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[babydollmarauders]

GAME WINNER — NICO HISCHIER

nico hischier x fem!reader

summary: in which Nico gets rewarded for his game winning goal

warnings: MATURE CONTENT! oral (m receiving), nico having a “captain” kink, praise, not a lot of dialogue, not proofread.

notes: this could quite literally be trash, i’ve never written any kind of smut before, so if it’s horrible then please never expect smut from me again

it’s not often that i attend road games with my boyfriend. really, i’ve only been to three previously, but i had a long weekend off work and i was missing Nico. so, can anyone really blame me for giving into my temptations and buying an impulsive flight ticket to Arizona?

now here i sit, on the edge of my seat in Mullett Arena, waiting for the puck to drop again in overtime. i watch through the glass as my boyfriend switches places with Erik Haula for the faceoff, the puck drops and Nico wins it, sliding it back to Dougie.

Dougie passes the puck back to Nico, and my leg starts bouncing anxiously as he skates down the ice into the Coyotes defensive zone. Nico makes quick work of wristing the puck past the goalie and straight into the net, and i jump to my feet, clapping for him.

“YES! NEEKS!” i cheer, observing as he celebrates the win with his teammates. my thighs clench at the sight of his smirk, his cocky attitude more of a turn on than i’d like to admit.

the arena starts to empty out and i follow behind, due to meet with Nico back at his hotel. my mind races with thoughts that i hope nobody can read across my face; my plans for the night have been solidified.

**

the hotel room is empty when i arrive, which by no means surprises me. i estimate at least another half hour before Nico walks through the door, giving me plenty of time. i ruffle through Nico’s bag, pulling out one of his t-shirts, slipping my own off and unclasping my bra to leave me bare, i pull his shirt down over my head. i kick my shoes off and my jeans follow, being yanked off and shoved into my own bag, leaving my ass clad in red lace.

leaving my hair and makeup, i take a seat on the bed, scrolling through social media as i wait for my boyfriend to enter. as i predicted, it’s not until thirty minutes later that i hear the beep of the key card being scanned and the door opens to reveal Nico. his hair appears slightly damp from his post-game shower, and he’s switched back into his arrival suit.

he’s captivating.

“hi, darling.” he grins, walking over and dropping his phone, wallet, and airpods onto the nightstand. he leans down, dropping a chaste kiss to my lips, but i thread my hands into his hair, pulling him closer in an attempt to deepen it. he pulls back, a smirk spread across his lips once again tonight. “what was that for?”

“i’m so proud of you, captain.” my voice is sultry, dropped low in a seductive tone. his hands grip my waist as i rise from the bed. “you did so good tonight.”

“yeah?” smirk still painted onto his face, he pulls me flush against his body, his still hardening bulge pressing against me. “you’re proud, baby?”

“yeah.” i reiterate. it takes all my willpower to pull my body away from his, distancing myself. “let me show you how much.”

my hands push against his shoulders, and he allows my weak shove to knock him back onto the mattress, sitting at the edge of the bed. i drop to my knees slowly, placing my hands on his thighs as i do so, and look up at him through doe eyes and a bitten lip.

i let my touch graze up to his length, cupping it through his suit pants, and his hand comes up to roughly cup the back of my neck, using his grip to pull my lips to his in a dominant kiss. a moan escapes my throat as he sucks my lower lip, nipping gently at it in the heat of the moment. i smile into the kiss, allowing my fingers to wander down to button of his dress pants, undoing it before slipping my hand past the waistline of his underwear to palm him.

he stiffens for a moment at the cold touch before melting back into the kiss, relaxing into my contact. i part our lips, stroking him a few more times before i glide my hand free to pull his pants down. he assists me in my endeavor, letting his now fully erect cock spring free. my hand returns to it, stroking hard and slow as my tongue slips out to wet my lips.

Nico let’s out a shaky breath and i snake my other hand up to push his shirt up, watching with intrigue as his abs flex. noticing my gaze, he makes quick work of stripping off his suit jacket, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it hang open as he falls back onto his hands. i feel my core growing slick with want as i take in the erotic scene of my making, but push my own needs to the side.

tonight is about him.

leaning over, my tongue licks against his tip, making him shudder. i hollow out my cheeks as i go down, letting his cock slip past my lips just slightly. Nico brings one hand back to caress my cheek before using it to grip my hair in a makeshift ponytail, barely able to contain himself from thrusting into my mouth. peeking up at him through my lashes, his eyes are squeezed shut, his head dropped back as his chest rises and falls in a quick rhythm with shallow breaths, and it spurs me on to take him farther. i gag as his tip hits my throat, bobbing my head as i watch his reactions.

“y/n.” my name falls from his lips like a prayer, delighting my ears as he exhales it between groans. “fuck. you’re such a good girl.”

his praise causes my heart to pound in my chest, a moan bubbling up my throat. the vibrations of it reaching his cock, urging him to finally let loose and thrust into my throat. i gag once more, but power through it, breathing through my nose as he uses his grip on my hair to start guiding my head back and forth on his length. flattening my tongue along the underside of his shaft, i reach up to grip whatever can’t fit in my mouth, timing my strokes to match the bobs of my head.

Nico mutters some curses in german, his breathing picking up as his abdomen tightens again.

“i’m not gonna last long if you keep doing this, darling.” my lips lift as i smile around his dick, peeking up again to see him watching me as he bites his lip. my jaw starts to ache but i urge on, taking him as far as i can. i continue tugging at his cock as i pull back back to inhale a deep breath through my mouth, grinning up at him.

“i want you to come, captain.” my voice is hoarse from the violation of my throat, but my words still do the trick, making him moan and push my head back down towards his erection. i lick my lips once more before pushing his cock back past them, taking him as deep as i can muster, bobbing my head up and down as i suck around him.

i can feel his pull on my hair get tighter, hear his breath being held for longer, his tell that he’s about to tip over the edge, and i reach my free hand up to trail over his bare stomach, lightly grazing my fingertip down his abs. he groans out more german curses before i finally feel him come undone, ropes of cum coating my mouth as i continue through his climax. when he’s done, he pulls my lips off of his quickly softening cock, his hand dropping my hair and making its way to my cheek as he watches me swallow.

i stay seated on the floor as i watch him tuck himself back into his pants before i climb back up onto the bed.

“that proud, huh?” he teases, gripping my thigh as he pulls me to straddle his waist.

“probably prouder than that.” i whisper, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips.

“i love you.” he mumbles, his hand gliding up and down my spine.

“i love you more, game winning goal scorer.” he chuckles at my words before flipping us over so he hovers above me, his hand trailing to my front and down to my core.

“now how should i take care of you?”

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[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 02 - Admiration

Length: 1700 words Vore type: Oral vore, M/M, willing prey, safe vore Fandom: None (Kahudra) Other info: feet first, naga/anthro Summary: Vore streamer Sel'riss meets a fan at a convention. You'll never guess what they get up to.

Sel'riss slithered slowly through the convention hall. It took a fair amount of practice to keep his scaly, blue tail from taking up too much walking room, and if it weren't for fascinating analysis panels like the one he'd just come from, he'd probably never attend one. Well, barring free admission, but he wasn't the kind of snake who'd be able to swing that.

Anyway, he had a good hour and a half until the "legally distinct from Who's Line" panel. He could check out local restaurants, peruse the dealer's den, or-

"Hey!" A loud voice jolted him out of his thoughts. The naga tensed, hoping whoever his tail just tripped would accept an apology. However, when he turned around, the fox approaching him had a smile on his face. As well as a pair of Bro Strider glasses.

"Er… hello?" He wasn't quite sure how to respond to him. Did he drop something, or…?

The fox came to a stop just before him."You're Sel'riss, right? I'm a big fan," he said, bushy tail swishing behind him.

Sel'riss let out a breath. "Oh! Phew, I thought I'd hit someone with my tail. Nice to meet you, uh…"

"Lansat." The name clicked in his mind. "I dunno if you'd remember, but-"

"The guy with the-" Sel'riss cut himself off to check around him for congoers too young to overhear this sort of thing. Playing it safe, he continued vaguely, "the sleeping bag thing?"

Lansat's ears flicked back and he flushed red. "Y-yeah. Let's go with that. You're not too weirded out by it?"

Sel'riss shrugged. "I've heard worse. Plus, it is a little flattering."

Silence reigned for several seconds, snake and fox both trying to find a way to continue. A passing Vriska complimented Lansat on his getup. Finally, Sel'riss took initiative. "So… I have some time to kill."

Lansat's blush seemed to burn right through his fur. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?"

"Not out in public, I'm not. Care to join me away from prying ears?"

"Y-yes! Damn, that's smooth…"

Sel'riss felt himself slip into a more familiar rhythm as he led his fan towards the hotel elevators. "Practice. I mean, you've watched me for a while. Especially with my niche, I've got to have some way to meet new guests, at least enough to keep up appearances."

The elevator was a little small even for just himself, but he managed to pile enough of his body against the walls to give Lansat a place to stand. The naga quietly thanked the gods for generous weight limits, and tapped the floor. Certainly easier than taking the stairs, especially with how long of a trip it would be.

Once the doors closed and the elevator began to move, Lansat shifted on his feet. "So, er… more plainly, are you really going to eat me?"

"I figured you'd be interested in it. If not, I'll probably just hang out in my room by myself."

This, as he'd suspected, threw the fox for a loop. "If I'm- I mean, yes, of course I am, it's literally a dream come true, but, well, you're not exactly known for giving your prey a choice."

Card go in slot, lock go beep, door go open. Halfway through slithering into his room, Sel'riss glanced back at Lansat. "Wait, do you- you don't think I actually, regularly kill people on stream, do you? That's like six kinds of super illegal."

This time, Lansat did actually trip on his tail; quick reflexes caught him on another length of scaly body. On a whim, Sel'riss finished a loose loop around him, rewarded with yet more furiously blushing fox. "Of course not! I know you let them out afterwards, but they seem pretty frightened to be there in the first place."

Sel'riss slithered on, letting the length of his tail slide around his guest before slipping free to join the rest of his coiled body. "Oh, they are. All in good fun, mind you." He rummaged through a bag before pulling out a vial of blue liquid. "But before and after the cameras are on, they are free to leave at any time, and I won't stop them." He held out the vial to the fox. "Anti-digestive potion? Always a good idea to take mysterious drinks from strangers who want to eat you."

Lansat grabbed the vial and held it up to get a good look. "This is gatorade."

"It looks like gatorade!" Sel'riss cheerfully corrected, "and you might've seen me fool a couple of my guests by telling them it actually is, if they really couldn't pull off the "unwilling" act. Uh, don't worry about that - I'm not gonna record this, just having fun in some spare time."

"This is surreal… With respect, you're both more and less unhinged in person than I expected." Lansat popped the cork out and downed the drink. He made a face at the taste. "Ugh. And still I expected a sports drink flavor. So what now?"

"Take off anything you don't want a bit acid-eaten, and I'll handle things from there," the naga instructed. Once Lansat had stripped down to his underwear and placed his cosplay in a neat pile, Sel'riss wrapped his tail around him and lifted him up, paws by his face. "This way, you get to watch yourself vanish… and I get to see how you react to it!"

A single gulp saw Lansat swallowed up to his knees. Although his upper half remained stock-still, Sel'riss felt the fox's rapid heartbeat against his tail and his toes stretch and wiggle against soft, deceptively-yielding throat flesh. He broke that deception with a single gulp, and his gullet firmly pulled more of the fox's legs in. As more of his fur slid across Sel'riss's forked tongue, the snake picked up more of a spicy-sweet flavor. If his mouth wasn't full of tasty fan, he was tempted to ask what fur conditioner he used.

The snake's eyes flicked to Lansat's underpants, visibly tented out by a prominent erection; he tried to soothe his prey's embarrassment with a calm smile and another long, steady swallow. If nothing else, he hoped his mouth's warm, wet embrace would occupy Lansat's mind enough to take it off of more embarrassing matters. A telltale salty flavor added to the wonderful mix of the fox's fur, and Lansat's eyes glazed over slightly, though he still focused on his predator. Sel'riss reveled in shattering that focus with one more gulp: prey often found his throat much more pleasant to grind against than his mouth, and this fan was no exception; Sel'riss simply relaxed his gullet and let gravity and the fox's unfocused rutting drag his belly in, then his chest, until all Lansat could see besides his arms was framed by serpentine jaws.

Sel'riss ran his own hands along his torso; although preoccupied, the fox's humping was spirited and made quite the active bulges in his stretchy, blue hide. The naga curled his forked tongue against the top of Lansat's head, then finally, with two gulps, sent his head and arms into the welcoming, hungry embrace of his throat and beyond. He twisted around to watch the shifting, squirming lump lessen inside his thicker lower half, then laid his upper body atop his stomach to wait for its newest temporary occupant.

Inside, his prey thrashed about, trying to rub against his insides with his arms trapped over his head. He watched as the signature spasms of a powerful orgasm gave way to a tired stillness, just before his body pulled Lansat into his stomach to rest under his upper body. Almost immediately, his gut growled and began to knead at its visitor, doing its best to work powerful yet utterly useless acids into the fox's body.

Sel'riss mentally counted to twenty. He turned out to be a few seconds early, and was about to speak up just when Lansat's body jerked to attention. The fox managed to get his arms against himself more comfortably, and pushed out against his confines - which, of course, held with no complaint.

"Oh my god, did you just-" his voice came, muffled through scales, fat, and muscle.

"I sure did."

"And I- I-"

"Not the first fan, unlikely to be the last. It'll digest normally."

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to-"

"Nnnope, not unless I wanna try to hide you for a day, and probably miss all those panels I wanted to go see." Sel'riss quickly shut that line of thought down. "And on top of that and the sudden one-day fast, there's legal issues. You're fine, Lansat."

"I… I guess I am. At- at least, it doesn't hurt to believe it." A moment of quiet, then the sensation of someone rubbing his belly from the inside. "Sorry about freaking out, Sel'riss. I should've trusted you."

Sel'riss shrugged, well aware that Lansat couldn't appreciate the gesture. "Can't blame you, I lie all the time to keep up the "cruel fatal pred" thing. I mean, it's no accident the potion looks exactly like blue gatorade. Anyway, my condolences in advance for your underwear; I think my stomach's more active than I expected."

"It- wait a sec." Sel'riss closed his eyes, enjoying Lansat fumbling around inside him. "Ah, shit. I knew something had to go wrong; meeting you IRL was way too cool to happen without a hitch."

Sel'ris laughed and promised to try to help after letting him out in an hour. In the back of his mind, he revisited his earlier thoughts: maybe cons weren't so bad, if he can find good company.

[holistic-alcoholic]

WI Pride Prompt Party, day 15: Birthday

Rating: G Pairing: winteriron Tags/Warnings: established relationship, old married life, softness, the bots!

Tony wakes up at 5am, and his first thought is an annoyed oh come on.

He feels it without looking at the watch: the world’s too dark and quiet, and Bucky’s still asleep beside him, although he wakes up early, these days. Today, especially: he planned something sweet for the morning, no doubt, breakfast in bed, perhaps, to wake Tony with.

But no. The sleep runs away, and Tony’s brain is immediately alert and fresh — something that can’t be said for his body. His days of sleepless nights are over: it’s harder now to withhold their toll. He’s content with it, now, glad for it. Age suits him: there’s peace and comfort in it he had no hopes of ever achieving, and now it feels like heaven, like a fairytale come true.

But today — of all days! — his insomnia catches him unaware. It’s not a problem: he will live through the day just fine, but it is an annoyance. A welcome one, to be fair, a sign of a happy retirement: to be annoyed at minor inconvenience. He turns and lets his eyes rest, mind wandering, and his attention turns, as it’s prone to do, toward his husband.

It’s a joyful sight to wake to, even with insomnia, even with his brain so heavy. Bucky looks happy and at peace, his hair all over his face. Tony moves closer to him and is rewarded with an unconscious embrace. It is a marvel, how Bucky tends to follow him even in the sleep.

How lucky he is.

How far they’ve come. It is a miracle in its own way, the true magic of the world, to live through all they did and come out whole and happy. Together, always together.

Tony smiles and buries his face in Bucky’s chest. The contact is a familiar comfort, and the sense of stability and peace that embraces him at that is encompassing.

“Hmm,” the sleepy voice comes from above, “you’re not supposed to wake up yet.”

“Sorry. I can pretend to sleep if that would help?”

“Nah. Like you better this way.”

A hand goes into his hair, so tender.

“You like me in every way.”

“I do.”

The conviction in Bucky’s voice is exhilarating.

“So. Are you planning to feed me?”

“Hmm. At some point, yeah. Are you hungry already?”

Tony considers that.

“Yeah, but I don’t want you to stop holding me.”

Bucky’s laugh is soft and happy.

“I think I can work around that.”

“Yeah?”

“I have a plan, yes. J? Tell the children it’s time.”

Tony has only a moment to lift his head in confusion when the door opens and here they come: all his bots in a row, beeping excitedly.

“How did you—”

“Hush, you, let them do it.”

DUM-E comes to the front and does a little dance. Tony thinks he’s going to cry, but that’s not even the end, for then he sees the tray with his breakfast held carefully by U and Butterfingers, with a card on it that has too much glitter which is now definitely in his food, and at that — fuck it — he wipes his eyes.

“Oh my god—”

Bucky kisses the questions from his lips.

“Happy birthday, love,” he says, and this is, Tony thinks, what happiness looks like.

[twisted-art-wounders]

YGO AU Leviathan Rising: Epilogue

I'll always come back to you...

And that's a wrap folks! I want to thank everyone whose read and kept up with this story over the past year and half! This was my first long form fan fic basically ever and it feels good to know so many of you enjoyed reading it and I truly am grateful for all your encouragement and kind words!

I'll hopefully have a new one started in the coming year so look out for that! Anyway Happy New Year and let's hope for a safe and and fun welcome in 2024!

Epilogue

A low beep was heard as the door clicked open; Yugi stepped into his apartment work bag over his shoulder jacket under his right arm phone in his left hand, and under his left arm a pile of mail. Yugi closed the door silently and kicked off his shoes in the entry way so he could slip on a pair of slippers. He walked into his living room his eyes not leaving his phone screen as he plopped his work bag and jacket on the side of the couch.

He was trying to order dinner with the new dinner speedy app Kaiba Corp had just rolled out; He wanted to try this new burger place just a block of two down the street form his complex, while he could just go and pick it up he had to stand up on the bus all the way home today. So a further walk was far form his mind this was a job for delivery! Even if it would cost him and extra 5 dollars it didn't matter when your feet where already tired.

Once the order was placed (it'd be about 40 mins of course.) Yugi finally plopped down on the couch and let out a miserable sigh. As much as he liked working on contract with Kaiba Corp, Kaiba was a still Kaiba and was always demanding perfection especially form someone as 'elite' as himself. Yugi missed just working in grandpa's shop, while the pay wasn't a lot and he already had to supplement his income doing other part time jobs he missed just serving new costumers who had an interest in gaming. That was the most rewarding part to be honest; money can't replace the connection you feel when a young person's face lights up when receiving their first game, or pack of cards etc. That's what Yugi loved the most.

He stretched a bit on the couch before remembering he had mail to check! While sorting out what was junk and what was a bill he did remember seeing a large manila envelope among the pile. Flipping past the other letters he found the larger envelope, it was stiff like a harder cardboard was used in it's making and covered in “Priority Express” stickers.

“Must be important.” He thought as he looked at the address of the sender and he nearly chocked, written in plan English it spelled 'From The Office of Maximilian Pegasus, Industrial Illusions, California USA'

Yugi was having flashbacks to just under 7 years ago when he first received a package form the creator of Duel Monsters himself Maximilian Pegasus. The tape that started everything… The journey to Duellist Kingdom, becoming closer to his other self, defeating Pegasus together. So many memories came back to Yugi, as much as he tried to repress how lonely he felt when remembering his other self…no Atem. Yugi sniffled and rubbed away a tear he swore he was over this but alas his heart would always carry Atem in it no matter how many worlds apart they where now.

Yugi let out a breath slowly as he turned the envelope over to open it; He wasn't sure exactly what Pegasus wanted this time the last time he sent another tape it was because of- Yugi had to pause again his heart sunk again thinking about someone else who was also part of his heart and who was also gone…

Yugi pressed on and continued to open the envelope but inside wasn't a tape, he figured as much a tape would never fit this format besides they where well past the use of tapes at this point. Inside there was a blank cardboard card sleeve and a a folded letter with the I2 insignia pressed in wax over it. He pulled out both and decided to open the letter first. On the page was a typed letter addressed to him form the sender:

Yugi Boy! It's been so long!

I know this seems so crude to write you a letter instead of an email, or a even a face talk message. Call me old fashioned but I find nothing is more personal then a typed and properly mailed letter in the mail! It's been well over 7 years since you and I had a chit chat hm? You've accomplished quite a lot I hear; working with dear old Kaiba boy on your newest game project, I must say you always had the makings of being a great creator and I wasn't wrong! I look forward to Spherium and any other new games you have brewing in that mind of yours.

Speaking of creativity I find the art of creation can be such an odd thing; one moment you're canvas is blank with absolutely no ideas at all for months, years even! Then suddenly without warning poof! A muse comes into your mind and begins to implant inspiration, and it just wont leave until it's out and brought into the world. You can say I was bitten with such an inspirational muse that it almost felt like it was willing itself into creation through me.

I know you will treasure this card not for it's rarity but for what you feel you may be missing in it. It's one of a kind and made just for you and you alone Yugi-boy and I have a feeling you and this card have a powerful and spiritual connection to each other.

Anyway don't be a stranger! And enjoy your card Yugi Boy!

Signed, Maximilian Pegasus

Yugi blinked a few times after reading the letter, it was true he had a bit of an odd relationship with Pegasus. He was a former enemy and the holder of the millennium eye but he was also integral to their defeat of DOMA all those years ago. So Yugi held no real ill will towards the man, he just found it a bit odd Pegasus had made him a card?

Finally Yugi took the card sleeve into his hands and carefully popped it open to reveal the card inside. Yugi's eyes widened he felt his hands shake slightly trying to keep a grip on the card, his breathing slowed down as the world around him became silent. He could feel tears start to well up in the corners of his eyes and slow drop down his cheek.

He sniffled a few times as he looked over the card barely able to keep his composer anymore; the card was a legendary dragon knight card juts like Timeaus was but instead of his old partner who bore the name of 'Legendary Knight Timeus' instead the card read “Legendary Knight Leviathan”.

Yugi could hardly speak as he sobbed, but it wasn't all in sorrow he was just so happy that after all these years, Levi had finally accomplished his goal…and he was happy even if his tears seemed to betray that.

“Levi…I'm so happy you made your dream come true…” Yugi bent forward and pressed the card to his forehead allowing his tears to drop freely into his knees.

“I miss you so much…I just want to see you again…” Yugi whispered to himself closing his eyes.

He didn't notice that the card began to glow and shine, the image on the card started to fade away as a solid figure started to emerge before Yugi. Still lost in his sadness it was not until the figure spoke did he finally look up.

“Yugi?”

Yugi's eyes shot open quickly as he snapped upright coming face to face with this new figure standing in his living room. He was a towering man in dark purple, pink and teal armour, long dark and curled hair that went past his shoulders stopping just at his lower back, his bangs where teal and long covering parts of his ears that where long and pointed at the tip. His eyes where a golden yellow and behind him was a long-spiked tail with two separate ends

He knew who this was but he still couldn't believe it! There was no way it could be him!

“Le-Levi?” Yugi squeaked out as he stood up quickly starting up and down at the man, who stood in place a gentle smile graced his mouth as he nodded.

“Y-yes Yugi…it's me…” Levi spoke so gently, after all these years his voice while powerful still held such kindness inside.

Yugi was still in shock he couldn't believe it! It had to be a trick or just his mind was playing games with him. He tried to move towards Levi but he lost his balance and fell ready to go down face first, only to fall into Levi's waiting arms quickly catching him before he could hit the ground.

Levi looked down at him with worry.

“Yugi! Are you alright?”

Yugi was now able to feel that this was no mirage or illusion the man in his living room was real. He nodded looking up and into the tall man's eyes and in them he saw it; he saw Levi's kindness, his determination, his stubbornness. All of it was still in there, this was his Leviathan.

“I guess you have fallen for me now huh?” Levi chuckled helping Yugi back onto his feet. “I've missed you my sweet prince…”

Yugi's eyes where full of tears again as he jumped into Levi's chest and embraced him as tightly as he could. Levi allowed him to and closed his arms around Yugi returning the embrace whole heatedly.

“You're back! You're really back! You're here again! I- I can touch you again!” Yugi cried joyfully.

“Yes I'm back! And I wont leave you again…I promise.” Levi had tears in his eyes now as he too allowed them to flow down his cheeks.

All he wanted was to feel Yugi in his arms again and finally he achieved it. Their embrace was tight neither one wanting to ever let the other one go, even if Yugi knew it was selfish to wish this, he didn't want this feeling to end he didn't want to feel alone anymore. He prayed and hopped Leviathan's words where true he would never leave him again…

They both let go of each other just enough to look each other in the eyes, Yugi's face was red form crying but he had a wide smile on his face. While Levi had to bend more to look at Yugi do this it didn't bother him in the slightest. His face was a bit red as well while he didn't cry as hard as Yugi had been he wasn't immune to the blood filling his cheeks reddening his skin. As orchid eyes met with golden eyes their faces came closer together until finally they could feel each other lips pressed tightly against each other. A kiss they both had long since wished and waited to share with each other.

Releasing form their kiss they both panted slightly and gazed into each others eyes once more. Pulling away slightly Levi stood back up to his full height, Yugi was amazed with just how large Leviathan had grown he was even taller then Kaiba! Holding hands they stared longingly towards each others the sun light form the evening sky started to fill the room in a warm evening glow. The moment was broken when Yugi's phone pinged reminding him his order was almost ready for delivery.

“Uhh…so…Are you ready to try a real hamburger?” Yugi blushed

Levi smiled allowing his fangs to be seen slightly “Only if we share it.”

The End.

[generalthirst]

I Just Want A Life With You

I don't write enough angst. And there's a reason for that, but I'm feeling mean today so here I go traumatizing my favorite already traumatized fictional man. Nothing actually graphic happens but still rather sad. I made myself sad with this one.

Armitage woke to the sound of birds in the distance. The morning sun was pouring in through the open window, a soft breeze making the sheer curtains dance. He groaned and reached out but huffed when he felt nothing. Cracking one eye open his suspicions we're confirmed by the lack of you. He'd wanted to remain in bed with you longer, savoring that bliss of half consciousness. But his heart didn't like the idea of your absence. Rousing himself he threw on some casual clothes. Loose fitting, soft woven things that were in stark contrast to the starched uniforms he'd grown up in. Despite the lack of familiarity, he preferred these clothes more.

Padding softly down the hallway he smiled as he entered the kitchen. There you stood, in your perfection, brewing some caf and something delicious cooking nearby. The golden sunlight shone in through the generous amount of windows. You'd been so adamant on having sunlight in your shared home. And he'd been happy to give you that. Anything you wanted, he'd give you.

Your body was covered in similar clothes, but he always noted how much better they suited you. The lightweight fabric made you etherial in the morning glow. You hair tousled and unbrushed, wild, like your spirit. His fingers itched to tangle themselves in the strands.

Armitage would have stood there for ages, gazing upon you but that need to touch you overtook his enjoyment of your visage. Quietly he snuck up behind you and wordlessly wrapped his arms around your waist. He was rewarded with your laugh, crisp and pure like a bell.

"Good morning darling." You greeted. He replied wordlessly but bending his head to press a kiss to your neck, leaving his face buried there as he took in your scent.

No bothersome thoughts entered his mind for once. Nothing about the First Order. No duties, no deadlines to plague him. His only thought was how lucky he was. To be here with you, in this moment. To have you. You absentmindedly reached a hand back to card through his hair and he hummed happily at the touch.

"Credit for your thoughts this morning?" You grinned, you could practically hear the gears turning in his brain.

"I love you." Was all he said and yet those three words said everything. You turned your head to meet his lips in a kiss.

A beeping jolted Armitage awake, his mind whirling in confusion about the change of reality. His hand flailed around until finally hitting the button to shut off the screaming alarm. He lay there for a moment, panting from the shock. His brain finally caught up with itself and he couldn't help himself. Hot salty tears began to stream down his face and though the act disgusted him, he was powerless to stop it.

He awoke to the familiar cold metal of the Finalizer. Alone. A day of burden and responsibilities waiting for his attention.

It was cruel for his subconsciousness to torment him with dream of happiness. A happiness he could never have. Despite everything he'd done in life, all he'd achieved, he knew deep down that the happy domestic life with you was nothing short of a fool's dream. Never to come to fruition. And still, he wept for the one thing he knew he could never have, yet yearned for so desperately.

[reveromantique]

@knightfeared | squall.

There are a lot of ways a job can end.

The long hall of the bland motel is empty, deserted, like they've got the whole damn place to themselves. Not that Seifer would care, Squall pinned up against the door to their room as he attempts to blindly unlock it with the key card and leave a very distinct mark right over Squall's pulse, beating hard in his throat.

Shit-god-fucking-damn lock-- he swears an oath and pulls away long enough to look at the card, flipping it the right way up and slapping it back against the box.

This time, the lock beeps, grants them access; he shoves the handle down, pushes forward, and they both nearly hit the floor with how fast the door swings open. Seifer turns that momentum in his favor, toward the nearest wall. The keycard falls somewhere, ignored, buried under his jacket as he rips it off of his arms, hurling back into a kiss with his hands up in Squall's hair, teeth, tongue, the scent of cordite in his nose like the world's finest cologne.

Adrenaline and bloodlust make very pleasant bedfellows, and right now, he wants all of them to focus on Squall, on ripping off his shirt and then Squall's own, on a hold hard enough to bruise, on bared teeth grazing a very specific path down pale skin stretched over taut muscles, a heaving chest.

His knees hit the hideous carpet.

"Gonna start just cutting these off you," he snarls somewhere around Squall's navel, biting there, too, as his fingers make short work of the belt, the button, the zipper.

He gets his reward, broad palm coming to stroke, to relish in the effects of his very specific brand of attention-- it's all worth the hours in the field, the energy that had stretched like a tripwire in the car between them, the near-run down the hall to their room.

There are a lot of ways a job can end.

This is Seifer's favorite, though.

[tatooinequeeen]

Wherever I May Roam

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

Ao3

Spotify Playlist

Triggers: Soft ooey gooey love, language

Chapter Four: Angels Like You

How melodramatic that it would rain non-stop for the weeks since Ghost had gone on his mission with Soap. The drizzle only made it that much more difficult for you to keep your chin up. You had never acted like this over a guy before, but of course he wasn’t like other guys was he? You got through each day on fumes and memories working toward the day when you would be back in his arms and all would be right in the world again. You spent just a few short days wrapped up in one another but you knew without a doubt you wanted to spend the rest of your life that way. What would that mean for you? He wouldn’t leave his job simply for the fact he had demons he could exorcize when he was away so it wouldn’t bleed into his day to day and you only knew that because Soap was the same way.

You guess if you had to put it down on paper a life with Ghost would just be the two of you somehow making it work, maybe marriage wouldn’t be in the cards but if he asked you would of course say yes. If he pledged himself to you otherwise that would be good enough for you, too. He would have his responsibilities and you would travel with him when you could and wait for him when you couldn’t while cultivating the life you always dreamed of, a life filled with the kind of love that you could live off of. It's so tangible. You never really thought of having kids and you don’t think he would want any either, based on his home life and his struggles with his brother but you would be the best auntie and uncle to Soap’s kids which you’re sure will be coming along soon. Come to think of it, Soap has been extra sneaky about this woman he has been seeing lately and you’re curious to see where it’s going, if she ends up being the one you wouldn't be the least bit surprised. He’s ready to settle down and have a family.

You’re curled up on the couch reading a supernatural romance when your phone beeps at you. Of course your heart rate rockets as it has with every text since Ghost backed out of your driveway and you’re rewarded with his name on the screen which splits your face into a grin.

Simon <3: Come outside

You don’t even pause to put on shoes, you shoot out your front door in your socks and run to your driveway where he’s walking up from Soap’s idling pickup truck. You hit Ghost at full force and he lets out a “whoosh” of air but catches you, dropping his bag and grips the backs of your thighs to help you wrap your legs around his waist. You nuzzle your face in the side of his neck and you don’t even mind him wearing his mask, you just breathe in his scent and are overwhelmed with the feeling of being at home. “God, I missed you baby” his deep voice rumbles against your chest and it is such a decadent feeling you decide you’re never going to give it up. You lean back, rain pouring down on both of you, Soap watching you have this intimate moment together from his truck and you lean your forehead against Ghost’s. “Stay with me, Simon. I don’t want to give you up.” He just leans his forehead harder against yours and breathes out, “Never, I’m never giving you up.”

-Three months later-

“Ghost don’t you fucking dare.” You glare at the beast of a man staring at you from across the bed at you while you are putting a pair of earrings in. “If you start anything right now we are going to be late and you know Soap will know why.” He laughs in the way that makes your toes curl everytime and you let out a giggle. You’ll never get tired of hearing him laugh, his spirit so carefree and happy that he can be vulnerable with you in a way he never was before. He stalks around the bed and you retreat further away with every step he takes toward you. “I can make it quick and dirty, love. He’ll never know a thing.” Ghost has the audacity to wink at you and while you’re melting in a hormone puddle you’re already late because he insisted on fucking you against the wall in your shower and then again before you got your dress on. He finally reaches you and you put a palm against his heart to feel it race against your skin, loving how much he’s affected by the chemistry between you as you are. “We can have a quick and dirty fuck in Soap’s guest bathroom if you’re very very good.” You tip him a saucy wink back and he lets out a full and throaty laugh at that. You learned a lot of your sexual humor from him in the past three months and he loves it when you dish it back to him. He grabs your waist and brings you into his chest and you take the moment to snuggle into his embrace, a place where you know you’re perfectly safe and loved in a way you had always yearned for and never expected to come from him but will never take for granted. He kisses the top of your head tenderly and you melt a little more before he pulls something out of his pocket and holds it up to you.

“I know we’ve talked about it and marriage just doesn’t seem right for us but I want to give myself to you in a permanent way that you can look down and see everyday.” He slips a thin platinum band with a sapphire embedded in the band onto your left ring finger and that’s when you notice he has a small bandage on his left ring finger. You look up into his incredible brown eyes that you first fell in love with before you knew the man and gasp when he removes the bandage to reveal your initial tattooed into his skin. You take his hand in yours as the tears well up and you press a tender kiss to the skin that represents a lifetime of love and commitment between you. “I love you and I am going to spend every day for the rest of my life showing you just how much.” You could barely get the words out before the tears choked you up but he tips your chin up and kisses you with the passion that says he feels the exact same way and you know that this is the forever kind of love that you’ve only read about. “Loving you has been the greatest thing to ever happen to me baby and I can’t wait for a lifetime of feeling this way.” His gruff voice so full of emotion spins you into a bliss so total and complete you never want to come down.

The End

Notes from Tatooinequeen: I love him, that’s pretty damn obvious right? I did promise a quick dirty fuck though…so epilogue will be up in the next week or so <3

Thank y’all so much for the support on this by the way, this is the first project I’ve taken on completely solo with no support or guidance and your response has blown me away. Let me know if you want to see anything specific from me in the future!

[projektnomad]

“Uh, I’ll have two McGriddles, a McGriddle large, 40 nuggets with extra dip, a Grand Mac, two McLegends, one with cheese, and a large Coke.”

The screen informs you that your order has been accepted and you roll your car forward to the payment window. A hugely thick arm extends from the window to present the card reader to you. You’re still trying to get your card out of your pocket, sweating and breathless from the exertion. The woman holding the card machine looks like she’s about to pass out herself, all 600 pounds of her wedged painfully into the window bay. You finally get the card out and onto the reader, she mumbles something but it’s hard to make out with the fries in her mouth. You get to the next window and two hugely obese men are daisy chaining the multitude of bags to you. You manage to cram them past your bulging chest, pressing the horn a couple of times by mistake. You’d have said thank you if you weren’t gasping for breath.

As you drive away your McWatch buzzes to remind you that its time for brunch, asking if you’ve tried the new bacon double egg and triple sausage quad cheese bagel and you pull over into the car park to enjoy your bunch break. You park your car in between two other brunchers who are indulging in equally gargantuan meals. You notice the woman next to you is surreptitiously eating a salad. You roll your window up in disgust at the sight of green leaves and she notices the contempt on your face, hangs her head in shame and starts her engine. She drives away sucking on a milkshake, her eyes welling up from the embarrassment.

You can’t quite lean forward enough to see it in it’s entirety, but a skyvert for the new KFC quintuple stack deluxe mix bucket with seven cheese coleslaw is making your mouth water, even as the burger sauce and grease drips down your chin from your 5th burger.

You feel claustrophobic from being crammed into your tight SUV and you think you’re getting chest pains again. You try to adjust your seat, but it’s already gone back as far as it can. You notice your belt buckle is digging in so far it’s almost engulfed by your massive belly. You attempt to undo it but your fat fingers can’t get in between the fat rolls at this angle. Beginning to panic, you notice the chest pains are getting worse. You down half a gallon of coke to try to ease it but the sugar buzz has just given you a thumping headache and soon you’re getting that telltale tingle in your left arm. Gasping for breath, you reach into the glovebox for the defibrillator and give yourself a few volts just to get your heartbeat back to normal. You’re not really sure it helped but you feel better and are able to finish your brunch.

You notice someone else a few cars away clearly has a flat battery from over using their defibrillator, as two portly paramedics and an RAC mechanic on a mobility scooter have shown up to help them out. The guy is so busy worrying about how he’s going to get to the hospital if he can’t fit in the ambulance that he hasn’t even noticed his Deliveroo guy standing there waiting to hand over a delicious looking grease stained bag of Five Guys.

Beep beep. You fumble for your phone, the grease on the cracked screen showing up in the sunlight. The Burger King app shows you a notification. Your weekly loyalty reward has come through, a double triple stack XL mega cheese whopper is free if you buy a large double triple stack XL mega cheese whopper meal and any dessert. You look at the time, it’s almost lunch and you know how busy that drive through gets. Better get moving. You might even get there faster if only you could feel which pedals your feet are on.

[failedintsave]

85 92 skwistok plzzz

[Trope Mashups]

Innocent physical contact/kink

This started as "innocent" but then Skwisgaar wanted to be a rascally goofball so idk it's not exact but 🤷🏼‍♀️ hope you still like it!

Almost one third of Toki's total birthdays had been spent celebrating with the band. His twenty-first had seemed at the time like the height of debauchery, with its marathon bar-crawl-turned-house-party that, after a neighbor called in a noise complaint, migrated first to the strip club before finally ending with him passed out in the sand as the sun rose over the ocean. He'd been sure nothing would ever top it, and that the hangover would kill him. Then their first record went platinum, money started pouring in, and twenty-two made the previous year's blow-out look like a kindergarten graduation.

"Here we ams."

The lock beeped as Skwisgaar swiped his key card, opening the door to their blessedly quiet penthouse suite and immediately disappearing around the corner. Thick, creamy rugs covered the parquet flooring, a wall of glass overlooking the Côte d'Azur below. The sky and water alike were dusky with pinks and purples, the sun already hidden by a low bank of clouds along the horizon. Shadows stretched long in the dying light, and it took Toki's eyes several seconds to adjust so he could enter without tripping over Skwisgaar's abandoned suitcase ahead of him.

After a decade of screaming groupies, of binge drinking and drug-fueled hijinks, Toki decided that for his thirtieth, all he wanted was to get away. He dropped his luggage just inside the foyer—someone would take care of it later—and made straight for the white leather sectional that dominated the lounge, diving onto it with a running leap.

"Ohh, dis is niiiice," Toki sighed, twisting up in the cashmere throw draped artfully over the back of the couch. He was accustomed to luxury, but his standards were meager compared to Skwisgaar's requirements for accommodations. Letting him plan their holiday had been a good choice, Toki was sure the amenities here lacked for nothing.

"You likes it?" Skwisgaar reappeared, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel. He must have gone to freshen up after their flight.

"I loves it."

"Dats good, cuz you owns it now. Happy boirthdays, hueghueh." Skwisgaar dropped the towel on the floor, moving to straddle Toki's lap as he sat up.

"Oh, was de wallpapers not to your liking before? Dids dey not haves cucumber water bidets installed?" Toki squeezed Skwisgaar's thigh, the couch cushions creaking as he reclined. "I thought it smelled like sawdust in heres, how much dids you remodel?"

Skwisgaar shrugged, "Was just easiers dis way. No checkingk in and outs. Can come backs whenever want."

"Mm. Dat do sounds good." Toki leaned forward for a kiss, Skwisgaar meeting him halfway. "Thank you."

"Of course. But I has anudder soirprise too." He punctuated the statement with another press of lips, and Toki melted into it until he felt the stretch of an elastic band at the back of his head.

"What ams you doing?" Pulling back, Toki's brows rose as a satin mask was slipped over his eyes.

"What does it looks like I am doing?"

"I don't knows? I can't see?"

Skwisgaar batted his fingers away when he reached for the blindfold. "Ezacktlies."

"But—"

"You don't trusts me?" Mock-offense made Skwisgaar's voice hike in pitch. "After I wents to all dis trouble!"

"Ja, swipings your credit card sure can takes a lot out of you." Toki was rewarded for his cheekiness with another light swat.

Climbing from Toki's lap, Skwisgaar continued his lament, the sound of his voice floating away as he crossed to the opposite side of the room, as best Toki could judge without peeking. "So unapprciateds, I don't know why I tries."

After a minute, footfalls announced his return, then his hands tickled over Toki's chest and stomach, finally alighting on his waist. Skwisgaar slowly, carefully peeled away Toki's shirt, readjusting the blindfold when it shifted as the tee was pulled over his head. Toki saw only a brief glimpse of flickering light, surmising that Skwisgaar must have opted for candlelight as the night grew deeper. That made him smile, it was awfully romantic.

Skwisgaar brushed Toki's hair over one shoulder, ducking to plant a trail of kisses up his neck, but the notion of a quiet, tender evening was quickly ejected from Toki's mind as nimble fingers fastened something around his throat.

They'd discussed restraints, even employed them a time or two, but never on Toki and never without warning first. His initial burst of shock abated quickly, dissolving into a warmth that simmered low in his belly; his hands were still free, he could object if it turned out to be too much for him. Curiosity won out. He waited.

Muted clattering on the coffee table piqued his interest next, Toki's mind racing with possibility. Skwisgaar had a tendency to over pack, his suitcase quite large for a weekend away, but Toki assumed the bag had been jammed full of hair products and backups for his backup outfits. Perhaps there was something more rousing smuggled away in the Swede's carry-on. His pulse quickened, his legs jumping in anticipation.

A bit more racket from the table, then the unmistakable sound of a plastic cap being flipped open. Though he couldn't see him, Toki could sense Skwisgaar standing directly in front of him, looming tall. When he spoke, the bassy timbre of his voice sent an excited shiver through Toki's system.

"Okej, now opens your mouth."

Toki obeyed, gripping the edge of his seat to keep his hands still. Immediately, he jolted backwards, his tongue coated with creamy sweetness.

"Dats cold! What de hell?!" He ripped the blindfold from his eyes, blinking up at Skwisgaar holding a fork.

He'd been correct about the lighting, though less so when he imagined hundreds of pillars and tapers encased in hurricane glass cylinders, rose petals scattered to enhance the mood. Instead, melting slowly at the center of the coffee table, sat a square dessert topped with a handful of guttering candles.

"What?"

Toki loved sweets. He loved sweets, but that fondness for treats had taken its toll on his body in a dangerous way. Their doctor warned him that as he got older he needed to be even more careful to mind his glucose levels, so meals lately had been more restrictive and his alcohol intake (a bit) more mindful.

An assortment of syrups and toppings and jars of sprinkles bordered the platter bearing a sweating ice cream cake, each bottle and container bearing a green sunburst label that read 'sugar free!' in blocky lettering. It seemed his dietary concerns had been considered when these offerings were laid at the altar.

"You gots me a birthday cakes?" Toki lifted his gaze from the dessert to Skwisgaar still hovering over him. "Wait. Why you takes my shirt off?"

"Tch, does you want to gets you clothes all sticky?" He still held a forkful of cake, his other hand cupped beneath it to catch any drips.

Toki looked down, finally paying attention to the shift of fabric against his otherwise bare chest. The sensation hadn't registered through his burgeoning arousal, and now confusion flooded into the mix. He grabbed the terry cloth and yanked, pulling the bib from around his neck, mouth hanging open incredulously.

"What de hell ams dis for?!"

"It's cold, you said sos yourself! I didn't think you'd wants to gets any on you eidder!" Skwisgaar's lip trembled, clearly fighting laughter at this point. To stall, he ate the bite of cake himself, then his head tipped to the side, all honey and false innocence when he asked, "What dids you expects when I said soirprise?"

The bridge of Toki's nose prickled as a blush spread over his cheeks, his jaw jutting forward in a pout. "Ha ha, you's very funny. And yes, I did think you hads something else ups your sleeves. You gots me. Great jobs, jerk." He crossed his arms obstinately over his naked torso. "Thought you was supposed to be nice to me at least for today."

Skwisgaar smirked. He turned and stabbed the fork into the center of the cake, a flag planted to claim some conquered territory, then picked up one of the aluminum cans from the table, tossing it so that it spun end over end in the air before slapping against his palm when he caught it again. It made a quiet sloshing sound as he shook it under Toki's nose.

"I didn'ts say dat you was wrong ins your assumptions. Dis ams clearly too much whipped creams for a slice of cakes." The pink tip of his tongue slid along the edge of his teeth and he eyed Toki expectantly. "Well? You gonna makes a wish or not?"

Growling wolfishly, Toki lunged forward and blew out the candles with a mighty puff. In the same motion, he snagged Skwisgaar behind the knees and dragged him laughing onto the cushions as the room was plunged into twilit shadow.

No wish necessary.

[captainnameless]

https://www.instagram.com/p/CfNylQ5NDhA/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

Aww poor bubba. I just imagine him demanding ice cream from both Daniel and Carlos while the attempt to get him back to the hotel

Hopefully this weekend is better for him

this ask is from June apparently oop anyway:

Daniel’s got his hand wrapped firmly around Lando’s, very much wishing he could throw the boy over his shoulder but he’s pretty sure Lando will scream and he has yet to come up with a press statement for the pictures that could come from that. Lando’s being dragged along, the look on his face enough to make a mango sour.

Daniel’s actively ignoring the whines of disapproval coming from the smaller human behind him and trying to keep enough momentum going that Lando doesn’t succeed digging his feet into the ground and toppling them both over. He just needs to get out of here, now.

The hand that isn’t holding onto Lando’s is actively tapping at his phone, trying to communicate to Carlos as to where they are so he can drive the car up.

When they get to the gate Daniel makes the mistake of dropping Lando’s hand to go and beep their key card, the younger taking that opportunity to turn into Usain Bolt and make a run for it. There’s a silent curse that leaves him as he starts running after Lando, taking the time to flip off Sebastian who’s watching the scene unfold with a smirk when he’s running past the Aston Martin garage.

He catches up to Lando relatively quickly, catching the boy around the waist with an oof. Paparazzi be damned, Lando’s up and over his shoulder in a split second and to Daniel’s pleasant surprise, Lando seems to stunned too protest it.

His silence last all but five seconds, fists pounding onto Daniel’s back followed by the. “No! Down, Danny. Down!”

Daniel ignores it, too out of breath to probably answer anyway, picking up the pace to get to his destination quickly, suddenly very aware Michael might’ve been right about the more cardio thing. Soon he’s fitting both him and Lando through the gates, the lights of Carlos’ car flashing at him to indicate he’s there.

Lando’s still struggling when he gets there, Carlos getting out to assist. Together they get Lando in the backseat, who’s too tired out now to struggle but instead has turned into a spaghetti noodle refusing to cooperate. Daniel sits with him in the back, hoping the overly tired and overwhelmed little will fall asleep on the way to the hotel if he can lean against him.

Lando however has positioned himself to be as far away from Daniel as possible while still being inside the car, the tantrum turning to silent tears now that he’s desperately trying to rub away.

Carlos’ sweet nothings from behind the wheel help lessen the tears and even Daniel is mostly forgiven 5 minutes into the ride when Daniel’s left hand is snatched up and laced together with Lando’s.

“Com’ere.” Daniel hushes, positioning them so Lando can rest his head on Daniel’s shoulder, gently guiding the younger’s other hand away from his mouth when he notices the finger chewing.

Daniel’s about to claim victory with how Lando’s eyes are falling shut to the gentle bouncing of the car while they drive and Carlos’ Spanish lullaby when

“McDonalds!”

It’s a squeal so sudden both Carlos and Daniel jump, Lando has shot up from Daniel’s shoulder, eyes wide open and hand abandoned as he bangs it again the window, pointing at the treacherous yellow M that has captivated their little.

“Please, pleeeeease.” Lando’s begging, pretty eyes still wet from the countless tears earlier, blinking at Daniel with his best look of innocence and he can see the hope dripping off the younger’s face.

“I’m sorry. Danny, sorry.” Lando then says, probably well aware the little tantrum earlier would usually not help his chances in being rewarded. “I’ll be so good. So good. Will never run again.”

That’s a lie. Daniel thinks while he bites back the smile that wants to take over his face, sharing a quick look with Carlos through the mirror.

“Ask Papa.” It sounds dangerously close to the ‘ask your father’-comment Daniel himself heard too much growing up.

“Papa pleeeeeease.” He’s put on his sweetest voice, and Daniel knows the little’s getting his way even before they take the right exit. Carlos’ face gives it all away.

It’s all worth the picture he’s painted right now, Lando happily spooning at his McFlurry, his tongue blue from the m&m’s mixed in and the genuine smile taking over his features, still prominent despite the tired eyes. Lando hadn’t smiled like that all day.

Well worth it.

[captainmdhridoyhossain-blog]

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[thehostofleetrature]

Host would find a colorful blue hardboiled egg on his nightstand when he woke up. It seems he was visited by the Easter bunny! He was delivered a hearty healthy breakfast by Goopy!!! The little slime was wearing miniature bunny ears and delivered the breakfast in his rc car, before driving off. Once Host got out of bed, if he wanted to, he would then find a pastel basket full of sweet treats like chocolates, reese's peanut butter cups in the shape of eggs, and some strawberry shortcake; the kind that was a freshly baked biscuit with sugared and crushed strawberries with a dollup (dot dot dot) ok more than a dollup of whipped cream. Honestly if Host didn't have his third eye, he could have assumed it was just a bowl of whipped cream!

Finally, in the basket was a little plush rabbit holding a card. The card was handmade with scraps, made to look like an easter themed scrap book. Inside was an attempt at cursive. Inside it read:

"I hope you enjoyed your sweet treats; however there is just one left. I know how much you adore mental stimulation, so I thought to put it at the test! Find my eggs if you wish, and only then will you get the most delectable dish!"

A small beep could be heard. The bunny wanted to make use of Host's other senses in an otherwise visual activity. There were about 10 purple and blue plastic eggs, but only one would go off as to not cause stress with 10 of them beeping at the same time. Some were easy to find, leading Host to some of his fantastic works of art, and some had a small, but relatively easy puzzle. The puzzles ranged from a tangled wire puzzle, to an easily googleable riddle (listen the easter bunny isn't exactly as smart as host is), and one was hidden behind a wooden puzzle box that would take the average person 10 minutes to solve.

The eggs were slowly leading Host to a blanket fort, supported by pvp pipes with soft twinkling lights and greeted with Silver in a bunny onesie that was super soft to touch!

"Well done! You did amazingly! And now your sweet reward!"

Silver beamed and pulled Host in for a cuddle, entrapping him with softness and coziness that even a man with a will of titanium couldn't break free from. Host would recieve the most delicate, loving traces over his upper body and soles to help him destress and relax

-🖤🤍

*The Host cuckled and smiled at all the antics and began by giving Gooper a lil appreciative tickle, before relishing in his breakfast and all the gorgeous snacks that just made his mouth water! Then he read the note and eagerly completing the puzzles, before he pounced happily on his heroic bunny*

My sweet hero, you are truly precious *He whispered, and succumbed to the cuddling and traces and all the sweet, sweet joy* 😆💜

[shslpunkartist99]

Beep? Nah. I shall give you a Beep boop bop bap instead~! /shot

I s w e a r

I know this feels like a place of crime, but there's still businesses and stores and ways to earn money for a living. Just gotta make sure you know how to protect your business from thieves

There's also a special request center, where people can accept special jobs, whether turned in by other people, or by the Trump Cards and Leaders themselves. The rewards given from the Leaders/Cards may get you special items/priviledges, such as a personal Servant for a week, or perhaps an item that can give you an edge in a Leader game. The jobs themselves are dangerous tho..

[takeoffphilippines]

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[sanzu-whore]

The Artists Mark // Kaoru Sakurayashiki x Reader Smut

Pairings:  Kaoru Sakurayashiki x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings/Tags: Nsfw, Implied Oral (m receiving), Fluff

A/N: Wrote this for my friend, now suffer <3

Sun calls you gently from your sleep, warm against your skin as it seeps through the sheer curtains that hang from your bedroom window. There's a shuffle above you, quiet and barely audible if you weren't paying attention. The slight crinkle of parchment that brings a dopey smile to your face. 

Kaoru stills as soon as you shift, waiting a moment for you to continue your sleep before he relaxes and only then do you notice the weight on your head. His fingers carding gently through your bird's nest of hair, lightly scraping his nails against your scalp and involuntarily drawing a content sigh from your lips. 

"Good morning." He tenses and when you lift your head to gaze at him, a gentle smile greets you. Glasses nearly tipping off his nose and a book crooked between thin fingers, the lush blanket covering the both of you resting just above his waist and allowing your arm to rest over his warm stomach. 

Warm, everything is warm with him. Gentle and loving as he strokes your cheek with the same grace and care he uses when writing. It's impossible to not get butterflies even after all this time in his company, maybe that's why you love him. Why he still treats you so carefully as if you'll shatter with one wrong move, leave with one wrong word. You love Kaoru because he loves you and wants it to stay that way. 

Your friends laughed when they met him, a light giggle in the air as they joked- "Just wait for the honeymoon phase to be over." But five years seem to pass as easily as water through spread fingers in his presence and you don't find yourself minding. 

Especially not when he lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss against your knuckles. "What are you reading?" And though your morning voice sounds horrible and scratchy against your head, Kaoru only sighs and turns the book for you to see. Pages tinted from decades of age decorated with the world's finest phrases, letters to some unknown lover and promises of undying affection sprawled across the parchment with a style that you could recognize from a mile away. Karou's handwriting. 

His smile quirks more as you flush. "I'm trying to find what I should write for my next demonstration." Kaoru's fingers lace with yours as he continues with a defeated sigh. "But these are not for anyone else's eyes, so I am left fumbling once again for inspiration." 

"Did you ask Carla?" The board charging at the foot of your bed beeps rapidly in protest as Kaoru narrows his eyes at you. A laugh bubbles in your chest "I can't help you with this, ask me anything else and I'll gladly try." 

You watch his gaze flicker to the bedside table where a small wooden box rests, filled to the brim with travel sized brushes and inks. When it returns, you're pinned in place by the intensity that resides in it as he stares at the sliver of skin on your shoulder not shielded by the blanket. "Be my canvas." 

You choke on a disbelieving laugh "Huh?" 

"Turn around." Your skin pricks at the seriousness that laces his voice but you can't resist the curiosity that burns at your stomach. His smile stretches as you pull the blanket down and lay on your stomach with your arms folded on the pillow above you, nude back on display as his weight shifts around you. A few moments of shuffling pass before you feel the press of his thighs against your hips, caging you against the bed as a  palm, featherlite, ghosts over the small of your back. Raising goosebumps as it travels to your neck and brushes your hair out of the way. 

Kaoru murmurs against your ear, breath hot on the skin as you suppress the shiver that threatens to roll down your spine. "Stay still for me." You can't find it in yourself to quip back, allowing yourself to melt into the mattress beneath your heated chest. 

Your breath catches in your throat as cold drips over your back, nearly jumping away from the shock before Kaoru's palm presses between your shoulder blades and traps you to the bed. "I said stay." 

You bite back on instinct "Watch your tone, Kaoru." His breath hitches and the pressure against your back lessons as he hums. 

"Sorry." This time you're more prepared for the cold ink as it drips onto your skin, thin bristles of his favorite brush lightly scraping against your back as it drags up. Drawing a rattled groan from your lips as Kaoru presses his weight further into you. His voice a near purr "You look so good like this, my muse." Heat boils your skin and every drag of his hand rewards him with a muffled curse. 

His free hand travels from your back to your nails digging into the pillow, intertwines his fingers with yours for a beat before releasing and letting his palm wander to your ribs. Wretch a gasp from your lips and map your body like he's trying to memorize it as his teeth nip at the junction of your shoulder and neck. "Careful-" He ignores your clipped plea with a hum before kissing at your shoulder, teeth nipping and pulling until he's satisfied with the mark left behind. 

The brush drags towards the dip of your back just as his fingers reach your heat. "You have to stay still or the ink will run.." Kaoru's voice is even and collected but it's impossible to ignore the grind of his hips. The brush long forgotten next to you as his now free hand presses against the back of your neck, holding you in place as a groan slips through his calm guise. 

"If only the world could see you like this, spread out for me. My best work." Heat builds in your stomach with each twist of his hand that pulls a stuttered moan from your throat. "Mon petit chou, my love." Kaoru purrs out each syllable, his thighs tensing around you as you jolt against his palm. "But they can not appreciate your beauty to its truest extent, to see you like this is an experience that I hope you allow me to be selfish with." 

"Kaoru-" oh God how can he sound so pretty? How can one man pull you apart thread by thread and count every one with the carefulness of the fates stitching together the world. He has to know how much power he has over you, its impossible for him not to. Not when he wretches bliss from your rattled form and carries you through the pleasure with poems written by the heavens muttered into your skin. 

Skin hot against his, you sink into the mattress. "Is the ink dry yet?" Kaoru drags his slicked hand from under you to touch your back before humming. 

"Yes, but I would wait a few-" He's pinned beneath you before he can finish, eyes blown wide with lust as his lips part to gape at you. 

His wrists lay trapped beneath your palm as your hips settle above his. His length pressing against your stomach. "Kaoru.." He twitches at your coo. "Let me thank you." His mouth opens to protest but you cut him off with a kiss. Lips pressing against his feverishly as your hand runs over his chest, nails scraping over his nipples to capture a trembling gasp from his throat as he gladly welcomes your tongue. 

Grinds against you as you pull away from his chasing lips and whines so prettily as you nip at his jaw. Bite and suck the skin until he's covered in purple and writhing underneath you, pleas tumbling from his tongue like a prayer as you ghost your teeth over his chest. "You're so pretty Kaoru." You can't help but grin when he moans at the praise. "All mine, so pretty for me. I love you Kaoru." As soon as you release your hold on his hands they fly to your head, fingers twisting into your hair as he struggles to gasp for breath. 

"Please." His hips jump as you kiss at the bruised flesh from the night before, breath ghosting over the thin trail of pink hair that leads you to your goal. "Please-" 

"Patience Kaoru." Your lips hover above his flushed length, something possessive purring in your chest as he whines. "Let me say thank you, properly."

Later that day, when you finally leave the comfort of your lover's side to get dressed. You sneak a glance at your back in the mirror, flush blooming your skin as you trail over the Kanji painted there. 

'Sakurayashiki Kaoru'

[leviiattacks]

CASHIER LEVI AND LIKE THE READER IS THE CUSTOMER AND IT’S LIKE THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON EACHTOHER

author note :: honestly not my best at all..... like at all..... this was actually pretty good but the entire draft got deleted and i just lost all my effort but i felt bad for starting it and not completing it for anon so you may take whatever i have managed to salvage. i hope u enjoy it :’( i am extremely sick rn and yeah writing is the only break i am currently getting from anything :-) SO AGAIN I’ M SORRY ANON..... i may write a 10k + word fic on this though so i can redeem myself bc this is just disappointing 😭

word count :: 3.3k

every single thursday you stop by ackermart. maybe it’s because the day is convenient for you or perhaps it’s because of a certain cashier that works the evenings...

HAHA it’s got nothing to do with a cashier why would it have anything to do with a cashier? :-)

today is like any other. you walk through the fresh produce aisle then proceed to make your way towards the bakery section picking up a loaf of bread

it’s stupid, you know it is but... you think you’ve worked up enough courage to speak to him today!!

and who is him you may ask?

levi at till number four. his tired eyes always happen to pierce into yours and his calloused thumbs brush past your skin when you hand him your rewards card

levi is what his bright red name tag says and although he doesn’t look like a levi you’d like to think your crush isn’t stealing someone’s identity so you believe that it’s his real name

anxiously fiddling with your basket you’re beginning to think this was a horrible idea

the girl ahead of you is flirting up a storm with him and although he’s not reciprocating it by any means you still feel deterred

levi bags the last of her groceries and looks up at her when she asks for a way to contact him. he doesn’t look mad... just bored?

“ma’am. this is an ackermart i don’t think it’s appropriate you ask me for my number. the customer service line is listed on our website.”

the woman raises a brow looking completely flabbergasted. okay, if everything before this wasn’t a warning THIS sure was

she stomps off when she realises levi isn’t kidding and you think you’d feel bad for her maybe if she was more respectful about it

“next customer.” levi calls over his shoulder and you shuffle forward pretending to be engrossed in your phone

“cash or card?” he asks plainly.

you hear the BEEP of your groceries being scanned and think on it for a while before replying with “cash”

you’re clearly pretty good at your pretend to be totally into your phone act because levi tries to get your attention but you don’t hear what he has to say till the third time he repeats himself

but even then you’re still unsure what it is he’s said????

looking down you see his hand is stuck out in front of you and now you’re even more confused

faltering for a second you look at his palm and then speak

“um, i guess your hand is nice? it’s pretty big compared to the rest of you actually.”

“i was asking for your cash?” he says and now you look at his palms in mortification

gasping you yANK your hand into your purse as you laugh awkwardly fishing around to find your money

“oh, OH i knew that. just kidding!! i mean- i meant that thing about your hand?? but i thought it was- i funny? yes the joke funny? i’m-”

he leans back into his spinning chair and sighs contently. “you’re not making much sense peaches.”

“pe- peaches??” you repeat. no way you’ve heard that correct

levi lazily points at the abundance of the aforementioned fruit in your grocery bags

“you must love em.”

“i, well yeah i do like peaches but i also like...” um??? what food would make you look sophisticated and professional?

OH YEAH

“FRENCH CUISINE :-)!!!!” you say rather proudly

“...cool. i guess.” levi hands you your grocery bag which is basically an invitation asking for you to get out

he doesn’t seem mad but he’s definitely going to look back at this encounter and laugh his ass off at how stupid you are

hanging your head down low in embarrassment you make your way out towards your car

there’s always next time!! maybe you can practice in the mirror yeah that does sound like it would help!!!

okay so.

it is officially next time.

actually you never got the opportunity to practice in front of the mirror because you chickened out of looking like an idiot even if it was in the privacy of your own home

but!!! you did try to practice some cool pick up lines because who doesn’t like a good pickup line or two??

the two mini milk cartons in your hand and the pack of doughnuts you have tucked under your arm aren’t too heavy so you aren’t too worried about having to wait in the line

for some reason the guy in front of you keeps turning around and glancing at you as if you don’t even exist

you are not casper the ghost

also casper is a little boy and you definitely aren’t a little boy

finally after a good five minutes the man ahead of you is having his stuff scanned but he’s STILL doing it. even levi notices and gives him an odd look which borders annoyance and anger.

“can i pay for your groceries? maybe walk you to your car?” the stranger asks suddenly

so that’s what this is, he’s simply taken an interest in you

my god this is new but it is uncomfortable and you’d rather say no

“oh, i actually walked here and no thanks i can pay for my own. enjoy the rest of your day!!” you hope your white lie is enough to fool the man but instead of agreeing as any other person would he looks majorly deceived

“i saw you in the parking lot.” ok this is getting a bit too uncomfortable for your liking

“c’mon i’m offering to buy your shit too?”

his voice is raising and you’re not sure what exactly you can do but thankfully for you the manager steps in and takes him away before any more threats can be made

the man had taken up so much of your attention you almost forgot levi was even there until you turned back around

“do you want a member of staff to accompany you to your car? it’s getting dark out.” levi’s comment helps ease your nerves and you try to laugh off what just happened

“i’m good :-)” you say shaking a little. you’re unsure if it’s the cold or the fact you still haven’t completely calmed down

“you sure peaches?”

“i haven’t bought any peaches this time.”

“you’re still peaches to me.” your cheeks flush at his confidence

wait, maybe this is your chance. you’re the last person in his line and they’re closing up for the day so...

“could you walk me to my car?”

and to your surprise even before you can take back what you’ve said levi agrees

it stays like that for a while.

every thursday levi walks you to your car by the end of his shift, all the while the two of you exchange a few words together

like last week you asked him what his favourite colour was (he said purple) you’ve learnt about his hobbies (he’s a decent cook), you’ve even found out about some of his own personal problems. he had mentioned suffering with insomnia in passing.

to be honest each and every time he walks you to your car he has to notice that you begin to park further and further away from the front entrance. but if he does notice he doesn’t say a word about it

“is that all you’re checking out?” you ask with a cheeky grin plastered across your face

looking down at your new dress your lopsided grin is far from fading away any time soon. you especially picked this one out after asking levi what his favourite colour was last week

god. this is so embarrassing but never actually have you had a crush this huge

levi who’s sat behind the counter shoots you a look which almost seems to be on the verge of uninterested. he isn’t entertaining this at all or this is just his typical bored face, you can’t really tell

BUT..... you still have a huge crush on him and you aren’t one to give up this easily

for the record you don’t harass him or anything, just the occasional hint is thrown around but he’s either really dense or doesn’t care

his expression does you no favours, you can’t tell what he’s thinking half the time

“you’re always buying energy drinks... might want to cut down on those they’re no good for you.”

warmth blooms in your chest. he’s just saying it to make small talk but the fact he even thinks to bring that up has your heart fluttering

“i- well- yeah i will!! just have a few overdue essays to get over with :-)” twiddling your thumbs together you think that makes your nerves too obvious so you begin to scratch at the back of your neck

if anything is a dead give away it’s your constant neck scratching, thankfully levi hasn’t picked up on it

“so you wore purple today?” his eyes linger on the thin straps of your dress and you feel the goosebumps rise up onto your skin immediately

“oh yeahhhh-”

“did i tell you yellow was my favourite colour last week?” he asks holding up a neon yellow pack of crisps and for the first time you see him smile

he looks so ?!|>\€|^ pretty ?!/)/&

wait?? yellow??

“didn’t you say purple?”

“no?” he crosses his arms playfully over his chest thinking for a bit

“maybe i did but no it’s really yellow.” he says as he hands you your bag

nodding your head you smile “yeahhhh sure it is.”

damn, now you’re going to have to find a yellow dress just to make him revert back to purple because who even likes yellow?? that’s a deal breaker right there??

update

it’s been two weeks!!

and a yellow dress has been found and secured B-)

it’s been a pretty rough day at work and you need to desperately collect a pack of green tea and get going

you don’t know when exactly being a secretary meant you had to babysit your boss’ children but that’s what the last week has entailed

being made to work overtime to this extent has had an effect on you and you’re ready to head home as soon as you swing by ackermart

not seeing levi for a week made you a little :-( because to be honest he’s the highlight of your thursday evening BUT!! you’ll be able to see him today at least

walking in through the entrance you’re met with connie smiling right at you, he holds the door open for you and smile back greeting him

“so you didn’t come last week...?”

it’s weird for him to ask that, after all you don’t really speak to anyone here apart from levi, you’re surprised you’re enough of a regular to be known by name

“oh i didn’t think anyone would notice? but yeah i had to work overtime you know what boss’ are like.” groaning you crouch down and look at the pot noodles on display

“i didn’t notice it. boss man did.”

“boss man?” you ask feeling out of loop

“levi.” connie answers as he hops into the backroom

????

isn’t he just a cashier??

“you still look confused.” connie remarks as he heads back out with a cardboard box full of pringle’s tubes

“levi’s the boss man, this is his store. he literally only ever mans the cash register on thursday evening because of you.”

at that you start laughing because it makes no sense at all to you

there’s no way connie is being serious

“good one.” you say as you stand up with a chicken flavored noodle in your hand

“i’m not kidding?”

turning around you give him a skeptical look

he sighs and shakes his head.

“listen. me and the part timers are tired of making bets on when he’ll give you his number and i bet that it would happen today so if you could confess to each other that would be perfect!!!”

“who said i like-”

“anyone with a brain can tell you both like each other.” he’s rolled his eyes so far into the back of his head you begin to take him a little more seriously now

“i... did i make it that obvious??” you’re directly facing him trying to get out as much information as you can

“yeah. very. at least levi wasn’t as bold.”

“i think you’ve got the wrong end of the stick he definitely doesn’t like me.”

connie gives you an “are you fucking with me?” look and you look away trying to distract yourself with the the canned goods lining the shelves

“he was worried sick when you didn’t come in for the entire week. he even asked me if he scared you away.”

“maybe i’m just his favourite customer?”

“favourite customer my ass he has a crush on YOU. confess.”

playing around with the ends of your sleeves connie sees he’s fighting a losing battle unless he gives you definitive solid proof

“please... i’ll get free barbecue if i win the bet and i’m kinda broke rn :-(” okay, you do want connie to eat well and be treated and maybe this is a good thing. if levi doesn’t like you then you can move on!!

“i’ll think about it.”

before connie can continue talking you make a beeline towards the tea aisle whilst throwing a “see you next time!” over your shoulder.

by the time you’ve gathered all of your groceries your basket is full to the brim. you’ve been lingering as much as you can out of fear but you think you’ve collected just enough courage to ask for his number

looking at the cash register levi is sat there and your shoulders slump. he’s probably going to say no and you’re going to look like a huge loser.

right as you’re about to take a step towards him levi finally spots you and gives you one look before standing up from his seat

“hi!” you wave at him

“...hey!” he smiles wide but he bites it back pretending it was never there in the first place

placing your basket in front of him he eyes what you’ve got

“hm... lots of peaches as per usual peaches.” the nickname that rolls of his tongue makes you tremble a little. will he call you that after you fuck everything up with this stupid confession?

his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek when he gets to the heart shaped box of chocolates

“a gift for a friend? didn’t know you had those?” he teases as he scans the barcode

“gift for a crush!” you reply back enthusiastically as you dig through your wallet looking for your card

levi doesn’t respond for a few seconds and an awkward silence fills the air. you glance up to see him looking at you open mouthed in shock

“good luck.” he murmurs under his breath he’s not even returning your gaze at this point and is hurriedly scanning through your barcodes

“you okay?” you ask worrying about his mood

“yeah, yeah. great.” he’s quieter than usual.

the rest of your encounter is the same, levi silently bags your groceries and you can’t tell if this is a good or bad response.

just as he’s about to place the heart shaped box into your plastic bag you lunge forward holding his wrist to stop him

“no i don’t need those.”

he cocks his eyebrow upwards trying to analyse your expression and gain an understanding of your thoughts

“don’t tell me you’re chickening out. whoever it is will say yes.” he scoffs as he places the chocolates into the bag handing them over to you with a warm smile

there it is again. the fear returns and you swipe your tongue over your slightly dry lips.

no way.

is he telling you to confess to someone now? so he must not like you?

taking the bag away from him you scratch your neck out of habit and huff feeling frustrated

“he keeps giving me mixed signals.” you say hoping he catches your drift

“give him the chocolates and let him put two and two together. don’t even say anything.” his advice would be great if he weren’t the guy you were trying to confess to in real time

nodding you reach into the bag and bring the box back out before gently placing it in front of levi

“are you serious?” he asks and your face drops seeing the possible displeasure in his eyes

great, connie and the part timers just over analysed he doesn’t like you, obviously he doesn’t like you, why would he like you?

without looking back you hurry out, the embarrassment is eating you away now and the thought of ever returning to ackermart isn’t even feasible in your mind

at this point you may as well change your name, identity, dye your hair, have a few children and wear sunglasses the next time you come back so you look like a soccer mum and not the foolish y/n who thought they had a chance with their cute CASHIER???

god, you probably look like a creep

the sound of footsteps can be heard behind you and labored breaths follow before levi calls out for you

“please wait up.” he grumbles. slowing down your pace you let him catch up to you. he grabs at your wrist and sighs in relief

turning you see him savour the air

is this the part where he confesses he likes you too or—

“your receipt you forgot it.” he gasps as he opens your hand for you and places it into your palm

oh.

fingers clasping shut onto the paper you feel the humiliation seep into your pores

this.

is.

the.

worst.

moment.

of.

your.

life.

“open it.” he offer you a boyish smile and your nerves don’t let you find comfort in it

you grimace as you fold it open, you’re imagining he’s charged you an extra £100 for having unwanted feelings for him and if that’s the case you’ll die on the spot

but instead your eyes light up in joy. you’re pleasantly surprised

...

inside of the receipt is his phone number haphazardly sprawled across in black biro - you even double check by comparing it to the number for the customer service helpline

hello??

HELLO.?.!/)£ HIS NUMBER???

“if you just wanted to return the chocolate this is embarrassing.” he’s the one who’s now scratching at his neck and you find that he’s endearing this way

the streetlight from above illuminates him, the shadows cast over his face and his brows aren’t furrowed as they usually are

you open your mouth to reply but connie cuts you off unintentionally. he can be heard YELLING into his phone ecstatic that his plan has worked out

“I WIN!!! HA BBQ’S ON YOU JEAN!! MUST SUCK TO BE YOU.”

you and levi look at each other and laugh, reassuring the other of what has just happened.

well...

you guess this is the start of something new? maybe??

:-)