#i really hope you enjoy! if it’s not what you were thinking i can redo it

[snzluv3r]

Would you be able to do a holdback wav? Or one where you announce?

thank you so much for the request!! i tried to hold back for as long as possible but it was So hard with how itchy i’ve been with my allergies lately. after about a minute it became impossible to hold back and i think all that building up i did made the sneezes that much harsher, because these were seriously some of the harshest sneezes i’ve ever recorded for a wav!

if you’re not into all the building up, i start sneezing around the 1:00 mark and continued (despite my best efforts, i swear) pretty steadily until the end

[redflagshipwriter]

Hot Ghouls in Your Area

Chapter 1

“A cult?” Jason blew out a bubble and enjoyed the disgusted face that Bruce made.

“Yes.” His voice was tight. Jason could tell that he wanted to turn back to the Batcomputer. “They’re operating in Park Row-”

“Crime Alley.”

Batman sighed and accepted the correction. “I would like to propose a joint operation.” He sounded so tired and not very optimistic.

Jason eyed up his on-again-off-again Father figure and popped his gum, thinking it over. Bruce clearly expected him to say no, fuck off, and take the information himself.

He could. There was nothing wrong with that.

“Sure, old man.” He clapped Bruce on the shoulder and finished screwing together the tool he’d brought in for maintenance. He’d had to fabricate a new part and the Red Hood didn’t exactly have the equipment for that in his two room apartment. “Thursday night alright?”

“They’ve a planned meeting on Wednesday, actually,” Bruce said, frowning slightly at him but looking soft around the eyes with confused hope. “Would that be possible? They seem to gather mid-week.”

Jason let out a sigh. “I can make it work. Ta, old man.” He made sure to toss off an especially insouciant salute as he sauntered away. Sure, he was willing to put a little effort into maintaining their relationship, but he couldn’t be too compliant. If you gave Bruce an hour of your time, he wrote you down on the schedule for an hour every day until one of you fuckin’ died in a warehouse explosion. Something like that.

He wasn’t that trusting, though. Jason took the information that Bruce emailed him and did his own legwork. He wasn’t stubborn enough to bother redoing digital work that Bruce had done or gotten from Babs. That would be a waste of his time, and he valued his time. But he scoped out the cult’s meeting place.

Of all the undignified things, it was a rented room in the community center. Jason found himself sheepishly breaking into the office to check on the reservation and poking around the room itself.

There was nothing special about it. It was a shitty room with shitty paneled walls and cheap, well-trodden grey carpet. It boasted a few too many tables, arranged in a U shape, and a whiteboard pushed up against the wall that hadn’t been cleaned off well enough to erase what he was pretty sure was a reference to their lord and savior, destroyed of worlds.

So. That was a point for Bruce’s cult thing.

He hadn’t really doubted it, if he was honest, given that this had originated in a tip from Zatanna. She had told him as a courtesy that some creep had moved their base of recruiting and operations into Gotham.

Apparently, recruitment was going pretty well. The room could seat like, twenty? Jason counted chairs and left.

He came back on Wednesday at 8pm with the Batman and an attempt at a good attitude. He probably wasn’t going to need any of the weapons on his person. They were going to check in so that this guy knew they had an eye on him and that he would be suspect number one if there was any hint of people or cats being sacrificed.

Bruce fucked off to peer in the windows, like the giant caped creep he was. Jason took the front door, nodded congenially at the old man in the office, and knocked at the room the cultists had reserved.

He could hear Bruce internally curse through the comm. It was silent, of course, but the quality of the silence changed. “Knock knock,” he called, since a literal knock hadn’t done it. He opened the door without waiting. “Just checking in, heard you’re new to town and that you tried to feed Zatanna’s shitty little cousin to the god of Death?”

The room stared at him. A whiteboard marker squeaked to a stop. He idly followed the sound to the board. A …. Huh. that looked like some kind of mystical bullshit.

“You’ve been touched by death,” said the fraud himself, a man in his fifties with a wildly pretentious robe that was wrinkled from the paper bag he’d clearly used to carry it in. He outstretched the hand that didn’t have a blue whiteboard marker in it. “You would be a perfect sacrifice to our Lord.”

“So will it be,” said about half the people there, at the same time a young woman said, “No shit?” in an impressed tone.

Jason rolled his eyes through the helmet, unintimidated by the room of weirdos standing up. The kind of people who gathered at a community center on a Wednesday night were not going to summon the God of Death. Light glinted off the window where Batman was clearly weighing the possibility of breaking glass and swinging in. Jason silently waved him off with a headshake. They weren’t to the point of property damage yet. He took a couple of steps into the room with deliberate swagger. “What a lucky guess,” he drawled. “The Red Hood has had brushes with death? No one but a legitimate prophet could possibly make such a statement.”

“I’m not a prophet,” said the man, and turned back to his white board. “I’m a devote.” He rubbed out a line with the meat of his hand and then hurriedly wrote in ‘The Red Hood’ in a tilted cursive. “The sacrifice!” he shouted, throwing his arms wide and accidentally making a big blue line through his evil little sigil or whatever it was. The elderly lady to Jason’s right opened up her bag, thrust her hand in, and came up with a fistful of -

“Salt?” Jason asked, confused and unimpressed as the silly twit threw her handful of salt at him. “Thanks, I’m better seasoned now,” he snarked. He pulled out a gun easily. “Alright, let’s get serious. I-”

The whiteboard was glowing. The blue letters were glowing green.

“What the fuck?” Jason said. The windows exploded with broken glass as Batman decided now was the time to make his entrance. He barely got to see it before something hooked unpleasantly on his body and soul and twisted it sideways.

The world was green now. Holy shit. Jason spun a circle on uneven ground and gaped. “...Egg on my face,” he said. “I’ve been sacrificed. Consider me embarrassed.” A quick check showed that his comm was useless. It was giving off a steady little eeee of static that kinda sounded like screams. Whimsical. Jason turned it off.

He wasn’t panicking yet. The void wasn’t that freaky. It was weird, sure, but there weren’t any demons or enemies. He flicked the safety off his favorite gun just in case and frowned into the darkness.

It was like he was standing under a spotlight with no light source. There was ambient lighting in all directions, but the world faded into darkness only a few dozen feet away. He took some experimental steps to determine that, yeah, the field of visibility traveled with him.

Well. Time to get moving. Jason walked. There was nothing for the first - hour, he was gonna call it an hour. He got antsy and started jogging. The green stretched on, placid and infinite in a way that was really starting to piss him off. “Hey!” Jason barked into the void. “Anyone there?”

There was an answering electronic whirr. He stopped in his tracks. Jason looked in every direction, including up, and only saw the fucking thing when it was basically on top of him.

The vehicle was probably most equivalent to a spaceship, he decided, as what was probably a 3-man craft at most parked. The top clicked. It opened from the top and someone bounded out. “Hey!” came an annoyed male voice. “What’s the deal, bud?” The stranger landed in front of Jason with crossed arms and a pissy expression. His white hair floated above his head as if he was the little fucking mermaid in the ocean.

Jason scowled, the back of his mind cataloging the other guy’s outfit as pristine and undamaged and his musculature as athletic. “What’s it to you?” he asked, defensive. He didn’t know if it was safe to give information to this guy. “I might be a little lost,” Jason conceded.

“A little lost,” the guy repeated, and then- okay, he flew in a weird little flippy circle, scowling all the while as Jason gaped. “A little lost.” He scoffed. Then he let out a sigh that made his whole body look smaller. He uncrossed his arms and ran a hand through his hair. “This is a weird question,” he said, making it sound more defensive than apologetic. “Did you uh.” He scowled, like the words were distasteful. “Look,” he tried again. “Are you delulu, or did you get caught up as the sacrificial bride? I told Frank to knock that shit off.”

Sacrificial bride. Jason felt his brain go offline for a moment. Say what now.

“Helloooo,” the… was this rando a god of death? He was impatient. He flew way up into Jason’s personal space and snapped his fingers. “Someone just smashed metal trash bins together at my grave to get my attention, basically. No, it’s more like one of those spam pop ups that says there’s hot girls in your area?” He made a gesture at Jason. “Only it’s loud. It’s ringing in my ears, and I had to come track you down. Do you think this is funny?”

“...Sacrificial bride?” Jason finally managed to croak out.

Weirdly, this made the other guy relax immediately. “Just found out, huh,” he said, sounding much more sympathetic. “Yeah, okay, we need to sort out a spiritual divorce immediately. And then you can go home and there will be no more hot girls in my area and I can get back to my ess- my work.”

Jason took a few moments of grief and confusion to accept his apparent status. “We’re married?” he said weakly.

The white haired man looked a little sheepish. “Marriage is probably not quite accurate,” he said, and Jason felt a little bit of relief before the guy continued, “It’s more like you’re my concubine?” He sounded mortified by this. “I didn’t want this!”

“No, no,” Jason said, meaning both that he believed it and that he needed this conversation to change directions immediately. “I- who are you?” He gestured at his– what the fuck was the other side of a concubine relationship? King was the associated word that came up, but that…

“I’m nobody, really,” said the white haired man weakly. “But I may technically be King of ghosts or whatever. The Infinite Realms.” He scratched at his face. “So… yeah.”

They stood in utterly mortified silence for a long moment before he seemed to remember something. “You can call me Danny,” he offered.

“...Call me Jason,” he said.

“Thanks, Jason,” Danny said genially. “So, uh, this is a mess, right?” He started floating away backwards. “I’m going to hunt down my mentor and advisor and get some uh- advice, I guess. Do you wanna come with? Or should I come back and check in once I’ve heard from him?”

Jason weighed up his situation, the conventional wisdom about getting in vehicles with strange men, and wondered how useless his gun was going to be in this situation. Danny had never reacted to it being pointed at him, so his guess was ‘utterly unhelpful’. He put it away. “I’d like a ride, thanks,” he said dryly.

They made some stilted conversation on the ride. Danny was clearly trying to hold back and give him no identifying information. That was fascinating, because it implied that there was something Jason could do from the human world to track Danny down. It was also reassuring because there was no reason to withhold information if he’d planned to keep Jason prisoner, so, ya know, that was a good sign.

Anyway, Jason got a lot of information from Danny.

Danny was a terrible liar and he misspoke like, all the time. Jason was pretty sure he was in the ghost equivalent of school, like college or something. He talked like someone in Jason’s age group would, so he’d probably died very recently. Maybe he had been a college student when he’d died and he just hadn’t given up on that degree yet, honestly. Jason managed to drag the conversation around to education. He got nowhere with asking about literature but he hit the jackpot with science. Danny was still babbling about a telescope when he landed the …ship outside of a wonky clocktower.

Jason took off his safety belt and froze in his tracks when Danny absently stopped him with a cool hand. Jason looked down at that hand.

“You had better stay here,” Danny said. He shook his head slightly. “Clocky doesn’t like everyone.”

He melted into the chair as if he had never wanted to get up. “Alright,” Jason said.

Danny was out of the spaceship by the time that Jason realized something was very wrong with that interaction.

He hadn’t decided to sit down. He hadn’t wanted to sit back down. Did- did he actually think it was reasonable to stay behind, or would he have argued and gone in normally?

‘...I think Danny did something.’ Suspicion swirled in his gut. Jason tried to take the safety belt off and stand up. He couldn’t. It was like his muscles wouldn’t respond to it.

Well, that was pretty fuckin’ evil. His pulse picked up in his throat. It… It was some kind of compulsion? He had to do what Danny told him to do? That was really fucked up. He was starting to feel really unsafe now. He wished he’d hung back with Bruce. He wanted someone to bring him home. And weirdly, he felt betrayed. He hardly trusted Danny, didn’t know the fucker well enough to, but he hadn’t gotten that impression off the guy–

‘It wasn’t him,’ Jason realized. ‘It was the binding ritual. Danny said it wasn’t like a marriage, it’s not equal. That’s why I did what Danny wanted me to do.’

Well. Well then. If Danny didn’t know that Jason had to follow his orders, Jason was most fucking certainly not going to spell it out for him. It was a grim calculation to make, but it seemed the safest. As it was, Danny seemed to want to get rid of him as fast as possible.

So that was it. He’d play along and get Danny to spit him back out into Gotham, a young hot divorcé free on the streets.

[stinkyme]

Hello! This a Sigma fic I mentioned some time before under the ask with the poll, I hope you will like it and enjoy it! :)

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, established relationship, porn without much plot, playing poker (regular kind), gambling on sexual things (stripping, masturbating, nipple play, mutual masturbation), switch dynamic, reader teases Sigma beneath the table (cock rubbing w their foot), very frustrated Sigma, wrist pinning, rough sex, creampie, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Poker play || Sigma x Reader

"You lose again!" you laugh as you lay out your cards, a straight flush.

"Seriously?!" Sigma gasps, laying out his cards, three of a kind.

This was your fifth win at this point.

"I can't believe you actually lead a casino. Your luck is awful!" you smile proudly as you shuffle the cards.

"You know what they say - who has luck in gambling isn't lucky in love and the other way around." he smiles softly at you, regardless of annoyance he was experiencing.

"Mm...I seem to have luck in both departments. You...however, seem to be lucky in only one." you give him a teasing smile and he pouts a little.

"Hm...Maybe you just need more motivation. How about this then? If you win I will take my clothes off." your tone drops lower and Sigma's face turns into excitement and surprise.

"So...we should play strip poker?" he tilts his head, thinking about the idea.

"Kind of like that, yes. Are you up for it?" you smile and after a moment or so, he nods.

"Lovely!" you say happily as you begin dealing the cards. Your hand was amazing, almost a royal flush. You decide to change only one card while Sigma asks for two. You deal the new cards and wait for him to react.

He doesn't seem happy about his cards, he really had an awful poker face. It was always so obvious with him.

"Ready?" you smile as you glimpse at your easily achieved royal flush, the strongest hand in this kind of poker.

"I suppose." he sighs out and the two of you lay out the cards. Naturally, you win given the fact he only had two of a kind. You clap your hands happily as you look at his irritated expression.

"Lose the coat." you smile at him, pointing at his frame. He scoffs, but can't deny the rules, so he obeys. He puts his coat on the chair next to him and takes the cards, being a dealer in this round.

You play another round and Sigma loses again. Besides losing a round and his shirt, he also loses his patience.

Over and over again. Until he has nothing on but his boxers. You are still fully clothed, and filled with enjoyment and ego.

You deal another set of cards, again fully satisfied. You can see the irritation on Sigma's face and you decide to tease him a bit further. You take off your shoe underneath the table and place your foot on Sigma's cock, softly rubbing it. He gives you a wide-eyed look, his cock twitching beneath your foot.

"So? Any good cards?" you smile innocently, eyeing your cards that were a full house.

"Kind of.." he says a bit softly as he shows you his cards, he had a straight. Your smile grows as you lay out yours, winning again. Sigma clicks his tongue, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. Your movement on his cock becomes a bit harsher, more stimulating. You can feel him hardening beneath your foot, letting out a small gasp.

"Well, now you will let me do this for a whole round." you say in a lower tone as you take the cards, shuffling them. You thought it would be funny to take your time with it. Slowly shuffling, but also letting some of them fly out on the table.

"Oh, I have to start again." you almost chuckle as you redo your shuffle. Your movement on his cock is still rougher and you can tell Sigma is holding back his sounds, his body tense. However, his gaze was revealing neediness mixed with slight frustration.

You deal the cards after a little bit of teasing with how long it would take you to do it, your foot still rubbing Sigma's needy cock. He lets softer gasps in and out from time to time as it gets harder to hold it in.

He wants to exchange three cards and you rest your head in your palm, tapping your cheek as you think. In reality, you didn't want to change any cards, just prolonging this for as long as possible.

"One…? No, two. Hm..perhaps..three? Or none? Oh, I am not sure." you sigh as you watch four of a kind in your hand. Sigma lets out a little cough that turns into a mellow whimper as your pace on his cock becomes quicker. His body tenses up as he grips the cards a bit harshly, his thighs shaking a bit.

"Hm..I won't change any!" you finally say, happily smiling at Sigma's...not so happy, but needy expression.

You delay showing your cards, still rubbing his cock, squeezeing out a soft gasp out of his throat. Sigma seems impatient, but remains collected.

You finally lay out your cards with pride and win. Again. He was close though, he had three of a kind.

"Almost!" you clap your hands as you move your foot away from his cock. He lets out a faint whimper as he lacks friction that he was silently enjoying.

"You can't be serious." he says in a serious, but defeated tone.

"I am serious! Now, I want you to play with yourself for me." you give him a sly smile and his lips part, a faint blush covering his cheeks.

"Come on pretty boy, what are you waiting for? I will be a dealer again to make it easier for you." you smile, this was much more fun than you anticipated.

Sigma hesitantly pulls his boxers down, a bit embarrassed of his current state. You can see his arm moving up and down, slowly. You shuffle and deal the cards. 

"You can go faster, you know?" you tease him as you check your cards. He gives you an annoyed expression and speeds up, a faint whimper slipping past his lips.

Your cards weren't good this time, so you decide to change three. Surprisingly, Sigma doesn't change any. That makes you slightly nervous, but you imagine he was bluffing. 

He basically throws his cards on the table, his body twitching as more soft moans escape his throat, eyes closing from sensations. You see he has a straight flush and let out a dissatisfied breath out as you show your three of a kind.

"Finally." he says a bit breathless as he lets go of his cock, his gaze fueling with hope and slight excitement.

"Yeah, yeah, you won once. What do you want?" you roll your eyes as you cross your arms, leaning on the chair.

"It's time for you to strip, don't you think?" he says with a faint smile and you scoff as you begin taking your shirt off.

"Nuh-uh, pretty, take your pants off instead." he says in a calm tone and you give him a raise of an eyebrow. You get up from the chair and take your pants off, putting them on the chair next to the one you were sitting on. You sit back on your chair and Sigma smiles a little as he shuffles the cards.

He deals the cards and it seems your luck is back. You only need one card for royal flush. Sigma doesn't seem too happy about his cards and you bring your foot to his cock again, rubbing it gently. He lets out a soft gasp, his gaze quickly focusing on you.

"You seem tense, I figured you would enjoy it." you shrug your shoulders with a sly smile on your face as you feel his cock throbbing beneath your foot. He lets out a breathy whimper and lays out his cards, forgetting to switch any if needed.

You don't say anything as you switch one of yours and his eyes widen.

"Hold on. I forgot to take one!" he says a bit loudly, following with a whimper as his cock twitches. You feel a small wet spot growing bigger as you keep on rubbing him.

"Too bad. Seems like I won again." you smile at him as you lay out royal flush.

Sigma's frustration was painfully obvious on his face. You move your foot away and he gasps from lack of friction. He doesn't say anything, just takes the cards and begins shuffling them in a rather irritated manner.

He deals the cards and your luck seems low again. You didn't have a good hand and Sigma's expression is not revealing anything besides frustration. You change three cards and get two of a kind. Weakest hand. It's still better than nothing.

Sigma lays out his, this time getting royal flush. You click your tongue in annoyance as you shamefully show yours.

By his order, you lose the shirt. Next round comes and he makes you lose the bra as well. Now you were wearing nothing besides your underwear. It could be worse.

"Seems like your luck is over." he says with a certain pride, regardless of his lingering irritation.

"You are cheating!" you point your finger at him. You were not a fool, you knew he wasn't naive at all.

"Can you prove it?" he tilts his head a bit, unimpressed with your accusation. You sigh, shaking your head.

"Well then, instead of pointing that finger at me, use it for something else." he says in a regular tone, it seems his shyness was completely subsided by his urge to win.

"What do you mean?" you scrunch your eyebrows at him.

"What did you tell me to do a couple of rounds ago? It's your turn now. You will do it for two rounds regardless if you win or lose the next one." he gives you a sly gaze, unusual for him. You click your tongue as you put your hand inside your panties, sliding the two of your fingertips to your inner lips, making them wet. You slide them back and forth a couple of times as you spread your legs a bit before settling on your clit. You begin drawing small circles, your pussy clenching almost immediately.

Sigma deals the cards and you take a quick look, they are good. Perhaps he really wasn't cheating. You switch one while he switches two. You keep drawing circles on your clit, picking up a faster pace as your hips roll back and forth a bit, almost involuntarily.

You win this round with a straight flush and a smile appears on your face immediately.

"Play with one of your nipples for two rounds." you say shamelessly, catching him off guard. He never did it to himself before and he seems a bit hesitant.

"The way I do it." you say softly as a little moan escapes your lips afterwards. Sigma hesitantly licks the two of his fingers and starts gently sliding them over his nipple in small circles, almost matching the ones you were making on your clit. You feel a warm sting inside your lower tummy, leaking more precum as a soft moan escapes Sigma's lips.

"How will we deal?" he swallows as his hips make a couple of small thrusts due to sensitivity of his nipples and need for friction on his cock.

You keep on pleasuring yourself, slowly moving two of your fingers lower and sliding them inside your dripping cunt. You let out a soft moan as you make small pumps in and out, faintly brushing over your g-spot.

You take the cards with your other hand, making little piles that contain smaller number of cards and build them on top of each other in order to somewhat shuffle them.

You throw five cards to him and yourself, both of you barely looking at them as each of your panting and whimpers become louder, more frequent. 

Both of you just show cards, too needy for pleasure to think and he wins again.

"Continue doing it for two more rounds." he lets out a bit shakily and you nod. You bring your fingers back to your clit, the new wetness of them sending shivers up your body. 

Sigma repeats the shuffle you did before, his moans picking up as his body twitches each time his fingers make a full circle on his nipple.

He messily throws out the cards and neither of you switch again, but this time you win.

"Continue playing with your nipple, but add your cock to play as well." you say with a slightly trembling voice as your hips twitch. You had no shame anymore and neither did he, it seems. He seemed to be frustrated due to the state he was at. However, he nods as he wraps his hand around his cock, movement of his hand indicating he was making quick and needy strokes.

He lets out sharper whimpers, his body twitching as he rubs his sensitive nipple between his fingertips. Your pussy keeps on leaking more precum, a few louder moans escaping your throat as you try your best to shuffle.

Your movement on your clit becomes a bit messy as your body feels like it's going to melt from the heavy warmth that was lingering underneath your skin.

One more round and you will be in a much better position.

"If you win this one, I will let you have sex with me." you give him a weak smile and his eyebrows twitch as his panting becomes sharper and shakier.

You deal the cards, neither of you caring anymore. He has nothing and you have two of a kind. Weak, but a winning hand now.

You move your fingertips away from your clit quickly, slightly grinding on the chair as tingles spread inside your body.

"Well, it seems you will keep on playing with yourself like that until you win again." you give him a sly smile as he swallows, desperately twitching in his chair. You slowly shuffle the cards, making his sweet misery even longer.

Sigma's back arch as the sensations become unbearable, a filthy whine squeezing out of his throat.

You deal the cards, you have a good hand again. Sigma doesn't even look at his cards given he is unable to, but also too frustrated and drunk in pleasure. You check his cards and his hand is weaker than yours.

Again and again and again and again.

"This is hell." he throws his head back, thrusting into his own hand as he tries to contain his moans. His usually faint pink nipple turned red and hard, his body shaking.

"Is it now?" your voice is sweet and teasing as you deal the cards again. His eyes seem weak as he looks down, asking for two cards to switch even though he can't know how good or bad his hand is.

You take two random cards and switch them for him, while switching one of yours. You had three of a kind, but Sigma had four of a kind. You try to quickly move his cards before he sees, but he grabs your hand before you are able to.

"And I am the cheater?" he asks slightly breathless as he squeezes your hand with his, standing up. His movement makes you stand up as well and he swiftly comes to your side of the table, greedily pulling your panties down. He is rough, lifting you up on the edge of the table and spreading your legs.

His movement is shaky, regardless of how rough he was, as he aligns his desperate cock with your entrance, making one swift thrust inside of you. You let out a sharp moan and his lips fall on yours immediately, drowning out the rest of them.

You wrap your arms around him, your kiss quickly becoming passionate and messy. He lets out shaky whimpers inside the kiss as his hands fall on your hips, gripping them tightly. His thrusts are quick and heavy, they make your back arch a little bit as his cock keeps stimulating all of your sweet spots.

Your hands fall onto his back, fingernails digging into his flesh desperately. Your kiss becomes intense, but breathless and he pulls away to take a breath in. 

You lean your head close to his chest, wrapping your lips around the nipple that didn't get any friction, sliding your tongue over it while sucking on it gently. Sigma lets out a trembling whine as his thrusts become harsher, your hands falling on his bicepses and squeezing them roughly.

You feel your body becoming weak and shaky, messily swirling your tongue over his nipple as your mouth sharply opens each time the tip of his cock kisses the deepest spot inside your cunt. Sigma's cock twitches inside of you, guttural moans escaping his throat as you keep on stimulating his sensitive nipple.

You bring one of your hands, gently rubbing his other nipple between your fingertips. Sigma curses under his breath as he moves one of his hands away from your hip, roughly grabbing on your hair and pulling you away. His other hand pushes you on the table by your chest, making you lay down. 

He grabs both of your wrists, removing your hand away from his nipple and keeps them in place next to your hips. His thrusts become even harsher and faster, cock desperately twitching inside of you. You let out a chain of breathy, loud moans as he keeps pounding inside of you.

"Slo-, slower!" you somehow squeeze out of your throat, eyes rolling in the back of your head as the pleasure becomes overwhelming.

He slows down just for a few moments, making you gasp out. 

"You deserve it like this. You wanted it, didn't you? It's your fault for not saying how when you placed a bet. So, I decide how this goes." his voice is a bit shaky, but obviously frustrated as his thrusts pick up a fast, relentless pace again.

Your pussy clenches around him, leaking more precum as the intense heat spreads beneath your skin. His grip on your wrists is tight and he leans in, angling his hips to make his thrusts deeper, but also to place soft kisses on your tummy. You let out shaky and rapid moans, your hips moving up and down very slightly as his cock keeps stimulating all of your sweet spots.

His kisses are opposite of his thrusts - shaky and soft. He sneaks in a few little bites as he moves up, his lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking on it delicately. The sensations send tingles under your skin, your moans filling up the room. Sigma lets go of your wrists, his hands caressing your waist and hips as he moves on your other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first one.

His thrusts are still heavy and deep, his skin slapping yours, producing sounds almost as loud as your whimpers and moans. Sigma lets go of your nipple and straightens himself above you, placing one of his hands on your lower tummy while his other hand presses your hip into the table.

"You wanted to tease me and these are your consequences." he says slightly breathless as he presses his hand into your lower tummy, making you feel his thrusts more. A sharp gasp escapes your throat as well as his, upon feeling how much you were clenching and leaking around him.

It felt so good, way too good, but you were in desperate need for an orgasm. You arch your back away from the table as cold air mixes with wet coat on your nipples, sending more teasing sensations through your body.

Sigma extends his thumb, quickly brushing it over your clit only once, earning a sweet moan from you. He does it again, earning another moan. Again and again and again.

"Please!" you almost cry out, your hips desperately twitching as much as they could. Sigma speeds up the pace of his fingers, building a heavy, hot knot inside your lower tummy. All sensations you were experiencing were orgasmic, but without one. It was unbearable.

Sigma lets out a few clear whimpers, his own release building up alongside yours. He caves in and begins drawing small circles on your clit, sending sweet jolts through your body. You drag your fingernails across the soft layer that was covering the table, your body feeling like it will give out from unbearable pleasure.

Sigma's cock keeps on rubbing and stimulating all the right spots without a break, twitching from time to time as his release inches closer. You close your eyes tightly, your head moving to the side as the first wave of an orgasm rushes through your lower tummy. Your legs shake, but feel sore and weak as another tame wave of orgasm spreads inside your body.

Sigma keeps up his movement, his cock pulsating inside your warm, drooling pussy as his own moans pick up, making him throw his head back. You gasp in as your climax bubbles up quickly, reaching its peak. Your body tenses for a few moments, making you remain silent before a knot inside your tummy turns, sending sweet pleasures through your entire body. As soon as it does, a sharp gasp escapes your throat, moans quickly picking up.

He keeps on thrusting and drawing circles on your clit, his own whimpers becoming louder and intense as his cock throbs inside of you. His head falls down as his upper body twitches, turning his steady thrusts into messy ones. Your orgasm slowly melts away and Sigma moves his thumb away from your clit, keeping his shaky hand close to your hip, but not touching it as his own release makes him tense up.

He lets out a loud, breathy mixture of whimpers and whines as a few thick loads of cum release out of his throbbing cock. You let out a softer moans as you feel him fuck his cum into you, his movement slower and sloppier than before as he rides out his own climax.

Your breathing is quick as he pulls out slowly, letting himself fall on a chair and calm down. You slowly get up and place yourself on his lap. He hugs your waist and hip, keeping you close as both of you remain silent for a little bit. You wrap your hands around his neck, caressing the skin you had access to. Sigma places a soft kiss on your cheek, jaw and then your neck. He lifts his head closer to yours, kissing your nose and then lips.

"I won, by the way." you whisper after your breathing has calmed down.

"Won..how? Didn't we-," he stops talking as he realizes you just wanted to make him frustrated. You give him a cheeky smile as you move your fingers through his silky hair. He gives you a little raise of an eyebrow before he smiles, placing another soft kiss on your lips.

"Do you want to play again?" he whispers against your lips, a little sly smile on his face.

The End :) <3

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svt reaction to accidentally overstimulating you until you squirt

love ur stuff btw!

A/N: I'm going to assume that you meant this for svt since I pretty much only write for them at this point. If not, please send another specifying who it was for and I'll redo it. I didn't really edit this, so I'm sorry if it's shit. ANYWAYS, I hope you enjoy it!!! Feedback is appreciated!

Seungcheol: He'd instantly want to make you squirt again, but you'd make sure you had a breather before how tries again. Lowkey becomes obsessed with pushing you to your limits.

"Fuck Y/n, you're making such a mess for me, baby."

Jeonghan: Honestly, it would surprise him more than he'd care to admit. He was just focused on finger fucking you and didn't think he was doing anything extraordinary, but similar to Seungcheol...he'd want to see if you could do it again. Might become a menace in the process.

"You can do it again, right, angel? C'mon, give it to me." Ugh I can see the smirk on his face already.

Joshua: He'd honestly take a moment to process what just happened but would be so sweet if you got embarrassed because of what happened. He'd ask if it was too much and offer to change the sheets for you while you take a bath. But don't be fooled by his sweet response because he'd definitely bring it up again in innuendos and tease you for it in the future.

Jun: He isn't quite sure how it happened, but he seems like the kind of guy that would be into it already? But he just wouldn't mention it to you or try anything in particular to get you to squirt. But now that he knows it's possible...he'd ask to see if he can make you do it again.

Soonyoung: Gets really giddy over what just happened. So much so that he doesn't fully realize how spent you are and once he calms down a bit, he'd be rushing to give you the best aftercare in the entire world. Would be cuddling you and then all of a sudden ask you questions about it.

"Did you feel good?"

"It felt good, right?"

"We can do it again if you want."

Wonwoo: This man already researched and has the knowledge stored away in his brain somewhere. But, he would never intentionally try, he was just so lost in the look on your face and how much you were moaning that he wouldn't realize he was subconsciously doing those things he read about. If you were confused or embarrassed, he'd give you a brief (unnecessary) explanation as to why that happened. He'd be really into it and want to see if all the other methods he read about worked just as well.

Jihoon: Will write a song about wanting to drown in your love with the most innuendos you've ever seen. I'm kidding, mostly. No but in all seriousness, it would trigger a cockiness in him that would be so fucking attractive. Ugh whenever he felt like getting an ego boost from now on he'd just roll up his sleeves and finger fuck you until you're screaming his name and drenching his fingers.

Dokyeom: I see him as someone who's normally sweet and very intimate during bed so he would be so entranced in the feeling that he wouldn't realize he was overstimulating you until he felt an unfamiliar pressure around his cock that would force him to pull out and thus causing you to squirt. Man would be silent, wide eyed in SHOCK, but still so turned on and desperate to cum for you that he'd ask if you wanted to keep going.

Mingyu: He's very eager to please and often gets lost in the undeniably incredible feeling of making his favorite person feel good so I'm not surprised he overstimulates you fairly often. But when he makes you squirt for the first time, it would trigger the curious experimentalist in him. After you fall asleep (after much needed aftercare) he would be on his phone all night to look up more ways to make you squirt and tell you all about his findings in the morning with the most excited look on his face.

Minghao: I think he's very in tune with his body as well as his lover's body so I find it surprising if he accidentally overstimulated you...he's too aware for that...but he would caress your body after making you squirt, trying to calm your body and bring you back down to earth with him. He'd give you all the time you needed to stop shaking from the aftershocks of pleasure, whispering loving and soothing words throughout the entire time. I feel like he'd really be into observing what his partner looks like when they cum and after they cum.

Seungkwan: Tries to be nonchalant and act like what just happened didn't boost his ego massively but you could see him literally grinning to himself as he cleaned the sheets. Will definitely want to make you do it again another time but is slightly nervous he just got very lucky and won't be able to move his fingers the same way.

Vernon: "Oh wow." That's it. Kidding (not really) This man would be so frozen just staring at the mess while you tried to calm down. You'd finally noticed him staring and if you started apologizing it would immediately break him out of whatever spell he was under and he'd reassure you that he found it hot...like really hot. Kind of a new fetish for him.

Chan: Becomes an annoying menace who thinks he's a sex god, but it's okay because he's really hot when he's confident and feeling himself. Would tease you for it in the future and probably bring it up when you're being intimate.

"Wait, should we lay down a towel? You made such a mess last time, babe."

A fairly reasonable question, but the smirk he'd have on his face would reveal his true intentions.

[eywathemother]

Fish Lips Part 5

Ship: Aonung x Kiri's twin sister!Reader

Warnings: Language, bullying, gore, fighting, talk of war, injury and blood, slow burn, enemies to lovers (not really a warning just some people don't like that trope), death of (a) character(s), not proofread

Words: 2,170

Keys: (y/n) = your name,,(y/i/n) = your Ikran's name,, Neural Queue= the braid extension of a Na'vi's nervous system that allows them to link up to animals and Ewya,,(y/II/n) = your ilu's name,,

Chapters; Introduction || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 ||

Spoilers for Avatar: The Way of Water A whole ass lot.

Did I tell yall I love ya??????? Nicest ppl ever, I just wanna hug ya n squeeeeze yaa. Okay funny story, my cat King Cinnamon is an insane orange cat, and I was watching Avatar again (It's literally on replay every time I write these fics) and he would only attack the screen when Jake was on the tv. I made him stop ofc, but it was hilarious, HE WOULD HUG THE TV AND TRY TO BITE JAKES FACE LMFAOOA. I don't think he likes Jake much (He is an avid tv watcher btw.)

I deleted this chapter like six times cuz I hated it, I still do but I'm tired of redoing it so I hope you all like it. Ik I said slow burn and it seems like I'm rushing but dw this story still has a long way to go.

It had become a routine of yours and Aonung's to sit on 'his' rock at night, normally just a silent moment between you both. Almost every night you would swim to the rock, and he'd be right next to you ten minutes later. Sometimes he would speak, other times you would, but normally it was just enjoying each other's company.

It has been four months, but you still weren't on the best of terms in your opinion. He'd still let out an insult here and there and you'd jab right back. You took notice of the drastic difference in his behavior towards you, especially lined up next to your siblings.

You didn't understand what was so special about you, you were practically a carbon copy of your brothers, especially Lo'ak who Aonung seemed to dislike the most. Well, technically both of you acted like your father when he was younger, according to your mother.

Rash, irresponsible, and shoot first, ask questions later. Of course, you'd just roll your eyes at that, you couldn't imagine your father getting into stupid fights and arguments. Which was in fact what you were doing in this exact moment with Lo'ak.

" You broke my necklace, you bitch." You yelled, the last part in English, and Lo'ak glowered at you, Tsireya cocked her head at you in confusion.

You stuck out your broken necklace, the beads missing and some handpicked rocks you got from home. His ears went back." Wasn't me!" He snarled, ears going back and smirk from his face falling." You were the only one in the Marui before it was broken." You pointed at his chest; he smacked your hand away.

" It wasn't me, stop always blaming me!" He yelled and you rolled your eyes." Oh yeah then-"

" Knock it off!" Kiri yelled at you two, glaring as well as she could as Tuk braided her hair. You both glared at each other." Mother fucker." You hissed in his ear quietly, and he side eyed you.

" Dickhead."

" Twat face."

You both covered your mouths and giggled to yourself at the childish insults, completely forgetting the argument you were just in." You guys should teach me English! I wanna know what you're saying!" Tsireya stated and you both looked at each other.

" Lo'ak can teach you." You smiled at her patting his back. Aonung, Rotxo, and Neteyam swam over. They were teaching Neteyam how to hunt under the water so that they could take him on hunts.

" What's up." Rotxo waved his hand in greeting, and You all waved back. " I'm trying to convince them to teach me English." Tsireya announced and Neteyam looked at you and you shrugged in response.

" I already caught on to one." Tsireya spoke proudly and you raised a brow." Oh yeah?"

" Yeah, 'bitch'." She repeated your words and you and Lo'ak cringed as Neteyam whipped his head at you two." That's...not really a good thing to say." Lo'ak explained and you snickered quietly to yourself.

"Oh, apologies." She went a bit lower in the water in embarrassment." What does it mean?" Rotxo asked and Aonung eyed you as you giggled with Lo'ak, he had been watching you a lot more, but you pretended not to notice. Neteyam rolled his eyes." It's an insult usually towards girls."

Neteyam glared at you, and you shrugged, you really didn't know she was going to catch on and take interest in your small talks in English with Lo'ak. It normally wasn't even a full conversation; it was more throwing insults and giggling about it afterwards. it was a little game you guys did, having childish humor like the two of you have it was just between you guys.

" Why are you insulting Lo'ak with a female insult?" Tsireya questioned and everyone turned to you." Because he's a big baby girl." You teased taking a braid in his hair and twirling it to piss him off.

He smacked your hand away as you snickered at his annoyance." Anyways, what do you wanna do today?" He asked and everyone looked at each other. " I'm gonna go fix the necklace you broke." You exclaimed huffing at Lo'ak who rolled his eyes." That's what you get for calling me a female insult." You saw a smirk on his face, and you rolled your eyes back at him.

" Seeya." You waved at them, and everyone said goodbye, except for Aonung he just gave a small wave. When you got out of the waters Kiri called you over.

"Yeah?" Kiri nudged her head towards the water where everyone else was." You have an admirer." She teased as Tuk moved her head back into place." Stop moovingg." Tuk whined, you turned your head a bit to catch Aonung flick his eyes back to your big brother. You shook your head." Nah."

" Yes so. He's been staring at you the entire time." You rolled your eyes and waved a hand at her." Okay, whatever you say." She shook her head and went back to her conversation with Tuk as you walked towards your Marui.

When you got back to your families pod your mother was there with Ronal. They stopped and turned to look at you as you awkwardly stood at the entrance." Oh, sorry." You gave a half smile and Ronal's face flickered to the necklace in your hand.

" My, you're quite the crafty one." She put her hands out, gesturing for you to place the necklace in her hands. You did so hesitantly." It was almost finished but it got broken." You explained rubbing the back of your neck.

She ran her hands along the rocks and beads, after an awkward silence she looked up at you." Would you like to help me craft sometime?" She asked, going back to looking at the necklace." Me? Sure!" You grinned at her, and she nodded.

" It's gorgeous dear." She complimented and your ears darkened. You bowed your head a bit in thanks." Thank you." You breathed and smiled, Neytiri handed you a basket as you began to turn and leave.

" Please grab some more fruits for dinner on your way back." She ran her hand over your hair affectionately and you leaned into her touch before she pulled away patting your shoulder.

You gave her a smile before you left to the woods behind the branches of woods that made up the Metkayina village. As you walked slowly through the batch of woods you heard the sound of footsteps behind you.

You turned around, Aonung staring at you with his unbothered stare that he has been giving you all week. You both just stared at each other awkwardly until you cleared your throat to speak." Are you following me?" You smirked and he looked away for a moment before meetings your eyes." No." He responded, surprisingly no smug or rude comment.

You squinted your eyes at him." You've been acting weird." You waited for a response, but he just started walking past you." I'll show you where the best place is to pick fruits if you zip your lip." He smirked at your face; annoyance plastered on it.

You raised an eyebrow at him." Fine then looks like you won't be sharing this amazing fruit picking location because my lips aren't gonna seal for you." You walked past him and continued straight. You didn't hear anything as you continued to walk forward, so you thought he was gone.

" Man, that boy." You mumbled, flicking a branch in front of you." What about me?" His voice rang out and you let out a quick scream. " Jesus Christ, man!!" You held your hand to your racing heart, he let a loud laugh." Who is Jesus Christ?" He asked and you scoffed." Some famous guy from Earth."

" That's a weird thing to yell out after being scared, do I look like Jesus or something?" He asked, his face looked serious, but his eyes were glistening with mirth. It was your turn to laugh." Not even close!" You bent over the basket you were holding your ears and cheeks a dark purple.

When you got done laughing you looked up at him, he was watching your face the whole time. A peaceful silence broke out as you stared at each other as you gained your composure." I still don't like you; you know." He spoke matter of fact, and you rolled your eyes.

" We were having a moment." You turned forward and began your walk again, which this time you noticed his presence." Why did you follow me out here?" Your question booming through the quiet forest. He didn't respond until you turned around to give him a quizzical look.

" I just wanted a walk, is it a crime that I accidentally ran into you." He shrugged and you squinted your eyes at him." In the same spot as me?" You quirked a brow at him, he folded his arms across his chest." It's a pathway bound to be walked on." He argued and he pointed forward.

" Plus, your headed to a beautiful spot where I like to sit." He took a step towards you with a smirk." Wanna join me?" He quizzed but you didn't by it. How come every time your alone and he shows up he claims you're on his spot or area.

After a few beats if silence, his smirk slowly turning to an annoyed pout." Fine don't, you're missing out though, on a great view." He was really trying to convince you to come without actually saying it.

" Oh please, I am the greatest view." You joked and his eyes roamed you up and down before he shrugged and spun on his feet." Hey what was that for?" You hissed at him, and you tugged his arm as you followed him through the trees.

" Aonung?" You looked up at the boy who was giving you a mischievous look. " Look." He poked your cheek directing your face forward as he moved a large leaf out of the front of you. " Woah." You breathed; a waterfall was in front of you with a lake surrounding it.

" See told you." He walked towards a rock and sits on it; you follow close behind looking at all of the plants surrounding the water." Do you have these in the forest?" He asked and you shrugged." Waterfalls and lakes yeah but some of the plants are different."

You admired a flower that was near Aonung's leg, and he looked down." How'd you find this place?" You asked, he placed his feet in the water." Well, it wasn't hard to find I just used my eyes." You scoffed, you moved onto a different rock, placing your mother's basket next to you.

You dipped one foot into the water, moving your feet in the warm water. You could feel his eyes on your and you turned your head his way." You've been staring at me." You spoke, and he turned his head fully towards you.

" I haven't." He scoffed in denial, and you rolled your eyes, smirking at him. " Well thanks for showing me your lovely place, I still don't like and I need to go get fruit for my mother." You stood up and he got up as well." I'll show you the fruit spot."

You unconsciously smiled at him which made him give you a quizzical look." What?" He asked and you wiped the smile from your face." What, I wasn't' smiling."

He rolled his eyes and gestured for you to follow, you picked up your pace and fell beside him as he walked you towards this fruit pocket of a sort. It was a peaceful silence that followed your walk towards the fruit but the whole time you were wondering as to why he was being so nice to you today.

" That necklace you had in your hand in the waters with Lo'ak," He broke the silence, but pausing to make sure you were listening." Who is it for?" You shrugged at his unusual question." It was more for a reminder of home, but since it lost some of it's pieces I don't think I'll finish it." You stated, smiling at the thought of Ronal's compliment of it." Why do you ask?"

" No reason." When you reached the area Aonung helped you pick some but reminded you he was doing himself a favor and not there to help you. When you got done picking you headed back with him, it was almost late afternoon, so you had to hurry it up.

" I still don't like you, forest girl." He reminded you once you reached the point where you went your separate ways." Yeah yeah, don't think I like you either fish boy." He shook his head and walked away. Today was definitely an odd day, but peaceful nonetheless, you felt like you were finally starting to fit in.

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Hiii viiiiiiiiin hope your day is going good your writing is really good😍😍💖💌❤💗🌹💋💞👍👍😭👏 so I was wondering if I could please request red hair pirates x reader(gender dosent really matter do what your comfortble with😊) and the reader has really cute personlity always giving everyone a hug/kiss to comfort them if they are having a bad bakes a almost all the time. Can be navie and too quick to trust people lol so innocent...always to the scenario i would like to request the reader makes a new friend brings them to the red force to meet the red hair pirates but later on the readers so called new friends starts to become mean often saying rude/mean comments to reader when reader crew mates arnt around their(red hair pirates) in readers innocent mind dosent really think or even tell them and tries to comfort their "new friend" but things only get worse. One day the reader new friend betrayes reader(does somthing really horrible) and makes reader cry and when the red hair pirates found out they ofc take action. By the way can you make this story end happliy?

Thanks so much for your hard work have a amazing day viiiiiiin!💗💗❤

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Red Haired Pirates x Sweet / Naive Reader

Includes: GN Reader , Red Haired Pirates , and Reader's "Friend"

A / N: THANK YOU !!! I'm glad you appreciate my work lol ! I hope you have an amazing day as well <33. I'm comfortable writing any gender ! I usually write GN readers though so anyone can fit themselves into the situation ! I can write for male or female readers too !! I hope this is up to your standards !!! If you'd like me to redo it lmk <33 enjoy !!

"Don't get yourselves hurt !!" You giggled while hugging Benn. You went to turn around to wander back onto the ship until you heard the clearing of a throat.

"Where's my hug , Reader ? You gonna leave me hangin' ?" You could recognize that voice from miles away. You turned your head , only for your gaze to be met with soft brown ones. You laughed again and embraced the red haired captain. Once you let go , he raised an eyebrow.

"Forgettin' somethin' , darling ?" He asked with a wide playful smile on his face. You rolled your eyes and scoffed , kissing his chin. The feeling of his stubble tickled your own chin , making you smile.

"Heyyy ! What about me !!" You heard from beside you. You turned your eyes to the pouting sniper next to you. "I'm sorry , Yasopp ! Didn't mean to forget you." You jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck. He laughed at your actions and put his arms around your smaller waist , swinging you around like a little kid.

"I'm not gonna put you down until you finish !" He laughed , causing you to laugh as well. You were beginning to get dizzy , so you pressed a kiss to his cheek. Once he felt your lips against his skin , he finally dropped you. You staggered on the ground for a moment , head spinning like crazy. "Come on , Yasopp ! That was mean !" You pouted , crossing your arms and huffing.

The crew started laughing at the pout that formed on your lips. You stumbled into Roux , who had ended up behind you. You were about to turn to him , but he picked you up. "And don't forget me , Reader !" He laughed as he squeezed your smaller form. You made a noise of surprise and laughed louder. You kissed his cheek and jumped out of his arms.

"Go on , boys. If ya don't go now , you're not gonna remember what you gotta get. Have fun !!" You cheered , jumping onto the deck and waving at them. You would join them soon since you had to get some new clothes , but you wanted to go alone. Because of this , you waited for them to go ahead of you.

You weren't worried about protection. You could protect yourself , that's why you're on the crew. Shanks trusted you to watch the ship until they got back. Though , you weren't gonna stay on the ship. Your little secret.

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It's been over an hour since the guys left the ship. You walked out of your quarters (after your little nap) and grabbed your weapon. You thought you'd maybe grab a drink while you were out.

You snuck off of the Red Force with your weapon attached to your hip. You skipped into the vibrant town nearby , a goofy smile on your lips. Your eyes scanned the area in an attempt to find a clothing store or a bar. You noticed a lot of stands , weapon shops , and many people walking up and down the streets.

Just as you began to lose hope , you noticed a medium sized building near a food court. The place had mannequins wearing outfits in the front window , so you assumed it was a clothing store. You smiled and walked into the store with a slight pep in your step.

"No . . No . . Aha ! " You picked up a top that matched one of the old ones you had , and you thought about grabbing it.

"That top would look cute on you !" You heard from next to you. You turned your doe eyes towards the woman standing next to you. She had beautiful , slicked back raven hair with vibrant blue eyes. She had pale skin and rosy cheeks that made her look adorable. She wore a white crop top with a heart cut on her chest. It had a turtleneck top to it and tightened underneath her breasts. She had black shorts and long , white high heels. She also had a star pin in her hair and her right arm had a tattoo sleeve on it.

You giggled and twirled with the top in your hand. "You think so ? Thank you !" You blushed , heart fluttering from the compliment. "Hey , would you want to help me find a top too ? You seem like you'd have great taste." She said kindly , smiling softly. "Of course !" You threw your arms in the air and smiled wider. She chuckled and brought you over to a section that she seemed to like.

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You two ended up spending 2 hours together. She even bought you all of the outfits you picked out and you bought hers ! After shopping , you two had went to go get some food. You learned that you two shared a favorite food , which made you two laugh. You two spoke smoothly to each other. It seemed like you both had a lot in common.

She was a pirate too ! She said her crew was a secret , however. You did tell her that you were part of the Red Haired Pirates , which surprised the hell out of her. Something about her reaction to that was . . odd. She asked you to bring her to your ship , which you obliged. You guys were gonna be docked here for a few days anyways.

As you got to the ship , you were surprised by a hug from Yasopp and Shanks. They squeezed you and said incoherent things. "Guys , guys ! I can't understand you when you're crying. What happened ? Are you guys okay ??" You asked like a worried parent , eyebrows scrunching.

"We thought you went missing !!" Drunken Shanks cried , smacking your head. The two guys finally let you go as you caught your breath. "I'm fine ! I met a friend ! We got some food and we got some clothes !! Her name is Rika !" You introduced as you walked over to her.

She chuckled and waved to your crew. "I'm Rika. It's a pleasure to meet you all." Some of the more drunken guys ogled at her beauty. Some came up to her , flirted , or just asked questions. You laughed and brought your clothes to your room.

When you came back out , you noticed Benn staring at you. You walked over to him and gently poked his arm to get his attention. "What's wrong , Benn ?" You ingeniously pondered as you stared at his serious face. "Also , what did i say about smokin' ? It's unhealthy. You're gonna kill yourself." You tried to take the cigarette from his lips , but he laughed and tilted his head upwards. Sadly , not even being on your tip toes made you tall enough. You grumbled and pouted.

"Fineee. But still , tell me what's wrong." You sat on the edge of the ship and swung your legs gently. "Nothin' , sweetheart. Nothin' you should worry about , at least." He patted your head and took a puff from his cigarette.

"I know ! Why don't I go make some brownies to make you feel better ?" You cheerfully jumped off of the ledge and smiled widely. As if on cue , Shanks walked up behind you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "Why don't cha make some for all of us , hun ?" He slurred , drunken giggles leaving his lips.

"Oh ! Sure ! I'll make some cake too !! A party for Rika , how does that sound ?!" You asked , causing the guys to cheer loudly. Rika chuckled and walked over to you. "I'm the baker on my ship , so why don't I help you in the kitchen ? It's the least I can do to help , Reader. You're my friend , after all !" She inquired with a strange look on her pale face.

"Are you sure ? I don't want to make you work !!" You turned to her and tilted your head. "Of course ! I insist !" The ravenette enthusiastically spoke. She put her hand in yours and you led her to the kitchen.

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"You put too much water into the batter." She said as she used her hips to push you away from the bowl. "Oh ! Sorry . ." You didn't think you added too much , but you've never really had outside opinions. You believed her. She said she was a baker , after all.

As you wandered around the kitchen , Rika often bumped into you. Sometimes , you'd fall over or hit your hips on the counters. You thought she was either messing around or making mistakes , so you didn't mention it.

"Oh my god , how can you fuck up brownies that badly ? Just let me do it." She huffed , shoving you away from the rest of the batter. You fell into the counter and groaned. "I'm sorry , I didn't mean to. I don't wanna make you do it , please let me help." You pleaded with her , putting your smaller hands on her tattooed arm.

In response , her face turned into one of anger as she pushed you off of her. "Do NOT touch me !" She snided as she mixed the batter together. "Oh ! I'm sorry." You looked sadly at her , making her scoff. "Don't look at me like you're the victim. You just assaulted me ! I don't see why someone like Shanks keeps someone like YOU around."

At her words , you teared up and sniffled. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Is there any way I can make it up to you ?" You inquired , dejected. Your cheeks turned rosy from the face you were trying to hold back your tears.

"You can make it up to me by leaving the crew. They don't need you. You're such a nuisance , GOD. I bet they have you on here out of pity. Or maybe to use you as a scapegoat. You saw how they acted with me. They clearly like me better , and they've only known me for a few hours !" She raged , shoving you into the cabinet. As she spoke , she had slowly gotten closer and closer to you until you were against the wooden cabinet.

"But I -" You attempted to speak , but your throat burned. "You can't even take criticism from a friend. How sad. You're a pirate , act like it." She released you from the cabinet as she put the pans of cake and brownies into the oven.

You sat on the island counter in the middle of the room and twiddled your fingers. "Uhm . . I can watch them from here if you want to go back out to the party." You noticed the faint smell of alcohol on her clothes , so you assumed she was drunk. Maybe she'd apologize in the morning. "Good. Don't fuck it up , sweetheart." She said smoothly , clearly mocking the nickname thay the crew gave you. As she strutted out of the room , you couldn't help but think . . . Did they like her better ? Were they gonna throw you out ? Maybe they told her that. Maybe they're gonna throw you out in the morning.

You didn't realize that you started crying until a sniffling sound made its way to your ears. You used a paper towel to rub your eyes of the tears that threatened to fall. You smiled and stayed in the kitchen until the goods were done.

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Now , the crew was sitting around the deck , eating the treats you and Rika made. You walked over to the ravenette. You tapped her shoulder and watched as she quickly turned around and glared at you. "Yes ?" She harshly spoke , finishing her piece of cake.

"I'm sorry for making you upset earlier. I went into town and bought you a necklace since I remember you saying that you thought it was cute." You pulled the gift out of your pocket and handed it over to her. She nimbly pulled it out of your hand and examined it. She smiled and put it around her thin neck. "Thank you , Reader. I accept your apology." She smiled again. To anyone that wasn't her , it was seen to be fake. But someone else noticed. A certain gray haired , cigarette smoking man caught on. His eyes slowly followed her as she walked to speak to the others on the ship.

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It was now nighttime. Many crew members were passed out on the deck , and those who were able had made their way to their quarters for the night. You had brought Rika to your room and let her sleep in your bed. Instead of giving you some blankets , you slept on the cold wooden floor. You didn't mind , at all. What you found weird was how she kicked you out. Instead of being on the floor in your room , you slept in the kitchen.

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In the morning , you were awoken by someone shaking you. "What are you doing in here , Reader ?" You heard someone ask. You opened your eyes and blinked , taking in your surroundings. You attached the voice to the appearance of the guy in front of you. It was Lucky Roux. You had assumed that he came to make breakfast for the crew.

"Oh , good morning , Roux. I'm sorry if I'm in your way." You lazily sat up and rubbed your eyes. You yawned and stretched your limbs until you heard the satisfying pop of your joints. "You're not in my way. I'm just wonderin' why you're in here. Why aren't ya in your quarters ?" He asked , the sizzling of pans feeling your ears.

You smiled softly and yawned again. "I let Rika take my bed. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable , so I slept in here." Speak of the devil and she shall appear. The ravenette walked into the room and smiled softly.

"Good mornin' , you two." She waved and sat next to you. "I'm guessin' you're the cook ?" Tika pondered aloud. "Yep ! The name's Lucky Roux." His smile widened , but he didn't turn to her. Strange. He seemed to be iffy about her , but neither of you noticed.

The door opened again and you felt someone put their arms on your waist. You knew who it was when you smelled smoke and feint cologne. "Good mornin' , Beck !" You said happily , kissing his chin.

"Good mornin' , darlin'." He replied , putting his head against yours. Unbeknownst to you , sharp blue eyes lingered on the both of you. Those eyes burned holes in your head , jealousy bubbling in her heart.

"I'm almost done with breakfast. Can you three go wake up the rest of the crew ?" Roux asked , not turning his head as to not get distracted from his job. "Sure !" You answered , gently detaching Benn from your body. You jumped off the counter and led the other 2 outside.

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After waking everyone up and eating , you found yourself in the shower room with Rika. You had gotten undressed and in the bath while she took a shower.

"You know , your body is really . . Not interesting." She commented slyly as she washed her slick hair. You looked over at her and tilted your head. "What do you mean ?" You asked while you played with the bubbled in your warm bath.

"You got the attention of the entire crew looking like . . That. You must've done something. What did you do ? Are you some kind of witch ? I wouldn't doubt it , considering you look like one." She answered her own question while not even looking at you. Her words shot you through the heart. You were already pretty insecure and you thought you were getting better.

Even after the shower , her words replayed in your head. Did all of them think that ? Your thoughts were interrupted when you were tripped. "Oops ! Are you okay , Reader ?" Rika sarcastically asked , suppressing a laugh behind her hand.

"Yeah ! I'm fine !" You stood up and brushed your bottom half off. "Everyone makes mistakes !" You smiled and bowed your head gently. "You would know a lot about that , considering your parents made you." This time , she couldn't suppress her laugh. She walked off , swaying her hips as she entered the main area.

You stood there for a minute. Was she okay ? Did you upset her ? Maybe you should get her another gift.

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You had decided to take a walk in the town. You wanted to clear your mind and get Rika a gift to see if she'd forgive you. You know , after kissing and hugging the entire crew.

When on the way back , you wandered around the ship in an attempt to find her. You smiled when you finally found her. You were about to show her the gift , until you heard her voice.

"They don't suspect a thing. That stupid little pirate's bounty will be ours , captain. I can't believe you made me befriend them , though." She leaned against your wall and scoffed. "They're extremely annoying. I can't stand their voice ! Anytime I hear it , I want to rip my hair out." She ranted as she slammed her fist on the wall.

Your vision was clouded by hot tears. You continued listening , even though you knew it was wrong. "I just need to get them out of here. Their face pisses me off. If I don't get this done soon , I'm gonna end up beating them silly. God , I hate this. Why couldn't you put Killeen up to this ?" You didn't know who she was talking to , since you couldn't hear the other end. Though , her words were enough to send you over the edge.

You walked into the bathroom and locked the door. You fell to the ground and began sobbing. You had a problem in the past with insecurities. The Red Haired Pirates had helped you , and you thought you were past it. Her words , oh her words. They tore down any progress you thought you made.

You didn't know how long you were in there until you heard a knock on the door. You hadn't realized you were sobbing until you saw your face in the mirror. You quickly wiped your face and sniffled. "Yes ?" You croaked out , throat burning.

"Are you okay ?" It was Benn. He knew. You didn't know how , but he knew. You unlocked the door and just fell into his arms. You sobbed into his chest and gripped his shirt. He didn't say anything. Instead , he held you and patted your back. He rested his head on yours and rubbed your back. He let you cry for as long as you needed.

The smell of smoke lingering on his clothes , along with his gentle touch calmed you slightly. You finally managed to stop crying and you looked up at him. "Am I really -" "No. You're special to us , Reader. We already took care of Rika. Turns out she was a bounty hunter. Don't let people like her tear you down." You sniffled at his words and pulled away. He gently pushed you towards the kitchen , where you met Shanks , Yasopp , and Lucky Roux. Oh ! And Hongo.

Shanks walked up to you and pulled you in with his arm. "It's okay , Reader. You're so , so special to us. You're a Red Haired Pirate , yeah ? I wouldn't have you here if you weren't just the way you are." He smiled and laughed loudly.

You started laughing too , along with the others in the room. "Yeah , Reader. We love ya !" Yasopp chimed in , ruffling your hair. You continued laughing and hugged all of them.

"Thank you , guys." You teared up again , causing them to panic. "Woah , woah , sunshine ! We didn't mean to make ya cry !" Shanks panicked , hugging you again. "Yeah !" Hongo hugged you as well.

"It's not bad. I'm just . . So , so happy to be part of this crew." You sniffled and pulled away from them. "What happened to Rika ?"

As soon as you mentioned the woman , the men looked away and whisled. Shanks looked down at his wrist and put his arm behind his head. "Wellll ! Would ya look at the time ! It's time for us to check out the bar in town !" He changed the topic , marching out of the kitchen.

"Shanks !!" You giggled and ran after him. Any feeling you had disappeared. You didn't know why you doubted them. You knew deep down that you were wrong. You were loved and had as special place to the Red Haired Pirates

[wordsaresimple-imnot]

so you’re taking requests. . . 😳 how do we feel about a fic with Luz just being a biiig softie? he’s such a wiseass all the time, I’d love to see your take on him maybe being more vulnerable and relaxed and emotional in an x reader if you’re up for it (I love the way you were able to characterize Liebgott in your most recent fic) <3 fluff, angst, smut or any other angle you’d wanna go with, totally up to you!

In her arms - George Luz x F!Reader

Okay, so I had already had an idea like this in my drafts and squealed when I read your request! I really, really hope I did him justice and this is what you want/like! If you want a redo please let me know! <3 Please enjoy @littleyankspitfire :)

Summary: George accompanies Malarkey into town after the bombing in Bastogne, needing to see Reader before he entirely falls apart.

Warnings: angst, mentions of war/death/violence, cursing, George is a frazzled mess and just needs to be held, fluffy ending.

A/N: I have the biggest respect for the real life heroes of WWII (and all other wars, past & current), this work & all other works is based on the actor(s) and character(s) portrayed in the Band of Brothers series.

A/N pt 2: I was going to make this have smut but the more I wrote the more I just wanted him to be cuddled and loved. George deserves so much. Might think of a way to do a part 2 with some lovin' for our boy. I hope y'all enjoy this! Please comment, like, reblog <3 <3 <3

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George and Malarkey entered the medic tent like zombies. Neither speaking, just going off of some internal compass pointing them towards their desired destination. Malarkey veers off to the right where Buck is laying on a cot, his eyes as vacant as theirs. George wanders up and down the rows, looking for a familiar face but starts to lose hope when he comes up short. Eventually he gently grabs the arm of a nurse walking by.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for someone." He gives her name and waits.

"Who's asking?" She gives him a skeptical stare and straightens her back.

"I'm George Luz with Easy Company. We're friends." He watches as she relaxes.

"Oh, I've heard of you. She's suppose to be resting for a few hours. Down the road on the left, third building, second floor, first door on the right." She gives him a quick smile and then hurries off in the direction she was originally going.

George follows her direction and soon enough, he's in front of the door. Two deep breathes later and he gives a sharp knock. He waits a beat and then knocks again, calling out to her. There's sounds of movement inside the room and then the door is pulled open. For a moment George feels guilty, having obviously disturbed her much needed nap, but the way he feels like he can finally breathe after seeing her chases the guilt away.

"Hey doll." He tries for his usual upbeat greeting but it comes out almost painful. Her eyes scan his face, a deep frown forming.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

He opens his mouth to answer, but doesn't know what to say. Everything is wrong. Physically I'm fine but everything else is hurt. Before he can finish his thought, his vision is blurred with tears and a quiet sob escapes. As the next one slips out, he's partially falling/being pulled into her arms and maneuvered to the bed.

She situates them so that her back is against the headboard with him draped half on her and half on the bed, head on her torso as more sobs rack his body. The scene is enough to make her own eyes mist over. This isn't the George she knows; he's always the optimistic one with a quick joke or wisecrack to push the darkness away and bring a smile to everyone's faces. Having him cling to her like she's a lifetime and he's drowning makes her worry that this war has finally taken the last bit of light from someone she never thought would lose it. And that terrifies her.

Instead of pressing him to speak, she lets him purge his emotions out while running her fingers through his hair and offering soothing sounds. Eventually his tears start to slow and he focuses on evening out his breathing. She keeps running her fingers through his hair, letting him decide if he wants to talk or not. When he does start to speak, his voice still holds a quiver but the longer he talks, the stronger it becomes. He talks about everything that happened; how what happened with Buck, Guarnere and Toye was still fresh and effecting the company, that the bombings that just happened killed Much and Penkala right in front of him, how if he'd made it to their foxhole he would have been killed, how him and Lipton nearly did die and were only saved by a faulty wire in the bomb that landed right in front of them.

As he spoke, her heart broke again and again over his loses (hers too as she was also friends with this men) and her anxiety grew as he told her about his not once, but twice back to back near death experience. Being in the middle of a war you come to terms with the high probability that you will die, but holding someone and listening to their recount of it nearly happening is not something you can prepare for. Once he's done relaying everything, a heavy silence follows, both of them lost in their thoughts and feelings of the events.

Slowly, George lifts himself from laying on her, moving up on the bed so he's leaning back on the headboard next to her. He grabs one of her hands that is now in her lap and laces their fingers together.

"I thought of you." He keeps his eyes on their interlocked hands, running his thumb back and forth over her soft skin. He see's her turn her head to look at him out of the corner of his eye.

"What do you mean?" She asks when he doesn't look like he's going to continue.

"When I was looking at that bomb at my feet, waiting for it to go off and finish me. You hear of other people that go through near death experiences and they see their life flash before their eyes. That's what I thought was going to happen, that I'd see my family and hometown and family dog. I'd remember all the big and small things I did, things I'd forgotten about. But that didn't happen. Instead, all I could think about was you. How you always make me work for a real laugh from you but I usually get a playful smile and eyeroll, how your tongue peaks out of the corner of your mouth when you're focused on finishing a wrapping or stitch just right, how you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen especially covered in dirt, how I wanted to kiss you that night by the lake when I told you the moonlight in your hair made you look like a goddess but I was too scared." George turns his head to meet her eyes.

"Why are you telling me this?" She whispers.

"Because I'm scared in a different way now. I was scared of starting something when this war could take either of us away at any moment. But after that bomb, all I'm scared of is dying without ever knowing what we could have. Never being able to kiss or hold you like I want. Never telling you that...I love you." George turns enough to face her, maintaining eye contact as he slowly leans his head towards her. "Tell me you don't feel the same. Tell me I'm just losing my mind and I'll leave."

"I love you too, George. However long we have left on this Earth, I want us to be together." She squeezes his hand that was still holding hers and puts her free one on his cheek. The smile that breaks out across his face isn't his usual smirk or something goofy to get a laugh, but a true pure smile that warms her heart. Sending him a matching smile, she tilts her head up and closes the gap between their lips.

The kisses are slow and sweet, almost tentative. Neither of them wanting to break the small bubble of peach they'd crafted around themselves. As they keep up their light exploration of each others mouths, they shift lower onto the bed so they're laying on their sides, wrapped up in each others arms. She pulls back slightly, taking in his soft smile and sleepy eyes, and gives him a quick peck.

"Rest with me a little bit?"

"Long as I get to hold you." He kisses her lips again, then the top of her head before resting his his head on top of hers, holding her as close as possible against himself.

Just as he's drifting off to sleep, he thinks: this is how I want to die, wrapped up in her arms.

[miryum]

Foundling Villa- Epilogue

Royal!Charles Leclerc x Reader. Princess Y/n is arranged to marry Prince Charles. There will be many ups and downs that the author hasn’t planned out yet, but read along to find out more! (Yes, I know that sounds super cheesy) Warnings per chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

Tag list: @notleclerc @sunsumonner @saturnsrinqs @livster @chonkybonky @eau-rougee @champomiel @justyouraverageeverydaysimp @multifandom-loser @atlanticowe

We’re here!!!! Thank you so much to everyone who was so sweet and supportive and I love you all so much!! Finally have time to work on all the requests y’all sent in!

Warnings: perfect fluff

ao3 link  

“Are you kidding me?”

“No, cherié,” Charles grinned cheekily. “I’m not.”

“But didn’t we already do that?” Your hands were pressed to your chest in surprise. 

Charles laughed from his place on one knee. He held a ring box with a beautiful stone surrounded by tiny, intricate diamonds. The stone glimmered in the light and you recognized it as your favourite. “I know, but I want to do it properly this time. I want it to be a happy time, now that war has come and gone from our doorstep. I want the vows to be meaningful. I want to kiss you well. I want to dance with you for the first time again and spin you around and look at you with love. I want people to toast us and not talk about treaties and prosperity. I want them to talk of love and happiness. I want to redo our wedding night.” You laughed softly at that, melting at his words. “I want to marry you again. What do you say?”

“Of course, Charlie.”

Charles leaped up and spun you around. He pressed a messy kiss to your lips. “Really?”

“Charles Leclerc,” he set you down and you cupped his face, saying, “I love you. I will marry you a thousand times over if it means I prove it to you.” Charles grinned, kissing you again, and slid the ring on your finger. “It’s beautiful, Charlie,” you gasped.

“Only the best for my cherié.”

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“I promise to stay by your side, hold you close, and never leave you. I will be with you in sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty, in pain and in pleasure,” the guests chuckled at that and you're pretty sure you heard Pierre’s loud groan. Daniel’s laugh echoed above the crowd. Max rolled his eyes. Charles smirked and continued, “Y/n L/n, I grew to love you and every day, my love for you grows. By the end of our long, love-filled lives, I’m sure my heart will give out from how much I love you. You may be Enza’s beloved princess, but you’ll always be my queen.” He ended his vows with a kiss on the forehead. 

You huffed playfully and rolled your eyes. “I don’t know how to follow that.” You rested your forehead on his and Charles’ smirk fell away into a deep, loving smile. “But our journey has had many ups and downs but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Cause it led me to you.” 

Ralph yelled out, “Cheesy!” You stuck out your tongue in his direction. The crowd laughed.

“I think I’ve already proved to you that I love you and will stay by your side no matter what plagues the land or our relationship. But I promise to stay by your side for the future as well. I have so much love for you that it’s hard to express. I love your compassion and your humour. I love your intelligence and your empathy. I love your family,” Arthur let out a whoop at that. “And you’re not bad-looking, either.” Charles raised a brow and pouted and you didn’t think you could smile any wider. “You have stood by me even when I didn’t want anyone in the same room. You’ve listened when no one else did and gave me confidence when I doubted myself. Charles Leclerc, you are the best man I could’ve asked to spend my life with and I’m so glad you are bound to me by law so you can’t run away.” 

“I would never,” Charles snorted quietly.

“Mmhm. Sure.” You look at him sceptically. Charles dove in for a kiss but the priest muttered something and pushed him back. 

“Can we just say ‘I do’?” Charles whined. “I want to kiss my wife.”

The priest, having had to put up with the Leclerc brothers for a long time, sighed and continued the ceremony that was happening in the Foundling Villa gardens. After hurried ‘I do’s, Charles dipped you low and whispered a, “Hi,” before kissing you passionately. The guests clapped and cheered at the display and you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. 

“Get a room!” Brenda shouted out and Charles broke away to shout back, “Later, we will!” The L/n and Leclerc siblings groaned, disgusted at the thought.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure I love you more.”

[henryyarden]

Okay, I wanted to redo the makeup test I did here. I wasn't that satisfied with the contours and with the scar, so I was like: Let's do it again. And I fucked up with the scar. Just see yourself. But the contours! I'm really proud of them!

At this point, I just gave up. In the meantime, I tried to do my BF's makeup as Vernon Roche because he is sewing his chaperone in the background for the whole time.

By the way, this is him (without makeup), all proud of himself that he did his little weird towel.

Then I said that this is too cute for Vernon.

This is him after I told him to solve 847 ÷ 12. It worked. I'm satisfied. Every time we will do a photoshoot now he just has to divide.

So I did his makeup and came back to the scar and stuff. I used just a little bit of the clay that stayed on my face and let it be. I had no time left because of the light.

Since Tumblr does not allow two videos in one post, here you can watch the rest of it if you are interested:

By the way, this is how it looked when I worked with latex. I think I'll just do it like this till I figure out how to work with the clay.

Unfortunately, it took me so long that we were not able to make any proper photos. The light was already too low at this point. But at least we had some fun and tried the makeup. Enjoy the high-quality bathroom selfies in our dirty mirror.

Vernon in a deep sleep here.

Now you may ask: What is this mess? What it's doing here? Well, this was meant to be a cool post where we show you our summer versions of Rorveth (we are working on full costumes, but it takes so much time especially when we try to use as many historically accurate methods as we can - I can post some of the progress here if anyone is interested ), but since it took more time than intended and we are running out of time even with our summer costumes, I guess we have to wait till the convention (which is next weekend) to show you properly.

So I guess this is just a little teaser to show the Rorveth fandom here that we are actually working on something and it's going to be worth it!

With a photographer we agreed on doing some photos outside the convention area and I specially requested some "photos with feels and story behind them", so I really hope you'll like it! I count on this fandom! I've already asked you about Roche's tattoos and about other stuff and I love how the fandom lives here. (So, if you have any ideas or special requests on Rorveth summer/casual/no fight photos, I'm listening!!!)

And if you don't know me: Hi, I'm Klíště and I write terribly long posts and please someone stop me because on Tumblr I have no self-control.

[k9pestilence]

jeff the killer ! minor gore, i really don't know if it's enough to be counted as mature..? guess i'll know if the post gets taken down. (i have no clue how tumblr works with that.)

probably our favorite creepypasta character from when we were younger; no idea if the fandom is still around or if they're all just hiding in the shadows or what, hopefully if we are still around i hope everyone else finds this </3

idk if i'm happy with how it came out. i liked the sketch better when it came to the background. but it was a nice practice with harsh lighting and perspective :) part of me wants to redo all the colors and get rid of the background, but i think i will keep it as a reference to look back on later when our background skills have hopefully improved. we have not drawn much backgrounds in many years. i can always draw more jeff in the future as well as other creepypastas or other interests we have.

regardless of how the art turned out, i hope you enjoy it. :) if you would like the highest quality version, please download from our deviantart (as tumblr required us to suppress the quality.): https://www.deviantart.com/k9pestilence/art/JEFF-THE-KILLER-Creepypasta-Fanart-984160695

[musings-of-a-rose]

Since Forever

Pairing: Zach Wellison x f!reader

Word Count: 1150+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: @micheleamidalajedi ​ something happened with your official ask so I had to redo it this way! I am so THRILLED you requested my beloved and underrated Zach!

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Main Masterlist

Zach Wellison Masterlist

It took nearly dying while on tour for Zach to realize the one thing he would regret is not telling you how he feels about you. 

As he was laying in the medic tent being stitched up, all he could think about was you. Your laugh, your smile, the way you get this sparkle in your eyes whenever you talk about something you really love. 

He didn't know he was in love with you until that moment, just making it past the blast radius from a couple of handmade explosives and all he saw was you.

It makes sense though. Looking back on your life growing up together, Zach realized that he'd loved you since the moment you asked him to make mud pies for your wedding in kindergarten. He just didn't realize it until now. 

He hoped he wasn't too late.

Due to his injuries, he was sent home from his tour early. He’d be fine but they didn’t want people with injuries to be in the trenches, so to speak. The moment he stepped out of the airport, he hailed a cab, immediately giving the driver your address. 

Zach wipes his palms down his pant legs nervously, bouncing his leg rapidly to try and relieve some of the nerves. He’d faced giant desert spiders, starvation, dehydration, literal enemies trying to kill him, but this may be the death of him. All this waiting and the uncertainty of your answer. But he knows he has to tell you - he can’t spend another day alive without telling you. 

The cab pulls up to your home and Zach hands him some cash to cover the ride and a tip, thanking him as he practically launches himself from the cab. But once he’s at your door, he freezes, hand curled into a fist to knock on the door. 

What if she freaks out? 

What if she doesn’t feel the same? 

What if she tells me this is too weird and she never wants to see me again?

Before he can run and think more on this, the door opens and there you stand, in a tank top and little pajama shorts, looking half asleep. Shit, he’d forgotten how early it was with the time difference. She blinks and rubs her eyes, trying to focus on him.

“Zach?”

“Hey, Bean.”

She reaches out a hand, placing her palm on his chest. “It’s…you’re really here?”

“I am.”

Without hesitation, she jumps into his arms, flinging her own around his neck as she hugs him tight. He grunts in pain and he hates himself for ruining the moment for as soon as the sound left his lips, she lets go of him, dropping to the floor.

“What happened? You weren’t due back for another 4 months! Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” She palming at his fatigues, as if she were trying to see through it.

“I was hurt, yeah-”

She gasps, hands flying to her mouth. “Are you ok?”

Zach grabs her by the shoulders to stop her from freaking out. “I’m ok, Bean. I mean, I almost wasn’t but I was lucky. They sent me home because they couldn’t have any injuries outside of minor scrapes and cuts-”

“IT’S MORE THAN MINOR??” Worry fills her eyes as she rakes them over his body.

“Bean, look at me.” Her eyes find his and he smiles at her. “I’m ok, really. They stitched me up and sent me home. If I wasn’t ok, I’d still be in the med tent.”

She nods and Zach is surprised to find tears falling from her eyes. “Can…can I hug you?”

Zach pulls her in immediately, moving her around where he has stitches and holds her tight. She holds him back and he hears her sniffling into his chest, so he kisses the top of her head. They stay like that for a minute before she pulls back, wiping at her face. 

“I’m s-sorry, Z-Zach. I l-left a w-wet m-mark on your cl-clothes.” She’s still coming down from the crying, her speech stuttered with sobs.

Zach cups her chin and lifts it to look at him. “Bean, it’s ok. I’m not worried about-”

Her lips press to his and he freezes, his brain trying to catch up with what was happening. She feels the same way?

But he takes too long to respond, his body frozen and she misinterprets his non response as a bad sign. She breaks the kiss and backs up a step, her arms wrapping around herself as she avoids eye contact with him.

“I-I’m sorry, Zach. I didn’t mean to fuck things up. Can we just forget about it and move on?”

Work, brain! Make words!

“No.”

Her eyes meet his briefly, filling with fresh tears that were caused by his blunt response. 

“Please, Zach. I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

Zach shakes his head. “No, I meant I’m not forgetting the kiss.”

She sobs and takes a deep breath. “Can’t you? I don’t want to lose-”

His large hands come up to hold her face as he pulls her to him, pressing his lips to hers. His tongue gently brushes against her soft lips and she parts them, her hands coming up to fist in the fabric of his fatigues. She’s perfect and warm and here and she feels the same for him. She has to, right? She is kissing him. Or is this because he was injured overseas?

Zach pulls back, her head still in his hands as he stares into her eyes.

“Why did you kiss me?” He asks.

To his surprise, she shifts nervously, almost looking…embarrassed?

“Bean?”

“Because I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

His eyebrows raise as he takes her in, the same face he’s known practically his whole life, fully appreciating how breathtaking she was. 

“But if you don’t feel the same, that’s ok. We can forget it and I’ll just get over it and-”

“Don’t you dare.”

“I-what?”

Zach smiles, a little chuckle coming from his chest. “Don’t you dare forget those feelings.”

Her eyes finally find his. “Why?”

Zach makes sure she’s looking at him when he speaks. “Because I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

A smile slowly stretches across her face as she realizes what he’s said. “R-really?”

He pulls her face close to his, speaking low and quiet before kissing her. “I love you so much, Bean.”

She grips the fabric of his shirt and starts to pull him inside, Zach gently closing the door behind him with his foot, neither one of them breaking the kiss that they’d each longed for for so long.

—----

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Fluffy Feb Day 1- First Date

Warnings: sleep interrupted, angsty-ish start (sorry)

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 942

A/N: here we go!!! I’m crazy excited for this month; these blurbs have been a labour of love, and I really hope y’all enjoy them :)

When Aaron first asked you out, two months after moving into the apartment down the hall from yours, you were ecstatic. Of course you were.

After all, he’s tall and handsome and kind. He’s always quick to smile at you in the elevator, or make his son laugh. You’ve only seen the kid once or twice, but the gentleness with which Aaron treats him is a dead giveaway that tells you how cherished he is.

All in all, you were excited to go on a date with Aaron. You’ve been excited ever since he came over to ask for a cup of sugar and ended up asking you out instead. You’ve been excited for four months now, and that excitement is slowly waning into the understanding that he just doesn’t want to go out with you.

Why else would he cancel this many times, usually at the last minute? Why else would he only use your phone number to text you, abruptly getting your attention at the oddest hours of the night just to say ‘I’m sorry, something came up’, or ‘I won’t be able to make it tomorrow’, or ‘Can you collect my mail for a few days?’?

It’s hardly subtle anymore, and it’s getting harder to ignore the facts. He obviously regrets asking you out. He doesn’t want to make things weird, since you’re neighbours.

It’s a little confusing that he keeps rescheduling, though. ‘I have to work Saturday’ is always followed by, ‘But does next week work for you?’, until the day that it isn’t.

He cancels for the hundredth time, as he always does, at the last minute by citing a work emergency. No text follows, no attempt made to reschedule. Just ‘I’m going to have to work tonight’.

Maybe it’s the lack of apology, or the lack of response to your, ‘It’s okay. Raincheck?’ that makes you realize that you’ve given Aaron far too many chances by now. You won’t be going out with him, and you just have to accept that.

Well, you’ve officially got no plans for your Friday night. Eventually you go to sleep early with a frown on your face, and a phone that doesn’t ping with a text from Aaron all night.

———

You’re awoken shortly after 7 AM by a knock on your door. It’s so early that the sun is barely up, casting the room into a dim sunrise glow as you scramble to find a robe and get to the door before the knocking ceases.

When the door opens, it reveals Aaron with a bundle of flowers in one hand and the other poised to knock again. He freezes in position, but quickly schools himself into a smile and holds out the flowers. “I hope I didn’t wake you,” he greets.

The confusion on your face prompts him to continue speaking while you take in his appearance. He looks dishevelled in dark blue jeans and a black polo shirt, there’s dark bags under his eyes, and his hair is tufted up in the back. You’re so busy staring that you almost forget to listen to him.

“We just landed an hour ago. I didn’t feel right, cancelling on you again, so…” he holds the flowers out again, and this time you take them. “I was hoping for a redo. Can I take you out for breakfast?”

“You look exhausted,” is the first thing you can think to say, and he gives you a tired smile in return. “Are you seriously wanting to go out right now?”

“Yes.” The affirmation gives no room for argument. “I want to take you out. I’ve been wanting to for months, so I think we should take the chance while we’ve got it.”

One hand comes up to scrub over your face, wiping away traces of sleep. “It’s seven in the morning.”

“It is.” He looks back at you with eyes that narrow slightly, as though in realization. “You were sleeping.”

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself on the doorframe with one hand. Aaron is still looking at you with a guilty grimace on his face, not speaking. 

“I’ll tell you what,” you say after an agonizing silence, “You can take me out to breakfast. But,” you hurry to finish speaking before he can get too excited, “That has to be our second date.”

A slowly-growing smile replaces the guilt on Aaron’s face. “So, what should the first date be?” He asks, leaning against the side of the doorframe opposite to your hand. “Since you’ve got all these ideas.”

“I think we should take a nap.” You open your door the rest of the way, giving Aaron an in that he takes with a small step forward. “I barely slept, and you look like you don’t remember what a bed looks like.”

“That obvious?” He scratches the back of his head, and you smile as the bashful gesture as you usher him in to the apartment.

“Very obvious. Besides,” you point out as the apartment door closes and Aaron takes your hand in his, “What kind of restaurant is open this early on a Saturday?”

You aren’t sure about this whole date thing, not at all. His work schedule is unpredictable at best, he’s obviously got a wildly different sleep schedule than you, and he’s got a kid. Are you ready to be a parent, if it ends up going that well? You aren’t sure.

But when Aaron tilts his head back and laughs aloud at your comment- whether it’s from exhaustion or thinking you’re just that funny, you can’t be sure- you know that you’ll do whatever you can to make this work.

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[mikanotes]

— hanabi

arisu x gn!reader

genre: fluff bcos i’m being nice, implied soulmates, shortfic

warnings: canon divergence and mentions of death, hospitals, injuries, blood, underage drinking and alcohol.

synopsis: It’s New Years’. You take some time to think about your closest friend and how nice fireworks are.

author’s note: happy new year! thank you for all the kindness this year again. i hope you can continue to enjoy my works as i hopefully improve even more! thank you again. enjoy the fireworks as well as this fic featuring one of the characters that bring me most comfort! arisu ryohei. cheers c:

“How long has it been since you last saw fireworks?”

“Since that day.”

You looked up as the fireworks found by a group of hopeful teenagers set off and fired into the sky. They exploded into what felt like millions of colors from this up-close, floating above the hill you laid on. The grass was cold but the breeze was light.

It was New Years’, according to someone who’d managed to keep count. In the Borderlands, you didn’t think you’d ever celebrate that. But as old habits die hard, so do traditions. So when a group of high-schoolers giddily yell about having found nice alcohol and fireworks to celebrate, you can’t really do anything about how much their anticipation rubs off on you.

“I didn’t think I would feel this happy watching fireworks.” Arisu hummed in thought, before nodding to himself with a tight-lipped smile, “In here or ever, really.”

“Did you watch them before all of this? We didn’t talk much back in high school.”

“If Karube and Chota managed to pull me out of my room, then sometimes, yeah.” he said and cracked a bright, nostalgic smile. “Did you?”

“Maybe.” you sighed, smiling to yourself.

“So vague.” Arisu chuckled, “But really. This is kind of nice.”

You hummed in agreement. “It is. Surprisingly so.”

You heard cheering from further away and watched as the lights flew closer to the stars again. Arisu’s hand slowly moved over yours, and then clung onto it like it was the most important thing in the world. Truth was sometimes it did feel this way. Maybe you were the most important thing in each other’s worlds. Maybe you cared about one another more than you did anyone else. Maybe you would never admit it alive unless you’d fear one of you would die. But sometimes even while unsaid, some truths are spoken silently— Like in this case, through the touch of your hands holding each other.

You ignored the pain of the open wound under the bandages on your finger and Arisu did the same. Blood seeped through the white fabric and you knew you’d have to redo the whole bandage soon but in this moment not a part of you could worry or care about that. Maybe the comfort of holding each other’s hand was enough to numb the pain.

A new year didn’t mean much here. Maybe it didn’t mean much at all, even in the real world. But you made a wish to the stars for things to be okay this time around— For you two to be together, always. And Arisu silently hoped for you two to survive and somehow get out of this happy, and together.

Months since the meteors. And since the hospital.

You met Arisu Ryohei again.

You two were in the same class for a few years back in high school but hadn’t really talked much since. Somehow, seeing each other again while walking outside the hospital and realizing you’d both survived what seemed like the impossible brought you back together. And as of now, he was probably your closest friend.

As his closest friend, you decided it would be nice to spend New Year’s together to watch the fireworks or maybe fall asleep before it even reached midnight. Whatever it was, Arisu seemed to be on board. He liked coming over and staying with you, anyway.

The sun had long set and the stars were bright.

“Has it been a while since you saw fireworks?”

“Logically, yes. Somehow it doesn’t feel that long.”

Arisu hummed in agreement. “Same. Weird, huh?”

You laughed. “After everything? Honestly, not that much.”

Arisu chuckled and leaned back against the couch on your apartment balcony. It was a funny feeling to be thankful something as unbelievable as meteors crashing down on Tokyo and nearly killing you happened. It was a funny thing to love someone so much you’d be alright going through all the pain again if it meant meeting them again.

Arisu felt it too. Something way longer than the minute the doctors had told him about. Something like a lifetime of suffering spent alongside someone he held dear. Someone who helped him stay alive and not give up. Someone who sat at his side, watching fireworks in comforting silence. Someone he always felt close to without knowing why.

There was something both nostalgic and comforting about the fireworks. You couldn’t tell why exactly.

When Arisu’s hand timidly reached over to hold yours, you felt like it always belonged there, telling you all the things he didn’t dare say out loud.

I think I love you.

You tightened your hand around his and took a deep breath.

This is stupid but it feels like I’ve always known you.

Maybe the stars shining alongside the light of the fireworks had been kind enough to make the two of you meet again. Or perhaps the red scars that circled around your pinkies like rings were made with fate. Either way, you were meant to be.

[madwomansapologist]

hello! i saw you would like to write for the bear! would you consider writing yandere stuff for richie? tysm!

richie jerimovich being obsessed would include

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synopsis: You deserve better than him. Richie knows that. You deserve so much better, but the heart wants what it wants.

warnings: yandere themes. kinda tsundere, but still. actually unrequited hate.

note: please I need people to make icons of richie!!! i can only find the same two pics and they're not even that good. also thanks to your request my dear, hope you like it!

• Richie tried to ignore you. He really did. Richie tried so hard to not think about you. To not look at you. To not get lost on your eyes. To not burn his hand instead of cooking because he got distracted watching you working. Richie tried so hard, but he never was strong.

• Maybe he would be able to ignore you, if it wasn't for The Beef. If you didn't work there, if you wasn't part of his life, maybe Richie could've stayed away. Maybe he could've convinced himself that you weren't that important.

• So, unable to ignore you, Richie tried to push you away. Bossy, rude, impolite: he uses his face like a new clothe. If you didn't want to be around him, then you would free him from... From you.

• No one realized that he loved you. But he did love you. Deeply. Richie ache for you. No one realized that, and it included you. Richie expect you to back away, but he couldn't control your reaction: since the moment you understood he was an asshole, you decided to make his life a hell.

• He hates you, so what a better way to hurt Richie than to be constantly bothering him? Always cooking beside him, talking without thinking first, making sure to overstep so he can be uncomfortable. You really thought you were making something.

• Some way you really were torturing Richie, but not how you expected.

• Richie couldn't help but fall in love with the way you love cooking. How you can do it as a second nature, without even thinking about it. He loves to watch your hands, and you are always so close to him. Always arguing, screaming, fighting with Carmy because you are so sure of what you're doing. Richie don't even know the amount of times he got to redo everything because he got distracted on you.

• And he loves to hear you jabbering. To hear anything that passes your head. All Richie want is to know exactly what you're thinking, all the damn time. Your voice could put him to sleep, but he makes an effort to be concentrated on you.

• You didn't even noticed when he stopped being an asshole. Richie just understood that the universe couldn't help him. That the universe wouldn't have mercy on him. Because you deserve better. You deserve so much better. But if nothing can make you ignore him, then how could Richie ignore you?

• He didn't act. Richie didn't told you anything. He just accepted that nothing could stop him from loving you. Still wearing that angry facade, he took care of you. Complaining about how foolish you are, Richie makes sure you don't forget your coat on the way home. Bad mouthing his performance, he makes you take breaks to rest. Yelling at you, he made you start heading home on a safer path.

• And, for now, Richie won't act. Not while he don't deserve you. But he's working on that.

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Tuesdays?

Ship: Steadyhands x Reader Request by @bbygrill18! Notes: My very first request!! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ Featuring my favorite boys helping afab!reader with period cramps. I decided to stick with gender neutral pronouns so everyone can enjoy! (Hope that’s alright!) Warnings: mentions of blood/period things, some implications of Y/N being treated poorly on past crews (nothing more severe than canon)

You woke up feeling like you had been stabbed. 

Well, shit.

There go your plans to have a lovely day with your lovers.

You weren’t sure if it was better when you knew it was coming or when it was a shock. On the one hand, when it came slowly, you could plan ahead. But it also meant that the anticipation loomed over you like a knife. When it came quickly, you couldn’t plan but you also couldn’t dread it. Honestly it sounded like one of those annoying choices where you didn’t actually have a real choice. Between a rock and a hard place.

Of course your preference didn’t matter to your body so when you’d woken up this morning with a familiar dull ache in your abdomen, you hadn’t been able to plan (though considering that you’d been on cloud nine ever since starting a relationship with all three of your crushes, you probably wouldn’t have been able to plan all that well). 

The first time you’d gotten your monthly after moving into the captains’ cabin with your lovers and of course it had to be a bad one of course… And you already knew it would only get worse later in the day.

 It took a tremendous amount of willpower to wriggle out of Ed’s arms and away from Stede’s warmth and the soft silky sheets. Both because of how much they both cling to you in their sleep (adorable) and because you really wanted nothing more than to curl up in their arms for the foreseeable future. Izzy, being the workaholic he was, had long since woken up. Ed whined under his breath as you made your escape and you paused just long enough to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Sorry love.” 

You all but ran into the bathroom. Sighing in annoyance as you gathered your things, you quickly switched out your sanitary products. (Of course as soon as Stede had found out about you, he’d gotten you all the best supplies money could buy, making sure to buy each kind since he didn’t know what your preference was.) You’d usually stay and eat with your lovers but you wanted to get some work done before your cramps got worse so you grabbed a quick bite of breakfast and then went on your way.

You knew that it wouldn’t take long for your partners to notice that something was off, but you could delay for a bit longer. 

Honestly you had no idea what to do. You’d been on different crews before joining up with the Revenge and back then you’d just work through the pain. Both because time off wasn’t a luxury you could afford and because you knew most ships weren’t too kind about women on board. On the rare occasions that it got unbearable, you managed to play it off as an illness.  

You'd have been able to just take a day or two off on the Revenge, courtesy of Stede’s generous vacation policy. But you usually just worked through it. You hadn’t been a pirate nearly as long as Ed or Izzy but you certainly knew how unforgiving the world could be about weakness. And even though you knew that you were safe here, it was a hard habit to break.

Izzy stared at you with a raised eyebrow as you walked on deck, clearly surprised that you were awake so early. He returned your overcompensatingly chipper “Good morning” with a mumble of “morning…?” which sounded confused enough to be a question.

You tried to ignore both him and the building throbbing pain in your gut as you went about checking the rigging and redoing a few knots.

You could feel Izzy looming. But you wanted to avoid the incoming conversation so you did your damndest not to think about it as you adjusted the rigging. As you finished that up you turned and nearly barreled into Izzy, who had apparently been looming over you this entire time.

“Are you alright?” His tone sounded closer to an accusation than a question but you knew Izzy well enough to know just from the look on his face that he was worried. “Are you sick?” He added before you could answer, glancing down at where your arm was wrapped around your midsection.

“Yeah, I’m fine! No worries.” You immediately dropped your arm, trying to make it look casual as you instead leaned back against the railing.

Izzy narrowed his eyes then, after a brief pause, grabbed you by the arm and all but dragged you towards the cabin.

“Izzy!” You yelped in surprise. You tried to pull your arm free but, while Izzy’s grip was gentle enough not to hurt you, it was unbreakable. You gave up rather quickly as you knew full well that in a battle of strength, Izzy would win so you allowed him to drag you into the captains’ cabin and all but threw you in.

Stede seemed to be in the middle of preparing breakfast while Ed was still huddled up in bed, only his hair and one arm visible from under the covers. Stede beamed at your sudden arrival. “Good morning, loves!”

“Morning.” You couldn’t help but smile when you saw that expression on Stede’s face. It was adorable.

You were all ready to drop the subject of your less than stellar condition but it seemed that Izzy was not. He stood leaned against the doorframe, notably blocking you in. “There’s something going on with them and they’re not telling me what it is. They might be sick.” He reported, the edge in his tone barely noticeable. “Do the talk-it-through shit.”

Stede’s face immediately fell and Ed’s head popped up from under the sheets. 

“Oh darling, come sit.” Stede patted the couch and smiled, concern clear on his face.

You sighed. “It's really not a big deal…” You waved your hands dismissively. 

“Pish posh!” Stede exclaimed and gently pulled you into the couch and pressed a cup of fresh tea into your hand. “If it’s bothering you then it most certainly is a big deal.”

You were about to dismiss again when you were suddenly grabbed from behind, a curtain of dark hair blocking your view as you tried to look around. Ed leaned against you from behind the couch. In a shockingly graceful movement for a man who had just dragged himself out of bed, Ed clambered over the couch and positioned himself at your side and wrapped his arms and legs around you. 

You were officially trapped. Well, honestly you had been since the moment Izzy had grabbed you but now with Ed clinging to you, Stede’s unfairly convincing smiles and Izzy guarding the door, escape had officially become impossible. You sighed and relaxed fully, accepting your fate of a rather awkward conversation.

Izzy still lingered by the door, though whether he was more worried about you running away or someone sneaking up on you while you were vulnerable, was hard to guess. It may very well be both.

Stede dropped down into a somewhat awkward squat to be on eye level with you and put his hands over yours on the cup. “Well love? What’s the matter? You know my rule on this ship. We talk it through…”

“As a crew.” You finished with a small smile. You resisted the urge to minimize again and just stated flatly. “It’s my time of the month and I’m in quite a bit of pain.”

You managed to avoid laughing when Izzy raised a brow and whispered a soft confused “That hurts?” to himself, seemingly genuinely confused. But your composure didn’t last.

Ed mumbled a sleepy “What time?” He buried his face into your shoulder and added, “Tuesdays? Bet it’s a fuckin’ thing.” You couldn’t help but snort at that. You were fairly sure Ed was grinning as well, probably hoping to make you laugh.

“Oh honey,” Stede soothed. “Is there anything I can do to help? What do you normally do?”

You sighed, gently sipping your tea. “I don’t usually do anything actually. Just do what I do everyday.” Poor Stede looked heartbroken. “Most ships aren’t all that excited to have a woman on board.” You reminded. “I couldn’t exactly say what was really wrong and if I was ‘sick’ too much I’d probably get tossed overboard for the trouble. What kind of ship would want a crew member who got bedridden every month?”  

Izzy hissed in sympathy. You had no doubt he’d worked through illnesses before. Even Ed clung to you a little tighter.

“That’s horrible, dear.” Stede sympathized. You shrugged in response. That was just how things were. “But you know that here you can take all the time you need.”

“You always make me rest. Rather hypocritical.” Izzy added.

“I know. I know. But it’s an old habit. Sorry for keeping it from you.” You responded.

“I could take a nap.” Ed mused. You almost rolled your eyes. Ed was the only person you’d ever met who could sleep for a million years and still decide to go back to bed when he woke up. “Might make you feel better?” He offered.

“How about a heat pack as well? They always seemed to help Mary.” Stede offered.

“Never tried one. I’d like to though.” You smiled lightly.

“I’ll get it.” Izzy jumped at the chance to help and all but ran out of the cabin, mission acquired.

You chuckled, finishing your tea. Stede was quick to take the cup. Ed, seeing that you no longer had a breakable cup in your hand was quick to stand, pulling you up with him. You yelped in surprise but were smiling. “Ed! Careful!” Stede softly reprimanded. 

Ed ignored him and curled up in bed with you in tow. He was quick to pull you up against him, being the big spoon for once. 

Stede stepped in and gently wrapped both of you in blankets. Stede planted a kiss on Ed’s cheek then yours. “You rest. I’ll get you something to eat alright? And some chocolate?”

“Chocolate.” You mused. “Yes please.” 

Stede smiled and left the room with a chipper “Be back in a moment.”

Mere moments after Stede left, Izzy returned. He’d been so quick you were wondering if he’d run all the way to the kitchen to get the hot water and the water skin. Knowing Izzy, he probably had. He paused just long enough to grab a very soft towel to wrap the water skin in and knelt by the bed so he could gently help you rest it against your abdomen. The heat was heavenly against your skin, the cramping going from painful to barely uncomfortable. You breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Better?” Izzy asked, almost hopeful. 

You nodded, “Much better.”

Izzy hesitated, his fingers twitching towards your hand from where they were on the bed. You took the initiative and grabbed his hand. He gently caressed your hand. “How badly does it usually hurt?” He asked, clearly still upset that you were in pain.

You tightened your grip on his hand. “Depends. Can be really bad or just annoying. Kind of feels like getting punched in the gut to be honest.” You admitted. “Sucks.” It honestly felt kinda good to vent a little.

Izzy sighed. “I have to go back on deck. Someone has to make sure those idiots don’t sink the ship.” Even though he said idiots, his tone was softer. You smiled, glad that he was warming up to the crew. “I’ll make sure to get you another heating pack when this one gets too cold.” With Izzy in charge of that, you doubted you’d have even a second of not having a good heating pack. “Ed,” Izzy addressed. “Make sure they don’t try to go back to work.” He was almost verbatim quoting you the last time he’d gotten sick. 

Ed grinned and released you with one hand just long enough to give a somewhat snarky salute. “Gotcha.”

Before Izzy could leave, you gently pulled his hand up to your lips, planting a soft kiss on his knuckles. “Thank you so much Iz. You’re the best. I love you.”

Izzy, just like he had the first time you had kissed him, turned every shade of red and stood up so quickly he nearly fell. He mumbled a mix of ‘thank you’, ‘fuck’, and ‘love you too’ and bolted. You chuckled lightly.

“And you always tell me not to tease him?” Ed mumbled into your neck. You could feel his breath on your skin. “Hypocrite.” 

You chuckled breathlessly. “How is it teasing for me to tell one of my boyfriends how much I love him? I love you too, of course. Is that teasing?” You teased. You adjusted, leaning against Ed more and hiding under the blankets.

Ed laughed and planted a soft kiss on the back of your neck. “Love you too.” The two of you sat in silence for a moment. “You know…” Ed broke the silence and you could tell from his tone of voice that he was about to be a menace. “We are all bloodthirsty pirates after all… If you’re still up for it.” It took you a moment. Then Ed said “Wink wink” out loud and it clicked.

“Edward fucking Teach.” You tried to sound disappointed in him but it was severely undercut by how much you were trying to hold back your laughter.

“What?” The menace in question replied, feigning innocence. He planted another kiss where your shoulder meets your neck. “You love me, remember?” He teased.

You groaned but laughed. “Of course I do, you menace.”

You relished the incredible situation you found yourself and could hardly believe it was real. Here you were, one of your lovers holding you, another fetching you your favorite food, and another making sure you were safe and bringing you heating packs. It was such a difference from all the times you’d been curled up alone on other ships that it may well be heaven.

A/N: Hope I did the request justice!

These ridiculous, adorable, and unhinged boys are so fun to write.

Extra Headcanons: You send the boys to get supplies (modern au)

Ed at the store, talking loudly on the phone, 100% seriously: Babe! I’m in the pad aisle, what size pussy you wear?

Hearing you laugh over the phone is 1000% worth all the weird looks

He makes a very interesting picture, decked out in leather with a thick beard and tattoos with a small pastel colored box under his arm

Stede, returns with a shopping cart full of products (he bought one of each size and brand): I wasn’t sure if the colors meant different things ( ; ω ; )

Also bought snacks, three different heating packs and probably anything else in the store that claimed to help.

Izzy, the only one who already knew what you needed since he spotted the box before and made a mental note, walking back to you with a death grip on the shopping bag since this is for you and you need it and trusted him to get it: *intense focus*

Modern!Izzy would complete any task that his partners gave him with the same steely determination as Canon!Izzy handling a raid

Would 100% stab anyone getting in the way of him getting you what you need

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Dirty Little Secret | Xiao x Camgirl! Reader

College au that’s also kind of friends with benefits au.

Summary: He found out your secret. And you’re pushing aside your dignity to keep his mouth shut.

Warnings: blackmail, Xiao being an ass. Like. Damn. I wanted to punch him my self and I’m the one who wrote this. Threats of physical violence, xiao trying to make himself not look like an ass.

Nsfw warnings: Protected vaginal sex, fingering, oral (m receiving), riding, cowgirl position, implied dubcon the first time they almost do it a + when they actually do it the first time. it’s only mentioned though. Loss of virginity

Please tell me if I missed any warnings.

To be honest, I gave up halfway. I’m not really… satisfied with the end result. I could do better, I should do better, but sadly I’m not sure if I can even redo this. Like, the plot is kinda weird and the reader goes from ‘Fuck u” to “fuck me” during certain parts. Idk, it’s just weird.

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You had options.

You had choices that could either make it or ruin it. And if you were being brutally honest, both options were awful. Extremely awful, extremely fucked up and thus, made you distracted from your day-to-day life. After all, how could you concentrate on anything when the knowledge that someone you knew in real life, in the flesh, was holding your dirty little secret over your head like bait for a fish.

He had you, completely and brutally. And you weren’t sure what he had against you, what drove him to dig into those accounts deep enough to find yours. To take screen shots and screen record the videos you posted on it, face out of angle, the camera showing only from the breasts down majority of the time.

Despite your best efforts to hide your face, you had made a single but big mistake – in one of your videos, one of the earlier ones, you forgot to hide the recognizable trinkets that were in your room. Your dorm room rather, only preforming these perverted acts when your roommate is either at class or too busy to be in the room.

You managed to keep it a secret from her, you think. And, if by chance she did know (which is extremely likely) she’s either too embarrassed to say anything about it, or simply doesn’t care. She never alluded to it, however.

So, saying she does know about your… ‘streams’, you can’t say for sure she was the one who told Xiao, or not. Logically speaking, you could ask her… at the risk of telling her what was once a hidden secret. You’re not sure if she knows or if she doesn’t know.

When Xiao first came to you, one hand in his hoodie, the other holding his phone, you thought it was nothing. He didn’t say anything at first, simply staring hard at the screen. But he was blocking your way out of the library.

So, of course, you politely asked him to move. And he did, without uttering a word of rejection or apology. He just stayed quiet.

Until he spoke, words stabbing into you like a steaming knife.

“Didn’t know you were that perverted. Streaming yourself doing lewd things… fucking yourself with a dildo and even saying things they paid you to say. Surprised you didn’t show your face since you were already showing everything else off.”

Freezing in place, you couldn’t find any words. Even now, as the memory resurfaces, you cringe at yourself. You delayed your reply – hell, you didn’t even have to reply. But you were shocked and horrified, and before you knew it, you said something.

You don’t remember what exactly you said, but it was something along the lines of ‘What do you mean? I don’t have an OnlyFans account.”

“I never mentioned OnlyFans.”

And that was mistake number two. You’re not sure which mistake was worse – leaving recognizable objects in sight or letting your mouth run on auto pilot. Maybe they were both equally bad.

And from there…. From there, he just looked at you. Teal dyed hair bright under the library lights, golden eyes sharper than usual. He stared at you, and you stared back, time slowing down. You remember the way you couldn’t breathe, the way he just… stood there.

“You could have played it off. But you didn’t, so all you did was confirmed my suspicions.”

No matter, you wanted to say. You wanted to attempt to at least laugh it off and say he played around too much. That you didn’t know he could be such a jokester.

And so, your dirty secret was revealed under the bright, bright lights that suddenly felt a little too bright. And of course, he followed through with the classic blackmail. It reminded you of a manga you read, once.

Where the male lead blackmailed the girl into pretending to date him so his parents could get off his back. But with time, they started to genuinely fall for each other.

But this wasn’t a manga. There was no particular reason he chose you, nor did it make any sort of sense. Because he didn’t want to tell you, enjoying the way you squirm under pressure. Xiao wasn’t madly in love or even obsessed with you, as you would later find out. He just so happened to come across your account due to one of his friends showing him, and the body type just reminded him of you.

So, he dug a bit deeper, gross curiosity getting to him.

Granted, he knows what he’s doing, what he did, was extremely wrong, but since he already had the information, might as well use it, right?

He knew your dirty little secret and you opened yourself for attack. You want to blame him, and he wants to blame you.

You remember the way the corner of his lip lifted the tiniest bit as he held back a smirk. Even now, the memory of it makes your blood run cold.

“Would be a shame if your family, or even the school were to find out about this. Could get expelled, probably. And your poor family… they would be really disappointed, wouldn’t they?” he showed you the phone screen, your OnlyFans displayed. You tried to swipe his phone, moving towards Xiao only to trip over yourself.

And by the Devil, you fell onto him, chest pressed against his, Xiao stumbling a bit back into the door frame. And just like that, you decided that you despised him. Not because of the boner he was uncomfortable with himself, but because he had whispered into your ear after the shock wore off.

“Didn’t think you would throw yourself at me like this. That desperate to hide your dirty little secret?”

And back to the present, you had two options.

Option one: Tell your parents, your friends, that you were a cam girl to get a bit more pocket money.

Or

Option two: Admit defeat and go to him with your tail tucked between your legs.

Both were horrible because option one would obviously well, ruin your life. Your parents would be disappointed in you and probably regret having you, and your friends would start to look at you differently. And who’s to say that your male friends won’t tease you for it?

Or even try to convince you to sleep with them.

Option two… option two, you don’t know how it would play out. You don’t know what he has in mind, if he’ll ask for money or for sex. Not sure if he would record a video of you doing something humiliating.

But if you don’t choose the options he gave you, he would reveal it to all.

You sigh, closing your eyes. Everything was a mess. Everything was… awful. And you’re not sure how to fix it or even how to sooth it over. Could you convince him?

You had an idea. An idea that probably won’t hit him (Or if it did, he didn’t think much of it, probably wanting you to suffer more) until you brought it up.

Another idea, adding to your original one. Would it work in the long one? You’re not sure. But considering who his father was – Zhongli, a former CEO of… you forgot what, honestly* - he would most likely want to avoid a scandal.

Hopefully.

With that in mind, you stand from your desk and text him, his unsaved number still in your phone from three weeks ago. From when all of this started.

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Xiao was not… good with people. He wasn’t social, his friend group small and tight. Even then, they don’t know everything about him. But he doesn’t know everything about them, either. Secrets were surrounding everyone, everyone had something to hide. Him included.

And he was surprised to find out your own secret.

He came across your OnlyFans by chance. Happened to have a ‘friend’ (a classmate really, only sticking around to have Xiao tutor him without many complaints) who was subscribed to your account. And, attempting to get on Xiao’s good side, showed what was displayed on screen.

His eyes glanced over what was shown, not paying too much attention. Until he saw it. A very specific tee-shirt. A teddy bear that was on the bed in the background, grey covers with pink circle patterns. And… he remembers that mole on your thigh, accidently looking up your skirt when you were walking up the stairs with thigh highs.

The tee-shirt was a birthday present from Venti, he thinks, and like an idiot, you left it hanging from the edge of the bed. The teddy bear had a brown bow and was grey in color – a gift from Lumine, no doubt. Because he was dragged to your birthday part last year when you were still freshmen.

And the reason he recognized your bed covers was because your roommate – Lumine - dragged him into your dorm room, wanting help to move furniture once. But, he thought, it could have been someone else. Maybe they had a similar room. The same mole in the same place, even.

Now, he would be lying if he said he didn’t have perverted thoughts of you. About you.

Hiking your skirt up as he takes you from behind, your moans being muffled by his covers as Venti was away for classes. Sucking his cock, all wet and messy as drool covers his length. Riding him like your life depends on it – he had those thoughts on lonely nights.

But he also had those thoughts about other girls too, or even porn stars whenever he was too pent up. And those thoughts were few and between, too busy with classes or work, not enough time to even fantasize about fucking a girl, let alone get a girlfriend.

He wasn’t one for romance to begin with, causal one-night stands that happened once in a blue moon if he had the chance and was in the mood. So, he wasn’t in love with you. didn’t even talk to you outside of politeness or forced into it by a third party.

But Xiao was also a scumbag.

The moment he saw the account, his curiosity took over. So, like a reasonable and normal member of society, subscribed to you with a different gmail once he got back to his dorm. He whistled at the price – twenty dollars per month. Alright, he guessed.

He has to respect the hustle.

He had scrolled through your videos and pictures, finally finding the video his classmate showed him. Originally, he thought it was fairly recent. He was proven wrong when he looked at the posting date.

You had posted the video five months ago. Upon scrolling down further, he found that it was your third video. You started five months ago, it seems, still amateurish at the time for obvious reasons. He should have left it there. But then he got more curious.

What would be your reaction if you found out Xiao knew about this?

He was mutual friends with your friends and met your parents at your birthday party. And well, you could be gullible at times. Not naïve, but gullible. And besides… it would… be nice to sleep with you, just once.

It’s been the only thing on his mind ever since he discovered your account.

And well, if you decide to play along, he’ll leave you be afterwards. As long as this was kept between you two only.

It’ll become your new dirty little secret.

And even if you said no… he would find something else to hold over your head. The choice was yours honestly. While it’s preferable, he won’t force you into sex. He would probably make you… do something else.

Like cleaning… no, that’s not a good idea. Probably have you do his homework for like a month or so. You’re better in English then he is anyway.

He’ll figure it out later. Something that won’t last long and wasn’t severe, and you two can say goodbye as soon as you graduate. Never to see each other again.

As much as he would like to fuck you if given the chance, he won’t chase after you if you said no. Truth be told, he was, more or less, using this as a form of entertainment. And once he had his fill, he would disappear just like that.

He knows you will too.

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You couldn’t find it in you to hit send. The message was left as a draft, forever staying in the little bar. It could be used as evidence if someone were to ever look into your phone. Which is why you never used your phone to record your streams in the first place. It’s the most private thing a person could have these days.

Which is why you found yourself standing in front of his dorm room, the outfit you wore different from your usual wardrobe under a light coat. Long enough to cover majority of it, fishnet tights and heels on.

It was a holiday and most of the students were off to visit family, The college was basically a ghost town. And venti was gone for the week.

Xiao made a point in telling you that he was going to stay in the dorms.

You think he won’t expect this. He probably thinks you wouldn’t go for this approach. And that’s for the better, camera in hand as you gather the courage to finally knock on the door. You wait for a bit, only for nothing to happen.

Granted, you should have probably texted him. But that could have been risky. Then again, this was probably riskier because anyone could see the security cameras and they would see you go into Xiao’s room. And the fact you won’t leave for at least an hour, maybe less, maybe more, would give them the impression

And despite all that, you were still taking the chance.

Truthfully, in order to even do this, you had to… prepare yourself. A low setting that couldn’t be heard and was barely even felt due to your nerves.

“Fuck… why am I even doing this…,” taking in a deep breath, you knock again. only silence is returned, still holding in your breath. You let it go after a few more seconds, unable to hold it for any longer. Nervous, you fiddle with the camera.

Did he lie to you?

Or maybe he was asleep?

Gone out for a bit?

So many possibilities that cross your mind in the blink of an eye. You bite your lip, scared now. Worried. Not sure if he would show up or if he was even in his room.

Everything and anything was going through your mind, circling like a dog chasing its tail. Despite the chaotic state of your mind, you didn’t pace back and forth, instead standing in place. The only thing moving ere your hands, fidgeting with the camera.

Your thoughts were coming in waves, and you were drowning in them.

“…llo? Hey?”

Jumbled words leave your mouth in a scream, head snapping in the direction of the voice. To your right, there stands Xiao, hair slightly messy, hoodie and sweatpants adorning his figure. Heart still pounding a hundred miles per second, your camera drops to the ground as your hands clasp on your chest. You never understood why people often huff and pant in movies whenever they recover from a scare. Until now.

It really did feel like you were out of breath.

“Oh… oh, it’s you…” a sigh as your body finally relaxes, momentarily forgetting the reason you were here. Forgetting the entire situation, the reason why you were dressed in such an embarrassing outfit in the first place. Instead, only relief fills your system at the fact it’s just him.

Confusion colors his face, a bag of snacks hanging off his arm, hands in pocket. He wants to say something, question why you were here, but doesn’t. instead, he lets you recover from your fright, staring at you. He takes in your appearance.

A beige overcoat that stops just below the knees, fishnet tights covering your legs. Heels that made you a few inches taller. And then his eyes travel upwards… to see the bunny ears. Bunny ears. Fucking bunny ears.

This was supposed to be Christmas, not Halloween.

But then his eyes drop back to the ground, camera catching his attention. You brought along a camera. For what? To take pictures? Ah.

You must be doing cosplay –

“I swear to God that if you think I’m doing cosplay I will throttle you.” crossing your arms, you raise a brow. Sure, he barely – if ever – spoke to girls willingly. But he was attractive enough to gather some attention from themselves, yourself included for freshman year.

Surely, surely, he’s not dense enough to not realize the situation at hand, right?

Or maybe he was in denial because he was such a virgin.

“Um…,” your face and neck start to feel warm, remembering why you were here. You become meek, unable to look him in the eye. The camera catches your eye and as such, you squat down, knees close together and then you stand again. You fiddle with it.

“I… um… are you going anywhere today?”

“No,” he hides a yawn behind his hand, “I’m not. I was planning on… wait, why are you asking?”

You want to throttle him. You can’t tell if he was in a daze, the bags under his eye making him half-dead. Or if he was teasing you, about to embarrass you in some form. But from the way he carried himself, so lax and unbothered, tired even – like he himself forgot the blackmail he found.

You want to keep quiet, to say sorry that you showed up ‘without reason’. To tuck your tail between your legs and laugh it off once you were alone. But just because he doesn’t remember it now – probably due to the supposed lack of sleep judging from the dark circles under his eyes – doesn’t mean he has forgotten it completely.

You dig your heels in.

You were taking a risk. And, disgustingly so, the risk almost seemed…

“Well… I think it’s better if I explain inside your room. If you’re okay with me going in, of course.” Roleplay. You try to think of this as some roleplay.

The thought only works so much, but enough to where you can feel the vibrations. Still on the lowest setting, prepping you.

You hate the fact you had to get yourself wet, at least a bit, beforehand.

Xiao doesn’t say anything, raising a brow with unsaid questions. But with a shrug, he walks to the door, right by you. The floral scent hits him the moment he gets near you. It’s light and even soft. He takes another look at you while fishing out the dorm key from his pocket.

He didn’t notice that you slightly curled your hair the first time. Nor did he notice the eyeliner and mascara, a nice shade of red on your lips. He blinks.

Suddenly, he doesn’t feel as tired anymore.

You’re left in confusion when he goes from s taring at you to violently turning his head away. At first you thought you had offended him in some manner – only to see the tips of his ears turn red.

You were still scared. Nervous. Wary. But it seems like he got the idea, finally realized your intentions. Realized why you showed up at his door at fucking 6 in the morning. Granted, you should have hit send. You were lucky he was even awake at this hour.

“Next… next time you do something like this, doesn’t matter with who, make sure to tell him ahead of time…,” he mumbles, not expecting an answer. Like it was supposed to be under his breath, but he said it louder then intended.

Heavy silence falls over you. Heart racing in your chest, you go in before him as he holds the door for you. He goes in after you. Gulping once he locks the door, legs shaking.

Half of you thought he would laugh at you, mock you – degrade you. That there were hidden cameras in his room, that maybe Venti had stayed behind and was waiting for this moment. To catch you on camera and call you a whore, post the video on a livestream.

The other part half expected him to throw you on the bed like a rag doll.

You tried to prepare yourself for both possibilities mentally. Quietly, like a meek mouse, you take a look around his room.

Two beds, one on each side of the dorm. A gaming computer with a few empty bottles of energy drinks, a slightly messy bed that’s colored with hues of white and purple. Posters of horror movies and video games. It was Xiao’s side of the room, because on the other side, it’s… neater. Like the person hasn’t been there for a good while.

Unlived in.

And Venti, you had learned, is a somewhat messy person. Messier than Xiao, by a glance of his side.

“Um… nice… nice room,” you complement stiffly, the awkward silence cutting and suffocating you. The same could be said for you as he mumbles out a thanks, not making an effort to make you feel more at ease. Maybe because he wasn’t exactly at ease himself.

“So,” you start, swallowing your fears down your throat, turning around to look at him. “So, you… know why I’m here, right?” Your hands feel clammy, the camera close to breaking with the iron grip you have on it.

By now, there was a rush roaring through your veins. Could this be considered taboo?

“Yeah… Sorry for uh…, thinking it was cosplay. I… didn’t think you would uh, do this, ya know?” His eyes look at anything that’s not you. A red hue that’s slowly blooming across his cheeks as lewd thoughts cross his mind no doubt.

You almost found it cute.

Almost.

“I mean… it’s not like you’re black mailing me or anything,” a bite to your words, trying to sound playful. Trying to sound confident, in a way. You’d rather him apologize for blackmailing you.

You’re confused on what and how you should feel.

Maybe he is too.

“Ah… yeah. Listen,” he walks towards you, placing his hands on your shoulders. Away from any possible ‘accidents’ that could happen if his hands travel any lower. Any higher and he might kiss you.

“Listen,” he repeats before taking in a breath. “I… I’m not… I’m not going to force you to have sex with me. I won’t lie and say the idea didn’t cross my mind. truthfully, I didn’t think you’d do… well,” he gestures to you with his eyes, “this.”

“Then what did you think I’d do? Better yet, what did you plan on doing?” one hand abandons the camera, now griping onto his arm. Your nails dig into his sweater, fingers twitching. It’s amazing, how quickly someone’s emotions could change.

“Did you plan on taking pictures, perhaps? It’s not forcing me into sex, right? Oh, maybe you’ll film me so you could have masturbation material – not that you would need any, considering you’re fucking subscribed to my account.”

“Hey, you’re the one who decided to make it in the first place- “

You cut him off, so pissed that he could feel your fist hitting his face already despite your hands pushing him away instead. The camera falls to the floor.

“And so, what if I did? That doesn’t give you the right to use that against me. Me having that account doesn’t make me any less of a person. And it sure as hell doesn’t give you an excuse to try to use me while using that as blackmail.”

The newfound silence isn’t awkward. It’s heavy and hot, burning every inch of your skin. It burns, it suffocates, it stabs. The confusion you felt earlier, unsure if the ‘rush’ you felt was genuine or if you were tricking yourself. That confusion was still there but buried underneath the anger that’s brought to the surface.

You had a point, he thinks.

But he never said he was a good person, he never said that he would tell people. He just phased it in a way you thought that he could. But he never said he would.

And maybe that makes everything worse.

He knows he’s an ass – a person using blackmail for entertainment. Not like he could say that now though, not when you’re seconds away from choking him.

“… I’m not sure what you want me to say. Sorry? Do you want me to say sorry? We both know that won’t do anything here, and even if I really am sorry, it doesn’t take away what I’ve already done.”

He’s confused too.

It was a fucked-up situation.

“I wish I never met you.”

He wasn’t in love with you. Didn’t have a crush on you. Didn’t even see you as a close friend.

But he would be lying if he said those words didn’t hurt. Because you had whispered them so quietly it was almost impossible to hear. Because it looked like you were about to cry and scream. Because it just reminded him of how awful he is.

He doesn’t chase after you when you stomped away, slamming his door shut only for it to bounce open as a result. He doesn’t even look in the direction of the doorway.

The only thing he looks at is the camera, all alone on the floor.

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The slides on the screen don’t make sense. Formulas that look like a different language dance across the screen as your professor goes to the next slide. You twirl the pencil between your fingers, a distraction that could potentially hold you back from passing the class.

It was a new semester.

A new year, rather, your senior year in college. How many months that passed since the… incident, you don’t know. You just know that if there is a God, then they despise you. extremely so.

To your right, a single desk in the other row, sits him. Xiao.

And he just seems as bored, if not more than you. Flipping the pages of the textbook, the chattering of the rest of the class as they converse with the professor. Questions being asked, answers being given. Yet here you are, wondering if you could throttle him just a bit.

He never revealed your secret.

As a matter of fact, the only time he talked to you outside of classes that required teamwork, as when he asked for help to unsubscribe to your account because the both the site and app hated him, apparently.

And also, because he completely forgot he was even subscribed in the first place for a good few months, face paling the moment he realized his card was being charged, the fact that he even forgot something so important.

And that was months ago.

And now, in the present, you had two classes with him out of four. Two classes where awkward glances and stiffed words are exchanged solely inside the classroom. Two classes where you have to resist the urge to throttle him, to cry and scream and ask him if he was planning on blackmailing, again.

You never do.

And neither does he.

Instead, when the class ends on a somber note, you gather your things and walk past him. His desk was at the back of the room, one of the closest to the door. Across from you by a few feet. And of course, per usual, you couldn’t help the curious look in your eye as you accidently made eye contact.

He’s the first one to look away, shoving his things into his bag before getting up himself. His shoulder brushes against yours when you both try to walk through the door.

“Excuse me.” Curt. Strained. Nervous all the same.

He became nervous around you. Maybe there was some guilt, but you could never tell. Instead, you’re left guessing why he kept his mouth shut for months on end. The ideas you come up with were never good, always ending with a bad ending for you. You had good reason to not trust him.

And he had good reason to fear you, in a sense.

Good reason to lock the door whenever you come by the camera you left behind filming the lewd acts you perform on him. Faces out of view or completely blurred out, his bed sheets changed, and posters removed.

The blowjobs that leave him panting and fingers clawing into his covers. Lipstick stains that covered his cock and had smudged traces left on his lips. The bunny suit you wore as you ride him, whispering in his ear as sweetly as you could.

I’m willing to take you down with me.

There were times where you consider letting go of the entire ordeal. Of deleting your account, putting the whole thing behind you. Behind the both of you, the videos deleted, and polaroid photos burned. Yet the rush becomes your drug.

His drug.

There wasn’t any sort of romance blooming between you. Only lust, pure canal lust, lips dancing against each other, saliva being shared. Fingers that tug and pull at dyed hair, fingers that scissor and curl inside you, moans and squeals that are muffled against either his lips or his pillow. You’re drowning in each other, waves of physical pleasure that starts to burn the longer you go at it.

The longer you keep it up.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this, really. You didn’t plan on going back to him, didn’t plan to kiss him, didn’t plan on blowing him until he couldn’t think straight and ended up swallowing his cum.

Not that he complained, just… worried. In a way where he kept asking if you wanted to do this, if you were under some effect of a drug, if you were drunk…

You only wanted your camera back.

But it led to the creaking of the bed, nervous touches that linger on your skin. He was a virgin – you had to show him how to touch someone. How to touch you, how to finger you until you couldn’t take it anymore, how to put a condom on properly.

But that was months ago, now.

“You really are… something,” he mumbles against your skin, rolling his hips against yours, cock sheathed inside your very welcoming cunt. You were wearing the outfit you had on the first time you ever went to his dorm. The bunny girl outfit.

Fishnets ripped at the crotch area, bunny tail bouncing with your movements. His bed creaks, and you’re almost certain the people next door can hear it. After all, they saw you go into his room tonight. And who goes to a guy’s room at 9 at night?

It was obvious, what was happening.

“Ah… you are too. Mmh… you’re lucky I don’t plan on uploading this video.”

He grunts, burying his face into the crook of your neck. The smell of your shampoo makes him feel like he’s drunk. So does your perfume, floral surrounding him. His room always smells like you now, and it also contains some of your belongings. Shirts, panties, make up, snacks – little things that remind him of you. And the same goes for you.

You still have his hoodie, green in color, draped over the backrest of your chair.

You were both lucky to have the same roommates as last year. People who don’t have questions. People who keep their mouths shut.

There wasn’t any romance blooming between you two. No looks of adoration nor love. You were more than ‘friends’ but also less than that. Your relationship was complicated, confusing. You’re not even sure if this’ll continue after graduation.

Part of you wants it to. It – he – was your drug, and you were his.  

“Consider it a birthday gift.”

He replies with,

“It’ll be our dirty little secret.”