubled over Harry, "Hey I'm so- whoa!" You let out a slight scream as Harry flips you, pinning you to the ground.

His body is slightly pressing against yours and you look at him from over your shoulder, "Hey now."

He rolls you over onto your back and pins your arms down by your biceps, "Hey now." He says in a mocking tone which makes you laugh.

His eyes move over your face as he licks his lips and smiles, "So whats for dinner?"

"A knuckle sandwich if you don't let me up." You fight back a smirk but fail as he helps you stand up. You take your gloves off and unwrap your hands as you think, "Whatever you want is fine with me."

He nods, "I'll think about that while I shower."

You bite your lip and nod as you bend down to grab your bag, "Alright." You look at him with a smile before you disappear into the locker room to shower.

The whole time, the thought of you and Harry being the only ones in the gym settles into your mind.

You push them away but each time they come back, they're stronger and dirtier than the last.

You walk out, drying your hair off with a towel.

"About time." Harry says with an over exaggerated groan, "I'm starving out here." You laugh, "Sorry. I wanted to make sure I didn't stink like sweat."

He laughs, "Girls and their long ass showers."

"Hey. Can't hate it if you haven't tried it."

"What? A shower with you?" He raises his eyebrows and it causes you to stumble over your words, "Wh- no i di- not what I meant, Harry."

"Again. I just like to get you going." He chuckles and throws his bag over his shoulder, "I just have to stop over here at my office quick, so just give me a sec."

I nod and follow him over, watching as he sits down at his desk. His fingers tap the top as he tries to remember why he went in there.

"What are you looking for?" You ask as you lean against the door frame. He blows out air and leans back in his chair, "Come here."

Your heart starts beating fast as you step in and walk over to him, "What's up?"

He bites his lips and looks up at you, "So.." he laughs slightly and shakes his head, "Nothing, we can, uh. We can just go get dinner."

He stands up and you put your hand on his chest, "No. Finish what you were going to say."

He looks down at your hand planted flat on his chest and back up to you, "I want you."

His words make you freeze for a moment, but only because you were sure if he'd ever go for you, he is your trainer and all.

"Really?" You bite your lip and slowly slide your hand down his chest, slipping your fingers into the band of his shorts, "Because I want you, too."

In a quick motion, he spins you and sets you on his desk, "Glad we feel the same." He pulls your shorts and panties to the side, slowly slipping two fingers into you as he watches your face scrunch up with pleasure.

He slides his other hand up and grabs the back of your neck, "You're so fucking hot." He crashes his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans as he thrusts his fingers in and out quickly.

"Fuck, fuck. Yes yes yes." You whine out as you push your chest forward.

"Fuckin' hell. Thats it, baby." Harry groans as he watches the liquid drip from his hand and off your body onto the floor, "Never had anyone do that before."

He looks at you with a proud expression, "That was fucking perfect." His lips find their way to yours but he quickly kisses down your next and drops to his knees with a grunt, "need to see if you taste as sweet as you look."

He hooks his arms under your thighs, holding your shorts and panties to the side as he just goes for it. You throw your head back, moaning as you rest your hand on the back of his head, "Fuck, Harry."

He hums as he works his tongue in and out of your pussy, causing you to gasp and move your hips forward, "Shit, h-Harry."

Your legs lock over his shoulders and he has a tight grasp on your thighs keeping them spread as he devours you.

"I'm gonna cum.." you announce in a breathless whisper, "Shi-" you let out a loud moan, knocking stuff over as you grasp the edge of the desk.

Harry continues to eat you out through the high of your orgasm, causing your legs to shake and jolt with each time his nose bumps your clit.

He leans back, looking up at you as he continues to grip your thighs, "You taste heavenly, baby."

He moves one leg off your shoulder, kissing up to your knee as he sets it down and he gives your other leg the same treatment before standing up.

He slips his shirt off, now, you've seen Harry shirtless multiple times, but it never fails to take your breath away.

You lick your lips, still panting from the tap orgasms back to back, "You are so fucking hot."

He smirks as he pushes his sweats down, "Yeah?"

You nod and reach out for him to come closer. He smiles and moves in, resting his thumb and pointer on your chin, "Pretty sexy yourself, love."

You slip your fingers into the band of his boxers as he kisses you. You slowly pull them down and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping slowly as you make out.

"Gonna get it wet for me?" He asks smirking against your lips. You smirk back and nod, "Of course."

He steps back, helping you down off the desk before he  rests against the desk. You kiss down his chest, over his torso, and down the one v-line until your chin rests on his cock.

You plant little kisses from the base of his cock to the tip and wrap your lips around. Harry is in awe watching you so what you're doing, he doesn't say another word.

He just moans, slightly loud as you start bobbing your head in a steady rhythm. His hand rests gently on the back of your head, but pushes every so often to tell you he wants you to take him all in.

You take a deep breath through your nose and relax as much as you can before sinking your head all the way down on him.

"F-fuck, thats.." he groans and tilts his head back, "That's it."

You pull off, a string of saliva connecting you to his cock from your bottom lip. He looks down, bringing his hand around to swipe it away, "Up."

You move to your feet and he pulls you into him, kissing you roughly as he spins you around, planting you on the edge of his desk, "Thought about this the moment I seen you throwing those punches."

You smile and bring one foot up to rest on the desk, "Mm." He pushes your shorts and panties to the side and nods, "You're a fucking natural out there."

His compliment makes you blush slightly but that's quickly forget as he slips the head of his cock past your folds and into you. You gasp, digging your nails into his shoulder, "Harry."

He licks his lips before parting them, watching as his cock disappears inside of you fully. Your eyes roll shut and you moan out at him stretching you, "So big."

He smirks and grabs a handful of your hair, "You like that, huh?"

You try to nod, but the grip Harry has makes you unable to, "So fucking much."

He pulls his cock out slowly before thrusting back in, quickly building up to a harsh, but very pleasurable speed.

"Fuck." Harry groans and grips your throat with his other hand and pushes his cock fully into you, "You're going to make me cum."

That comment makes you feel incredible.

He shakes his head, smiling as he leans down to kiss you. His hand that's holding your hair, moves to hook under your thigh, bringing it up to his bicep.

He starts thrusting again, squeezing your throat slowly as he watches your face, "Does that feel good?" He rests his forehead against your temple and you whimper out a quiet, "Mhm."

"Where do you want me to cum?" He leans back, letting go of your neck, "I'm close." His thrusts slow down a little and you lay a hand on his arm that's holding your leg, "Mouth."

He moans as he pictures you on your knees, cum on your tongue and he pulls out, "Fuck, okay. Okay."

You move down to the floor, resting on your calves as you stick your tongue out, waiting for him. He jerks his cock a few times, moaning out as he watches it pool onto your tongue, sliding back towards your throat.

"Such a pretty girl." He breathes out and taps his cock on your lips as you close them to swallow. He stares down at you, smirking as you stick your tongue back out to show him that it's gone.

"Dirty girl, too." He smirks and rubs your cheek with his thumb, "Come on. I'll buy dinner tonight." He winks and helps you stand up.

He pulls you in by your waist and kisses you. You smile and laugh slightly against his lips, "Before we do that, I need to change."

"Oh yeah?" He chuckle, "Why's that?"

You roll your eyes and push his shoulder gently, "You know exactly why, Mr. Styles." You walk over and grab your bag, shuffling through to grab a new pair of panties and shorts, "Could have just taken them off."

He shrugs, "I'll take them off next time."

——

Thank you for the request and thank you for being so patient. Hope you liked it!

[guzmapkmn-archive]

bring me back to life

ও word count: 1,953

ও relationship(s): pre cirrus/guzma

ও warnings: brief implied self harm and violence, blood

ও summary: cirrus takes care of guzma after the disaster that is the iki town festival tournament.

ও notes: fun fact I started this last september. everyone is so proud of me and my ability to finish writing fics in a timely manner <3

ok to rb!!

Tonight was the festival - the "Full Force Festival'' as people called it. A stupid name, in Cirrus's opinion, but to be honest, it didn't care enough about it to poke fun. 

After the news of the beachfront grunts' defeat, Guzma was in a worse mood than usual. He had gripped the armrests of his chair so hard his knuckles turned white, and Cirrus worried the stuffing would pop out. "Hey." It patted Guzma's arm in an attempt to be reassuring. "Don't worry, Guz. The Slowpoke tail stall is getting set up now. There's no way that kid'll get away."

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say, as Guzma slammed his fist into the chair, mouth twisted in seething anger. "A fuckin' kid, C," he groaned. "Wasn't even me that got beat and I feel like I can't show my face. Who the fuck does he think he is?"

"Well, he won't be anything once he gets beat."

This seemed to placate Guzma, as he sat back with his chin in his hand. "Yeah. You're right. He won't be, not after I'm done with him," he said thoughtfully.

The plan was all set up, with A, as he dubbed himself, taking part in the competition for something-or-other, and a group of other grunts manning a popup food stall just in case. But… the beachfront grunts were strong, and according to them, the kid had beat them like it was nothing. Cirrus was reluctant to voice its concerns out loud, but for everyone's sake, it wanted to be 200% sure of their success.

"Why don't I head down there, just to keep an eye on things? Not that I think there will be any problems," (it did), "but, ya know. Just in case. Couldn't hurt," Cirrus suggested.

"No," Guzma said after a beat of silence, hopping to his feet. "You stay here. I'm goin' to crush that kid. Won't even take a minute. I'll be back before ya know it."

"Oh," Cirrus said. It was honestly surprised that Guzma hadn't ordered it or Plumeria to go help out earlier. Leaving something this important in the hands of a bunch of grunts wasn't always the best idea, but Guzma rarely got so directly involved. This must have been bothering him more than he let on, to decide to go to the festival himself. "Uh, okay. Are you sure? It'd be no trouble for me-"

"You can't always count on other people to do your dirty work for ya. I need to destroy him myself. Make sure it's done right." 

He left before Cirrus could say anything further, leaving it alone in his room.

"Ugh. Typical," it grumbled, flopping down in Guzma's chair and swinging its legs over the side. As much as it didn't want to go to the festival, being left alone while everyone else was there, even for business, was even worse. It just hoped Guzma wouldn't do anything stupid.

~~~~~~~

The next thing Cirrus heard was a frantic clamor coming from the downstairs of the mansion, a cacophony of shouting and yelling that awoke it from its accidental slumber. Shaking its head in an attempt to dislodge the sleep that still clung to its eyes, it was about to make its way to the door, but was interrupted by a grunt swinging open with enough force to make it jump. Well, this is definitely Not Good.

The grunt wrung her hands, shifting her weight from food to foot nervously. “C-Cirrus!!” she wailed upon spotting it, looking as if she might burst into tears at any second. Oh dear. “Hey, hey, take a breath, alright?” Cirrus stumbled down the stairs and across the room, gently ushering the grunt out of the room. All of the remaining fatigue had faded with the commotion, and was now replaced with worry. “What happened?” it asked once they were outside.

"I… Th-the boss is hurt, and…!" 

Wait… Guzma was hurt? It was just supposed to be a battle tournament, right? And he wasn’t even the one competing…

"Where is he?"

"Downstairs, A just brought him in, but… but…” she trailed off, and Cirrus pressed its lips together.

“Shit. Okay. Thank you.” Cirrus hated to leave her here when she was upset, and reached out to squeeze her shoulder in what it hoped was a reassuring gesture before running down the stairs.

~~~~~~~

The ruckus downstairs had mostly quieted down as Cirrus arrived, save for A and Guzma loudly arguing. A’s mouth snapped shut once he noticed Cirrus, staring at it from over Guzma’s shoulder, with the taller man following suit, turning around to give Cirrus a clear look at the blood dripping from his forehead and the bent and smashed sunglasses in his clenched fist.

The worry that had been welling in Cirrus’s chest bloomed into anxiety as it took in the scene in front of it, with Guzma refusing to look it in the eyes, and the way the dim light in the mansion reflected off the shards of glass from the shattered sunglasses that were embedded in his forehead, and the blood dyeing the tips of his bangs red. If only it had pushed harder for Guzma to let it go instead… this wouldn't be happening.

“Guzma,” it said quietly, waiting until said man crossed his arms and began stomping his way towards it to head towards the bathroom upstairs.

Cirrus sighed as it shut the door behind them, frustrated, worried, exhausted… “I’m not even going to ask.”

“Good,” Guzma spat out, waving away Cirrus’s hands as it attempted to help him onto the counter.

A scowl had crept its way up Guzma's face in the few seconds it took Cirrus to grab the first aid kit from under the sink, with an angry crease forming on his brow.

"Hey. Quit it with the grumpy face, you're making my job a lot harder."

Guzma huffed, but smoothed out his scowl, allowing Cirrus to tilt his head up and carefully pick out the remaining shards of glass from his wound. It worked in silence, only uttering a quiet sorry when Guzma flinched back, hissing through his teeth.

The room was thick with a palpable tension that Cirrus tried hard to ignore as it dabbed at the now dry blood that had dripped down Guzma's face. It knew how destructive Guzma got when he was angry - had seen the aftermath of his rage firsthand - but he had never done anything like this to himself. At least, not that Cirrus knew of.

Something was up, something had happened, but Cirrus didn't want to pry, especially so soon. Besides, the chance of Guzma opening up so easily was slim to none.

Resisting the urge to sigh again, Cirrus took the gauze and bandages it had set aside and pressed them to the wound, making sure they wouldn't fall off the second it let go. "There we go," it said, brushing Guzma's hair back over his forehead, "good as new!"

"Thanks…" Guzma muttered, tugging at his bangs. With the admittedly amateur doctoring complete, Cirrus was able to take a step back to truly take in the other man's disheveled state, with his shoulders drooping and the bags under his eyes darker than normal.

"Guz… Maybe you should get some rest, yeah?" Cirrus suggested. It didn't know when the last time he slept properly was, but it couldn't have been recently. "'M fine." Guzma rubbed at his eyes almost aggressively, as if trying to clear the obvious heaviness from them. "'Sides, I didn't get the chance to heal Golisopod or Masquerain after the battle, 'n I gotta do that first." He had grimaced for a brief moment at the mention of the festival, but broke out into a yawn.

"I can do that. You look dead on your feet. Go to bed."

"I toldja I'm fine-"

"I'll go take care of them. You go take care of yourself," Cirrus said firmly, leaving no room for arguing. It held out its hand expectantly, raising its eyebrows when Guzma crossed his arms. "Fine," he said, reaching in his pocket for the pokéballs and placing them in Cirrus's outstretched hand. "Thank you. Now go rest," it stressed. "Or I swear to Arceus I will drag you to your bed myself."

"Yeah, yeah," Guzma waved Cirrus off but slid off the counter, stopping once he reached the door. "...thanks," he said in an uncharacteristically soft voice. "For helpin' me out. I… really appreciate you." 

A dark blush crept its way up Cirrus's face and Butterfree fluttered violently in its stomach at Guzma's words. "Shit," it choked out once Guzma left, trying to drown out the pounding of its heart. I appreciate you. He didn’t just appreciate the action, he appreciated Cirrus. It clenched the pokéballs in its hands and took a deep breath before heading outside.

“That’s a normal thing to say to someone when they help you, right? I’m… just thinking too hard about it. That’s a perfectly normal thing to say,” it said to itself as it made its way down the winding staircase. The eerie silence from inside the now-abandoned Shady House followed Cirrus out to the yard, making it shiver. 

Cirrus let Golisopod and Masquerain out of their pokéballs, and stayed quiet as it sprayed the Pokémon with potions. The harder it tried to not think about what Guzma had said to it, the more it ended up thinking about it. A frustrated groan escaped its lips and it threw the empty potion bottle to the side, a bit harder than it planned. Golisopod gave it a look, then busied itself with Cirrus's bag, poking at it with his claws. "Ugh, I'll pick it up in a minute - hey, what do you think you're doing?"

Golisopod continued to nudge at the bag even when Cirrus took it from him. "Oh, you smell the poké beans, don'tcha? Well, y'all're in luck - I got the good stuff." It pulled out a rainbow bean from its bag, which was promptly snatched and devoured by Golisopod the second it was in view. "Hey now!" Cirrus raised its eyebrows at him. "I know you're Guzma's Pokémon, but use your manners!" A pause. "Don't tell him I said that."

Gentle moonlight shone down within the walls of Po Town, seeming to have a calming effect on the run-down city. The emptiness usually scared Cirrus, it didn't enjoy being out there after dark, but that night it looked almost pretty, in a strange sort of way.

Cirrus handed another bean to Golisopod, who took it much more delicately this time.

"Ooh, such a good boy!!" Cirrus cooed, reaching up to scratch Golispod under the chin, laughing as he trilled contentedly.

Masquerain started buzzing angrily around Cirrus's head, clearly jealous of the attention it was giving Golisopod. "Oh, don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you!" It pet her head and fished another poké bean out from its bag, then sat cross legged on the grass, watching Masquerain perch upon Golisopod's head with the treat.

"Y'all fought hard for the boss today, huh?" Cirrus tugged at the grass absently, a small frown on its face.

"I just wish he wasn't so hard on himself…"

It flopped onto its back, staring up at the clear sky and letting the calm air wash away all its worries from the events that had transpired that night. Guzma's earlier words echoed in its ears - I really appreciate you - and it groaned loudly, covering its face with its hands as a hot flush began creeping its way up its face.

If only it was brave enough to tell Guzma… it felt the same way. If he only knew just how deeply Cirrus's appreciation, admiration, adoration, ran.

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[my-beloved-lakes]

@leveragetober

Leveragetober 2023

Prompt 4: crossover

Parker, Eliot and Hardison take a job in Paris. When it gets interrupted by a con artist who is scamming their mark, they decide to recruit him into Leverage International. (Under the cut.)

Parker eyed the man claiming to be the mark's assistant, tied to the chair in front of her. He was a grifter, No doubt about it now. And he was really good too.

None of them had suspected him of being criminal, not until they had caught him trying to clear out the mark’s bank account at the same time as them, making this simple trip to Paris much more complicated.

So, who was this guy really? A grifter, sure, but why had he chosen the exact same mark as them? Maybe it was just a coincidence, but what were the chances of that?

"Who are you?" Parker asked. "And don’t bother lying. We’ll know if you do.”

Parker heard Eliot crack his knuckles behind her. She knew Eliot wasn't actually going to hurt this guy, since he wasn’t much of a threat, but this guy didn't know that. And yet Parker only caught a brief flash of fear in his eyes before he managed to hide it again.

He’s not gonna talk, is he? Parker shrugged. There were other ways of finding out what they wanted to know.

"Run his face through that thing that tells you who people are." She said turning to Hardison.

"Parker, it’s called...?" Hardison started to say but was interrupted.

"Wait, The Parker!?" The guy asked, astonished.

"The one and only." Parker sighed. She was getting tired of people recognizing her as a world famous thief.

"You stole the Hope Diamond five years ago!"

Parker nodded.

"And then put it back!"

Parker rolled her eyes. 

“Yes I did. So, since you know so much about me, why don't you tell us about yourself," Parker glanced at Hardison's computer. "Neal Cafrey."

"Ooh, you were good!" Hardison sounded genuinely impressed as he read from the files that popped up.

"Still am." Neal smirked. 

"Huh, says here that you're dead." Hardison said.

"Aww, Your FBI handler wrote a very sweet message for your obituary." Parker added, reading more information from the files that Hardison had found.

Neal ducked his head and looked away.

oops. Parker thought. She hadn't meant to be insensitive, but that seemed to have hit a nerve. Maybe they had been close.

Parker pulled up a swivel chair and sat down in front of Neal.

"Alright, just tell us why you were running The Oklahoma Little Chucky on our mark." She demanded.

"No, it was a John and Mary scam." Eliot corrected. "You need a pit bull and a wedding cake for the Oklahoma Little Chucky.”

"Well, it couldn't've been a John and Mary scam cuz you need a whole fire station for that one." Hardison argued.

"Oh, I had the fire station." Neal said slyly.

"Ooh!" Eliot, Hardison and Parker all said in unison. They were all genuinely impressed.

"And to answer your question; the same reason as you, I'd imagine." Neal continued.

"Because his company was polluting the surrounding areas, making people really sick and killing all the wildlife?" Parker asked.

"Okay, I guess not." Neal looked taken aback. "Alright, you guys have already figured out half of it.  I faked my death back in America and I fled here. I needed an easy score that would pay well so I could set myself up with a new life." Neal explained. "You guys are criminals, just like me. You understand, so, one criminal to another, would you be so kind as to let me go?" Neal slipped his hands out of the ropes and stood up without waiting for an answer. 

Parker cocked an eyebrow in surprise.  

“I'm very good at what I do.” Neal shrugged.

He was good. Anyone who could slip one of Eliot's knots had to be.

Neal grabbed his hat off the table, flipped it in his hand and placed it back on his head before heading for the door.

"What if..."  Parker said and spun her chair around to face him, "we offered you a job?"

Neal hesitated at the door.

"It comes with that chance at a new life you were looking for. A chance to run your own crew, long term, right here in Paris." Parker added.

she glanced at Eliot and Hardison who both nodded in agreement. It was the same pitch they had given to Hurley when they had set up the Mexican branch of leverage, and now she got to give it again. They had come to France in the hopes of setting up a new branch of leverage in the first place. She hadn’t been sure how they were going to find someone willing to do it, but then along came Neal Cafrey, an experienced grifter looking for a fresh start. The perfect candidate had fallen right into their lap.

Neal turned around. He was intrigued.

"Let's talk business." Parker said with a sly smile.

[feralbutfluffy]

40: Aziraphale

Chapter 40 (!) of Too Wise to Woo Peaceably

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“Before, in the bookshop, when you said you had a plan… Was there actually a plan?"

Aziraphale really wished Crowley would let this go. "Of course there was!"

"You didn't just pop up here on a wing and a prayer then..?"

"That was a dreadful pun. If you must know, we were going to meet with The Metatron, discuss our concerns, and come to a compromise. Make a deal, if you will.”

“A deal,” Crowley repeated slowly.

“Yes.”

“With The Metatron.”

“Yes. Are you going to repeat everything I say or just most of it?”

“And how did that go?” asked Crowley, brushing past Aziraphale’s last remark.

“Poorly.” Aziraphale gave him a withering look. “Obviously. He was… Well, he wasn’t particularly happy about us having removed you without his permission.”

“Blasted hypocrite. No qualms about removing me without my permission.”

They stood over The Metatron. Crowley was draped over Aziraphale for support, warm and angular and so close the angel could bury his face in his neck if he only turned and tilted his head.

Which he wouldn’t, obviously.

But he could.

Crowley leaned more heavily on Aziraphale so he could shift his weight onto one foot, and used the other to nudge The Metatron with his toe.

Nothing happened.

“Not sure what I was expecting,” he said, and then after a pause, “What a bastard.”

Aziraphale nodded in agreement and sighed. “We should do something about this.”

“About what? The dead behemoth?”

“Yes. A little combined miracle perhaps? Just to conceal the crime, as it were. That would work, surely?”

Crowley moved his head from side to side, considering Aziraphale’s suggestion. 

“Ngn. Sure. Why not? Might as well try it. But only so long as once it’s done we head right back down to Earth-” He narrowed his eyes when Aziraphale nodded. “... I mean instantly, Aziraphale. If a siren goes off I don’t want to be around to hear it.”

“Oh, I doubt you can set sirens off in Heaven from the inside...”

“If it’s all the same to you I’d rather not test that hypothesis,” said Crowley dryly. “Alright. What’s the miracle? Make it so nobody knows this occurred? Hide it? A sort of… Grim Jim 2.0?”

Aziraphale thought for a moment. “That should do it.”

“Right. Okay. Hand-”

Aziraphale didn’t move. One of his hands was still wrapped round Crowley’s ribs, holding him up. The other was clutching at the arm he’d slung over Aziraphale’s shoulders, keeping him steady. He wasn't sure which was more essential to Crowley’s stability.

Crowley noticed his indecision and made the choice for him. “Here, look, instead of my forearm, just grab my hand. Use your other hand for the wavy bit.”

Aziraphale loosened his grip and his fingertips traced down along the inside of Crowley’s wrist until he reached his hand. Crowley interlocked his fingers with his own, pressing their knuckles together far more tightly than Aziraphale thought was strictly necessary.

“Ready? Count of three?”

Aziraphale nodded. “One… two…” 

There was a sound of powers being brought to bear and then the room shifted, Aziraphale blinked, and everything was different.

They both stared.

The room looked completely undisturbed. The Metatron and the sword had vanished, as had the broken silver quill. There was no sign of struggle, not a single smear of ichor. There was nothing at all to indicate anything had happened there recently other than perhaps the filing of paperwork.

Aziraphale opened his mouth to say something, but Crowley cut across him. “Use your fancy archangel powers and get us out of here?”

The angel gestured with his fingers and then they were back in the bookshop.

They stood motionless for a moment, both quietly trying to process things, fingers still intertwined against Aziraphale’s chest. Crowley broke the silence. 

“What the fuck?”

Aziraphale turned his head slightly to look at Crowley. “Quite.”

“Was that your-?”

“No, and I’m assuming it wasn’t your intention either. We were trying to hide him, not make him disappear completely.”

“Where the blazes did he go?”

Aziraphale shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.”

Crowley groaned and drummed his fingertips against his forehead. The swelling on the left side of his face had gone down, leaving dark mottled bruising in its wake. He called out for Muriel and Saraqael, but the bookshop was quiet.

“Probably just taking the long way home,” Aziraphale said, patting Crowley’s side reassuringly. “Saraqael will have needed a new chair.”

“They’d better be somewhere safe.”

“I’m sure they are.”

Crowley swore and flicked his wrist to look at his entirely-too-complicated watch. “I’m giving them one hour and if they’re not back here by then…”

He sounded very much like a parent grousing about their child breaking curfew. Aziraphale considered the gravity of the situation and wisely decided not to point out the similarity. 

Crowley sighed and threw his head back. "Alright, The Metatron disappearing... That’s not good.”

Aziraphale furrowed his brow. “...Isn’t it?”

“You don’t think anyone is going to wonder about the disappearance of The Metatron?”

“If you really think about it, nobody really marked his presence the last time we…” He trailed off, not wanting to bring up that painful day in the bookshop. “In fact, you were the only one to recognise him. I really think that actually, with a little bit of luck on our side, it could be quite some time before anybody notices anything amiss!”

“Except…” Crowley sounded worried and Aziraphale dipped his head to look into his face. He was worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, eyes dazed, and Aziraphale quickly looked away, his face flushing with unexpected heat.

Ridiculous.

Ridiculous to think he looked appealing in such a stressful situation. He felt depraved for even noticing.

He struggled to keep his voice level. “Except?”

“Well, except God, right?” Crowley tilted his head and Aziraphale was convinced he could actually feel him staring. “God’s bound to notice.”

“Ah,” was all Aziraphale could manage. A minute of silence passed. He was still staring. Aziraphale couldn’t bring himself to meet his gaze.

“...Ah?” Crowley was incredulous. “Is that the full and finished thought?”

No, Aziraphale wanted to say. There are no full or finished thoughts in my head, only buzzing, only bees.

He cleared his throat. “Let’s move you over to the Chesterfield.” Maybe he’d be able to think more clearly if he could establish some space between them.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Crowley shake his head, but he made no complaint. Together they shuffled towards the nook by the desk. Aziraphale gently lowered Crowley onto the sofa, half sitting down himself in the process. He dropped his arm from around Crowley's waist and pulled away slightly with the intention of extricating himself, but the arm over his shoulders stiffened and Crowley’s fingers tightened round his own, keeping him anchored fast. 

He let himself sink down into the sofa.

So much for space.

“I don’t think we can worry too much about the Almighty,” he said eventually, if only to distract from the fact that he was now sitting on the sofa with Crowley’s arm draped across his back, casually holding his hand. 

His chest felt tight, as if it was suddenly two sizes too small for his lungs. “After all, her plans are-”

Crowley’s fingers clenched round his, pressing a warning into his hand. “ Don’t you bloody say it. ”

“...Ineffable!” The word came out at rather a higher pitch than Aziraphale had intended.

Crowley muttered something inaudible. 

“I'm going to choose to believe that whatever you just said was complimentary,” he said primly.

“Believe what you like,” Crowley grumbled, but Aziraphale thought he heard amusement in his voice, and he relaxed a bit, allowing himself to sink deeper into the sofa. His side pressed against Crowley’s as the cushions dipped beneath their combined weight and lightly tipped them towards each other.

He felt Crowley flinch, and his body arched carefully away from Aziraphale. It was subtle, but not subtle enough; Aziraphale could imagine why, and the thought made him sick to his stomach. 

“I should have asked if this-” He swallowed. “Is this alright?”

Crowley gave him a sidelong glance. “Is what alright?”

“This.” He gestured between them. “The fact that we’re so close together, that we’re, well, that we're touching …”

Crowley went incredibly, excruciatingly still and Aziraphale felt his muscles harden beneath his clothes. Tension filled his face. “Is it alright with you?”

“Me?”

Crowley looked profoundly uncomfortable. “I can-” He started to pull away.

“No!” Aziraphale tugged at him. “I just mean after everything they did to you-, after how they pretended to-”

“Oh.” Crowley seemed to sag against him. There was strange and quiet relief in his voice. “Yeah. Well. Like I said, knew it wasn’t you.”

“Looked like me, though,” Aziraphale said miserably.

“Looked like you,” agreed Crowley, then bumped his shoulder with his own and gave him a lopsided smile. “Gave me something nice to look at while they were tearing strips off me.”

“That's not funny.”

Crowley said nothing.

They sat in silence, lounging back against the leather, Aziraphale trying not to stare at the way Crowley’s fingers were still entwined with his. The sun was starting to come up, and it bathed the bookshop in an orange haze. Some of the dust particles Muriel was so fond of were glowing by the window. It was quiet and warm and Aziraphale was sure this was his favourite place in the world.

“The sun’s coming up,” he said, in case Crowley had possibly missed the obvious.

Crowley rolled his head against the back of the sofa and looked up into Aziraphale’s eyes, and he was so close the angel’s heart stuttered in his chest. 

Embarrassing. 

“This is the best I’ve felt in…” Crowley hummed low in his throat. “It’s the best I’ve felt since Gabriel arrived on your doorstep stark naked with his memories crammed into a fly.”

A real smile then. The tip of Crowley’s tongue was resting against a pointed cuspid tooth, and Aziraphale was fairly certain his heart stopped altogether before starting again at twice the usual speed. He knew he should turn his head, but he couldn’t look away, and Crowley’s laughing mouth was right there, and his pupils were blown so wide they almost looked human, and Aziraphale swayed closer without meaning to, and Crowley must have seen something in his face because his eyelids lowered, and the smile faltered, and he dropped his gaze to Aziraphale’s lips, and-

The door of the bookshop swung open and the sound separated them instantly. Aziraphale jumped up to face the door, and Crowley rolled his head back to stare at the ceiling, flexing his fingers against his thigh.

Muriel and Saraqael were in before curfew.

[the-whispers-of-death]

okay, so

boxer!stone having a match against a guy that's known for cheating in matches.

they fight for a while until the guy pulls an ilegal move on stone, bodyguards jump on field to stop the fight but of course that reader is so fucking pissed.

so he storms onto the ring and basically knocks the guy out with his bare fists, then, when he's pulled back by the bodyguards, the first thing he does is rush to stone and make sure his man his best boxer is alright

"I'm fine," Stone says, his voice cold as always as you check to make sure that illegal move his opponent used on him. His large hand settled on your arm, calming you down. "He only bruised me, the pain will pass."

You were seething, but Stone was so calm. You didn't know how he was so calm, you knew he too hated cheaters as much as you did. He was the best boxer you had and that caused many of his opponent to do whatever they could to get him on his back, but this opponent.... He had sent a blow to Stone's kidneys, an illegal move since it was below the belt.

Yet, Stone seemed fine. Which made you breathe a sigh a relief.

"That fucker," you growled, turning back to face the boxer who was being dragged out by the bodyguards. You wanted to punch the guy again.

And Stone knew it.

He shook his head, grabbing your wrist to stop you from stepping towards the opponent. "Don't. Your knuckles are already split open and bleeding from punching him earlier. Let's go back to the locker room so I can go tend to those bleeding knuckles," he said, his cold voice almost soft like he was trying to hide that he cared about you.

You snorted at the thought of him, a six-foot-eight scarred man, patching you up, but then you remembered he was a Corpsman before being a boxer. He knew what he was doing, so you nodded and let him take you out of the ring and to the locker room

You should've been the one to tend to him, but you knew he wouldn't accept that. Stone was not one to let someone take care of him and while you hoped to change his mind about that, you knew it wasn't going to happen today.

So you sat on one of the benches in the locker room while Stone grabbed the first aid kit. It was silent as he worked, cleaning up the blood and disinfecting the open wounds.

"You won't have to get stitches, thankfully," he murmured, his eyebrows furrowed like the thought of you needing to get stitches done pained him.

But surely that was your imagination.

After disinfecting your wounds, he wrapped your knuckles in gauze and bandages. You two didn't exchange any words after that because the fans were calling out to see Stone, scared that he was actually injured since they saw him go into the locker room with you. You led him back outside into the arena, the arena erupting into cheers.

He won that match by default since his opponent was disqualified, but still no one could deny he was going to be the clear winner of the match regardless.

Stone stood there and you were certain he was relishing in the sounds of his fans cheering, which made you push down your jealousy. He deserved the attention, you told yourself, even when you want to whisk away to somewhere private and keep him all to yourself.

And yet, as he made his way to receive the trophy signifying he won the match, all he could think about was that he wished it was a match well-earned, so he could see you smile at him proudly like you've done before.

Stone glanced at you quickly before looking away, reminding himself that you probably didn't want him. He was scarred and damaged, so he might as well focus on the fans since you were so out of his league.

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[angeledeggs]

Yo, hope you’re having a good day. Could we get some hcs of the Mc finding out they have like- 8 or 9 siblings or something. And maybe they have like a family reunion with all the siblings to catch up and stuff, so mc takes their partner (preferably Valdemar, but it could be whoever) to said family reunion. Mc expects it to go decently well, but the siblings end up kinda bullying the partner (not super serious, more like excessive teasing, if that makes any sense).

Also your writing is so awesome and I genuinely look forward to seeing it each day, thank you for giving us arcana content that actually includes the courtiers

Oh, I love long requests, thanks for this! And thank you for the compliment, I love writing. This blog and everyone being so encouraging has really helped me find motivation to improve my writing, and just write in general from how supportive y'all are and of course! I love writing for y'all and writing about the courtiers! <3

"How many, again?"

Valdemar hummed as the driver hit a particularly nasty speed bump. Your body jerks even with the seatbelt while your partners body stays, as usual, unaffected by gravity. They offer you a little smile, and you don't think twice before returning it. "Eight." You say.

Valdemar sighs a bit. "Eight." They echo in response, drumming their fingertips together in the same steepled position they are always in. They seem.. Thoughtful about it. You can't help but glance at them a bit nervously, anxious to meet your family members. Valdemar catches your nervousness and without saying anything they reach over to clutch your hand. They are cold, like always, and their bare fingers are scarred. They only take their gloves off for you. You squeeze their hand in response and press yourselves against their side as you both wait for the car to pull up to your family's house.

You feel a nervous little flutter linger in your belly when the car stops. Valdemar puts their gloves on and pulls their mask over their nose and mouth. When they look at you, they see the particularly tight way in which you cling to your seatbelt. Their hand presses against the back of your neck and softly curls around your neck to feel your pulse. "Are you alright?" They murmur gently. You breath in deeply, trying to ground yourself on the feeling of your diaphragm expanding with each breath. "Yes." You say slowly, opening your eyes fully. "Are you?" Valdemar's eyes push up with a hidden smile beneath their mask. "I am, my dear. Let's go."

You barely left for a second.

You had abandoned the gathering briefly, mind you, just to get a pop from the cooler and when you return, Valdemar looks positively irritated. One of your many older siblings linger by their side, questions coming out of his mouth extremely quickly. "So.. Horns? Is that a cosplay thing? Is it a fetish thing? Is my sibling into horns--" you immediately shoo your brother away. "Come on, go bother someone else." You insist, kind of joking but mostly serious. Your brother snorts and turns away.

You go to Valdemar's side where they stand stiffly and hesitates when you reach out for them. Would touching them make their mood worse? Without even looking at you, Valdemar snatches your hand and hooks your arm around their own in the way they always do.

"You okay?" You say quietly, your voice softening to something more sweet with them. Valdemar let's out a soft little breath as their hand presses over your knuckles. "Your siblings are... Irritating." They mumbles to you as their latex encased fingers idley tap at your nails. You feel immediate worry bubble into your throat. You had thought this whole thing would go... Not good, but at least okay! "Siblings?" You sputter out. "As in-- As in plural? Have multiple of my siblings bothered you?" You hurriedly ask. Valdemar glances down at you, coldness in their eyes melting as they gaze at you. "Sh, my love," they hush you as they tap at your nails.

"They have not been bothering me quite as much as they have teased me. I do very believe it is a form of affection." Your frown deepens at their answer. "But you looked upset." You insist. Valdemar hums in thought for a moment. "Well, yes. But it was not too bad. And we may go whenever you like." They say gently. Oh, of course you want to go. You don't quite like all this... Social stuff, not even with your family. It makes you feel claustrophobic at best and extremely anxious at worst. But you feel a bit shy, about to just up and leave your family. "Um..." You mumble. You look up at Valdemar. Their fingers tap rhythms against your nails.

"yeah." You mumble softly. "Yeah, I wanna go..." Valdemar nods. "Then we'll go." And with no hesitance, they lead you out of the gathering with their head held high.

In the car, you sigh as it starts up and begins to drive. Valdemar tucks their arm around you, comfortable with the affection since the dark window in front of you both blocked you two from the driver. "Are you alright?" They murmur softly. You lean into their cold touch. "Yeah." You mumble. You glance up at them, meeting their red eyes. "You?" Valdemar's red eyes soften further and they use their other hand to stroke your cheek.

"With you, my dear?" They whisper. "I am more than alright."

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