#if the last one was barely a drabble this one definitely isn't

[harmonysanreads]

Hello !!! I hope you’re doing fine and enjoyed last patch quest! I really really love your writing, and especially like the way you write Ratio,,,,, that yandere Drabble you posted a while ago with Ratio and Aventurine sharing reader has been haunting me in the best ways <33

Since your request are open, could I ask for a one-shot of yandere Ratio and Aventurine? If it’s fine I’ll ask for reader to be shy/introverted but otherwise I’ll leave it up to your inspiration! Maybe about life at home, or visit in Penacony? Maybe they’re tormenting Reader through strip-poker? Maybe Ratio was inspired by the shrinking device and now they’re having fun with their pocket-sized darling? Anything you fancy I’m not difficult, I only ask you have fun!! <3

(I assumed your no-sequel rule only applied to one-shot, I deeply apologise if I was wrong fjekjdksjd)

Inure

yandere!aventurine x reader x yandere!dr ratio

cw(s) : yandere, forced proximity, slight dehumanization (but everything is sauteed in humor so bon appetit ✨)

wc : 1k

hi nonnie!! thank you so much for your sweet words<3 tbh every idea you presented was very enticing and i'll definitely keep them in consideration for later. for now though, i really wanted to write something soft for these two, i hope you don't mind :>

Inconveniences come in many forms.

Some more candid than most, while others lurk in the shadows of carelessness like hyenas ; ready to pounce on the unsuspecting prey at the opportune time. Trouble and tribulation eclipse the course of human life, masquerading as two sides of the same coin. What they are, in truth, a pair of mischievous twins who are always watching, evaluating and trapping their victims in elation-filled jumpscares. It is also true that woes differ based on the individual, some even see fit to opine that the source of misery is the individual themselves.

Your vexations however, are dictated by two idiosyncratic persons with interests as farther apart as two solar systems. Which isn't a lot if one considers the magnificence of the universe, but distanced enough to be the tillable land of your miseries. Said inconveniences usually arrive dressed as revoked privileges, confiscation of entertainment items and... movie nights.

A night where you're supposed to be enjoying a film as a group shouldn't have been such an adversity if the aforementioned individuals respected the bare minimum of being normal. On usual occasions, who you end up accompanying is maintained through a strict schedule as opposed to the much friskier notion of rolling-dices that was favored by a certain blonde (in which he always emerged victorious and was thus declared irrationally imbalanced by Veritas) — but, an unforseen lapse of management and chaos was bred.

In matters that concern you, it seemed as though even the most seamless co-operations failed to reach a simple consensus. So when the erudite Dr Ratio expressed eagerness to spend a ‘relaxing afternoon’ with your person, it clashed quite clamorously with Aventurine's desire to have you participate in one of his many adrenaline-high games. And because of the decrease in release of dopamine that came from being a frequent observer of their arguments, you ended up suggesting this dreadful activity ; Ratio's silent perusal by your left and Aventurine's equally quiet phone browsing by your right are all that remains of the earlier fiasco.

You consider it a shame, because unbeknownst to them, you actually were plotting ways to watch this particular film. But, when at approximately fifteen minutes into the story you realized you were the only one among you three that was paying it any attention at all — you felt, quite blatantly, deflated. Surprisingly though, that was not the main source of your current misery at all, no, no ; what was causing you distress was the deplorable portion of space that they alloted to you from the couch.

At least Ratio has the habit of crossing his legs subconsciously, making your life just a miniscule easier. Unlike Aventurine whose default setting is to be attached to any patch of your skin anytime you're within his radius and when he brings that to the cauldron of being compressed between him and Ratio — it perfectly justifies why you're dancing between the provocative lines of mild annoyance and a meltdown. You'd believe they forgot about your existence altogether if not for Ratio's definitely-not-intentional shifting and the without context headpats from Aventurine.

Their treatment, although (probably) not deliberate, suggest you to be the equivalent of the pampered housecat and if one was to generously point out the expression on your face at present, that allegation would be right.

You stifle a sigh that transitions into a yawn with your only friend in this dreadful world, your plush pillow. The dialogues exchanged by the actors in the movie gradually become unintelligible as your vision morphs into a kaleidoscope of black dots and patterns. You draw your knees closer until they become parallel to your chin, musing a scenario where you lean so into the couch that it swallows your form and hurls you into a wonderland free of covetous hands or hearts. Where you could roam without eyes attached to every move you make and most importantly, where the notion of inconveniences would cease to exist.

You've seen it happen in shows a younger you indulged in and a passing thought makes you smile sardonically ; the world is so bizarre that you've effortlessly found yourself in a situation as complex as your current one but, not bizarre enough to make fantasies such as these a reality. The noises from the screen, Ratio's nonchalant page turning and the fragrance of Aventurine's cologne make your lucidity sway, until darkness cradles you close.

That night, you found yourself having a rather tender dream. In your dream, the blonde promptly busied himself in positioning you more comfortably on his lap upon feeling your slumbering head hit his shoulder. You felt succinctly amused upon the ‘place the pillow under their head, moron!’ that left a certain virtuoso's lips. Said virtuoso, shifted the rest of your body to be rested on his lap with a gentleness that baffled even Aventurine. Some say that dreams are manifestations of the desires that stay stagnant within the crevices of our minds. If that theory holds even a fraction of credence, then the percipience of what your subconscious desires, leaves you feeling as solemn as sated.

By the hour you gain awareness of the waking world again, there is but silence surrounding the living room. Your first blink is followed by a series of more and your sense of feeling works faster before your sense of sight, it sticks quite insistently just above your knees and atop your head. You roll a bit and realize they are in fact the hands of Ratio and Aventurine respectively, holding you away from kissing the floor and cracking your nose. As your vision gains more clarity, you notice the purple-head, supported by the palm of his left hand and the arm of the couch. You rise up and notice Aventurine mirroring Ratio's position, you conclude them both to be asleep judging by their collective inertia despite your movements.

Your eyes shift downwards towards the pillow on which you rested moments before and seeing it positioned exactly atop Aventurine's lap, confirm your suspicions that the scene you witnessed in your sleep had, in fact, happened in reality. Perhaps the universe heard your hopeless plea and bargained it with this speck of generosity.

They really didn't move an inch — but the bubbling warmth was soon pushed down by — as if I was a cat they didn't want to disturb!

being treated like a cat by two of the most cat-like characters in hsr lol

[theapangea]

OK hopefully this is a good enough ask

But could you maybe do a drabble about lip and innocent reader cockwarming during a movie

- Jess🦋

Ok Jess... you definitely did not disappoint. Hope you enjoy my love <3!! FYI this does have smut as per request so 18+/Minors DNI!!

It wasn't the intention of both of you to end up in this situation. With Lip's throbbing cock inserted into your sweet pussy. Sure you and Lip have fooled around a couple of times, touching, licking, sucking - but never him being inside of you. You've never had sex before, never even though about sex that much other than health class at school, never before Lip. But here you are with Lip's dick fully inside of you. Squeezing your thighs together as your juices continue to flow.

He isn't even moving, just holding you close as his eyes are fixated on the movie. How can he be so calm about this?

Lip is patience with you, has been very patience with you as you have been wanting to take it extremely slow. Lip knows you don't have much experience in the sex department so just waits for you to initiate things. Thankfully for him, this is a step in the right direction.

Lip does everything possible to make you comfortable. Taking his time as he grinned his growing member against your ass. The dry humping lasted a while until your panties were completely soaked. Neither of you really talking as Lip pushed down your shorts and panties, exposing your bare ass. Caressing your cheeks before sliding his cock in-between them.

Moving slowly as he cups your ass cheek to spread open. Your entrance tingling from the cool air that now coats it. His tip, leaking from the anticipation, gliding easily between your folds. Soft moans escapes your lips, thankfully the television was loud enough where no one else could hear you.

Soaking up every minute with you, finally pushing in gently. Your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Head buried into the crook of his elbow as you whine from the sharp pain. Your juices helping to lubricate the foreign object.

Controlling your breath as Lip inserts himself fully inside, thrusting a couple of times to help ease the pain. Stopping when his hips can't move anymore.

Wrapping his arms around you once more, placing small kisses on the back of your head as you both go back to watching the movie.

~~~

Let me know what you think!! Thank you for the request!! <3

[traumxrei-archive]

【 (waking up) next to you 】

prompt #4: They slept in the same bed for reasons but now he was waking up and there’s something about their bleary eyes and mussed hair (ft. deuce spade, silver, azul ashengrotto)

gn! prefect (you/yours), drabbles, word count: 1.1k

a/n: i'm back with more short drabbles !! i had a grand time having trouble keeping these short— like could you tell i wanted to write more for most of these jsfjdfk (also the azul favoritism bc i like teasing him too much)

Deuce Spade

( set during the events of book 5 )

Deuce Spade was fucked. He had woken up in a bed that isn't his. Normally that would be fine, since he probably just mistook one of roommate's beds for his own. But this...was very much not fine.

He had stumbled into "his" room last night after an exhaustive rehearsal. The closer they got to the SDC performance, the harder the training was. And he had collapsed into "his" bed. Thinking about it now, he was sure he heard a startled noise somewhere. But he barely had time to think before sleep claimed him.

"Shit," Deuce muttered, raking a hand down his face because he wasn't in "his" bed.

He was in your bed.

The evidence was clear as day, with the way your warmth was against his back, arms wrapped around his middle. At first he really thought he was dreaming, but then he felt your breath tickling his nape.

He probably would've had more of a crisis if you hadn't suddenly stirred. He held his breath as you seemed to wake, yawning somewhere near his ear.

"Deuce?" Your raspy morning voice made him shiver. "You awake?"

"Y-yeah," Deuce squeaked. (He didn't even know his voice could go that high.) You tugged at his shoulder and he could now see your sleep lined face. You looked...cute when you were sleepy.

"It's still early," You mumbled, using his shoulder as a cushion. "Let's sleep more."

"O-okay," He used his other hand to pat at your head and soon, your breathing had evened out. He pressed a hand against his chest, right over where his heart was thundering.

Well...Deuce Spade was definitely fucked.

Silver

Silver wasn't a stranger to falling asleep. Really, he did it all the time. But this had to be one of the first times that someone had fallen asleep with him.

He blinked his eyes open, the sleepy haze promptly disappearing as he stretched. Only there was an unfamiliar weight on his shoulder. And when he looked down....

Oh. It was you. Lying on his shoulder. Fast asleep.

Silver rubbed at his eyes. Clearly, he was dreaming. That was the only explanation as to why you were so peacefully cuddled up to his shoulder, the sunlight shrouding your figure in morning glow. This was a dream, right? Or else why would he be so near to...

"An angel," He murmured under his breath. He immediately stiffened as he watched you shift, your eyes slowly fluttering open. Ah, he had woken you up with his voice.

"Sil...ver...?" You rubbed at your eyes, just as he did seconds before.

"My apologies," He said, carefully avoiding your eyes. "Your nap was disturbed because of me."

Your hand turned him to face you, "I slept well thanks to your protection, Sir Silver." And Silver felt his ears turn hot, no doubt flushing under your stare.

"You..." Silver couldn't finish his sentence, instead hiding his face above your head and praying that you couldn't see how easily your words affected him. You really did know what to do to make a knight lose his composure.

Azul Ashengrotto

( set during the events of book 4 )

Azul Ashengrotto never thought a day would come where he would have to share a small rickety bed with anyone. But here he was, stuck in the Scarabia dorms, staring in disbelief at the ceiling and then to you, who was sleeping peacefully by his side.

He recounted the events of last night sourly, glancing over at the tweels and Grim, who were sharing a king-sized bed after winning a game of rock-paper-scissors. Azul mentally cursed the Scarabia students for not providing a big enough bed. Otherwise, he would've been able to avoid—

You shifted, your hold on his waist tightening as you sighed in content.

Azul cradled his face in his hands. This was impossible. He was never going to regain his status or composure in time for when you woke up. And worse than that, his heart was currently beating out of his chest.

And why was that? It was because—

"Azul-senpai." He stiffened. Maybe if he pretended to be asleep, he didn't have to answer to the soft call of your voice. But no, you moved once more, "Azul." This time your voice was so close to his ear that he had no choice but to flinch.

"A-Ah, Prefect," Azul's voice came out wobbly. "Have you finally awakened? I'm glad that you woke up, but—"

There was a hand tugging at his wrist, and his eyes finally met yours. Your appearance was definitely one of someone who was just asleep. He assumed that his was the same, so...why did he find the sleepy droop of your eyes adorable?

His heart leapt in his throat when you leaned in, "Good morning, Azul-senpai. You're up way too early."

"F-Force of habit," He bit his lip when his voice wavered. "Do we have to be so close?"

"Why?" You smiled at him, and your fingers intertwined with his own. "You like it, don't you?" He liked it? He...couldn't deny that. But he had to deny that, he couldn't just outwardly—

"Your thoughts are so noisy, I can see it written all over your face," You yawned again before flopping back onto the bed. "Let's just sleep a bit more." Azul made no move to comment as you made yourself comfortable, and he tried not to tremble when your arms wrapped around him once more.

"For the record," Azul mumbled. "I-I'm doing this because we lost rock-paper-scissors. Not because of any ulterior motives."

"Uhuh," You said, very obviously unconvinced. "For the record, I'm cuddling with you without any ulterior motives either." Sevens, what was Azul going to do with you? There was such blatant sarcasm in your tone, yet he couldn't help but melt into your embrace.

But he did have to ask himself...did his ulterior motives match up to yours? And if so, did that mean that he could...do this with you again? Azul buried his head into your shoulder. No, he shouldn't be thinking about that or getting greedy. He should just...forget this and go to sleep. That's right, he should just go to sleep.

As if Azul was going to be able to go to sleep in this type of situation. (Azul ended up staying awake the whole time while you slept. And when the Scarabia students came to whisk everyone away for training, Kalim had commented on the bags under his eyes. You had shot him a cheeky smile after that.)

thank you so much for reading these drabblessss !!! if you'd like to see more drabbles or ficlets from the 600 followers event, check it out here ! and if you'd like to check out more writing, here's my masterlist >:DD

[scribbledghost]

I have a suggestion for a promp!! ✋feel free to consider it if it fancies you, disregard if it doesn't 💕 i felt like it might interest you, bc I really loved the drabble about reader being on base and the alarm going off and her finally meeting ghost, so to say! i feel like you might like the vibe of this as well. idk how to word it well, but i love stories where the two whole different worlds of a couple meet/merge bc of A Situation which lays their differences bare, their consequent reaction to their so's/the situation at hand itself etc

i saw this super cute tiktok the other day of a couple, where the husband/bf? is trying to instill more safety awareness into his partner, he pretends to leave the house, closes the front door and even fakes his footsteps but then knocks on the door to see if his gf will automatically open up assuming its him or look thru the peephole to see who it is

she doesn't ask, and opens up right away (like most of us would do i mean lbr!!) and he berates her for it while she playfully waves it off as him being too paranoid and so serious (mannnn I wish I had it saved!!!) and idk i think was just such super cute moment and I could totally see simon and his so in this situation. Simon has more than his fair share of awareness of what could and does go wrong in the world and is determined to "train" his gf and give a safety drill whenever he sees the opportunity for it (he might even do so bc he is, unconsciously or not, trying to protect her from a fate his family faced because of him) but his gf is happily unaware of that dark side of the world and is like "🤷‍♀️aww but i just knew it was you babe besides im pretty sure nothing could get past you to get to me anyway💕💕" and he is both baffled bc of her casualness (she's a civilian but still), somewhat amused bc he can never get "mad" at her, it would be like getting mad at a puppy who doesn't get a trick right on the first try, and he feels his heart swell because she feels, she knows nothing would get past him to hurt her. he would die sooner than to have a hair on her head harmed (ok this got angsty real quick!!!🥹💕❤️)

🌻anon (also I am sorry for the wall of text omg!!! English isn't my first language so i guess I overcompensate to explain myself wow!! You are a gem in this fandom btw??? I honestly love how detailed your writing is. Quality work, top notch!👌😘💕)

Note: I have been staring at the last paragraph of this for the past five minutes because thank you so so much???? (Also your English is perfect I promise) it seriously means so much to me to hear people like my writing 🥺💖💖 But this definitely interests me! (Personally, I'm wildly paranoid about my own safety, so I'd definitely be checking that peephole every time lol but we're gonna disregard that)

"Love, you're gonna end up givin' me more gray hairs than I've already got."

"And why's that?"

Simon pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a huff. He's not angry - he doesn't think he could ever be angry at you (at least not for long) - but he's starting to wonder if you've got any self-preservation instincts at all.

This isn't the first time you've failed one of his many "safety tests," as you call them. From leaving your car unlocked while you're sitting in it to opening a window overnight when the weather permits, he swears he's aged a decade since living with you. Price had once told him that worrying for your safety was part of the package of loving a civilian, but Simon hadn't quite predicted he'd be worrying this much.

"How many times have I told you to check before you open the door?" he asks.

"But I knew it was you. You just left," you chirp. Good lord, you're too cute for your own good.

"And if it hadn't been me?" he asks. "If someone had taken me out on my way to the car then come to you? You've got to start considering the possibilities, love."

To your average outsider, it probably seems like he's berating you. But the way your eyes sparkle at him tells him you know better. Chastising you, perhaps, but there's no true anger there.

Instead, there's an undercurrent of fear. He knows the consequences of opening the door to the wrong person. And he knows that if the day ever comes when he comes home to blood on the walls and the sight of your lifeless eyes, he'll sit next to you and make sure he dies there too.

But that's a road Simon doesn't want to go down. Not right now, anyway. Not when you're here, smiling at him with mischief in your gaze.

"Simon, be real. I know nothing can get past you to get to me."

He feels his heart rise when you tell him this. Of course, he knows in his soul that he'd never let anything harm you. He knows he'd do unspeakable things to keep you safe. But to hear you say that you know it too sends warmth through his chest.

"Be that as it may," he says, unable to stop himself from quirking a small grin, "you still need to check. Just to be safe."

He grabs your hand as you raise it to wave him off, pulling you slightly closer and angling your chin so he can really look at you and convey the seriousness of his words.

"Please, love," he says. "For me?"

Your gaze softens as you lean into his touch.

"Okay, Simon," you murmur to him. "I promise I'll check before I open the door. For you."

Part of him isn't quite sure if he believes you. But for now, he lets himself feel relieved anyway.

"Good," he says as he leans in to kiss you. "I'll hold you to that."

[prismuffin]

Hi! I saw you did Sally Face, and you hadn't gotten a request for it yet.

So if you can, how about a Sal fisher x Male reader that's into studying witchcraft and the paranormal?

You can decide if this would be a drabble, one-shot, etc..

A/n: say less anon leave this to me🫡

Little Dark Age

Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft

kinda goes from headcanons to a little one-shot !!

warnings?: mentions of witchcraft and the paranormal,

!-!more under the cut!-!

—Honestly you being into witchcraft and all things spooky is probably how you met Sal.

—He'd definitely be intrigued, and would probably ask you for help in finding out the secrets of Addison Apartments

—You both click instantly, with his curiosity of the paranormal and your knowledge of it, you both fit hand in hand.

—He asks you a lot of questions regarding the paranormal and that's how he found out you're also into witchcraft.

—He makes jokes about potions and hexes and is actually shocked when you tell him that those are real, though they're not as drastic as people think. He quickly get's over his shock and quickly finds it super cool that you know about all of this stuff.

—He tells you about Megan and you suggest having a Séance in the room her ghost resides in to make it easier for him to communicate with her. It's now a regular thing you both do, sometimes you're able to contact her and other times you're not, either way Sal is still pretty impressed with your skill.

—You guys tried to get Larry to join you both for a Séance once but he freaked out after just stepping foot in the fifth floor, like he just refuses.

—The entire gang calling you a witch whenever they're talking about you

—Todd corrected them all once, calling you a wizard and not a witch since you're male and now it's the only thing Larry calls you. At least Sal still uses your name sometimes but Larry seems to have taken a vow to never say it again.

—After gaining a bit more trust in your relationship Sal would tell you about the shadow ghost he'd been seeing around, asking for help to contact it or seeing if you know more about it.

—You freak out when he tells you about it though he can tell you're trying to hide it. You give him a Hazar necklace (one of those blue-eye amulets) and tell him you'll place a protection spell on him while you look into his shadow entity.

—He now wears that amulet religiously and practically never takes it off.

—He's asked you to try and contact Larry's dad the way you do with Megan but you don't follow through with it since you're not sure how Larry would feel about it.

—When he first meets Ash he stupidly asks you to make a love potion for him. You tell him you won't do it because it can be dangerous and you're jealous, and he's a bit sad but understands nonetheless.

—I ran out of ideas so here's a one-shot about the scenario above

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"Come on Y/n please! Just this once," Sal begged you as he stood in your living room, hoping that this time your answer would change, however it didn't. "No." "I'll never ask you for anything ever again! I swear! Come on man..use your wizard powers and whip something up for me!" "For the last time Sal, I am not making you a "love potion" for some stupid girl." You crossed your arms, a pout resting on your lips as your eyebrows furrowed. "Ash isn't stupid, she's-" Sal sighed in a lovesick way and you rolled your eyes. "Making a love potion can be dangerous, they tend to backfire, you know?" You drew Sal's attention back to you, staring into the holes of his mask where you could just barely make out his blue eyes. It took him a minute, but slowly he nodded, a sigh that you could barely make out escaped his lips and you chuckled.

"You could just confess to her you know?" You mentally cursed yourself out for suggesting such a thing. Even though a part of you wanted to help your dear friend with his girl problems another part of you wanted said girl out of his life completely. Luckily, Sal quickly shut down the idea, "No way man, it was hard enough for me to just become friends with her." You shook your head, biting back a teasing grin as you stared at Sal, "well sorry I can't exactly help you here. If you need me to summon the dead I'm all ears but you and your girl problems can go." You pointed towards the door with a quirk of you eyebrow and you barely saw Sal roll his eyes as he turned to leave with a huff. "Thanks for nothing Y/n, see ya." "Yeah yeah, see ya Sally Face." You sighed, hearing the door close behind, walking over to lock it back. You stared at the wooden frame as your mind wandered to the conversation that took place moments prior. A love potion...would it be hypocritical if you,,,- no! You quickly shook those thoughts from your head, scolding yourself as you walked to your room. Using a love spell on Sally would be ridiculous, not to mention the dangers you just warned Sal himself about. You flopped onto your bed, groaning into your hands as gay thoughts of you and one of your best friends flooded your mind. You can see why Sal felt hopeless enough to ask for a love potion in moments like these, a dry chuckle leaving your mouth at how hypocritical you sounded. 'Just confess to her' you said, as if you yourself don't tremble at the thought of doing the same thing. 'Maybe one day I'll tell him', you think, knowing in your heart that it's probably not true.

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( i hope my limited knowledge on witchcraft and the paranormal was enough)

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[robinsno1lesbian]

Also also older neighbor Robin thot,

Reader & her talk about *sensitive* topics bc she gives great advice and reader comes to her about never *playing* with herself or ever finishing with anyone so older!neighbor!Robin gives reader a hands on lesson

(Take it as mutual mash orrrrr just Robin having some fun hehe)

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 - 𝐑.𝐁.

older!neighbor!robin x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2693 (ceebs this was supposed to be a short little drabble, look what you made me do??)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+!), masturbation, finger sucking, vaginal fingering, reader is shy at first but robin can work with that, not beta read (i feel like i should stop mentioning that but english isn't my first language so i feel the urge to explain myself lmao).

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i am just projecting at this point but i'm here for it tbh- also this fic fits perfectly into the neighbor!robin universe so?

robin always gave great advice, from the first day on.

whether she was helping you with your styling choices or with where to look for your missing diary, she always seemed to get it right.

maybe that is why you chose to ask her, out of all people.

it not like there were many people to aks anyway. you obviously couldn't talk to your parents and none of your friends would get it.

so, here you are, sitting with your very handsome neighbor, the words you have just said still lingering.

you regret it immediately and the way she is raising her brows speaks volumes.

you must have made this weird. or uncomfortable. probably both.

either way, you have definitely ruined it.

"i mean uhm- shit- i" you bite the inner side of your cheek to cut yourself off. there is no point in denying it now. "i'm sorry i didn't mean to-"

"no" she interrupts and takes your hands in hers. your breath hitches in your throat. the way her long, delicate fingers wrap around your wrists does things to you. things you have never felt before.

there is a spark of something new in her eyes now. something curious maybe...? the fact that you have chosen her bedroom as a place to have this conversation is most definitely not helping.

her scent is all around you and the feeling of the soft cotton beneath your bare leg makes you want her to press your damp skin up against it and kiss all doubts off of you.

you put your hands down to your thigh and rub your palm up and down over the skin. a nervous habit that would normally help. it's not helping right now though.

she drags her finger along her own jaw in thought, her gaze still lingering upon you.

"go on" she breathes eventually.

"it's just that- god-" you inhale deeply before the words start spilling out. "i guess i never...got what it was all about, you know? this big, great feeling everyone talked out-"

"you mean like cumming?" she asks. she says it with such ease.

"y-yeah that- i mean- cumming. right. yeah. everyone is just- i don't know- it's like some big inside joke that everyone seems to know about and i am the only one who doesn't get it"

robin nods along your words.

"and it's not like i am that experienced but- maybe i'm broken?" your voice cracks at the last part.

"broken?" the woman repeats softly. "you're most definitely not broken y/n. why would you think that?"

"it just- it has never worked with anyone else you know what i mean?

when i'm alone it's...one thing. but when someone else is touching me it's just- god" you groan in frustration.

"it doesn't seem to work then”

you know you're probably all red in the face right now. but robin is so considerate, so sweet about this. you just can't seem to help yourself.

and maybe you don't want to help yourself. maybe you want her to help. maybe you want-

"i can show you" she finally says.

you nearly choke on your own spit. your eyes widen and your jaw drops.

"w-what?"

"i can show you" robin repeats. "i don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything but like...i can show you- how to touch yourself, i mean. i can-"

"please" you whisper under your breath. it's so quiet you're afraid she won't hear, because you're not sure you'll be able to repeat yourself. but of course she does.

robin puts a hand around you and lays you down slowly, so slowly that you could stop her a thousand times if you wanted to.

she lingers above you for a second, searching your eyes for any doubts but finding none.

you finally move and bring a hand up to her cheek.

her skin is so soft beneath your fingers. so soft.

"can i kiss you?" robin asks.

you nod your head and lean up to meet her halfway. nothing compares to the feeling of her lips on yours. nothing will ever compare again.

the kiss is soft at first, but you quickly grow hungry for more and part your lips. luckily she gets the hint and slides her tongue into your mouth slowly.

you gasp at the new feeling but gladly let it happen, even suck her tongue further into your mouth.

"has anyone ever made you cum?" she whispers. the rasp in her voice seems to be even more prominent when she's saying such words.

you nearly choke on your breath again and choose to shake your head before you can start to second guess your answer.

"okay" she nods. "that's okay. don't worry, we'll get you there baby, alright?"

"please robin" you don't mean to sound so desperate but you also can not decline such an offer.

"have you ever gotten yourself off?"

your eyes meet hers and you bite your lip, your mind wandering to the countless times you've run your hands down your body, imagining they were hers. you nod.

"show me" robin rasps.

"show you?" you repeat.

"yeah...show me how you would normally do it, what you like and dislike..." she stares down at you for a second before she adds. "can you be a good girl and do that for me?"

your lips part but only a strangled moan comes out. you have imagined how these words might sound from her. but actually hearing them?

you nod your head and lean back against the pillows behind you, so that you're sitting up in front of her.

she leans back and gestures for you to continue.

you keep looking at her and try not to get too self conscious while you slowly pull your panties down your legs from below your summer dress.

you can see robin visibly gulp when you throw them down the side of the bed.

you bend you legs at the knees and then spread them slowly, slightly teasing her.

"god fuck" she mumbles, proving that it's working.

you pull up your dress and your face flushes red when you expose your bare cunt to her.

she just puts a hand to your thigh to keep you open for her gaze.

you don't even know how you find the strenght to do it but you run a hand down your body and slowly begin tracing over your outer lips, fingers froming a v-shape as you spread yourself open for her to see.

"fuck-" you breathe out shakily. "fuck robin"

she squeezes your thigh gently. "i'm right here. now show me. show me how you would normally do it"

robin's gaze follows your fingers as you start stroking your clit on either side.

you immediately fight back the urge to close your thighs and choose to focus on robin instead.

robin who is sitting right there, watching you with a mesmerized, hungry expression.

"does that feel good?" she asks with watchful eyes on your dripping entrance. only the fact that she is watching you like this makes you wetter than you would get under any circumstances.

"yeah" you nod your head. "so good robin"

"is that all you do?"

"no" you bite your lip again and watch her as she tilts her head suggestively.

alright, here goes nothing.

your lashes flutter and your lips part when you dip two of your fingers down to your entrance.

you're taking aback at the feeling of your arousal. god, you really are wet.

you moan softly when you push them inside but it delights you to see that robin's expression is a reflection of your own: her lips agape and her eyelids heavy.

"god please let me touch you y/n" she whispers after a couple of thrusts under her watchful eye.

there is nothing you would want more. you lean back on the mattress and scoot further down, so that robin is towering above you.

you remove your hand from your center slowly. it's almost painful to stop now, but you know it'll only get better.

robin runs her hand up your thighs slowly and smiles when you shiver in response.

"so pretty" she whispers in amazement. "so pretty"

she runs it further and further up, over your chest, until her fingers reach your lower lip.

your eyes widen when she pulls it down slowly.

you wrap your lips around her index and middle finger and suck them past your lips eagerly.

it's an easy thing for you to take them in until the second knuckle and she just watches you in a haze as you suck on them, wettening them further.

you let them fall from your mouth once you feel like they have gotten wet enough, mostly because you can't wait much longer though. you need robin. now.

the woman brings her fingers down to your clit but stops for you to give her the final permission. you nod and her fingers find your clit.

"oh fuck" you breathe and your eyes close.

she copies the movements you have shown her, applying exactly the right amount of pressure.

"right there robin, right there" you squirm. the sensation of someone else touching you like this is so new.

and it feels so fucking good.

so good, in fact, that you start canting your hips up to meet her fingers, an attempt to pick up the pace. but robin hushes you.

"let me do the work pretty girl" she says. "just lay back and relax"

"but-" you want to protest but the words die on your tongue at one particular flick of her fingers "fuck".

"oh, you like that yeah?" she asks and raises her brows as she repeats the movement.

"fuck yeah-" you moan softly. robin now has one finger on either side of your clit, rubbing gently and in all the right ways.

you bite down on your index as you watch her and how she is looking at you while she is giving you such an insane amount of pleasure.

probably more than anyone else -including yourself- has ever given you.

"you want more, pretty girl?" she hums and her fingers toy around your entrance. all of your muscles seem to tense up at the exact same time and a breathy moan falls from your lips.

"please"

robin smiles and uses the wetness that is pooling between your thighs to cover her fingers in them. you're sure the extra makeshift lube isn't necessary but you're thankful that she is being considerate nonetheless.

your fingers wrap around her wrist in a tight grip when she pushes to fingers into your throbbing cunt.

her lips part and her eyes blink under heavy lids multiple times, almost as if she was inserting those fingers into herself rather than you.

your mouth is forming a silent 'o' as you apologetically loosen your grip. but robin doesn't mind.

"holy shit" she curses under her breath. "holy shit fuck y/n-"

"robin" you whimper when she pushes her fingers all the way inside, a wet squelching sound echoing through the room. you should feel embarrassed, you should feel ashamed, for letting your neighbor finger fuck you in her bedroom, all spread out for her. but you don't.

"you're so fucking pretty" she rasps as she starts curling her fingers against that spot inside of you. "and you sound so pretty too, you know that? god i wanna hear more..."

she picks up the pace of her thrusts as she speaks and your back arches up against her.

you can't even keep your eyes open anymore and they fall shut as you desperately rut against her hand.

"eyes on me" robin orders. "i need to see you, god-"

you obey immediately, eyes snapping open to stare up at her. your heart flutters when you see the way her hips are grinding down against the comforters below her.

she's biting her lower lip all while fucking her fingers into you without showing any signs of stopping. but you can tell by the look on robin's face that she wants something too.

"c-come here" you breathe and use your free hand to pat the spot next to you. robin raised her brows in surprise and you glare down to where she is rocking against the mattress.

only the fact that you got her to this point has another wave of arousal washing through you.

"i- i want to...help you too" you blush "can i?"

robin is next to you in an instant. she has to remove her fingers from you for a second, which seems painful, but becomes nearly irrelevant the second she starts unbuttoning her pants for you.

excitement rushes through you as she undresses for you and pulls down both her pants and her underwear.

your eyes glue to the wet patch in her panties before she throws them aside and spreads her own legs, your thighs bumping together in the process.

she looks over at you and your eyes meet.

"are you sure?" she asks and puts a strand of hair behind your ear. "we don't-"

you cut robin off my pressing your lips together in a searing kiss. she gasps in surprise but lets it happen. she places her palm on your cheek while you're making out and moans into your mouth openly.

eventually, you run a hand down her body and she follows suit. you copy her motions and you let your hands wander down the other's body synchronized.

you stop when your palm in cupping her mound and exhale shakily when you feel her wetness against your fingers.

her eyes don't leave yours when she nods and you both dip two fingers into the other's cunt.

you do your best to copy what robin is doing inside of you but it seems to be working, judging by the constant curses and moans that robin can't hold back.

after just a couple of minutes, she goes faster again. slowly at first, you barely notice it, but then her thrusts become uncoordinated too.

"fuck" she groans while she is spreading her legs further. you can see them shaking even from where you're sitting "just like that...good girl"

your own orgasm is fast approaching now. you've been turned on from the minute you walked into her house but would've never guessed that the day would take such turns.

"oh robin" you moan. "fuck you're- your fingers- god"

she lets her head drop back against the pillows, eyes closed and mouth hanging open while her arousal is soaking into the fabric beneath her.

your jaw goes completely slack when she starts rubbing her thumb over your clit and the last thing you can really do is circle your own thumb over her clit as well before the pleasure starts reaching its peak.

"i'm- i think- oh god- i-" you don't even know how to say it.

"fuck, me too" robin moans and that is pretty much all it takes.

your back arches and with obscene moans of her name on your lips, you cum all over her fingers and coat her hands and the blanket below with your release.

you don't stop your own hand from moving, despite the fact that your wrists hurt from the angle, and fuck robin over the edge of her own orgasm as well.

your name sounds so pretty when she calls it out as she cums, a sight you could probably get used to.

"just like that, just like that- fuck- so good for me" robin moans.

neither of you stops until the other is shaking from the aftershocks and can't keep up anymore.

you withdraw your fingers from her slowly and turn to face her. she does the same and you find yourself staring at her. at her beautiful facial features, her freckled skin, and soft lips.

once she has caught her breath, she speaks.

"i've been waiting for this" she whispers.

"me too" you admit and bite your lip.

"you're beautiful"

you know this is only the beginning and there really is no stopping you after what you've done just now.

but maybe that's good. maybe you really want it. and maybe she does too.

it sure seems like it, when she leans in and kisses you.

[mypoisonedvine]

I can’t stop thinking about billy knight in a flatshare situation or something and he’s just like utterly besotted with his flatmate

he lingers in the living room while she’s cooking in the attached kitchen but panics when she sits next to him on the couch

learns what her favourite snacks are and buys a couple extra when he can and leaves them in the fridge but never asks her to eat with him - he’s too insecure and scared to despite how many times she’s invited him and they’ve had a lovely time

Idk maybe I’m getting too specific it doesn’t need those details I’m just trying to give you the vibe of lovesick but shy billy and I’d just love it if you’d write a little drabble based on this situation bc I literally think about it multiple times a week and that’s about how often I think about your fics

you're SO RIGHT FOR THIS!!!

word count: 2k

warnings: smut (handjob, implied more), premature ejaculation, fluff, pining, anxiety, awkward boners

He was trying so hard to not be weird and creepy. But it was sort of difficult, because it turns out when Billy has a massive crush on a girl that he is physically forced to be around almost all the time... he gets super weird and creepy.

Staring, and then looking away quickly when caught— which only makes it more obvious that he was staring; peering into your room when the door is left cracked to see what you're doing; stammering or not responding at all when you speak to him, because he's so afraid to say the wrong thing. He was acting like a total fucking weirdo, and he hated himself for it, but he couldn't stop— he was always thinking about you, and it was like he could never relax because you were always here, in his apartment, always doing adorable and sweet things that made his heart skip.

You cooked for him. He could barely remember the last time someone cooked for him and he knew it wasn't this good— your food warmed his chest literally and figuratively, and he had to resist the urge to say something horribly inappropriate about what a good housewife you'd make when he saw you serving up plates of curry with an apron on.

You cleaned for him. Even when he begged you not to, you ended up doing his laundry and tidying his room. He was mortified imagining that you might've found one of the old shirts he used to clean up after he jerked off every night, but if you had, you didn't say anything. Instead, you said that you liked cleaning his room for him because acts of service was your 'love language'. And then you just walked away like he wasn't in the middle of a crisis wondering if that meant you loved him?! Surely you didn't mean that, he was just your quiet roommate, he barely knew you and you barely knew him.

You said nice things. Things he had no idea to respond to— like that, but some more simple and subtle. You pouted when he got a haircut saying that you liked how he kept it long; and he instantly promised to never cut it again, and regretted it when you giggled... that was definitely coming on too strong. "I still like it like this," you promised, stepping closer, and gently pulling on the strands by his ears as he tried not to move a muscle in case you would stop touching him. "Easier to see your curls when it's shorter, at least, so that's nice."

When you left, he reached up and touched his own hair where you had, wishing he'd had the courage to touch your hand a moment before.

He was trying so hard not to imagine the worst when you were out all night: the worst was that something bad had happened to you, that you were hurt or sick or dead. That the police would be here in the morning to ask when he last saw you because they found your car in a lake or something. The second worst was that you'd met someone at the pub and spent the night at his flat. Billy rubbed his eyes as he tried not to imagine it, but his mind forced him to see it over and over; you laughing and moaning in the arms of some bloke that's everything he isn't, falling into bed and not even thinking for a second about your weird roommate with the obvious crush on you.

You came home the next morning with your stilettos hanging off your fingers, and he wondered if he should ask about it or pretend he didn't even notice. "We had such a good time!" you told him first. "I wish you would've come out with us, my mates would've loved to meet you."

"S-sorry," Billy mumbled, "jus' not the type for clubbing, I guess."

"Don't blame you, my ears are still ringing," you laughed. "And we stayed out a little too late and all the cabs were taken, I had to crash at Gemma's place."

He was way too relieved to hear that, smiling to himself. "Glad you had fun, though."

"Will you come next time?" you pleaded. "There's so many pretty girls at the club, bet you could meet someone you like."

His heart twisted as you winked at him playfully. "O-oh, m'not... I don't know how to talk to pretty girls."

"If you let me dress you up, you won't have to talk," you promised, stepping a little too close but he was too scared to move away. "I mean, I hope this doesn't come off the wrong way, but you'd look really great in a nice button-up that fits you right."

As his throat tightened, his eyes darting all over your face, he found himself asking the question he'd meant to think internally out loud: "What's the wrong way for that to come off?"

He figured you would say that you weren't trying to sound like you were flirting with him. "I'm trying not to insult your clothes," you giggled. "You should get some new stuff, is all— I do your laundry, you know, half of your shirts are stained and your socks have holes."

His face heated up as you stared at him with a smirk. "R-right, yeah... I think I have a button-up. Never wear it, though."

"Let me see it!" you pleaded.

"I-it's in the closet, I'll get it," he offered, starting to turn already— relieved and distraught to get out of your personal space.

"No, try it on for me," you clarified. "Wanna see you in it. And jeans!"

His heart pounded, but he nodded, "O-okay..."

His fingers were shaking so badly, he had trouble getting the buttons through the holes; but he managed to get dressed just in time for you to burst in as he was buttoning up the last one. "Are you ready yet?" you frowned.

"You're already in here," he noticed.

"Oh, you look so good," you beamed as you dashed up to him and put your hands on his chest. Good god, woman, are you trying to kill me?!

"Thanks," he mumbled. "It's kinda wrinkled..."

"Well, that's fixable," you replied. "Here, you should wear it with the sleeves rolled up."

He felt so helpless to you, so melted by your touch, and all he could do was hold his arms out as you unbuttoned the cuffs and rolled up his sleeves for him; your fingers kept touching higher and higher up his arm, and pathetic as it was, he was already getting a semi from it.

"Oh," you groaned in a way that burned himself into his mind instantly, holding onto both his elbows as you admired your work. "Yeah, this looks great. But I'm a sucker for a rolled-up sleeve."

"Really?" he mumbled.

"If you wore this out, you'd definitely get some phone numbers," you insisted. "Especially if you did your hair a bit..."

You reached up to card your fingers through his hair, and he watched you as he wondered if this was a dream or something— you were calling him handsome, weren't you? Or was it just flattery?

"So you'll come with us this weekend, right?" you assumed. It was hard to say no to you when you were looking at him like that... but he still did, sort of.

"I— I dunno," he mumbled awkwardly.

You puffed out your cheeks in annoyance. "Don't you wanna meet a nice girl, have a little fun?"

"It sounds scummy when you say it like that," he protested. "I'm not a player or anything."

You snorted. "Billy, nobody's at risk of thinking that."

He winced and looked down at the ground.

"N-no! I mean, because you're sweet," you added, and for a second he saw on your face the same nervousness he felt in himself. "Not because you couldn't— you know you could get as many girls as you wanted."

"Don't say that," he frowned.

"What? Of course you could," you shook your head, "you've got such a handsome face, and if you just unbuttoned these—"

You opened the top two buttons of his shirt, pulling it open to expose his chest and the beginnings of some hair there.

"Yeah, that's sexy," you announced proudly.

He thought he was going to fucking pass out. And, he realised with an appropriate margin of terror, he was hard as a rock.

Maybe if he'd managed to keep a straight face, you wouldn't have noticed. But you asked what was wrong, and then you looked down, and you saw the bulge in his jeans as clear as day. "O-oh, Billy," you mumbled.

"S-sorry," he choked out as he pulled away, wondering where he could hide forever— and you were already in his room! He had nowhere to go!

"No, wait," you pleaded as he turned towards the closet and shrunk a bit, "c'mon, it's not a big deal. I mean— okay, it's a big deal, but can we talk about it? Like, is this just one of those random things, or...?

"S'the way you touched me," he admitted, staring down at the floor. "Nobody's— haven't been touched in a while."

He shut his eyes tight, but he heard movement, so he opened them— and you were standing right in front of him. "Do you want me to touch you?" you asked softly.

"I— er," he stalled.

"If you want me to," you continued, "I will."

"Yes," he answered quickly, "yes, please— you can— yeah, touch me however you want."

You ran your hand over his chest first, then down his stomach; when you just barely ran the tips of your fingers over his cock through the jeans, he jolted. His hips rocked in search of more friction, more pressure, from your hand, and his mouth let out a whimper-y sigh. Smiling up at him, you pressed firmer against the bulge under his fly. "How long has it been?" you asked sweetly.

"Y-years, maybe, I dunno," he mumbled— he couldn't remember anything from before this moment anyways.

"Oh, sweetheart," you cooed pityingly. "That's not right. I figured you didn't have any trouble, you're so cute..."

He whined through his teeth. "Y-you're so pretty, so fucking pretty," he rushed out quickly. "God, can I kiss you?"

Instead of answering, you smiled and leaned forward to kiss him yourself. He grabbed your face right away, overwhelmed by the softness of your lips, the sweetness of your tongue, the way your hand explored more confidently over his erection.

And then you rubbed your palm on him as your fingers slid down to cup his balls, at the same time you playfully bit his bottom lip. Turns out, that was all he could take; with a groan into your mouth, he came in his jeans.

Your eyes went wide as you felt his cock flexing, watched his face that went slack and turned bright red as his sticky come started to stain the denim and ruin his boxers. "Billy!" you exclaimed in shock, biting your lip as you looked at him.

He whined and tightened his face up, dropping his head onto your shoulder and holding on tightly to your waist. "M'sorry, so fuckin' sorry, couldn't help it," he rushed out, "you're just so—"

"That's so hot," you groaned, holding on tightly to his shirt as you stared up at him with the most hungry look in your eyes. "You just came in your jeans, over me? Oh my god that's hot. Fuck."

He was totally speechless. What was there to say? Clearly this was some hallucination or fantasy come to life or something, and at this point, he was just happy to let it happen.

"I changed my mind," you grinned, "you shouldn't come to the club with my mates and I— all the girls will want you, Billy, and I can't have that. I'm keeping you all for myself."

That's all I ever wanted, he thought.

"My bed's bigger," you smiled up at him as you pet his exposed chest again, eyes getting a little glassy, "we should go there."

You took his hand and guided him across the apartment— him and his cock that had managed to find renewed interest in this even after just coming so quickly. "What... what are we gonna do there?" he asked sheepishly, convinced what he was imagining was too good to be true.

"Clean up that mess you made," you promised with a wink, "and then make a new one."

[frostedclock]

Powder Monkies

Drabble

Warnings: Drinking, Cursing, Suggestive themes. It's pirates guys. Treating Mei and MK like actual young adults. possible Grammer and spelling mistakes. No beta we die like mortals on my blog.

Enjoy

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" I really think this is a horrible idea. "

It was late afternoon, and the sun was about to die in the west, the dark red sunlight leaked through your open window like streams. You adjusted the sash that held the pants you had decided to wear out, instead of your usual silk robes and jewelry. You dusted the wrinkles out of the soft cotton yi you had found and grinned over towards her. You look to Nezha, who stood with his arms crossed, in clear disapproval.

" Oh it will be fine! No one will recognize me like this. "

" And if they do and your father finds out that you went off drinking in some pub? What even have you the crazy thought that this was a good idea? "

You sigh and smooth out the tangles in your hair as you walk towards the open window. " It's a few drinks. No need to be so serious about it. "

" With a notorious captain. " You heard him sigh out beneath his breath, and his eyebrow twitched some. " Is he really worth all the trouble? You barely know the man."

You stop messing with your hair and you look below at the paved stone path beneath your window, you were only up on the second floor and it would be easy for you to find your way down. " I want to though... " You look back over your shoulder. " I've been stuck in the same routine for most of my life, this one time I just want to do something for fun. You know better then most how my father can be, he controls this island and everyone just sees me as the Emperor's daughter. I just want a few hours with some people who don't look at me like some fragile flower or something. "

Nezha rubbed the bridge of his nose. " He's just short of a pirate- "

" Privateer is what he prefers to be called." You correct but it goes ignored.

"This Sun Wukong. It really isn't that good of an idea to go out and drink with him and his rowdy crew. "

" You think walking around the port is a bad idea to. If it was up to you and father, I would be just stuck in these walls until he found some noble to pawn me off on. " You grip the window sill. " I'm going, " you turn and fully face him, " you can always come with me if you are that worried. "

You offered, but you knew the honorable Imperial Naval Officer Nezha wouldn't be caught dead at some seedy pub on the docks.

Nezha's nose crinkled. He made a deep sigh. " Just be home before morning, I will not cover for you if your bedroom is found empty in the morning. "

A big smile stretched across your lips, you quickly moved and wrapped your arms around his neck. " Thanks Nezha! "

" Just be careful. There are some out there that would take you for ransom. " He said as you pulled away from the hug.

" I am the definition of careful. " You let a laugh escape at the expression Nezha gave you. " I promise, I'll be careful. It's just a few drinks and some fun. "

" The last time you told me that, the stables burned down. "

" I was ten. " You roll your eyes and dust a bit of dirt off the lotus embroidery along his shoulders. Then you made a hum. " And I never expected that gust of wind in my defense. "

" That's what I mean. You never think things through properly. "

You move away and smile as you pick up the small pouch that you had filled with the funds to help your night of fun - without having to depend solely on the generosity of 'privateers'. You made your way back to the window and threw one leg over the ledge and let it dangle, you look back at Nezha.

"I'm a grown woman, Zha-Zha, " you pulled the childhood nickname with a grin pulling at your lips, " I think things through. "

You gripped the ledge next to your hips, as you threw your other leg over. The wind whipped by the large estate, making your hair lash about. You take a deep breath. The world rushed as you let yourself fall down to the paved stone below. You tucked yourself at the last few moments and you tumbled instead of falling flat. It still stung, but nothing except for a few scrapes. You picked yourself up, dusting yourself off from the stray dirt you gathered in your less then graceful landing.

You looked back up at your window for a moment before you turned your back on the large estate and set your eyes on the southern exit, the only person who patrolled there was your cousin, and you knew if he caught you that you could talk your way out of it. You smile and you take the quickest way across the courtyard, you pause only when you see the outside patrolling dog sleeping in front of the southern gate.

Xiaotian, you knew the dog. Faithful only to your cousin, and had a bark that could wake the entire island. You had to quietly pass the sleeping black dog, taking your sandles off to make less noise. You swore you held your breath until you were safely outside of the estate walls.

You look out to the torchlight that danced and signaled the town just below the hillside where the Palace and it's estate resided. It was like looking at a reflection of the sky sprawled out below as the night slowly took hold and the reds faded to blues and blacks. You took a deep breath of the crisp air crawling in from the wind from the sea. It was nice in the town, it was always lively at this time of day. You could hear the sailors and fishermen who had returned from the docks began to enjoy their wines and rums that the pubs and taverns.

Your stomach was in knots as you made your way through the winding streets. People stumbled about, some linked arm and arm, others just trying to make it home. No one really spared you a second glance. Music spilled from almost every corner and alleyway, all muffled by the sound of people attempting to speak over the volume of the music. You tried to recall the name of the pub Wukong had told you of. What had he called it?

Something with fruit in name.

You began to scan to signs as you reach the block of shops, inns and pubs near the docks. You looked for anything that struck your memory, your eyes settle on a two story pub set out by itself, it was settled on the docks itself and had a big sign hanging out front. ' The Rotten Peach' written in whispy script, you blink and look at it. You look up to the second floor to two peering faces.

Then just as quickly as you looked up and noticed them, they were gone in a flash of green and brown. You tilt your head some but you move to the entrance and push the large wooden door into the pub. You smiled as the bright yellow wash of candle and firelight warmed your face as you got inside.

You let your eyes go across the faces of those at the bar and the surrounding tables. You saw plenty of drunken sailors, ladies dressed in hanfu that the slit was only closed by the size of their thighs, fishermen speaking bolstiously about their catch. You didn't see Wukong anywhere in sight, or any of his crew that you had met. You walked in a few steps before you felt a hand on your shoulder. You spun around quickly and was met by the friendly face you often saw by Wukong's side, though you didn't see his partner in crime. MK stood behind you with a big grin, his tail waved about behind him in swishing and twitching motions. He wore his faded red yi and ku, the sash tied around was a bright yellow color. You didn't often see him wearing anything else now that you think of it.

" Hey, MK, damn you startled me. " You made a light chuckle.

" Heh, sorry about that. Come on, Captain sent me down to get you. " MK rubbed the back of his head, " We are all upstairs." He motioned for you to follow. You trailed behind the young simian, the sound of several loud voices broke through the drone of bar patrons as you both reached the staircase to the second floor.

As you both crested the top of the staircase, the voices became recognizable, especially Mei's enthusiastic chanting of 'chug'. You glance at the top floor, it was mostly empty except for the rowdiest bunch you've met on the island. Wukong stood in the center of the group of four crew members, he held a pitcher of some amber liquid that he was drinking straight from the mouth of what was supposed to be a serving glass. When he slammed down the pitcher, Mei threw her arms up into the air with a loud shout, the other three seemed less enthusiastic but made laughs.

Wukong wiped the drips from his chin as you and MK approached. He looked over and his tail waved about behind him as his eyes met yours. " Tao! Just in time!" He let out a snicker.

You let a smile reach your lips. " I can see that, though I think I'm a few drinks behind now."

MK reached over as he reached the table and snagged up an unattended cup, then he swished it about. " Don't worry, I'm sure you can catch up. " He chuckled.

Wukong put his arm around your shoulder and guided you to the empty space next to him in front of the table, " MK's right! We have plenty of time for you to catch up." He pulled over a cup that was already filled to the brim with froth and dark liquor, maybe made with some kind of barley from the scent hitting your nose. He scooted it to your hand and smiled.

Pigsy, if you remembered his name right, made a snort. His snout wrinkled just a little as he looked out of the corner of his eye. " How can she catch up with how you drink? We've only been here an hour and between you, Mk and Mei, you all have already swallowed a barrel full."

Mk made a ' pfft' and took a big drink from his own cup, then he put his arm around the pig-mans broad shoulders. " You're exaggerating, Pigsy. "

Pigsy took a swift from the short stout glass of his own. " Oh I am?"

The dark haired man with the spectacles, pushed the brim of his glasses up his nose. He didn't have a glass of anything, instead he had an empty bowl with a pair of chopsticks across the rim. " Come on Pigsy, don't be like that. We all work hard and deserve a little relaxation time."

The very large, but surprisingly friendly blue man spoke up, his cat wast perched on his shoulder. " That's right, my sweet and sour pigsy. Especially you. " He snickered and pat the top of Pigsy's head much like a child.

Pigsy swatted at the hand and growled, a tusk showing. You had to hold in a laugh and you turn your attention back to your own drink and Wukong, who seemed to look away from you the moment you turned your head and put his face in his own drink. Had he been staring at you? You shrug it off and take a deep drink from the tin cup. It burned on its way down but it tasted of spices and barley. You must have made a face because Wukong cocked an eyebrow at you.

" Have you not had spiced ale before?" His tone was definitely amused.

" Most of the time I drink wine, " You admitted. " But it doesn't taste bad. Just, different I guess. "

Wukong chuckled and his tail swayed behind him lazily. The sound of the music being played below began to get loud enough to seep through to the second floor, some kind of fiddle and a set of singers. You couldn't make out the words, but the tone seemed lively. You hum and tap your foot some as you drink.

" It must be nice. " You speak after a moment and Wukong set his empty cup on the table, he made a hum of acknowledgement.

" What must be?" His thick eyebrow was cocked and his golden eyes shined in the flickering firelight from the candles and sconces.

" Being able to come and go from the island as you like. " You finish your first glass and Wukong was quick to fill your glass back up with one of the many pitchers that littered the table.

He leaned against one hand, his elbow propped on the table. " I suppose it is nice. I've always enjoyed drifting place to place, only returning to my home Flower Fruit Mountain once a year to check up on a few things. No one's there anymore so no point in hanging about there. " He made a chuckle but it almost seemed sad to you.

" Well that's why you have such a colorful crew. " You let out a puff of air akin to a laugh.

Wukong leaned over, letting his hand fall, just a couple inches from your hand resting next to you recently filled cup. " They are from all walks of life, that's true. " His tail twitched some, a smile on his lips. " You could join us too."

You felt your heart stutter in its beats. " I... I would love that... To leave and go off with you, " you saw his smile grow a bit bigger, or perhaps it was a smirk now, " a-and the others. It seems like such fun. "

Wukong made a hum in his throat, his eyes narrowed to where you could more vividly see the streaks of teal on his eyelids. " Oh it can be. "

You rubbed the bottom of your cup like a worry stone. For a moment you listened to the padding of feet behind you as MK and Mei swung about and laughed as they danced haphazardly to the beats of the music below. You smiled softly. " Would you take me? I'm not a fighter but... "

You felt a hand cup over yours and your eyes moved from the ale bubbles popping at the top of your glass to meet glowing gold. Wukong laughed gently. " I would gladly take you with me when we leave,Tao... Tang over there isn't a fighter either. " His grin stretched some into a playful smirk. " You can hide below deck with him. "

You snort a laugh and your shoulders relax. When had you tensed them? Or had they always been so tense? " When? How long had you all planned to stay?" You tried not to sound to eager, but you are sure it still came off that way.

Wukong's tail flicked and waved some. " Another week I think. "

You clasp his hand with both of yours, ale all but forgotten. " Then take me with you when you go."

Wukong's eyes met yours for a moment, and you saw a dusting of pink going across his cheeks. His smile grew impossibly wide, and you felt him pull you closer to him. He was deceptively strong, it almost felt like you had glided across the wooden floor. "Of course, peach. You just had to say the word." He snickered and you felt his tail brush against your pant leg.

You felt hands on your shoulders and you were suddenly shaken from behind, Mei let out a sound not unlike a dragon's roar as she shook you vigorously. If Wukong didn't have a good hold on you, you might have fallen over.

" A new crew mate! Fuck yes! Oh girl! I can't wait to show you around the ship! Just two fancy ladies tearing the sea asunder!" Mei shouted, she let go of you and you had to take ahold of Wukong's yellow yi for more support as the world stopped shaking. . " MK! Go snag that pipa and flute guy from below, this party is about to get wild and we need some good music!"

MK did a mock salute before he took off down the stairs. It didn't take the brown furred youth long to track down the poor sap. When he was unceremoniously set down on the ground, he looked at the mixed company he was in. The sack of gold was one way to get the music playing again, though you weren't sure where MK had been hiding it. The song started up again, the same tone as before.

Wukong laughed and you felt his arm snake around your waist, " Let's dance." He looked at you, his eyes seemed to glow brighter for a moment as your eyes met his.

Your heart felt like it stopped for a brief moment, then you nod. He pulled you along with him to the more clear area of the room, avoiding the two young charges he had on his crew that had begon their rambunctious dance that seemed to become a contest of who could spin the other's drink out of their cup.

The world whirled for a moment as the last few steps, Wukong swung you about so you were facing him and his hands rested on your hips. You made a laugh, and he grinned widely. The music was a fast pace, the strings being plucked matched the movement Wujing began to lead you in. It wasn't like the elegant dances you had been forced to endure during your childhood or even your teenage years. You let out laughs as you were picked up, your legs swung about as he spun you around.

When he brought you back down you tucked your legs against his hips and his hands held you up by your thighs, his hands held you tightly. You ran your fingers through his hair and the smile held on your lips was so wide you were almost squinting.

You hadn't felt felt this happy in a long time. Or ever perhaps.

The song stopped and you were left catching your breath, you felt the heat going to your cheeks as you look into Wukong's eyes a few inches from yours.

" Tao I...." Wukong began.

Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest, your head was dizzy from the dance and the ale swishing about your skull. You placed your hands on his cheeks, the long orange pieces of hair were soft in your fingers. You leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss.

You had to ignore the hoots and whistles from Mei.

[bonny-kookoo]

Sugar and spice Drabble idea, maybe? Jungkook needs someone to watch his hybrid at the last minute and can’t find anyone who’s free to watch her. Namjoon overhears and decides to offer to watch her so he can try to get to know her a little. But the whole thing goes sideways and Y/N gets injured somehow when Namjoon turns his attention away from her for a few minutes. I absolutely adore this series by the way!!

You wanted angst, you get angst. Suffer.

"Are you absolutely SURE you can handle this?" Jungkook asks for the fourth time now, checking everything again to make sure nothing could go wrong. It's urgent, a family emergency, and he doesn't have any travel meds for you- so he needs someone to at least be home while he's away. With the carecenter closed at this time however, and no one else available, only Namjoon was up for the task-

And to say that Jungkooks is worried, would be an understatement.

"You said she's calm today, right? It'll be fine." The rapper reassures, more or less confident that he'll manage alright with you. You're a hybrid, you're quiet and calm, you're independent and very much capable of making your own choices as Jungkook had said before. What could go wrong, really?

A lot, apparently.

While it all goes smoothly for a while, Jungkook calling in that night to say that he's going to be on his way back home by tomorrow morning, it all goes south when Namjoon goes out to buy himself something to eat- leaving you alone in the apartment, with no supervision whatsoever.

Now, in one aspect, Jungkook is definitely 100% right. You're no child, no pet. You're very capable of using your human side to make decisions properly. However, that also gives out its risks - because your human judgment does tend to forget sometimes that you're simply not supposed to eat certain things. And with the bandleader not having made any food, neither when he arrived nor now late for dinner, your stomach is screaming for anything to fill it.

In an effort to find anything to at least somewhat soothe your hunger so you can sleep later, you look into the fridge for something you could maybe eat- finding a small container of pudding, left by Namjoon himself. You, however, don't know it's his. It's in your fridge, so it's okay to eat, right?

And Namjoon isn't even mad at you for eating it when he comes back home- simply nodding and shrugging it off as no big deal, giving you the okay to finish the other one left as well. It's something you eagerly agree to- you've never had chocolate before.

You go to sleep feeling a little off- but you blame it on simply missing Jungkook.

When Jungkook texts Namjoon a few hours later in the morning to ask how you're doing, Namjoon lazily replies with an 'doing good, dw' to his friend- but he himself has to get up and actually search for you, because you're nowhere in sight. Do you always sleep this long?

He finds you in the bathroom on the floor, and he can feel himself start to panic.

"Hey- what's wrong?" He tries, but you're not coherent, slurring your voice to the point of making them unrecognizable. He doesn't know what's happening, doesn't realize he's being called by none other than the singer he'd promised to that he'd take proper care of you.

Maybe he can fix this before Jungkook comes home?

Wrong.

Because the door rings just minutes later.

When Jungkook enters the apartment, his smile is immediately wiped off at the sight of his bandleader. "I fucked up." He says, and Jungkook immediately turns serious. "I don't know how, or what's wrong- but I fucked up." He says, leading Jungkook to the bathroom where you've completely slumped over the side of the toilet, barely conscious.

"What the hell happened?" Jungkook asks sternly, immediately helping you try and sit up, skin pale and heart racing under his hand pressed to your chest. "Baby? Hey, I'm back- can you hear me?" He asks, but you don't really respond. "What are you standing there, call an ambulance!" Jungkook barks out angrily at his friend, who scrambles to get the call out.

In the waiting room at the ER, he finally snaps.

"I asked you multiple times! Multiple!" Jungkook angrily states, uncaring of the age difference or any respect. "You said you'd look after her, and here we are! Do you hate her this much?!" He wants to know, Jimin holding him back as he paces back and forth.

"I didn't know.." namjoon mumbles embarrassed, unsure what to say.

"You could've.. no, SHOULD have asked me." Jungkook says, now a lot more quiet. And it's not really any better- if anything, the tone of voice the youngest is using is ice cold, and nothing he's ever heard before. "I trusted you. I really did." Jungkook explains. "I thought, hey, maybe he just needs to see it first hand. Maybe I can change his mind about this." He chuckles darkly. "What a great idea that was."

There's nothing else said between the two for a long time, until a doctor walks up to them. "We couldn't get anything out of her system. She's basically already started digesting most of it; all we can do is help her body break it down on its own." The doctor states. "I've got high hopes she will be just fine. But I have to always remind you that it's not a cakewalk, and complications are common." He explains, making Jungkook sigh with his head in his hands.

"It'll be okay." Jimin offers quietly, and the doctor nods as well.

"Lets keep a positive mindset. You're her owner, correct?" He asks Jungkook, who immediately nods. "You can stay in her room with her. Don't be alarmed by all the machines though." He says, as he leads the zinger to where you're laying in the ICU.

"What do I do if.." Namjoon says after a while of silence, Jimin shaking his head.

"Lets not think about that right now. How could you let her just eat that?" Jimin scolds a lot more gently.

"I didn't know she shouldn't have it!" Namjoon whines. "Jungkook always says she's so independent, yet then she does this!"

"Are you seriously blaming her right now?" Jimin states, unsure. "How many times have you forgotten something? Now imagine living with two different mindsets, two different instincts, all the time. Just try and imagine how confusing that must be." He tries to break through his bandleader. "Its not easy, for neither him nor her. The least you could've done is simply ask." He states.

"I know.. I know and that's the problem." Namjoon shakes his head. "If.. this goes bad, I don't know if he can forgive me." He mumbles quietly, and Jimin sighs.

"I don't think anyone could." Jimin honestly responds before crossing his arms. "For now, let's pray she gets better. Then we'll go from there."

[ronearoundblindly]

What if Ari comes to pick us up from work and a male coworker who is just being nice holds the door open and we laugh at some ridiculous joke and have 0 interest in said Co worker we have Ari but Ari being Ari ...what does he do

Well well well if it isn't ye ol' green-eyed monster fic time...

Warnings for SMUT but it's short and sweet with very vague language... 😉 MINORS DNI. *also not edited

Quick and Dirty, a Bedrock and Blueprints drabble

New guy? I think he looks like DIS:

So he's definitely cute, but hey, you're dating Ari--Ari who's known you for a decade and really should trust you by now.

After that incident of Philip's return though, Ari's been extra protective. He has this moment of seeing this guy. You're laughing, then looking very closely over his shoulder at something he's showing you on his phone, and Ari's sitting in his truck, dirty from his day's work.

This dude is pristinely dressed, well-groomed, articulate, and funny (ok, he's assuming the last two, but whatever). Ari is...super rough around the edges, so he wonders if that's something you like better. He doesn't say anything to you when you get in the truck, though, just asks if you had a good day.

"Great day actually," you beam.

Ari smiles but is a little jealous that greatness wasn't because of him

It's all pretty fine and forgotten until one day you have to stay late at work, can't take your regular bus, and instead of waiting the extra forty minutes for the later (less frequent) bus, you accept a ride home from Boyd.

That's his name. Ari grumbles it back to you when you explain. You didn't tell Ari to pick you up because who knew how long the meetings would take, so he's home and cooking dinner when you are dropped off in some very, very swanky car that Ari just barely sees drive away.

Boyd.

Ari can't help but be a grumpy old fart the rest of the evening. Randomly, mid-movie on the couch, Ari asks, "so is this Boyd married?"

You shift up to look at him, head resting in Ari's lap.

"Or gay? Maybe both?" He's trying to sound casual and failing miserably.

"I don't think so, why? Want his number," you tease.

"He's just very...clean."

"Oh yikes. Lock him up. That's a war crime in this house, I know."

"I only meant--" what the hell does Ari mean? "--he...is very clean."

"Yeah," you exaggerate, sitting up and leaning one arm all way across Ari's lap, landing beside his hip. "You said that."

His stormy blue eyes meet yours in the dim light of the TV. He's not going to ask if you think his beard is unkempt or his hair is too long or his clothes are too--oh.

Your other hand rubs up and down the seam of his sweatpants.

"So if he's clean, then you...are dirty?" Your voice stays low while Ari's head falls lax against the cushion and his breathing turns ragged. "Is that right, Levinson?"

"I...I just..." Ari sighs heavily, growing thick and hard under your strokes. He stares at the ceiling until he feels you straddle him.

You whine his name just the way he likes, and he grips at your thighs and pulls you close just the way you like.

Harsh and heated friction builds between your bodies. Silent minutes later, Ari moans your name in warning, licking his dry lips, but before he can close the distance between you, your fingers are in his hair and pull.

"How could you think that? Huh? You know I love you, don't you? Know I love you here with me."

Ari grunts, trying to nod against your hold.

"Yeah, baby. You know that?" You grind long, slow, full-length rolls across his bulge. "I love you, and I love you--" bent forward, your lips ghost his "--dirty."

Ari's torso tenses beneath you. He's keeping it together but just barely.

"Can you do that for me, Ari?"

Right into his lips, right before you capture him in a kiss, you finish him off. "Make--" grip "--me--" grind "--dirty."

Done. He's done.

Into your mouth, he moans, "fuuuuuu, hhnnnnnyy," and his arms circle your waist as you continue sweet, gentle rolls against him.

After you stop and the kisses become weak pecks here and there, your fingers still massaging his scalp, Ari finally opens his eyes.

His blown pupils and dopey smirk look good on him. He feels pretty great, too. Dirty, sure, but it's a great night. It's early yet.

A few months later, there's a stupid work party.

Ari wears the nicest clothes he has, but they're still old...like he feels.

Ari also feels like a bit of a dud next to you all dolled up and beautiful, a feeling which compounds when Boyd shows up in a perfectly tailored suit and no date.

Ari avoids the introduction for as long as possible, but eventually, your social circulation in the crowd lands him right there with Boyd's hand out expectantly.

"Mr. Levinson, so nice to meet you," Boyd starts with surprisingly genuine excitement.

"Likewise," Ari says tightly.

"You're basically a legend around here," the man continues.

What?

"Can't fix a damn thing myself, but, man, the way your girl talks about you--all that stuff you've done with y'all's house? I mean I wish I could do half of that shit." Boyd holds a hand up to his mouth. "Oh, man, sorry. You curse?"

Ari snorts, loudly and enthusiastically. "Yes, I fucking do."

He'd never thought about it that way, never considered all the stuff he could do that Boyd can't. Ari assumed that since you and Boyd share similar careers, you'd be similar to each other, but this dude is bouncy and chaotic, probably best experienced in small doses.

It's the best scenario he could ever hope for.

"Well," Ari drawls, grinning as he brings his whisky to his lips but doesn't sip, "anytime you need somethin' fixed..."

He likes Boyd. Boyd the Boy. The Boy who can't maintain his own house. The Boy who knows you're Ari's girl. The Boy who addressed him as 'Mr. Levinson.' Yes, he likes Boyd.

Suddenly, the party isn't so bad, and Ari wonders aloud if Boyd plays poker.

Later, while you lean on his shoulder on the ride home, you let out a long breath.

"Told ya so," you mumble, "my dirty, old man."

Oh okay. That's how you're playing it? Ari might just have a few more points to prove tonight...

bwahahahahahahaha

[Main Masterlist]

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddiemas challenge.

Permanent 99

Prompt Day 30: Smut Themed Sentence Starters | Word Count: 2811 | Rating: E | CW: Sexual Content, 18+ Only | Tags: Sports AU, Swimming AU, Modern Setting, Eddie & Gareth are BFFs, Olympic Swimmers, Heat Wave, Outdoor Fooling Around, Blowjob, Eddie POV

This follows my Sports AU drabble from @steddieholidaydrabbles where they were Olympic Swimmers, but can be read standalone.

This one is also available right here on AO3.

we're hot and sticky as we can get, don't need to go swimming to be soakin' wet, you lean in and you bite my lip, it's hard to be cool in heat like this, sweat drop at the end of your nose, makes you lose your mind and lose your clothes Christian Kane, Permanent 99

Eddie rests his forearm over his eyes, attempting to block out the way too bright sun and wipe the sweat away from his forehead at the same time. 

The strips of cheap vinyl from the PVC lounger are sticking to his bare back and he can't seem to shift in any way to get comfortable with the feeling. Steve is worth millions, but he's dragged out some old as shit, tri-fold lounge chairs from last century. They had to have been stashed in his parents' pool house, left over from the eighties, faded from sun and years of disuse. If Eddie's going to be subjected to the summer sun, he's definitely gonna need a newer chair, because this is really not working for him. 

He's sticking to it in ways that feel really gross.

That has a lot to do with the fact that it's so humid it's almost insufferable. The glare off of the water isn't helping matters. It's blinding him, even through his sunglasses. They've spent a lifetime looking at pool water, so Eddie's not entirely sure why they're still doing it now, on their own time.

“It’s hot as shit,” Eddie finally announces, moving his arm just enough to catch a glimpse of Steve next to him.

Steve smiles, seemingly unconcerned by the unrelenting heat. 

He's tanned, and glistening in the sun, looking every bit of a Greek god. That bastard.

Eddie's actually seen Steve in Athens, at the fucking Olympiad itself, and he damn well didn't look anything like he does right now. Steve was only nineteen then, still just a kid chasing a dream. And, now he's a man. A gorgeous man.

Eddie is pretty sure he looks like an overheated, wet cat in comparison. A pitiful thing that probably just needs put down.

But Eddie grins, because retirement looks good on Steve Harrington. Damn good. Retired before thirty. That's quite the thing to wrap his head around. 

But that's not going to stop Eddie's complaining.

“From now on, summer months will be spent strictly indoors. It's too hot, and I’m too pale for this,” Eddie declares, as if that is the final decision on the subject matter.

It isn't. Not if his perpetually sun-kissed boyfriend has a say in the matter.

Steve just rolls his eyes, and doesn’t look away from his magazine, "You made the worst dressed list, again," Steve offers, flashing the glossy pages in his direction. "They put you on the fug list."

Well, Eddie doesn't give a flying fug what that rag thinks. He's gonna wear what he's gonna wear. 

"And let me guess, you're in the other column?" Eddie asks, but he already knows it. Ever since they went public with their relationship after retirement, they've been tabloid fodder. Everyone has been speculating on how long this has been going on (since Athens) and how long it will last (hopefully forever) and they've picked apart every last detail of their lives they can get their hands on. And their very different style choices have been a popular topic of conversation.

Steve retired, Eddie didn't. Until he did. And now, they're both out of the meat grinder, free at last to do whatever they want to with all this brand new free time. Eddie's had fun running swim clinics for kids, and Steve has been funneling his time and money into his charitable foundation.

The rest of the time, they spend lazing together, just like this. Finally getting to really build this relationship of theirs into something even deeper, and stronger, than ever before.

They can't leave swimming, not totally. It's in their blood. But it's nice to be away from the early practices and constant sacrifices you have to make to be an Olympian, not just once, but several Games in a row.

Their not-so-secret love went public at Eddie's last Games, when Steve showed up, but kept out of the announcer's booth, and refused to be interviewed. He wasn't there for his own promo. Everybody was pissy about it, wanting a piece of him, wanting the ratings boost his voice, his face, would bring in. But Steve was only there to see Eddie, Gareth and the rest of his friends on Team USA swim, that's it.

So, it didn't take long for rumors to reach a fever pitch, and instead of denying them. They just admitted they were together, and had been, for a very long time. And now, they were looking forward to retirement, together. 

And that was that. 

They've been holed up at Steve's house ever since, trying to keep away from prying eyes, to just be together. With no other commitments. No early practices. No strict diets.

They're just Eddie and Steve. No longer Harrington and Munson.

But, Eddie's getting a little stir crazy and a lot hot. He needs to be anywhere but beside a pool right now.

“I haven’t even set foot in the goddamn pool and I’m sweating through my trunks,” Eddie whines, just making sure his opinion on the subject has been heard by Steve, loud and clear.

“Shoulda rocked the banana hammock, bro,” Steve supplies with a shrug of his shoulders, laughing loudly, totally unbothered by Eddie’s constant bitching. 

Eddie smiles, "Don't call me bro, dude."

Steve giggles, and it's the best sound. So carefree. All that weight of expectation just…gone. It was amazing to see. Retired from professional swimming, Steve doesn’t sweat the small stuff, not anymore. And Eddie is one hundred percent down for that.

"Speedos aren’t exactly casual pool wear, regardless of what you might think, Harrington,” Eddie adds.

“Sure they are,” Steve answers, waving his hand over his lap.

Eddie looks over at Steve, and lowers his sunglasses down his nose. Steve's wearing a tiny, all-white Speedo that Eddie can't look away from. It was a purposeful choice, Eddie is well aware. 

Steve's baiting him. 

And the white makes it basically see through. It’s nearly obscene and Eddie knows damn good and well Steve wore it on purpose, knowing he’d either sweat through it, and make it see through, or end up in the pool…and make it see through. 

Eddie knows this game well and it sadly always, always works on him. He's an easy mark. Always has been when it comes to Steve Harrington.

Eddie pushes his glasses back up on his face.

“You're right, the Federation should have forgotten all about the tech suits and went back to those," Eddie says, licking his lips, wetting them. Two can play at this game.

There’s a sweat drop clinging to the end of Steve’s nose and Eddie reaches over to catch it with his thumb. Raking his eyes all over Steve.

"Is this seriously turning you on?" Steve asks, lifting an eyebrow. "I'm basically wearing an old work uniform."

Eddie just nods, looking at every inch of Steve's body. Still toned, but already going slightly softer in places. Not to mention all the body hair. Steve's hairy, when the fuck did that happen? After only knowing him as the shaved and waxed swimmer, this has been a fucking revelation of a magnitude Eddie can't even put into words. 

Steve's a man. No longer the kid he was when they met, a million years and a million miles away from here.

"You're staring," Steve says, teasing him, and Eddie just nods. He's definitely staring and he'll do it some more. 

Steve smiles and sets his magazine down and crawls over onto Eddie’s lounger, straddling Eddie’s thighs. It creaks and shifts under them, and Eddie holds his breath, and prepares for the little metal legs to collapse. It doesn't, miraculously, and Steve takes Eddie's stillness for an opportunity to lean in and bite at Eddie’s bottom lip before Eddie can, well, give him any more lip. Eddie groans a little at the feeling, hands settling on Steve’s hips. Steve deepens the kiss and runs his fingers through Eddie’s sweat-damp hair.

When they finally break apart, Steve is even slicker with sweat than he was before, but he just grins down at Eddie.

“Let’s go in,” Eddie urges, thumbs tracing lazy circles on Steve’s exposed hip bones. Running his thumb over Steve's Olympic rings tattoo that's just barely peeking over the top of the tiny Speedo. 

Steve took Eddie to get his own rings tattoo after his first Olympics, and Eddie took Gareth after his. It's a sacred tradition. 

Eddie presses his thumb into the slightly faded ink, then dips it lower, stroking until he feels coarse hair under his thumb. Then, he's sliding his other hand up and down Steve's hairy thigh. More hair. Hair for days.

In fact, Steve’s chest hair is damp and right in Eddie’s face. It’s driving him a little wild. Steve spent so many years shaved, that this has been a goddamn turn on. Eddie leans forward and buries his face in Steve's chest.

Steve just laughs, and pushes Eddie back down, nipping at Eddie’s neck playfully, “S’good out here.”

“Think of the air conditioning. And the big, big bed.”

“This is bed-like,” Steve insists, reaching over and hitting the lever sending the chaise flat. The unsteady metal legs wobble comically and Eddie laughs as Steve topples over on top of him ungracefully. It's a nice change of pace, since Eddie often feels like he's the ungraceful one nearly everywhere but in the water. Always one wrong move from a trip to the E.R., while Steve stands by, shaking his head. 

Eddie’s fairly certain this flimsy-ass chair can't hold their combined weight indefinitely, even without Steve trying to fuck him through it. But he still runs his fingers through Steve’s hair, pulling him closer, encouraging him. 

He'll ride this train into the ground, without question. 

Steve closes his eyes, and grinds down against him.

Eddie grips Steve’s hips, resting his fingers against Steve’s ass, cupping him through the Speedo. When he squeezes his fingers underneath the tight material, Steve opens his eyes to meet Eddie’s, and Eddie just raises an eyebrow, questioning.

“By all means,” Steve answers, lifting up enough for them to work together to get it shimmed off his ass.

It isn’t easy. Removing a wet Speedo never is, and Steve’s wallering him in the process. Eddie almost takes a knee to the nuts, but they finally get it peeled off Steve's hips and tossed onto the ground. 

Steve unties Eddie’s trunks and pulls the Velcro closure apart loudly. He snakes his hand inside and closes his fist around him, and Eddie can’t help but buck up into the tight grip. 

“Fuck, Steve,” Eddie pants, leaning back further, enjoying the feeling.

Steve smiles and leans forward, chasing him, licking a path of sweat off of Eddie’s chest. It makes Eddie shiver unexpectedly and he can’t stop himself from tangling his hand in Steve’s hair. Urging him lower. Steve takes the hint. He always does.

He pushes apart Eddie's trunks, getting himself better access, and Eddie lifts up, to let him tug them down a little further, but not all the way off. 

Eddie groans when Steve’s mouth makes contact with his dick.

He rests his hand on Steve's head, feeling every movement from above and below. Steve's a gold medal cocksucker, that's for goddamn sure. 

"That's good, sweetheart," Eddie says, and Steve hums in acknowledgement, head moving up and down, hand doing the rest of the work in tandem. 

Eddie slides his hand down to Steve's face, pressing his palm to his stubbly cheek, and Steve changes the angle, so the head of Eddie's dick now hits the inside of his cheek with every bob of his head, bumping against Eddie's palm.

Steve's teasing him, playing with him, but it's fucking hot. 

So hot, and it's all Eddie can take, honestly, and he arches his hips off the chair, coming. 

Steve pulls off, and makes eye contact as he swipes his tongue around his mouth, gathering up Eddie's come on his tongue, which he shows Eddie, before swallowing.

"You're gonna kill me," Eddie says, as he moves to wrap his hand around Steve's hard dick, but Steve holds up one finger, wagging it at him. 

And then he slides fully on top of Eddie, and ruts into his hip. Using Eddie to get himself off.

Jesus H. Christ. 

Retired Steve is his favorite version, so far. Even more than top of the podium Steve. Or secret locker room blowjob Steve.

This version? His to keep? This is the one. 

Steve's breathing heavy into Eddie's ear, hot puffs of air and soft moans that make Eddie wish he could get hard again right now. Eddie digs his fingers into Steve's slick back, just along for the ride. Getting to enjoy the sights and sounds of Steve working hard. Breath catching with exertion. 

It's so familiar, and yet, brand new.

Steve lets out a groan in Eddie's ear, and then comes inside Eddie's shorts, and that's a new feat, for sure. 

Steve clearly doesn't give a fuck if he glues himself to Eddie's pubic hair, as he lays down on Eddie fully. Naked, sated and happy. This is the kind of hot Eddie isn't going to complain about. 

He almost says so, when he feels the whoosh of air blow past his arm before there’s a splash in the pool. He freezes. He doesn’t dare open his eyes, even if he’s certain it’s only Gareth. Maybe Robin, if he's really unlucky.

Steve's house has a revolving door. You never know who's gonna show up, unannounced.

And Eddie can't help it, he flushes even further, cheeks red and hot, totally embarrassed. 

When Eddie finally cracks an eye open, he laughs when he sees Gareth standing in the pool, right at the edge. Arms folded, head resting on them. Staring right at Eddie. Gareth has no shame and doesn’t get embarrassed easily, if ever. 

Just like Steve, honestly.

How he's surrounded himself with these two, he's not exactly sure.

"Whatcha guys been doin'?" Gareth drawls out, like he can't see Steve's bare ass in his face and know exactly what they were doing. 

Gareth's caught them fucking in several countries at this point. This is nothing. It's not even in the top ten most compromising positions he's seen them in. But still. Eddie could do without it, for sure.

Gareth's dog, Bonzo, is prancing around poolside, barking and jumping, just as hyper as his owner.

Steve just shakes his head, leaning over and picking up his discarded Speedo and walks back towards the house, like it’s no big deal to be walking around the backyard, totally naked. It's nothing Gareth hasn't seen before, to be certain. They've all spent far too many years together, in far too many locker rooms. 

Still, Eddie lifts his hips, and gets his trunks back up and securely fastened. He’s not about to get caught naked if he can help it. Unlike Steve, he does have some shame, and doesn’t exactly desire his junk getting featured on TMZ.

Some days, Eddie thinks Steve's just daring them to run dick pics of him. Probably because he knows what he's packing, and nobody in their right mind is gonna give his dick bad press. 

Definitely not Eddie. No way.

Eddie is about to get up, when Bonzo seizes the opportunity for the freed up premium seating, and jumps up onto Eddie’s lap.

Eddie hears the chair give way before he feels it. Soon enough they’re both falling to the ground. It’s a short fall, but Eddie still scrapes his elbow on the concrete and Bonzo shoots him daggers as if this whole mess was Eddie's fault, as the dog darts away from the scene of the crime, and towards the house, trying to catch up with Steve.

Steve clearly saw it happen, and he’s doubled over laughing near the sliding glass doors, still naked, and Eddie really doesn’t find it all that funny. 

“Fuck you, asshole, that hurt!” Eddie yells across the yard as he awkwardly untangles himself from the wreckage. Steve just laughs harder, and as much as Eddie wants to, it’s hard for him to stay mad at Steve.

Eddie gets up and surveys the collapsed heap of vinyl and aluminum. It looks like it's a total loss, and that does make Eddie smile, fully thankful that the chair from hell finally met its overdue end.

He jogs to catch up with Steve, hoping to slide in the shower with him, where Steve will kiss his wounded pride all better, and maybe go for round two. 

Notes: Song is Permanent 99 by Christian Kane. It's not on Spotify, or I'd just embed it. Gareth's dog is Bonzo, after John Bonham. Because I still like to think he's a drummer in this world, and that still plays with Eddie here, too. They just took their focus elsewhere.

This is the kind of chair I'm talking about, which they're still making apparently?! I had no idea.

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[quinloki]

Its gotten to the point where you take up about 95% of my feed. How do you do it? I can barely focus enough to write one short drabble @-@

^^; a lot of my stuff's reblogs, and I haven't been posting as much the last few weeks as I did leading up to December last year.

But, I also tend to write a good 2-5k words a day, unless I have plans or work gets super busy, and by nature of what I do for work I tend to also have time to write at work, which is definitely a leg up.

And I mean, I write decently fast? ^^; I've been typing/writing for a good ... 30 years at this point. (I mean literally, we got our first home computer in the dial-up days when I was 12)

I used to riff short stories at work too, when I worked factory jobs, people would give me prompts and I'd make up stories about characters and situations and stuff to pass the time. I RP a lot too, between D&D and old school chat stuff back in the day.

Add to that a decent dash of hyper focus and the fact that writing isn't a struggle like drawing is (I love both, I swear), and it just makes it something I can sink into and unwind with. When I can't focus I play video games or do chores, and it takes the pressure off and usually doing something I don't have to think about lets my mind wander and I end up thinking about what to write, and then I go write.

But being okay with all that took a lot of practice.

And, I mean, I stopped writing for a good ten years. Thought I had given up on it entirely to be honest. One Piece just lit a fire under me and I decided to dive in and here we are.

More than anything though, you gotta figure out what works best for you. Forcing it never ends well in my experience, and honestly there's not much that can help except trial and error. Everyone's just so different there's no magical "do this" I can offer. With writing or drawing.

And sometimes what didn't work for you before will now. I guess, if anything, I'd say just don't give up - walk away if you need to, health first is really REALLY important - but don't let things walk you away from it for forever.

[doomh3ad]

I will bite patrik batman

i adore the tone of this ask i'm obsessed and you inspired me so i wrote 2 drabbles the first is not serious at all and also kinda gory and the second is genuine nsfw so ... enjoy.

Tonight is the night. It has to be.

You've been dating Patrick Bateman for three years now, you moved in with him last year but there still isn't a ring on your finger: tonight, he's taking you to Dorsia. You've got all dressed up in clothes he personally picked out, and Patrick seemed to extend his usual skincare and workout routine this morning. He's being lovely, all smiles and compliments. It has to be tonight. He'll propose.

On your way to Dorsia, you can't help but notice just how good he looks in that new suit - new suit? Something is definitely up. He opens doors for you, pulls out your chair for you when you're seated at a table for two: tasteful decor surrounds you, a few expensive looking candles lit to aid your vision in the dim, romantic lighting.

Patrick orders the fanciest bottle of wine, even lets you try things off his plate, and when the courses have all been taken away he clears his throat, sounding nervous for the first time since you've ever met him.

"I want- need to ask you something," he begins, and his hand goes to his pocket. As he gets down on one knee, your eyes water; the look in his eyes when he meets yours breaks your heart. It's uncharacteristically vulnerable.

"Will you marry me?"

You go to him, smoothing down your clothes and ignoring the stares. You take one look at the exquisite ring and you're falling harder than you thought was possible.

"Yes. Yes, of course, oh my god, yes."

He's reaching up to slip the ring on your finger when you sweetly rip out his jugular with your teeth, spraying blood all over his expensive new suit. The Dorsia staff and patrons scream and there's a stampede as they rush out.

And yet all you're thinking is, fuck you Patrick, your business card sucks.

as a side note im sorry ok here's the serious nsfw part

There's barely a part of you he hasn't touched by now. With your hands in his hair, messing up that perfect style, and him giving into your pleas for more, more, more: you think you're seeing heaven. Patrick is actually listening to you; when you say you want it more gentle or rough, he complies. Tonight, whatever you say goes.

He moves back up to kiss you, admiring how the mirror reflects the image of you two. You break away to breathlessly admit you want to try something, and it's Patrick, so he's up for it. You whisper it in his ear, too shy to even let it echo in the empty bedroom, and a ferocious gleam in his eyes appears. He's nodding before you even finish, and makes a sly comment about how "it's only fair".

He's right - he's left a considerable number of marks on you. It's your turn. And boy, are you going to take advantage of that.

You twist his hair tighter in your hands and expose his neck, gently biting down into the skin there. Patrick actually laughs at you, and urges you "harder".

You comply. You leave bite marks and scratches from your nails until his perfect body is littered with them. Until he's wincing, actually showing pain along with the pleasure.

Then, you smile up at him, your mouth bloody. He tells you it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, and kisses you until he can taste his own blood on his tongue.

[threadsun]

Super meant to expand on this earlier but I had work to do

Joseph would take the most convincing of your harem to drink your blood. Not because he doesn't want to! He's just so fucking scared he's gonna hurt you. He also doesn't have any real sadistic tendencies like almost every other member of your harem, Ian doesn't really get anything out of it either. If you want Joseph to fulfil his dreams of tasting your blood you have to taste his first

You hold the beautiful ritual knife firmly in your hand, gently brushing the sharp edge against Joseph's collar bone, reveling in the way his hips squirm under you. You ask him one last time if he's ready for this, he chuckles "Born ready doll, please, I've been so sinful, please purify me" Always so quick to beg, you lean down and give him a quick kiss before trailing your kisses downward. With how loud he get when you reach his neck your half tempted to stay there and redefine his hickeys, but you move on. You trail your lips down to right over his heart, warmth filling you as you feel his heart beat against your lips

You sit up once more, making sure to straddle his hips with your own. You love Joseph, and you trust him fully, but you know he can't control the way his hips buck for you. It's cute, how much he needs you, how honest he always is. You trace the tip of your knife over his heart, taking this moment to remind him you're only cutting deep enough to make him bleed, you'd hate to hurt one of your boyfriends "I know, please, please make me bleed for you. I need it, I didn't know how much I needed it until you brought it up. Please, cut me open"

He's already breathless and you've barely even touched him. You can feel his hardened cock press against you through his jeans as you lean down ever so slightly. You're definition of careful, sure you could damn near bring people back from the dead but the thought of causing him more pain than you promised makes you feel queasy. You lightly press the knife into his skin, cutting through like butter

The cut isn't very deep but it's already overflowing with his rich blood. You lean down further, gently lapping up the blood that cascaded down his chest before bringing your lips up to the source, lightly sucking on the wound to drink up more of his blood. You're brought back up from your revery by Joseph's bucking hips "Sor-Sorry, so sorry, can't help it, fuck please don't stop" He's devolved into a whimpering mess, his massive hands gripping onto the headboard like it's his only life line

He whines as you pull your lips from his wound. You give it one last kiss before watching it stich back together as if you never even touched. You look up at Joseph, his eyes are filled with tears and desperation, silently begging you for more. You can't help but take pity on him. You lean up to his neck, sinking your teeth into that one spot right below his ear that makes him see stars. An endless string of thank yous leave him as he cums in his pants, aided by your knee lightly grinding against him, helping him ride out his orgasm

You softly kiss his tears away as he comes down from his high. You reach over to your night stand and grab the glass of water you prepared earlier. You tip the glass to his lips and he obediently drinks from it. You chuckle and remind him you didn't tie his hands to the head board this time, he lets out his own chuckle before letting go of the head board and wrapping his arms around your waist. You remind him of his cum soaked pants "Later...wanna hold you. Is that ok?" You tell him of course and snuggle into his chest, listening to his heart beat as you two relax in his after glow

I did it again, this was supposed to just be a headcanon drabble thing. I don't know how I got here

😳👀🥵 HOW are you so good at this????? Losing my goddamn mind over subby masochist Joseph!!! He's so needy and desperate and god I love him soooooo much!!!

[this-is-krikkit]

Hey Sunshine 💜💜💜

As I didn't annoy you yet today, I'm here to:

1/ remind you that I exist & I can be a pain in the ass in case you forgot 😈

2/ request 13 "Don't move" for the Drabble Prompts post 📝

3/ send you a hug 🫂

See ya!

Mwah 😘

VV !! 😏😉 thank you for the request 🤗

1/ i can't forget that you exist, i love you too much for that ♥️♥️ and you're never annoying 😘

2/ i technically don't have to honor that promise since my choice lost, but i couldn't resist writing it down anyway… and I'd already used that line before you even sent in the ask, so it feels like the stars were aligned for me to post whatever the f this is!!

3/ hugging you right back ♥️🥰 and i really hope you like this!!

send me prompts and i'll write a drabble

lingua (ao3 link)

Tags: modern au, nsfw, nsfw use of piercings, afab levi ackerman, amab hange zoë, t4t, trans levihan, don't like don't read, he/him pronouns for Levi, she/her pronouns for Hange, porn with feelings, don't do this at home (no really don't you're supposed to wait longer)

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"Hey, pretty boy," Hange singsongs under her breath when she enters Levi's studio, the entire one room apartment bathed in a gorgeous sunset orange at this late hour of the day.

As she predicted, he's still out cold from his previous night shift as a nurse, and she hesitates as she closes the door as quietly as possible. It's hard not to feel guilty at the thought of waking him up, but she's got two major excuses she thinks will make it worth it.

The first one is silly, idiotic even, and if Levi doesn't approve, will turn into a total disaster of a surprise.

The second is slightly embarrassing. Hange's historical thesis has been keeping her way too busy lately, and both money and the ER team schedule have been so tight that Levi has needed to work double the usual amount of additional hours, which resulted in them not seeing each other for over a couple of weeks now. And okay, she's got that other trivial mission in mind for tonight, but if she's being honest, this kind of a gap between shared moments simply isn't something she can stand for a day longer. It has been eating away at her for a solid week now, and she realized today that she just missed him to fucking much not to cut her afternoon studying session short, promising herself to start earlier tomorrow morning, and sneak into Levi's apartment –using the key he'd pretended to have forgotten at her place, barely two months into their still blossoming relationship.

She takes off her shoes and jacket, throwing them on his beloved worn out leather chair in the corner of the room, easily dismissing the twinge of worry she'd felt about the earful she's definitely going to get for that later, before she goes to lie down next to him on his sofa bed. She lightly brushes the longest strands of his hair away from his eyes and looks down at his gorgeous, peacefully sleeping face, unable to resist kissing him lightly on the nose and chuckling when it crinkles in reply.

"The fuck you doing here, Four-eyes?" he asks without opening his eyes, voice barely audible through its sleepy grogginess.

He sounds as angry and grumpy as he always would to a stranger's ear, but his arms wrap around her body and drag her on top of him anyway, his hands traveling up and down her back and lightly scratching along her spine like he knows she loves.

"Couldn't stand to be cooped up in my cave like a hermit anymore, so I decided to escape and come see my boyfriend," she replies, only pecking his lips once before sliding down to kiss her way to his neck.

She pauses there, inhaling his usual comforting scent and losing herself in the enticing warm drowsiness he's cocooned into and almost deciding to fall asleep here and there -when did she sleep last, again, anyway? she can't recall- but she's got something to do, so she tears herself away from this heavenly spot and drops kisses downards until she reaches the years old scars on his chest.

"Tch, I was sleeping. So annoying," Levi complains, even as his hips immediately roll and start seeking friction against Hange's body.

But she's got a plan, a serious plan to surprise him with that new piercing she's so psyched over, and not even her growing arousal will deter her from it, she mentally scolds herself -no matter how uncomfortable her jeans are starting to feel and how much parts of her are begging her to respond to his movements right now.

"Is this annoying?" she asks, wrapping her lips around one of his nipple and only letting the tip of her tongue wet it, before moving to play with the other one the exact same way.

"Yes, it is," Levi speaks up, sounding much more awake now, glaring down at her. "You know how much I hate it when you tease.”

Hange's brain comes up with a dozen counterexamples to that statement, but she lets it slide.

"Relax, babe," she chuckles, leaving another trail of kisses down his belly, "I've got a surprise for you."

She hooks her fingers in his underwear's elastic and slides it down his legs when he obediently lifts his hips up to help her out. She takes a moment to allow her hands to roam back up his limbs, marveling at the powerful muscles she can feel right under his skin.

"I don't like surprises," he lies again, just as Hange finally settles between his thighs, her short nails still digging into the skin of his hips as her mouth hovers over him.

"Oh, you don't?" she asks, faking surprise and feigning to go and unhook one of his legs like she's about to get away. "Never mind then, I'll go–

"Don't move," he warns, using the force of his legs to push on her back and keep her where she is.

Hange grins at the lust in his voice and lowers her face enough that her mouth can part his lower lips gently, and a low moan escapes her through the intimate kiss when she realizes how wet he is already.

"Damn, what were you dreaming about that got you so worked up?" she wonders against him.

She's not even really asking, not when he's already panting and he somehow tastes even better than she recalled, not when she has to stop herself from ruining her big reveal by eating him out like he deserves right now, by drinking every drop of fluid his body can produce to quench her thirst and make him writhe some more beneath her newly accessorized tongue.

"You, actually," Levi confesses, sounding almost as shy as he does out of breath.

He's staring straight down and into her eyes as he says it though, looking both terrified and determined to get his point across, and Hange really doesn't know how she manages to hold back when he's pulling this brutal honesty barely hiding a mountain of vulnerability act on her -the very one she knows is too soon to reveal how it makes her heart hammer in her chest every single time she witnesses it.

Still, she somehow succeeds in reigning it in, only swallowing thickly before she replies.

"Ha! Never heard you admit that before," she half jokes.

And it's not actually untrue. She knows the physical effect she has on him, she's seen, felt and tasted it before, but Levi's hasn't been very vocal about this stuff so far –not unless they're in the middle of it and his brain gets foggy enough that he starts blabbering barely audible affectionate words to her she thinks she'll never get enough of. He's an action over words guy, much better at conveying how much he likes the way she's now slowly pushing the tip of her tongue in and out of him by threading his fingers through her hair and pulling her even closer, much more comfortable with tilting his hips towards her to try and get more of the contact he so desperately craves right now than by begging out loud for it.

"So, that's the big –fuck– surprise?" he asks between moans he can't keep in, "you driving me mad by edging me like this for hours? Cause that's hardly fucking surpri–

Hange opens her mouth wider and, before he finishes his sentence and her nerves get the better of her, lets the flat of her tongue and the hard metal of her now thirteen days old piercing come in contact with Levi's clit, lightly but firmly stroking it.

Levi startles and yelps at the unusual feeling, tugging at her hair in shock, but Hange's hands settle his hips back down before he can move again.

"Easy, easy," she chuckles, and lifts her head up high enough to proudly show him her new toy. "That's the surprise! You like?"

He freezes on the spot and stares down at her in silence, mouth agape and eyes open wide, and some of her confidence starts to wear off.

"You don't?” she asks instead, much less enthusiastic suddenly. “Shit. I'm sorry I scared you. You know how long I've wanted one of these, and I just thought this would be a funny way to show–

"You lied,” he cuts off her nervous rambling, frowning though his hand is now rubbing at her scalp gently where he pulled a little too hard before.

"What? How?”

“I'm obviously not the only reason you got out of your dorm in the last two weeks," he accuses, with a pout she almost can't tell is fake.

But there's a playful glint to his eyes that she's getting more and more familiar with as she spends more time with this relaxed, open side of him she loves so much, and she decides to mess with him right back.

"Who says I didn't do it myself?" she teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

His entire demeanor changes then, so fast she startles when he sits up and angles her head higher and away from where he needs her the most. He takes a deep breath and settles his free hand on her jaw to keep her mouth open, carefully studying the piece of jewelry.

"Hange Natsu Zoë, for the sake of your immune system and my sanity,” he starts as he looks back up and into her eyes, “you better swear to me that you did not pierce your own fucking tongue."

Hange barks out a laugh at the seriousness in his tone, shaking her head free and pushing him hard enough that he lies back down.

"Truth be told, I watched a couple of Youtube tutorials on the topic," she admits when she's back into position, gently and effortlessly sliding two of her fingers into him, relishing in the shiver she can feel spreading through his body at the smooth intrusion -and how well it works to make him forget whatever he was going to retort in reply. "But it didn't seem worth the risk to end up in the ER while you were on triage duty."

Levi clicks his tongue at her, but it turns into a hiss when she puts her lips over his clit and lightly sucks on it, twirling her piercing around it once it's trapped inside her mouth.

She releases it right when she can tell Levi was nearing his peak, and wordlessly apologizes by hooking and thrusting her fingers faster and faster in and out of him. She alternates between rubbing either the metal piercing and the muscle of her tongue on him, careful not too put too much pressure as he tends to get sensitive.

But Levi doesn't seem to remember that, and he cants his hips closer to her mouth still, his powerful thighs squeezing her head between them, stronger and stronger as she quickens the pace, her mouth and hand working in tandem as she ignores the building pain in her jaw and the need to breathe.

He comes with a loud strangled cry that vaguely resembles her name, and she almost loses focus as she realizes that. She doesn't stop swirling her tongue over him, avoiding his clit and gathering every drop of wetness she can feel leaking out of him to drink it hungrily. Her fingers fight against his squeezing walls to keep pushing against that sweet spot inside of him, drawing out his orgasm and making his entire body shake as he rides the tide.

"Fucking hell," she hears him sigh when he finally releases the pressure around her head, his legs falling heavily on each side of her body onto the mattress.

Hange takes a deep breath in when she's free, wipes her nose, chin and fingers on the sheets and grins up at him and his blushed, fucked-out face. He lazily reaches down and she complies, dragging herself upwards until they're face to face.

He kisses her without needing to think about it like he used to in the early stages of their relationship. His tongue ventures into her mouth immediately, languidly exploring and eager to play with the new addition, and Hange regretfully parts from that exciting enthusiasm when he tugs a little too forcefully at it.

"Careful! It's still sensitive. This shit needs like two months to heal properly."

Levi frowns again at that, and Hange has to bite her lips to stop herself from commenting on just how adorable he looks, trying to look all strict and serious when half of his brain is clearly not completely functional yet.

“Were you even supposed to do that so soon?" he worries, cupping her face into his hands.

It's almost too gentle a moment to ruin it, but Hange's never been one to refuse that kind of a challenge.

“Was it that bad? You know, you have to tell me if you don't like–

The rest of her sentence is muffled behind the hand he's just shoved against her mouth to keep her quiet. She loses tracks of whatever she was going to say anyway when she looks down at him in forced silence, at his rosy cheeks and nose, at his parted lips, at his dilated pupils and the odd determination she can see growing in his eyes.

“I love it,” he whispers softer than she's ever heard him speak, not even glancing down at her mouth.

He removes his hand, thumb caressing her upper lip as he goes, and she feels herself mirroring the gorgeous, easy smile that show on his own face, unable to tell if she's more frustrated or exhilarated at that maybe hint that he could have been talking about something other than her oral skills.

[your-absent-father]

Okay so... I might have done a false gods drabble to just play around with the characters a bit and to find their footing. They turned toxic, petty and clearly horrible people. I love them. You can find the introduction to them here

Tw: alcohol, refrence to sex, problematic characters, usages of bitch as an insult, mention of a future crime, drinking

False Gods drabble:

before a consert

Baz looked at herself in the mirror she held up to her face, looking at every detail of her makeup, made to look like Stevie Nicks herself would have painted her, but for the more modern day. Baz looked at the mask in her lap and frowned. "I hate this stupid mask." 

Nikita rolled her eyes. It wasn't the first time she heard those same complaints and she knew it wouldn't be the last. "I hate your stupid complaining. You are barely even hidden. A child could recognize you under that mask, unlike mine." 

Baz rolled her eyes. "That was your choice. It isn't my fault that beauty like this shouldn't be hidden under marble." Baz winked her eye towards the other woman. Nikita just snarled at her group mate. 

"Maybe I am the more sensible one. We are literally robbing a bank after this charity consert thing." Nikita crossed her arms and looked at her sister, begging moral support with her eyes. 

"Maybe I want to be an outlaw who performs in front of tens of thousands, and disappears before the cops arrive." Baz said, and looked at Stevie for her moral support. Louis, the only one not forced into this conversation, tried to sink himself deeper into the seat of the limo. 

"Not gonna lie, I would kill for a dramatic exit before the cops arrive." Stevie laughed and finished off the bottle he was drinking. It was only 8 pm before a show and a bank robbery. "They would make a kick ass historical movie out of it. Only problem is… I know they can't find anyone more handsome than me as a lead." Stevie raised his class to Baz who seemed to have forgotten any snarky comment towards her in the last few minutes. She scooted next to Stevie and took the last few sips of his beer. 

"Okay, if you could choose, who would play you in the aurora four biography." Baz looked around the limo. Elize, who had just been focusing on her phone, raised her eyes when Baz sat down next to Stevie, which Baz clogged immediately. To tease their former manager, now assistant, more, she put both of her legs to Stevie's lap and started playing with the man's hair. Elize tried to look away but she was almost glued to the two best friends so close with each other. Baz found it hilarious. 

"Ben Barnes, definitely. A hot guy who can look sexy in a band t-shirt. He also has that cool charisma as I do." Stevie winked his eye to Baz and looked at Louis. "What about you, our dear Jester?"

Louis felt like he had been in a trance that was now broken. He looked at his bandmate and stuttered. "I don't know. I guess Korea has a lot of actors active right now that could do it. I think-" 

"I think thinking about these things is stupid. It's like we are wishing to be caught" Nikita snapped at Baz, who giggled like she was watching the most fun tv-show she had witnessed. 

"Don't interrupt Louis, bitch", Baz said smiling, only to turn serious when insulting the other woman.

Before the whole limo could turn into chaos, the limo stopped. Nikita was the first one to put on the mask and leave. Louis was the next one. Stevie left the next, leaving Baz to put on her rose mask perfectly. She looked like a goddess, and felt like one. The dress she was wearing was form fitting, almost see through, if you didn't count the roses covering up the most parts people wouldn't find appropriate. Perfect to perfom in.

Before Baz walked up to the red carpet between the arena and the limo, Baz leaned closer to Elize's ear. "You know, he really likes it when you are desperate for his touch and not this dense. You're not in power anymore. Use more lipstick and bend those knees if you really want him that much." Baz didn't really care at all who Stevie dated with, or just fucked. There were probably a lot of people, women, men, non binary people, Stevie has hooked up with. None of them were interesting to Baz. What Baz liked was seeing Elize's face turn fully red while she walked towards the adoring fans screaming her alias.

Roseblood

Roseblood

She was in power. Not Elize Grant, not anyone else. She, Beatrix Jones, was the most powerful person in that red carpet in her mind.