#i have some more i plan to draw soon so. be on the lookout for that lol

[livsmessydoodles]

shenanigans

[thecoffeelorian]

Plan 100...?

Plan 100 (Crosshair x Reader)

Premise: As the fourth installment of the "Surprise Guest" series, you and Crosshair are careful to let Omega rest on your way to your rendezvous point, but not without planning your own next few steps.

Word Count: 1.2 k.

Masterlist: The Surprise Guest Series

Story Notes: Hoo boy...I think I've just reached the 'deep in the underbrush' phase for the next leg of this saga, yet as I watched all of S1 and read the episode transcripts for the others, never mind beginning to take romance lessons from the "Bridgerton" show, editing this installment exactly 7 times, and slowly pulling out a few things from my personal life angst closet...I will not be doing this lightly. There is so much that I wish this show could have properly addressed as well rather than setting it up in every first half and then knocking it down in every second half, so I will do my absolute darndest to cover it all myself.

Special Notes: My credit goes to @stars-n-spice for creating the beautiful Crosshair header, as well as to @talesfrommedinastation for inspiring me to use a form of sign language for silent communication after watching "The Expanse".

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@lllllmm @melymigo and anybody else who might be on the lookout for more Crosshair x Reader content, because I couldn't have made this series without you all. <3

You're out of that spaceport before whomever or whatever might be following you notices your escape, your family's slightly used shuttle giving you all the speed you need to make your flight. It’s quiet on board almost as soon as you leave the atmosphere, too, yet sometimes, quiet can be exactly what everyone needs to clear their heads.

Nowhere is this more evident than your own cockpit, a small but comfortable space that carries the control console; a few chairs with safety harnesses; one old childhood drawing of yours kept in a place of honor upon the wall, and a mini-fridge to the left. You had a few minutes to gather up some food and drinks before heading out, so of course, you were careful to add the packs of dried meat and lemonade so that at least one person could add some missing salt and sugar to their system if they needed it.

Someone like Omega, even, for she’s careful to ask you nicely before you hand her one of the lemonades. Whatever this one has just been through, wherever she’s been…you can only try your best to alleviate her transition back into society.

Wherever her society waits to be found, that is.

Once you reached deep space, though…Omega’s sound asleep in minutes, her half-empty cup hanging loosely in her right hand. This is, perhaps, a big convenience for you and Crosshair both, because you might not have to worry about her for a little while.

What you are able to do, at least for the duration of this trip, is start planning…and what Crosshair is able to help you come up with ends up exciting you and confounding you at almost the exact same time.

First comes that moon over Ryloth, as you originally agreed to in order to see Omega off. That’s certainly a given, considering you already agreed to his idea of separating himself from her so that any and all demanding guards that might come calling won’t be able to recapture them both.

After that, though—or so Crosshair does his best to explain—the two of you will, indeed, have to clear out not long afterward, with or without any harsh words from Hunter or Wrecker.

What harsh words, you signal to him, the both of you speaking with your hands so as not to wake Omega.

And why would they be mad at you?

I turned away, he signals back, and perhaps just a little too sharply judging by the pained look upon his face.

They had their ideas, I had mine, and now it’s too late for all of us.

I see…

An awkward silence passes between you both, and for a moment, you’re stuck wondering if you should ask any more questions, or else just be still until he starts up again. It’s suddenly very difficult for you to figure this out entirely on your own, as up until a certain point today, you thought you were going to spend another day by yourself.

Funny what difference a few hours can make.

Once you brace yourself to say something else, however, it’s here that he speaks first, signaling a bit slower for emphasis rather than controlled rage…or so you hope.

They clearly wanted to dig around the galaxy for scraps rather than ask for anything more secure.

Oh…? And is that where you were before you escaped? A ‘secure’ place?

Not exactly.

Another awkward silence. You’re both choosing your next words this time, a sure sign that you’re either learning how not to push the other into a fit of stress…or else falling apart long before you can ever try to get closer. You might not be so sure about what’s in Crosshair’s head right now, but you are sure of one thing.

You’re not ready to leave his side so quickly.

I thought playing by someone else’s rules would help keep me alive. Useful, even…but I obviously thought wrong.

Lucky for you, he’s talking again, though that left hand of his starts shaking a second time.

Not that it matters any longer. They already suggested that I’m too severe and unyielding to ever be around them, so it’s time I just let them all go.

What, do you—you think they’ll be happier if it’s just them and Omega?

They’ll certainly be safer, won’t they?

One more round of silence comes, only this time, you’re giving him all of one nod to signify your agreement with this plan. You might have gone out at least ten steps ahead of whatever guard or bounty hunter might become interested in your capture, but truly, that sense of a false peace could only last the three of you so long. Be it three days, three weeks, or even three months…all the necessary precautions would need to be made, for better or for worse.

In the meantime, though? Simple. You’re offering Crosshair both of your hands now, your palms up in a wordless invitation for him to either take hold of them, or else ignore them entirely. He certainly has room to do just about whatever he wants, considering he might not exactly be using weapons anytime soon.

“And…what about me? Should I also be dropped off?”

You remember to ask this in the lowest whisper possible, all the better to keep Omega from waking up or hearing any of your secrets.

“…You should not, Y/N.”

“Really? And why is that?”

You barely hold back a gasp as his hands meet yours, the unexpected joining of flesh and bone sending a surge of emotions through your body.

“Because—Because I think I like the thought of you tagging along a bit more.”

Your head is reeling at this point, so much so that it’s a curious miracle that you haven’t given yourself vertigo yet.

No matter how much you might have also tried to hold yourself back, your body suddenly feels light as a feather, so you’re quietly relieved when you manage to push one foot behind the leg of your seat to keep yourself from floating straight up to the ceiling. This stranger, this Trooper, has just consented to you remaining at his side with no sign of sarcasm or jokes at your expense…and, be it only until you find yourselves a new refuge or not, you’re certainly beginning to feel the same way.

The last few hours have, for better or for worse, had that effect upon you.

In fact, maybe...maybe this is just the beginning of something grand, some new adventure that you never dreamed of having before, but which clearly may have just found you at long last. Maybe you're on your way to someplace fresh and new, and with it, a chance to be something more than just some forgotten flight controller's child or some diner owner that nobody else really notices.

Maybe this is about to become your second act, and you need only step out onto the stage in order to claim your true place in the world.

And, once the two of you find a safe place to land together, whichever planet and community that place may be a part of…you can’t wait to find out if Crosshair might feel that same affect right beside you.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

As many as I can write in 30 minutes let’s go!

Starting with a couple of asks about our post from yesterday.

Anonymous asked:

I'm guessing the bunny is because of Deuce's hometown event and the fox is because of Ace dealing with Fellow.

Yes and no! It’s one of the reasons, but these two also have pretty strong vibes of these animals, especially Ace. He is such a sly little fox pup sometimes lol

Anonymous asked:

That recent Ace/Deuce post had my mind absolutely working overtime with ideas.

But they all just kept coming back to the White Rabbit Fest, even when it didn't really fit a fox Ace kinda thing.

Anyway, besides that, I really love Ace/Deuce ship stuff, so seeing you do art of them is an absolute treat!

Thank you so much, Anon! <3 I am very happy that you like it!

They couldn’t allow Ace-the-fox to enter the rabbit arena lol poor foxy.

I really like this theme for these two. Should draw it again at some point…

Anonymous asked:

Hi! Have any of you considered posting fanfics (novels)? 👀 Love your work as always btw, take care

Hi, Anon! Thank you for your kind words :)

I am not really a writer, so I haven’t considered it. I love coming up with headcanons and I think I am pretty good with dialogues for our comics, but writing a proper story (even a very short one) is just way too difficult for me. I can’t even write these replies fast enough… so I’ll stick to what I do best and keep drawing <3 Out of the two of us, Katsu is the writer, but Katsu’s main focus right now is Nebula. To be completely honest, fanfics in general aren’t our cup of tea… (That being said, Katsu did write a couple of fanfics before, albeit not twst-related)

eh-nonnie-mouse asked:

Do you have a Cara account or is it only bluesky?

Only bluesky for now :(

It seems like Cara is mainly a portfolio app, which is good (especially if it’s AI free), but right now we don’t really see the point in posting there – it’s not for art of yaoi boys kissing, which is the majority of things I draw. Things could change of course, but right now we’re sticking to bsky.

unofficialwheatdog asked:

The the way you draw Fellow Honest

My husband

it makes him so much more handsome like I have to kiss him the second he's on screen

How dare you worsen my obsession/j

(jkjk I love your art and if it's ok with you, I very much want to save the fellow honest image just so I can stare at it for five hours pls and thank you)

I am so happy you like how he looks in my style!! Especially if it worsens your obsession lol

Of course, feel free to save it and look at it; enjoy your fluffy husband lol

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

FELLOW AND GIDEL ARE HERE!!! They look so good in your style!!

Thank you so much!

Anonymous asked:

Just saw your recent replies and IT MAKES ME SOOO HAPPY!

Let's GOOOOO fellow (heh) Top!Gidel x Bottom!Fellow likers!!!

And reading your replies about their ship! UGH👌👌👌 Ryu such good taste you have! Oh dear.. I love it all!

I am honestly (..heh) looking forward if you have more art of them specially the shippy ones 👀 I'll be on the lookout. Also thank you for the food! 🙏

Hehe I am happy you’re happy Anon!!

Thank you so much for being so excited, I hope we’ll post a lot of stuff with these two in the nearest future…! <3

Anonymous asked:

OOOOH I SAW MOBS BOSSES X FELLOW ADDED TO THE LIST.... I do rly like the idea of fellow & gidel, but mob bosses x fellow is soooo juicy for art and hcs...... thoughts? plans?? plz plz plz this is living in my head RENT FREE... 😍

Thank you so much, Anon!! <3

Well we do have a lot of sketches with Fellow and his bosses (nsfw ones)… and we do have an ask with hcs about them, so if everything goes well, you’ll get more juicy stuff soon. Let’s hope! 💪

[xiaosonlybeloved]

Strategic Retreat- Gorou

featuring:- Gorou, fem!reader, Yae Miko tags:- fluff, not proofread, teasing a/n:- @i23kazu here's my piece for my bias gorou &lt;3 wc:-717 words

“So this is the Grand Narukami Shrine, huh? First time I’ve been to this place.” Gorou remarked lightly, eyes alert and on the lookout for their ‘enemy’. You chuckled, squeezing his hand in yours. “Relax, Gorou. It’ll be fine.” He nodded determinedly as one of the Shrine maidens approached the two of you with a polite smile, asking if you wished to draw any fortune slips. You could easily see that your lover was intrigued by the idea by the spark in his eyes, so you answered a “Yes, of course.” on his behalf. Honestly, it was so adorable to see one of his cute ears flick, his fluffy tail wagging, and a smile tugged at your face.

Alas, that excitement faded away quickly. “H-Huh? Great Misfortune? Is this a sign of things to come?” He exclaimed, upset, ears drooping. You hugged him to calm him down, talking about how this could be a potential ‘sabotage’ by Yae Miko to make their great plan ‘fail’. Gorou seemed to be convinced by your reassuring words easily, or perhaps he just trusted you that much. “Well, her plan won’t work! I will certainly not be intimidated by her!” 

As you headed further into the shrine, you affirmed that both of you were in this together, holding his hand for additional support, at which he flashed you a grateful smile, saying “Let’s do this.” And soon, lo and behold, your ‘enemy’ was in front of you at long last for the much awaited ‘battle’ confrontation. “Oh? Did you run into some trouble? You’re later than I expected. You’ve made me wait a while.” Yae remarked, a knowing smirk on her lips as she pretended to be thinking. 

Gorou gritted his teeth. He defensively said, “Hmph, even if you did know we were coming, this makes no difference. We won’t get caught off guard! We’re here to-” Yae interrupted him mid-sentence. “Heh, slow down, let me have a guess.” She chuckled, and it sent shivers down your spine-whatever she was planning, it was terrible.

“Perhaps, like all the other pairs who come to see me at the shrine, you too wish to know if the future of the two of you includes a lifetime together? I wouldn’t mind doing a special reading especially for you.” She grinned. “Huh?” Gorou blurted out at the same time as you. “A… lifetime together?” You asked, eyes wide and startled. Again, Yae smirked at you as she hummed, “Now that I think, you could even leave all your fur-grooming to your little friend here…Imagine… Just imagine her holding your tail in one hand, while brushing it with the other… ” She left the question open, and you shuddered, images already flashing through your mind’s eye, which you hurriedly tried to shoo away. Gorou also seemed to be doing the same thing, a faint red coating the tips of his ears and nose. 

“We’ll have to try another method.” Gorou whispered to you, as you nodded furiously, a similar light red coating your own cheeks. Unfortunately, before he could even begin speaking, Yae spoke up, on her way to create more chaos. She snickered a bit as she said, “By the way, there’s no point trying to hide it, you know? What with your tail swishing behind you, your attempt at a stony face holds no ground.” On hearing this, Gorou’s ears drooped down immediately. Although the both of you were still quite flustered, you couldn’t deny that it was still very adorable to see this. 

Yae continued, “Although, you know, those soft, pointy ears of yours are as fascinating too. Imagine-” “Please, no more!” You exclaimed, interrupting her. Gorou finally spoke up again. “I suppose… i’ll have to use my final trump card… I think, the real reason you know me so well is because youre just like me! Just like me, you hug your tail while sleeping, and dream of someone grooming your tail!” You winced. That must have seriously hurt his pride, you thought, looking at his determined expression. 

“Wow, what a strong confession you made in an attempt to bring me down. But you see,” She turned around with a grin, “I have no tail.”

You and Gorou ended up running out of the shrine at top speed to escape this devil, hands still interlinked.

[dindjarindiaries]

December Updates & Announcements

Hi, everyone! December is next week, if you can believe it! In light of this year coming to a close and things starting to wind down/fall into a routine in my personal life so far, I wanted to provide you all with some updates and exciting announcements about what you can expect from my blog and I heading into 2024!

DINCEMBER 2023

Dincember is coming back for our 4th annual year! I'm so excited to share more writing (and, from others, art and more!) with all of you and to continue this lovely tradition of ours.

To find the prompts, tag, and my own contributions, you can head to this post! We start next week, on December 1st!

UPCOMING WRITING PROJECTS

I have a few things in the works heading into 2024 that I'm super excited to share with all of you! Here's a few that I'm ready to reveal:

I'm doing a Catalyst rewrite! I'm so excited about this one! I'm drawing upon my unfinished series entitled Catalyst and also taking inspiration from Pedro's wonderful performance in TLOU to create a new version of the story entitled Scattered Stars. It features a brand-new OC named Kyla Tiigan, a 14-year-old girl with a backstory you'll never see coming. I'm currently working on the first chapter and I can't wait to share it with you!

As per usual, I'll be writing at least two Security interludes as we wait for season 4! The Djarin family left off in a very happy place going into season 4, and I can't wait to show you how they continue to enjoy their home on Nevarro - and what their future may look like.

I have two new micro-series planned, both based off of Din's new position in the New Republic! Both are enemies-to-lovers, one a senator and one an X-wing pilot, though they're still mostly at the planning stage with no names set yet. I'm hoping to debut the first pieces of those after Scattered Stars!

MASTERLIST REDESIGN

I'm going to be redesigning my masterlist soon, as I've finally hit my 100-link limit! What I'm likely going to do is split my masterlist into their respective categories, with links to those separate masterlists. For example, there will be one dedicated to just Din one-shots, one to my series, and so on and so forth. One those fill up, I'll specify reader-inserts, OCs, and more. Be on the lookout for this change in the coming weeks!

PERSONAL LIFE UPDATE

Something I wanted to share with you all as the reason why I haven't been as active is because I got a job promotion! I've gone from a senior writer to an editor of the Star Wars beat at Screen Rant. I couldn't be more grateful for this change, and I absolutely adore the work I do. Now, I still get to write, but I have more freedom to write the ideas I want - hence why just about every Din Djarin article from the site as of late has been written by me! I have to thank you all for supporting me, because it was this blog that helped me to find such a niche and practice fandom writing in the first place.

Those are all the updates and announcements I have for now! I'm looking forward to finishing out the year with you and beginning yet another one as I prepare to celebrate 4 years of this blog in January!

[excessive-vampires]

Dealing With Demons Chapter 2: Sure as Hell Ain't Simple Part 1: Riley

Masterlist with CW

Taglist: @demyxdancer

"And then what did the demon do, Agent Silverman?" Coleman asked. As soon as Sil had reported Avi's appearance in the warehouse, the director's shoulders had tensed, and her hands had gripped the edge of her desk tightly. Riley rarely saw Coleman this tense.

"They... Well, they introduced themself."

"What?"

"Their name is Avi," Riley added. "In case that's relevant."

Coleman motioned for the team to move in closer and they huddled around her desk. "Did they threaten you?" she said in a serious tone.

"No, but they seemed... interested in us. And in the Bureau." Sil kept clenching and unclenching her fists, and seeing her so on edge made Riley feel sick to their stomach.

"That's... almost certainly not good." Coleman put her head in her hands.

Mike spoke for the first time since the team entered the office. "So what do we do?"

She looked up at him. "For now? Stay vigilant. Be on the lookout for this demon or any signs of demonic activity. And if you see anything, tell me immediately."

"Sir? There's, um, one more thing."

"Yes, Agent Bishop?"

"They looked human. But they weren't trying to be seen as human. They made what they were abundantly clear. I've seen drawings of the basic form of demons of avarice, they're draconic. They have horns and claws and scales and they look like they're made of gold and pearls. Avi had none of that. If it weren't for the glowing eyes and talking about deals I would have thought they were human at first."

Coleman leaned forward. Her straight, chin length hair almost fell from its place tucked behind her ears to cover her face. "And what does that mean?"

RIley's mouth was dry as a desert, but they managed to get the words out anyway. "That they have a tremendous amount of power to expend."

"Okay... Okay." Coleman looked down and rubbed her temples. "I reiterate my previous point. With any luck they'll leave us alone, and if not we can put the power of the entire base behind dealing with them. Do not engage on your own. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," the trio replied together, and then left the office.

"Damn, I wish there was something we could do other than wait." Mike crossed his arms over his chest.

"We need to trust the director. She knows what's safest." Sil put a hand on his shoulder.

It was weird seeing her try to comfort him when just this morning they were spending all of their time antagonising each other. They must be more shaken up than Riley realized. Probably just as much as Riley still was.

"I'm going to do some research on demons so we know what to be on the lookout for," Riley said.

"Good idea, Agent Bishop."

"Yeah, you do that."

As Sil and Mike went back to their desks, Riley rode the elevator down to the library. Once there, they started gathering books from shelves, pulling up articles on demons from the Bureau's database, and settling in for an afternoon of research.

The library didn't have much left on demons after the break in. But still, even just finding and searching through what little was left and making a digital folder of relevant information took hours. By the time they'd done what felt like enough it was late. Riley was the last one in the library, maybe the last one in the building.

Well, that nixed the plan to get a ride from Mike or Sil. Not that that plan had been more than a passing thought anyway.

Riley emailed the folder to their teammates, packed their bag, and headed to the exit. Rain was pounding down on the roof loud enough to be heard from the inside of the ground floor. Great. Riley's raincoat sat light and pitiful on their shoulders. They walked outside but stayed where the building's overhang provided shelter. Riley really couldn't afford to get an Uber unless they absolutely had to. They made up their mind, they'd just tough it out and order a new umbrella when they got home. It'd probably rain again in between now and when the umbrella arrived, but a little water wouldn't kill them. Nor would a lot of water.

Just as they were building up the courage to step out into the downpour, a sleek gold car pulled up in front of the building. The window rolled down to reveal a newly familiar face with glowing gold eyes.

"Need a ride?"

It would be monumentally stupid to get into a car with a demon. It would also be monumentally stupid to refuse a demon's offer and risk angering them. There was no smart option here. The thought to call Sil for help crossed Riley's mind, but she was most likely too far away by now. And even if she wasn't, did Riley really want to put her in danger by involving her in this? So that narrowed their options to saying "No" or "Yes," and either one could lead to ending up dead. After a moment of deliberation, they decided it was probably safest to do as the demon asked, plus, Riley really wasn't looking forward to getting soaked.

"Fuck it," they muttered, and got in the car.

"What's your address?"

"Huh?"

"Where am I taking you?" Avi smiled, showing off gleaming teeth.

Riley really hadn't thought this through. "Oh, um, you can just drop me off at the subway station."

"Nonsense, then you'd have to walk part of the way home and still get soaked."

Riley considered their options for a minute as Avi looked at them patiently. Then they sighed and told Avi their address. After another smile from the demon, Riley wondered if they were going to die tonight. Avi typed the address into their phone and set it in a cup holder. Then they drove away from the building. Well, no backing out now.

Avi looked different. Which wasn't too surprising, demons were fluid creatures after all, there wasn't much they couldn't change about how they looked if they had the mana to spare. But it wasn't their face or their build that had changed but the way they presented themself. They were wearing less formal clothes, and their hair was a bit messy. It looked better like that. Their posture was also more relaxed, and overall they seemed very dissimilar to the business-like front they had put forward at the warehouse.

"Do you like your job?"

Riley was startled out of their train of thought by the question. "Um, yeah. Yeah I do."

"It must be interesting researching the paranormal for a living."

As far as Riley could tell the demon was being sincere.

"Yes. I can't imagine anything I'd want to do more," Riley said as they stared out the windshield and tried to pretend they were talking to human instead of a monster they'd just seen commit murder.

Yet another smile. "So tell me, Riley, what do you know about demons?"

They said it casually, but this conversation was now recognizable as an interrogation. Oddly, that made Riley feel better, knowing that Avi had a reason to be doing this other than just to terrify them. They would have to be careful about their answers though, they didn't want to give Avi any reason to consider them a threat.

"They're manifestations of desire. I know that they make deals for human souls, and I know that they... consume the souls they buy when the human dies or sometimes when the deal is complete."

"Or when the deal is broken, like today," Avi offered helpfully.

"R-Right." Riley felt sweat start to collect at the back of their neck at the memory.

"Anything else?"

"... I can tell from your eye color that you're a demon of avarice, and I know you get power from the souls you consume. And that you, you specifically, are very powerful."

"Interesting. How?"

"Because you look human. And you could feel it when the bullets hit you."

The demon's eyes widened, they opened their mouth and then closed it, but Avi kept their eyes on the road and did not turn to look at Riley.

"Do you know the ritual used to summon demons?" Their tone was still casual, but was undercut with a note of seriousness.

It was probably best not to lie, not to risk getting caught in a lie when that could make the demon angry.

"Yes."

"So you must also know the ritual used to banish us."

Shit. It was a safe assumption, the two rituals were practically the same, but the banishing ritual was done in reverse. Well, there was no use in lying now if the demon already believed it. "Yes."

Riley waited for something to happen, for Avi to do something. They had a terrible fear that Avi would just reach over, rip out their soul, and eat it like they had done to the warlock earlier today. But no, demons couldn't eat your soul unless you willingly sold it to them. Avi could kill Riley, but that was it. Riley held onto that knowledge and their, woefully under-equipped, protection amulet like they were a lifeboat and this conversation was the Titanic.

"Hmm. Guess I don't want to get on your bad side then." Avi's tone was serious, but they didn't say anything else, just kept driving.

There was a small silence during which Riley's mind raced. Was... was that it? Was that all the demon was going to do or say? No attack? Not even a threat?

"So that's all you know?"

"Um, yes."

"That's really not a lot," Avi said playfully.

It really wasn't. Riley had a tendency to ramble on when nervous but this time there simply hadn't been enough to say.

"Potential sources for information on demons are rare, people who deal with demons don't usually like to share what they have with us, and demons themselves are... considered too dangerous to approach. Plus a lot of the information we did have was stolen a while back."

"Well, it's lucky you have me then."

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"Y-Yeah." Riley couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Seriously, ask away."

It was apparently now Riley's turn to interrogate. What was a question that wouldn't make this demon want to kill them? "Can you only feel avarice?" There, that seemed safe enough.

"Well, I'd hardly be truly sapient if that were the case." Avi sounded slightly annoyed. Riley gulped. "No," they explained. "I can feel the full spectrum of human emotion, but avarice is always the driving force behind my actions, be they good or evil."

"How can avarice drive you to do good?"

"Well, it depends on how you define avarice."

"How do you define avarice?"

They were back to getting smiles from Avi, but the expression seemed more sincere this time.

"You'll get a slightly different answer from every greed demon you ask, but for me it's wanting more of things and wanting to keep what I have."

"Huh. So..." This was risky, but Riley needed to know. They took a deep breath. "What do you want from me?"

"Riley, I want to be friends."

"What."

"I want you and I to be friends. Or at least friendly acquaintances. I only really have one friend at the moment, and I'm feeling just a bit lonely."

Suddenly Riley understood. Avi wanted to get on the Bureau's good side. Maybe they considered it a threat too big to take down, or maybe they just wanted to avoid conflict. Either way, Riley could be reasonably sure Avi wouldn't kill them for no reason. Their grip on their amulet loosened.

"So, no one on your team could give you a ride home?"

"Huh?"

"Your team, from the warehouse." The demon turned onto a street that Riley recognized from their daily commute, they were headed towards Riley's apartment. That was a further relief, at least the demon was actually taking them home and not who knows where.

"Oh, yeah, it's Sil's team really. I'm only part of it sometimes. Two-person teams aren't the standard, but Mike and Sil are the best agents we have. And I worked late, they had already left by the time I was done." Rain beat down outside the window, hitting the glass and creating patterns of droplets for Riley to trace with their fingers. It put them in a contemplative mood. "But, honestly, I probably wouldn't have asked them anyway. I live pretty far away from the Bureau and I wouldn't want to bother them with this." Riley was admitting this to themself as much as they were to Avi.

"Well, it's no inconvenience for me, I live pretty close to your place."

"You have a house?"

"A roomy one-bedroom apartment, but yes I have a place on this plane of existence that I call home."

That was a surprise. Riley had never considered demons doing anything in this world other than carrying out deals and collecting souls.

"Do other demons have homes here?"

"Usually just the few with the luxury of being able to look human, but there are some of us who build up cults or gangs around ourselves and interact with the mortal plane indirectly. The rest just have to wait in the psychic plane until they're summoned, which can get really boring."

"Huh."

"But enough about me. Tell me about you. How long have you worked for the Bureau?"

So the interrogation resumed. That seemed like a safe enough question to answer though. "Six years."

"And before that?"

"The training academy, and before that college."

"What'd you study?"

"Library science."

"That fits with your career choice. So, time for the big question, how did you find out about magic and monsters?"

"I always knew. My grandmother is a mage and while my parents didn't involve themselves in the paranormal they didn't make her keep it a secret."

"Fascinating."

That was weird. As far as entrances into the paranormal world were, Riley's was pretty boring. No big encounter that changed their entire worldview like Mike, but they hadn't been raised in a household where magic was normal like Sil either. "Yeah. For a while I wanted to be a mage too, but I was always better at learning about magic than actually doing it. I've, uh, never actually managed to successfully cast a spell before."

"Hence the researcher job."

"Exactly."

"Fascinating," Avi repeated. They sounded genuinely intrigued.

There was a silence, not exactly awkward but not quite comfortable. Then Avi reached over to turn on the radio.

"Do you mind?"

"Oh, no, go ahead."

They put on an alternative rock station. Riley was tempted to make a joke about rock and roll being the devil's music, but worried that if it went over badly Avi might decide to kill them despite their desire to remain in the Bureau's good graces.

The demon sang along to the radio without shame, even though their voice wasn't exactly pretty. Riley was almost in awe at how human a picture this demon painted. They had a car, a phone, and an apartment. They liked a certain type of music. Riley wondered how much of it was genuine and how much was a show put on for their benefit.

Eventually the car stopped outside of Riley's apartment building.

"Here." Avi presented them with a small scrap of paper with a phone number scrawled on it. "In case you want to get in touch."

"Thanks." Riley accepted it and started to get out their own phone. Politeness required reciprocation, and it was best not to be rude to something so dangerous. "My number is—"

"Oh, don't worry about that. If I need to get in touch with you, well, I know where you work and where you live." The flash of Avi's white teeth in their smile suddenly seemed a lot more sinister. Riley's mouth went dry and they had to clear their throat before responding.

"Oh. Yes. I guess you do."

"Goodbye, Riley!" One last smile.

Riley opened the car door and got out. The rain had softened to a drizzle. "Bye, Avi."

Riley sprinted to get out of the rain and into their apartment. After they locked the door behind them they sank down to the floor in relief.

"I'm alive, I'm okay."

Common sense begged that the piece of paper in their hand be thrown away, but... this was a unique opportunity. As they had said before, the Bureau didn't know a lot about demons, and Avi was open to answering questions. Plus, if the demon somehow found out Riley hadn't saved their number they might get angry in a way that ended very badly for Riley. That settled it, they put the number in their phone.

[shylittleunicorn15]

have my au style of kwazii

i tried to make him have the design as an orange tabby and a calico mix as good as i could get him

and yes i do plan making calico jack also a calico orange tabby mix

this was my first time drawing a octonauts character and background

this was also my first attempt at making the octonauts octo-alert logo on the door:

idk what if that's what it is or just the octonauts' logo

I've got headcannons and i wanna share em

(i know my grammar is horrible hush)

-kwazii and calico jack are part of a family of pirates from japan so kwazii didn't know any English calico jack learned way before him

-kwazii always wanted to know what is was like to be a stowaway and that's how kwazii became an octonaut he stumbled into a box on land after a few minutes it was picked up and put into the launch bay dashi went down to help tweak and was the first to discover kwazii after his head popped out of the crate dashi helped get him out and alerted captain barnacles who brought him to the sick bay to make sure he wasn't hurt after that they went back on land and attempted to let kwazii return home but the feline just wouldn't budge instead they let him stay with them how he truly became an octonaut was because he saved a baby snail from getting eaten

-barnacles was the one who taught him English they became good friends because of it

-kwazii developed a crush on barnacles(dont judge me i dont judge you for your ships) so the little box instead of the ship in a bottle on the shelf is little pictures of barnacles with hearts on them there also seems to be the shade of black lipstick kiss marks on certain ones

-peso, dashi, and kwazii developed a chaotic sibling energy

-kwazii was shy at first when he became an octonaut now he's to crazy

-kwazii likes wearing eyeliner and sometimes lipstick(the shade black of course) he helps dashi apply her makeup too

-kwazii does not wear male clothes despite being transgender he would take his oversized pink sweater with a star on it, very short navy blue shorts, and black knee-high stockings any day he does change into a diver like suit when they go on missions outside of the octopod

-he got top surgery but wants to keep the ability to have children

-his pronouns are he/they but he prefers to be referred to as a he no one knows why

-he found a random scale nobody knows what it came from but its making kwazii feel like he wants to jump into the water without a helmet so he locked it in a small lock box in his chest he hid the key in his scratching post

-kwazii has a big soft spot for babies and children and has dreamed of having his own some day

-kwazii sees professor inkling as a father figure as his father died after a run in with other pirates costing in both his parents' deaths

-calico jack's crew told him to take kwazii and run while they were gonna hold them off he hopes they're still out there(they are they'll reunite soon)

-kwazii has an older brother and and and older sister his sister is sadly deceased but his bother is still alive with his grandpa's crew still an the lookout for him and kwazii his name is Arron

-kwazii has adhd and plays with anything that seems fun to him shellington has had to lock away his test tubes and experiments because of this

-kwazii wears an eyepatch to cover his blind eye

-he can be a little menace sometimes

-when kwazii first joined the octonauts tunip and the veggimals have had to be kept away from him after he tried to eat them a few times he knows now he is not allowed to eat them

enjoy

i struggled so much with this little menace please enjoy

just a question do you want to see more headcannons and art about the others? (i could probably draw calico jack and give you guys some headcannons)

[bobelblogger]

Sultry Sorceress Ch ?? Coup De Tits or Thots

Aunt Josephine Belladonna

Chancy Belladonna

Patrick Toad

Lillian Toad

TSU Taslaus

TSU Lexuas

Being left out of it all burned in Lilly's gut, but mainly it was the way things went, no magic or skills that could come in handy in a hitch but being the designated cunt cushion and cock sock for the majority of adventures with Nadia had few upsides, didn't mean she felt fine being sidelined.

Pad was hauling a load so big he needed a wheelbarrow to carry it, going over to the well and drawing water to drink, his suspenders held his stuffed shorts with a waning strength.

If they snuck in and stole the royal crown and scepter, Nymphoria would have to abdicate and Nadia would become Queen, making Lilly her....what? She had no children, why not her heir?

If Nadia didn't want it, then Lillian would rule, Patrick would co rule as well. Her time to shine and make her mistress think of her as more than a pincushion or cum dump.

The thoughts of this tickled as she polished the toys and put away the lubes used during the astral orgy before they left, she'd bring Pad for mechanism cracking skill, fake it till we make it in the treasure vault by after noon.

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Acting Arch Paladin and High Priestess Josephine Belladonna walked the scenic paths of the royal gardens in contemplative repose, pushed her spectacles back up her nose after sneezing, a hour from waking her silver slippered feet picked spots to step over cracks in paving stones and wilted leaves, A long list in one hand and a chalice of warm cider in the other. Her flowing cream skirt and sash bound white leather bodice pronounced her curves and expectant bump, the list of meetings with important dignitaries and the Autumn Games, harvest food stores for winter months and her high noon temple visit. 

Until they arrived she would enjoy the scent and song of nature, bees buzzed and birds chirped, tiny fay folk played and worked amid the blooming botany as her head swooned with the rich scenery, guzzling cider until it ran out. 'mother always said the busy bee gets the honey.' A bell tolled twice in chimes.

"It's time then." Josephine sighed and withdrew to the fountain ringed pavilion where meetings took place in view of the main harbour, statues of angels and demons in battle set against the sky set around it, taking her seat and placing her feet upon a stool at the head of chairs with tables filled with imported vases and urns, no one but her personal guard and the diplomats to been seen.

Two men in flaired pants and coats with headwear resembling penises with feathers in the brim and hooked boots.

"Your Archfulness, I'm Taslaus, my associate is Lexuas of the Trade Shipping Union, our meeting is to clear up some finer details about territorial water in regards to-"

After to she stopped listening, 'Did I leave a note not to disturb my niece's room? Severine checked her and said she could wake up early in special cases. The arena must be pristine and the capital larder filled for winter.' 

Such was her thinking as Tas--don't care laid papers before her making gestures with his hand.

"The Nudean sea is full of men who plague the shipping lanes, we would like assurances that your nations water has no such booty thieving butchers and any cargo stolen is Union property--."

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Lily handled lookout as Pad handled the lock with a simple alchemy formula for making metal malleable, the door opened the two slipped into the wagon as it joined a longer caravan heading for the capital.

The plan was working perfectly, after going through customs, they entered the city turned to the storehouse district, into the guarded courtyard and halted.

Carefully two wine barrels marked for the palace were unloaded, wheeled into the kitchen and left in a cold room, it was half to noon and lunch would be served soon.

Exiting the barrels, Pad was itching to paint a porntrait, Lilly promised him that once the heist was done he'd have all the canvass he'd ever want.

Up from the kitchen in server garb carrying a platter of honey ham hocks and ribs, to hide his bulge Pad lugged a jug of cherry scented wine. They entered the great hall before a colossal marble staircase with pillars made like giant hands holding up the ceiling which was painted like the sky but with goddesses entwined making love amid the clouds.

'These butt-hedonians are sex crazed lunatics, I'll put a cap on that in a hurry when I'm Queen.'

Atop the stairs on the second floor two barely armored beautiful women passed in stride with golden spears and shields at their sides, ignoring them as they walked by to the hall of doors.

Water closet, training lounge, waxing room. Twin ornate doors with gold knobs shaped like roses.

"Unlock it Pad, we need to get better clothes and find the crown and jewels." Lilly gestured as he set down the jug.

He tried the knob it turned and opened the left door a crack, finding it clear slipped inside and closed it behind them, a truly spoiled display of wealth was arrayed all over the place.

In the rooms quiet a slight breathing sound, it came from the sex positions embroidered curtained bed of the double size variety and next to it racks of sex toys and restraints.

"We aren't alone, who's behind the drapes?" Putting the tray on a table and carefully tip toed to the bed, Pad peeled them back and peered in.

Golden hair in rollers, puffy cherub cheeks, lips in a bitchy frown even in rest, a sleeping mask covered her eyes and below a bib round her throat, laying in state.

Chancy Belladonna, prissy pugnacious cunt punting paladin and number one scream queen when anal was involved.

Cautiously snapped her fingers right beside her ear, waiting for her reaction, not a flinch or wince just breathing.

"Guess she sucked one cock too many, I'm taking her place, stay here and wait for my return, or if something goes wrong barricade the door, but don't touch her until after I procure the goods, I'll be back soon ."

"Got it sis, please hurry." He started searching for a way to relieve himself as Lily dug through drawers gathering the pieces that made up the Paladin look. 

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As the paladin snoozed Pad dug into every object with a door or drawer looking for relief to his pent penial predicament, found not one vaginal toy or molded hand, only plugs, beads and dildos, he found his own hands were unable to bring the vanilla lava forth either, in desperation he crawled pantless to the bed and pulled himself up by the blanket which unveiled the surprisingly naked breasts.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

First Watch

Writers’ Iron Chef #8

A/N: Thank you so much to @littleferal for putting together this prompt challenge! I’m not going to lie - I had other plans for this one (several other plans, actually, and I might still write one or two of the others...) but once that teaser dropped, all of my other ideas took a back seat and this one came sprinting to the forefront. This can be read as prequel to the Survivor Blues timeline, but it can absolutely also be standalone. 

Word Count: 1,585

Warnings: mention of guns, discussion of violence, explosions, brief mention of sex

Summary: Nothing ever goes according to plan. 

Prompt: Accidentally falling asleep together

They hadn’t planned on spending the night outside the walls. It was just supposed to be a day trip - a monthly meet up with Bill for supplies that were in high demand. Sometimes plans changed, though. 

And he hated when they did. 

Tess and Joel had run the route so many times they could do it in their sleep. They’d perfected the art of interacting with the soldiers at the border, cycling through sets of paperwork as needed so that their IDs wouldn’t be flagged, always having an alibi on hand for why they were traveling through a certain part of the city. They would rotate through the checkpoints so that their trails couldn’t be traced for suspicious patterns of movement, and then use the closest hidden exit that would take them beyond the towering concrete barrier keeping the Infected out and the citizens of the Boston QZ in. 

It did neither of those things perfectly. People still snuck out. Cordyceps still crept in. 

There were exploitable weaknesses, and with a dwindling number of trained and well-equipped soldiers to shore them up, it was more than just the smugglers and the stray runners that sought to take advantage. Marlene and the Fireflies had been active again, hitting checkpoints and holding up rations trucks, capturing guardsmen and taking their weapons. If he wasn’t so inclined to despise her and the foolish fantasies she spun about revolution and finding a cure, Joel would admire her level of commitment and her ability to inspire others - like his brother - to follow her. 

But just as they’d gotten through the gates at checkpoint 5, explosions rang through the already crumbling streets in a coordinated bombing of three other checkpoints. It was the largest scale that Marlene’s militia had ever attacked on, and though it made the rest of their journey out of the city easier, the commotion drawing all of the on-duty soldiers away from their regular posts and into the fray, it was going to make getting back in more difficult. 

Leave it to the damn Fireflies. 

They were good at disrupting things. Good at killing. Good at taking things temporarily into their own hands. But once the skirmishes had settled and the corpses were counted and cleaned up, the army would be on high alert for any unplanned comings or going. There would be fewer weaknesses in the wall because there would be lookouts stationed every hundred yards or so. It would be safer to wait it out on the other side, let a day pass to diffuse the tension and slip back unnoticed the following evening under the cover of twilight. 

“Looks like we’re camping out under the stars tonight, Joel.” Tess smirked at him from over her shoulder as they picked their way through the overgrowth, the sounds of chaos fading from earshot.

“Yeah,” he sighed and adjusted the straps on his backpack. “Guess so.” 

She clicked her tongue. “Oh, come on. Is spending time with me really that bad?” 

It wasn’t. Since Tommy left, Tess had been the only person Joel had allowed himself to trust. “You know that ain’t it, Tess. I just wanna get this done and get back in one piece.” 

“And we will.” She winked, pulling back some wire fencing and cocking her head to indicate that he should walk through. “Just as soon as those boys calm down enough to put their guns away.” 

That’ll be the day. 

They hadn’t run into any trouble on the way out, and the handoff with Bill had gone smoothly. It always did. Bill was all business. With him there were no negotiations, no haggling. The man was a combination of paranoia and aggression, which meant that he never allowed Joel and Tess to set foot in his territory, so he always arranged for the meeting place to be somewhere close to midway between the town he’d claimed and the outskirts of Boston. It was a good deal, even if it was a pain in the ass to meet him in the middle of nowhere. He got what he wanted from Joel and Tess - ammo that they’d stolen from the military, usually - and in turn he handed over medication and other in-demand items that often ran short in the city. The dealings were always wrapped by deciding on the date and location of their next meetup, and then the man would disappear, covering his own tracks behind him. 

It all went that way this time, too, but as they headed back towards the city to find a suitable place to wait out the shitstorm of bullets and bombs, they stumbled upon a herd of infected migrating aimlessly through the weedy streets. Dealing with a runner or clicker from time to time wasn’t anything that either of them were unfamiliar with, and they fought well in tandem, something almost choreographic in the way that they worked to dispatch their attackers and protect one another. But after killing nearly twenty of the things with nothing but their fists and a pair of baseball bats so as not to draw any unwanted attention with gunfire, they were dead tired. Both of them. 

Still, they needed to find a safe place to lay low for a while, and by the time they did that the sky had darkened and night had fallen. An old shed with half of one wall and a portion of the roof torn off turned out to be their best bet, and as the two of them eased their tired bodies down onto the ground Tess spoke. “Not too shabby, hmm Texas?” Hardly covering a yawn, she insisted on taking the first watch. “Get some shut eye, I’ll wake you up in a few hours and we can switch.” 

Joel knew better than to argue with her, even when she was exhausted, and especially when she knew that he was just as exhausted himself. “Yes, ma’am,” he responded, the formality only mildly sarcastic. He closed his eyes and let himself sink, let all of his muscles go lax and loose as he focused on the sound of cicadas in the distance and Tess’ breathing right beside him, and within a matter of minutes sleep had come to take him under. 

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when the sound of a twig snapping startled him awake, eyes flying open. Holding his breath, he listened for any other signs that someone - or something - was close, but after a full thirty count there was nothing. 

Must’ve been an animal, or- 

His train of thought was derailed when he glanced down to find Tess slumped against him, her head resting on his shoulder. 

Shit. 

What was worse was that in sleep his arm had wound around her. 

God damnit, Tess. 

She liked to joke about the two of them acting like an old, ornery couple, bickering like they’d been married for years. Maybe in another life they would have been. But this wasn’t another life, it was the only one that they had and it was broken, dangerous. In an alternate version of their story - in the past, maybe, before the world went to shit and before his heart had known nothing but loss - the simple act of accidentally falling asleep on his shoulder would have meant something soft and safe. An unwillingness to separate and end the night, a silent and subtle shift between the two of them that meant that things had grown. Innocent. Sweet, even. 

But now? Falling asleep without meaning to could be disastrous. It could be the difference between life and death. It could mean both of them being ambushed at their most vulnerable. 

I should’ve insisted. I should have- 

She inhaled through her nose and shuffled closer to his side and though he knew he should wake her, Joel simply stared. If he woke her now, she’d know what she’d done and he didn’t want to hang guilt on her shoulders. 

Nothin’ happened, we’re fine. 

More than that though, he didn’t want her to wake up to him holding her the way he was. Their relationship had never really gone beyond sex. They used it as a way to blow off steam, and it was beneficial for both of them. Their natural chemistry didn’t end with fighting and smuggling. They were good together in bed, too. But it was always a means to an end. There was never anything sentimental or emotional either during the act or after, and even though they were both still clothed and covered in a day’s worth of dirt, sweat and who the fuck knew what else, the way that his arm curved around her waist and the way that she fit against his side were far more intimate than they’d ever been with each other while they were awake.   

Retracting his arm carefully, Joel waited until she moved away on her own, a small sigh falling from her lips as she twisted in her sleep, and then he closed his eyes again and let out a sound that might have been a snore or a grunt. Eyes still shut, he waited until he heard her hiss out a shit and a fuck, and then her hands were on his shoulder giving him a small shake. 

“Wake up, Joel. I fucked up. Fell asleep. I’m sorry, I-” 

“Well, shit, Tess,” he frowned, blinking at her, far more awake than he was pretending to be. “That’s the last time I let you take first watch.”         

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[floraltypes]

50. w pete davidson please :)) <33

pairing - pete davison x reader

request prompt - “putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up”

where to request - here!

an - thank you sm!! hope you enjoy this :)

Visiting the city of love, Paris, France, was always a lovely opportunity. It was a beautiful place filled with many cafes and a new way of life you’ve been accustomed to since a child. Despite your grandparents not living in Paris, they did live in France and although the main reason of travel was to come and see them, sometimes it was nice to get out on your own and with the extra guest you brought along.  

Pete was always a annoying man to travel with, constantly poking you on the plane as you tried to read a new book purchased. He would then lean over to place a few kisses on your cheeks even with you trying to shoo him away, wanting to focus on the lines you needed to memorize at hand. He was always messing, teasing, distracting you, surprisingly he became randomly needed as your boyfriend. 

Fixing the hat that was now adorning your head, you took a step out onto the balcony over looking the Eiffel Tower. It was a beautiful spot, filling your heart up with joy as the wind brushed against your cheek and lifting your skirt up in the slightest. leaning over the railing, you peered down at the tourists travelling around with cameras snapping every angle, eventually being lost among many others. Most times you enjoyed just relishing in the moment, deciding to save photographs for certain moments, not every moment. 

Pete walked out with some odd pants and a shirt showcasing his love for some old band, he leaned up against the same railing besides you, keeping his glare on you despite you not returning it. 

“What?” You questioned, pushing yourself off a bit as he now walked a few steps over, kissing your forehead to then look out onto the view. 

“I’m just confused,” He shrugged, scratching his head. 

“Confused?”

“I never saw myself as the guy to go to some romancy city like this with a girl like you. It confuses me how much I’ve changed.”

“I’m sorry...?”

“Don’t be. I didn’t say I wasn’t enjoying this, this is a perfect distance to spill buckets of water down and get people wet,” His silly smile was back being placed on his lips as you rapidly grabbed his arm, stopping him from rushing into the bathroom to follow through with his plan. 

“We’ll get kicked out,” You reminded him. “And I like our stay, I don’t want to have to leave so soon.”

“Fine,” He groaned. “I might go look at some shops, see if I can find a cool bar.”

“Be smart, you’re still a celebrity, despite being in a different country.” You reminded him, shaking your head at his forgetfulness. 

When your acting career was first taking off, you’d done a few projects in French that grew popular before moving to the Untied States to further your career. Whenever traveling back to your home country, paparazzi always seemed to know when you traveling and the general area you were at, leading to people being even more on the lookout. 

With the recent publicity and rumors flying around about you and Pete’s relationship, that would mean that people would even be on the lookout for him. You’d just seen a article last night regarding how you both took the same plane to travel to the same area. It made you want to sink into your bed on the spot, wishing for one vacation that truly was one, not having to worry about people bombarding you. 

“I know,” He hummed, now switching around your grips so that he could grab you, leading you to the couch near the balcony and the both of you plopping down on top of it. “Let’s just stay like this,” He mumbles, already shutting his eyes and discarding the past idea. 

The door was open, wind flowing inside that the curtains fluttered around, your cheek was lying on his clothed chest as his hand was looped around your back, drawing little patterns into your skin with his fingers. It felt like a sentimental moment in a movie, being with the one you love, sharing a special moment in a breathtaking place. 

“I wanted to go to the cafe today,” You finally lift your head up after a few moments. “I told you that earlier.”

“We are still staying for another day,” His eyes stayed shut, imagining the way your eyes would peer up at him with a slight teasing glance, or how your lips would stay open for a few moments, possibly taking in his own feature, a smirk now creeping up onto his lips. “Stay here with me.”

“So needy,” You giggle, trying to remove yourself from him as his grip tightens. “Hey!”

“Do we need to? I’m worn out from all the jokes I came up with at the bar last night.”

“You were in the limelight,” You remember, thinking back to how so many laughs erupted from the crowd, old friends overjoyed to meet the friend you brought and to see how friendly he really is. “But, you said you wanted to do some things today anyways. Go find a new bar? A new shop?”

“Not anymore,” He shook his head, finally opening his eyes. Getting tired of staying in the spot, you try to separate from him once again, rolling over and before you can catch yourself, right onto the floor. “You look kind of stupid right now,” Pete laughs before you roll your eyes and stand up. Once again fixing your hat and outfit before going to the dresser near the door, picking up your bag and glasses. 

“I’m leaving,” You announce at the door as he sits up, remote now in hand, glancing over and patting the seat besides him. 

“Don’t you want to listen to how I sound translated? Who voices me in French?” 

“No thanks,” You wave a quick goodbye and shut the door, clutching hotel key and phone in hand while your bag hangs at your shoulder. Heading down the few flights of steps, you eventually make it to the outside where crowds of people move left and right, bikes all around, and few vehicles. 

The cafe was a short walk from your hotel, admiring all the other civilians who went on to enjoy the little things about this new country, finding beauty in things that people who lived in France normally wouldn’t. 

Walking into the shop, you adored the floral decoration and bubbling customers, sipping on their expensive drinks with a extra shimmer in their eyes. Immediately your eyes drifted to a photo of you with the staff, a signature in the corner resembling your own, all of the people being featured huddled together with huge grins on their features. 

A small, round table was situated in the back, calling your name with a bit of a creaky chair. Sitting down and placing your bag besides you, you shoved the key in your pocket and placed your phone onto the table, reaching for the menu. Soon enough a waitress came, listening happily while you asked for the drink of your choice.

Glancing down at your phone before grabbing your script, you learned many texts adorned your screen, specifically one from your boyfriend. Sighing you swiped to the app allowing you to read it, learning of his boredom and eagerness. Typing a quick reply, you fully moved your phone to the bag and received your ordered drink, diving into learning more lines and indulging in the liquid treat. 

After what felt like a short amount of time, you’re senses were heightened with a unexpected tap to your shoulder. Fear collected within you, worried that your safe and quiet sanctuary at the moment would soon be disrupted. Or worse, a creepy man came to creep and peer.

Taking a small breath and turning your head in the slightest, you were met with a much more comforting figure letting a childish grin break out on his face. He scratched the side of his head before placing a short kiss on the side of your head and taking a seat across from you.

“Neat, fancy, reminds me of you,” Pete commented, looking around at the cafe like it was a castle from a fairytale that had come to life. “Really nice, better than that bar I went to.”

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, holding your chest as now you thought about how wise it was to dismiss all bodyguards for the day. “You scared me half to death!”

“Would you of liked me to yell your name?”

“Yell my name?” You repeated, cocking your head to show confusion, as he stole your drink and took a sip, making a face of disgust.

“That shit doesn’t taste that good,” He put it back down, pointing to it and shaking his head. “But, yeah. Yell your name, you know?” He cleared his throat, standing up, and soon made his voice louder, yelling, “Y/n! Y/n where-”

Your hand quickly covered his mouth, shutting up his yells and allowed whispers from onlookers to began, letting their attention land on the both of you. Your eyes were humorously large, a hand covering your mouth and his, before grabbing your things and muttering apologies as you packed your items. Placing her money on the counter and yanking Pete’s arm, you both exited the cafe.

“What was that?” You questioned once outside, taking a breath of the cool air. “I- you-”

“Just because we are more known, we should still be able to have fun,” He shrugged, taking your hand and stealing the bag that decorated your shoulder to hang on his. “Smile!”

He pulled out his phone, hand outstretched to a further length to allow both you and him to pop up in the screen. His grin was wide, bag swinging on his shoulder, and his other hand poking your arm. You looked at him, shaking your head, before having a small chuckle and letting a smile take over your features as well.

“Cheese,” You laughed, as he took the little photo, beaming at it when he brought his phone down to catch a peak at the finishing product.

“Great! Let’s go and do some of the cheesy couple stuff, you know, pictures, matching outfits…”

“Matching outfits, gosh, France really changes a man.”

“We could get ones that say like ‘his bitch’ ‘her bitch’ funny ones!”

“I don’t know…”

Though you both had differences, it was the love you held for each other that was the same. The love of funny pictures, little smiles, warm embraces, loud laughs, and so much more. Both of you thought as yourself as a different type of partners, but in the end you really were just a cheesy couple.

(pete davidson masterlist)

[thr-333]

Drastic Measures- Part 5

@daminette-december2019-2020

~Sweater~

Shoves romance to the side and shoves friendship in your face!!!

Ao3

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“Marinette,” Adrien whines as she opens the curtain the second they get back, “Sleep,”

“Just a minute, I want to design Damian something,” Marinette takes up residence at the desk, throwing open her sketchbook, “I will be friends with him!”

“Wasn't he kind of a jerk to you?” Adrien flops onto the bed, Plagg rig after him, "I think we should go back to that point, maybe sleep on it,"

“You were a jerk too~” Marinette sing-songs finishing up a rough sketch of a sweater.

“I was trying to get the gum off your seat!” Adrien slams his hands down.

“Sure you were~”

“Mariiiiiii,” Adrien collapses back into the bed covers, muffling his whining.

“Come on you,” Marinette collects her sketchbook, “Come get material with me,”

“No, it’s time to sleep,”

“It’s midday,”

“Your point?”

"Ok, Plagg 2.0 should I get you some camembert while I'm out too?"

"I'm up!" Adrien sits bolt upright, "Never call me that again,"

Marinette ends up dragging Adrien out of the mansion he pouts as Alfred delivers them into the city she thanks him profusely.

“We were just in the city why didn’t you pick up fabric then?” Adrien walks by her side down the street.

“Because I’m stuck between 2 concepts and I need to see the fabric before going forward,” Marinette bounces along looking through the windows there are quite a few craft shops in the area which suits her just fine.

“Please don’t run off,” Adrien gently holds her sleeve, “Marinette this city…”

“It’s filled with a dark energy,” Marinette agrees, even in this nicer area had something ominous hanging over it, “It’s like it’s seeped into the city’s very bones,”

“And the Akuma aren’t helping things,” A child across the street starts crying and they both instinctively lookout.

“On the plus side at least hawkmoth doesn't send Akuma after every little thing,” Marinette forces herself to relax, moving on as the kids parents comfort them.

“On the downside, he sends them after emotions that are a lot worse,” Adrien follows along into a store as Marinette filters through the shelves.

“Maybe but we can handle this,” Marinette absent-mindedly raises her fist, meeting Adreins, “Do you think I should make something for everyone, you know as a thank you?”

“I haven't gotten them anything,” Adrien takes the armful of fabric Marinette passes him as she brings out her sketchbook to select old designs.

“I’ll handle the making,” Marinette ticks off a vest she thinks with be perfect for Bruce, “And you handle the finances,”

“I stole my father's credit card,” Adrien says with a grin, “He’ll probably find out where I am soon anyway so might as well start using it,”

“In that case,” Marinette pulls out a roll of incredibly expensive fabric, “We also need new phones,”

“And we should go out for lunch,”

“Get our hair done?” Marinette adds, looking at her half hacked off hair “I still need to fix mine from this,”

“I was thinking our room could use a chair?”

“And the bookshelf is looking a bit empty,”

“A nice expensive rug would really liven up the room,”

“Would it be completely inappropriate to get a motorcycle?”

“Yes,” Adrien agrees, “Let's do it,”

They stop to get new phones first, having destroyed their old ones when they ran away. Adrien finds the most expensive restaurant in town, but it's on the far end so they stop to get a motorcycle first.

“I didn’t know you could ride,” Adrien gestures for the waiter in their private room, “Yes can I please have the duck?”

“My Nona taught me,” Marinette sips at the most expensive drink she can legally buy, “I thought you hated duck?”

“Oh I do,” Adrien grins, which drops when his phone starts ringing, “How did he even get this number?”

Marinette looks over his shoulder to see Gabriel trying to call. Adrien purposefully hangs up rolling his eyes.

“We should go do our hair next,” Adrien leans over the table with a manic grin, ”I was thinking of dying it hot pink,”

“Love the concept,” Marinette cringes at the very thought, “But the execution is flawed, you need to dye it a color you actually like not one just to spite your father otherwise he's still just controlling your life, just in a different way,”

“You're right,” Adrien sighs leaning back examining his blonde locks, “What do you think?”

“A nice pastel or cherry blossom pink would look amazing,” Adrien perks up at the suggestion he can still keep the pink, “Actually I might do that too- oh wait! Will that affect our transformation?”

“Not unless you really want to deep down,” Tikki explains, her and Plagg gorging themselves on expensive cheese and treats.

“Well deep down I really don't want to give away our identities like this,”

“It’s a plan then,” Adrien smiles, “Now do you want to order anything else?”

“Thanks but I’m full,”

“What's that got to do with anything?”

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 “Looks great Nette,” Adrien gives her a side hug, the hairdresser shooing him away while he does the final touch-ups.

“Are you talking to me or yourself?” Marinette smiles at the new and improved shock of pink hair.

“Well obviously I look fabulous, but you look great too,” Marinette rolls her eyes at him looking back in the mirror. Instead of evening out her hair, they had made it look like her little episode was actually intentional giving it nice layers and even doing an undercut on the other side. Unlike Adrien, she didn't go all pink, instead the tips being white ombre up to pink and then her natural hair color.

“Thanks, you have to send a picture of your hair to Nino he's more invested in your teenage rebellion than you are, he’s probably also hurt you left him out of the running away part,”

“He has suggested, more than once, running away together,”

“Why what's wrong with Nino's family?”

“Nothing at all,” Adrien quickly covers, “I think he just really wanted me to run away, his mum offered to pack us lunches,”

“Well, maybe we could have used the turtle,” Marinette sighs, “But I could do that to Nino, you already had to leave Kagami behind, have you given her a call yet?”

“Oh um, about that-" Adrien points at her tapping his chin thoughtfully, "Never mention it again,”

“Adrien,” Marinette scowls, “Call your girlfriend,”

“She’ll kill me,” Adrien hides partly behind a seat looking meek, “Also you don't get to lecture me, you haven't called your parents,”

“That's different,” Marinette groans sinking into the seat, only to get told off for moving, “They’ll want me to come home, how am I supposed to explain that I can’t,”

“They’re your parents,” Adrien stresses, “I’m sure they’ll be happy enough to know your ok,”

“Maybe,” Marinette hums, the cloth being removed from her shoulders letting her get up, “I just feel so bad for putting them through this,”

“Maybe one day they’ll understand,” Adrien walks with her to the front to pay.

“Maybe,” Marinette looks down at the bill, “Wow this is a lot more expensive than the usual dye job,”

Made sense because they were in the higher income distinct of the city.

“Why Marinette,” Adrien grins swiping the card, “That's the point,”

Ten minutes later they were laughing as calls kept pouring in one after the other. They are only interrupted when they get the distinct feeling of an Akuma.

“Duty calls,” Adrien sighs putting his phone on silent.

“Seems so, at least we can call out skills multiple times," Marinette walks casually into an alley with him, “What are you up to?”

“About three,” Adrien shrugs transforming, “It takes about double the time for the transformation to drop now,”

“Same, wish I could say that gives us the edge but really it only keeps us from falling off the cliff,” Marinette also transforms, her new costume bringing a smile to her face.

“How eloquent my lady,” Marinette playfully pushes him, Chat catches himself catapulting over the building, she quickly follows behind.

The Akuma is standard, Marinette guesses the akumatized item is the wrist watch. The problem comes with their recurring thorn in her side.

“Ladybug-”

“Get out of the city,” She cuts Batman off, “Yeah, yeah let us handle this first,”

Marinette throws her yoyo out just in time to deflect an attack headed at Chat.

“Do you need any help?” Robin asks, Marinette smiles, partly at the aghast face Batman makes.

“Do you think you could tag-team it with me?” She asks formulating a plan, with the extra help she might not need the lucky charm, “Make your attacks big and draw his attention, grab the wristwatch if you can,”

“On it,” Robin gives her a nod jumping into the fray, Ladybug doesn't give batman a chance to object running after.

Robin does a good job they work in perfect sync falling back when the other moves to make an attack. When the Akuma focuses on them too much Chat swoops in and gets their attention giving them the chance to swipe at the wristwatch. It goes on she sees Robin get thrown back after another failed swipe at the wristwatch. Ladybug takes the chance to move forward grabbing for the wrist, she isn't watching out for the other arm, the impact hitting and sending her flying back.

“I got you,” Her momentum is stopped by a hand bracing at her back, saving her from crashing into the adjacent building.

“Thanks, Robin,” He helps steady her as she finds her footing again, “I’ll move in you follow me up,”

“No need,” He smirks brandishing the watch.

“You did it,” Ladybug beams, taking the watch and smashing it to the ground, “Great job!”

“Ah, thanks,” Ladybug doesn't pay attention to how Robin brushes, focusing on purifying the Akuma and fixing the damage.

“We made a pretty good team,” Ladybug turns to Robin when everything is settled, “Pound it,”

Robin meets her fist with some hesitance, which disappears when she smiles at him again.

“Ladybug!” Batman yells heading their way.

“Ops sorry,” Ladybug cringes, “Sorry! Cant stop gotta go, bye bye!”

They run from the scene faster than Batman can hope to catch them. They end up back at her newly brought bike stacked with fabric and protected by a bit of luck. Marinette races home to make everyone's gifts, knowing just who she wanted to start with.

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 “There you are!” Marinette exclaims, having spent the past half hour searching the manor for him.

“What do you want?” Damian snaps as if he wasn't just playing with the cat on the floor half a second ago.

“Nothing, I made something for you~” He continues to scowl but Marinette doesn't let it discourage her, “Here, I didn’t know your size so I made a baggier style, do you like it?”

Damian takes the sweater holding it up to where she put it on him looking down a little shocked. Marinette almost wants to laugh at the expressions trying to shift back from awe to disinterest, it’s cute. She smiles wondering what his face would look like if she made a matching one for the cat, and maybe Titus too.

“.... It’s well made,” Damian eventually allows, folding it over his arm, Marinette notices how his fingers linger on the soft fabric.

“Good to know,” She smiles, bidding him goodbye before the moment can be ruined. She bounces down the hall humming to herself.

“Someone's happy,” Tikki flies out of her bag.

“He liked it, why wouldn't I be happy?”

“Someones really happy,”

“Stop it Tikki,” Marinette giggles, making the kwami laugh in turn.

“Just like adrien~” Tikki sing songs floating down the hall ahead of her.

“Well then, keep Kagami far away from this one,”

“Don’t turn into a stuttering mess and we have a deal,” Tikki agrees.

“Please Tikki I’m not thirteen anymore,” Marinette brushes her off, ready to go make the others gifts, if she spent the whole time humming to herself Tikki wasn't going to explain why to Adrien.

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Taglist? nope don’t have one, horrible at keeping track of them sorry~

[namluve]

↳ take it down a peg | donghyuck x reader | 6.0k | one shot | 18+ genre: smut, fluff, established relationship warnings: sub!donghyuck, dom!y/n, hyuck in a maid dress, praise, dirty talk, handjob, use of toys, anal play, pegging, hyuck being a brat but what’s new?, hints of the sweet switch life 

❝ donghyuck overhears you one night talking about your love for boys in maid dresses and pegging. being the best boyfriend he is, he of course wants to make your dream into a reality. ❞

note: since boys in maid dresses have taken over my life I decided to write a maid trilogy, starting with yours truly donghyck. I have put way too much time into this fic but I regret nothing as it made writing fun once again. hope you enjoy!

Your day had been pretty much like any other day. You woke up, got dressed and went to school. Sat through your lessons, most of them which were boring thanks to the teachers that should have chosen another profession. Your lunch was spent as usual on campus with your closest classmates.

Your day had been going on as usual, until after lunch when Haechan, your boyfriend for almost a year now, had sent you an unusual snapchat to say the least. You had already replayed one of his snaps today, the boy liked to have a timeframe on his snaps and most of the time it wasn’t enough for you to read.

Today, however, he did it on purpose. Knowing you’d already replayed one of his snaps today he took a peculiar picture and set it on three seconds. You’d gasped when you’d received it and immediately switched to text him.

He acted clueless, as if he hadn’t just sent you a picture of himself in a maid outfit. And honestly, you didn’t know how to react. Texting him as soon as you’d gotten the picture. You barely even saw it, the thought of screenshotting it never occurring to you until after. Why did it make your cheeks glow red? And why couldn’t you stop thinking about it?

A month ago, you and your friends had hung out and of course the topic of tik tok trends was brought up. The girls (including you) started to gush about the recent trend of boys dressing up as maids. After a glass of wine, you didn’t hold back on your thoughts exactly.

“I don’t know why it’s hot, it just makes me feel a certain type of way!” You exclaimed at one point and your boyfriend started to pay more attention to your words. The conversation so livid you didn’t even notice that Donghyuck hadn’t spoken a single word after you’d said that. His focus all on you now.

You weren’t the type of girl who liked sharing your kinks and stuff you’d like to try in the bedroom with your partner. Far too shy despite what was going on behind closed doors with your partners. Donghyuck knew that. He had to draw out every single one of your kinks by tricking you into telling him, well that was until now.

Now you were just openly expressing your love for boys in maid outfits with your best friends and Donghyuck could barely believe what he was hearing. It was as if you didn’t know he was in the room, sitting beside you. What was more shocking though was when one of your best friends exposed one of your kinks, pegging.

She played it off as a joke but Donghyuck noticed how your cheeks turned a shade redder and how your whole body tensed. How quickly you moved on to the next conversation topic and how you nervously glanced at him.

And so, the thought of you pegging him was born in Donghyuck’s mind. A week later, he still couldn’t let it go. It didn’t help that that week when Donghyuck had been on top of you, you’d playfully squeezed his ass and the action had made him moan.

He was embarrassed about it and you’d noticed it, of course you noticed it and of course you used it to your advantage. You’d always liked the shape of his ass anyway so to playfully grab it in order to hear Donghyuck moan was a win win situation for you.

Two weeks ago, Donghyuck made the call to order some toys. Thinking of it as an early birthday present for you. He found the smallest strap-on he could find and added it to the cart, among with some other toys. A bullet vibrator and a buttplug he hoped to be able to use on you later. Preferably the next day so he could have you trembling underneath him and you wouldn’t be able to tease him. His plan was bulletproof.

While on the internet, he stumbled across a website with the name ‘lolita’ in it. Who was he trying to fool? He’d googled maid outfits, thinking he could put one on and tease you with it. A grin on his face as he’d found the perfect one. One he could picture dressing you up in as well and reverse the rolls.

The toys arrived in his mailbox less than a week later. He hid them in his room beside the bed and waited for the maid outfit to come only to forget all about it a week later. Busy taking care of you as you worried about your exams. He’d taken a gap year and had decided to work for a year in order to figure out what he wanted to study while you’d already had your mind set on what you’d wanted to study.

Last week when you’d finished your exams Donghyuck couldn’t have been prouder of you. You had been studying so hard and he was happy to finally be able to spend some more time with you and treat you. He’d been thinking long and hard about what he wanted to do for you. Something to show how proud he was and how much he loved you and on Friday his answer arrived in the mail. The Lolita maiden dress.

Donghyuck spent the weekend panicking about it. He had been pretty cocky about it when he’d ordered it but now when he was trying it on it was a whole other story. To his own surprise, he actually loved wearing it. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it as to why he loved it, but he knew he did. It made him feel a certain type of way, as if he wanted to serve you. To be at your mercy per say.

Donghyuck loved being a sub, a bratty one yes, but a sub nonetheless. The maiden dress somehow made him want to be a good boy, rather than a bratty one. To follow your orders straight away for ones and not have you fight him for his submission. He wanted his submission to be earned but with the outfit he felt as if he’d discovered a new part of himself. A part he didn’t know existed.

And so on Monday, he sent you the picture on snapchat. He’d previously made you use your replay of his snaps already. He was not going to risk you screenshotting it, no matter how pretty he felt in it. No, he wanted to tease you. To act clueless about it. To have you beg for him to put the outfit on. He wanted to dom you in it.

What he didn’t expect was for you to show up at his doorstep half an hour after school had ended unannounced. This meant you had walked straight from school over to his place without a second thought. This wasn’t going according to plan. Usually, you always texted Haechan whenever you were on your way which would give him a heads up.

“Why did you send that?” You questioned as soon as he opened the door and Donghyuck shrugged. Slightly shocking his head as he looked at you confused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He was acting just as clueless as he had done over text. Truthfully, Donghyuck was a bit taken aback by your sudden boldness and straight forward action. No teasing he’d done so far had gotten this strong of a reaction and he instantly felt smaller, even though he was taller than you as you walked past him into his apartment. Your movements fast and decisive as you threw your bag on the ground and took off your coat along with your shoes.

He closed the door behind you as he immediately started to regret his plan. This was going to backfire, and he had no way in hell to determine the outcome from it. He’d never seen you so riled up about something. You didn’t even look at him as you with determined steps walked over to his bedroom.

Donghyuck followed you closely, his back against his bedroom door as he observed as you took a quick look around the room. Your eyes on the lookout for something very peculiar. “Where is it?”

“Where is what?” Donghyuck countered your question with and you took a deep breath, rolling your eyes before staring right into his as you started to slowly walk towards him. He gulped as he started to feel smaller and smaller the closer you got to him, despite the fact that you had to now look up in order to meet his eyes. As you were now standing right in front of him, you crossed your arms over your chest. Tilting your head as you spoke your next words. “Where is the maid outfit?”

“I don’t-“

“And I don’t want to hear a single word out of your mouth unless it’s the answer to my question. Are you gonna be a good boy and tell me or do you want me to leave?” You cut Donghyuck off and watched as he inhaled a sharp breath, his pupils wide as his mouth went dry.

You had to admit that all your pent-up frustration thanks to the exams and therefor lack of sex was part of the reason for your harsh voice. The other part was you knew how much Donghyuck liked it. The brat loved being put in his place every now and then but even you had noticed there was something more to it today.

“No…” He admittedly pouts his defeat, still not breaking eye contact with you. His heart was racing, his hands sweating as you took one of your hands to caress his cheek. The touch gentle yet filled with so much power that Donghyuck almost melted from it. “Then… Will you be a good boy and put it on for me? Let me take care of you?”

Donghyuck nodded and you smiled softly as you took a step back, giving him some space. Snapping out his trance, Donghyuck carefully walked past you over to his wardrobe. Opening it, he carefully pulled out the maid outfit, the fabric soft in his hands. He almost felt shy as he turned around to face you with the dress in his hands. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes.” You’d instantly replied and Donghyuck looked down. Nervously chuckling before he met your gaze again. “Could you turn around while I…?” His words faded as he carefully asked the question. He’d been naked in front of you countless times, hell sometimes he would switch his shirts only to have you ogling at his bare chest but not today. This was unexplored territory.

You nodded and turned around. Donghyuck let out the breath he was holding in and quickly took off his clothes, leaving his boxers on as he switched to the maid dress. Catching a glimpse of his reflexion he could see that his hair was a little ruffled from how fast he’d taken off his shirt, cheeks painted with a slight pink shade.

“You can look now.” He nervously called out as his eyes diverted to focus on you again. You turned around and were stunned by the sight. The black flowy black maid dress with white details as well as a white apeiron stopped right above his knees. Donghyuck nervously played with the hem of it as you stared at him.

You felt yourself getting wet at the sight of it. A deep breath left your lips as you studied each of his body parts and how it looked on him. His waist slight defined, the short sleeves that stopped a bit above his elbow defined his arm muscles deliciously.

You were so caught up in watching him that you didn’t notice when his demeanour changed. Once he’d swallowed his nervousness and started to focus on you, he noticed how affected you were by the sight. The perfect opportunity to turn the tables had risen for him.

Slowly he made his way over to you. Your eyes never left his body, even as he was standing right in front of you. With a smirk on his face Donghyuck tilted your head up with one of his hands and captured your lips. With his plump lips on top of yours you couldn’t help but to melt for a moment. That was until he deepened the kiss, and you laid your hands on his body, the fabric off the dress immediately bringing you to your senses.

Letting one of your hands gently caress his hair you earned a soft moan from Donghyuck that quickly turned into a whine as you harshly pulled his head backwards, breaking the kiss. With his face all scrunched up in a mix between pain and pleasure you couldn’t help but to confess your thoughts.

“I wanna peg you so bad.” It was true, the mere thought of it made your heart race and pussy even wetter. What you didn’t expect was for Donghyuck to answer, “Then do it.”

Letting go of his hair, you looked at him surprised and he looked equally surprised back at you. He didn’t expect those words to leave his mouth so easily, especially since you hadn’t even done anything with him yet.

“Really?” You carefully asked, studying his face for his reaction as you waited for his response. You bit your lip and honestly, how could Donghyuck ever say no to you when you do that? “Yeah. I bought a strap on for you earlier when-”

“You did what?” You cut him off and his ears turned red as he looked down, his right hand nervously scratching the back of his head. “Yeah… I did it after what you said at Sunny’s birthday party.”

The memory was played back in your head and your mouth let out an ‘oh’ as you started to piece things together. “So… you have wanted me to peg you for a while now?”

“I guess… I mean… I want to try it. I don’t know if I’ll like it but yeah… if you want to, you can, you know?” He softly answered and you couldn’t help but smile. “Okay… then show me.”

“Show you what now?” Donghyuck asks a bit confused and you let out a giggle, your eyes sparkling as you do. “The toys, I want to see them.”

“Oh… that… yes.” Donghyuck nervously mumbles to himself as he turns around. You finally get to see the maid outfit from behind as he walks over to his bed and picks up a box that rests underneath his nightstand. As he places it on the bed you walk over and sit down next to it.

“May I?” You looked up at him as you asked, and he nodded. It’s a plain regular cardboard box but the contents of it were far from regular. Firstly, you take out a bottle of lube that you hold in your hands as you carefully read on the bottle. A water based one that seems to be your typical ‘starter pack lube’ for toys.

Secondly, you pull out a buttplug with a purple crystal on it. This one seemed to be purchased for you, considering Donghyuck knew purple was one of your favourite colours and you blushed slightly at the thought of wearing it. Putting it down on the bed next to the lube after looking at it for a moment. The entire time, Donghyuck held his breath nervously awaiting your reaction.

The next toy you pulled out was the small bullet vibrator he’d gotten. This toy you’d seen many times, although, you would never tell Donghyuck about it. The cocky grin on his face that would form if he ever found out you used toys at home.

Lastly, you pulled out the strap on. A simple black leather one with a dildo attached to it. You put your hands around it in order to try and determine its size. It was smaller than Donghyuck’s dick for sure, definitely not as girthy. You felt powerful holding it, tingles going down to your core at the thought of having Donghyuck at your mercy.

Putting it away next to the other toys, you looked up at Donghyuck. He was nervous, you could see it in his eyes and the way he nervously played with the hem of the dress. “You still want to do this?” You asked and he nodded.

“Yeah… I just don’t know… how… you know?” He mumbled and you nodded as you patted your hand on the bed on the spot next to you. “Sit down.”

He did as he was told, his hands still fumbling with the hem of the dress even as he sat next to you. Taking both of your hands, you cupped his face, placing a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Allow me to worry about that. I’ll take care of you and if you ever want me to stop you let me know okay?” You reassured and Donghyuck nodded once again. “Now lay down.”

He did as he was told and you crawled on top of him, hands freely roaming his body. Feeling the soft fabric of the maid outfit underneath your hands as you took your time with him. Wanting to appreciate every part of him.

“You look so good in a maid dress, you know that right?” You praise and Donghyuck looks away as he chuckles, shy under your gaze. “Stoooop.” He whines but you only smile at him.

“You really do. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do when you sent that pic to me earlier. Couldn’t focus the rest of the day.” This fed his ego, and you knew it. A grin on his face as he watched you caress his body. “Really?” He questioned and you knew your tactic was working.

“Mhmm, I just had to get my hands on you as quickly as possible.” You continued to praise and felt how Donghyuck began to relax in your embrace. Dropping your head, you started to place kisses on his neck. Quickly finding his soft spot as he moaned when you grazed over it.

“Made me just want to devour you.” You purr in his ear before placing your lips on his neck. This time leaving bruises as you sucked on the sensitive skin on his sweet spot that was located just above his collarbones. Donghyuck moaned, his hands going to rest on your thighs, rubbing slow circles on them.

As you started to grind down on him, you felt him getting hard underneath you and you let out a soft moan. The urge to kiss him became too strong so you let your lips wander upwards to find his lips. Once you found them, you kissed him hungrily and he quickly melted under your touch.

Donghyuck would never admit it but he wanted more, no scratch that, he needed more. And so, he began to rock his hips upwards to meet yours. “Someone’s a little eager.” You teased, mumbling against his lips and he almost growled. The thought of just flipping you around to wipe the grin of your face was in his brain until you stopped kissing him and began to place kisses going downwards. Crawling backwards as you placed kisses on his neck, chest and then stopping at his stomach. Placing yourself on your knees in between his legs.  

Your hands went to flip the skirt of his dress upwards and Donghyuck looked away because of the act, shy under your gaze again. The unexplored territory made him nervous. He quickly relaxed however when he felt your hand groping his dick outside of his boxers. The action made him slightly buck his hips upwards.

Satisfied with his reaction, you pulled his boxers down. Teasing him as you slowly dragged the material down his legs before throwing it away somewhere on his bedroom floor. His cock now almost fully erect laying against his stomach. Once his boxers were out of the way you wrapped your hand around his dick and started to slowly stroke it. Donghyuck hissed at the sudden contact and you felt as he grew harder with every stroke.

While giving Donghyuck a handjob you carefully thought about your next move. You needed lube and you needed better access to his ass. “Hyuckie.” You sweetly called and your boyfriend looked at you.

“Spread your legs and hold them close to your chest.”

“Why would I do that?” He questioned as he scrunched his face. You let out a deep sigh. “So that I can finger you properly, now do as you are told.”

Your tone was firm but filled with care and Donghyuck let out an ‘oh’. He’d totally forgotten about the pegging, happy and content with having your hands around his dick. He nodded as he did what he was told. With his legs now spread, his hands on the back of his thighs holding them close to his chest and the maid dress around his waist he looked eternal. You watched him for a second, hypnotized by the sight. Your panties had to be drenched by now.

Donghyuck whined and you were brought back to reality. He was impatient as well as nervous. He could see the hungry gaze in your eyes but was too shy to make a snarky comment about it. He’d never felt anything like it before. He liked being watched, loved it when you praised him but there was something special about being in a maid outfit all on display for you.

“I’m gonna put on some lube now, okay?” You informed as you grabbed the lube and you heard Donghyuck silently say ‘okay’ back. His breathing was ragged, and he couldn’t look at you as you opened the bottle and put some lube on your point and index finger. “It might be a little cold, but you let me know if anything is uncomfortable, okay?”

You waited until you saw your boyfriend take a deep breath and nod. He was nervous, no sassy comments left his mouth as usual and you knew you had to do something to make him relax. Otherwise, this wouldn’t work.

So you surprised him by taking hold of his dick with your other hand, going up and down his length just like before. A soft moan left his lips and as he slightly arched his back you took your time with spreading the lube around his ring muscle. Watching carefully as he hissed because of the sudden coldness but quickly relaxed as you made circular motions around the muscle with your two fingers.

Testing the waters, you allowed the tip of your point finger to enter his hole slowly for a little while before you pulled it out. Donghyuck hissed slightly but besides that he didn’t seem to be all too uncomfortable, your boyfriend not being shy on being vocal during sex.

Removing your fingers, you decided you would add more lube. If there was anything the internet had taught you is that there could never be too much lube. And so, you added more lube on your fingers and tried again. With more lube the tip of your finger entered Donghyuck much easier and a small moan was heard from your boyfriend.

“That feels good?” You questioned and he scoffed, clearly more comfortable and back to his usual bratty self. “You haven’t even done anything yet.” He snarked back and you ‘tsk’ at him.

Well, if that was how he wanted to play this out. Removing your fingers from him you swore you could hear a whine leave his lips as his hole was left empty. Beside you, you picked up the bullet vibrator and put lube on it. The hand that had been stroking his dick up and down now went down to settle on playing with his balls.

Donghyuck bucked his hips slightly backwards, his eyes suddenly searching for yours. “Okay, okay, I promise I won’t be bratty. Please don’t peg me yet. I don’t know if I’m ready.”

You chuckled slightly at his panic and smiled softly at him, placing a sweet kiss on his inner thigh. “Oh he’s even saying please? Where’s the Hyuckie I usually have to put in his place?”

“You just wait until tomorrow, t-then you won’t be smiling.” He warned poorly as he stuttered when you squeezed his balls a little harder than usual. “Aww, you gonna punish me tomorrow Hyuckie?” You taunted him and could see as his whole face tensed. Eyebrows furrowed together as he tried to think of anything to say back while trying to ignore the immense pleasure he was receiving from your hand. As a drop of sweat dripped down his forehead he was reminded of how hot his body was getting underneath the dress.

“I don’t think you’ll be punishing me tomorrow at all. I think you’ll be begging me to peg you.” You said with your voice low before he could come up with anything. The bullet vibrator that was fully lubed up and ready in your hand as you teasingly placed it a little bit around his hole. Going down to circle around it carefully as you watched Donghyuck’s reaction.

His face torn between pleasure and confusion. His hands gripped his thighs a little harder as you allowed the toy to push in just a little bit, the tip of the toy easily slipping inside of him. Donghyuck whined as it slipped out and you knew he was ready for more.

“Just like you’ll be doing today.” You said as you turned on the bullet vibrator. A loud moan erupted from your boyfriend as you circled the toy around his hole. The ring muscle twitching at the low vibrations coming from the toy. “Fuck, please…” He pleaded and you allowed once again the tip of the toy to enter him. You had a plan to get him desperate, and it was working.

This time he bucked his hips into your hand, making the toy enter him further. The moan that left his mouth this time was so loud you thought his neighbours must have heard it for sure. You kept the toy still and allowed Donghyuck to fuck himself on it, slightly bucking his hips upwards in a slow pace. His eyes closed, breathing ragged with low moans spilling out every now and then. He was getting close, you could see it in the way his dick would twitch.

“Look at yourself… fucking yourself on a small toy… Are you really that desperate for me? Do you really want me to peg you that bad?” You teased him and he shook his head. Of course he was going to be a brat about it.

You let go of his dick as well as taking away the bullet vibrator from him and he whined loudly, a single tear leaving his eyes. “Please, please, please…” He pleaded as he looked at you with desperation in his eyes. Crocking an eyebrow at him you asked, “please what?”

“Fuck… Peg me… Okay?... Fuck me… I don’t know… Just… Anything.” Donghyuck begged and you smiled at him. “Good boy…” You praised before continuing, “Play with yourself while I get ready, but you can’t cum. Behave and I’ll make you feel real good, alright?” Donghyuck nodded with enthusiasm as he allowed one of his hands to stroke his dick. It wasn’t the same as when your hands were wrapped around his dick but at least it was something.

Taking the strap on, you debated on whether or not you should wear it with your clothes on or not. Sensing your hesitation, Donghyuck looked up at you with a smirk on his face. “I heard that it feels better for the girl if she wears it completely naked.”

“Mmm, I bet your source is completely legit.” You said as you took off your shirt. “It’s totally legit, I read it in my discord chat, which by the way, is always right.” You rolled your eyes, remembering that one time you and Donghyuck were arguing and he went to his discord chat for back up and of course, he got it. All the boys stepped up in favour of his argument leading you to give them the side eye next time you met them.

You stripped down, listening to his foolish argument besides the fact that you decided to keep your panties on. Totally because you didn’t know if he’d washed the strap on or something. Not because your pussy was soaked and you didn’t want to get your wetness all over the strap. Totally not the reason at all.

Donghyuck didn’t seem to mind as he watched you with hungry eyes undress and put the strap on. Having to halter his movements in order not to cum at the sight. You looked sexy with the leather straps hooked around your body in a way that he couldn’t explain. Maybe it was because of the fact that he’d never seen you dressed up in a strap on, or maybe it was the power you held while having it on. Maybe it was because Donghyuck was excited about what was about to come.

“You look so hot.” He complimented and you couldn’t help but to feel your ears turn red. You were more or less fully naked while he still had the maid dress on. Both of you were a little shy under each other’s gazes. You thanked him as you placed yourself in position in between his legs on your knees again. “You ready?” You asked and he nodded.

You took the bottle of lube and placed plenty on top of the dildo that was now attached to your body. Taking the lube, you placed some more around Donghyuck’s hole and watched his face as he scrunched in discomfort because of the coldness. Finishing off, you placed some more lube on your fingers and started to do circular motions around his ring muscle again.

“Stop teasing...” Donghyuck whined and you carefully slid a finger inside of him, watching as he swallowed it with ease. “I’m not, I just wanna make sure you’re ready.” You explained and his face softened.

You continued to use one finger until you felt him buck into your hand. “More?” You asked and Donghyuck replied with; “please.”

Adding another finger, you fingered him slowly before you started to gently scissor him. Gradually making his ring muscle widder. When Donghyuck’s moans got louder and the hand he’d wrapped on his cock started to go faster you knew he was ready.

Pulling out your fingers out of him, Donghyuck whined and immediately complained. Pleads leaving his mouth as he desperately searched for more stimulations, that is, until he felt the tip of the strap on at his entrance.

He moaned loudly as you started to enter him, one of your hands kept on the bed for balance while the other was wrapped around the dildo. Carefully and slowly guiding it into your boyfriend’s ass. You watched Donghyuck’s face the entire time, his ass took the dildo with ease with how much lube you’d applied and warmed him up. Pure bliss written on his face.

“You okay?” You asked as you bottomed out and laid one hand on either side of his body. Your body now laying on top of his. “Mhmm, but I’d be feeling even better if you started moving.” He answered with a smile and you couldn’t help but to laugh at him. A soft chuckle left your lips as you bent down to kiss him.

“Beg for it.” You whispered against his lips and he looked at you confused. “You're already inside of me, why would I beg?”

“Because, I can just as easily slip out of you and leave you like this.” You answered his question as you started to pull your hips backwards slowly.

“Okay, okay, fuck, don’t do that!” Donghyuck whined as he let go of his cock to hold onto your hips in a desperate attempt to stop you from pulling out. “Fuck… please just fuck me, I want it so bad, you have no idea.”

“Then tell me.”

“You look so hot right now, I think I might cum just because of that. It feels so good, you feel so good and… fuck… please just fuck me…” Donghyuck confessed and you decided you’d have your fun teasing him. And so, you started to rock your hips forward.

With a steady rhythm you rocked into Donghyuck, his moans rapidly growing louder. The neighbours could probably hear him, but neither of you cared. You watched him as he withered underneath you. His face totally fucked out with his hands barely being able to hold onto his thighs. Precum leaking out of his dick and slowly making its way down onto the maiden dress. It was a pretty sight to say the least.

“You look so good all dressed up for me baby boy.” You praise Donghyuck and hear as his breath hitches, he was close now. He just needed that final push over the edge. Taking hold of his legs, you push them slightly more backwards, giving you a better angle to go deeper. “Think you could cum just like this? With me fucking you while you lay so prettily underneath me?”

“Fuuck… yes… yes… I think I’m gonna-“ Donghyuck couldn’t even finish his sentence before he suddenly came. His cum spurting out all over the dress, his legs shaking, face scrunched and voice hoarse as he groaned. You slowed down your movements, riding out his orgasm just like he usually did with yours.

You stopped moving for a few seconds, watching as his body started to relax and he laid down complete on the bed. His arms and legs going limp as he breathed heavily. Slowly, you slipped out of him, a whine leaving his lips as you did.

Catching your breath, you took off your strap on before laying down next to your boyfriend. You caressed his face gently, placing small kisses on his shoulder as you asked, “how are you feeling?”

“Never been better.” You chuckled at his response, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath.

“Is there anything I can do for you? Oil your bum? Get some-“

“Oil my bum? Did you read the wikihow on how to peg your boyfriend?” He cuts you off, clearly offended and you laugh at him.

“Okay, maybe I didn’t phrase it right but is there anything I can do for you?” You ask again and he hums softly as he opens his eyes to look at you. “You could get me some water, but in a minute. I just wanna cuddle you first for a little bit. Haven’t felt your boobs against me today.”

You playfully slap him on the chest as you warningly say his name and he laughs at you. With the biggest grin on his face, Donghyuck kisses you on your forehead.

“You’re the best girlfriend, you know that right?”

“And you’re the best boyfriend.” You smile as you look up at him. His smile faltered as if he’d thought of something. “Actually… there is something you could help me with right now…”

“What?”

“Get me out of this dress. It’s so sticky I can’t.” Donghyuck complains and you can’t help but to laugh at him. And so, you help him out of the dress and the two of you share a much needed shower after some cuddles. This had been both of yours first experience with pegging, but certainly not the last.

You may have even worn the maid outfit for Donghyuck, after a wash or two in the washing machine of course… 

[my-writings-and-musings]

Rodimus/Reader

My first commission from an awesome person!

Rodimus takes his human SO on a drive to a lovely lookout, where they proceed to have fun with his holomatter avatar.

Very considerable Lemon, Reader uses she/her pronouns and has cis female anatomy.

The soft padding of the faux leather seat beneath you was butter smooth and polished to a sheen one might usually expect from diamonds, and despite the fact that your driver would claim such a look was effortless, you knew a very pricy balm had undoubtedly been used to achieve the effect. Mostly because the faintest hint of beeswax still lingered despite the sweet scent of cinnamon swirling through the interior of your ride. Obviously, the smell was the result of some lavish products as well, but like the polished seats, it would be passed off as natural to the interior if you asked about it. Not that you minded any of the bluster. Quite the opposite, actually, you found the tireless efforts to impress you incredibly endearing.

This was Rodimus, after all.

Looking away from the pristine twilight view outside your window, you subtly turned your head towards the driver’s seat, where an impossibly handsome but mostly normal looking man had a casual hold on the wheel. Any person that beheld him would have had to do a double take, as his entire outfit hardly blended in with the modern era, but in your mind he rocked the 80's look perfectly. But the gravity defying perfection of his auburn hair was, admittedly, a pretty obvious clue to his inhuman nature.

"Admiring the merchandise?" He asks suddenly, catching you off guard without startling you. Despite not needing to "look" at the road to see, he still keeps his head facing forward as he gives you a playful side eye, the depths of his irises showing the tiny refractive glint he taught you to recognize of holomatter avatars. For some reason seeing it while hearing his warm voice sends delightful shudders up your spine.

"I like to appreciate every form you have." You reply carefully, not wanting to let him know just yet how excited you are. Plus, it was true, from his towering robot mode to this properly sized human projection, Rodimus was fine, even his altmode could quicken your pace at a glance. Adjusting casually in the silky-smooth seat, you scanned the dark exterior outside your window for a moment, noting how the ocean had come into constant view as he drove along the forgotten road. Hopefully the destination he'd apparently spent weeks picking out was close, because you were getting rather... eager for what you knew was coming upon arrival.

"I did make a few adjustments, just for you." He said a little unexpectedly, drawing your full attention back to him. Under the cocky tone you recognized the ever present need for approval he carried with him everywhere, and it occurred to you that if he was losing control and letting his insecurities slip through then he must have also been growing impatient to reach the destination. For all his talk, the big bot couldn't stand much in the way of delays when it came to your affection. Knowing he was needing you put a smile on your face as he coughed softly and murmured almost bashfully. "I was hoping you'd like them..."

You couldn't resist; you had to tease him.

"If you're talking about the tattoo, I was waiting for you to let me admire how you masterfully patterned it over those muscles. Ideally with a hands-on on inspection." You said, turning in the chair to look at him directly. It wasn't purely a playful nudge, you did want to lay your hands on the toned arms he'd clearly worked so hard to accentuate with Cybertronian inspired patterns, if only because you adored the strength and warmth beneath your fingers. The fire pattern had been lovely, but this new one was striking, the black ink drawing in your eyes like a wonderful trap. Hm, just thinking about how heated and natural his holomatter was to the touch and squeezing those muscles-

"Oh, definitely!" He countered in a failed attempt to stay smooth, which deteriorated when his voice broke in a needy squeak. Swallowing in a perfectly expressed gesture of helplessness, he moved a hand down to his heavily personalized radio equipment, fumbling over the flame decals before hitting the proper buttons. "We're almost there! Let's uh... Let's put on my mix in the meantime."

A lovingly arranged playlist of soft but passionate hits started pumping through his speakers, and you were delighted enough by the sound that you didn't bother to ask if he'd forgotten he could just turn on his music without using his holomatter avatar. Slow beats thrummed through the air and into your body, enticing you by offering a taste of what was to come as the melody filled you from head to toe. Biting your lip, you prayed he was feeling the same thing, or at least an equal amount of anticipation. Mostly because you were not planning on wasting time.

"Hey, there it is!"

The excitement in his voice was tinged with relief you became too occupied to notice. Like something sculpted just for the two of you, the earth flowed upwards and outwards over the sea in a picturesque lookout beneath the stars, a lovely covering of grass and wildflowers swaying in the ocean breeze as Rodimus eased his way to the flat top. Beaming all the while, he explained himself at a level of ease that belied the build-up he'd been applying to this little trip for the past few weeks. "Found the spot on a planetary scan, along with a bunch of other potential locales. It took the lead once I confirmed the cliff doesn't get much in the way of visitors."

"It's beautiful, Roddy." You said in genuine gratitude, aware that planning something so sweet and quiet and then keeping it secret would challenge his naturally effusive and chatty nature to an exhausting limit.

To think a bot who'd traveled the stars could find such joy in spending time alongside you, to the point he painstakingly arranged these little trips just to show you the depth of his adoration, was enough to make your heart skip a few beats. "Thank you... I know you spent a while on this."

"Anything for you, babe." He said softly, unbuckling the seatbelt he wore entirely for show as his alt mode pulled to a stop on an especially flat expanse of ground, leaving just enough space from the cliffs edge to be secure. Taking off your own seatbelt, one that he insisted you wear for your own safety, you heard his engines settle into a gentle purr. Loving the sound, you briefly recalled the first wonderful night you'd enjoyed one of these escapades. It had been unplanned at the time, and you hadn’t felt even the slightest hint of hesitation on your part, despite knowing that having sex with an alien robot while his physical body was a car might be called "odd" by some. As far as you bothered to care, those people just didn’t know what they were missing. Stretching out on his seat and making quite a show of opening up his lap in the process, Rodimus looked at you with what was likely meant to be suave relaxation, but you heard the eagerness in his voice. "But, I think we both know what we want to happen next, so how about we skip ahead...?"

"Does that pass for flirting on Cybertron?" You teased right back, triggering a blush in the holomatter's cheeks. Some very unorthodox upgrades had made the program capable of replicating every physical action or reaction one could draw from the bot, and in moments like these you wanted to thank some higher power for the incredible delight that had given you so far, as well as all the ways it would undoubtedly benefit you in the near future.

Recovering by pretending to adjust his sweatband, he was quick to fire back a line with his almost trademark cocky tone.

"Well... There aren't too many incredibly attractive humans on Cybertron, so I don't think it matters too much." He bantered smoothly, unaware of how precious his finger guns made him look in the process. In fairness, they absolutely were having the desired effect, as you wanted more than ever to pounce him. Watching as his internal biolights grew brighter to advertise his increasing excitement, you planned your move accordingly, knowing from experience how easy it was to crawl over into the driver's seat. You let him give one final quip to provide you with the perfect setup. "However, on the Lost Light and Earth, it's been working out pretty well so far."

Not able to imagine a more perfect leading line, you left your seat in one solid and unerring movement to plop yourself gently but eagerly into his lap, loving how the interior warmed around you in response before you had even finished moving. Engines hiccupping, he looked at you the same way one might watch a natural wonder unfold as you secured yourself by straddling him. "You would know, Captain."

Smoothness lost its status as an imperative to him in that instant.

Helpless adoration and lust filled his eyes almost to overflowing as he slipped a hand behind your head, insistent and needy but never anything less than gentle while his fingers looped under your hair. The scent of cinnamon moved through the air in sweetly smelling swirls as you let your body press against his, the warmth of his holomatter not quite comparable to an organic form but wonderful all the same because it was him.

Though you'd yet to tell him, the way his altmode came alive around you both as he grew more aroused thrilled you in ways that were impossible to explain. It was like you could feel him on every level, more than just the physical delight of skin on skin, and that feeling came into marvelous actuality as soon as your lips met his. A helpless sound of need from him coincided with a tremor through the seat below. Despite how he always wanted attention, you knew straight away he was especially craving it tonight by the fervent kiss he returned against your lips, followed by his cautious hands sliding up your sides. Without words he was trying to convey a request to get undressed.

"You look hot, how about we take off that vest?" You said in act of mercy, not at all opposed to getting naked as soon as possible. Rodimus had, after all, painstakingly designed the body of his avatar to express his favorite physical features in human form. To say he'd done a fantastic job would be an understatement. Easily slipping the loose orange garment off his broad shoulders, you had to smile at the multiple shirts still awaiting their turn, all three of them looking far more out of place without the vest to tie them together. You tugged on the collar of the outermost as you made your request indirectly. "Along with some of the other layers?"

"Yes, please..." He replied softly, sounding out of breath despite not needing to breathe.

The limited space of his altmode's interior was no match for the two of you working in sync, and if anything you could swear he seemed to move around you to aid the process, but that might have just been the result of his delighted frame humming in encouragement. By the time you got to his Autobrand bearing T shirt he was getting visibly flustered, his big expressive eyes looking into yours with an ocean of mixed emotions. There was want, adoration, longing, and a touch of disbelief, but also the deeply buried worry that what he had wasn't enough. As always, you got to reassurance straight away. Removing his last shirt to reveal a panting chest rippling with every breath was the first step.

Your next move was to kiss your way down his toned stomach, slipping beneath the steering wheel so you could park yourself between his spread legs. Quick as ever, the hint of a bulge in his pants became a tent of need in response to your proximity. No amount of self control could stop you from biting your lip at his flattering enthusiasm.

"How about I start by thanking you for this date?" You said in your best shot at a throaty purr. Admittedly it was hard to focus on being sexy when you were beholding such a banquet of handsome and helpless allure.

A sigh that trembled out into a whimper passed his lips as he gathered the strength to nod, spreading his legs as the fabric over his crotch stretched to make room for his growing arousal. Had you not already known the outfit was also holomatter you never would have been able to guess. Just watching how naturally it cupped his sizable package was making your head get fuzzy... Hearing the clink of a belt buckle helped you focus, especially when you discovered it was your own hands undressing him, the heat from this part of his body delighting your fingers as they worked not to stumble. As eager as you were down low, poor Rodimus was desperate.

Shaky breaths became increasingly more perceptible moans at every exhale, a phenomenon you noticed was harmonized to rhythmic trembles in the vehicle around you. Despite his will being concentrated in the holomatter, the pleasure he was experiencing must have been affecting his altmode. Such a loss of control was exactly your goal as his pants finally slid down his legs. Simple boxers of dark coloration remained your only barrier, the synthesized elastic bearing a tiny Autobrand that was warped by the jutting erection presented for your indulgence. Unable to delay for the sake of buildup any longer, you hooked your fingers into the stretchy fabric and pulled smoothly but quickly, revealing an eager erection that swung up to greet you.

"Oh God..." He whispered in overwhelmed ecstasy, covering his mouth beneath a hand. His own altmode overrode the attempt to stay quiet, rumbling with primal delight that all but begged you to keep going, a request you had no desire to delay fulfilling.

Hot and smooth while simultaneously soft yet firm, he was a none too easy fit in your mouth despite how badly the two of you wanted it to happen, but you were absolutely fine with a bit of a challenge. He had personally designed this part of himself as well, the goal of which was being just big enough to provide some extra fun without running the risk of hurting you. Humming to give him a little more stimulation, you secured your fingers around the base and started to search for a rhythm, brain buzzing from the simple thrill of intimacy on this level. A shaking hand cupped your head gently, hesitating so as not to throw you off or come across as trying to control your movements. Hesitancy in how he played with your hair was somehow adorable. You read his every move as you continued to bob your head, sucking on his throbbing girth in the way that drove him the most wild; slow yet passionate. This bot had done so much for you, and you wanted to return the favor, putting your all into every suck to show him how dearly you desired him back...

"W-wait..."

The full extent of him that you could fit in your mouth came out with a wet plop, surprising you almost as much as his tender request for you to stop. Rodimus never wanted to pull back once things got going.

"Is something wrong?" You asked while wiping your lips, looking upwards from his still throbbing erection to the flushed expanse of his chest and similarly heated face. There wasn’t a trace of anything in his expression but want, yet he was careful as he tugged you back up into his lap, letting you settle your own clothed crotch against his exposed eagerness. For a second the contact made his mind go visibly blank, with all traces of thought disappearing from his eyes at the unmatched desire you stirred in his spark. Sheer willpower enabled him to recover and speak seconds later.

"I need you. I... and I won't last long if you stay down there..." He explained through his panting, holomatter looking as if he'd just run a marathon.

"I don't mind." You replied, grinding your hips forward to let his hot and unsatisfied erection rub against you. Plenty wet beneath your own clothes, you knew that Rodimus would never allow only himself to be gratified, so you were fine finishing him off first. Watching that beautiful face disappear between your thighs afterwards would be well worth the wait.

Clearly he was tempted too, never having been the type to hold off on pleasure in the present regardless of how much it would earn him later, but you could see a rare patience in his whole demeanor as he looked back to you. Even his altmode hummed a little more calmly around you, as if to show his commitment. This mech wanted tonight to be special. "If it's okay, I... I'd rather have all of you."

That was more than okay for you. To show just how fine you were with the proposal, you looped your arms around his neck and went in for another kiss, feeling the heat and gentle tingling of his holomatter against you. When you had to pause for air, a playful whisper made your answer quite clear.

"Well, you are the Captain."

A soft moan of open ecstasy was his first reply. What had started as a tease had evolved into a kind of kryptonite for him, to the point that even hearing you whisper his title got his engines revving. Hitting him with it now resulted in a throbbing erection pressing more insistently against your pants, and while you loved the helpless arousal on display, the tone of his voice was also a fantastic prize. "You know what happens when you call me that!"

"Care to remind me?" You whispered in devious torture, growing foggy with lust of your own that would soon make such teasing impossible. All around you he began to hum in eager arousal once more, his vents blowing hard to keep the air cool in his interior. Catching the smell of cinnamon again, you let him dangle in the wind only a moment longer, feeling his grip on your shirt tighten as he gasped out some quiet pleading.

"Please, help me-"

"I'll show you how this is done again, if that's what you mean." Trying to play it cool only for one more tease, you grabbed the bottom of your shirt, having undressed yourself for him many times in the past. Whether or not he was being honest about not understanding clothes hardly mattered to you as you pulled on your top and lifted it over your head, revealing the bare expense of your body save for a bra. As the clothing was haphazardly tossed aside you found his eyes locked on nothing but you, as if by merely becoming undressed you were beyond anything he ever could have imagined, and that level of adoration threw you for a loop. Muscling back into control, you went for the clasp of your bra next. Feeling his gaze on you made your voice tantalizingly soft. "See? Now this..."

A front facing clasp came undone easy, but removing the now open underwear wasn't at all mundane to your audience, regardless of how many times he'd seen what was beneath. Bare breasts came into view and your bra joined your shirt in the passenger seat, where his holomatter clothes had been set before fading away now that he wasn't focused on them. Actually Rodimus only looked to be capable of focusing on one solid thing.

You.

"You're my... my everything." He whispered with overwhelmed adoration, far too proud to care about sounding corny while he beheld the perfection of your body. All of your ability to play it cool evaporated at the pure love in his eyes.

"I love you too, Roddy." You said back without any kind of playful intent. The hands keeping you supported on his lap slid over the wealth of bare skin now open to him, but his touch felt like he was worshiping you, his grip tight only for the sake of ensuring you were real. Every curve brought his intoxication to new levels.

"I love you and I need you." He whispered into a kiss on your collar, hugging you tight so that his soft hair brushed your cheek. The ever present electric energy tickled your nose as you breathed in his scent, and while you'd heard holomatter avatars didn't smell like anything, you could swear you caught the faintest hint of the frilly brand of fruit scented polish he used in those perfect auburn locks. A tiny but very happy sound of awe preceded another whisper against your exposed neck. "Please, I... Oh man, do you know what you do to me?"

"I know what I want you to do to me."

The reply was even more lusty than intended. Perhaps dropping your hands to your still present pants was the cause of that, but the effect it had on him was far too lovely for you to care. Strong hands took hold of your behind as the radio amped up its volume, bringing the bumping bass of an 80s mix out to thump in your chest alongside your love-struck heart. Pants and underwear began to descend your thighs in a single motion as he uttered one final phrase.

"Let's do it then..."

Limited space was more of a blessing than a hindrance as you worked together to remove your pants, as it kept him wonderfully close to your naked body while you slipped the restrictive bottoms down to your ankles, fighting to keep your lips on his the whole while. It was perhaps a little awkward, but such triviality didn't even register as you finally wiggled out after a fair bit of contorting. All that mattered was holding him close and taking care of the need thrumming through your bodies. Straddling him once more brought a still eager erection close to an equally heated wetness between your thighs, making you moan into a kiss as you anticipated what was coming.

Tender fingers slid between your legs to blindly feel out your entrance, a common habit of his to ensure you were ready. Not needing to see, you rubbed yourself against his offered hand, making your heat and excitement very obvious to the one who'd caused it. The music briefly slowed like someone gasping in awe. Lips on yours, Rodimus guided you towards his erection as quickly as he dared, spare hand supporting your back as you moved with him in beautiful sync.

Sinking down on him happened in an instant but felt heavenly enough to last a lifetime. How he made you so eager but so relaxed was a mystery you didn't care to solve, especially as he was taken in to the base without so much as a pause on your part. Both of you were reduced briefly to soft moaning at the sensations you'd never have your fill of; delicious fullness and friction for you, delightful warmth and squeezing for him. It was heavenly enough that you just had to deepen the kiss to a fervor and hold him tighter at the same time. This bot felt like everything passion was supposed to be, especially as he gathered himself and began to bounce you in his lap, engine roaring in time to every thrust as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

Rocking your hips as the car shook on the spot, haggard breaths filled the interior from you giving him your all, your kisses growing sloppy while you lost yourself in the fun. He felt good, and you wanted more of him every minute of every day. It didn't matter if you were from different worlds, you loved him with all of your currently hammering heart. Judging by how he thrust upwards in perfect sync the feeling was more than mutual.

A shaking hand squeezed between the two of you to curve downwards and feel out your crotch, a habit of his you knew well enough to angle your lower body to assist him. Still bouncing along his throbbing girth, stars burst before your eyes as eager fingers found your clit, shaking but insistent as they rubbed a solid circle into the erect bud. It brought you careening to a glorious finale in what had to be record time. "O-oh God, Rodimus, I'm..." You held him tighter as the world melted away, his EM field spiking so hard it made your body vibrate in a way that was not at all unwelcome. It was a sign you'd learned meant he was also close. Considering how you had moments until climax, that worked out beautifully, and you cried out one final time to sing out his praises. "Captain, I'm gonna-!"

He was gone the moment his beloved nickname passed your lips. Hard squirting inside of you tingling with the faintest hint of an electric burst came just as you throbbed around him, your body rolling on waves of pure ecstasy that drew out shameless cries of adoration every time you hit the peak. You could feel his head buried into your neck as he came, and how he moaned out endless "I love yous" while his physical self trembled even through the padded seats. For what might have been a tiny eternity it was just the two of you in shared, heavenly bliss.

The afterglow was a warm soft bed that seemed to swaddle you as you fell limp on top of him, your naked bodies trembling and heated but satisfied beyond belief. Still atop his lap, you doubted you'd find the strength or will to move anytime soon.

"Primus, you are my everything..." He rasped out with a kiss to your neck, brushing aside some of your hair to leave a few more tender pecks along your jaw. Spent but buzzing from the thrill, he pushed his sweatband back into a less crooked position and laughed breathlessly, his lidded eyes meeting yours to look lovingly into their depths. "How did I ever get this lucky?"

"I should be the one asking that about you." You replied playfully, fixing some of his hair into a slightly less wild look.

Laughing again in the way he only did when blissed out, he ran a hand down your sides, tracing your lovely curves as he settled back into the polished chair he'd have to clean again very soon. "A better question might be; how are we ever getting back to the ship? I can't... I can't feel my actuators..."

"I can drive." You retorted only half as a joke, knowing that it was possible to steer a bot in vehicle mode if they allowed it. Most hated to have a human anywhere near their equipment, but Rodimus took the proposal with a grin, one that wasn't at all dismissive of the idea.

"Ohh, can you?" He purred while gently pushing your back against the steering wheel, giving it a little turn both ways to tickle you while he played the fake tough bot. "I'm a lot to handle. Ever drive a Cybertronian speedster?"

Even with your body still tingling from orgasm, you were as quick as you were merciless to shoot right back. "No, but I have ridden one."

His head moved forward to squish between your breasts like a worshiper bowing at an alter.

"God I love you." Came his surprisingly soft reply, before he looked up at you with unabashed adoration and spoke without a trace of innuendo. "Let's just... take our time. I've got towels in my dashboard subspace, I can clean you up, then we can go from there. Sound good babe?"

"That sounds very good." You agreed, becoming aware of a growing sticky mess between your thighs. Such a thing was common when the two of you really got going, the natural result of the overpowering pleasure that could only come from the connection you shared, but you were still happy he always offered to clean it up. To convey your gratitude, not just for the towels but everything, you settled a loving kiss on his forehead and whispered.

"Thanks, Captain."

[fullmetalscullyy]

royai week day 4 - communiqué

summary: roy has an announcement to make to everyone

rated: g | words: 2084 | tags: royai, post-canon, romance, marriage, marriage announcement, marriage of convenience, kinda? bc they just have~ to do it but it works out for them, basically royai using royai to further their agenda

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“Good afternoon,” Roy greeted with confidence into the microphone atop the podium in front of him. Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared back expectantly, and while that should have been unnerving, his excitement at the upcoming announcement kept the feeling at bay. This communiqué had been a long time coming, crafted from years of subtle diversion, and playing a tactical game. Now, it was coming to fruition. It was all still part of their game, but Roy had a personal stake in this part of it too. It was still a win for both parties involved.

A huge personal win.

Up there, on the podium, he was completely exposed. While that was dangerous for someone like him with such high political standing, Roy trusted the eyes that were watching his back implicitly. He does not turn complacent, but is more than confident in their abilities. He trusts each and every one of his subordinates to ensure the day goes well and without incident.

“Today’s announcement,” Roy continued, “will hopefully put to rest any fears you may have had regarding me assuming the role of your leader. Fuhrer Grumman has led this country exceptionally well over the last five years but feels ready to step down. As you all know, I have been named his successor and will make a promise to you all now, this country’s citizens, that I will do my utmost to ensure I do my best by you.”

There was a pleased applause after he finished, accompanied by a quiet murmur.

He meant every word, but that was not the reason Roy had taken the stage that day.

“I would also like you to know that I’ve heard the rumours surrounding me,” he smirked, letting his gaze sweep across the crowd before him. Out the corner of his eye, he noticed how this had piqued the interest of those in the audience with the various media outlets. Their ears perked up at the mention of rumours, understandably. “I am aware of the public’s opinion on a bachelor like myself being given the title of Fuhrer. However, I have come here today to offer my reassurances.”

Some people in the crowd turn to one another, momentarily confused by what he’s saying. Roy smirked to himself, thinking of his own private joke before he opened his mouth to finally reveal to the world something he has wanted to for over two decades.

“As you can imagine, this will be a busy transition period for us, so I hope you will extend your respect, as well as privacy, to both myself and my new fiancé as we navigate this new chapter in our lives. I can assure you though, an official date for my upcoming wedding will be announced soon.”

It was like the crowd had frozen. A few jaws went slack, and mouths parted in shock as they processed the news faster than others.

“More news will come in due time. Thank you.”

With a simple bow of his head, Roy stepped back from the microphone and turned to look at the stunned officials up there with him. Breda and Havoc approached, nonplussed by the news, and started to escort him off the stage.

There was a split second where the world was completely still, as everyone was still processing what he’d just announced. Then, everything felt like it exploded. The crowd erupted into applause and cheers. Cameras flashed in desperation to capture the moment that Roy Mustang, the most eligible bachelor in Amestris and a well-known womaniser in his younger years, announced he was engaged, and his wedding would be announced soon.

Roy can hear some of the questions being yelled by the reporters.

“Who are you due to marry?”

“What’s her name?”

“General Mustang! When did this happen?”

He ignored them all, for all would be revealed in due time. It was enough for now that it had been announced. Roy never planned on revealing anything else other than that today anyway. He would have loved to. He can’t wait for the day he can finally give the order to give the announcement, but he must hold off. The mystery will drum up interest in their favour. It will draw eyes to them and get people talking. No other Fuhrer had caused quite as much a stir as he had, and Roy wasn’t even officially in office yet. He was popular and well liked among the masses. Not as much as the Fullmetal Alchemist, the alchemist of the people, but Roy’s work over the years had built up a perfectly crafted reputation for him. It played well into his plans.

A womaniser who announces he’s settling down with someone who is a complete mystery. It was interesting news. Especially for the imminent ruler of the country.

The public ate it up, desperate to know. Out the corner of his eye he could already see heads bowed together in excitement as they gossiped about the news while Roy walked off the stage.

He was led by his security team into a private room within the building behind them. Havoc gave him a quick nod in response to his order, reaching for the door handle and pulling it closed behind him. Breda was down the hall, already speaking into microphone after microphone in order to soothe public relations about the surprise announcement. Poor guy, but he did volunteer. Having Breda assure them, but give nothing away, would only cause more intrigue. If Roy went out there and spoke to them all, they’d never let him leave.

His shoulder slumped now he was away from prying eyes. Not with fatigue, but just to relax. The initial phase had finally started, and his plans were set in motion. While he did have a personal stake in this and was more than happy to go along with it, it could certainly be draining. But then again, nothing had ever been simple between them.

The door opened as he was pouring himself a glass of water. He reached for a second glass and smirked, not turning around because he knew who it was who’d entered. His order to Havoc was to permit only one person entrance to the room.

“Did you really have to do it so dramatically?”

There was a grin on his face as he turned on the spot, coming face to face with his fiancé. Well, according to the country, she was still his fiancé. Nobody, except from them and his team, was aware that they were already married, and had been so for a while. While touring Aerugo last month they’d taken a clandestine trip to one of the islands off the coast to the south. It was just the two of them, the team, and his mother in attendance. Gracia had made the trip, and so had Edward and Alphonse, along with their respective families. Everyone who mattered most to Roy was there to witness them come together as a couple.

Marriage was not the be all and end all for him and Riza. They already knew where they stood with each other and what their relationship was. They had done so for years, and the ring that nestled comfortably on the end of his dog tags proved that. The legal document was just a formality at this point and given his current position as leader of the country, it would be necessary. So, they’d compromised. A private, personal ceremony for them to do things their way, exchanging the rings they’d already given each other years ago. The grand wedding that was yet to come was for the masses, not for them. Once the official ceremony happened, he would move the ring onto his ring finger where it had always belonged and where he’d always wanted to wear it.

Riza’s lifted one eyebrow expectantly, awaiting his answer.

“They expect a show,” he shrugged, “so I’m going to give it to them.”

“So, our official wedding is just a show,” she deadpanned.

His expression softened at her light teasing. “Our official wedding has already happened,” he reminded her. “In case you had forgotten, we are already legally married.”

“I hadn’t,” she placated as she approached him, “but you need to stop talking about it so openly. You were the one who suggested keeping it a secret, and the walls have ears,” she replied cryptically. Once close enough, she brushed a piece of invisible lint off his immaculate uniform and his shoulder tingled where she’d ran her hand over it.

“Let them listen,” he shrugged again. Roy lifted a hand to rest upon her hip as he grasped one of hers, lifting them both to rest between their bodies. He bent his head forward and kissed the backs of her knuckles, a small, fond smile playing on his lips. “It doesn’t matter now that our news is out.”

“Part of the news is out,” she reminded him. “You were quite adamant about only revealing some of the truth so early on,” Riza smirked. “It will be a busy transition period for us, after all,” she quoted back to him with mock sympathy.

His eyes rolled fondly.

“So,” she continued, extracting her hand from his and taking a step backward to put some distance between them. Roy felt like a petulant child, pouting at her actions. “We must keep up pretences and give ourselves the time and space we need to adapt to our new circumstances and navigate through it.”

“You’re no fun,” he complained, his tone nearly a playful whine.

“I know, dear,” she replied, sounding like she didn’t particularly care he felt that way. Roy was only joking though, of course.

“How did it look from up there?”

Riza’s perch had been on the roof of the building behind him, on the lookout for anyone who may wish harm upon him, along with her own elite security team.

She snorted lightly. “I will admit, it was entertaining to see the looks on their faces.”

“They were very surprised,” he chuckled, pleased with himself.

“It’s never a dull moment with you.”

“I would hope not because you’re stuck with me now, fiancé,” he grinned.

“Unfortunately,” she deadpanned quietly. When he scowled at her, she laughed loudly, her smile reaching her eyes.

For a moment, Roy is enraptured by her beauty. Her grin lit up his whole world and the sound of her laughter pulled at the stings of his heart pleasantly.

He is married to this woman, he thought to himself, and still couldn’t quite believe it.

After so long… After so many years of ignoring feelings and holding back – or trying to – now he didn’t have to.

Although it was his plan to delay the information given, he really wished it wasn’t. He wanted to go back out there and tell everyone how much he loved and cherished this woman before him.

All in due time. And the pay off when that day finally comes will be so worth it.

They’ve both waited for so long. Roy could stick it out for a few more days. What was more important was holding this woman close and loving her so freely like he has always wanted, and Roy planned to do just that.

Riza smirked and didn’t shrug him off as Roy wrapped his arms tightly around her frame. He pulled her close and kissed her, trying to convey just how much he loved her with one kiss alone. She hummed against his lips pleasantly as her arms lifted to loop around his neck. One hand slowly, tantalisingly, trailed up the back of his neck, making him shudder. She noticed and grinned against him. When her nails scratched lightly against his scalp and Roy groaned, Riza’s smile widened. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. She could play him like a fiddle, but Roy didn’t mind at all. There’s no way he was going to stop her ministrations when they felt so good.

“I love you,” he breathed. His chest heaved with his breath and the words almost got stuck in his throat, both from the emotions overwhelming him and their passionate kiss.

“Love you too, Roy.” When she pulled away to look at him, Roy didn’t let her move far. Their noses were almost touching but he could see her expression soften. She looked so happy and content. So in love. Which was exactly how he felt too.

They both couldn’t wait to start this new chapter in their lives together.

[cloudywriter]

camp staghorn - 4

it’s finally here - been a second ik. updates may be a tad slow these coming two weeks because so much stuff is about to be going on but hang tight. i might extend the story and just have the parts be a little shorter so it’s more manageable because right now it’s suppose to be around 9 parts. anyway, enjoy!

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Hours later the memory of Rowan’s face as he wrapped the towel around her was still drifting around Aelin’s mind like a feather in the wind. 

He looked so unguarded, his features soft and his perpetual frown absent. Aelin wished she could have paused time right there. She wished she could’ve taken a moment to study him. It made her want to pick up a pencil and sketch him though the most she could draw would be a lopsided stick figure. If she were an artist she would’ve made him her muse. 

Her campers, however, demanded revenge, an eye for an eye. As far as they were concerned, Rowan had made a direct attack on Aelin. A punishable offense. They’d been eagerly chattering all afternoon, developing plan after plan of intricate ways to right Rowan’s wrong. Aelin, though, was a little preoccupied. 

She desperately needed to snap out of it, she needed to splash some cold water on her face and come back to reality. Rowan had trespassed into their camp site and outwardly tampered with their plumbing, she couldn’t let it go now. 

No, Aelin Galathynius wasn’t really the kind of girl who let things go. It didn’t matter how attractive the perpetrator was. 

Aelin and her girls now found themselves roaming aimlessly through the main camp. Technically it was their rest time when they were supposed to cool down and get out of the sun for a while. They were on a different mission though, they needed to scope out Rowan’s camp. 

Luckily, it wasn’t long before they were found. His boys were loud and rambunctious their voices led Aelin’s group right to them like a bread trail in the woods. They were on the rock wall, taking turns racing each other up while the others cheered from below. 

Each boy was suited up in harnesses and helmets. Aelin might’ve spent a little too long checking out Rowan. He was at the bottom of the wall with a rope attached to his harness, acting as one of the counselors managing the boys as they climbed up and then propelled down. 

Aelin deduced it was the perfect time to strike, they were distracted and unsuspecting. He likely didn’t intend for her to have a new plan up her sleeve so soon. 

Aelin and her girls kept their distance, crouched behind a line of tall pine trees that acted as the perfect cover. 

“Well, ladies, what’s the plan?” Aelin inquired. 

The girls gave each other a few affirming nods, silently agreeing upon a plan. 

“We think we should put a butt load of salt into their water jugs back at camp,” Ansel finally spoke up. 

“You think?”

“Yeah, they’ll have to be thirsty now and drink all their water. Then they’ll have to fill them up when they get to camp,” Borte declared. 

Aelin decided to let her girls take the lead on this one and agreed. “Well, let’s go grab all the salt shakers from the dining hall.”

The girls nodded their heads in excitement, racing back down the path. Aelin followed behind, making sure none of their commotion drew unwanted attention. 

After conjuring up at least 14 salt shakers and even an extra container of salt they found in a cabinet they trekked to cabin 1E as denoted on the map in the front of the dining hall. 

That map has turned out to be quite convenient indeed. 

They went to work quickly, splitting up and unscrewing the lids of the three multi-gallon water dispensers around the boys’ camp. Their hour of rest was quickly coming to a close and they needed to execute their plan quickly. 

Aelin and the girls dumped generous amounts of salt into each jug. Ansel even made rounds stirring each one with a stick.

“Where did you get that stick?” Aelin asked.

“The ground,” Ansel replied simply, continuing to stir in the white granules. 

“And you're stirring their water with it?” Aelin clarified. 

“They’ll survive,” Ansel said earnestly as she removed the stick from one water jug and started on another. Aelin only shrugged, she probably wasn’t wrong. 

The girls heard laughter from afar and perked up. 

“Put the lids back on!” Aelin commanded quietly. The girls scrambled to cover the water again and camouflage themselves in the forest. 

Aelin tightened the lid on the remaining jug and raced to join her girls concealed behind the trees and undergrowth. 

The laughing got louder as the group got closer and closer, making their way up the rough dirt path. When they came into view Aelin could tell with their sweaty, flushed faces that they were definitely in need of water. 

Much to Aelin’s luck as soon as Rowan came over the slight incline he started filling his empty water bottle with the dispenser situated just outside his camp’s cabin. The other boys also lined up at the various water stations, taking turns. 

“Rowan,” one of the boys spoke up. “This water tastes funny.” 

“Camp water always tastes funny,” another boy replied. “I’m sure it’s okay,” Rowan insisted. He squirted some water over his face in an attempt to cool off after being in the hot sun for hours. His cheeks were red, heated by the sun, it made his green eyes impossibly greener to the point they resembled the bright green of the surrounding foliage. He ran a hand down his face and through his hair. 

Immediately, as soon as the water hit the boys’ tongues, they started spitting it out, Rowan included. A few yucks and why is it so salty could be heard, but the best part was definitely the boys’ faces. Even Rowan’s was morphed into an expression of pure repulse. 

Aelin’s girls struggled to contain their giggles, clamping their hands over their mouths in a futile attempt to stifle them. Rowan seemed to be the only boy to clue into the muffled noises coming from the forest that definitely weren’t the chatter of songbirds. Aelin could tell his eyes were searching the surrounding greenery, on the lookout for anything amiss. 

“Alright, I’ll go get us some fresh water, okay guys?” Rowan decided.

The boys nodded their agreement, a few still wiping at their mouths. Rowan turned around, starting down the path back to the main camp once again. A few of the girls around Aelin gave each other silent high fives, celebrating their successful prank. One more point for Aelin. 

Aelin was about to suggest that they move out and get ready to feign innocence back at lunch when a pair of thick arms wrapped around her waist and hoisted her up. 

“Thought you were sneaky, huh?” Rowan spoke directly into Aelin’s ear, his breath ruffling the golden blonde hair that had escaped from her ponytail. 

Rowan spun her around and exclaimed to his boys, “I’ve caught the offender!” 

Her campers were playing along, pulling at Rowan’s shirt, trying to save their counselor. Even Aelin was laughing as she was trying to wiggle out of Rowan’s strong embrace but he kept her back pressed firmly to his chest.

“What should we do with her boys?” Rowan asked.

“Make her walk the plank!” A boy with curly brown hair shouted, punching his fist in the air. 

“Alright,” Rowan conceded and began dramatically leading Aelin towards the dock down by the lake. 

“No! Rowan, no, please!” Aelin began struggling but she couldn’t keep the smile off of her face. 

“What else do you suggest, princess? I can’t just let you go free after committing such a crime.”

Aelin shifted just enough so she could face Rowan better, “I’ll do anything,” she breathed in such a way that she knew it would catch Rowan off guard. Just as she predicted, Rowan’s arms loosened for a second. Men were just too easy. 

Aelin took the moment of reprieve gratefully and tore out of Rowan’s grasp, dashing back into the forest for cover. Rowan chased her, twigs snapping close behind. She bolted, swatting low hanging branches out of her way and gritting her teeth as thorns tore at her shins but she couldn’t afford to be caught again. She could hear Rowan following but losing ground as the forest grew denser. 

Aelin took the moment of reprieve gratefully and tore out of Rowan’s grasp, dashing back into the forest for cover. She knew Rowan was chasing after her by the sound of twigs snapping close behind. She increased her speed, swatting at low hanging branches and gritting her teeth as thorns tore at her shins, but she couldn’t afford to be caught again. Rowan began to lose ground as the forest grew denser while Aelin was able to maneuver through from years of experience playing hide and seek in the woods with Aedion. 

The forest suddenly opened up into a small meadow, long grass and bright wildflowers swayed back and forth with the breeze. Aelin looked back to determine Rowan’s position for only a moment when he was on her, pulling her down into the delicate green grass that spread across the field like a blanket. 

They were both panting and could still hear the shouting of their campers through the trees. Aelin and Rowan were both on their backs, gulping down air. 

“You know I’ll have to get you back for that now.” 

Aelin pinched his side, “I know.”

Rowan only swatted her hand away before pushing himself back up to his feet. He held a hand out for Aelin, an offer. Aelin decided to take it, allowing him to effortlessly pull her to her own feet. He held onto her hand for a beat longer than necessary before letting it return back to her side. 

Rowan was studying Aelin, making her suddenly feel self-conscious. Was there grass in her hair? 

“What are you staring at?” Aelin finally caved. 

Rowan smirked. “Nothing, just thinking about how I should repay you for that salt water fiasco.”

“Do your worst, Whitethorn.” 

“I intend to, Galathynius.”

~~~ 

hope y’all like it so far & you’ll get some more rowan’s part of the story & his revenge in the next part. very fun. xoxo. let me know if you wanna be added to my rowaelin taglist!

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[waiting4inspiration]

Scream (Geralt x Banshee!reader)

Summary: Geralt is hired to kill a Banshee, thinking that it’s the reason people are dying. When he finds out that it’s not true, he spares the Banshee’s life, and she returns the favor later on when she finds the Witcher close to death

Warnings: mythical elements, mentions of murder, violence, mentions of blood, angst, small fluff, witcher things, if I missed something, please let me know

Word Count: 2,513

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There are stories Witchers in training are told when they are young of women who travel all around the continent, whose wails and screams could only be heard by those whose death was near. Women, known as Banshees. It is believed that the Banshee kills those that hear her scream, which classifies them as monsters, meaning that Witchers kill them the moment they come across one. No questions asked. 

Their scarce numbers are what make Banshees only a fairy tale now. No one has seen or heard of one in years. So much so, Geralt doesn’t believe they exist anymore. 

While traveling through some small city in Redania, Geralt hears the story of a wealthy family who has lost two children in the past month. The parents say that both had told them they had heard a wailing scream a few days before they died. Both times, the family thought nothing of it. 

Now, with the father having heard the wail just last night and Geralt noticing a similarity of this to the stories of Banshees, he agrees to kill this family’s monster for a price, of course. 

He’ll have to stay as close with the family as he can, every night until the Banshee attacks. Though he can’t guarantee that he can prevent the father of the family dying, he can at least stop this vendetta the Banshee seems to have for the family. 

Waiting outside the house, on the lookout for the creature that would kill the father, he catches sights of something. But it’s not the Banshee. It’s human. An assassin. 

Then, he sees the man he is to protect, the father, run out of the house seemingly shaken by something. Geralt begins to doubt if there even is a Banshee, or if these people knew they were being targeted by assassins and thought they could hire a Witcher as their bodyguard. Well, they can keep their coin because Geralt won’t get caught up in meaningless affairs that don’t include hunting monsters. 

Before the Witcher can turn to leave, he stops a figure looming in the dark under a dead tree. And he hears a fell voice on the air, a song of sorrow and grief. A Banshee song. It’s not possible. 

Geralt’s eyes flicker over to the man that had run out of the house and he catches an assassin dropping from the roof and landing behind the man. There’s a loud, piercing scream that seems to make the man go frozen before his throat is sliced open with a knife. The man’s body falls to the ground, and the assassin is gone. 

Looking back over to where he saw the figure, Geralt finds the spot under the dead tree empty. 

“You carry so much death around you, Witcher.” 

He jumps around when he hears your voice behind him and finds that hooded figure he had spotted under the tree now behind him. 

Quickly drawing his silver sword, the ringing makes you back away from him and hold your hands up to stop him. He notices how smooth your hands seem to be, like human hands. Watching as you slowly lift them up to push back the hood, you reveal your face. 

Geralt lowers his sword and chuckles. “I thought Banshees looked like a frightening old hag,” he mentions, staring at your young-looking face. 

“If it’s my true features your wish to see then-”

“I meant no offense,” he cuts you off, stopping you from changing your appearance. Still, he sees some of the stories he’s heard about Banshees being true in your appearance now. 

Red eyes, from weeping and wailing. A sorrow-fill look on your face, like you had just come from a funeral. And a white dress underneath that grey cloak, to refer to your link to the spirit world. 

You tilt your head to the side as you stare at him, smiling when you see that what you have heard of Witcher, what they look like, seem to be true. Gold eyes, pale hair, brooding features. And death in their aura. 

“You mean to kill me, Witcher?” you question, seeing that he still holds the silver sword in his hands. “You wouldn’t be the first that tried. Though, you won’t be the first to succeed,” you mention as you take a step closer to him.

He smirks at you. “What makes you think you have an advantage over me?” he asks, bringing his sword up and resting the blade against his chest. With one swing, you can be dead. This you know, but you are not afraid. 

You laugh, take another step forward and narrow your eyes at him. Running your tongue over your lips, you glance down to the sword on his chest for a second before looking up at his face again. “My scream can do more than just warn others that their death is coming. I scream, and I change your destiny and bring your life closer to its ends than you expected,” you say in a low voice. 

Geralt narrows his eyes at you and lowers his sword again, making you smile and back up a bit to show him that you won’t harm him if he doesn’t harm you. “You didn’t kill those kids, did you?” 

His question makes you roll your eyes at him and fold your arms over your chest. “We only kill when we’re threatened, to keep ourselves alive,” you state. Taking a step to the side, you glance down to the house and watch as the mother walks out with the intention to look for her husband, only to find him dead. “We used to travel in groups, you know. When there were more than just five of us,” you say as the woman cries out and drops beside her husband’s corpse. “I don’t remember the last time I saw another banshee. Thanks to your kind,” you coldly snap, turning you head up to him as you turn away from the grieving woman and walk away. 

His head turns after you, watches you walk away. “My kind is dying off just as yours has,” he snaps at you as he turns his back on the house with the crying woman in front of it. “We only go on what we were told and we were told that Banshees kill those that hear their screams.”

“That is a lie!” you bark, turning around harshly to face him again, glare coldly at him with eyes redder than normal. You’re angry, and he can tell you’re holding back a scream. “We are harbingers of death. It is not our place to kill, but to warn those of death so that they may finish things before they die. That story was only created because humans don’t like to blame themselves. It’s easier to blame something else other than your own kind,” you add more calmly as you drop your gaze to the ground. 

Geralt understands that. There have been so many times where he had been blamed for things caused by humans, all because it was easy to blame someone non-human than someone of their own species. 

You stare at him for a second, sigh and glance over your shoulder to the direction you were headed. And Geralt has an idea why. “You’re leaving,” he whispers, making you look back at him and nod. 

“This family is done with death. The assassins are gone now that they have what they wanted,” you explain, glancing back to the house for a second before looking back at Geralt to find him frowning at you. “That wife isn’t as sad about her husband’s death as she portrays. There is no sorrow in her cries. Do with that what you will,” you simply say before turning around, lifting the hood over your head again and walking away.

He watches you disappear before turning back around to face the house again, people have now come out of their own homes at the sound of the crying woman to comfort her and Geralt knows that he will be blamed for the man’s death. He has to leave to avoid that kind of confrontation. If he shows his face here again so soon, who knows what will happen. 

It’s best to just leave. 

Sometimes, things don’t according to plan. 

For example, Geralt was supposed to find the werewolf, kill it, collect his coin, and get out of town. He didn’t mean to get involved in some political problems and end up having to fend for himself after collecting his coin. He thought that after he walks out of the city walls that he’d be fine. 

He was wrong. And now, he’s being searched for through the forest. Now, with a wound in his shoulder from one of the fuckers that are looking for him that shot an arrow through his shoulders. 

If only he could remember where he left Roach. 

Stumbling to the ground and groaning in pain when he lands on his wounded shoulder, he curses to himself. So much for trying to stay neutral. 

He then hears footsteps nearing him. But they’re in front of him instead of behind him. And as he turns his gaze up to see who, or what it is, he sees a hooded figure standing in front of him. A grey cloak. He knows that cloak. 

You push back the hood to reveal your face, but instead of looking down at Geralt, you stare out at the men that approach. 

And the last thing Geralt hears before he falls into unconsciousness is the sound of Banshee scream. 

His eyes snap open at the feeling of something pressing against the wound on his shoulder and his hand shoots out to grab the wrist in front of his face. 

You gasp at the sudden action and effortlessly pull your hand out of his grip. He glances over to you and grunts when he sees your face. “What are you doing?” he roughly questions, making your smile fall and a cold, stern look to grow on your face. 

“Saving your life, by the look of things,” you speak, turn your head to the side as you rinse the cloth you had used to clean up his wound. “Banshee medicine is very strong, so you should be back to slaying monsters tomorrow-” He tries to push himself up, only to be stopped by you placing a hand on his chest to push him back down. “-if you don’t move as much as possible and rest,” you say, glaring hard at him as he stares up at you. 

He breathes out a long sigh as you reach over to grab something. “I didn’t need your help,” he stubbornly mutters, making you laugh and turn your head back to him. 

You chuckle, glance down to the bottle in your hand as you pull the cork out and run your tongue over your lips. “I see so,” you sarcastically reply with a smirk before pouring the liquid over the wound. 

Geralt grunts in pain, bites back a scream and stares down at the wound as he clenches his hands into fists at the burning feeling. “What the fuck is that?”

“Temerian spirits,” you state, placing the alcohol aside as you look back down at him. 

Laughing to see the slightly irritated look on his face, you lean back in your seat and smile at him when he smiles at the sound of your laugh. He didn’t know Banshees were capable of laughing. He didn’t know they were capable of anything other than death. 

And yet, he’s never heard a more calming, sweet laugh as yours. 

Then, he remembers the scream before he passed out. You told him that your screams can do more than just warn people of their death, that you can actually kill someone with a scream. And that’s probably what you had done to save him. 

But the looming fact that he heard your scream and that his death might be nearing. Would it be something that he’d be okay with? He has been around for a long time, it wouldn’t be all that bad after so long. Would it?

“You Witchers and your brooding nature,” you mutter, breaking him out of his thoughts and making his eyes turn to you again. “Come on, tell me what’s going on in that mind of yours,” you urge, standing from your seat and walking across the room with the bowl in your hands. 

He wonders if he should even tell you, knowing that it will be your doing that he dies and he wouldn’t want to make you feel insulted after you practically saved his life. “I just realized that I don’t know your name,” he says, groaning as he pushes himself to sit up now that you are not there to stop him.

Humming at his words, you turn around to face him after placing the bowl down. You stare at him with a smile, fold your arms over your chest and breathe out a short sigh. “(Y/n).”

“I’m Geralt,” he replies, returning your smile as you start to walk towards him again. “I suppose I should thank you for saving me,” he mutters as he glances around the room. 

“I’m not done with you yet, Geralt,” you quickly say as you come to stand in front of him. He looks up at you with a frown on his face, takes in a deep breath as you sit down on his lap and rest your hands on his chest. “I know you heard my scream. And, believe me, I do not want you to die after I saved your life,” you state, your eyes flickering down to his lips for a second before you look back up to him. “You spared my life, so I’ll spare yours.”

With that, you lean forward and press your lips to his. His eyes flutter shut at the feeling and he leans in closer to your face, cups your cheek, and kisses you back. 

The kiss lasts longer than you anticipated, but you can’t complain about the feeling of warm lips against yours, of having someone so close to you, someone touching your cheek like you’ve seen lovers do before death rips them apart. 

When you do end the kiss, you breathe out a flustered sigh and stare at his face, waiting for him to open his eyes so you can check if it worked. 

“That’s the final step of a Banshee healing someone. I’ve taken away the chance that you might die of your wounds, and I’ve taken away the death you carry with you,” you explain as you begin to pull away once he opens his eyes to look at you. “Be careful, Geralt. My kiss is a gift. Don’t waste it,” you warn as you slowly step away from him. 

As you reach for the hood of your cloak, he knows you intend to leave again. And he knows that he has to let you go. 

Death doesn’t wait for anyone. Not even a Banshee. 

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