#in his full bastard glory

[notdeezy]

"A hairline means nothing to white people" I say to myself out loud while doodling Eobard

[norrisleclercf1]

Hello! Can you please do gasly reader with Charles leclerc and they are in a secret relationship because Pierre is super Crazy protective over her and they have the best sibling bond. And age gap please and obsessed charles please

A/N" I utterly love this trope! Age gap and secretive realtionship??? Yes please

Lying on your stomach, tracing the jaw and nose of your sleeping boyfriend. Charles was completely naked, and you knew he'd have to leave for training soon but also have to dodge your brother who always come for Monday brunch.

Sighing gently, you watch as the sun kisses his skin sending it a shimmering gold. "Charles," You whisper. Charles groans rolling over and tugging you into his chest. You sigh, loving the feeling of your skin touching his.

"Go back to sleep," You giggle, knowing you couldn't do that or else Pierre would most definitely catch you two. "Pierre will be here soon." Charles growls and blinks his eyes open the sun making them look like jewels bouncing in the ocean. "Tell him to fuck off, stay here," Charles presses a burning kiss to your neck. "With me," Another on your collarbone. "In bed, all day." You yelp when Charles pinches your ass and takes advantage of it and hauls you into his lap.

The covers pool around your hips, showing off the marks he left on your stomach and tits in full glory. He loved marking you, always pushing the limits of leaving them on you. "Charles, Pierre can't know about us. I'm his little sister," You whisper and Charles's happy look is replaced with a dark one. "So? You're not his, you're mine." You feel your heart shudder at the words.

Charles was constantly there, rolling off Pierre's questions on why he was always around you when you were with him or the other drivers. Charles stepping between you and the others, acting like he was innocent and that it wasn't on purpose.

The only time he was almost caught was when he tripped Lando who tried to hit on you. Everyone was shocked that Charles would do that, but those eyes and lips quickly got him out of any trouble. "Charlie," You don't get to finish your sentence when the door is opened and your alarm chirps with the notification.

"Fuck!" You curse and quickly throw something on and bolt out of your bedroom, tripping over Charles's shoes. Your eyes grow wide and toss them back into the room and turn smiling brightly at your brother.

"What are you wearing? I know we live in France but that's a bit," You scuff at Pierre and toss a pillow at him. "Fuck off, I was just about to get into the shower. Besides, how'd you get in?" You hope to god Charles was getting dressed and climbing down your building. But you knew the smug bastard would try anything to get caught.

"I have a key, also it's Monday time for brunch." Pierre tosses himself on the sofa. Your eyes grow wide, seeing Charles's Ferrari keys right on the coffee table. Moving quickly you slide onto the table and sit on the keys. "I know, but you ever heard of privacy?" You snark.

Pierre shrugs his shoulders, not caring one bit. "So? You're my sister, besides you're late." Looking at the clock you choke on your spit seeing how it was well past the time you were supposed to meet Pierre.

"Oh, let me go get dressed." Pierre nods and turns on the TV as you quickly grab the keys and rush to your bedroom. And there he is, still lying naked on your bed with a smirk on his lips. "Charles," You hiss silently locking the door. "Get dressed and out," You whine and the smirk slides away. "Why?" "Because Pierre can't know just yet." You plead tossing his clothes at him.

Charles scuffs and moves getting dressed and slides on his shoes. "You're mine, I want everyone to know." He breathes, kissing you on the forehead. "Soon, just not now." Charles opens your window and climbs out of it, long gone is his angelic face, the one of a fallen angel now. "I love you," Charles kisses you deeply biting your lip and drawing some blood. "Also, my shirt looks fucking great on you," The window closes leaving you in silence before your whine into your pillow

[celestewritesstuff]

Alhaitham - Desires: Part Two

in which you, having previously walked in on Haitham jerking off, have to suffer the consequences.

part one

(cw: desk sex, usage of darling, sweet, dear, bastard (once. it felt right), brief mutual masturbation, alhaitham is a bit more ooc but he’s not much to work with canon, so)

“Did… did you call for me, Haitham Sir?” You spoke as you opened the door, “Are you alright?” You gasped at the scene in front of you, and you watched as his pupils darkened. He motioned for you to walk over.

“I sure fuckin’ will be the second you get over here,” He growled.

Your eyes widened at the full display before you. His cum was splattered all over his papers and his cock, in all it’s glory, sat amongst his open zipper. His shirt was disheveled and sat farther up his torso, showing you his lower abs and v-line. Your mouth watered.

“Do… do you need help, sir…?” You quietly asked as you stepped closer. He had both of his hands on the desk, leaning forward. He chuckled and raised his head. By the time you walked over to him, he took your jaw in one hand and the back of your head in the other.

“That seems to be the case, doesn’t it? Do you want to help me, sweet (Y/N)?”

His lips were so close to yours. His icy demeanor still up, but in a much more foreboding presence. You’d be lying if you said you’d never dreamed of a moment like this; him asking you if you would want to have sex him.

“Fuck it, yes, please Haitham,” You begged at barely a whisper. His smirk grew before he pulled you closer to him and finally kissed you.

The air crackled with the lust between you two. His former release further spurred him to get going with the action. He forcefully open your mouth to deepen the kiss and you whined in response, opening your mouth to taste his tongue.

He broke the kiss to chuckle at you. “Eager, aren’t we? You’ll get what you want soon,” With that, the hand that was holding your jaw traveled down your skirt and harshly greeted your pussy from your wet panties. He began to run circles on them before he pulled them down and wandered your folds. You moaned into the kiss at his rough movements, and you went to jerk him off slowly. When you reached his cock he gripped your hair and pushed you closer to him. He rubbed you faster until you broke the kiss.

“P-please, Haitham, I can’t take it anymore,” You gazed into his eyes, hazy with lust. “Just fuck me already,”

He smirked once again. “As you wish, darling. Get on the desk. I wanna see your ass, full display. Take off your clothes.”

His demanding tone sent shivers down your spine as you walked over to the desk and undressed. You could feel his eyes on you and you almost jumped when you felt him push up against you as you were pushing down your skirt. He inhaled at your neck, breathing in the scent of your hair. His arms wrapped around you and pulled your skirt up to your waist.

“This stays on.” He commanded, pushing you down onto the desk until you felt his cum from before on your breasts and stomach. You hiked your lower half onto the table for better access. Glancing back at him, you saw he had your pastel green panties in his hand and was smelling them. He looked at you and chuckled again.

“Y’know, these were the exact thing that had me going crazy for you earlier. How about we use them to make you quiet right now? I’m sure you can do that, yeah?” With a nod from you, he stuffed them into your mouth as a silencer. “Atta girl,” he growled, and he rubbed his tip up and down your slit and you groaned impatiently.

“Ah, ah, ah, what did I say about being quiet? Am I gonna have to punish you?” Your doe eyes looked back at him again, and you shook your head.

“Well, I sure hope you remain obedient for me.”

He slipped inside you, and it took all your willpower to not moan loudly at the feeling you’d been chasing for weeks. This was everything you’ve ever wanted; his perfect cock inside of you, touching all the right parts and making you shiver. He slowly pulled out and back in again, taking off his shirt in the process.

His thrusts became faster until his steady pace had slapping sounds bouncing off the walls. You prayed nobody would hear, and knock only to see you in this compromising, humiliating position. Haitham grabbed your arms and pulled you up, your elbows touching and upper half suspended above his desk. Your tits and skirt bounced with every thrust and you threw your head back in pleasure. You were close and your suppressed moans were starting to slip. He switched to pounding into you with one hand holding your arms as he grabbed your panties from your mouth.

“Let’s make this a bit harder, shall we? Make sure nobody knows what we’re doing in here, dear,”

He threw the garments across the room and held your arms with two hands again. His thrust sped up again, had you seeing stars, and your moans got louder. His harsh slaps against your hips bounced off the walls louder and you’d be surprised if nobody heard you in the library. You felt your climax nearing and by the way Haitham was acting, he was close too.

“H-ah, Haitham, I’m close, I-I’m gonna… I’m gonna-!” Your words were cut off as you released, spasming and clenching which pulled a beautiful moan from the man drilling into you.

“Aaaaatta girl, yeah, just like that,” Haitham groaned from behind you. He pushed into you a few more times before shooting his cum deep inside you, and finally stilling. You were gasping, trying to catch your breath, as he gently set you down after settling a small peck on your forehead.

“God, that was amazing…” You murmured after a moment, shakily pushing yourself up from the desk and standing before him. He gently took your face and kissed you, a soft, sweet, serene kiss that would make any lover blush. He released you, and said, “I’m glad you enjoyed it, (Y/N).”

You both grabbed your clothes and settled them back on, and only then did you really get a view of his beautiful chest. You both checked each other’s appearances, then you left after exchanging a time to meet up once again.

It was only after you had returned to the books you were sorting that you realized he still had your panties.

that bastard.

(end of fic)

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[bellaxisworld]

february 29, @jegulus-microfic prompt: address. word count: 1,019.

James checks and double-checks the star shaped silver tag, glancing out the car window at the street sign. “Are you sure this is the right address?” he asks Remus, running a gentle hand along the black cat’s fur. The cat, Lune, purrs and pushes her head into his palm. He smiles, warmth blooming in his chest from her unabashed affection. They’d only just picked her up an hour ago, finding her stranded but clawing gently at their door. James’ heart immediately latched onto her, melting everytime she nudged him with her paw. 

“This is definitely the address from her collar,” Remus mutters, looking at the small flower beds lining the walkway. The home was rather lovely, looking strangely antique but well taken care of. 

James had no clue how Lune managed to find herself halfway across the city. 

He and Remus walk tentatively up to the green-painted door, and James already mourns the loss of Lune, aching with the thought of having to let her go. She’s curled up against his chest, eyes half lidded with sleepiness. James wants to hold on forever. 

The door opens, and James thinks his world realigns itself, or maybe it falls apart and rebuilds into something new, something utterly wonderful. 

The most lovely boy James has ever seen stands before them, pouting and adorable, with flushed cheeks and black curls ruffled against his forehead and around his ears. He looks rather disturbed that anyone dares bother him, and James thinks there should be art dedicated to the glory that is this man standing before him. James thinks he is the art itself. 

His pretty gray eyes widen almost comically as he sees the cat in James’ arms. 

James’s heart flips and turns and squeezes when he grumbles something unintelligible in French, and he’s silent, stuck staring at this beauty in awe. 

Remus clears his throat. “We found her clawing at our door this afternoon. I’m not quite sure how she made it to our part of town, but—”

“My idiot brother, that’s how,” the man says, rolling his eyes and huffing. James wants to touch and feel him under his fingertips, completely enraptured by this downright angelic being. “He was babysitting her this weekend while I was out of town. Obviously, he cannot be trusted with babysitting.” He reaches forward with pale hands to scoop her from James’ chest, but James is transfixed, lips parted as he thinks about the French lilt to the man’s words. He might be falling in love. 

Remus elbows him and he’s sharply brought back to reality, highly aware he was staring for a moment too long. He releases Lune to her owner’s arms, and she purrs again, nuzzling into the man’s neck. James is full of butterflies as he sees the man smile, hands lovingly cradling Lune. He feels less sorry for returning her, now that he sees the love she is returning to. 

James also plans on infiltrating the man’s life, wiggling his way into his beautiful arms, so he knows he’ll see her again. 

“Thank you both for bringing her home. It’s quite a ways from your home, I imagine, but your effort is very appreciated.” He speaks so formally, and James wants to dig his fingers into and tug and tug until something breaks. He’s feeling rather insane about this stunning stranger. “I’m Regulus, by the way. Your names are—?”

Remus chokes, coughing rather dramatically. “Regulus?” he croaks. “As in, Regulus Black?”

What a pretentious name, James thinks, again staring at him wistfully. Then— “Black? Like, Sirius—”

“I am Regulus Black, Sirius Black’s brother.” Regulus says, monotonously. Ah, the French makes sense. “Stupid bastard couldn’t even properly babysit my cat.” He huffs. “Are you all neighbors, then?”

Sirius Black is James’ enthusiastic French neighbor turned good friend. He was also blessed with unnaturally good looks, and James sees the resemblance now, looking at Regulus. 

Beside James, Remus blushes and mumbles, “Not my neighbor—” 

Sirius is James’ neighbor, and Remus’ current European conquest. How fitting, James thinks, for him and Remus both to fall for the Black brothers. 

James is free-falling off the deep end, preparing for a brutal fall. 

“I’m James,” he manages to say. Regulus’ rapt attention turns to him and he burns under it, feeling overwhelmed immediately. “Sirius’ neighbor.” He extends a hand and a smile, waiting for Regulus to take it. 

Take my hand, he begs in his head. Free fall with me. 

Their hands meet in the middle, and James swears he feels a spark ignite between them. He thinks he sees Regulus blush under his gaze. 

Their hands fit together perfectly, like puzzle pieces clicking into place. They both linger in the other’s touch, reluctant to pull away, brown eyes caught on gray ones, stuck in this charged moment. 

“Thank you, James,” whispers Regulus, and James grins, soaking up every second of his attention, feeling a rush of affection towards him. His name spilling from Regulus’ lips feels like a form of worship. 

James takes a leap of faith, free-falling off the very edge of which he was unprepared to fall from. “Can I get your number, Regulus?” Catch my fall, catch my fall, catch my— 

“Yes,” he breathes, hastily running into his apartment and returning with a slip of paper. He’s blushing fiercely, and James wants nothing more than to kiss his pink cheeks. He’s beautiful and soft, worth being cherished. 

James winks on his way down the steps, and when they make it into the car, Remus cackles. “Both of us! The Black brothers, James, both of them!” He’s wheezing. 

They drive off, and James looks back to see a black head of curls peeking through a curtained window. James smiles, and Regulus waves back, a soft smile tugging at his lips. 

If James is free-falling, so is Regulus—and that’s what love is all about, doing the scary things together. They’ll hold each other through the fall, and the crash might not hurt so bad. Maybe the pain will vanish with the first touch of a lover’s kiss. Either way—they’ll come out of it, together.

✩ part 29/29 of my microfic-fic on ao3: february, i'm yours.

[lilac-witch]

Gossamer - Eris Vanserra x Reader

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Summary: Before his father's death, Eris had lived a false life, full of lies and deceit. But now, he had the chance to see life in its most gentle, loving form. Meaning: "a fine, filmy cobweb seen on grass or bushes or floating in the air in calm weather, especially in autumn" Word Count: 905 Warnings: None

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She was beautiful, Eris thought, as he watched his wife twirl their daughter around. She had always been beautiful to him, but in the last five years they had been free of his father's wrath, she had simply glowed with life.

The High Lord of Autumn couldn't help but think back on how different their lives had been then, and how thankful he was that things had changed for the better.

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"She is a white devil! Sent by Kallias to rot your mind and steal our innermost secrets!" his father bellowed, flames dancing in his eyes. "She seeks to snuff out the Autumn flames so that that wretched bastard of Night might gain more power!"

Eris saw red, and the temperature in the already sweltering room only seemed to grow.

"She is my mate! She is mine, sent by the cauldron, gifted by the mother!"

His father shook his head, disgust cloaking his features.

"No son of mine will lay with a whore of Winter. No son of mine will wed a member of another court."

Eris watched as his father turned to face the hearth, his back exposed. It would be all too easy... one perfectly placed dagger, and it could all be over. She could be his, and he could be hers. There could be peace once more.

"Get out of my sight," his father hissed.

And so Eris did what he had always done. He played the ever-loyal son. But little did the High Lord of Autumn know that when the sun set, Eris was seeking aid from their most loathed enemy.

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It had taken a year, but it was finally done. Beron was dead. Eris was High Lord of Autumn.

He looked down at his father's bloody corpse. There was no feeling of remorse, no feeling of regret.

A hand clamped down on his shoulder. Eris turned to face the figure. The figure that belonged to the High Lord of the Night Court. His ally.

"Go to her," Rhysand said softly, as though he was afraid that Eris may be spooked.

Eris simply nodded, sword falling from his hand as he began speed walking through the palace. At some point, he'd broken out into a run, speeding past members of his court who would no doubt have questions. But they weren't of importance right now. His only thought was you.

And there you were, in all your shimmering glory. White hair shimmered in the afternoon sun, body clad in the blue fighting leathers common to the Winter Court.

"Y/n," he breathed.

You turned to face him, blue eyes crinkling in delight before you raced towards him.

When your arms tangled with his, Eris felt nothing but love and warmth flurry down the bond. He ran his fingers through your pale strands, pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head.

"it's done. We are free."

"Are you ok?" you asked, rubbing a hand up and down his back.

Eris felt tears begin to grow in his eyes and wrapped you even tighter in his arms.

"I have never been better, my love."

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Eris could in fact feel even better.

It had been 3 months since the mating ceremony where he had sworn you in as his High Lady, his mate, his wife. 3 blissful months of peace and love, more than Eris had felt in his entire lifetime. But nothing could have prepared him for the joy he'd felt in that moment.

"I'm with child," you whispered, a hand placed gently over the small bump of your belly.

Eris' mind went completely, wholly blank. The world around him stood still, and only you existed in his eyes.

"Eris?"

He blinked, letting the announcement of your pregnancy sink in. This was real. You were expecting. He was going to be a father.

"You're pregnant," he managed to choke out before the tears consumed him, sobs wracking his body.

Joy consumed him. A babe. You were carrying a babe. HIs babe.

Eris let you guide his hands to your stomach so that he might feel the little life inside you. At that moment, Eris swore he would give his life for your unborn child. Mind, body and soul, he would do whatever it took to keep his babe safe, happy and healthy.

As tears kept streaming down his face, Eris knelt before you, placing a kiss on the small bump.

"Thank you," he murmured. "Thank you for this gift."

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"My love?"

Eris was brought back to the present at the sound of your voice, your blue eyes watching him with concern.

He smiled, bringing your palm to his lips.

"Nothing to fret about, darling. I was simply thinking back on how we got to this moment."

Eris watched as a soft smile fell upon your lips. You glowed with life this cool autumn morning, like one of the dew drops on a string of spider's silk.

He placed a hand on your protruding belly, content and at peace.

"He's kicking up a storm," he muttered as he felt the small movements within your womb.

"He?" you asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Well, it's only fair my love. I'm already outnumbered two to one."

Eris watched your head tilt back, a laugh escaping those sinful lips.

Yes, his life had never been better than in this moment, but Eris had no doubt that as the years passed, life would only get sweeter.

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And that's post number two of the weekend! I hope you have all enjoyed Gossamer and Opalescence. They were so fun to write. A word of warning, content may be slow over the next week and a half. I have two tests and an 800-word essay due :( But as always, I will do my best to get content out, just please be patient with me:)

Just another reminder to please send through any and all requests you might have:)

[roguerambles]

A Nymph and A Spartan

Record of Ragnarök - Leonidas x Female Reader

Warnings - 18+Only. Adult Situations.

Okay, so credit for this idea goes to an anon on @rukia-writes blog, which I have been graciously allowed to use, so I hope you don't mind because we need more sexy Leonidas stories, damn it--

Enjoy!

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"We shouldn't be in here!"

"Oh, Aurai, stop worrying."

"Start worrying, Stellia! Lord Apollo would be furious if he knew we were here--"

"We are here for Lord Apollo, remember--?"

You huffed slightly as your fellow nymphs bickered between themselves, tucked behind you as you crouched together in the small, wooded area the three of you had snuck into. The whole thing had been Stellia's idea. "We should understand who Lord Apollo is facing!" She had insisted, while Aurai had been indignant at the thought Apollo required any kind of advantage to best a mere human. You had tagged along simply to keep them out of trouble.

"We're going to get caught if you two do not pipe down--" You tried to shush them, only for Stellia to suddenly grasp your arm, pointing just past the treeline.

"Look!"

You followed her gesture with an aggrieved sigh - you were missing a perfectly good bath for this - and turned to face the direction she was pointing, half expecting--

Men.

Shirtless men.

Tall, shirtless, filled with muscle, Spartan men.

"Oh Fates--" Aurai squeaked, clasping a hand over her mouth, a deep flush filling her cheeks. "We...we should leave!"

"No." You replied, remaining rooted to the spot. The Spartans seemed to be training, judging by the dummies and weapons scattered about. You had never actually been to Sparta in its glory, but if the towering specimens of manhood in front of you, bodies built like exquisitely carved statues made flesh and blood were the norm, you severely regretted it.

The three of you remained huddled together, blatantly gawking at every contracting muscle - if any of the Spartans looked up they probably would have spotted you. "Which...um..." Stellia found her voice first, although her eyes remained glued to the back of a particularly strapping fellow practicing with bow and arrow. "...which one do you think is facing Lord Apollo...?"

"Who cares?" You said back vaguely. Stellia hummed as though in agreement, and you both fell silent once more. The archer released his arrow, hitting the target with a loud thunk.

Aurai grasped your hand, sounding flustered. "We...we should--"

"What are you doing in here?" A deep, masculine voice boomed behind you.

Stellia and Aurai both shrieked in alarm, grabbing onto your sides as you spun around. Your gaze landed on a broad expanse of abdomen, warm fleshed carved expertly into solid, defined muscle. Scar tissue bumped against smooth planes of skin, and your eyes trailed upwards over broad pectoral muscles, full and large, sharply defined collarbones, a somewhat scruffy beard dusting over a handsome jawline, full lips turned down in a severe frown--

"I don't care for repeating myself." King Leonidas of Sparta said, his voice rumbling darkly like thunder. The sound probably should have made you shiver with fear, instead of...something else. "What are you three doing in here?"

You opened your mouth to reply - to say something - but your mind had become quite unhelpful in anything but hyper focusing on every inch of the naked torso directly in front of you. He folded his arms - the movement causing the thick, powerful muscles of his biceps to swell indecently, his frown growing deeper as he glared down at you impatiently.

Fates, he was gorgeous--

"You three attend Lord Apollo, do you not?" A woman's voice, firm and measured as a steel blade, spoke from behind Leonidas's massive frame. Lady Brunhilde stepped around him, her cool gaze running over you and your companions. "You should not be in here. I am afraid I must escort you outside."

Leonidas's frown became a snarl, a vicious flash of teeth. "You serve that preening bastard?" Aurai squeaked out something that may have been some manner of defence, but she looked far too flustered to form proper words. Stellia was still staring at Leonidas, jaw hanging open slightly.

You knew you should have been offended at such an insult to your Lord, but you instead tilted your head upwards, meeting the furious fire in Leonidas's eyes. You slowly rose to your feet, the human man towering over you still, feeling the weight of his men's eyes on your back, having apparently noticed the commotion.

"My apologies." You said finally, reaching out to softly brush your palm against Leonidas's abdomen, the muscles flexing unconsciously under your touch. You peered up at him through your lashes, smiling as his eyebrows twitched slightly upwards in a brief flash of surprise. "We were just going."

Leonidas watched as your slowly brushed past him, nodding politely to Lady Brunhilde who regarded you with a raised brow and somewhat bemused smile. You followed the Valkyrie outside, Stellia and Aurai darting after you, feeling Leonidas's gaze burning against your back.

"Please, do not tell Lord Apollo--" Aurai pleaded at Brunhilde, who barely glanced over her shoulder.

"I care little about your personal relationships with your master. I won't say anything."

You smiled brightly at Brunhilde as she delivered you back to Apollo's rooms, and you could have sworn you saw a glimmer of amusement in the Valkyrie's eyes as she walked away.

-

You were not sure exactly how time worked in the Valhalla Arena.

You had considered asking Brunhilde, but you doubted she had particular interest in educating you on the subject, and you had a more pressing matter you wished to address.

Lord Apollo had barely noticed your absence, and last you had seen him he was in the baths with your fellow nymphs. Aurai and Stellia had settled in, but you had made your excuses and left, although you doubted anyone besides them had seen you leave Lord Apollo's rooms.

Normally you would have been bothered by Apollo's lack of attention, although it was hardly unusual. The God's affections were fickle and tempestuous as the weather, but he never failed to attract flocks of admirers regardless.

Why should he have all the fun?

It did not take long to find Leonidas's quarters, even less to sneak your way in. Dark had fallen over the area in a seeming imitation of night, and you could hear men laughing and hear fire crackling somewhere further within.

You peered through the gloom, trying to decide where exactly to go, when arms circled around your waist, and you found yourself pulled flush against a broad, muscled chest. "You Gods never learn, do you?" Leonidas's growled lowly in your ear, the sound washing over you like a wave, making you shiver softly. "You just do whatever you want, don't you?"

You laughed slightly, the heat of Leonidas's body searing through your clothes, making your breath quicken. You reached down to trail your fingers along his forearm, nails coming to lightly dig into the solid muscle of his bicep. "I certainly hope so."

Leonidas scoffed, a short, booming laugh falling from his lips, the sound vibrating deep in his strong chest. "What makes you think I'm interested in what you have to offer, God?"

You chuckled, pushing your hips back against his. Your rear brushed against something hard and hot and large and you couldn't suppress the shiver of excitement that ran up your spine, nor the jolt of desire that shot through your belly as Leonidas groaned softly at your movements. "I don't think that's a weapon hidden down there."

Leonidas shook slightly, his chin dropping to your shoulder, the scruff of his beard rubbing against the skin of your shoulder. You bit your lip, picturing the sensation of it rubbing against other areas and your heart quickened as Leonidas's large, rough palms slowly slid up your arms, long fingers brushing at the fabric of your loose dress.

"...may I?" He murmured in your ear, voice low and heavy with the growing embers of desire. You shivered in anticipation, and reached up to gently grasp his hands, your fingers sliding over his to guide them slowly downwards, pulling your gown with them.

Your dress pooled at your feet, and you felt a certain smugness as you felt Leonidas stiffen at your back, the slightest sharp inhale of breath. You turned to press your chest flush against his, a thrill shooting through you as you caught the darkening of his eyes, the hungry way they roamed over you.

"...that bastard won't get mad you are here?" Leonidas asked after a moment, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip.

"Does it matter if he does?" You trailed your fingers down his abdomen, grabbing at the waistband of his pants. "He might be dead tomorrow."

Leonidas looked surprised, before tossing his head back, a deep roar of laughter spilling from him. His broad shoulders shook for a few moments, before he returned his gaze to you, a genuinely amused grin forming on his face.

"You're a woman after my own heart, nymph."

You felt heat in your cheeks at his words, the surprising warmth in his expression, and you shrugged lightly, pulling his waistband downwards, exposing the deliciously defined v-shape in his hips. You bit your lower lip hard, the pulse of lust deep in your belly almost making your knees shake. "It's not just your heart I'm after."

Leonidas's grin turned wolfish, and he ducked down, his arm wrapping around your hip. You yelped as you were suddenly hoisted onto his shoulder. Leonidas shook out of his pants, carelessly kicking them aside as he began striding in a direction you sincerely hoped there was a bed.

"I might be after something else of yours, too."

-

"Seriously, where were you yesterday? You never came back!"

"Stellia, will you stop--"

The crowd was already stirring with excitement, and you watched with some trepidation as Heimdall began to announce the Ninth Round of Ragnarök. You remained quiet as Stellia continued to prod you, while Aurai nervously toyed with her hands.

Apollo entered the arena, golden and resplendent as always, and your fellow nymphs dissolved into excited squeals and cheers. You clapped softly, your gaze drifting towards the opposing doors.

Leonidas strode into the Arena, tall and proud as any warrior king should be. His eyes were firmly on Apollo, his handsome, scarred face forming an angry sneer. His gaze drifted briefly over Apollo's head, however, landing on you amongst the crowd. Apollo's head slowly turned, an expression of confusion clouding his lovely features.

You smiled, uncaring of who saw you, lifted your fingers to your lips, and blew a kiss in Leonidas's direction.

Leonidas's eyebrows rose, but you could see the pleased smirk on his face as he lifted a large hand, clenching his fist as though to catch your kiss in his hand.

Apollo looked stunned, his jaw dropping open, briefly losing all composure and grace as he gawked in total disbelief at the display he had just witnessed in front of him.

"What was that?!" Aurai yelped loudly, looking at you as though you had sprang a second head.

"You harlot." Stellia grabbed your hand, pulling you towards her eagerly, eyes bright. "Tell me everything!"

"Have you lost your mind?!" Another nymph yelled, while the one beside her peered down at Leonidas thoughtfully.

"I mean...he is rather dashing--"

"Forget that, he's hot."

"Oh, I was hoping someone would say it, it's been driving me mad--"

You couldn't fight the smile forming on your face as Apollo's expression turned sour, turning back to face Leonidas, who looked delightfully smug, tossing a wild grin your way.

Fates, you wanted him to win.

[fakegingerrights]

Bloody knees and bruised cheeks

[Crosshair brainrot go brrrrr. TW: Alcohol, bar fights, questionable attitudes towards cloning, blood and broken glass. And Crosshair being a flirt in his own way. Crosshair x gn!Reader]

“This seat taken, Sunshine?” The obviously drunk man’s breath hot on your cheek as he leaned in far too close for comfort.

“It is.” You bit back, glancing nervously at the bartender and hoping he’d get the creep off you. You knew your boyfriend had said he might be running late, but an hour and a half was pushing it.

“Well, I don’t see a name on it. Lemme buy you a drink.” The man cajoled, swirling his own cheap beer in his glass.

“I’m fine, thank you.” You leaned as far away as the barstool let you without tipping over. “I’m waiting for someone. And he wouldn’t like you hovering like this.”

“Is that a threat, Sweetcheeks?” The man growled, leaning even farther into your space. A cold voice snarled behind him, sending a ripple through you as you turned back to look at the newcomer.

“Yes.” Crosshair snarled, standing there in all his dusty and carbon stained, red and black armored glory as he placed himself between you and the drunk.

“That’s what you’re waiting for? A labgrown meat droid? I should take you home anyways and show you how a real man fucks.” The drunk slurred, lurching to his feet and squaring up to Crosshair. Cross didn’t budge, but you could tell he was too tired for this.

“She’s not going anywhere with you.” Crosshair’s voice was flat and cold, a hard promise. The drunk snarled, smashing his glass of half full beer against Crosshair’s pauldron, shattering it and sending shards everywhere. As soon as Cross was in the clear for self defense he grabbed the drunk and had him pinned on the bar.

“Care to-“

“Corascant guard is already on the way. Uh… sir.” The bartender fumbled, glancing at the bouncer for the bar. Crosshair grunted at the title. “We’ll take it from here if you want to take your girl home.” The barkeep offered. Even he could see the exhaustion in Cross’s shoulders.

“Great. Next time don’t let creeps get that close to an uncomfortable lady.” He hissed, passing the swearing drunk to a beefy looking zabrak. The greasy man took the opening and broke free, swinging wildly and connecting with Crosshair’s jaw just as he was turning away. As he did, you caught sight of a dripping red line cut into the side of his cheek just under his eye, presumably from the glass shattering.

He staggered but was quick to break the man’s nose and send him sprawling. The zabrakii bouncer got ahold of him now, pulling the drunk away.

Gingerly, you slipped your hand into Crosshair’s, getting his attention. “Let’s go home. Tonight’s a bust anyways. Unless you want to wait for the guard to get here and haul you to a hospital to patch your cheek up?” You murmured lowly, already knowing his answer and pulling towards the door before he even grunted a negative. There was a fine tremor in the very tips of his fingers as he tightened his grip on your hand.

The bar you two had planned to meet at for drinks was only a few blocks from your tiny shoebox of an apartment. Crosshair hissed and stepped away from you only a minute into your walk, shaking like a dog and sending residual splinters of glass tinkling to the ground.

“Bastard got glass in all the chinks of my armor. I’ll have to have Tech send it through a scrub cycle again.” He growled sourly. “Damn stuff got everywhere.”

“I can scrub it out when you get home. Call it a thank you for taking care of that guy.” You fumbled with the keys as he hovered behind you.

“I’m your boyfriend. That’s my fucking job.” Crosshair hissed softly, a hand finding your chin and lifting it so you met his eyes. He had taken his glove off to rid it of splinters. His hand was cool against your skin, fingers still trembling slightly in his exhaustion as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, nipping at them a little with a smug quirk of his mouth. He tasted like blood and ozone.

“My stars get a ROOM!” One of your helpful neighbors yelled from the apartment next to yours. You flipped them off without looking, dragging Cross inside and hardly even pausing the kiss.

His hand shifted from your jaw to curl protectively around your neck, the motion making you sigh into the kiss as you reach up to cup his cheek, only for him to hiss and pull away as your fingers meet the unpleasantly warm and tacky sensation of half dried blood from the cut on his cheek.

“Let’s get you out of your armor and blacks.” Your murmur, your voice slightly throatier than normal. At this close you could see the dark circles under his eyes and the rapidly darkening bruising along his jaw where he had been punched. He just grunted an affirmative as he fumbled with the catches, carefully removing each piece.

After he got all of it but his boots, there were several small shards even still that littered the floor. He took off the top of his blacks too, shaking the garment out. You gasped at the sight of bruised ribs and a row of neat stitches above his hip covered in thin medical film to keep them dry.

“It looks worse than it is.” Crosshair filled in the silence. He dropped the top of his blacks in the pile with the rest of his armor and gingerly flopped down on the couch, throwing an arm over his eyes as he sighs, tension slowly seeping out of his body as he relaxed.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, let me look at your cheek. And don’t get blood on that couch, it was my grandmother’s.” You call over your shoulder, grabbing a bag of frozen peas for his jaw and looking for the medistrips in the first-aid kit.

“Ah. So that’s why it smells like mothballs and old lady perfume.” He groused from his sprawled position.

“Har har har.” You rolled your eyes, catching his soft smile at the banter and grinning to yourself.

“I’m stealing your shower when I’m done.” He grunted, carefully sitting up and blinking as he took his arm off his eyes.

You sat on the tiny coffee/dining table in front of him, armed with a damp rag, first aid kit and your frozen vegetables. He took the peas and pressed them against his jaw, sighing at the contact as you dabbed at the bloody mess on the other side of his face.

“This is gonna sting a bit.” You warned as you doused a clean corner of the rag with hydrogen peroxide once you got the blood mostly cleaned up.

“When does it not.” Cross hissed rhetorically, his grip tightening on his knee as you cleaned the cut and made sure there was no glass embedded in his skin before carefully applying the medistrips and butterfly bandages you found. The cut wasn’t deep and you didn’t think it needed stitches, so it probably wouldn’t scar either.

“There you are. Now go shower, you smell like beer and a teen boy’s lockerroom.” You tease, helping him to his feet as he took the peas off his jaw, working it a few times to check for stiffness. Crosshair pouted at the insult but went, ducking into the small bathroom as you went through your drawers to come up with a pair of sweats and an oversized teeshirt for him to wear.

You knocked on the bathroom door before walking in, setting the clothes on the toilet glancing at Crosshair as he stood under the hot spray, rolling his neck appreciatively.

“You’re gonna send my water bill through the roof.” You tease, grabbing him a toothbrush and mint paste and passing it to him.

“That’s your fault, giving me access to the shower.” He snarked right back, sighing as he washed his hair, fingers combing through suds and silver curls. “Want to join me and make the most of it?” He offered, but you shook your head.

“Don’t think me joining will get you any cleaner. Might even do the opposite.” You wink as he rinses off again.

“Worth a shot.” He shrugged, turning the water off and motioning for a towel. You passed it to him with a fold exasperation as the two of you brushed your teeth and he got dressed, forgoing the shirt and toweling his hair off.

As you changed into nightclothes yourself and slipped into bed next to him, he seemed happy. Content. You pressed your face into the spot just above his sternum and sighed as one arm wrapped around you and the other tucked under his head, propping him slightly above you. You relaxed into the embrace, missing the words as they rumbled in his chest.

“What was that?” You mumbled sleepily, looking up at him.

“I said thank you.” He murmured right back, kissing your forehead. “And you’re out of conditioner.”

“Ass.” You accuse, snuggling closer.

“Proudly.” He agreed, a smile tugging at his lips. You were silent for a long moment and he almost thought you were asleep when you spoke up again.

“Why were you late?” You whisper into the darkness. Crosshair rumbles sleepily.

“Got jumped by vulture droids as we changed hyperspace lanes. Tech outflew them, as always.”

“And the mission?” You ask, listening to his slow heartbeat as he replies.

“Successful. Can’t say much else, unfortunately. Not sure when I leave again, before you ask.” He presses another kiss to your temple and tucks your head under his chin. “Go to sleep already, I’m tired.”

“Fine, fine.” You grumble. “Hey Cross? I love you.”

“I…” He paused, feeling stupidly off guard at the phrase even though you’ve said it a dozen times.

“I know.” You whisper, before he can doubt himself. “You don’t have to say it for me to know.”

“I love you too.” He whispered back, smiling sheepishly at the rush of elation and nerves he got even now every time he did. “I always will.”

[azulock]

I love this slut of a man, so have a continuation for my first post in this blog, just in time for the 100 followers milestone!!

summary. now emboldened by how you seemed to be enjoying his habit of sending you nudes, Oliver tries somethin riskier: sending you a video jerking off. what's that between friends, right?

pairing. Oliver Aiku x F!reader

wordcount. 3,3k

warnings. nsfw (minors back off), male masturbation, cumshot, just oliver being an exhibitionist

over the passing weeks you'd grown used to Oliver's complete shamelessness - and that's just what he wanted. when you never showed any sign of rejection towards his taste for sending you nudes, he just never stopped. and overtime it became like a habit - and he ventured to say he was getting better with a camera.

how often he'd send the pictures to you was anyone's guess. Oliver liked to maintain the surprise factor, but it also depended on how busy his schedule was. tho, you were guaranteed to never go much beyond a week without seeing him in all his glory - and oh, it was all glory.

although you liked to act aloof - something Oliver was used to already - sometimes you'd let it slip that you thought the sight was glorious as well. knowing you liked what you saw only emboldened him, making him feel like he could do more. and fuck, he definitely wanted to do more.

he'd been thinking of sending you something... riskier since this whole thing had started. from the first moment Oliver felt fully comfortable with this game - free to feed his exhibitionist tendencies - he'd wanted to inch towards something dirtier.

Oliver had been wanting for a while now to send you a video of himself jerking off. if you liked the goods in display on the pictures, might as well enjoy seeing them in movement, right? he just hadn't gotten around to it yet. fuck, he'd have to wing it this time around, wouldn't him?

(attachment: 1 image) good morning, guess who left the fucking blinds open again

the notification was the first thing you saw when you picked up your phone in the morning, right after waking up. Oliver started his day early, so this wasn't an uncommon occurrence. and you weren't about to complain, sometimes it was good to start the day with a little self love - and you were thankful when he'd provide the fuel for that.

when you opened the image, your eyes were graced with the vast expanse of a very soft looking bed, Oliver sprawled in the middle of the white sheets. the whole bed was lit by the gentle warm glow of the morning sun, his usual grin was replaced by a lazy smile, half lidded eyes framed by messy black hair looked at the camera from under heavy lashes.

Oliver had one arm thrown over the top of his head, the other laid alongside his torso, a massive hand "casually" scratching at his lower abs - exactly at the start of his trimmed happy trail. he had one leg straight and one bent to the side, covers bunched around his knees, giving you full view of his massive thighs and equally massive cock, laying heavy over the side of his hip.

not a Pulitzer level photo yet, but you had to give it to Oliver, he was getting pretty good with a camera. also, nobody should be allowed to wake up looking this good. the most surprising thing tho, this one message barely ten minutes back - guess even athletes are allowed a Saturday.

you giving the neighbors a show this morning, Oli?

when you noticed it, you had already sent the message. generally, you didn't dignify him with such a fast response - least you allow his ego to grow too big. guess you were just too sleepy to remember that today, or too distracted. the moment you hit send, you went straight back to the picture.

god, it was criminal of him to look like that in the morning, fucking bastard. quickly, you found your eyes tracing down the expanse of Oliver's abs to his cock, where it laid heavy on his hip. shit, even when posed near the massive girth of his thigh, the damn thing still looked impressive - veiny, long and extra thick.

nah, forgot this is the 15th floor, doll? nobody around to see shit

his answer came not even two full minutes after your text, Oliver really had no shame. dragging your eyes away from the picture - much to the dismay of your already clenching pussy - you dignified him with a response. you guessed you didn't have much shame either for entertaining him like this.

good thing, I guess. and you waking up late today, what disaster happened for that? hey, I deserve a break, wanted to sleep in more but as you can see... no luck oh, poor thing, was it the sun that woke you up? or that thing between your legs? cause that morning wood looking downright painful it is a bit bothersome, yeah :'(

immediately following the text, Oliver sent you a photo. if god picked favorites, today he was one, 'cause this timing was sent from the heavens. the moment your message popped in, he was just about to jack off to get rid of the damn morning wood. good thing he'd been too lazy to just straight up do it right after he took that last picture. well, he was gonna take the chance.

you looked at the notification with a smirk. he was feeling bold today, you'd never really gotten two pictures in the same day, let alone within minutes of each other. opening it, there was no surprise - but it didn't mean you didn't enjoy what you saw.

this time Oliver was sat up on the bed, laying against the back rest, plush covers pulled up to his mid thigh. the phone camera looked down at him, that sly smirk back on his face, although there was still some clear sleepiness in his eyes - tho, if anything, looking kinda groggy made him more handsome.

once more, your eyes follow the path from his broad chest, past his abs and down that devious happy trail. he has his large cock held in one strong hand, fist wrapping it snugly, but his fingers not able to fully meet around the thick shaft. you lick your lips, unconsciously clenching your thighs together at the sight. his dick was straining, veins prodding from under the velvety skin, swollen head looking reddish and angry. fuck, you felt ashamed of how much you found yourself wanting to taste it.

poor Oli, is it too sensitive?

you'd taken a couple minutes to answer, and Oliver was already biting his lip in anticipation, fingers flexing around the base of his cock instinctively. but the moment your message pops up on the screen, he relaxes again, fist lazily sliding up his shaft. you were teasing him, that was good, and in his book, it sounded like an invitation. you were playing into the game and all he needed to do now was bridge that gap, then he'd get what he wanted.

yeah, a bit, not gonna lie what you think I should do about it?

oh, yeah, he was definitely feeling bold today. you wondered for a second if you should play into it - the setup was obvious, but Oliver had never been one for much subtlety. you thought for a few moments if you should join into his scheme. you could imagine that devious smirk in his face, the one that was at the same time beautiful and rage inducing.

a part of you considered shooting him off right here, right now, but another hesitated. on one hand, there was allure to taking him down a peg, so his ego doesn't get too big. on the other... well, there was no denying that your body really wanted to see more of him. would it be so bad? maybe, you just wanted to see this through to the end.

hmmm yeah, you earned a break, you've been working so hard for the team, you deserve getting yourself some release put those big hands to good use I guess

hook, line and fucking sinker. you never disappoint, playing right along with him. Oliver should remember to thank his lucky stars, 'cause you were giving him all the leeway he could ask for. now to push the envelope, and deal the deal.

ah, some recognition is nice, thank you. I deserve a little fun tho, maybe I think you could watch~ if you think that'd be enjoyable ;)

there is a pause before you answer, one that feels too long for Oliver as he watches his phone laying on the soft covers. not that it's enough to dampen his spirits though, it just generates anticipation as his fist lazily glides over his thick cock, sending a shudder down his spine. shit, even if you shot him down now he was already too horny, that hard on wasn't going anywhere unless he made it.

maybe~

when Oliver doesn't answer straight away, you feel weird. on one side, it's good he isn't trying to make a video call, you don't think you'd be on the vibe for that - not yet. on the other, would he really do it? hell, what were you thinking, he obviously would. that bastard fed on showing off, much like a plant in the sun. so you decide it's for the best to leave him be now, dropping your phone on the bed and leaving for the shower.

you spend a good while under the running water - part of the time wondering how the fuck did you get in this situation. when you come back to your bedroom, almost half an hour after sending Oliver that text, you are met with a notification. and while it doesn't shock you at all, it still has you biting your lip in excitement.

(attachment: 1 video)

no text, just the video. throwing yourself in bed you open it, Oliver's voice filling your ears before you can even register the image on the screen. you watch as he adjusts the camera, chuckling and muttering an "oops" when he almost drops the phone.

you watch the image shift and move as he props his arm on one leg and readjust the phone so the camera angle catches from the top of his thighs to his head. dominating the foreground of the image, though, is his massive cock, encircled by a large fist lazily pumping up and down as he blows a kiss to the camera.

cocky bastard, nobody should look good from this weird downwards angle, and yet Oliver does. it's unfair, really. he tightens the grip around his shaft, grunting in the background of the shot when his thumb runs over the sensitive head, and you shudder, clenching your thighs unconsciously in response. shit, his hand was huge, and it still covered just a bit over half of his length. you can't believe your bad luck that you'd lost the timing to get ravaged by that monster of a cock.

Oliver starts off slow and lazy, shifting between tightening his grip around his cock to fist himself and letting his fingers glide over his length, tracing that sensitive vein on the underside of his shaft all the way from the base to the head. his tip is already glistening, precum gathering around it as he works himself without a rush - almost as if he doesn't have the most raging boner.

alongside the immaculate visuals, Oliver gives you the most sinful noises, grunting and groaning low and deep as his fist starts to slowly speed up. his voice sends shivers down your spine, electricity running straight down your pussy. you can hear his heavy breathing, sucking up air through his teeth when his fist squeezes hard around that gorgeous cock, the muscles in his abs tightening in response.

you don't even notice your parted lips until they start to feel dry, too engrossed on the sight of Oliver pumping his massive shaft to pay attention to anything else. you can see the precum leaking greedily from his engorged head now. every time his fingers squeeze near the top, more of the transparent pearly beads leak down from his tip to his thick fingers. the light from the sun catches on his skin, and it glistens from the liquid.

he takes in a sharp breath as his hand speeds up, the pooling precum making his movements easier. the image shakes for a moment before Oliver remembers to readjust his grip on the phone, darkened eyes meeting with the camera as he curses under his breath - his cocky exterior crumbling under the pressure of the building pleasure.

god, just from watching you can almost feel it, almost taste the salty precum on your tongue, sense the heat seeping from his heavy cock. it's like you could touch his tense muscles, tracing the bulging veins that travel down his strong forearms and into his large hands, straining painfully under the skin. fuck, it was unfair how enticing he looked, just downright sinful.

in the quiet of his room, all you could hear was a mix of his heavy breathing and the sound of his legs shuffling around the covers, out of view from the camera. your eyes could catch only a glimpse of his powerful thigh flexing as Oliver palmed the leaking head of his cock, smearing his rough palm with precum before wrapping his hand around his fat length again. he was moving faster now, aided by the copious amounts of liquid smeared around his heavy shaft.

Oliver was groaning as he pumped and tugged at his hard length in long strokes. his eyelids fluttered, hiding those beautiful dual colored irises that always made you swoon - though, you fought hard to never let him know. in the background you could pick the sound of his voice low and strained as he muttered something in Japanese, and although you didn't understand it, you could imagine what it was.

you watched intently as Oliver's chest trembled with a deep and animalistic growl, his hips bucking into his hand. your body shuddered, muscles tensing and reacting on instinct - that's when you noticed your lips were parted again, almost drooling this time. honestly, the view was hypnotic, you weren't even sure how long you had been watching, time had just come to a standstill. not that you minded.

you heard Oliver grunt, loud and needy, and your attention returned to the video. his fist tightened around his veiny cock, moving up and down faster and faster. the angle of the video had changed slightly, his face coming out of view, he was probably too gone to pay close attention to the camera anyway. his hips bucked again, and you could see his dick twitch in his hand at the same time a moan left his lips. he was clearly getting close.

deft fingers gripped his erection thigh, Oliver's large fist moving up and down at a voracious speed, his cock looking heavy and slick in his hand. his breath was ragged, tense panting, punctuated by loud grunts and deep, hoarse whispers in a language completely alien to you. fuck, it looked so hot, your intense gaze following his fist as it pumped faster and harder, working his throbbing shaft with desperation.

with a silent gasp Oliver thrust his hips into his fist hard, the image shaking for a moment before he fell back on the bed. he bucked into his hand again as a loud grunt left his lips, holding still for just a moment as his heavy cock twitched wildly, the first rope of creamy, white cum shooting from his tip.

his chest was rising and falling fast as Oliver pumped himself through his orgasm - it seemed long, even to you, his hips trembling breath coming in low groans. you watched mesmerized as rope after rope of cum spilled from his throbbing cock, shooting upwards before landing thick and sticky on his chest and abs, some of it streaming down his hand. fuck, that was a lot of cum, an obscene amount painting long streams of white all over his torso.

his hand milked his cock to the last drop, a long white string connecting the tip to his hip before Oliver rubbed his thumb over it, smearing his thick cum all over his swollen head. he was still panting, muscles still twitching from the intensity of his orgasm. fuck, this was downright pornographic - you were even breathing hard yourself.

you watched as Oliver's cum stained fingers let go of his cock with a satisfied hum. he stopped to breath for just a moment before adjusting the camera with a chuckle - his cock coming out of view as his face came into frame again. darkened eyes looked at you from under heavy lashes once more, the last thing you saw was Oliver blowing a kiss to the camera before the video shut off. shit, how the fuck do you even respond to that?

woah you were really pent up today, huh?

when Oliver saw your message, he had just come out of the shower, hair still dripping on his face and neck as he chuckled at the words in the screen. if he wasn't already used to your playful aloof behavior, he would have felt his ego slightly attacked. but by now he knew that if you really didn't like the video, you would have said way worse - you could be pretty merciless, he knew as much.

either way, this was the foot in the door, he'd get you to crack at some point. he had patience - and after, you were still in the other side of Europe, so this was the most fun your interactions could bring. with a shake of his head, Oliver slid his thumb over the screen, typing a quick reply to you before he pulled up a photo and sent it to you.

happy to see you enjoy~ and yeah, guess I really needed that (attachment: 1 image)

you opened the photo without even thinking, and your eyes were met with Oliver's face, a large smile lighting his features as he struck a peace sign. it could almost be sweet, were it not for how he was naked, muscular chest and abs stained by the white ropes of his thick seed. you can't help but chuckle at how cheeky the picture was - but he does still look hot.

cute~

there you go, teasing him again - not to say he disliked it, tho. but he could tease you too, and by this point he was still too high on his own actions, too emboldened to think too much through his words. well, after all you let him get this far, might as well step a little bit further.

you think? bet you wish you could clear that off of me

oh, he was feeling pretty daring today - a part of you wanted to make a mean joke about him being desperate, but you liked what you saw, and you didn't want to discourage him. besides, it's not like he was wrong, but he didn't need to see you say that, his ego didn't need any more growing.

oh I bet you'd love if I did that, huh? too bad you are still almost 2000km away from me, big guy oh doll, why do you torture me like this? but you are right, it's too bad, if you were here I bet I wouldn't have to use my hands

it was true, if Oliver could have a choice, he'd be giving you a far more hands on experience - but alas, you were on the other side of the continent. he would complain about it, but he wasn't just about to question his luck right now, least he lost it. besides, he was having too much fun for that. he'd take what he could have, and he'd milk it to the very end. but still, a guy could wish for more.

ooooh go betting, fuckboy, maybe some day you could just get this lucky don't tempt me with a good time, one day I might just show up over there ;)

shout out to: @wishiknewwhatiwasdoingwithmylife

[missterious-figure]

(Have this scenario!)

Y/N stared at the young crow that stared intently at them. The baby was staring and barely blinking before she chirped and made grabby hands at them.

“Uhhhh…” Y/N was unsure if they should pick the child up, they knew how aggressive parent birds got when someone was near their babies.

Since Y/N was taking too long, the baby crow (Tia) started getting upset and tearing up. Panicking, Y/N picked up the crow child, who calmed down once she was held and chirped happily.

“I am probably not supposed to be holding you but I am not good dealing with crying kids…” Y/N mumbled as Tia booped their nose and nuzzled them, chirping happily. “Awww, you are kinda cute though…”

Now imagine the peacock triplets’ reactions to seeing this, hehe!

(This is just a little "silly" thing. Enjoy!)

Moon had just seen the whole incident go down from his shadowy hiding place. To think something as beautiful as he could manage to hide at all. He smirked to himself. The harpy himself was thinking of only one thing. You. You were so cute. Even more so when you were flustered in a brilliant pink. Like a beautiful tropical sunset on a warm summer evening...

A creeping figure slinked from the it's hiding spot. Moon was on the move. Or, dare say, hunt. The victim was close. Very close. So close he didn't understand how they didn't notice him. Oh, wait, yes he did. He was just that good at stalking his prey. Any predator would be jealous of his skill. If he himself had been a real predator everyone would be done for.

With a sudden shake of his bell, he announced his presence to the unknowing victim. Almost jumping out of your skin, you whip around with a yelp. A very pathetic sound indeed. You are quick to go silent again. You're face to face with Moon. Close enough to feel his cool breath embrace your skin like a winter wind. After a few seconds of this awkward eye contact, he pulls himself to his full height. You can do nothing but continue to stare, Tia still in your arms, squeaking happily at Moon. He chuckles as you behold his glory.

Without warning, he uses his hand to gently cradle the back of your neck and press you close to his body. Kinda like a weird sideways hug. Your heart is going a million miles a second. And that bastard of a bird can feel it. His red eyes go from your rosy face to the baby harpy. He smiled smugly.

"Guess this is our newly adopted baby now, huh, jewel?"

Oh fuck. Your face is a blaze of embarrassment. Something else, too. You try to pull away from Moon's grip, but his golden glove slithers down your spine. It finds it's way to your hip. His other hand soon follows, running down your torso to parallel it's partner. He of course has to bend down to make this possible. He doesn't mind though. His chin nestles into a comfy spot on your shoulder. Humming, Moon whispers,

"So when will we make our own?"

:) Hehe.

[outerbankspov]

Rafe Cameron blurb..

Warning: smut, teasing (so much teasing) Rafe being the cocky bastard he is. Cheating….. Rafe is readers ex lover.

• you where sitting alone at this party your boyfriend topper forced you to go with him to. He was grabbing you a drink when it happened. Sitting across from Rafe on the couch… your ex boyfriend Rafe Cameron at his glory. God you hate how much you miss his body on yours, miss hiss touch and his love. Your boyfriend came back and gave you your drink. “Thanks baby” you lean into him and glared at Rafe.

• 20 minutes later still sitting besides your boyfriend he decided he needs to use the bathroom which you mumbled a I’m fine you can go alone baby. Now your staring at him and he smirks because he knows you’re watching. And what he does next…. You’re glad you have a extra pair of underwear upstairs because….. tongue rolling over his teeth Rafe decided to man spread and god he knows his but you loveeeee it.

• “stop” you mouth at him. He raises his eyebrow like he has no idea what you could possibly mean, thrusting his hips up. You role your eyes and continue to watch him, you just can’t keep your eyes off of him. Legs spread wide, arms crossed over one another and the most cocky’s smirk ever. You just want to jump his bones.

• “baby I’m so tired mm gonna be up stairs okay?” Topper mumbles as he kisses the inside of your neck. You look at Rafe and he roles his eyes. “Okay baby, let me take you up to your room.” You give his a pat on the back and tried to help him but failed. “Pls?” You ask Rafe. He gets up and helps you get him up stairs.

• “if you wanted me to yourself’ could’ve just ask you know.” Rafe tells you as he leans against the wall in-front of toppers door. “You’re so full of yourself” you role your eyes as you realize his next come back. “You use to be full of me… every morning and night” he comes close and whispers into your ear making you shiver. “Don’t you miss that ?” You look up at his and gulped, he was so close. “You mean me having to make a excuse to why my body was hurting?” - “no I mean be fucking you into the mattress and you liking it. You don’t miss those times? I sure do. Does topper fuck you?” It must’ve been something you gave away because Rafe read you like the ABC’s.

• next thing you know… you’re in toppers guess room bathroom riding Rafe like no tomorrow.“Fuck… miss this tight pussy. He missed you” Rafe says referring to his dick. Mind mushy you couldn’t Speak words. “I know i know, it’s okay.” He kisses your forhead and you smile. “Want you to come in me pls Rafe.” He looks you into the eyes and you swore that could’ve made you come. “Daddy please” you moan knowing Rafe and his praise kinks. “Fuck- okay baby. Lay back nice and quiet” he instructs. She nods quickly and they both move until she’s on her back. “This means you’re mine. Got it?” He says firmly. “Yes yes yes” you mumble, to fucked out in the head to think straight. a few more thrust and you both are coming together and moaning into each others mouth.

• “Rafe…. I miss you so much, how are we gonna do this?” You ask. Hand rubbing up and down his back relaxing him. “Either we tell him or don’t, both sides you’re mine” he smirks and slowly pulls out of you, mouth wide as he watches his come mixed with yours spill out. “Such a beautiful site” he grabs your underwear and pulls it up your hips. “Meet me at my car when this party ends. Miss you so much, we have lot to catch up on” he kisses you and helps you get situated. You clear your throat and he walks out first with one last look.

• Oh my goodness- is all you think, hoe are you supposed to go have to topper with your ex boyfriend’s come dripping out of you…. You walk out and see Rafe smirking as he drinks from his solo cup. It’s gonna be a long night.

(WOW ) it’s been forever

[didishawn]

The kylian fic is too good I want a part 2 with smut when she arrives in Paris pleasehdhdkdbsk thank you ❤️❤️❤️

Trouble in Paris (Kylian Mbappe x Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, Jude being dramatic

Pt 1 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5

Masterlist

The shower is going off on the background as you lay comfortable on the big ass bed that your self-proclaimed boyfriend feels the need to have.

Your clothes have long since been on the floor, and after such activities and having shaky legs, you can only just lay as you scroll Tiktok, your tummy full of butterflies as you think of what will go down once he gets out from the shower.

Your phone rings, and you roll your eyes when you see the name on your screen, letting out a long sigh as you pick up.

"Where are you?" is the first think Jude asks, no greetings no nothing.

"What do you mean where I am?"

The water stops.

"I mean where you are? You haven't been around for days, your little brothers miss you, you know?"

"Well, I will make sure to pass by soon"

"Whatever you mean by soon? Come over now, we can watch a film or something"

"I can't"

"Why not?"

"I am not home"

"And where are you?"

"... Eating croissants?"

".... You can't be serious"

The door to the bathroom opens, the boy, the man, Kylian Mbappe coming out of it, his waist decorated with a towel only and chest wet with drops that make you want to lick them off him, he gives you a questioning look, raised eyebrow, you shrug your shoulders and he instantly knows it's your drama queen brother on the phone.

"You are in Paris?!"

"Yeah, well, I received a pretty good invitation, you know?"

"Is he there with you?"

"Right in front of me"

"Put me on speaker so that little French man can listen to what I have to say"

"Believe me, there is nothing little about him"

"First of all, ew. Second, I am so telling mum you told me obscene things, now put me on speaker" you comply "Hi, Kylian!"

"Hey, Jude, how you doing man?"

"Good until I learned you took my sister away to Paris"

"I told you I would be bringing her here"

"I just didn't think it would actually happen, you know? Supposed you would realise how annoying she actually is before she had the opportunity to go there"

"I still can hear you, you bastard"

"Another thing I will be telling mum you told me"

"Anything else, Jude" you ask, glaring at Kylian as he snickers at the sibling banter.

"Not really, just don't make me become an uncle just yet, Kyky"

"Asshat"

"I gotta go now, have to search for something else to do as my sister decided to abandone me for some French man"

The call is over, and it's just you and Kyky alone once more,

You glance at him with wide eyes, looking him up and down, hands inching to unwrap the towel that hides him from you. He must be a mind reader, as he lets the the piece of cloth drop to the ground, leaving him uncovered, all his glory for you to see, bouncing, thick cock standing high and tall, hard again pre cum coming out from his tip, basically calling for you to lick it off.

You are on your knees, mouth getting closer to him when his hand stops you, burying into your hair he gives you a cheeky look.

"I think all that happened earlier was already enough foreplay, sweetheart, I just need to fuck you now"

"Got clean just to get dirty again, you know?"

"Let's shower together next time"

He pushes you into the bed, your back comfortable on the soft mattress, legs wide open, he doesn't even have to touch you to realise how wet you are.

He crawls on top of you, cock pocking at your tummy, you head reaches down, thumb swipping over the tip, then licking the cum off it, he groans, lining up with your entrance, he doesn't take a moment to thrust into you.

His hips are fast against your from the go, hard, pounding, moving you with his strength up and down, the bed creaking as he lifts one of your legs up into his shoulder, he wants you wider, one hand going down to play with your clit.

This is no longer love making as before, this is pure and raw fucking, you both seeking out you releases and nothing more, wanting to blow off the sexual tension.

There are the sounds of skin slapping against each other, your moans, his guttural groans, you feel him fill you up perfectly, as if his cock was designed to pleasure you.

He leans down, lips meeting yours as you both are way too close to the edge, letting out your pleasure screams into his mouth.

His hips falter, you feel him throbing inside you, your nails digging into his back push him over the edge as he cums deep inside you, filling you up to the brim, this also making you reach your high as you let out a long moan.

Both of you are panting side by side, completely exhausted, tired, yet you both know the night is still far from over.

Minutes pass, and he turns to you with that cheeky smile of his, a special glint in his eye.

"Join me in the shower this time"

[epireancrusade]

After the deafening noise of the firefight, the following silence felt unnatural. Skel slowly pushed himself up from the floor where he had thrown himself when all hell had broken loose. Two lasguns firing on full auto had turned the cistern's tight utility hallway into a slaughterhouse. Harkon was dead. He had taken the Sacred band's warriors first salvo to his chest and as a result he had been almost sawed in half by hailing fire from six autoguns.

After the deafening noise of the firefight, the following silence felt unnatural. Skel slowly pushed himself up from the floor where he had thrown himself when all hell had broken loose. Harkon was dead. He had taken the first salvo to his chest and as a result been almost sawed in half. However, his body had covered Skel and Jessup who had opened up almost immediately. Two lasguns firing on full auto had turned the cistern's tight utility hallway into a slaughterhouse. Six Sacred band soldiers were shred to pieces and were laying all around the floor and in the the pool, it’s water slowly turning red.

”What a fucking shitshow!” Skel exlaimed, after making sure nothing was moving in the room anymore. ”I thought this area was supposed to be cleared already”, muttered Jessup, slowly descending the stairs, weapon ready. ”Yeah, well, it wasn’t”, responded Skel, his voice filled with sarcasm. ”Put the glory boys in charge, and they’ll sweep through the enemy lines, straight to the top! But they sure as shit don’t care much about the dirty work. No, that belongs to the lowly shits of the infantry! Crawling through these Emperor-damned hallways and sewer tunnels, every corner hiding these fanatic bastards, all too happy to cut your throat from one ear to another!” Jessup grinned dryly. ”Well, that’s Imperial guard for you! Only in death does duty end and so on. What were these fuckers even doing down here?” Skel walked on the lip of the pool. ”I don’t know… but look at those two in the water. Not your regular jarheads. you saw the masks?” Skel prodded one of the floating bodies with his bayonet, turning the face-down laying body around. Golden pins on the collar proved her to be a higher ranking officer, and the yellow ceremonial mask on her face was filled with symbols that made Skel’s stomach turn. He pushed body away from him, grimacing. ”Shit. Yep. One of those damn chosen ones. The priests, you know? Like the ones we saw in …” ”Yeah, I was in the Hab 90 too, remember?” Jessup waved her hand. ”I saw what those bastards can do. What were they up to in here?”

Skel stepped in the water, quietly cursing as the cold water soaked through his trousers. ”What are you doing?” asked Jessup, but Skel didn’t answer. He raised his lasgun, pointing in the darkness of the opposite wall. ”There. There is something in there”, he said, stepping forward. ”Wait, Skel. I think we should call the backup. If there were priests here, it can only mean that there was something warp-related going on…” she trailed off. Skel had fished his flaslight from his pocket and his light beam was aimed at the back of the room. He only used the light for a second, but even that short glimpse filled both guardsmen with unspeakable terror. The whole back wall of the room was filled with unholy markings. The twisted glyphs were almost like living things, and even a glimpse at them made Skel feel nauseous. He turned the light off. ”C’mon, Skel”, Jessup pleaded. ”Let’s get the hell out of here. This is bad…” Skel lifted his hand as a signal for quiet. The still water in the pool had just…moved. There was something under the surface. Skel took a step back, his face turning pale in fear. ”T-there is something in the water…” he said, taking another step backwards, rising his lasgun.  

Everything happened so quickly. One moment Skel was standing in the water, finger on the trigger, and then he was no more. Only a widening circle in the water on the spot he had been standing on. ”Skel? Skel!” Jessup scanned the surface through her sight. This was all going down the shitter and fast. Images from Hab 90 all those yeasr ago in Kissia flashed through her mind with terror-fuelled speed. All that blood. The warp-magic peeling off the faces of her comrades. The piles of dead, warping, turning to something… ”Skel! Come on! Please…” Jessup was losing her nerve, and fast. Skel was her best friend, but the terror was quickly overriding all of her brain funcions. ”Fuck this… Fuck this. I’m going, Skel! I’m going to get h…” and the surface broke.

The thump of the frag grenade going off was regocnizable even when it was muffled by a copious amount of water. Reflexibly Jessupp threw herself to the bloody floor, just as Skel flew over her head, followed by a stream of bloody water and klumps of something meaty. All of a sudden a terrible stench filled the air, making Jessup gag. She struggled upright, only glancing at the water, where something was slowly pushing itself up from the water. Only a glimpse to it’s many eyes was enough for Jessup to empty her bladder. She scrambled towards stairs, almost tripping over Skel. His eyes were open. He was breathing. His right arm was missing and his clothes were torn. Blood was flowing freely from the stum as well as from the several smaller wounds across the right side of Skel’s body. Jessup wasn’t gone too far to not recognize Shrapnel wounds. ”G-got the bastard…” Skel was muttering. Blood was flwing out from his mouth and ears as well. ”W-whit the…fr-frag. Got my hand…” Jessup readjusted. Her wounded friend became a focus point, something to concentrate, something to do to keep the madness away. She grabbed Skel’s left hand, making him squel from pain. By the emperor, he was falling apart. ”Fucking leave me!” Skel shouted, gritting his teeth. ”G-give me your gun and I… I’ll hold th-the…”

Jessup didn’t say anything. She simply hoisted Skel up over her shoulders. No time to tend his wounds. They would be long dead before he would bleed out down here. Skel screamed, he was in agony. Jessup stole a quick glance at the pool, saw how tentacle-like appendixes were pushing towards her, and finally gave up to fear. Screaming, she ran towards the stairs and then up. A screeching sound came from below, like a scream of a thousand souls in agony. Jessup was weeping, reciting the litany of emperor’s protection between sobs. The stairs seemed to last forever. She could feel the cold grip of fear in between her shoulders. At any moment those unnatural, warp-formed tentacles would grab her ankle, and pull her and Skel down, to a fate worse than death. How many steps left?

Invasion of Morentos VII was a success, but the events in the shrine-hive of Evelior soured the mood across the crusade fleet. The holy shrine of St.Evel, the ecclesiarchy temples and the monuments had to be destroyed by an orbital bombardment. The Sacred band, realizing they were losing their grip on the world, had conducted dark rituals all accross the holy city, infesting the city’s water supply with warp-born horrors. It was a small wonder that the imperial forces were able to retreat before it was too late, thanks to a duo of soldiers, who were able to escape after wthessing the birth of one of the creatures. After a short period in the inquisitioral custody the two guardsmen were released and trasferred to the Kissian 78th. Almost all of the Kissian units who had suffered through the ”horror” during the Noctis aeterna had proven to be quite resilient to the warp-taint, and the inquisition officials decided that further purges for the units involved was not necessary. Morentos VII was liberated, and the construction of a new shrine-hive was commissioned. The crusade headquarters could only find solace in the fact that the whole world was not lost to the taint.

A few billion more dead, a shrine destroyed, another world brought back to the imperial hold. The Epirean crusade kept grounding on…

[salty-says]

Omg I’m alive

Here you go @221bloggergirl221

Take Care

Sanji woke up with excruciating pain, everywhere. The sun blared down at him and he grimaced. Rolling onto his side he cracked his eyes open, trying to get his barrings.

He tried to remember the last thing that had happened before he blacked out. He looked up and saw the rest of his crew lying down, passed out. Everyone except— “Zoro.”

Sanji shot up and ignored the pain screaming at him. He scanned the battle field full of rubble and bodies. With no luck finding the ball of moss he started running. He needed to find him, that bastard couldn’t have died.

The pressure in his lungs stung as he ran, but he ignored it. Jumping over fallen rocks. his legs shook. He kept running until he saw Zoro’s peculiar green hair.

He paused and stared at him. His arms were crossed, body standing tall, clothes torn and ripped, blood all around him.

Sanji gasped quietly and approached him. Kuma didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight, “What happened?”

Zoro didn’t move, he just kept standing firm and tall, “Nothing happened.”

Sanji was about to respond with an angry retort but before he could he saw it. The break in Zoro’s demeanor. The slight tremble of his legs.

He quickly ran over to him and caught his bloody body before it hit the ground. Zoro’s face looked pained, even more than after his fight with Mihawk.

“You dumb idiot.” Sanji whispered before scooping him up in his arms bridal style.

He walked over to his other crew mates. They seemed to be coming to. They sat up grimacing in the light just as Sanji did before. All were rubbing their bodies, trying to soothe the aches that were there.

Except for Luffy, he was jumping up and down yelling about how he didn’t have any pain. Sanji’s eyes narrowed as he thought about how much pain Zoro must be in and how their idiot captain is shoving his painlessness in their faces.

Sanji held Zoro closer to his body so he could here the small breaths Zoro was taking. He trekked towards the castle. One of the rooms seemed to still be intact and Sanji thought it would be a good place for Zoro to rest and get treatment. Sunny was too far away and Zoro needed care now.

“Chopper!” Sanji yelled as he passed the little reindeer who was already starting to patch up Usopp.

Chopper looked up and wailed, “Sanji! Is Zoro okay? Is he alive?! What happened!”

“I don’t know, but he is breathing. Please take him inside and treat him.”

Chopper switched to his human form and grabbed Zoro from Sanji, “Right! Can you go to Sunny and get extra supplies for me? I have enough to treat Zoro but not enough for this battlefield.”

Sanji nodded and Chopper ran off inside the building with Zoro in his arms. He sighed and lit a cigarette, the sweet smoke filling his lungs. He went over to his crew first, making sure his ladies were okay. Robin was helping Nami stand up. They seemed to have minor injuries.

“Are you ladies alright? Need anything from Sunny?” Sanji asked them sweetly.

Nami and Robin turned to him, eyes widening at his injured state. “Sanji-kun…you need to see Chopper.”

Sanji smiled, “I appreciate your worry mademoiselle, but I can assure you that Chopper has some great priorities right now. And you two must be treated before me. I am actually on a mission from our dear doctor getting more supplies.”

Nami and Robin turned to each other before looking back towards Sanji, “Maybe some clothes would be nice, cook-san.”

“As you wish, my loves!” Sanji bowed before making his way to the Sunny.

. . .

Everyone was treated and the post battle glory emanated throughout the room. Brook riled up the crowd as he shared Bink’s Sake with everyone.

Sanji smiled and looked back to the meal he was making. Most everything had already gone out to everyone but he had one last one to make. With some seafood Sanji finished the plate and brought it over to the one he made it for.

Zoro was lying on a makeshift bed at the back of the room. He was covered in bandages like a mummy. Sanji placed the plate on the table next to Zoro before kneeling down next to his bed.

“Marimo,” He whispered.

Zoro stirred a bit but didn’t open his eyes.

Sanji looked behind him to make sure no one was watching them. He gently ran a hand through Zoro’s hair, trying to coarse him to wake, “Marimooo.”

Zoro’s face contorted and he cracked his left eye open slightly. He blinked his eyes before looking up at Sanji, “Cook?”

“How are you feeling?” Sanji asked as he pulled up a chair next to him.

Zoro grumbled and tried to sit up, hissing in pain. Sanji grabbed his arm softly and helped him. Zoro looked at Sanji angrily but didn’t pull away.

Now upright against the pillows, Zoro looked down at himself, “Shit.”

“Yeah you got your ass beat, hard.” Sanji smirked.

“Shove it, shit cook! It was so I could save your lousy ass!” Zoro growled at him.

Sanji rolled his eyes, “And look where that got you. Now, shut up and eat the onigiri I made you.”

Zoro looked at the plate Sanji grabbed and sighed. Sanji picked up one of the onigiri’s and brought it to Zoro’s mouth. However, Zoro grimaced and turned away.

“That’s humiliating.” He said.

Sanji’s brow furrowed in anger as he slammed the plate back onto the side table, “You know what you selfish bastard?! You can suffer here by your-fucking-self. I’m trying to help you and all you want to do is continue being a fucking jerk!”

Sanji turned away and was about to break for the other side of the room before something caught his arm.

Weakly he heard, “Wait, please…”

Sanji paused and turned. Zoro’s weakly gripped his sleeve with his face down in defeat.

Zoro looked up to him with pleading eyes, “Please help me.”

Sanji sighed and closed his eyes. He sat back down in the chair and picked up an onigiri once more bringing it to Zoro’s mouth.

Zoro blushed before opening his mouth and eating it, “It’s really good.”

Sanji smiled and kept feeding him, “I’m glad.”

The background noise seemed to drown out to them as they shared this intimate moment. When Zoro finished all the onigiri he yawned.

“Get some rest, mosshead.”

Zoro paused, “…will you…will you stay here with me?”

Sanji’s eyes widened as he let the request sink in. Zoro flushed, “I-I mean—sorry that was a stupid. Never mind me.”

Cracking a smile, Sanji grabbed Zoro’s bandaged hand and held it gingerly in his, “Of course I’ll stay.”

Zoro smiled and squeezed Sanji’s hand weakly. He did his best to create room on the bed. As Sanji saw what he was doing he blushed, “Oh, in there?”

Zoro nodded. Sanji smiled and let go of his his hand to get in next to him. It was cramped but warm. Zoro lay on his back as Sanji lay on his side wrapping his arms and legs around Zoro.

Sanji’s head rested on Zoro’s shoulder. Zoro smiled as he felt Sanji’s blonde hair ticked his chin.

“Get some rest,” Sanji mumbled.

Zoro maneuvered his face into Sanji’s hair and grunted. Sanji smiled and sleep came over him. Soon enough both of their bodies relaxed and they were peacefully asleep.

[creative-frequency]

What if Raphael teleported himself to Tav and she just so happens to be completely naked? Like they haven't really begun courting yet, and BAM! Now he is in her home and he is seeing the object of his affections interests in all of her glory when he wasn't expecting to.

Bonus points if Tav is super calm about it - minus any initial surprise - and just sighs and casually goes to start covering up, maybe while saying "So what can I do for you, Raphael?" or mumbling something like "And this kind of thing was why I asked Korrilla to tell me when to expect you. So much for 'that would never happen'... "

You can decide what happens from there.

You can decide what happens from here >:D

Raphael x GN!Reader: Put on Some Clothes

Multiple things happen simultaneously and your train of thought speeds through the initial panic to relief and back to mild chagrin. First, you smell the hint of sulphur that permeates your dim bedroom. There is no time to react or put on any clothes as the familiar scent is quickly followed by an almost blinding ring of hellfire right in the middle of the floor.

Grinding your teeth, you hastily pull a tunic over your head. You’re painfully aware that Raphael just had seconds to stare at the full glory of your naked backside. And that you’re wearing nothing underneath. And that the tunic hem now barely covers your bottom. You could swear the bastard timed his arrival on purpose. At least this time he waited until after you were done with the bath.

“So what can I do for you Raphael?” you turn to ask and force your expression neutral.

Raphael surely sees the faint red of embarrassment flushing your skin as he stalks closer with a smug smile. What a bastard.

“Apologies if I arrived at a bad time,” he says and you could swear he knows perfectly well that it was indeed a bad time.

You clear your throat, deciding to suffer bravely as Raphael’s gaze rakes over your bare legs. You refuse to shrink back from the carnal attention that licks your core with hot flames. Raphael’s eyes flash with delight. This is how it always was with him – the play of cat and mouse, temptations and unsaid things. You swallow and hope he doesn’t notice it.

“As per our standing contract, I have a job for you,” Raphael says as if he is discussing the weather. His eyes still brazenly skim over your form, up and down. Each swoop makes your insides clench and you try your hardest not to brush your thighs together.

“Right,” you sigh. “Can it wait until after I’ve put on some clothes? Or are we in a hurry?”

Raphael’s smirk darkens and it shoots a scorching wave through you. You hold his gaze.

“Of course, my dear. Allow me to assist you in picking out the perfect outfit for this job.”

[nekassvariigs]

Shanks, mihawk with an s/o who is secretly very strong like y/n can be getting yelled at and she doesn't do anything and if y/n is in danger she was always saved.but this time Y/N kinda just snapped like she made a whole bloodbath

(its a bit harder to write some gore for mihawk since the man is known not to go looking for trouble so this was my best idea for him)

Shanks

he's seen you loose your shit once but he was still suspicious that it wasn't your full extent of emotions.

Shanks had a bone to pick with a certain crew for a long time however it wasnt until the bastards showed up trying to put holes in his ship that he began getting really upset with them.

"Duck!" he'd jesture for you to evade the oncoming attack knowing fully well you liked when he showed up in a blaze of glory to save your ass.

And so, you stood there waiting for the blade to strike you to feel the sting of ripping skin and yet nothing, a strong clash of metal echoed before you Shank's sword glistened in the sunlight his aura irreversably tense.

"I told you to duck, it's the last time i'm doing this." his usually soothing voice came off as an abrupt shout at you, his eyes never looking near you as he plunged the sword in the man before him.

Truth be told that ruined the picture perfect moment of saving the underdog and left you feeling bitter.

Without a warning the body he shielded with his own was long gone when he tried taking a step back to guard you from the fallen man. He looked around for you as if you had dissapeared in thin air, a loud trail of groans and painful whimpers clouded his ears as he looked forward to the sight before him.

They didn't aim to be killing anyone, however it seemed the battle had reached its peak, the floorboards creeked under your weight, the sound of bodies collapsing in loud thuds only reassured Shanks' earlier doubts about you.

You lay upon a pile of men their blood trickling down in an upsetting and horrid manner, Shanks' was stunned to say the least, he thought of you as a powerful fighter but even this beat what he had in mind.

You sat there a trail of steam forming from your breath in the cold air, nothing in your body moved, only the rise of your chest as you took deeps breaths.

There was a slight klinch behind Shanks a gust of wind going upwards as someone reached behind him their sword drawn with a coarse battlecry.

He looked at you confidently making a split second decision to see what kind of beast truly lays under this calm facade you've always put up.

In a seconds notice the strong gust of wind from your body making its way past him sent his red hair sweeping across his face. With a proud smirk he looked past his shoulders, your sword seethed in its place the man before you already out cold in his own blood.

Before he got a word in you were already gone onto the next leaving a wake of men shouting for their crew to leave before theyre all dead.

He chuckles with new found confidance in you albeit the dripping blood that neared his shoes made him realise he might need to interferre with you personally.

Your heart was in no way weak of will yet the moment he used his Haki on you left you with a stumble to your step. His gaze was certain without a mistake he was ordering for you to stop, the battle was over they had lost and you had won, so theres no more need for you to slash through even half awake bodies.

Your eyes met his in an instant the sour urge for blood had dissapated, you sighed, a long drag to seethe your sword for the last time you walked to gaze over at the sea. There were no birds in sight only a pair of sea kings leaping through the deep sea waters.

Shanks came to stand beside you his arms hovering over the end of the ship he spoke up.

"Didn't know we kept a beast locked up for so long." he laughed the pleasant roar of his chest made even you smirk under your composure.

Mihawk

He's a man who goes out at sea only when necessary therefore hes had his fair share of witnessing you fall helplessy many times.

He nearly pities you, your way of fighting was ineffective against most who've went through the basics of swordsmanship. His constant passive insults seemed to build up in your head, his judgemental stare each time you fell down, the coldness in his eyes as he retorts to how you should work on your balance as he steps over to shield you from an attack.

Well theres a time for everything.

He agreed to take you along on one of his voyages you were standing behind him the entire time watching how the water spilled over his makeshift raft.

"Try not to fall." He spoke up clutching his black sword over his shoulder eyes pointing over to the ship before him.

It was rare when he decided to dock the ships he passed however since you were with him he wanted to see if you improved atleast a bit.

Much to his surprise a clash of green swiped past his face, it wasn't an attack he insinuated and yet it it sliced the ship clean.

He watched at the sight before him, the massive ship splitting open as it held no common ground to steady its split parts.

You walked before him and without explanation started throwing long range attacks, he stepped back a foot, his plan to passivley scold you had been taken out of the books.

He was notcing your footwork, your stance and breathing. There had been no flaws in it which left him questioning if it all had been a fluke this entire time. He watched you swing your sword in everywhich direction which made it painfully obvious you were aiming at something to be hit and yet what caught his eye was your concentration and the blood thirsty aroua around you, you were allowing no mistakes to be made.

The way you changed the angle of your attack as if you sensed someones movement on the ship, landing throws wasn't random anymore it had a purpose even he didn't see.

He was beginning to wonder when did you have the time for training with how busy he liked keeping you.

You quickly ended your attacks throwing your sword over your shoulder. In a moment of silence and crashing waves a chorus of pained wails was heard.

It had to be one of the most eerie sounds he's ever heard on the open sea as his eyes windened to the sound his scowl growing a bit more dense he kept looking between you and the now collapsed ship.

He was heavily intrigued his eyes told that much.

When you turned around nothing prepared for the total calmness he felt over the eased look in your eyes, however the glint that shined within them spoke volumes of how much expetise you had.

"Fight me." He spoke calmly haven't witnessed a power like his in a while, the water before his raft floating with debris and unmistakenly blood from the men you had attacked. You smiled at his request the two of your shared little to no place for footwork and his sword was long enough to reach the other end of his raft.

He wasnt sure if it was an intimidation tactic but the way you dipped your sword in the blody water to let it drip on his raft left him a little on the edge.

After reaching a draw he sat back, his large black hat tipping over his eyes he told you "Why have you been fighting like a newborn chick?"

You caught your breath sitting down before him on the raft you spoke with your sword resting on your shoulder. "You've never asked to fight seriously." a chuckle from you made him feel like a bit of an idiot, perhaps he should have challenged you sooner or atleast once told you to fight like it meant your life.

He sighed noticing a mark on his boot, it had been cut, not enough to fully cut through but enough to leave a mean scuff on it, no doubt your doing.

He stared long at the mark until you reached your destination, his eyes boring into the back of your skull as you offered him your presance. He had lost the duel without noticing, you left the scuff there to show him he needed not to underestimate you.

The following ride back he continued to slash his sword at you in moments where you werent paying attention, watching how effortlesly you doged his attacks you warned him "If you're attacking me, aim to kill me." You smiled with a twisted twinkle in your eyes, and he did as you said slashing true his blade left a soft incision over your cheek, payback for his scuffed boot.

[snailsdraw]

[Start ID: 7 pages of HLVRAI narrative doodles following an interaction between a younger Bubby and Dr Coomer about the moon.

It is a late night at the Black Mesa facility in the year 1973. Bubby, now a scientist, is taking a load off outside by the train tracks within the facility, his legs dangling over the edge while his face is tilted to the sky with an unreadable expression. "Ah! There you are, Dr Bubby!" calls Dr Coomer, walking up from behind him. He continues, "May I ask what you're doing out here? Your presence was requested at the High-Energy Particle Labs about an hour ago, or so I've heard." Bubby seems to rub at his eyes before turning his face sideways to throw a glance at the approaching fellow scientist. He smirks: "Oh Harold, when have I ever let those idiots get their way? Besides, I haven't failed to deliver even when 2 hours short. I'd say they're just too intimidated by my Intellectual Prowess to trust me with it." Dr Coomer stoops down to sit down next to him, humming in a humouring manner.

"Bubby, I do recall you only learning how to use the lavatory a month ago-" Dr Coomer begins to say, before Bubby interrupts him. "Look, I was created to be a scientific genius, not a toilet user," Bubby retorts. Not quite paying attention to his response, Dr Coomer hums absentmindedly, gaze turned to the full moon hanging above them. Out here, the dark open sky is speckled with pinprick stars and graced by passing clouds. Dr Coomer comments: "The Moon is quite beautiful tonight, isn't it?" "Well, I'm not surprised. It usually is," replies Bubby. "What would be nice is to see it up close..." Sensing hidden melancholy in his words, Dr Coomer steals a sideways look at him.

Bubby is quiet for a bit, face still turned to the moon. "…I was always going to find a way onto that rocket, you know?" Bubby finally says, quietly. "Leave it to the labcoat bastards to fuck that up…keeping me locked up in that damn tube a year too damn long." Dr Coomer looks away, feeling a smidge guilty at being a "labcoat bastard" himself in Bubby's words. The year is 1973, a year after NASA's last lunar mission.

They sit in silence, until Bubby feels an elbow nudging at him. "Now, now, that's not the Dr Bubby I've come to know," Dr Coomer says encouragingly, having recovered from his momentary guilt, "Look with me, won't you?"

"The Moon is still up there, isn't she? In all her glowing radiant glory," says Dr Coomer, gesturing to the moon with an open palm. Bubby looks at him curiously as the stout man continues: "And as long as she's still up there," - and Dr Coomer punctuates his sentence by poking a finger to Bubby's chest - "I believe you will find a way to meet her."

Dr Coomer retracts his hand, keeping his other palm held open towards the moon. He quirks an eyebrow at Bubby, grinning: "Afterall, would a "scientific genius" be handicapped by the mere discontinuation of the Apollo Project?" Bubby is speechless for a moment, taking in Dr Coomer's words in subtle awe before a smug grin stretches across his cheek. "Oh, of course not!" Bubby says confidently, a glint bouncing off his glasses as he adjusts them smartly, "What do they take me for? A fool?"

Dr Coomer smiles warmly at Bubby in amusement as Bubby continues arrogantly: "I'll be up there in no time! In fact, why stop there? I'll go even further!" "I'll be the first terrestrial being to see the universe in its entirety!" Bubby's words echo in Dr Coomer's mind somewhere in the future, when the elderly scientist floats alone in a dark void of space above everything he had once thought to be real. Looking down on the now small piece of railway area he'd just been standing on with the rest of the Science Team, his doubtless reply to Bubby back in 1973 rings hollowly in his mind. "I'm sure you will, Bubby."

End ID.]

I had to split the Boomer thing into two because the ID would been even longer if not.

Yall have @ves-doodles to thank for introducing me to the Saturn V rocket.

[Link to Part 1.] <<