#being able to like warm up at your own pace without the worry of “will i be ready in time???” or “i wish i wasnt slower then everyone else”

[bouncybongfairy]

Freezer Burn

Prince Zuko x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: Tensions are running high which causes a argument between Zuko and yourself. He bruises the confidence you have in your hunting abilities and reaffirms your fear of being a burden. Wanting to prove otherwise, you go out in the cold to hunt. Feeling guilty about how he treated you, he goes out to find you. The two of you find some innovative ways to keep warm.

Word Count: 2.0k+

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Everyone was having a rough day of travel, even Appa was reaching his limit. It was freezing and the optimism of finding a warm place to sleep was fading in everyone. Anng found a small cave that would work for the night. It was on a small mountain and overlooked an even smaller village. Zuko started making a fire while Katara and yourself set up the tents. Yang and Sokka were already asleep, curled into Appa’s thick fur. You were hungry but so was everyone else. 

“Are we going to be able to hunt for food soon? Or get some water?” you asked. 

“We could but I don’t think the cold would allow us to be out there for long. Not to mention there wouldn’t be any animals out, it's just too cold,” she said. 

“Not to mention you’d barely come home with anything in good weather,” Zuko grumbled, poking at the fire. He’d been making cracks at you all day, at first you could ignore him. Excusing his behavior on fatigue and hunger pains, but now you were taking it personally. 

“You’re not a prince among us, so stop acting like it” you say in hopes of lowering his ego.

“I am the best fighter and hunter, the past two battles you’ve only slowed us down. Maybe if we had a successful kill earlier we wouldn’t be hungry now,” he said. 

“Zuko don’t say that!” Katara snapped. 

All day you’d been beating yourself up over that mistake. Deep down you knew the rest of the group was irritated about you costing them the meal earlier. It just reaffirmed your insecurity. Grabbing your bow and arrows, you start putting your clothes back on while preparing for a hunt. 

“We’re all really tired and yes we may be hungry but you’re not the sole reason for that. Zuko is obviously just grumpy, don’t let his outburst get to you,” she says, grabbing your arm. 

Deep down you wanted to listen and calm down, rest for a while. Your pride however wouldn’t allow you to stop yourself. As you left, you could hear Katara yelling at Zuko to apologize. The feeling of dread bubbled in your stomach, you didn’t want to make anyone worry but your ego was clouding your judgment. Everyone in the group had their own ways of helping and at times you did feel like a burden. Extra weight that Appa had to carry on his back. It wasn’t that you were mad about what Zuko said, you were more frustrated that it was true. At this point it felt like you’d been walking for hours. The snow was coming down hard, without any signs of lightning. Not eating and your lack of rest was starting to get to you. Your stomach felt like it was eating away at itself. Eyes burning and muscles starting to stiffen from the cold penetrating your clothes. You tried not to go too far, knowing you couldn’t carry an animal in the cold that far. But you had to get some distance between you and the cave in order to find any wild game. Finally spotting a young Moose Lion, looking lost and confused, you almost hesitated when readying your bow. After successfully hitting the animal, your body floods with adrenaline. This quickly fades as you realize you’ll have to drag the thing home. Seemingly underestimating the size which caused a struggle when walking back. Even though it was freezing, you’d broken into a sweat. Starting to feel lightheaded, you took a moment to catch your breath. 

Katara was pacing at the entrance of the cave, anxious for your arrival. He wouldn’t admit it, but Zuko was feeling his own regret about how he’d spoken to you. He didn’t mean to let his anger get the best of him, it just sort of happened. 

“I think I should go out to look for her, she could be freezing to death,” she said, starting to get dressed.

“You can’t, it’s a full blown blizzard,” Zuko said, standing up. 

“Well we can’t just leave her to die out there!” Katara snaps, upset that he would even suggest stopping her from leaving. 

“I know, but only a fire bender would have the resources to survive such severe weather. I’ll go,” he said, making the fire sustainable for the time he’d be gone for. 

“Just be careful,” Katara said as he walked into the cold.

Once he felt just how bad it was outside, his guilt intensified. It wasn’t true what he said about you being a burden. He was just feeling insecure about his own place in the group. Simply projecting his inner turmoil onto you. Knowing it pushed you this far was getting to him. He took a deep breath and started following the faint track you left. Even though a fresh layer of snow was now covering the foot prints, it was still enough to follow. At times Zuko would use his fire for warmth and light. Getting desperate, he began calling your name out. Fatigue was starting to affect him as well. He finally thought he saw you, laying against the animal. He assumed you were just pulling the arrow out but when he got closer he noticed you were passed out. He immediately started assessing you, looking around knowing he had to find shelter that was closer than the rest of the group. Using his fire, he melts a coating of snow and ice, covering a small cave. The animal luckily kept you warm while he wasn’t there but he was still worried about your fingers. They had practically no color and your lips were tinted blue. Once he got you inside the cave, next to the fire he created, he brought the animal in. Impressed that you shot it right through the chest. Taking off his outer layers and bundling you up in them. He was relieved to see the color coming back to your fingertips and cheeks. Checking every once in a while to make sure you were getting too close and burning yourself. 

The two of you wouldn’t be able to make the trip back any time soon, so Zuko began skinning and sectioning off the meat. Washing his hands with melted snow he was slowly collecting. As he roasted the meat, he couldn’t help but admire your beauty. Your eyelashes were long and the light from the fire was illuminating your face. Sleeping with your lips slightly parted, hair completely unraveled from the tight bun it once was in. After a couple hours, you slowly began to come too. Sitting up rubbing your eyes, Zuko rushes over to you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, brushing the hair out of your face. He grabbed a bowl of water, bringing it to your lips,

“Sit closer to the fire,” he said, helping you sit up fully. Still weak, you were wobbling while you sat criss-crossed. Still shivering a bit because your back was cold, not able to feel the heat from the fire. Zuko notices this and comes to sit behind you, stabilizing and warming you up. He was using a stick to roast the meat he’d prepared from the animal. It smelt really good, and was the only reason you were keeping your eyes open. He brought the stick to your lips but you were too weak to rip a piece off. Trying to bite a small chunk but not having the strength to actually get a bite. He laughs at your attempt and rips a small piece off, bringing it to your mouth. He repeated this a couple times, giving you sips of water in between. Letting you digest, he rests his chin on top of your head and keeps cooking. After eating, you could feel yourself gaining strength and energy. Becoming more aware of your surroundings.

“What happened?” you asked, looking around and noticing it was only you and Zuko. 

“You went out to hunt and passed out. I came looking for you but the storm was too powerful to travel back to camp with you and the kill. So we're camping here for the night,” he explained, adding more wood to the fire. 

That was when you slowly started putting the pieces of your memory back together. You were grateful to be sheltered now, definitely counting your blessings. Noticing that Zuko wasn’t wearing a shirt, you took off what he gave you. He accepted it but didn’t put it on right away, instead just laying it on his neck like a scarf. 

“I’m sorry for egging you on like that, and for not stopping you from leaving,” he said, moving his chin from your head to your collarbone. 

“It was my decision, I knew it wasn’t a good idea. It was my stubbornness that put both of us at risk,” you said. 

“I like that you're stubborn, that you don’t listen to people who underestimate you,” he said.

“I thought you hated me,” you chuckle. 

“I know that’s what I show but it couldn’t be further than the truth,” he spoke softly. 

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” you asked, moving your back closer against his chest. 

“As mean as I’ve been, you always are so nice and understanding. Even when I don’t deserve it,” he said. 

“Zuko you always deserve it, you’re easy to love,” you say, turning to face him. 

His face was bright red and for the first time you were seeing his vulnerability. Just slightly, like he didn’t want to give too much away. You move his hair out of the way and look at his scar. Although he looked a little embarrassed, he tilted his head so you could get a full look. Without thinking, you started kissing the skin around his eye. He ended up catching your lips with his. Immediately you move so that you’re straddling his lap. His back was pressed against the wall of the cave, your back was facing the fire. Running your fingers through his hair, admiring how soft the strands were. He moaned into your mouth as you pulled and tugged. Rocking your hips against crotch, your stomach tightening after feeling him get hard. You take in a sharp intake of breath and narrow down, focusing on rubbing against his shaft. Zuko’s hips began to buck involuntarily, which led to his taking his pants off. You follow his lead and do the same, also removing your top. Using his hands to rock your hips against his. Partly because he liked spreading your wetness along himself but also enjoying watching your chest bounce. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, you let out a strangled moan. The pleasure was so intense the rocking of your hips was becoming erratic. Seeing you react so intensely to his touch made him go somewhat feral. 

Flipping you over so your back is against the cold ground. He was feverishly kissing your neck and chest, at times making you giggle. He smiled down at you, taking in how beautiful your eyes were in the soft glow of the fire. Your entire body felt like it was burning down to your core. Pulling your knees to your chest, taking the hint he sat up. He was now towering above you, his member laying on your front. Leaking pre-cum onto your lower stomach. He grabs himself, slapping his dick on your pussy. Enjoying the moans and whines coming from your mouth every time he rubbed his tip against your clit. He enjoyed watching you beneath him, desperate for his touch. A relief only he could provide you. Unable to take any more foreplay, he presses into you. Muttering curses as he is overwhelmed by your heat. How tight you felt around him and your moans matching up with his movement made him feel overstimulated. Like he couldn’t slow his heart rate down. Watching as your tits bounced with every thrust, how braindead you were from pleasure. He presses his hands down on your stomach so he could feel this cock pounding in and out of you. The sudden pressure was enough to send you over the edge. Pulling Zuko down and raking your nails down his back, 

“Fuck!” he said it loud, right in your ear. 

His thrusts were unrelenting as he chased his orgasm. Groaning and moaning into your shoulder as he finally came. Rutting into you as he came inside you, pressing himself as close as he could be to you. Petting his hair and whispering encouraging things into his hair. He laid down beside you, pulling you into his chest before covering the two of you with a woven quilt. Giving the fire one last hit before drifting off to sleep with you.

[unorthodoxfaithxx]

Yandere JJK - Yuta Okkotsu

When you leave for a month long mission without telling your close friend and maybe crush, Yuuta. You come back and he’s cracked. 

It’d been two months since you left on a mission, only now being able to return back to Japan. When you arrived home to your shared apartment, you had expected a warm welcome from your kind and courteous friend, Yuuta. You imagined he’d tell you, “Welcome home,” ask how your trip was, and offer to make dinner like he usually did on days he felt adventurous enough to cook. The two of you lived pretty harmoniously together, both being capable sorcerers with similar demeanors and all.

What you didn’t expect was to be shoved against the wall of the flat’s narrow hallway kabedon style, body pressed flush against your roommate’s, who had a look on his face like he hadn’t been sleeping for weeks and just found out the cure to his insomnia was something ridiculously simple, bordering on relief and hysteria. 

“Where. Have you been.” He practically growled, your heart beating at an odd pace since he was barely an inch away from your face.

“Uhnn, on a mission. But great news-I’m back home and won’t be working for a bit, aha?” You broke eye contact, unable to withstand the cold intensity of his dark eyes. 

“And you left without telling me? Without telling anyone?” 

“Well, to be fair it was a secret mission! It wasn’t to be disclosed and even then I knew it’d only make you worry and you’d probably end up trying to tag along somehow. I didn’t want to distract you from your work, Yu.”

Your explanation didn’t do much to help calm his nerves. You could tell he was obviously worked up, he was breathing hard, his arms were shaking, and his newfound grip on your shoulders was soul crushing. You knew your friend was strong, but the fact that you couldn’t move at all from your position was impressive. 

“So you just up and left? That’s not fair,” His languid voice spoke with quiet rage. He was never one to raise his voice, not even now. “You don’t get to decide that. What if you had died? What if something happened and nobody from home knew anything about it? Would you be okay with leaving everyone behind? Leaving me?” 

“No…I mean…I wouldn’t want that. I mean hey, I’m here! We’re good now, right? I’m fine! We’re fine.” You said this last part with no confidence, “…Are we?”

Yuuta took a step back, staring at the wall next to you because he couldn’t stand to look at you. “No. We’re not.” 

He let you go, moving to turn back to his room. You grabbed his shoulder. “Hey-wait! I know you’re upset. I would be too. But please, don’t ignore me. I was so lonely on my own, now that I’m back I…well, is it too selfish to say I want you by my side? I missed you a lot.” Your abandonment issues were about to be the death of you.

“You trampled on my feelings, completely disregarding how I’d feel, and now you want pity?”

You deflated. “No. Just. I just want you. I’m sorry for hurting you, Yuta. I didn’t mean it, really.”

A minute of silence passed you both. You felt like you were about to cry. You sniffled. “I really am sorry.” 

He stared at the ground, muttering a soft curse before looking back at you, slowly opening his arms. He sighed. “I can never stay mad at you. I missed you too. C’mere.” 

And you nearly leapt into his arms, hugging him tightly. His scowl broke, turning into an ever so slight smile. 

Coming home wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

You thought the two of you were cool and were about to offer to order take-out when he threw you over his shoulder, went to his room, and threw you on the bed, locking the door promptly behind him. 

“Uhhhh, Yuuta?” You asked. “Watcha doing?”

He chuckled darkly. “You confessed to me before your mission, right? And then you bolted before I could even respond. Well, I’ve had a lot of time to think about how I should reply in the past months you were gone. And this is my response.”

Your face grew red. How could you have forgotten about that? 

He crawled on the bed after you, leering over you like a tiger would its prey. 

“I love you. More than anything in the world. And when I noticed you left and had no idea when you’d be back, or if you’d come back at all? I thought I’d go crazy. It took everything in me to not kill the elites that ordered you on the mission and drag you back home myself.” He had you caged between his arms again, voice dropping to something thick and heavy at his next words, “I decided that when you came back, if you ever came back, I wouldn’t let you go anymore. I want you by my side forever. And even then forever’s no where near enough.”

“Quite the romantic, are you big guy?”

He smirked at that. “I’ve had enough time to study up on the type of guys you like.” You shivered when you felt his lips glide across your neck, a rough hand slowly sneaking up your stomach, beneath your clothes. 

“You’re mine tonight. And forever.”

Tonight was going to be a loooooooong night. 

[xythlia]

› he's obsessed w you (and your pussy)

mdni. f!reader. pussy worshipping satoru. fingering. clit play. edging. multiple orgasms. biting mention. squirting.

satoru who loves playing with your pussy, getting you situated between his legs and creeping his hands up your thighs. especially if you wore those cute sleep shorts to bed last night, the ones that bunch up around your ass when you wake up and sleepily pad into the kitchen looking for coffee.

you don't have to worry, he's got something that can wake you up much better than a cup of steaming hot caffeine ever could. he's practically addicted to the way you moan, quiet and breathy, as his fingers stroke you through your shorts at first. squirming in his hold as you feel his erection press against your lower back but he's not concerned about himself just yet.

placing wet, sloppy kisses against the side of your neck, trailing his tongue against your warm skin makes his head spin and he's gotta use his other hand to hold your hip firmly in place. no wiggling away from him, not when the thought of you has been tempting him since last night. when you whine out his name and paw as his forearms it just urges him on, pulling the fabric to the side to swipe his fingers against you and feel just how wet you are.

"woke up like this, huh? you know I can help," he purrs against the back of your neck as your head rolls back to rest against his chest. Your lips are parted and little puffs of air are coming harshly from between them as his index delicately circles your clit. He doesn't apply much pressure, it's almost like the ghost of a touch against you but it's enough to already have you whining and begging for him to touch you more, stop being so mean 'toru.

but you don't know he's not being mean, quite the opposite it's just that the slick feeling of your pussy drives him insane and feeling the sticky warmth inside you as he slides two fingers against your fluttering walls makes curses drop from his mouth instantly. The way you massage his fingers in a pulsing rhythm is beyond sinful, your body begging him to indulge more, more, more.

and who is he to deny you?

"shit," he grips a handful of your inner thigh as his fingers keep working you open at a lazy pace. there's no rush, not this morning when the sun's barely up and the sounds of the world waking have yet to reach through the exterior of your home. he can feel the way your muscles tense, flexing and holding taut every time he scissors his long fingers against your silky walls.

the squelching sound that fills the apartment makes him salivate, if it was possible he'd have hearts in his eyes from that alone. you're absolutely soaked now, arousal coating his fingers and seeping into the palm of his hand as your hips buck and jerk in a sporadic rhythm shamelessly desperate to chase your release.

but he doesn't want this to be over too soon, not when he's only just started. so he switches, fingers pulling out of you and moving back up to rub your adorably puffy clit. it makes your voice crack and he knows without even looking that there's tears in your eyes now, and you're beyond the point of being able to speak now it's just hiccuped moans and broken cries of his name joining the squishy sound of him toying with you.

it may as well be his own personal platinum record, he could have this cacophony on repeat for a week and die a happy man. his other hand drifts up to grope and massage your breasts intermittently through your t-shirt, one stolen from his wardrobe that you look so jaw dropping in. he groans feeling your nails bite into his forearm, his teeth returning the favor against the side of your neck while you sob and your body goes rigid in his lap.

he knows this is it, feels the stray tears splash against his hand as they drop from your face while your gasps turn silent, mouth hung open and body rigid while his fingers never stop playing with your clit as you ride out the orgasm and he feels, somehow, even more of your slick mixed with cum dripping out of you and making even more of a mess between your legs.

but even after you start coming down satoru doesn't stop. rolling your cute little clit between his fingers and making you nearly jump out of your skin from the unrelenting pleasure, squeezing his arm and begging for a break.

"don't wanna leave my favorite girl just yet," and you just know he's talking about both you and your pussy. it makes you groan and grind your hips again as his fingers dip back inside you, languidly exploring every inch of you while your body can't help but spam intermittently, aftershocks of your previous orgasm hitting against the new waves of pleasure building towards a second.

"toru please," you cry out, the sounds getting mangled by the way your breathing gets so harsh. you're practically crying now, and it's not just your thighs shaking by your whole body because he's taking advantage of the fact that your first orgasm left you so raw.

he shushes you, coos at you so sweetly while his thumb presses against your clit again and you sob, clawing at his skin as he settles on a more rapid pace this time, just to see you come fully undone in his lap. it doesn't take long at all, and he can feel the way liquid spurts against his hand. a lovesick grin works it's way across his face at that and he pulls his hand away fully, situating your shorts back in place over his favorite little treat as he places a sweet kiss to your temple.

satoru knows you're basically made of jello now, answering him in little grunts when he asks if you'd like to sit with him in the bath for a bit, let him hold you and work your body and mind back to full consciousness. carefully he gathers you in his arms, peppering more kisses across your face in silent thanks for always being so good to him, good for him.

[luneariaa]

ᯓ★٠ ࣪⭑ PIECE OF ART. ✧ KENJI S.

✰ — you and kenji being at the museum for plot reasons, kenji being sweet, pure fluff, might be ooc kenji, not much proof-read.

tagging : @xxladyballadxx @jinwoosungs @madeimoisellesoleil 💕

— ✩ m. list.

. dividers by @/strangergraphics 📜 !!

A LIGHT grin is present upon your features, further observing the scattered paper arts close by— passing it in an unhurried pace. Dressed ever so casually, to say the least, yet perfectly fitting to the current location you were in. A sight to behold that still manages to go unnoticed within the sea of people.

It is just the beginning of the eventide, and the museum still continues to open and welcome new visitors as always. Your sole figure remains there, blending in with the several other people with dexterity.

The romantic time of the day, some may say. The mere location itself has given it away fully.

Due to the amount of passing minutes that you've been inside, you started to feel quite chilly all over— causing yourself to mentally curse for not bringing a coat along with you, blaming yourself for your small mistake.

It doesn't take long for you to endure with a slight shiver, when a certain someone suddenly covers your form up with a rather sizeable coat; warming you up almost instantly without fail.

Admittedly, you got startled from the gesture and the sudden appearance, before deciding to turn around to face the said person.

And of course, it didn't take long for you to be able to fully register upon the familiar sight altogether— eyes instantly widening with a beaming smile.

"Ken, you actually came!" Without wasting any second of hesitation, you pulled him into an embrace— burying your face onto his chest with pure joy.

"Mmhm," Kenji hums, adding more to his words further with an equally happy expression, along with a mellow tone. "Of course I do."

He gradually encircles his arms around you, returning the embrace with equal fervor. Lowering his head ever so slightly, he silently allows you to burrow your face further against his chest for the time being— relishing within one another's mere presence.

Everything about him screams security, allowing yourself to drown into him without any worries; starting to feel more addicted as if he's some sort of a drug that made you hold onto life itself.

He's a famous person that is loved by many, and you're almost.. Nothing, like him. It's what keeps you questioning sometimes, and the way you're able to establish a rather special connection with him.

The difference between you two is like day and night itself; one that is vast and perceptible. Yet if only you knew— that Kenji never once is bothered by any of those existing statuses, not even the slightest. He appreciates you for being who you truly are.

"I figured that you'd be quite busy. I mean, I understand if you're unable to stop by earlier, y'know."

"Hey, don't worry about it." Just like that— he's able to dispel the existing anxiousness within you effortlessly so, still keeping his hold around you with just the right amount of force; not too assertive, and it just felt right.

"I'll always make time for you, my love."

His simple response made you beam in delight; noting the truth of his words alone.

No one is around the area that you both are in, does it-? It's as if nothing much mattered at this present moment, shielding yourselves with the makeshift reality that you both have unconsciously created— lost within your own little world without a care.

The stillness around the both of you, except for the occasional breathing sounds, makes the moment special somehow. You could clearly feel the heat radiating off from him and his coat alone; his warm breath brushes past your ear.

"Feeling any better now?"

"Yeah," you nodded with a grateful smile of your own. "Thank you, Ken."

Has he ever told you on how much he loves it whenever you call him Ken? It just hits different whenever you call him like that. He would lose his damn mind if he wants to.

"I appreciate you a whole lot," you added. "You don't usually go to places like this, that is."

"I just can't help myself but to come and see you.." A velvety chuckle slips past through his lips— planting a small kiss upon your forehead before gently pushing you away for a bit, just so that he could gaze at you.

"Honestly, I just— yeah, I missed you, a lot. I know I've been busy lately, but still.."

Kenji is speaking nothing short of pure honesty lacing his words. He misses the feeling of your frame against his own; letting his thumb tracing the contours of your face with such delicacy— every detail of your features none left untouched.

"What if I told you that I feel the same way too?" A cliche answer, but it works every single time.

Your gaze now darted towards the large painting ahead, which ostensively have shown a pair of lovers— holding onto one another as the life of the other gradually withers away.

He simply chuckled over your statement, immediately taking notice of the shift of your gaze; following your line of sight after.

"The painting looks a bit depressing, to say the least," he remarks, paying close attention about what the artist is trying to convey through the art.

"Yeah." You approached closer to the aforementioned painting, and the coat— his coat, still settled snuggly around your figure, trying your best to discern the details as well.

"I wonder what goes through the artists' mind while making this."

Kenji now stood beside you; the height difference very much noticeable. His eyes seemed to be observing it in every angle possible as well, placing his chin atop of your head from behind— no longer standing beside you.

"I'm curious about it too."

"Maybe it was meant to portray, you know— some tragedy?"

"Well, that definitely worked." He agreed along with your words, accompanied with a quick nod.

When he's sure that you're not looking at anywhere else but the painting alone, Kenji took the opportunity to glance down at you, secretly— or not-so-secretly, admiring the way his coat hangs around you almost loosely; yet fittingly so. You looked so beautiful to him like this, and he didn't dare to let his mind wander too far.

At this point, you didn't have to bring him along to the museum to see the arts, when you are the whole art itself.

A precious piece of art that he would love to keep with him for as long as he's breathing— if you would let him.

Every single part of you screams divine perfection to him. The way your eyes would light up whenever you see anything that interests you, or the way you would bite your lip in pure concentration unknowingly.

The way you speak, and the way you walk— God, don't get him started on the way he would always, successfully so, getting any sort of reaction out of you. The list is endless, and it felt like a personal reward, one that he's not-so-willingly share with anyone else.

No one can truly blame him for doing so, honestly. Kenji couldn't help it— he cherishes you so much that it almost hurts so good. Not out of obsession, but damn, that man loves you a little too much.

Nevertheless, nothing is truly too much for him to love you just the way you are.

Yet rightfully so, you never minded even the slightest. Kenji could never get enough of you; his love for you is always, and somehow, endless.

You smiled lovingly underneath his soft gaze, rubbing his own arm that's currently encircling around you so tenderly. You know that stare, but you just didn't want to point it out and simply wanted to relish within that feeling.

The people might see him as the arrogant, boastful person in the public eye— a mere facade that he puts up every so often when it deems necessary. But he acts so differently whenever he's around you, daring himself to let his walls down and be completely vulnerable with you.

With you, he has nothing to hide, shamelessly showing and proving his devotion to you alone; showing you a side that only you get the privilege of seeing it.

Kenji Sato will never cease to treasure you.

@luneariaa. do not repost; reblogs are welcomed. all rights reserved.

[pastryfication]

american summer | logan sargeant

pairing: logan sargeant x european!reader note: inspired by all the pictures of logan being all american in st. tropez

somewhat an reverse version of this

the moment you step off the plane, the humid florida air wraps around you like a warm blanket, thick with the scent of saltwater and sunscreen. it’s your first time in the u.s., and everything feels both familiar and entirely foreign at once. logan is at your side, his excitement contagious as he rests his hand comfortably on the small of your back, steering you towards the baggage claim.

“welcome to america!” he grins, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. you can’t help but smile back, even as the loud voices and fast-paced energy of the airport overwhelm you a bit.

"yeah, thank you," you reply, trying to take it all in. it’s just an airport, but it feels so different. maybe it’s the accents, or the way everyone seems to be in such a hurry, yet they somehow appear relaxed, like they’re used to the chaos.

as you leave the airport, logan points out the massive suvs and trucks in the parking lot. “see those? classic american cars. none of your tiny european things here.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “they’re so big! do you need a ladder to get into one?”

he chuckles, squeezing your hand. “you get used to it. and you’ll get used to a lot of things over the summer. like this.” he stops by a sleek black pickup, and before you know it, he’s lifting you into the passenger seat as if you weigh nothing. you let out a surprised laugh, feeling a little silly for not being able to climb up on your own, but logan’s grin tells you he finds it endearing.

the drive to his family’s house is an experience in itself. you watch as the scenery whizzes by, the highways lined with palm trees and billboards advertising everything from fast food to theme parks. everything seems bigger, louder, more colorful than back home.

“you’re going to love it here,” logan says as he drives, one hand on the steering wheel, the other reaching over to rest on your knee. “florida’s got everything—beaches, sunshine, and my mom’s cooking.”

you smile at his enthusiasm, trying to imagine what the next few weeks will be like. the thought of meeting his family makes you a little nervous, but logan’s confidence and good mood is contagious.

when you arrive at his parents' home, a sprawling house with a neatly trimmed lawn and an american flag flapping in the breeze, you can’t help but feel a bit of culture shock. the flag is everywhere—on bumper stickers, hanging from porches, even on clothing. it’s something you’ve seen in movies, but seeing it in person, so prominently displayed, is a different experience.

logan notices your wide-eyed look and laughs softly. “americans love their flags. you’ll see them all over. i can give you a history lesson if you want.”

you roll your eyes playfully. “i think i’ll manage without the lecture, thanks.”

his family welcomes you with open arms, his mom pulling you into a tight hug, his dad giving you a firm handshake. they’re warm and friendly, their accents thick and twangy, and you find yourself trying to decipher their quick speech as they talk about the plans they have for your visit.

the next few days are a whirlwind of new experiences. logan takes you out on his family’s yacht, a sleek vessel adorned with—you guessed it—another american flag. as the boat cuts through the sparkling blue water, you can’t help but feel a bit out of place, unsure of the boating terms and etiquette. but logan is patient, guiding you through the basics with that easy smile of his.

“see, that’s the bow, and that’s the stern,” he explains, pointing to the front and back of the boat. “and don’t worry, you’ll be a pro by the end of the summer.”

you nod, trying to absorb it all, but it’s hard to focus when logan’s standing there in his swim trunks, his hair tousled by the wind, looking every bit like a scene out of a movie. he catches you staring and smirks. “what’s that look for?”

“just . . . appreciating the view,” you tease, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks.

he laughs, pulling you into his arms. “you’re adorable, you know that?”

“yeah, yeah.” you smile to yourself as you snuggle yourself into his bare chest.

his arms stays around your bikini clad figure, the skin to skin contact raising your spirits as high as his friends’. they’re all in a good mood, tipsy on rosé, throwing out slangs and phrases that leaves you looking at logan quizzically.

he laughs at your expression, leaning down to give you a sweet kiss and you think to yourself, this whole american summer thing might not be so bad.

[loggiepj]

To Love A Lannister

chapter 7 | chapter 8

"Y/n," Cersei moaned.

In a slow and torturous pace, the bed rocked with every thrust of your cock inside her. Enthralled by the pleasure displayed on the Queen's face and the warm walls tightening around you, the pain you felt from her nails digging against the skin of your back was disregarded, knowing it'd be a wonderful souvenir she'd leave behind.

Kneeling, you gripped Cersei's hips, before pushing your cock relentlessly against her cunt over and over. She threw back her head and arched her back from the new angle, your cock hitting the right spot in her core as her eyes rolled to the back.

You slid your hand under her back without pulling out and lifted her body as you encourage her to straddle you, bucking up towards her as she rolled her hips down meeting you. Your eyes darted to where you two meet and every fiber in your body was on fire.

The filthy moans coming out of the Queen's mouth was driving you insane. She threw her head back lost in ecstasy, exposing her neck before you. Burying your head into her neck, you sucked into her skin then kissed her collarbone before your lips enveloped around her hardened nipple.

"Oh gods, Y/n," she moaned, her tight walls contracting against your cock. You kept on pounding inside her until you could feel your own peak approaching.

Cersei pulled your head from her breasts and kissed you desperately and hungrily, hands clutching against your messy hair. She broke off the kiss as she elicited another loud moan, her hips never wavering from meeting your thrusts. "Please don't stop, please don't stop."

You had no plan on stopping, not when her cunt was gripping you tight and you could barely move anymore. Until both of you exploded. You came a second first, your cum shooting inside of her. The twitch of your cock made Cersei's body spasm, hugging you tight with her arms and legs around you.

Having cummed inside the Queen for the nth time that day, you still couldn't get used to the feeling. The first time you were hesitant, which only spurred when she revealed to you that she'd be seeing Maester Qyburn later that day for the special tea. It made you worry less from coming inside her.

Although it would be a dream come true for Cersei to bear your children some day, it wasn't wise for the time being.

Both panting, your heads leaned against each other before chuckling breathlessly. "You make me feel so good," the Queen gasped, her smile reaching her ears.

"You're doing a great job as well, you know," you said before meeting her lips for a quick peck.

Her eyes then flitted to your chest, hand instinctively cupping your breast with her thumb brushing over your nipple. "You're so pretty, it's a mystery you're not yet taken."

Cersei then put her lips around your nipple, making you lean back against your elbows to give her space to move. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when the queen gave equal attention to your other breast.

"If you keep on doing that, we won't be able to get out of bed," you moaned.

Another roll from her hips made you hiss since you were still inside of her.

"It's nearly the morn though, I need to go back to my chambers before my handmaiden wonders where I am," Cersei said, without even moving from her spot, each grind of her hips rendering you hard again.

"You. . ," you stuttered. "You have been saying that since an hour ago."

"I know," she gasped, your cock hitting a soft spot inside her. "I can't seem to get enough of you."

And you knew you do too as you lifted her and laid her back down the bed, her legs instinctively wrapping around your waist as you thrusted into her.

"Mmm, Cersei," you cooed softly into her mouth as her hands roamed around your back before stopping at your ass, pulling you closer and deeper into her.

"I like having you like this," she murmured in gasps.

"And . . . how is that?"

"At my mercy," she whispered, her eyes boring into you. Your mouth met hers passionately as your pace fastened. Her warm walls started to contract once again, her hips rolling upward to meet you.

She came first that round, making her break the kiss and threw her head into her sheets, eyes shut closed as she let out a loud moan. You followed upon watching such wonderful sight, burying your head into her neck as you grunted your release. Her hands squeezing your ass made you twitch more cum than usual.

Pulling out, you laid down on your back as you cursed blissfully. You two then burst in laughter.

Cersei crawled towards you and placed her head on your shoulder. "Did you know what rumors I heard from servants when you arrived from Dorne?"

You chuckled. "I'm used to that by now."

"I wasn't referring to your special appendage, although I got a lot of talk hearing about how huge it was and apparently they weren't lying."

Your cheeks only got redder.

"Is that why you got intrigued and pursued me?"

She chuckled, gently slapping your chest. "No, well, not just that."

When laughter died down, she went on. "I used to envy pretty girls growing up, how they had flowers as crowns on their head, or locks as wavy as it could get, and I thought I'd want to be like them. No, actually I wanted to be prettier than them and that I'd get all the suitors alone. And even when I always got what I wanted, I never ever seem satisfied, you know. And then you came in marching proudly with your y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes," she touched your hair, "I made it my mission to torment you because I hated it when someone's prettier than me."

Her forefinger then traced towards your lower lip. "But it was different. Thinking about you, everything about you to the point that I myself am being tormented. Until I heard one of the servants in the Kitchen Keep mention how you liked women and how you know how to pleasure them, all I keep wondering on about was how I want you and how I want the girls you seek to be me. Only me."

"You are though," you admitted. "I have not wanted anyone since the day I met you, during your late husband King Robert's name day."

The revelation made her eyes peak with interest.

"I was reading in the Library when I bumped into you. You probably don't remember it-"

"That was you," Cersei said, smiling. "You were eating this disgusting piece of food hanging from your mouth."

"Hey, that was a delectable piece of mince pie." This made you both chuckle.

"That first night we spent together," the Queen went on. "I figured out two things I was particularly scared of. One, your mouth is amazing." It brought a proud smirk on you, making Cersei roll her eyes and laugh. "And two, I . . . I like women more than I like men."

You looked at her with adoration as she only avoided your eyes, shy from her confession. It only made you want her more.

"Wait," you began, cupping her face to make her look back at you, "when you say women, does it mean me or-"

"Of course, it's you, you fool," she said with another playful slap on your chest, before she leaned closer and rested her head on top of you.

You smelled sunflowers from her hair as you kissed the top of her head. "Honestly," she continued in a whisper, "I think I'm more myself when I'm around you."

Cersei then pulled away using her elbow. She said, pouting, "I really do have to leave you now."

"Or you could stay?" you suggested with a hopeful smile.

She leaned forward, capturing your lips in a kiss, her hand instinctively roamed on your stomach down to your flaccid cock before she started stroking it.

"Gods, you're insatiable," you said, chuckling.

"Am I?" she teased before straddling on top of you and lining your cock into her entrance. "Then why are you already so hard for me?"

~~~

It was bliss the following days before Joffrey's wedding. If anyone could just focus, they'd notice the lingering glances being exchanged between you and the Queen. The late nights you had been spending time together, the times she would pull you into an empty corridor just to kiss you hungrily and the days she'd choose not to attend any of her father's council meeting just to meet you in your chambers or hers and fuck when time would allow it.

Jaime noticed, of course. He even managed to corner you two days before the wedding.

"Lady Y/n," he greeted to which you only nodded back. You two were heading towards the dining hall for the night. "How was your trip here in the Capital? I'm sure you're already looking forward to go back home in Dorne this weekend."

You forced a smile, not letting him know you had no plans returning so soon. "It was great. I think I've had it better than you," you paused when his eyebrow raised, "I mean, you're returning to Casterly Rock too. I'm sure you'll miss your days here in the Red Keep."

Then he stopped walking and pressed a hand on your shoulder, stopping you as well. "She's using you, you know. For her own pleasure." You stiffened, making him smirk then he leaned closer into your ear. "And once she's tired of you, she'll throw you away like one of her old dolls."

You pushed him off you. "You know nothing of her."

"Oh, we share the same blood, Y/n. Trust me, I know her. My sister's not capable of love. She's a hateful woman."

~~~

Oberyn found out eventually from your actions when he was asked you how you had been. And somehow, when you were inside your chambers with Cersei and you almost ready to tear each other's clothes, he knocked and entered without waiting for a reply, placing a flask on the nearest table. You knew that liquid. It was a tea made from a certain Maester back in Dorne. It was the same tea your father had used on your whores.

"You know what to do, Y/n," Oberyn advised, avoiding to look between the two of you, and quickly exited the room.

Cersei glared at you after Oberyn left, her mask of stern cold face suddenly up. She pulled away from you, creating a distance you didn't like. "Did you tell him about us?"

"I didn't, I swear," you answered back hurriedly.

She only fell silent before her eyes landed on the flask on your table. "This feels so wrong," she muttered, her arms crossed against her chest.

You carefully approached her. "Hey, hey, don't let Oberyn get to you. You know how he despises Lannisters from the start-"

"And you?" Her eyes met yours, and you could see she was scared.

"I won't be here with you if I also hate you," you assured her. Cersei let you gently rub her shoulders.

The queen fell silent again before she walked away heading towards the table, observing the liquid. "How many whores have you fucked since your arrival that Oberyn feels the need to bring this from Dorne?"

You sighed. "No one, I promise. Father's just wary when it comes to these things, something about-"

"Not creating another bastard?"

You could tell she was furious, offended. So she needed to hurt you as well.

She went on. "I supposed he's right since you'll be gone after the wedding."

"Cersei-"

"Do not call me that," she snapped. "I'm not one of your whores. Do you think I'd be a fool not to drink this tea after every night we spent together that you you even needed Oberyn to remind me."

"That's not what what you think-"

The argument stopped when someone knocked on the door. Jaime called behind it, "Father's requesting for you."

The Queen then left without batting an eye towards you.

~~~

You waited outside the council room unsure of what to do. You could hear shouting inside but you couldn't decipher the heated words being exchanged. What you could just tell was Cersei's little voice carrying against the wind, as if she was terrified.

When Cersei and Jaime finally stepped out of the room, gone was the soft look on the Queen's face replaced by a cold one, the one she sported when the two of you first met.

"What happened?" You approached her. "Are you okay?"

You were about to touch her arm but she slapped your hand away. "You need to learn your place, Lady Y/n. I am still your Queen."

Then she walked past you, with a sniggering Jaime in tow.

"Wedding's tomorrow, Lady Y/n," he said with a smug smile. "I suggest you get a good night sleep tonight."

[copinghex]

Under his wings | T.S

Summary: The peculiar details of your relationship are nothing but small inconveniences compared to how much Tommy loves you | dark!AU

If there's something you admire the most about Tommy, it's his eyes, they're blue like the sky, deep as the ocean and they're never, ever bright. Something about being under his gaze felt warm in the best ways, you felt protected, desired and cared for, a fact you once voiced while he slowly thrust into you. 

"I like when you look at me like that," you confessed and bit your lip, a little shy for not being able to look away. 

"Like what?" 

"Like- like you own me," 

"I do own you," was his answer before he sped up his pace. 

Although you like to be under Tommy's gaze, sometimes it makes you shy, scared even. You don't want to disappoint him, nor to make him embarrassed for having you around, after all, he's so handsome, smart and cunning, and what are you? 

No, Tommy doesn't like when you think low of yourself, you're his sweetheart, his doll, his pretty girl, but… 

"Pretty girls don't go out alone to behave like whores," "My doll does she's fucking told and doesn't get whiny about it, ain't that right?" "You're my sweetheart when you smile and cheer up, I’m not sure if I like this pout." 

He's probably right most of the time, you don't get any reasons to throw tantrums, everything you want, he will give you, jewels, shoes, flowers, himself, "Tell me what you need, love." he always says. 

Tommy never denies you any material goods, himself though, it's a privilege he sometimes takes away. His answer to minor infringements, such as smiling too much to another man, disappearing from his sight in public or being an unmannerly brat in events, is loneliness. 

A couple of times you've been treated like an object of the house, the furniture Tommy walked by barely noticing, he knows you learnt your lesson when you're on the verge of tears. 

"Don't ignore me anymore, please," you pleaded, on your knees at the side of his office chair. 

He looked at you when was done with his cigarette. 

"You know why you're there, love?" he held your chin and you nodded. 

"I made you worried at the fundraising, I went outside to take an air, I- I didn't even go alone, Polly was with me," 

"But?" he arched his eyebrows, ready to go along with the punishment if you gave the wrong answer. 

"But I should have warned you, I'm sorry, Tom," you held his hand on your face, "I'm so sorry," 

"Come here, my doll," he pulled you to his lap with a pleased face. 

After punishment, you always have Tommy all to yourself. It's hard to endure, surely, but it's for your betterment, everything Tommy does is, you had no doubt of that. 

Or at least, perhaps, not until this moment.

"Did you hear what I said?" his eyes switch between you and the young, new driver hired two weeks ago. 

"P-please, Tommy, he was just being nice," you sob at the boy's awful state. 

"Go back inside." he drawles and pulls a gun out of his coat, "You're not allowed in the garden without my permission anymore," 

"But-" 

With only a look, he silents you. On the short way home, tears fall on the grass. The second you close the heavy doors behind your back, you hear a gunshot outside.

[thesharktanksdriver]

Red Burning Stars (Platonic)

Y’all asked for Shanks you have received. Since everyone was asking for him I decided to make his part of Determination it’s own thing. I’m thinking of doing something like this for other characters as well

Also Uta is canon in this cause I really like her and I said so

Hope y’all pick up a bit on my foreshadowing of shit. It’ll eventually be explained (not now tho cause I’m evil muhahahahhahaha)

Part 1 Part 2

Tagged: @peachsuka28 @emptynessinmyworld @badluckinfrench @j-s-l-m @tigerfang-rage @madokamagicaa @rymtea

From the moment that you had stepped aboard the Oro Jackson shanks had knew he wanted to be friends with you

It was an instantaneous affect

One that deepened and got worse the moment he locked eyes with you across the large ship

Your calm and kind eyes connecting with his own

He felt as if in that moment time had froze, it was just him and you on that ship alone

A tugging feeling in his very soul calling out to him

Telling him to approach

To say something to this stranger that had somehow caught his attention in a way no other had ever done

It’s an odd feeling to look back on in retrospect since he’d never felt it again or with anyone else

Especially considering he’d heard some typically describe what he felt as something akin to a romantic connection with someone

Hell, when he had explained the phenomenon to Reyleigh the first mate had assumed it was a crush until Shanks repeatedly told him it wasn’t like that

But no, he knew from the start it wasn’t a silly crush or love outside of that of platonic

It was more like…a calling from something greater than him saying that the two of you were meant to be allies

Telling him that the two of you were meant to meet

Meant to befriend one another

Like fire and gunpowder

Or a sailor and the sea

Two forces that are meant to be combined together

Naturally creating something new in the process

He doesn’t understand it now and sure as hell didn’t as a kid

But back then he didn’t question it much

Not when he was Solely focussed on that feeling

That call from the universe guiding him towards you through the crowds of men

Past Buggy who’s yelling at him for leaving all of a sudden from whatever they were doing before you were invited aboard

He felt like he was being pulled on a lead

Mindlessly following without a single thought in his head other than he had to meet you

Had to do something at least

And when he stumbles his way into Rogers office as you sat down on a cushioned chair

Turning around to meet his brown eyes once again

Shanks feels a wide smile stretch across his face as if it were rubber

“I’m Shanks! Wanna be friends!?” It stumbles out his mouth excitedly as does his jagged breaths. He whips out his hand, outstretched towards you as you stare at it for a moment in surprise. A bit of worry coats his face, shit he probably came off to strong-

Suddenly he feels your hand in his, gently shaking it. “Sure, I’m y/n by the way”. He nods, his smile getting wider. “Do you usually forget to ask for people’s names when you try to befriend them?”

“Nope, only you so far”

“I must be special then”

The entire time as that happened Roger watched on with a large grin

Practically kicking his feet beneath his desk out of enthusiasm

Despite being a grown man his captain was able to match his and Buggy’s childlike spirit

It’s perhaps because of that he was able to understand the connection the most

Not chocking it up to a crush or puppy love

It was something more akin to Nakama

Something the pirate king had felt when meeting some of his crew

He just knew they had to be friends

To be apart of his crew

Admittedly it take awhile for Buggy to warm up to you compared to Shanks’s instantaneous pace

But eventually the three of you fall into a comforting balance of personality

Whilst he and Buggy are rambunctious and rather impulsive your the opponent

Your a calm force, you think before you do and help them find a solution with more opportunities

If your combined force together is a hurricane then your the eye of it

The calm within the storm

It’s what the rest of the crew begin to affectionately call your trio

Even Roger begins to use it when referring to you all

Much to Buggy’s displeasure

He doesn’t mind though, unlike his friend shanks finds amusement in the nickname

One that he thinks actually fits the three of you quite nicely

Meanwhile you don’t think much of it

Instead just thinking of it as a the crew poking some light fun

Speaking of your role in the trio

You make sure neither of them get killed

Usually cause of both Buggy’s and his stupid plans of playing pranks or stealing more food from the kitchen instead of just asking

Both of which become much more successful that they aren’t arguing over said plan and screwing up

Now their Fort is stocked with cheese and as many sweets they could plunder

So much so that the cooks are now on edge as someone sets up a diversion for the other two to strike

It’s fun

A whole lot of fun that he realizes up until now you had seemingly missed

Admittedly he nor Buggy know much about you

Hell, none of the crew besides seemingly their captain knows anything

But honestly he’s fine with that

Their not entitled to that knowledge unless you deem them so

All that he’s focused on is the moment

The fun times he shared with you and Buggy

Nights spent out atop the crows nest looking up towards the stars

You explain that each has a story behind them all

Every island and their cultures have given them stories and formed differences constellations

It’s fascinating to him

Perhaps not Buggy who opts to go to bed

But as you both sit there, legs kicking back and forth while sitting on the ledge

It leaves him listening with eager ears

Engraining the new knowledge into his mind

It’s not just constellations that he listens about, it’s basically anything that you talk about

The others besides Rayleigh and Roger no one seems to notice how much you’d be seen despite your age

It’s odd but he notices

Especially as you sometimes mumble about how much you missed acting like a kid

Acting your age

It worries him

But he focuses on making you happy

Showing you the wonders of the life here

Stealing more food

Playing tag with Roger who can’t help but join much to everyone’s amusement

Outings on islands you sometimes recognize that usually end with the three of you raiding an ice cream shop

Sharing the spoils of stealing toys gotten from a few stores he might’ve yoinked them from

Times where he and Buggy protectively would start fights when other pirates at bats would try to pick on you

Roger would always laugh, calling them big brothers and mother hens

But of them would deny it even if they both knew deep down they saw you as a younger sibling

And that you did the same likewise

It was something unspoken but there that they all unconsciously and silently acknowledged

It came naturally as well

The two of them fretting over you when you got too close to the edge of the ship or did something reckless enough that even he and Buggy thought it was too dangerous

And that’s saying something

Their both really worried about that

You put your safety behind others

And whilst that might be fine in some cases in yours it’s dangerous

Really dangerous

There had been times he narrowly saved your life without you even knowing

A wild animal sneaking up from the brush

An enemy pirate almost swinging his sword at your neck

It bothers everyone on the crew how many close calls there were

Almost unnaturally so

But it makes him on edge even more when his captain has a look in his eye

One of unspoken sorrow and worry

Roger was a man who ran head first into danger

Someone who never considered the consequences before diving into the lions den

Never showing fear or hesitation for his actions

Only doing so when it came to the safety of his crew

And even then he knew they would be fine

They all had each other to rely on

But that look in his eyes directed towards you was something he’d never seen

Buggy tries to ease Shanks’s worried in his own…Buggy way

While he appreciates the effort not much can ease the tension in his shoulders

Roger never looked that worried

And that init of itself was scary

And it’s even more so when it’s directed at someone Shanks had dearly cared for

Rogers death comes as quick and painful as a shot to the chest

Burning white hot pain encompassing his entire form

Buggy and him got into a fight and when their separate ways

The crew disbanded

No one but Roger knows where you disappeared off to

He just said you were doing him a favour and like a whisper in the wind you were gone

Almost as if you were never there to begin with

The memories and small mementos show you were there though

Not a figment of his imagination

Not a cruel mirage

You were real, he knows that

Yet everything feels like a blur

Grief tinges his vision and mind like a filter over his perception of the world

For a long while he’s hopeless

Wishing and hoping to find someone

To perhaps find you once more

To find stability again

His dream lost and shattered

His life is very much the same

Yet after a long while he rebuilt himself

Began building his own crew

Finding and making stability once more as he sailed the seas both you and Roger loved with a whole heart

Many a nights he spends drinking and partying but occasionally finding a quiet corner for a moment

Staring up towards the night sky you taught him about

He always pours one out for the dead and lost of his former crew

A sign of respect for the people he might not meet again yet wishes to reunite with one day

In death or in life it doesn’t matter to him

Just one day meeting once more

You included

Though you had never formally joined the crew everyone had accepted you there with open hearts

Him definitely included

God he hopes your alright

That despite your terrible track record of danger and lack of self awareness you were alive

You’d be quite grown up by now

Maybe you found an island and settled down

He doubts that thought

You were much too like Roger and him

Souls called and nurtured by the sea and thrill of adventure

Never leaving her waves until possibly being drowned in her salty cold embrace

But that’s what makes him think that perhaps you hadn’t though

That perhaps instead you had died

The thought leaves him sick

So much so that when it happens he braces himself again the railing

Fingernails digging into the wood as his Haki flairs up

Seeping from his form and through the cracks of his cheery facade

Ben always notices

Pulling him back to the party and into his normal self

Handing him a fresh pint of beer with a knowing look

Shanks always gives him a thankful nod

Then going back to drinking with his crew

His first mate already knows of his history

Of why he’s wracked with grief and when no one’s looking stares off at the night sky

He’s never confused when Shanks returns to the party with an empty bottle yet doesn’t seem any drunker

Lucky and Yassop sometimes notice but don’t push him nor Ben on the topic

It’s better that way

Shanks would rather not air out old dusty laundry of his past anyways

Especially not when he had to keep morale up

Cause if his crew saw he was down in the dumps they’d follow suite

Caring too much about his sake to back down in doing something

It’s admirable

It reminds him of the good old days of the Oro Jackson

The way in which the crew would cheer you up when you were lost in thought

A glazed look of sorrow over your eyes they all desperately wanted to wash away

Because you were a kid

Because you were a friend

Because you were a part of their Nakama

Because you were his little sibling

No blood was shared between either of your veins yet the kinship of family was there anyways

He misses it

He misses a lot of things from the past but that’s one thing he especially longs for

Even if for just a moment he’d like to see you smile once more

Perhaps even hug you again and let himself cry

….yeah that sounded nice

Rumours on the sea spread fast and wide but are always dubious in nature and reality

It’s something you learn quick whilst on the seas

Especially when your as seasoned as he was in that retrospect

He’s spent his entire life on some sort of boat

being found by Roger in a treasure chest and being taken in by the entire crew

He was quite literally raised by the seas

It’s why when he hears rumours of a travelling child on the ocean going from place to place it doesn’t initially make him hopeful

It in fact makes him kinda melancholy

He can’t help it, not when he still wonders about you

Maybe that was your kid or something, he wouldn’t be surprised

But either way that wasn’t his business

Or at least that’s what he tells himself despite keeping an extra eye out for any small raft on the sea

A small desperate part of himself clinging to some sort of hope

That maybe it somehow was you despite the fact you’d be a grown adult

That after all this time of wondering and praying to whatever god had listened you were alive somehow

That the child more precious than any treasure he befriend all those years ago who he cared for as if they were his sibling was still out there

While at piers he tries to find what he’d imagined to be your grown up face in the crowds

Tries to find the rickety old dingy you called your loyal stead

And comes up empty handed as the whispers of the child on the raft continue to spill into his ears

At this point it’s either pointless fodder or a plain lie that leaves him disappointed

Ben pats his back as takes a sip of his drink, guzzling it down with ease as his men party around him

….and then someone enters the bar

He doesn’t care to turn around, not when he’s in a sour mood

Doesn’t care to bat an eye to the newcomer who sits themself down next to him on the only other empty barstool on account that no one wanted to be near a grumpy drunk emperor

Yet this either brave of foolish soul dares to do so

He’ll give them that, they either have balls of steel or a death wish since he really isn’t in the mood for bullshit right now-

“Huh?, what happened to Rogers hat? Did you give it away or something?”

Shanks goes still as the sound of your very familiar voice enters through his ears

He goes ridged and his emperors Haki lashes out

A few men drop to the floor as the attention turns to him and the small figure who sits looking up at him

Shanks slowly turns and faces someone he had missed for a long time now

There you sat

As young as ever, looking like you haven’t aged a day despite the fact it’s been well over a decade and now nearing a second decade

You still have Rogers coat but now it’s adorned with several trinkets and charms along with the fact you seemed to have gained more souvenirs from other pirate friends (much to his chagrin)

Your eyes are still innocent yet have the spark of something ancient in them

Chubby cheeks pulled up into a look of confusion at his agape reaction

He accidentally spits the beer out his mouth into Ben’s face

His right hand man can’t even seem to be mad when your looking up at the red haired man with a small grin at his expression

“Never thought you’d waste beer like that. Not when you’d beg Rayleigh and then sneak a sip from the mugs of people passed out”

Not even a word after that can come out your mouth before your in his arms

This feels unreal to him

Like a cruel dream he’s gonna wake up from

He’s preparing himself for it yet it doesn’t seem to happen

Your still in his arms

Your still you

He’s still him

His crew is watching gobsmacked and confused as tears begin to like his eyes

Him, red haired Shanks crying for the first time in years let alone at some small bar with a random kid he’s hugging

Maybe they think he’s so drunk that he’s imagining you as Uta or Luffy

But no

Your you

And perhaps that’s the one thing that makes this feel like some sort of fever Dream

He’ll give his captain credit where it’s due, he could’ve never imagined Roger keeping a secret let alone several important ones

Though Shank supposed that Roger was a man of his word, he’d rather cut off an arm rather than go back on a promise he made

And that extended to keeping something a secret

But he had to admit of all possibilities as to why you haven’t aged a single day this was the one he dreaded the most

He was hoping for some mad science experiment or just a weird devil fruit

But this was much worse

Immortality

Many people want it, but like a monkeys paw every blessing comes with a curse

And you had seen the extents of what it could bring to not only you but those you had gotten close to

The mental horror of watching someone you were close to die not knowing they would appear across the world moments later

And then having to grapple with the fact they had traumatized that person now with the possibility of meeting them again in the future

It sounded torturous

But it also now explained the fact as to why you were already hardened to the sea back then

Already seeing it’s worse storms and foes

It’s why your eyes despite their innocence are hallowed out, empty of life sometimes as you stared out towards the sea you loved

Why they always seemed older than what you looked

It’s cause you were technically older, just stuck physically and mentally as a child

One who had braved the seas for both its treasures and tortures

Content in wanting to explore and see all that could be seen, experience everything there was

It is fascinating as it is horrifying

He can’t imagine what you had been through up till now

Who you had met on your journeys

that explains why you’d always tell cryptic stories about people you’ve met that now looking back sound suspiciously like big mom and Kaido

Speaking of which that probably means their trying to look for you still

….god this did not turn out to be what he expected nor wanted

He takes a sip of his beer as his crew can’t also help but be exasperated from how nonchalant you are about all of this

As if dying repeatedly isn’t a big deal

Nor is meeting future emperors and Yonko’s who were definitely affected by your time with them

If he hears that you befriended Doflamingo or something then he’s officially done

With all these things coming to light though he can’t help the small grin that made its way onto his face

You weren’t exactly ok (at least mentally speaking) but you were alive

The greatest blessing that came with your immortality was that you were alive

He can’t help but continue to hold you close

You don’t mind, you had seemingly missed his presence over the years

Even if your time on his ship will be but a blip in your long life he knows you’ll remember it

You have that feeling as well

Every night with them is a party of sorts

Shanks had always been one who enjoyed a festival’s atmosphere so it’s no surprise that each night with his crew is an experience

They drink, laugh and dance with one another

Singing songs familiar to you and your years at sea

Even one that they now realize was made for you

The undying star in the sky that leads sailors to wonders untold

A spark of determination lit in their souls when the star moves across the sky to a new horizon

A lot of old stories and rumours at sea make sense now on the fact that your probably connected to them

But what’s perhaps the most funny thing about all that is the world government knows about you but doesn’t have a clear enough picture to try and pursue you

Photos are always blurry or downright incomprehensible, descriptions are muddied and vary

The people who met you refuse to tell even a pep of what you looked like

They can imagine it’s driving them mad

Especially Sengoku who has been tasked to find you for years now

And for a time you were right under his nose without even knowing

They all get a good cackle out of that

Imagining the old man’s face when he does eventually realize

It would probably take a big public event for that to happen though

Something you’d probably inevitably crash for whatever reason

So until then your relatively safe from marine pursuit

But even when that does inevitably happen you’ll have a good portion of the pirating world at your side

Him and his crew included

Like all those years ago on the Oro Jackson you work your ways into the crews hearts

A relatively quick process that somehow happens with everyone you meet

Yet it’s something that has yielded you much more power than you know of

Hell, your probably the most safe person on the sea not accounting your devil fruit ability on account of somehow getting on everyone’s good sides

How you did this he and his crew don’t know but it’s certainly something their suspecting is due to your devil fruit

Or you just have some uncanny ability in literally having the power of friendship or something

Either way their not writing it off as other just quite yet

Not when their all too caught up in your stories or insisting on teaching you blackjack

You don’t tell them you already know how to play, especially since you use that to win their desserts

Shanks just laughs, especially as they all sulk at “being beaten by a kid” momentarily forgetting your older than all of them

Whilst Shanks is both happy and ecstatic of finding you again he can’t help but feel melancholy

He swears he sees his old crew mates while lucky Rox and Yassop toss you around like a hot potato

His mind playing tricks as Ben messes up your hair just as Rayleigh did

Whenever this happens you seem to know

Always ending up at his side, going to a quiet part of the ship for a moment of peace where he can breath

In its there you both truly talk

You both catch up with what’s happened over the years

After the crew disbanded he was aimless

The fight with buggy

Him raising Uta with his crew before eventually leaving her for her own safety despite the fact it still kills him on the inside

The young boy who ate a fruit he was transporting for the world government, the reason why he doesn’t have Rogers hat anymore and why he’s missing an arm

It’s all a lot to process

Yet it’s even more when you tell him what’s happened on your end

The other pirates you’d met, the marines, becoming and dying as a slave

The pain

The loss

Everything

He can’t help but just sit there for a few solid minutes

Processing everything

And then comes the guilt

Tears

If he had tried harder to find you none of that would’ve happened

If he had done better

If he-

Your small hands shake him from his stupor as you place them gently on his tear stained cheeks

Here he was, an emperor crying as a child comforted him

Yet as he does it feels natural

Like back when he had a nightmare when he was a young teen and you talked with him to help distract from it all

The times that despite being your self appointed “older brother” he’d rely on you for advice

He crumbles in your gentle hands yet he does not care

Because when shanks is with you he knows he’s not the cabin boy of the Oro Jackson

He’s not red haired Shanks, the fierce-some emperor of the sea

He’s not shanks, the bastard child of some celestial dragon who was abandoned at birth in a treasure chest

He’s not the father who left his daughter out of both love and fear for her safety and wellbeing

He’s not the party animal who’s constantly drunk despite his power

To you Shanks is just Shanks

The man encompassed by the colour red

Rage

Stress

Love

Passion

And most importantly of all Determination

For once in a very long while he feels the stress fall from his shoulders

As much as he loves his crew and the sea he feels a heavy burden of responsibility on his chest out of love for them

But like a switch it melts away

He feels a bit guilty that he’s the one crying when your the one who went through so much pain

But when he sees your gentle smile he knows you don’t mind

A soft look of ‘its ok’ and ‘you can cry’

And so he does

So much so that his eyes turn red from irritation

It’s inevitable that you leave

He knows that when it comes to you yet he can’t help but feel sad

And notice something slightly different this time around

When on the Oro Jackson you’d leave from time to time

Staying for good portions of times before leaving for awhile and somehow always making your way back

You never once hesitated to leave

Back then they had all accepted it

Knowing you’d come back eventually, so much so that they’d plan parties in advance

But now as you prepare to leave it’s different

Your tired

It’s easy for him to tell since he’s known you for a good portion of time

Though your smile is as good as a mask as ever he sees the cracks

The way you don’t look at the sea like the way you once did

He can’t blame you

But it worries him

A part of him wants to offer you a place here permanently but that in some sense would be cruel

He can’t will himself to take advantage of your exhaustion to essentially trap you here

The sea is meant to be a place of freedom and would not shackle you like others once did

He won’t guilt you into this when he knows you’d stay out of guilt

He may be selfish but he isn’t selfish enough to do that

Not when all he wants is for you to be happy

So he prepares to let go

Knowing you’d meet again

But not before he throws you the biggest party they’ve had in a long while

Stacks of food are prepared

So many Desserts to the point big mom would have to stop and take a break from eating

Enough booze to create a running river

Streamers and confetti decorating the ship in all the colours of the rainbow

Songs sung loudly as the few who knew how to play instruments strummed away

Mihawk even showing up much to his surprise because he apparently already met you once before

Not surprised at that fact but Moreso on how that stubborn asshole gives you a small well made sword

One obviously custom made and designed for you with it’s whole star design

Neither of you elaborate how you both met

Both giving each other a silent stare before turning to him with shit eating grins saying that “that story is for another day”

It leaves his a bit huffy but he’s secretly happy that it seems the two of you are both well acquainted

Even more so that you finally have something to defend yourself with for once

God knows the amount of times he and buggy had tried to convince you to bring some sort of weapon only for them to say you’d be fine and then save you at the last minute from being stabbed

It seems Mihawk shared this same sentiment since he nearly jumps out of his skin when you start mock sword fighting with Ben and his second hand man gets the death eye of the century

It’s good though, especially as you sing with the crowd of drunks who are either happily joining in for the party or sadly joining in remembering this is a goodbye party

Your hoisted and thrown playfully in the air screaming the lyrics of shanties

Given a few sips of alcohol behind Ben’s and Mihawk’s backs (Shanks is guilty of this as well)

At some point someone decides fireworks are a good idea and almost set the ship on fire

It all works out though as sparks scatter in the sky

Fluttering down until fizzling out

All the while you watch on from the crows nest beside him

Everyone else down below watching and dancing

Mihawk nearby enjoying the lively atmosphere

It’s nice

Yet as he wishes for this moment can last forever he knows it can’t

The reminder of this is when you begin to speak once mor e

Shattering the silence he wishes to keep as to have the moment last longer

To not be reminded of the imminent departure from his ship that this entire party is about

Your words aren’t that bad yet it fills him with solace

You tell him you’ll keep your eye out for a kid in a straw hat

It’s probably inevitable you run into Luffy at some point

Knowing him you’ll probably even join him on some grand adventure

The kid Is a supernova waiting to happen and you seem to have an affinity for finding them

You also promise to check up on Uta for him if your given the chance

Meeting her when she was only a baby when he had found her in a treasure chest just as Roger had with him

For the first few months of her life you helped him raise her

The young toddler even eventually naming you her Auncle

The whole crew got a laugh out of that

As did he

But now as you say that it just reminders him you’ll be leaving again

He doesn’t have the courage to look you in the eyes until he looks up at the stars

They burn brightly in the sky

Golden light thousands of miles away yet still brilliant in their glow

And it’s there looking at those stars he’s reminded of the day you climbed aboard the Oro Jackson

The spark of determination in him to be your friend

…..determination

He remembers now why he had felt that calling all those years ago

The world government had been vague in why the fruit you ate was so important

Naturally Shanks attributed that to the nature of immortality that came with it

But it seems there was more to it than meets the eye

Whenever you had met someone you ended up being a catalyst to their determination towards something

And perhaps that was more powerful that immortality itself

Being the spark that can change someone’s entire life course

It’s no wonder why they wanted this fruit

One that would most definitely play into enlisting more powerful forces and lighting the fuse to their souls that would have them walk to the ends of the earth to accomplish it

It’s like with the gum-gum fruit that they had him try to deliver

But now thinking about it perhaps that one as well has some sort of other purpose they needed it for

Not if he has any say in it though

Shanks is a selfish pirate at heart and nothing comes between him and protecting his treasures

Whether that be a boy in a straw hat, a girl with half white and red hair or a child always floating at sea with stars in their eyes

He will fight tooth and nail to keep them safe

Cause selfishness is something taught to him by his captain

Protect what you love no matter the cost

Protect their freedom and your own,

Be determined to take the stand in liberation

Red is the colour of his hair and it encompasses his soul

Shanks’s hands are dyed that colour as well; the colour of blood and love.

He will continue to stain it that colour to protect what he’s passionate about with vigorous anger if the world government so much breaths in any of their directions

[ghostlychief]

in my head

Here's the thing: you’re in love with a version of a person that you've created in your head, that you are trying to but cannot fix. The only person you can fix is yourself. This has gone on way too long…enough is enough.

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader; fwb; unrequited love

warnings: NSFW; SMUT; MINORS DNI; fingering, missionary; creampie; angst if you squint; fluff if you squint

wc: ~2500

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Ghost is peppering kisses across your body as he makes his way down to between your legs. You’re currently sprawled on your bed, anticipating his next move while you stare up at the ceiling. It’s Saturday, so it wasn’t unusual that he was over at your place. Although this time, your heart feels a little heavier. You try to push it away though.

You hear the pitter-patter of the rain that seems to be in rhythm with Ghost's kisses on your soft skin. Cold rainy days are your favorite, you've decided. There's something so calming about being able to hear the raindrops land around you, almost like they're cocooning you in their own little bubble, but that bubble pops when Ghost takes purchase in between your thighs. A place you've recently only reserved for him. He just passed your collar bones, but not before leaving marks on your neck, indicating who you were with, who you've been with and is now making his way down your chest. His soft lips enclose around your nipple, sucking until it leaves the bud hardened and then he moves to your other breast, repeating the action.

You’re glad you can still hear it outside your window.

You turn your attention back to Ghost, who has now started to sprinkle sweet kisses, too sweet for his true intentions, on your inner thighs. “Simon,” you whine. “Don’t tease me.” He looks up at you and smirks when he sees the pout on your lips. “You’re good baby, I got you. Don’t worry.” And with that he’s back to kissing your legs while his hands start massaging you, getting closer and closer to your center. You squirm a little when his fingers finally find your slit. He runs two of his long fingers up and down your folds, collecting the wetness that has already formed there. You see him bring his coated fingers up to you. “Taste for me,” he breathes. And without any hesitation, you suck on his fingers, tasting yourself, making sure to look at Ghost while you lick on his fingers. He watches you with fire in his eyes as you suck, loving the way you're peeking at him through your long eyelashes.

“Mhm good girl.” His statement makes your face warm even more so than it already is. He brings his hand back down to you and slowly rubs his thumb on your clit, making you let out a soft moan. You’re just about to complain that he’s back to teasing you when he swiftly enters his middle finger into you. This causes you to halt the complaint that almost comes tumbling out of your mouth and instead, you focus on feeling his deft finger inside you. You let out another soft moan accompanied by a faint ask for more. Your hand travels down your body until it reaches Ghost’s wrist. You wrap your small hand around his wrist, almost as if you are helping him guide his finger in and out of you. At this, Ghost enters his ring finger into you, now stretching you out with two of his large fingers. Your hand still rests on his wrist, but the faster he moves his fingers inside you, the more your grip starts to loosen up. Your other hand rests on his bicep, occasionally squeezing the muscle as he repeatedly moves his fingers in and out of your at a fast pace. Noticing that you’re getting close, Ghost adds a third finger and starts to rub his thumb on your clit in soft circular motions that make you moan his name. The soft motion of his thumb partnered with the fast and brutal pace of his fingers makes your pleasure grow and grow, drawing you nearer to the tipping off point.

“That’s it baby, I want you to come all around my fingers.” Your hips buck up into his hand and you feel yourself reach the start of your high. His fingers are still working quickly inside you while his thumb rubs on your clit. You look down your stomach at Ghost in between your legs and the sight alone tips you over, the feeling of your orgasm washing over you. He lets your ride it out on his fingers and he coaxes you all the way through it, just as he always does. “That’s it baby, good girl.”

Ghost makes his way back up your body, leaving kisses on your legs and stomach. He then leans down to kiss your lips, his hands on either side of your head. You revel in his kiss, it’s something rare.

You help Ghost take off his briefs, so now you are both fully naked. You run your hands up his torso, feeling his flexed abs. Then your hands find their way up to cup his jaw. He’s still kissing you, almost like you are important to him. Like you’re enough, giving you a false sense of hope. You wrap your legs around his thick torso, pulling him closer to you. You feel his dick brush up against your center and you can’t wait any longer for him.

You grasp him, pumping your hand up and down a few times, and spread the precum all over his engorged tip, getting him ready. You start to guide him to you, your walls already clenching around nothing, anticipating the girth and length of him. Ghost breaks the kiss to look down at you guiding him inside of you. He's just at the entrance, and before he pushes into you, he rubs his tip against your folds, gathering more slick to ease the pressure of his dick entering you, ease the feeling for you. Although you're still so wet from your first orgasm, you still feel the slight sting as he slowly and gradually pushes into you.

You both let out a sigh as he fully sinks into you, eyes connecting at this very moment, gazing at each other as Ghost buries himself completely in you. Your eyes part from each other's, his gaze now focusing on your soft breasts, bringing his large hand up to cup one. He rolls his thumb across your nipple as he gives you a minute to adjust, something he knows you need when he first slips inside you, which always makes a wave of affection wash over you.

His hand comes up to grasp your hip, his thumb rubbing soft circles on it, almost as if it’s his way of saying “It’s alright.”

“Are you good?” He asks, looking down at you. You look up at him and nod. “Yeah, I’m good. You can start moving.”

At your consent for him to move, he does just that. He pulls his hips back before he pushes them back into you. He starts off with a steady pace, not too fast, not too slow. You’re surprised he’s not pounding into you relentlessly like he usually does. This time his thrusts are much more calculated, calm, like he’s got all the time in the world. The slower drag of him against your walls makes you roll your eyes back, reveling in the feeling of him. It’s only him, that’s all you can think about, all you can feel right now. You let go of the heaviness you’ve been feeling to focus on being with him now. It’s not hard,he makes you feel like you’re floating anyways.

You open your eyes, always wanting to see him. The image of Ghost rocking over you is one of your favorites, and you make sure to file it in the back of your brain so you can cherish the memory later. When you look up at him, he’s already looking down at you, which you find interesting.

You lift your hand up and run your thumb over his eyebrow piercing, something new he got done the other week. You smile softly as you trace over the piercing. He’s always wanted one, has been talking about it for years. You feel his hand that’s gripped on your hip squeeze you when your thumb glides over the cool metal on his face.

Your fingers run down his face, down his shoulders, taking in as much as you can of him. Then you run your hand down his tattooed arm, mapping the intricate details of his tattoos and running over the protruding veins due to him propping himself up. Ghost watches you as you run your hand across him. You usually aren’t as touchy with him as you are today, but he’s not complaining or pulling away. He gives you a particular harsher thrust has you moaning and clutching his arm a little harder.

“Oh, right there” you breathe. He hits that same spot again, but this time you move up the bed a little from the force of his hips. Your breasts jiggle as you shift up the bed and Ghost’s eyes are trained on your chest. He brings his tattooed hand up to up one of them, rolling his thumb over your nipple. Ghost keeps this faster rhythm, and he removes his hand from your breast to wrap it around your leg. He positions your leg so it’s resting on his shoulder, now giving him a deeper angle into you. This position allows you to feel him move even deeper inside you. His thrusts are hard, but his pace starts to slow down.

“You feel so good baby, so tight for me.” Ghost’s hips start to falter a little bit in their smooth rhythm, a telltale sign he’s close. At his words, you unconsciously clench around him, making him breathe out a silent curse. “Fuck, I’m close, Si” you whine, not noticing the nickname slip. You feel so full, so consumed by everything going on.

“Me too.” Ghost removes his hand that’s been propping your leg up and moves it down to your clit, and starts to rub slow circles on the bud, making you squirm. You bring your leg down from his shoulder to wrap it around his torso once again pulling him closer to you. You drag your hands down and up his back as his thumb continues to abuse your clit. “Fuck, you feel so good. Where do you want me to come?”

“Inside please,” you breathe out, barely able to string a sentence together. With a few more thrusts from Ghost, you feel the coil in you snap. He’s following just a hair behind you, emptying inside of you. You feel his come paint your walls as your center clenches around him, riding out your second orgasm of the night.

He collapses on top of you but is careful not to crush you completely. You’re both breathing heavy as you both come down from your highs. It’s still raining outside; you can hear the raindrops on the windowsill, which calms you.

After a few minutes of laying in your room listening to the rain, Ghost peels himself off you and gets up from the bed. He finds his boxers and then makes his way to the bathroom. You sit up momentarily to watch him go but fall back against your bed when you realize he’s not leaving.

You look like a starfish splayed out on your bed, thoughts running wild. You’re so lost in them that you don’t notice Ghost has returned with a warm washcloth in his hands. You only fully notice his presence when he delicately starts wiping your sensitive center. His first few strokes making you writhe due to over-sensitivity. His hand rests tenderly on your knee, thumb stroking back and forth as he wipes you clean.

“Thank you,” you say softly, looking up at him bent over you. He smiles at you and gives you a small peck on the inside of your knee before he gets up to throw the washcloth in your hamper.

He picks up his t-shirt that was thrown on the floor a while ago and stretches his hand out to you. “Here, I know you like wearing my clothes.”

 “Only if they’re clean Riley, only if they’re clean.” You give him an amused look but take his shirt anyways.

“I’m going to grab some water; do you want anything?”

He gets back on the bed, sitting down and replies “no,” so you make your way out to the kitchen. You decide to get Ghost a water too, knowing that he would appreciate it even though he said he didn’t he want one. You knew the minute you got back with your glass, he was going to drink most, if not all of it. You return to your room and set the glasses down on your nightstand.

“Scoot, Riley.” He acquiesces but pays no mind to you as you climb into bed, since he’s looking at his phone. You sit next to him, your thighs brushing up against one another’s, and turn on the TV. He sets his phone down and turns his attention to the TV and subsequently you.

“Anything in particular you want to watch? How long are you staying over by the way?” you ask, with slight hesitation permeating your voice. You don’t want him to leave. He looks over at you, the glow of the TV illuminating his big eyes.

“I don’t have anything for the rest of the day. I was thinking we could hang out, and maybe get food later.”

“Oh, ok” you quietly say. You’re surprised honestly. In all your years of knowing him, the guy seemed to have plans every other day of the week, and Saturday was no exception.

“Yeah,” he says as he lightly nudges his shoulder with yours. “It’s the perfect rainy day to stay in and do nothing.”

“You’re right,” you agree as you smile up at him.

“Now c’mere.” He wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his side.

You both fall back into your pillows, bundled up in your sheets and blankets. You hear the rain start to pick up as you choose a movie to watch, the dark clouds making it seem much later than it actually is. You snuggle further into Ghost, and he tightens his hold on you. You sigh, and finally feel relaxed. The past week was stressful, so you welcomed the weekend and Ghost with open arms.

You’re only about an hour into the movie and before you know it, you feel your eyes start to close, sleep overtaking you. You fall asleep with Ghost gently rubbing your arm up and down with his hand as he continues to watch the movie, almost like he is trying to coax you to sleep, knowing that you had an exhausting week. You swear you also feel him kiss the top of your head, but you aren’t certain, since sleep overtakes you, carrying you into dreamland.

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When you wake up, your room is dark, and the TV is still on. However, you miss the warmth that Ghost’s body usually brings. That’s when you realize he’s not in bed with you, like he was when you fell asleep. You sit up and check your phone. You see that it’s 10:30pm. On your screen you also see a notification from Ghost.

Riley 9:36pm: hey y/n, sorry something came up, so I had to leave earlier than expected. I left you some take out in your fridge though, so enjoy. Talk to you later.

You see another text from him.

Riley 9:38pm: and don’t worry, I made sure to lock your door

You sigh at his text, not surprised at all he didn’t stay. You fall back onto your pillows and turn off the TV. The rain continues to pour down outside, bringing you that familiar solace, which eventually allows you to fall back asleep.

[kairiscorner]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ HOW THE JJK BOYS WOULD TAKE CARE OF YOU WHILE SICK.

yuuta okkotsu.

✦ this boy would definitely be all fussy over you, not in the overbearing kind of way, but rather, in an 'i care about you and want you to get better' kind of way, if it makes any sense.

✦ he constantly checks in on you, and even when you insist for him not to come close to you out of fear you'd infect him or snap at him because of your body feeling so out of it, he'd smile and tell you that it's okay, h doesn't mind getting sick if it's all to help you get better.

✦ idk about y'all, but i have the feeling this boy is a good cook. he would make sure to cook you something nutritious, warm, and filling so you wouldn't be so hungry and you can sweat to feel cooler; he's kind of motherly at times, and that's what makes you even more appreciative of him.

toge inumaki.

✦ he is the type to worry about you quite a lot when he doesn't see you, he'd sometimes pace around your room when no one's there and wonder if he should go inside or not because he really wants to know how you're doing.

✦ when he goes inside, he checks your temperature with the back of his hand, offers you water, gets your medicines at the right time, offers you more blankets, some socks if you need them, opens or closes the window and lights at your command; he'll do the whole nine yards for you to feel comfortable, even with the discomfort of being sick.

✦ inumaki, even without saying anything, would sit next to your bed and watch over you, make sure to do anything for you if you needed it, or just be there for you if you'd like. he doesn't like the idea of you having to do so much when you're already sick, so he does everything he can to help you so you can get better.

yuuji itadori.

✦ he's the type that when you're trying to sleep while you're sick, he'd tuck you in, give you a soft, blowing kiss, close the lights, tiptoe out of your room, take all precautions to close the door as quiet as a mouse, and tell everyone who walks by not to be so loud because you're trying to sleep.

✦ when you're awake and stuck in bed, yuuji asks you if you wanna watch a movie to pass the time, or read some comics or manga so as not to feel bored. he hates not being able to do anything, and he thinks you might feel the same way, being cooped up in your room, so he invites you in doing simple activities together in your room.

✦ i think yuuji wouldn't mind you asking him for a hug or a forehead kiss even when you're sick, he gets what it's like being touch starved, it isn't a good feeling for him, so even if he might get sick, he still hugs you with arms wide open and squeezes you a little, making sure you get your needed dose of love and affection.

megumi fushiguro.

✦ he might come off as cold and uncaring, but every time he knocks on your door and peeks in, he cares ten, maybe a hundred, times more than you'd originally think he does. he always comes by with vitamins, explaining to you how they'll boost your immune system, along with some fruits he knows you like; he even peels and chops them up for you!

✦ he can scold you sometimes when you're not resting, going on your phone when you need to rest, not taking your meds on time, but he's only doing this because he cares for you so, so much and wants to see you better and healthy again.

✦ he'd also be a great cook, i believe; being adopted by gojo at an early age taught him how to rely on himself and do household chores on his own, so i bet he'd make you your favorite meals, turn them healthier, and, at your request... spoon feed you. he insists he does this just so he can make sure you've really eaten, but the blush on his face says otherwise, he enjoys seeing you beam and smile when he spoon feeds you.

[writing-for-me-at-this-point]

Obsession | Ghostface, Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson | Dead By Daylight

Summary. the ghostface isn’t known to be gentle, but when it comes to his... obsession, he can’t seem to bring out anything other than a wicked devotion that many could only envy, even if his muse couldn’t accept it just yet.

Warnings. intimacy, suggestive material, heavy petting, yandere vibes for ghostface tbh

Reader. Female reader <3

Word Count. 1392 words

Authors Notes. another danny fic lets gooooooooooooooo, only spell check was used and i wrote this in only an hour and a half while watching house of the dragon and barely able to speak english at this point. i love commas if you couldnt tell that already lmao. enjoy!

Obsession

the state of being obsessed with someone or something.

"she cared for him with a devotion bordering on obsession"

an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind.

plural noun: obsessions

ㅡ”without obsession, life is nothing.” John Waters

There was something in the way he held you that made his grip secure, where you could feel the groove under every knuckle and the rise of his calloused skin, it was safe. It was comforting, really, if you ignored the suffocating reality that this wasn’t a choice of your own free will, and that your current situation was one that you had to become accustomed to. Large, needy hands move around you as you lay on your back, and you remain still enough for him to get comfortable on you.

His mask is shifted upwards slightly enough to see his lips, a wicked smile shows between them, and you feel a shiver up your spine as your body relaxes enough for the Ghostface to not know of your own inner turmoil's that are hidden behind your eyes and above your heart. He rests his head on your chest, face turned up into the crook of your neck and shoulder, his mask laying on the other side of your body while a killer finds comfort in your warmth- legs open and his weight crushing you in an oddly pleasant way.

He smells of leather, iron, and cologne, his hair is longer than usual, the short black tufts have now become loose curls that tickle the side of your face and neck. His scruff is starting to grow, you note, feeling it scratch your skin as he nuzzles into you further to comfort himself. He finally stills, and you let out a small sigh, giving yourself some time to shift under him for your own comfort.

He's cold, so unbelievably cold, and he saps the warmth your body created like a leech does to an open sore. Your heart picks up a bit as you feel his gaze on you, looking through the flesh and into a deeper part of yourself that even you refuse to acknowledge. His eyes aren't meeting yours, yours are closed, relaxed, and moving behind the darkness of your lids, His eyes stare into your skin, looking up, unmoving. 

He’s waiting, you realize. Your hand twitches, before slowly coming up to rake your nails through his hair, a satisfied hum leaves his throat through unopened lips. But his eyes don't close. He expects more from his gaze. His muse. His lover. 

Another hand, at the same pace as its successor, moves under the opened leather jacket, before finding its way under more cloth to the cool feel of his back. He isn’t a corpse, but he lacks so much warmth, you almost worry for him, 

“Keep going.” He's curt, but his voice is soft, as you realize that this is Danny you're in the presence of. Your fingertips are warm, and the palm of your hand even more so, and as your dignity falls into nothing Danny finds himself pleased as you fall to him whims of your own volition. 

For a killer, one who lacks a heart, who lacks every shred of humanity that is expected of a man, he finds himself at the mercy of his instinct. He’s needy, clingy, desperate for your attention. The beast that craves the screams of his victims, a ghost in the night, a monster that thrives off playing with the mind of his victims finds himself at the feet of an unwilling woman whom he can't imagine a life without.

You start to scratch at his back lightly, and his skin raises at the attention, begging for more of you, before flattening your palm to soothe the red flesh. His mind is full of static, and he presses himself into your body even more, the need to crawl into your skin becomes more and more evident as he stares into your body once again, and your anxiety spikes.

He feels how your body reacts to him, fearful, yet pleased. Hesitant, but yearning. You enjoy the attention he gives you, the feeling of knowing how you’d never be rejected by him in any way, shape, or form. Your heart and body fight your mind as you force yourself to remember the blood that stains his hands, the thrill he feels chasing down his prey, his victims, and the subsequent glee as they take their final breaths under a hunting knife as the phone line is cut.

You were never going to be one of them. He assured you that.

You were to be worshiped by him, to have your feet kissed and your body touched with love and safety, to have your needs provided for as you keep him sane by merely allowing him to be near you- to take what he needs from you. 

But he also can't deny the jump of his heart when your voice quivers underneath him, or when you jump as you realize he's in the room much later than the time he entered it, the way you fight the urge to lean into him and his hands hold your face or when they grab at your hips.

He was in love with the way your skin felt against his, searing hot, as your bodies molded together in a way he can only describe as perfection. The way you style your hair to fit your face in the most pleasing manner, how you bite at your lip or cheek when thinking or absentmindedly, the way your fingers would tap against the countertops or the wheel of your car as music plays- either aloud or in your own head. Everything about you screamed at him to worship that part with every part of his being, his newfound, and unknown obsession.

He mouths at your neck while you continue to massage and scratch at his back, playing and pulling at his hair at the same time, His mind races with need as you take in a quick take of air, a broken whimper leaving your throat as he continues to mark up your neck as best as he could, his own hand coming up to your jaw, to hold your figure in place before you squirm as you usually do when in his hands.

Your senses are overwhelmed by him, the way he feels, the way his body looks laid on top of you as a mess of ebony rests just under your chin, his scent filling becoming stronger as he manages to somehow get even closer. You hear the sound of his mouth on your skin, his heavy breathing, the sounds that leave him before he slowly moves his hips into yours- leaving you pawing at his hair and skin as your own hips move to meet his.

He overwhelms you. He leaves you needy and empty, craving more of him as your mind screams to just leave him and run, but those thoughts are only pushed back further and further into your head as the emptiness and need grows more in importance at that moment.

You know he’d never hurt you, even if you asked, because he can’t bring himself to.

It brings you comfort as you fall into him, allowing your heart to open up, and he notices rather quickly.

Your body finally is able to relax, sinking into the bed under his weight, no longer fighting to keep yourself up. Allowing yourself to sigh and move your own hips against his, before you tug at his clothes in a silent beg for more and it leaves Danny feral for your need.

He grins again, wicked and delighted, teeth against your skin as you finally fall into his touch. He’d gladly lay himself bare for you, ready and waiting, watching in delight as dark eyes watch as you finally start to take what you need from him.

His obsession leaves him weak for you, open, and bare.

And it leaves you hungry, and watchful, moving to please the both of you.

It soon grows, and the obsession is a mutual agreement, of blood and kisses, with bared teeth and needy hands, playful and curious as time goes on.

It's an obsession, yes, you’ll admit that later on.

But is that so wrong?

[rainbow-lite]

TW // medical play/mad scientist, drugging/aphrodisiacs

part 2/3

a warm sensation has embedded itself in your core, and it's quickly spreading. waves of heat rip across your body, leaving a tingling feeling in their wake. your legs shake. your panting amplifies to moans. the needle. what was in that needle?

before you have time to come up with another question, you feel gravity start to overtake you.

-

everything is quiet, except for the sounds of your own breathing. it's nice to just lay here. but... that's strange.

where is here?

you wake with a start, jumping, and then almost immediately realizing that you're restrained. a stream of confused mutters and whines leave your mouth as you try to focus on your surroundings.

the first thing you notice is the gnawing heat flooding your senses. next, you notice the cold metal table you're laid atop, and the thick leather restraints keeping you fixed there. your legs are spread and also strapped down. then, you notice your own sharp, ragged pants and desperate moans. your writhing hips. your shaking legs. that heat.

you try to shake it off and focus your eyes. that purple light... you're still in the lab?

the sound of a door creaking open brings an abrupt stop to your racing thoughts. firm, methodical footsteps grow louder until you can practically feel them.

"oh, you're awake."

the sound of the doctor's voice makes the waves of heat churn under your skin. you open your mouth to start begging - for help, for relief, for something - when they shush you.

"ah-ah, don't get ahead of yourself, now, love." they're standing next to the table, next to you, above your head. "we have plenty of time to document results."

document... results?

the heat floods your senses again. you struggle against your bondage, to no avail.

"so, have you figured it out yet?"

figured it out? figured what-

it hits you hard. the syringe. the solution.

the realization must've shown on your face; the doctor starts laughing.

"i can't thank you enough for being so agreeable to this all." you can practically hear the grin on their face, "don't worry; your compliance will be rewarded."

you start to gasp and babble, still not capable of constructing a full sentence. "please! please- i- doctor-!"

they hum in response, beginning to pace circles around the table. looking at you. inspecting you.

they continue pacing as you find the words to begin to plead for mercy. however, it doesn't seem to interest them. without acknowledging your begging, they grab a spare piece of paper and pen and begin writing.

"doctor, please! i-i need help, please, please...!"

"help? with what, darling?"

"it's too much, it's too much! i can't, i need-"

the feeling of the doctor's cold, gloved hand on your thigh sends a shiver through your body. you yelp and try to pull away, only to recall the restraints. their hand begins to slide up your thigh making its way to your hole. you now realize the mess you've been making between your legs. you try again to pull away, but their fingers are already exploring, rubbing, spreading you open. you choke back a scream.

"make all the noise you like, dear. i promise no one will be able to hear you."

[ihni]

It's @weird-an's birthday, so have a little Argilly (!) (yeah I know!) piece inspired by this post.

This piece is written to be read around the time they release season 5, because whatever shit they come up with to happen in Hawkins, our forgotten boys will just be living their best life in Cali.

~~~

Billy wakes up slowly, gaining awareness in increments. The softness of the sheet underneath him, the sounds of the traffic interspersed with voices coming from outside, the warmth of the air in the room and from the body behind him. Taking a deep breath, he stretches until his joints pop and then releases the air in a content sigh as he becomes boneless once again, turning around and snuggling up to the man behind him. Tucking his head in under the man’s chin, still without opening his eyes.

There’s a chuckle. Billy can feel the vibrations through the body he’s clinging to, and can’t help but smile.

“How long have you been awake?” he murmurs, and hums contentedly when a big hand splays out over the back of his head, scratching lazily at his nape.

“A while,” comes Argyle’s voice from close by, and Billy feels a gentle kiss on the crown of his head.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asks, then yawns.

“You’re cute when you sleep,” is the answer.

“I’m cute all the time.”

A laugh, and Billy can feel Argyle move as he nods. “Truth. But especially when you sleep. Also, we’re not in a rush. We can stay here all day, if we want.”

Billy starts to nod along, but then stops. Reluctantly blinks his eyes open. “Not all day. We’re meeting Tommy later, remember? You promised you’d show him all the best burger places in town.”

“Yeah but that’s not until the afternoon,” Argyle argues. “We have hours to go before then.” A pause. “You can go back to sleep, if you want.”

Billy considers. It’s still a luxury to be able to wake up at his own pace, and not have to hurry to get ready in the morning. It’s also not until recently that he has started sleeping through the night, with the nightmares being less frequent the longer he spends away from their source.

Two years. Two years since he clawed his way back to the real world, two years since he stopped having to sleep with one eye open, two years since fate – perhaps as an apology for everything it had put Billy through – brought Argyle to that godawful Indiana town. (No one could tell who was most surprised to see the other; Argyle, who had been told that Billy had died in a fire, or Billy, who hadn’t thought he’d ever get out of that hellish place at all. Their reunion was emotional and tearful and came as a shock to everyone else, who hadn’t even known that they knew each other. But honestly fuck everyone else.)

It has been two years now since Billy sat down in the passenger’s seat of Argyle’s van and went back to California without looking back; his only goodbye being a middle finger aimed at the ‘Leaving Hawkins’ sign as they passed, while Argyle’s hand rested on his thigh, gripping Billy’s other hand in his.

Two years later, and here Billy is, in bed with Argyle; his best friend, his lover, his Aggy. There are no monsters anymore, there is no Neil to be wary of. He is safe, he is warm, and he can go back to sleep if he wants.

Does he want that, though? He frowns. Something tickles his mind, like a half-forgotten memory. He dreamt something, he realizes, but trying to remember what it was is like trying to capture mist in his hands. It slips between his fingers like smoke, but still leaves him feeling vaguely uncomfortable.

Argyle, like always, notices. “What is it, Bee?” he asks, and hugs Billy closer. “Nightmare?”

“I don’t know,” Billy says, truthfully. “I don’t remember.”

Argyle hums. “You were moving around a lot. Talking in your sleep again.”

“Really?” Billy says. It’s been a while since he did that. “What did I say?”

“Just murmurs. No real words. You sounded kinda worried, though.”

“Hm. Well, I don’t remember.”

Billy rolls back a bit and puts his head on the pillow. He immediately misses Argyle’s warmth, but Argyle keeps his hand on the back of Billy’s head, playing with his hair, and at least this way he can look at Argyle’s face.

He’s beautiful. Big and strong and soft, with his sunshine smile that never fails to make Billy feel all warm inside and his long hair that somehow always looks perfect even right after waking, unlike Billy’s. There’s a mark on Argyle’s cheek from a crease in the pillow, and Billy wants to kiss it.

Argyle’s smile – widening at the sight of Billy, which will always be a thrill – is contagious, and Billy finds himself smiling too.

“’Mornin’, Aggy,” he says and leans forward to place a kiss on Argyle’s lips.

“’Mornin’, Bee,” Argyle replies and smiles into the kiss.

They lean their foreheads together and breathe for a while. Then Argyle stretches out too, like a big cat. Billy seizes his opportunity to plop himself on top of Argyle, who just laughs and puts his arms around him, pulling him closer. Chest against chest, Billy moves with Argyle’s expanding lungs as he inhales. It is soothing, and he tries to relax. But he doesn’t quite succeed – the remnants of the dream is still lurking in the back of his head.

Of course, Argyle notices. “Bee?” And of course, he knows what’s Billy’s thinking. “Do you think it’s got something to do with, you know, all that stuff from a couple of years ago?” He doesn’t even say ‘Hawkins’ out loud, because he knows how Billy feels about that town. It is just another reason to love him.

Billy wants to say no. Wants to reject it out loud, because all that is over. But that nagging feeling in his brain stops him. “I don’t know,” he admits. Argyle knows about the nightmares, about the dreams. He has met El after all, and knows what she can do – and he knows about the times, right after they got back to California, when Billy and El’s dreams merged. It has stopped now, thankfully. Or, he thought it did.

“Do you think something’s … wrong?” Argyle asks. His voice is neutral, but Billy knows him well. He knows what Argyle went through, too; what he had to see and live through on his way across the country two years ago.

And Billy decides, then and there, that “No. Nothing’s wrong.” Because they’ve had enough, him and Argyle. They’ve done their part. Billy has served his time; he paid the price, survived, got out and got away. The people they left back in Hawkins – none of whom cared enough about him to try to save him, by the way – could have left too. If they stayed around for the next wave of horror, that’s their choice.

Hawkins can burn to the ground, for all that Billy cares. If something’s about to go down there, Billy doesn’t want to be involved. Doesn’t even want to know about it.

“Okay,” Argyle says and pats Billy’s shoulder. As if he knows what Billy’s thinking. He probably does.

“And if it is,” Billy says, petulantly. Makes sure to say it out loud, so that the powers that be can hear his refusal. “If something is wrong .... If something goes down, back there? I don’t give a fuck.”

“Right on.” Argyle chuckles and kisses his curls. Hugs Billy even closer, trapping him against his chest and making him feel … small, and safe, and cared for. Something that Billy has only ever felt with Argyle, outside of when he was a child and his mother was still around. “Right on, my dude.”

Billy huffs out a laugh, but wrinkles his nose in distaste at the same time. “Don’t call me ‘dude’ in bed. It’s weird.”

“But you are my dude, dude.” Billy tilts his head back so he can glare at him. It’s hard to maintain a façade of annoyance in the face of Argyle’s sparkling eyes, but he manages through sheer force of will. “My little man.”

“Stop it.”

“My bro.”

“Aggy.”

“Brochacho.”

“I will literally kill you.” But despite his words, which are an obvious lie to the both of them, he cannot stop the smile that blooms on his face, or the blush that follows when Argyle laughs and peppers his face with kisses.

“Sure you will, dude.” Argyle sees straight through him. He always has.

That doesn’t mean that Billy will just take this kind of disrespect lying down. He struggles out of Argyle’s grip – only succeeding because Argyle lets him – and rolls and crawls with grunts and mutters to the edge of the mattress. He pushes off the bed and gets to this feet, uncaring of the fact that he’s naked, and cocks a hip to the side while he points at Argyle, who’s still sprawled out in bed, grinning. “Just for that, breakfast is on you.”

Argyle just keeps smiling, even as he leans forward and hooks his own finger around Billy’s, shaking his hand a little. And damn it, Billy is charmed. As always. “Sure thing, Bee. Cold pizza?”

“Leftovers? You call me ‘dude’ in bed, and I get leftovers?”

“Tasty, tasty leftovers, though.”

Tasty leftovers. Breakfast with his Aggy, after waking up in bed with his Aggy, in the apartment he shares with his Aggy.

A look to the window reveals blue skies with barely any clouds. The leaflets on the palm tree just outside moves gently in the breeze. Billy knows that if he opens the window, he will smell car exhausts from the road and Chinese food from the restaurant across the street and a hint of decomposing trash from the dumpster around the corner … and under all that, the salty air blowing in from the ocean, barely two blocks away.

Life is good.

He releases Aggy’s finger and takes his hand instead, pulls him up until he’s standing. Pokes him in the middle of his chest and raises his eyebrows as he looks up at him. “I want garlic sauce on mine.”

Argyle salutes – lazily, and with the wrong hand – and says, “You got it,” before pressing another kiss to Billy’s face – forehead, this time – and walking past him to get out the bedroom. Argyle’s not wearing anything either, and Billy watches appreciatively as his behind disappears around the corner.

Whatever might go down in Hawkins, it’s got nothing to do with him anymore – him or Aggy.

Life is good for them, now. He’s not trading this for anything.

And with that, he files the fragments of the dream away to be forgotten and follows Argyle out into the kitchen for a cold pizza breakfast.

~~~

(And yes, Tommy has moved there too because he deserves some kind of appearance as well, so I'll just headcanon that he and Carol maybe have moved out there and is finding their feet out in the real world. He's gonna become fast friends with Billy and Argyle and become a cook or something.)

[ma1dmer]

League of Legends - Yasuo NSFW

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): its very important for him that you spend some time simply relaxing after both of you are done, preferably with a long warm bath where he'll help you wash up and maybe even doze off while the water is still warm

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): its cheesy but he loves your eyes , he wants you staring straight at him no matter what, will stop everything if you break eye contact with him, it's one single order, you can follow that much right?

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): loves tasting himself on your lips

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): definitely enjoys sloppy drunk sex when you are both slightly tipsy and your heads hazy , he is also definitely rougher with you in those moments, looser with his tongue as well , slurring filthy whispers in your ear and the next day pretending he forgot about them even if the mischievious glint in his eyes tells you otherwise

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): he has a decent amount of experience but won’t really brag about it

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he likes having you on his lap, either facing him or with your back to his chest, leaving his hands free to roam over every inch of you

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): wants you both to be relaxed during these sort of moments, might tease you about him not doing a good enough job distracting you if you can still laugh but from the way his eyes light up you can tell he genuinely enjoys your laughter and how comfortable you are around him

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): might trim once in a while but is generally forgetful about such things

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he is very passionate, holds your hands, kisses all over your body ,calls you soft nicknames , definitely a charmer when he wants to be

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): i can see him as being into mutual masturbation, watching each other, his eyes drinking in the sight of you as he works himself closer and closer to his orgasm, finishing right as his name tumbles from your lips along with your own orgasm, its almost romantic

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): pretty vanilla

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): a private room with a comfortable bed, has definitely learned to not be picky as long as you have privacy, always makes sure the door is locked though

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): a relaxing night where you two just sit comfortably, not having to worry about the world for a few hours ,just talking and sharing a drink or two, the way banter flows between you two, how as the night progresses you both get closer and closer, he can’t help but wonder how the night will end for the both of you and when you finally make the move and kiss, your fate is sealed

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): hurt you, having sex leaves you both in a very vulnerable position so he would hate having that trust broken by hurting you even accidentally, he treats you like porcelain, like fine china

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): i know this man likes having you ride his face, he wants you to grind against his tongue, scoffs if you try to hover over him

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): he is all about lazier more relaxed and slow sex, he rolls his hips and grinds himself against you while sighing against your hair, might stop midway and have you simply cockwarm him

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): not a big fan of them, is so often on the road for missions so he just wants to be able to relax around you and take his time, lazy sex is important to him

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): he is willing to listen to you and try out things if you ask, but its mostly for your pleasure because at this point of his life he has figured out what he likes and it falls in the more vanilla side of things

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he knows exactly how to properly pace himself, usually goes for one long round with a lot of foreplay and switching up positions in between though

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): a big fan of them, really big on giving you pleasure so anything that will intensify that, he is more than happy to use, would probably enjoy one of the buttplugs with tails

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he will drag his fingers over you, feather light until you beg for him to touch you properly, he’ll chuckle about using your words to tell him exactly what you need and only then give you what you so desperately need

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he is surprisingly loud in the throes of pleasure when he is comfortable with someone, he also tends to chuckle as he gets close, breathlessly laughing, his lips quirking up in a smirk as he hisses through his teeth and groans

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): i can see him as being a fan of mirror sex and body worship, having you in front of a mirror as he whispers praise in your ear having you look at yourself as he uses his fingers, describing exactly and explicitly what he is doing to you, how your body reacts, praising your beauty

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): average in general but slightly on the longer side with a slight curve to the side

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): very in control of his needs but he does have wandering eyes, you usually can't tell because he is quick to avert his gaze unless he wants to get caught by you

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): its very important for him that you fall asleep together, he needs to know you are safe in his arms, he holds you close until he is sure you are asleep then he tucks you in and slowly turns to sleep on his side

[jjkamochoso]

I just want to say thank you for always writing my silly little request! I was wondering if maybe you could write about Noritoshi comforting non-binary- reader about being trans/non-binary? Again thank you sm for putting up with all of my noritoshi ask ^_^

OF COURSE OMG ITS AN HONOR TO TAKE YOUR REQUESTS :'))))))) I love writing for Noritoshi (as you can all tell lmao) and you always have such cute ideas!!! I hope I was able to do the scenario justice here-- I kinda ended up going down a self conscious/uncomfortable in body route which I hope is okay but lmk if you'd like a different scenario!

Also, I wrote for a non-binary reader but if you'd like a transgender reader version I can definitely whip that up so just lmk <3 I'd love to take more of your requests when my inbox opens back up in a few days!! Much love to you <3 <3

I Love You for You

Fluff

Noritoshi Kamo x non-binary!reader

Warnings: negative self image

You know those days where everything just feels... off?

Your hair isn't going right, your outfit looks wrong, you have a weird, uncomfortable sensation flowing through your body at all times?

Yeah?

That's how you felt today.

There was no rhyme or reason for you to be experiencing such dread like this, but you were, and you absolutely hated it. You pulled down at the hem of your oversized sweatshirt, an outfit choice much too warm for the hot sun beaming down on you, but you couldn't bear to wear anything more revealing while you were in a state of self loathing. You finally slowed your jog to a walking pace, happy to be finished with today's brutal training. You made your way to a tree, relishing in the shade of the leaves, but it did little to cool you down. As you tried to catch your breath from your previous exercise, you spied Noritoshi on his way to you, a bottle of water in his hand.

"You're getting better at training every day, y/n. I'm proud of your hard work," he said, handing you the bottle with a hint of a smile on his lips. You eagerly downed the drink, grateful for the chance to cool your insides. Unfortunately, it didn't work all too well, and you were back to sweating up a storm.

"You can take your sweatshirt off, you know. It's not public indecency," your boyfriend joked, tugging at the cuff of your sleeve. You quickly yanked your arm away, avoiding eye contact with the man who was now frowning.

"I'm fine," you mumbled, looking off into the distance. "It's not that hot."

Noritoshi could tell immediately that something wasn't right with you, but he wasn't the pushy type. He understood that sometimes, people had things going on that they didn't want to talk about, and he respected that. However, he wasn't going to let you suffer in the blazing heat.

"C'mon." He nodded toward the dorm kitchen. "Let's grab something to eat."

"I'm not hungry. You go ahead."

Okay, he knew something was really wrong.

"Obviously I know something's bothering you and you don't have to tell me what, but could you please at least go inside? I don't want you to get heatstroke," he said, his gray eyes filled with worry.

"I'm gonna go take a shower," you said, not meeting his gaze, "and then I'm gonna take a nap. See you."

You hurried away from Noritoshi, not wanting him to look at you anymore. When you didn't feel comfortable in your own skin, you didn't want others to see you and any time you were with Noritoshi, it was like he knew you better than you knew yourself, and you weren't in the mood to explain all of your self doubts that he probably already guessed you were experiencing. When you got in the shower, you tried to scrub away all the feelings of self consciousness, but when you were drying off and spotted yourself in the mirror, they all came back. You ran back to your dorm as quick as you could, thankfully without running into anyone else you knew. With a sigh, you threw yourself on your bed and laid in silence, too upset to attempt to sleep like your original plan was. You stared at the ceiling, wishing you could just ignore these thoughts. For you, being nonbinary was the perfect way to express your identity, and most days, everything was fine and you were positively content with yourself. On the days you were plagued with self image issues, though, you found yourself wondering how you could look better, fit in more. Would people respect you if you dressed differently or if you aligned with a certain gender instead of rejecting that notion as a whole? You groaned.

If I changed all of that about me, then I wouldn't be me.

You were kicked out of your thoughts by a knock at the door. You ignored it, hoping the person would go away.

"I know you're in there and I know you're not napping. You can't sleep when you're upset."

Yep, Noritoshi knows you too well.

"Come in," you huffed, though you were secretly relieved he came to find you. If there was anyone who could lift your spirits, it was him. Your boyfriend walked over to your bed after setting a bag of food on the table. Your stomach growled in anticipation of the delicious meal he brought, making him laugh a bit.

"I also knew you were lying when you said you weren't hungry."

Noritoshi laid on the bed next to you, resting his chin in his hand and staring at you with a mix of fondness and concern. "You wanna talk about it?"

"I... no, it's dumb. I'll get over it."

"Do you want to get over it or work through it?"

You sat up, your eyebrows furrowing. "Are you always this profound?"

"Only around you, my love."

You playfully scoffed as he patiently continued to wait for you to speak your mind, because of course he knew you would when you were ready.

You took a deep breath. "It's about me. My body and my... identity."

That got his attention as he, too, sat up to show you he was taking you seriously.

"Today has been really, really, crappy for me in terms of accepting myself. I don't know why, but it was just impossible. Every time I looked at myself, I... didn't like what I saw. I didn't feel like I deserved to stand by your side as your partner and that's why I ran away earlier. Being nonbinary is great and it's how I want to express myself but today, it just... it didn't feel right."

He nodded solemnly. "Do you think you would feel better if you didn't use a label at all? Would that help ease some of these feelings? Maybe you wouldn't be so hard on yourself if you didn't feel pressured to fit in a certain group."

"I see where you're coming from, but nonbinary is still what feels right," you said. "It's just hard sometimes, you know?"

"Admittedly, I don't, but I do know what it's like to feel out of place or like you don't belong somewhere. But, y/n," he said, earnestly grabbing your hands in his own, "I don't ever want you to feel like that around me. I want to be that safe space where you feel totally, completely comfortable just being yourself. You're so kind, funny, and you have a heart of gold. I could list a million more different attributes that I find so wonderful about you. I'm honored to have you as a partner. I love you for you, and you should, too. Don't be afraid to show the world just how special you are."

Noritoshi gave your hands a squeeze before leaning in to give you a gentle kiss, his soft lips leaving you breathless. When you both pulled away, he kept his forehead against yours, noses brushing one another.

"There's nobody more attractive than you, no matter how you dress, do your hair, or otherwise present or label yourself. You're perfect the way you are." He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. "And I will tell you that as many times as it takes for you to believe it." Another kiss, this time on both of your cheeks. "Got it?"

"Mmm, maybe another kiss like that first one will make me remember," you teased, causing Noritoshi to blush. It felt great to know that no matter what you were going through, you had a wonderful person there by your side to support you the best he could.

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What is wrong?

Chishiya x fem!reader

Paring: chishiya shuntarō x fem! Reader

Warning: angst, unprotected sex , weaponry, pure smut, cuss words.

🔞 minors do not interact 🔴

****************story begins here ***************

You and chishiya had a complicated relationship well it was more like an odd arrangement. Where chishiya was able to take out his frustrations on you and in return you get to have this beautiful man to yourself. Even though he is your boyfriend it was rare that you got alone time however when chishiya really wanted to see you, even with his busy schedule, he was smart enough to figure out how.Much time has gone by since that arrangement was made and now it was obvious that you both felt something more but of course you were both equally too stubborn to admit it.

Ever since all of Tokyo’s population disappeared and you and chishiya appeared in this world. Chishiya seemed to have developed a habit of taking out all of his unhappy emotions on you and he’d rarely tell you the cause of his distress. He is very private and to be honest you really can’t ask that many questions when your brains have been fucked out.

“Chishiya welcome back” you said jumping down from your bed and rushing to hug the blonde man. “I’m so glad you are okay” you continued, hugging the man tightly. “Yh me too” chishiya said barely looking at you, “are you o-” you tried to ask, unable to complete the last syllable as he pressed his lips against yours, pinning you to the wall, he pulled away from you allowing you to breathe “shuntarō, please” you said hoping he’d let you go. His eyes completely darkened with greed, his gaze matching every other time things started like this, he starred at you like a beast ready to devour its prey. He grabbed the back of your neck allowing him access to leave his marks on your neck and body. “Chishiya…no” you whined, “do you want me to stop” he said starring directly at you. “I’m just not in that mood right now” you said regaining your composure. Chishiya’s hand moved closer to you caressing your body, “that’s unfortunate, let me check” his hands travelled into your shorts, forcing you to gasp for air, taking his fingers that were drenched in your juices out of your shorts and forcing it into your mouth, your desire became evident and you surrendered to your need for him , you began sucking on his fingers and pulled out his cock out of his swim trunks. Pointing his fingers to the ground he instructed you to go down on him, you fell to your knees, and without warning chishiya pushed his length into your mouth, facing fucking you. Looking down on you only made him need more. His waist stuttering he was loosing his composure, but abruptly stopped ruining his own climax. He put a blindfold on your eyes and continue face fucking you, his thrusts became tougher and the grip he had on your hair became tighter, it was apparent he was at the verge of release, the blonde man threw his head back allowing his warm seed to flow down your throat, slightly spilling out of your mouth as you choked on his fluid. He took a sit admiring your helplessness. “That’s not a good girl, you wasted some of it” he said in a mocking tone watching you cough and gasp for air it made him chuckle “are you enjoying this” he asked “no….master” you replied, “how come your body is being much more honest than you, don’t worry I’ll fix you” he said raising you up.

Your hands stretched out pressing against the wall, and your legs spread apart allowing for easier access. Chishiya without warning entered you with a powerful thrust forcing you to bend lower and your nails to scratch the wall. His thrusts were rough but rhythmic, never breaking his pace he enjoyed seeing you like this. He asked questions but you couldn’t remember what he said, his words were muffled and like a broken record all you could call out was “shuntarō” you could feel the coil tightening in your stomach, your curses mixed with moans you were sure the other members of the beach could hear how loud you were but you didn’t care, you couldn’t think your eyes rolled to the back and your tongue hung loosely. The man decided to punish you for not answering his questions, the coil in your stomach tighter further and you toes curled more. Suddenly the thrusts stopped, chishiya had taken out his cock, your mind went foggy, you were completely broken “put… put it…. Put it back. Fuck. Put it back please, please, please let me cum” chishiya feeling pleased with himself decided to continue, your nails dug further into the wall his thrust were careless and rough, hitting the sponge wall within you, snapping the coil that kept building in your stomach and forcing a release from both of you. Letting go of a broken you, Chishiya’s facial expression was that of satisfaction, as he caught you before you could hit the floor as you fell. He took of the blindfold and cleaned you before placing you on a bed beside him. During this time nothing was said mainly because you hadn’t fully recovered and also because chishiya felt guilty for taking out his frustrations like this, 15 minutes pass and chishiya turns over to you who was slowly falling asleep. “Hey, umm, I’m sorry about…. This” he said to which you hummed a yes and yawned “Yh, if you want something in return just tell me and I’ll get it for you, you deserve it” he said trying to make his voice sound as reassuring as he could. You yawned “if you are asking me if I want more sex or an orgasm, don’t worry about it, I can achieve all that with your dick and without you” you said caressing his cheek and turning leaving him speechless. He knew you had a weird habit of spouting absolute nonsense about hen you are tired, he’d often make a thing out of it however today he couldn’t decide if this was an exception or not.

Morning came and your felt warm. You buried yourself deeper into the blanket soon after you heard the sound of metal and a light chuckle that followed after, you turned to face the other side of your bed to meet the gaze of dark eyes “morning sleeping princess” he said in a smug face acting as though he had won something. “Morning chishiya” you said stretching your body allowing the blanket to fall down your torso exposing your bare chest embarrassed you tried to cover yourself but before you could get the opportunity to pick up the blanket you felt a hand on your tits massaging and pinching on your nipple causing you to moan ever so softly. The blonde man instructed you to sit in between his legs on the bed, giving him access to both your tits. “We have a meeting in a few minutes or maybe an hour” he said as his hand travelled to your clit, drawing tight circles, your hands squeeze the sheets and you closed your eyes in preparation for what was going to happen next. Chishiya stopped and laughed in a mocking tone “go get ready, you wouldn’t want anyone to know” he said in this while fiddling with the marks on your neck.

You got up and got in the shower, delicately scrubbing your skin in attempt to rid yourself of the lustrul activities that occurred the night before, every time you remembered your stomach had knots and your face tingled. You got out of the shower to meet a fully dressed chishiya sitting on a tidy bed waiting for you. “Wow you were quick” you said, wiping the water off your hands, “no you were just slow…..you really took your time sweetheart, what were you doing, trying to get my smell off you” he said, like the smug bastard he was. “ugh whatever, and chishiya sweetheart?! Really??, let’s just hope this is one of those days that hatter is busy with his other ‘activities’”. You said glancing at chishiya as you slipped into your bikini, chishiya nodded, eyes fixated on you, clearly enjoying the show, “I agree, but I don’t agree that you could reach an orgasm without me doing anything” he said smugly, “what the fuck are you saying” you looked confused as you brushed your hair “well, that’s what you said, well no, what you said specially was ‘if you are asking me if I want more sex or an orgasm, don’t worry about it, I can achieve all that with your dick and without you’” he mimicked you, sensing how offended he was you hugged him “it wasn’t even that serious I was tired” chishiya hugging you back, staring into your eyes the same lustful dark eyes from last night; his voice one octave lower and the tension seemed so obvious, he brought his face close to you, catching you off guard you closed your eyes “well let’s go” he said, gracefully grabbing hold of your hand.

You both walked  down the corridor gracefully, your hand in his arm, chishiya looked straight ahead, giving you occasional glances and smiles as you both made your way to the executive meeting room, unconsciously maintaining your status as the most elite couple at the beach. Reaching the executive meeting room . Chishiya put on a gentleman facade, Pulling out of your chair, kissing your hand, sitting next to you, he was the opposite of how he had been last night and at the moment he wasn’t even being very much like himself, and the truth was that he knew what he was doing and his plans were working, he had gotten all the executives eyes on you, a sudden wave of embarrassment overwhelmed you and this was because you could feel the stares that the other executive member gave, boring holes into your skin, remembering that you had marks all over your exposed neck. You made a point to ignore it. Soon hatter joined the meeting, giving yet another dramatic entrance, hatter sat in your chair and began a speech. You tried paying attention but your attention was forcefully switched over to chishiya’s hand, you felt him travelling past your hips, getting to your pussy. Surprised you abruptly turned your neck to chishiya who seemed so innocent, the blonde looked straight ahead maintaining focus on hatter and his over the top hand gestures. you slightly spread apart your legs and his fingers landed on your clit. Chishiya started drawing circles around your clit slowly. You maintain your composure but you could feel your calm mask slowly fall apart and yourself coming undone, your breathing becoming heavy and your mind becoming foggy, “y/n! You seem well, I hope chishiya has been taking good care of you” hatter said trying to get your attention “umm~ y…yeah he is” you sang, as your breathing got heavier but you were doing a good job hiding it “I see, well it shows” the man said offering you a smug grin. You soon realised he was referring to the hickeys on your neck, meanwhile, chishiya was not amused by the diversion of your attention from him to hatter, and he took that out on your clit, letting his fingers move quickly, freely and recklessly, his expression, smug watching you begin to crack, your eyes finding it eyes to maintain focus, your lips pressed together and your head bent as you pretended to take notes of the meeting just as you started to fall apart, hatter had brought the meeting to a close, chishiya retrieved his fingers, leaving you unsatisfied. Soon you both slipped out of the meeting room and began walking back to your room.

“Wtf do you call that shit” you said angrily “what exactly are you referring to??” He said smiling and looking away “don’t play dumb, chishiya what if they knew” you said, your voice sounding whiny and annoyed. “Well, So what it’s not like your jockeys didn’t give it away, besides I’m sure everyone of them in that room is having sex with someone else, so relax” chishiya said in a smug tone “smug bastard” you cursed under your breathe, “what was that??” He asked “umm nothing…. nothing” you said caught of guard by his excellent hearing abilities “speaking of smug, how about we test your theory” he said narrowing his eyes at you, observing every inch of exposed skin in you . “And what was my theory” you asked, completely over this conversation, “you know… the theory that you can reach an organism without me doing anything” Chishiya whispered into your ear, the unexpected request made you choke on air but you knew you were already very needy after the stunt he pulled during the executive meeting and you still weren’t satisfied, “so hard could it be” you said smirking at the beautiful angel like man walking beside you.

Later that evening, the lights were dream, clothes scattered ok the floor, sound of your panting as you tried catch your breath, your sweaty body sat over a very calmly laying down body. You had lost track of how long you had been going, ruining your own orgasms while shuntarō just laid there, “would you like to try again” he asked fiddling with your hair. Although it was a punishment even he knew it was on the extreme side but he was enjoying this, the way your body moved, the noises you tried to compose , the faces you made. You were coming undone and he couldn’t get enough of it “shun, please I’m begging you, make me cum” you whined, falling on top of the white haired male. You knew he wouldn’t budge but you had to try. Chishiya’s waist began to move ever so slowly, offering to you shallow thrusts to which you responded by riding his cocky. His original plan was to prolong your suffering, tease you till you were broken but after observing you he concluded that making you suffer was also making him suffer, his waist picked up speed, his thrust became more powerful. Your moans were messy and broken, your body glowing with sweat, reaching your climax you creased the sheets and let out a scream. Chishiya wasn’t done tho, he flipped you over, having his way with you, his movement became much more rough and carefree, occasionally sweeping away the hair that stuck to his face, his composed facade were nothing but grunts and heaves, his eyes fixated on your body, he pressed your neck against the bed forcing your face into the sheets, to silence your already loud moans and screams, your hands clutching to the bed. Chishiya chasing his orgasm began loosing focus, his vision blurry and his body exhausted yet his thrust’s remained powerful. The blonde man sighing heavily threw his head back as he released his hot seed into you. He fell on the bed beside you. Taking a moment to gather his thought before then turning to you.

“Hey darling are you….. okay?” He asked in an awkward tone, knowing fully well that he had just tortured you. You turned to look at him and said “I will be, once you tell me what’s wrong?” You said looking intently at the man. “What do you mean” chishiya said, his tone sounding genuinely confused, “I mean tell me what’s wrong, don’t use sex to make it go away, actually communicate with me” you said, playing with his hair, his eyes starring deeply into your making you feel shy “is that it” he said attempting to move away, “you have been over doing it lately and….I let you, so you owe me this much” you said in a somewhat serious tone, the blonde man had been staring into your eyes was now moving his eyes around, observing you, he blinked as though he was snapping out of a trans, before moving closely to you, cradling your body in his arms, stroking your hair then he sighed heavily, “ it’s nothing to worry yourself about I’m just worried” he said his tone softer than usual “worried about what” you said burying your head in his chest, “wow you are really invested” he said causing you both to giggle, soon after he returned to his serious and sincere persona, and spoke again softly “about us, in this world, the beach, I can’t think of a plan that will get you out of here alive” he said gripping your body tightly. “Chishiya, we have enough time for you to think and if you can’t think of anything…. Then I’ll take care of myself, like I have been doing” you said freeing yourself from the man, before continuing “but trust me, you are the smartest man I know, if anyone can think of a plan it would be you” you kissed the man before walking into the bathroom to shower. Once done you entered into a clean room with s lavender scent in the air and a properly cleaned up boyfriend. “Chishiya thank you so much” you said , climbing into the bed, gesturing for him to join you, you both cuddled for the rest of the night. Whispering sweet nothings into the ears of one another. “I love you shuntarō” you said adjusting your body into a comfortable sleep position. “I love you too y/n” chishiya said in a sleepy voice.

The end