#just imagine I'm sitting on the edge of my seat waiting to hear from you

[iguessigotta]

I don’t know if we’re allowed to share dreams we had related to Dark but I have to tell someone-

Ok so it starts in this like sewer system area where I’m running away from monster thingys and eventually I come across a closet so I step inside and the monsters pass by me. But then, Actor Mark runs up to the doors of the closet and throws it open. He says something along the lines of “I finally found you old friend.” And went to punch me in the face, BUT when before it hit, he disappear and now the outside of the closet was a mall. I heard Marks voice saying, “I’ll help you get out of this hell hole. Follow the noises and hide in the coat racks.” So I went coatrack to coatrack getting closer to these noises and came upon a staircase and a little shop area called ‘Warfstache Ball Pit Bash’ ( Sadly I didn’t go in there ) but I went down the stairs and had like a video game pop up option to enter “the ball”, so I did it and suddenly I was zooming away in the air on some track in a giant clear ball with Darkiplier sitting next to me. He didn’t say anything, he was just staring out the other side of the ball away from me.

I also just wanna mention Dark & Mark appear in my dreams SUPER often. Like almost every dream I have has them in it. Like one dream I had was Me and Mark having dinner with some other you tubers but I could tell it was Dark pretending to be Mark because he acted really off. It’s like me and dark have some sort of conflict or romantic tension in my dreams? It’s strange.

I first off y'all are more than welcome to tell me about your weird Darkiplier dreams - tbh you can tell me about any character you dream about! Dreams are so weird and I LOVE hearing about them!!

Anon I have one critique for your dream choices. YOU SHOULD'VE GONE TO WARFSTACHE BALL PIT BASH COME ON THE NAME ALONE IS FANTASTIC IMAGINE THE INSIDE OF THAT PLACE ok sorry had to get that out lmao

I love that your dream kinda sounds like a horror game w/ a dash of Spy Kids (the ball-thing you and Dark were in feels very Spy Kids to me omg) Dark's shown up in a couple of my dreams but I am a Fool who never remembers to write dreams down so I forgot them :(

[the-kr8tor]

Oh I have a Drabble idea if that’s ok! What about hobie with reader who really laughs for the first time? Like she’s a pretty easy person to make laugh and has a good sense of humor but something just gETS her and he sees her laugh to the point of tears for the first time. I feel like that’d be cute. Also it can be GN if you prefer!

Hi hun! Thank you for requesting ❤️ your prompt was so cute, hope you like it!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, established relationship, food mention, FLUFF.

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Your hands are sticky and smelling of citrus, breaking off another piece of orange and placing it onto Gwen's waiting hand, she hums a thankful tune, her head slumped on your shoulder, still feeling the after effects of her latest mission.

Hobie's sitting in front of you, legs casually draped over your lap, his shoes grazing your suit, but you don't mind, as long as he's recuperating. A cold compress placed on his eyes, blocking out the harsh lights of the cafeteria.

You tap the table, getting his attention. He pulls the edge of the cold compress, peeking at you. Hobie raises a pierced brow.

You raise a piece of orange, ready to throw at his mouth, he understands completely, mouth open, trying to angle it better.

You toss it, the orange slice flips in the air, landing directly in Hobie's mouth.

He pumps his fist in the air, while Gwen tiredly claps. You giggle at Hobie's reaction, rubbing a soothing hand over the tensed muscles in his leg.

"You want another one?" You crane your neck towards Gwen, her brows knitting together when Hobie jokingly opens his mouth full of chewed orange, showing it to her.

"Disgusting!" She tosses an orange skin at him, bonking him directly on his forehead.

Hobie chuckles, satisfied with her reaction. But he isn't satisfied with yours, Hobie watches as you laugh softly, the orange in your hands bounces slightly in your grip. He's determined to make you laugh louder, imagining how adorable the sound could be.

"Hey guys!" Miles greets you three, he's accompanied by Pavitr, they saunter towards your table, Pavitr's clutching at the shell of his ear.

"What?!" Pavitr asks loudly. Miles jumps away slightly.

"What's up with him?" Gwen gestures towards Pavitr, he looks at everyone with an apologetic face.

"You alright there, big man?" Hobie asks.

"There was a massive blast on our last mission, it blew out his eardrums" Miles explains, while the boy next to him looks at him questioningly, clearly not hearing anything he's saying.

"Did you guys go to the medbay? Get it checked out?" You stand up, handing Pavitr an orange slice.

"We went to the med bay, spider-doctor said he'll be fine in a few hours" Miles takes your seat next to Gwen. You nod while you're trying to hand Pavitr an orange, but he's too occupied at tugging his ear.

"Can I interest you in an orange, in these trying times?" You joke, but it flies over Pavitr's head (ears?)

"What?!" He asks loudly.

"Do you want an orange?!" You yell out, making other spider people look at you weirdly. "Sorry!" You wave at them.

"I'm sorry! I can't hear you! My ears are ringing!"

"You should answer it then," Hobie jokes nonchalantly.

You laugh loudly a second later, turning everyone's attention to you, clutching your stomach as happy tears prick your eyes.

Everyone gets startled by your loud guffaw, Gwen and Miles laugh, your chortle making theirs louder. They're not laughing at you though, they're clearly laughing with you. Gwen slaps Miles shoulders, Hobie didn't foresee how his little joke got everyone cackling hard.

You keel over, knees giving out. Hobie was too occupied at basking in your laughter, he didn't notice you sitting on the floor, gasping for breath.

He quickly jumps up, grabbing your forehead, shielding it from the dirty floors of the cafeteria. Hobie notices that everyone in the room is in stitches, guess your laughter was contagious.

As much as he loves the sound of your happiness, you need to stop for air, or else you might actually faint from too much laughter.

Hobie crouches down, cupping your jaw. He chuckles at your tear stained cheeks, your nose flaring up, skin, hot from laughing too hard. Happiness suits you, he thinks.

Hobie rubs your cheeks with his thumb, his other hand massaging your back, trying to calm you down. "Breathe, you gotta inhale, lovey"

Inhaling deeply, your laughter subsides slowly, but little chuckles still leave your lips. You place your head on his chest with a thud, embarrassed.

"Oh god, I needed that" you hold onto his neck for support, hearing the roaring laughter slowly die down "that was so embarrassing though" you look up at him, Hobie's staring directly into your eyes, lopsided grin on his lips.

"Nah, you're good" Hobie pats the top of your head, leaving a quick peck on it, heat rises back in your cheeks, but for a different reason this time.

You bat your eyelashes "Thanks Hobie" giving him your best smile.

He helps you back on your feet, caressing your arm fondly. Your friends make gagging noises, showing their displeasure at your public display of affection.

"What's so funny?" Pavitr asks, feeling left out.

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Thank you for reading! Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed ❤️

[jennay]

Dreaded Sickness

Request:

Hi!! I love your writing so much. It's so refreshing to see some fluff. I was wondering if you could do something where the reader has a cold or the flu, and Noah takes care of them. I've been a lil stuffy lately and feel like this would be super cute. 💕

Word Count: 1800ish

Noah Sebastian x reader

No warnings.

Noah Master List

An: hope you enjoy this! I tried not to sound too cliché. Let me know what you think💜

Being sick was your worst nightmare. You took vitamins regularly, washed your hands constantly, and wore masks at work.

You avoided touching door handles; if you ever heard someone was sick, you would avoid contact with them.

Noah found it humorous and often teased that you needed to be put in one of those plastic hamster balls, and he would carry you around.

He'd never seen you sick for the three years you had been dating, so it was all new to him when you left work early and texted him: I'm dying.

He saw you this morning when you left, and you looked ok. He assumed you got the sniffles and were overreacting, but when he saw you in the bedroom with the blankets covering every inch of your body, concern rushed to his core.

"Oh, babe." He whispers, sitting at the edge of the bed; his hand falls to your shoulder. A frown on his lips when he hears you struggling to breathe. He gently sets his hand on your forehead, gauging your body's temperature.

Your eyes flutter open at his touch, "Hey." You quietly groan while pushing yourself into a seated position. What a mistake that was; your body feels heavy, and sitting up feels like a chore. All the blood rushed to your head, making you feel like passing out.

Noah wraps his tattooed arm around your body, bracing for the impact of you against his chest. "What happened to you?" He asks, running his fingers through the ends of your hair.

You sigh, "I feel like shit, and everything hurts." You gently pull out of his arms and collapse back on the bed. You pull the blankets back to your face and close your eyes.

"Are you just stuffed up?" He lies beside you on the blankets, propped up on his elbow to observe you. You look a little flushed, your lips are dry from breathing through your mouth, and your eyes are a bit puffy from rubbing them.

"I don't know." You whisper, turning on your side to face the wall. You feel his hand rub your back soothingly.

"Do you want to try a bath? I can get it started." He offers.

"I don't think I can walk there." You softly say. "I don't even know if I have control over my limbs right now."

Noah chuckles, "Good thing I've had lots of practice carrying you around." He sits up and walks over to the bathroom that connects to your room. "I'll be right back."

You hear the water turn on, and Noah hums while waiting there. You're grateful for him and don't want to be rude, but part of you wants him to let you sleep.

You can only imagine what he's filling the tub up with. Bubbles, bath salts, bath bombs…there was a wide variety to choose from, but knowing him, he would overdo it. You were too tired to care. You hear the water turn off, and his footsteps gradually get closer.

"Ready?" He asks, slowly pulling the blankets down your body. "Do you want me to carry you?" He doesn't give you time to answer before he slips an arm under your back and the other under your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

It always surprised you when he picked you up without an issue, no groans, no sighing, and no complaints.

You wrap your arms loosely around his neck, "It's so cold."

He frowns, feeling your body shiver against him. "I know, babe. It's only for a second." He brushes his lips against your forehead. "You're going to be ok. I promise. I'm here."

Noah lowers you to the floor, and a groan escapes your lips as the cold tile chills your skin. He removes your clothes, flings them aside, and then offers you his hand. You cling to him as he guides you into the bathtub.

You sigh as the heat wraps around you, soothing your aching body. You were reluctant to do this, but you're thankful Noah convinced you.

The water feels smooth and gentle, with lavender bubbles and elderberry oils nourishing your skin.

Noah squats beside you, his brown eyes sparkling with happiness as he watches you rest your head and close your eyes. He feels proud of himself for giving you some relief.

He loves seeing you happy and relaxed; it makes him happy, too. He thinks about how lucky he is to have you in his life. He never thought he'd find such a connection with someone, but here you were, constantly making him realize the amount of love he could truly feel for someone. “Do you need anything else?” He wonders aloud.

You shake your head slightly. “No, but can you stay in here?” You ask him softly. "I feel like I'm going to fall asleep, and I don't want to drown." You think about how lucky you are to have him in your life, how much easier life has been with him by your side. The comfort he gives you, how much love he shows you.

You think about how he always knows what to say or do to make you feel better, to make you laugh, to make you smile, to make you feel safe. You think about how he’s everything you ever wanted, everything you ever needed, everything you ever dreamed of.

He sits on the tile and leans back against the wall, “Of course.” He says without any hesitation.

A smile pulls at your lips, “I’m glad you found me.” You whisper.

He chuckles, watching you sink deeper into relaxation, “I’m glad I found you too.”

He smiles at you with a nostalgic look in his eyes. “Do you remember the first time we met?” He asks you, thinking about the moment that changed everything.

You had caught his attention on Instagram with a video you recorded singing. He wanted to collaborate with you on a duet. He sent you a message and asked you politely. You replied and declined him firmly. You told him that his music wasn’t suitable for your voice and that you didn’t have the experience he was looking for.

He didn’t give up, though. He kept sending you messages and trying to persuade you. He complimented your voice and your style. He told you how much he admired your talent and your passion. He said he had a perfect song for you and would love to hear you sing it with him.

You resisted his charm for two more months, but he was persistent and persuasive. You finally agreed to give him a chance, but you warned him that he would regret wasting his time.

The moment he saw you in person, his life changed.

You walked into the studio with a confident smile and a casual outfit. You wore jeans and a T-shirt that showed off your curves. You had your hair in a ponytail and sunglasses on your head. You looked calm and relaxed like you did this every day.

He was stunned by your beauty and your charisma. He felt his heart skip a beat and his mouth go dry. He greeted you warmly and introduced you to his producer and his bandmates.

They were all friendly and welcoming. You shook their hands and complimented their work. You made them laugh with your jokes and your wit. He could tell they liked you instantly.

He led you to the recording booth and handed you a pair of headphones and a microphone. He explained the song he had written for you and played a demo for you. It was a romantic ballad with a catchy chorus, the complete opposite of what you'd heard from him. You listened attentively and nodded along. You liked the melody and the lyrics. You told him it was a beautiful song and you were honored to sing it with him.

He pressed the record button and signaled you to start. You took a deep breath and sang the first verse with your powerful voice. It was sweet and soulful, full of emotion and expression. He joined you in the chorus, and you felt yourself melt at the sound of his voice. You harmonized perfectly and felt a spark between you.

The song ended, and he clapped his hands enthusiastically. He praised your performance. You had a few hours of goofing off but also moments of seriousness.

You followed him to the control room, where he played the song for you, and you both listened with admiration. It sounded like magic. You felt proud of what you had created together.

Noah admitted to you he had been following your Instagram for a long time and that he was a big fan of your voice. He said he had always wanted to work with you and was glad you finally agreed. He said he had enjoyed every moment of singing with you and that he felt a special connection with you. He asked you out the next day.

"I thought I was going to pass out." Noah laughs, "Can you believe that was three years ago?" He asks you.

You nod, "Best three years of my life. Thanks for continuing to try." You softly say. You slowly sit up in the bath and blink your eyes a few times, ready to get up, a yawn falling from your lips. "Can you hand me the towel?"

Noah stands up and grabs the towel, reaching for your hand to help you step out. He wraps the towel around your body and leads you to the room. "Go sit." He says, pointing to the bed; he walks away to the dresser and grabs you some fresh clothes, bending down in front of you. He starts at your legs and walks to your top, sliding your shirt over your body. He gently kisses your nose, making you giggle. "I love you." He quietly says.

"I love you too. Thank you for being so thoughtful."

Noah shrugs as you get back under the blanket and curl on the pillows. "You make it easy." He tucks the blankets under your body, making sure you won't get cold. He sits next to you, crawling in bed and pulling you close to him. He kisses your temple, "I want you to get some rest, OK?"

You nod, "I'll try to sleep, but don't go too far, please." You softly say, snuggling into his chest. "I'm scared I'm not going to wake up."

Noah smiles, melting at the idea of you needing him. "You're going to be ok, princess. I'll be right here when you wake up." He closes his eyes, getting comfortable beside you, drifting into a peaceful slumber.

He hopes that when you wake up, this nightmare will be over, but until then he will lay here keeping you safe in his arms.

[buckyhoney]

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this idea came to me at like 2 am and im obsessed

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!frank castle x sub!reader

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤/𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭/𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ ONLY, language, unprotected sex, masturbation (f), use of sex toys (dildo), daddy kink, unedited, sorry for any missed typos

"What happened?" Frank frantically asks, pressing the phone to his cheek.

It was almost one-thirty am when your name popped up on his phone. It wasn't often that you called him this late and the last time you did, you had gotten lost walking home from a night out with your friends. Since then, he's kept his phone on with the volume high.

"Baby, what happened?" He sits up in bed, waiting for you on the other again.

"I'm safe, I promise... I just.." You trailed off, before taking a deep breath.

Frank was getting nervous, looking around for his keys and his clothes. Even if it wasn't anything important, he was going to head over to your place- not wanting to chance anything.

"I can't..." You felt ashamed having to call him this late for something so little, but you needed him.

"I can't... cum.." A sigh of relief that you weren't in any immediate danger came from Frank.

Your cheeks burned and your eyes welled with embarrassment. Frank's cock twitched at the shyness of your voice. This was the first time you've called him with something like this. Frank didn't mind you getting off on your own, but he would of course prefer being there with you.

Smiling to himself he asks, "Why can't you cum, sweetheart?"

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, pulling at his sweatpants. You're lying back against pillows completely naked with your fingers between your thighs. Hearing his voice drop with the rasp had arousal leaking out of you.

Your heartbeat began to beat faster, "... My toys don't feel as good as you,"

You huff, looking over at the dildo lying next to you. Frank inhales sharply, running his hands through his hair. He can't even imagine how wound up you had to be to resort to your toys. The pink glass dildo, he had bought it for you for when he's away and you didn't usually use them- but tonight you just needed a release not even the dildo was helping.

The image of you sprawled out on the bed with your fingers rubbing your clit while you pumped yourself had Frank's cock stirring.

"Yeah?" He breathed, standing and grabbing his keys.

"Please, Frankie... I need you," Your voice was just above a whisper.

Frank bit back a moan, "I'll be right there, sweetheart,"

Placed your phone on the nightstand and continued to slowly pump yourself. You would get so close, but nothing seemed to get you to that last bit. You wished you knew why you were extra needy today and why it was extra hard to finish, but you just couldn't figure out why.

The closer Frank gets to your apartment door, the bigger his bulge grew. You only lived a few blocks away. In moments like this, you wish you lived together.

Frank digs in his pockets for his key. When he opens the front door, he can hear the frustrated whines and whimpers. Chuckling to himself, Franks kicks his shoes off and empties his pockets on the dining table by the door. Your bedroom door is shut, so Frank knocks gently before opening it, making sure not to startle you.

"I told you I was on my way," Frank's cock twitched again seeing you bare and spread wide on the bed.

Dropping the dildo, you jump up from the bed and practically run to him. Frank pulls you close, kissing the top of your head. You bite the inside of your cheek when you feel the bulge pressing against your skin. While he hugs you, Frank feels the tension in your shoulders.

"You're so tense, sweetheart, no wonder you can't cum." His hands run over your back, soothing the tension.

"C'mon." Pulling away from the hug, Frank gives you a soft kiss.

Motioning to the bed, you climb back on top of the comforter. Frank removes his hoodie and tosses it on the chair in the corner of the room.

"You have to relax, okay?" Frank slips between your legs, lying on his stomach and placing one of your legs over his shoulder.

He opens your pussy wide and sees your clit is swollen from all the attention. Running his thumb over the sensitive bud, you jerk your hips. Frank sees you pulsing around nothing, desperately begging to be filled. You watch him as he intently, inspects you- getting more frustrated that he's not doing anything.

"Frankie..." His palm runs up the top of your thigh, soothing your restlessness. Frank grabs the dildo and begins to tease you.

Knowing how impatient you are, it's safe to assume you didn't properly warm yourself up. Frank begins to drag the toy up between your folds, lazily circling your clit. Soon the soft noise start flowing and your body relaxes. It's so easy with Frank, he understands your body better than you do. The dildo glides down to your aching hole, slipping in only about two inches.

"Attagirl, look at that! How does that feel?" You nod, and your fingers find your nipples.

They begin to pinch and tug adding to the pleasure. Frank adds a few more inches, twisting and pumping you full. It feels better than when you tried, but it just still wasn't doing it.

You needed more, you needed Frank.

"It's still not enough..." He knew exactly what you were referring too, but he needed you to say it. Frank chuckles, kissing the inside of your thigh.

"Sweetheart, if you want my cock you need to use your words." Frank's still pumping you with the dildo.

You whine, "Daddy, I need your cock!"

With that, Frank smiles. He carefully pulls the dildo out, giving it to you to clean off. You take it and slip it past your lips. While you suck it clean, Frank removes the rest of his clothes.

When he's ready, he strokes himself a few times to get himself ready. Frank pulls your legs to the edge of the bed. Running the tip of his cock over your folds, you moan, finally getting what you need.

Frank slides inside you and you gasp. There is a relief that you hadn't had all night. It felt right and you lit up. Frank hovers over you and your legs wrap around him instantly. You claw at his lower back wanting him to get closer.

He chuckles, "There's my girl, just needed daddy's dick huh?" You're lost in it and your mind is fuzzy.

"C'mon now, use me- take what you need- fuck-" You're bucking your hips upward, signaling that you want more.

Frank takes the queue and picks up his pace.

"That's it, attagirl! Feels so much better doesn't it, sweetheart?" Without warning, your body seizes, you're gripping his body so tight and you clenching around him so tight.

You barely have time to process what's happening before you're hit with overwhelming pleasure.

"F-Fuck, y'so tight-" Frank holds steady while you inhale sharply.

The moans get caught in your throat while your orgasm hits you like a train. It's so hard that tears swell in your eyes and all you can manage to do is whine.

"M'sorry, daddy- I couldn't hold it- It was so strong-" You gulp back, embarrassment washes over you. You've never cum that hard before and you certainly never cum without asking his permission.

"Baby, baby- you did so well! Don't you dare say sorry," He kisses your forehead. All you do is nod and Frank kisses your forehead down to your lips. Frank just kisses you and runs his thumb over your cheek, calming your body down from the intense high.

[allkordelia]

Lost in the Moment

Daemon was sitting around in a random brothel with a cup of ale in his hand, he sulked in his seat thinking about his brother and his dilemma. His brother's words made a little nest inside his head as he wondered if he took it too far with his neice, he begin to get a headache thinking about all this he wondered where will he go now. He certainty wasn't going back to the vale and he can't go back to dragonstone so where could he go to lay low until his welcome back. He looked up seeing a red haired woman walk towards his table about pouring more ale in his cup only to be stop by daemon's hand covering the rim of the cup.

"where is your garderobes." Daemon asked putting a couple of coins on the table after downing the rest of his drink standing up, the red head pointed up the stairs.

" up the stairs take a right before going left past the rooms, my prince." He nodding stepped away leaving.

He followed the path as instructed past many rooms before he stopped hearing a soft voice down the hall away from all the moaning and groaning of whores and their patrons, he looked behind him before walking down the hall to his left where he heard a light humming like a melody come from a room. He peeked inside seeing a woman on the bed with her exposed leg and arm hanging off the edge of the bed while her other arm rest on her stomach, she was wearing a sheer white dress leaving little to the imagination and her dark curly hair that reminds him of the night sky spread across her pillow like waves and her skin was copper-brown like a autumn leaf.

He admired her beauty with awe as she looked like a goddess and her voice sounded like one too, but once he saw her pale white eyes daemon stepped away from the door accidentally knocking his feet against something on the ground. Her sweet humming stopped as she sat up looking at the door in curiosity and unease, even through the darkness was hiding him she sensed that someone was watching her.

"Hello?" She called out moving to cover her body with a blanket, daemon didn't say a word as he stood there in the shadows.

"Is anybody there?" She calls out again as she slolwy move to plant her feet on the floor standing up making daemon swallow thickly as his heart was racing feeling a bit unsure what to do, before he could leave the door to the girl's room was wide opened causing daemon to stay frozen in his spot.

"There's no use in staying quiet I can hear you breathing, asshole. " She said, her eyes were trained on the ground but her head was tilted a bit to the side as if using her hearing to detect someone.

"I apologize, my lady. I didn't mean to disturb you." She sigh exasperating.

"If your looking to steal. We don't have anything of value here." Daemon chuckled putting his hands behind his back rocking on the balls of his heels.

"I wasn't looking to steal....I heard you humming and saw you. You have a beautiful voice." She hmmed moving her head slighly up and down.

"Thank you for the compliment, now if you don't mind I am tired and I wish to sleep." She was closing the door but daemon stopped it with his hand.

"How much for one night?" He asked.

"I'm not a whore." She said flatly.

"Noted, but I am willing to play you a good sum to just....sing to me." He said quietly, she pulled a face at his request.

"Are you a eunuch or something?" She asked ill-mannered leaning her hand against the doorframe.

"No, I'm not I have all my bits."

"Than the answer is no. Goodbye." Daemon stopped her again from closing the door.

"Wait! Please, I don't...I haven't had the best couple of days. All I wish to do is hear you sing nothing else." Daemon watched her for a moment as she contemplate.

"Give me your sword." She command, daemon looked at her with furrowed eyes, "If you wish to come inside my room, you must give me your weapon." She held out her hand for it, daemon let out a huff before sliding dark sister from out of his sheath and place the handle in her hand.

"Be careful. It's very sharpe." The girl hummed turning walking further inside her room, daemon looked at her in surpised as she swing his sword skillfully.

"Valyrian steel? Very rare for someone to have one, how did you get it." The woman let the light sword drag behind her as she moved her hand to the wall next the window and place it on the cushion seat on the windowsill.

"It was a gift...from the prince daemon." She walked over to her bed taking a seat.

"You must be part of his kingsguard than, so tell me...now that your prince is back will you and your fellow brethern start your killing spree again?" Daemon looked taken back at her words before rubbing his neck.

"The king was not pleased with the last one, so no." She made a noise as she slowly move to over to the wall before laying down.

"Maybe his not dull-witted, after all." Daemon glared at her as he stood in the middle of her small room.

"Watch the way you speak of him, he is your king–" she let out a obnoxious laugh cutting him off.

"My king? No, his your king. My king died thirteen years ago and left us with a stout who spends all his wealth throwing fucking parties while his subjects are starving and are barely scraping by." The woman glares up at the roof, daemon let out a soft scoff even though she's was right he couldn't help but defend him even when they were anger at each other.

"Do you still wish for me to sing to you or what, I don't have all night to argue with you about your precious king." Daemon looked at her before he slowly removed his vast and took of his shoes off before laying in bed with her, he rest on his back with his hand linked on his stomach.

"Any recommendations?" He looked at her before shaking his head.

"Not really, you can sing that song you were singing earlier."

"The one that lured you into my neck of the woods?" She asked with a hint of a smirk.

"Yeah." he chuckled softly before moving to rest on his side as he listened to her sing, his gaze on her started to slowly faltered little by little as he fell asleep he felt like he haven't slept in ages since the war in the stepstones and now being exile again it was getting hard to found peace I'm his chaos.

So, when he woke up the next morning with his head resting on the girl's chest and his arm thrown over her stomach, he couldn't remember the last time he felt so tranquil in last two years. He leaned his head up at the beautiful stranger even in her sleep she looks breathe taking, he groan lowly as he moved off her and sat at the edge of the bed he moved off after putting his shoes on and getting dark sister.

"I hope your not leaving without praying, gold cloak." Daemon was midway button his vast when he turned to see the girl on her side with her eyes train somewhere else.

"Of course not, m'lady." He took the bag of coins from his pocket and put it on the bed, she grabbed weighing it before giving a satisfied nod.

"A bit light but I guess it be enough to eat." Daemon frowned a bit.

"Oh, I'm sorry I could always go get more it may take a while through but–" she sat up criss-cross on the bed stopping him.

"I was jesting, gold cloak. This will do just fine." Daemon sighed.

"Right...," he looked at the door before looking back at her, "...may I ask you something, my lady." She said something causing him to furrow his brows.

"I'm sorry?"

"That's my name, so stop with the my lady its too formal and makes me feel old." Daemon smiled and nodded.

"Your nodding, aren't you?" Daemon wince forgetting.

"Yes, apologies–"

"And stop apologizing I swear if I didn't know any better I would have thought you weren't from around here, gold cloak." He chuckled softly.

"You said you wanted to ask me something, what is it?" She asked looking down in her hands as you opened the bag of coins and started to count them.

"I was wondering if the lady–I mean if you would allow me to come back...later tonight for another song." He asked anxious, he needed her to sing to him again he needed her voice to lure him back to that peaceful place within his mind that he didn't know he had the young woman in front of him shrug nonchalantly.

"If you got the money, than sure but you have to pay extra since your going to be spending the night." She rest her shin on her balled fist waiting for him.

"I can do that."

"Good. But, before we can shake on it, may I ask your name....just in case if you were to murder me I can alert my brothers of the intruder." She gave him a humorous smile causing daemon to laugh.

"I'm...Daeron. Daeron Stone." She raised a brow at his name but didn't question it and reached out her hand for him to shake, he looked at it for a moment before grabbing her hand shaking it.

"Well, now we are acquainted, I have to ask..." daemon let go of her hand as she rest back under her chin, "....is it true that men from the vale fuck sheep?"

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After that first night, daemon been staying in mysaria's brothel and every night he stayed she charged him, she gave him a month to figure out his next move and as he did he been spending his time with you. Within weeks of knowing each other he and you have become good friends and lovers in their ambivalent amour, he got to know a lot about you and your family he learned more about you in a week than he did with his own wife in a month. He learned that you lost your mother and father early in your teen years just around the time you lost your sight, he learned that you wanted to become a blacksmith and live in Qohor, he knows that you love your brothers even though you don't say it when you talk about them. It reminds him a little about how he treated his own brother. Viserys. The King.

Daemon laid on his side facing you with his thumb gently caressing your cheek as you laid on your back with your lips moving along his own, he somehow got lured back into bed with only his pants on these were one the days that he enjoyed most with you. In deep down it pains him that it have to end so soon, daemon pulled away resting his head against hers as her hand were gently running her nails up and down his arm giving goosebumps.

"Why you stop?" Her lips grazed his lips before pressing a small kiss at the corner of his mouth, he sighed his nose bumping into hers.

"I have to tell you something?" She pulled back a bit with furrowed eyes, nod motioning for him to continue.

"I am leaving to pentos...morrow..." Daemon watched her as she sit up following suit as she leaned her back against the wall.

"I can't say I didn't see this coming, I always knew we were going to have to say goodbye one these days." she exhale.

"Maybe we don't... you can come with me." She looked taken back by his offer before letting out a nervous laugh.

"You know I can't–"

"Because of your brothers I know...." Daemon crossed path with one of her brothers this morning while he was sneaking out from her room, it was a hysteric morning for the brothers as they argued with daemon.

Her brothers were beyond furious when founding out that the man their sister was infatuated with was the young prince, daemon pleaded to them not to tell her yet wanting to do it himself. He had planned long ago to take her away with him, but he knew had to come clean about who he was and get your brothers blessing.

"That's why I talked them."

"My brothers. As in mine two brothers who you barely know and haven't meet since now, told you yes you can take our blind little sister far away to a place she never been before." Daemon made a noise causing to tilt her head to the slide slighly.

"Not in those words, but they did say if you wished to leave with me than they won't stop you it is your choice to make and your life." She cast her eyes to the side with a sincere look knowing that is something her brothers would say, daemon looked at her as she was in her head he could see that she was conflicted between choosing to leave the only place you know with the only people you who protected or staying and never truely living the life you always dreamed for yourself.

"You don't have to decide now," daemon's hand move over to hers linking them before pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.

"I feel like I do. I truely wish to go to pentos with daemon, it's just..." she trailed off feeling a bit unsure how to him.

"What?" He asked moving his hand to cup her face, she leaned into his touch trying to found the words to say.

"I...I believe I am not just infatuated with you, but..." she moved her hand to overs his on his cheek before pulling it away and kissing his fingers making daemon's heart flutter.

"But." He whispered.

"But in love you and I tried so hard to make it go away cause I knew you were going to leave, and...I just wanted you to know." She said sheepishly waiting for him to answer, she liked to think she knows him after only knowing each for a couple of months, she likes to hope that the time they spent togther had something more to it.

Her ears perked when he said her name pulling her out of her thoughts, "...I be lying if I said I didn't love you either, and I be a bigger liar if I didn't say I never felt this way about any woman in my entire life." The young girl smiled at his confession, she couldn't help but grab hold on his cheeks and pull him forward into your lips.

"That's all I needed to hear, i'll go with you to pentos..." she said, he hum happily pressing his lips against her cheek before he did the same thing with her lips.

"I want to marry you...and...see you carry my childern...." He said, pressing wet kisses against her lips and jaw.

"I will for you, my sweet knight," she moan softly when he bite and suck on her neck making crawl on his lap, "...I love you." He whispered against her lips.

"I love you too, daeron." She whispered causing daemon to pull back from her, he frown as he forgot the one of the promises he made to her brother. Tell her the truth. The woman he loves more than anything wore a confused looked as she wondered why he pulled a away.

"Daeron?" He snapped back to reality and grabbed her hand holding them.

"There's one more thing I have to tell you..." you furrowed her brows before nodding.

"Okay." Daemon looked down at her hands squeezing them gently.

"My name isn't daeron stone, i'm not a bastard from the vale nor am i a knight of the kingsguard..." he truely didn't want to tell her who he was feeling that this might end things before it even started.

"Do I need to scream for help?" She asked waiting for him to speak.

"No, please don't. I-I just don't want anything to change between us when you find my true name." She sigh putting her hand on his cheek caressing him tenderly.

"It easier to pretend to be someone else but it's not easy to fake who you are inside whoever you are I will still love you." She said gently giving him a small smile

"Even if I'm the dishonorable rogue prince." He said hesitatedly making her giggle.

"Yeah, even if your are...I'll still love you." She said kissing his head before his lips.

"That's a relief to hear. For so long I hated lying to you about who I was, and now that you know we can leave to pentos morrow at first light. I can't wait for you to meet caraxes." The young woman let out a confused laugh at the mention of the rogue prince dragon, she didn't understand what he was talking as he spoke of a dinner party at the red keep for the princess.

"By the gods, your serious." She said stopping daemon mid-sentence, she slide off his lap as she stands holding on to her bed post.

"Yes, I thought that was clear?" He asked a bit confused.

"I thought you were jesting." He furrowed his brows at her before getting off the bed.

"Issa dōna jorrāelagon..." he said in valyrian. (My sweet love)

The young woman shook her head, "No, you can't be daemon targaryen, your jesting because the man I know knows that I don't sleep with married men." She hissed, he looked at her with desperate look knowing her standards since being hurt in the past by a already taken man

"Technically, we did not consumate our marriage so–" she scoffed throwing her hands in the air.

"Oh, yes. Because that makes it so much better, fine that one problem solved. What about the other?" She asked.

"We can marry in pentos and live out our lives there..." he said moving to planting a gentle hand on her shoulder, she turned her head at the feel of his hand on her before moving her head away.

"Your brother won't allow such a thing–"

"What I do in my life is none of my brother concerns, I love you and I want to be with you...fuck everyone else." Her heart fluttered at his words, but it seemed she really did need the tike to think this over and think about her future with daemon.

"I'm happy to hear that, but I think I need to take another day to think," she said sadly, daemon looked at her hurt before he nodded.

"Of course, I'll come by morrow afternoon, sounds good?" He asked, she nodded before feeling his soft lips against her cheek.

"No matter what your decision is...I will come back to you and still love you." He whispered in her ear before walking out, the young girl exhale before falling bsck on her bed before putting her face in her in distress.

~

The young woman was on the windowsill with her head leaned against the cold glass window, she listened to the horses and the people down below as they past under her window. She sigh exasperating hearing another knock at the door, she leaned her head off and turn to the door.

"My dear brother, I swear it on our parents grave if you ask me how feel one more time, I will throw myself out of this window." She chided.

"Good thing. I'm not your brother." Her ears perked at daemon's voice, she stood up quickly as her hands helped her to reach for the bed post.

"Daemon..." she heard him take a step forward feeling his hand on her waist, "...or should i call you prince daemon," she asked jokingly making him chuckled.

"Daemon is fine." He said with a small smile, "...I bring news." She quirked her brow.

"My late lady wife has died." He said softly, the young woman looked shocked and draw back a bit.

"I'm sorry for your lost," he hummed in agreement.

"Thank you." They stood quiet for moment before daemon spoke up dying to her what choice she made, "...have you decided what you wanted to do." He asked, she sighed leaned her head against his chest inhaling his scent. He smelled of leather and fire.

"Yes, I have it to say it's very concerning how much the cons out weigh the pros." Daemon arms were wrapped around her shoulder as he hug her to his chest, he knew deep down that she might say no and he couldn't blame her and no matter how many times he tried to accept that and imagine a life without her it made the pain twice as agonizing to bear.

"And yet I still wish to choose you and go with you to pentos, and hopefully start our family there." She could could feel his heart beating fast in his chest and before she knew it he picked up with her legs clinging to his waist as he spin them around.

"I do not deserve you or your love, and I will forever be eternally grateful to you for choosing to love me." He said ecstatic, she smiled widely at his action and words causing her to kiss him passionately.

"I hope your not afriad of riding a dragon." He said finally putting her down, she had her arms lazily around his neck with a coy grin.

"I'm pretty sure I'm already use to it by now."

[worksby-d]

Welcome Home

Pairing: sugar daddy!Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Summary: Chris asks you to be at his place waiting for him when he gets home from a work trip and the wait is unbearable after not having seen him for a few weeks.

Warnings: RPF, AU, established sugar daddy/baby relationship (not really mentioned), getting caught masturbating, calling him “daddy,” oral (m + f receiving), pussy slapping, unprotected sex, 18+ please please please minors dni

Word count: ~1,600

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His texts from just a couple hours ago play over and over in your head as you sit in his oversized living room alone, waiting for him to get home. 

“Can you be at my place tonight? I'll be home around 7:30 and would love to see you.” 

“Maybe waiting for me in one of those pretty sets I bought you last month. 😉”

“Been too long since I've seen you, princess. Those videos have been fun, but I need the real thing.” 

The last one had heat rushing to your cheeks as you vividly remembered the videos you'd exchanged over the past few weeks. You had to snap your head up, scanning the room to make sure no one had seen your sudden change in demeanor – your breath caught in your throat, involuntarily shifting in your seat – upon the escalation of his messages.

Just the mere thought of the videos again and you're finding yourself scrolling back to find them. Some are just audio, him groaning your name in a dark room or his low voice giving you slow instructions that you didn’t dare disobey as you made the videos you sent back. 

Others leave nothing to your imagination. The ‘Look what the thought of you does to me, babygirl’s and ‘Come with daddy’s have an immediate effect on you. Somewhere in the back of your mind is the voice telling you to be patient, but you fail to listen, quickly shimmying out of your jeans before leaning back, sinking against his sofa. 

Watching him teasingly stroke his hard cock, your hand slips between your legs, fingers fumbling to push your panties to the side. 

A whimper escapes your lips when your fingertips brush over your folds, dipping into your wetness before returning to your throbbing clit. 

“Fuck,” you whisper, biting your lip and closing your eyes as you listen to his breaths become heavier. 

You feel like you're right on the edge until you hear someone clear their throat from across the room. Eyes snapping open, you scramble to turn your phone off, throwing it to the other end of the sofa. 

“Chris,” you gasp, sitting up and trying to compose yourself the best you can. “You're back–” 

“What were you doing?” 

As if he didn't see. You have to refrain from rolling your eyes, instead playing innocent. “Sorry, daddy.” The look in your eyes turns more apologetic the closer he gets to you. “I'm sorry. I just couldn't wait to see you.” 

“So you fucked youself instead of waiting for the real thing?” As stern as he's trying to be, he can't suppress the amused smirk on his face. 

“No, daddy,” you promise, shaking your head. “I didn't even come.” 

He can't help but laugh at that. If he didn't miss you so much, he'd be doling out a punishment already. 

“Look!” You lean forward, grabbing a bottle off the coffee table in front of you. “I got a beer ready for you.” 

He slowly takes it from you, but his stern look is back. “And that's supposed to make it all better?” 

Smiling up at him standing in front of you, you nod innocently. 

“On your knees.” 

Quickly forcing the smile off your face, you do as he says, and let him take your spot on the sofa while you kneel on the floor between his legs. 

“Did you have a good trip?” 

He brings the bottle to his lips to hide his smile as he watches your fingers work to undo his pants. He loves your nervous habit of trying to make small talk during moments like this. 

“Yeah,” he sighs, taking a swig of his drink. “It was good. Glad to be home for a while though.” 

“Me too,” you smirk, rubbing the palm of your hand over his dick before wrapping your hand around him. 

“God damn,” he sighs, dropping his head back before looking back down at you. “Especially when I get to come home to this.” 

“You deserve it, daddy.” Your words are a whisper before you’re taking the tip of his cock in your mouth. 

He leans over you to put his drink down, the movement forcing you to take more of him into your mouth. 

“That's it,” he cooes, feeling you softly gag on him. “Good girl. I know it's been a while.” 

You'd nod if you could, the tears pricking your eyes as you try to breathe through your nose reminding you of exactly that. 

With the help of his hand on the back of your head guiding you, you slowly fall into a rhythm of lifting your head and sinking your mouth back on him. 

The sounds filling the room can only be described as lewd as you drool and gag around his dick. 

It takes you a second to register what's happening when he gently eases you off of him, cursing under his breath about how good you feel. “Would love to have your mouth on me all night, shit. You're so good.” 

As you sit there, wiping your mouth off on the back of your hand, he's grabbing his beer for one more quick drink. 

“Get up here.” He holds his hand out to help you up to the sofa so he can switch places with you. “I wanna taste something else now.” 

Eagerly nodding, you help him by pushing your panties off. His arms hook around your thighs to pull you to the edge of the cushion.

“Been waiting–” He pauses his thought to press teasing kisses along your inner thighs, your breath hitching each time he gets close to your center. “–To get my mouth back on this pussy.”

“Chris,” you gasp, feeling his tongue parting your folds, licking a stripe up your slit. “Fuck, daddy.” 

Still sensitive from before, his tongue on your clit has you whining, fingers grasping and pulling at his hair. 

He groans at the sting, the vibrations of his voice spreading right through your body as his hands grip your hips tighter–to keep you from squirming–so he can devour you. 

“You're gonna make me come,” you choke out, tugging at his hair again to keep him in place. “Please, please–” 

As much as he wants to give in, taste everything you have to give on his tongue, he wills himself to pull away. You feel pathetic, not able to suppress the desperate whine you let out. 

“Not–” His hand comes down harshly against your cunt. “Yet.” And again, causing you to cry out, in pain, but mostly in pleasure. You swear one more slap would have sent you tumbling over the edge. 

“Daddy, please. Please.” It's like it's the only word you know at this point as you watch him push off the floor and sit next to you. 

He doesn't even have to ask before you’re clambering onto his lap. 

“Okay, okay,” he chuckles. “Let's get this off of you first.” His hands find the hem of the sweater you're wearing so he can help you out of it. “That's better.” 

“You too,” you pout, clumsy fingers searching for the hem of his t-shirt so you can tug it off of him. 

“Better?” 

“Yes,” you murmur, leaning forward to give him a soft kiss. 

It doesn't last long when he shifts just right for his cock to nudge against your entrance. “Ah,” you take in a sharp breath as you push down onto him. 

“Christ, sweetheart.” His head falls back as he revels in the feeling of your tight cunt swallowing his cock. A whimper from you has him looking back up at you though. “Slow, babygirl. There's no rush.” 

Taking as much of him as you can, your body shudders at the fullness he makes you feel. “Feels so good, daddy.” 

“I know,” he exhales, convinced he'll bust right now if you don't move soon. “You gonna ride daddy's cock? Show him how much you missed him?” 

“Mhm,” you hum, pressing your hands to his shoulders for leverage as you begin to lift off of him before sinking back down on him. 

“Shit,” he groans. “Good girl. Just like that.” 

It doesn't take long for your movements to get sloppier, falling into a steady rhythm on top of him. 

You're seeing stars each time your clit bumps against his pelvis, hurling you toward the edge once again. 

“I'm close,” you moan, grinding harder against him.

“Yeah?” His hand comes up to the back of your neck to pull your face down to his. He hasn't forgotten about your little stunt before. “Who makes this pussy feel good?” 

“You, daddy,” you cry out, legs beginning to quiver. 

“Good girl. You better remember it's only ever me.” 

“Always you! ’s your pussy, daddy.” 

“Now come for me,” he orders through clenched teeth, needing to feel you, his high following suit. 

“Oh God–” 

He catches your writhing body against his own as you come, taking over to work you through your high and chase his own. 

With a loud groan, his hips still to keep his cock deep inside you as his release fills you. “Good girl,” he growls with each residual twitch of his cock. “Did so good for me, pretty girl. Fuck.” 

Catching his breath, he loosens the hold he has on you, softly rubbing your back as you do the same. 

He lets out a quiet laugh. “You with me?”

“I think so,” you giggle, lifting your face from the crook of his neck to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Welcome home.” 

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[naavispider]

Happy birthday, my dude! Cheers! 🥳

Tw: mention of Postpartum Depression (PPD)

Ok, hear me out! This idea just dropped out of the sky and hit me in the head!

Imagine if there was a plant on Pandora that contains pollen with high concentrations of Dopamine, and the Na’vi people use it in small doses with cases of PPD to help the mother and also solidify the bond between mother and child…. Now imagine if Quaritch trips face-first into a whole batch of these plants 👀

No because I would love to see it. I ran away with this one - it's less of a treatment for PPD that Quaritch falls in and more just a general opioid 💀 I've done drunk!Spider a lot, so high!Quaritch was so interesting to explore! It changes the dynamic so much obviously!

As usual, the recoms stomped heavily through the forest, making too much noise, not respecting the living things around them, and Spider cussed Quaritch's loud inability to blend in. Just as Quaritch span around to reprimand the boy, he lost his footing against a branch suspended near his ankle, and tripped and fell, failing to grasp hold of anything to steady himself.

"Shit!" He cursed.

Spider guffawed, and even Z-Dog and Lyle seemed to be suppressing smirks.

"That was your fault you little punk," he scolded Spider, spitting out leaves and pushing himself back up against the wet, mossy undergrowth. "Eugh!" he exclaimed, picking bits of green off his tongue.

Spider's eyes narrowed, and a frown formed on his face with a slow dawn of realisation. He knew those leaves. Holy shit.

"Er..." Now it was Spider's turn to repress his laughter. Quaritch looked up, immediately alerted to the fact that something was up from Spider's tone. "That plant you landed in," he pointed at the purple flowers with green leaves, "Did you inhale the scent?"

"Inhale the-" Quaritch looked suddenly panicked. "What do you mean?" His eyes were widened and the grip he had on his AR tightened, as if this was a problem he could ward off with bullets.

The sight of him sent Spider over the edge. He threw his head back and cackled at Eywa's sense of humour. "<Give me strength!>" he gasped a plea to the Great Mother as sobs of laughter wracked his body. This was too good.

"What?" Yes, Quaritch was definitely panicked now. "Spider, I swear to God-" but his pleas fell on deaf ears. In fact, the recom's desperation only seemed to heighten Spider's hysterical laughing fit. He turned to Lyle instead, hoping the corporal might have a clue. Wainfleet only looked startled, shrugging his confusion at Quaritch.

Eventually, just as Quaritch decided to go and shake the boy, Spider finally found his voice.

"That plant... that's a Dapophet." He continued when none of the recoms spoke. "It's a..." He thought hard for the human word so that Quaritch would understand. "an opiate?'

He stared at the squad who all stared back at him, stunned, waiting for further explanation. He tried to control his breathing, not allowing himself to give in to the hilarity of the situation any longer. "It's super powerful, the Na'vi use it for healing and pain relief, but only in tiny doses. You just ate a whole leaf, right?"

Quaritch looked stricken. Prager immediately made his way over, instructing Quaritch to sit down while he assessed him.

"Damn!" Wainfleet exclaimed as Z-dog and Mansk exchanged sniggers. "We know things have been tough lately," he said sarcastically, turning to Quaritch. "But you didn't need to go to such extreme measures!"

"Yeah, zip it Corporal!" Quaritch snapped from his seat on a rock. The colonel turned to Prager. "I feel fine, I'm okay, right?"

Prager looked unamused. "Afraid not, Sir," he replied as removed his medical torch from Quaritch's eyes and put it back into his front pocket. "Your pupils are already blown wide... if what the kid says is true, and it looks like it is, you're gonna start to feel it any moment now."

"Fuck me," Quaritch groaned.

"We're gonna have to make camp here," Wainfleet announced, eyes lifting to the purple haze spreading through the sky that signalled dusk. The other recoms accepted this readily and began pulling off their packs, setting up hammocks and securing the area.

"Spider!" Quaritch groaned out. The man had laid down on the ground, eyes closed, looking like he was trying to ward off whatever feelings the dapophet was beginning to induce. Spider approached cautiously, unsure whether he was in for it or not. "Get over here!" Quaritch growled, still with his eyes closed.

Spider stepped up next to him. "Alright, alright, I'm here..."

"You're a little shit, you know that right?" Quaritch had opened his eyes now, but still made no move to sit up.

Something in Spider sank a little, but he threw his hands up in finger guns and plastered fake cockiness over his face. "That's me!"

"Wait," Quaritch frowned. Was Spider imagining it, or had the word slurred on Quaritch's tongue? "You're not a shit, sorry. You're just... pffft... I dunno."

Spider stared. He had expected to find this highly entertaining, yet looking at Quaritch in this vulnerable state only brought a strange twinge of discomfort to his stomach.

Prager came over with a water bottle, encouraging Quaritch to drink, but the Colonel batted him away. "Jesus... I'm drugged, not starved..."

Spider shared a glance with Prager. He wasn't even making sense now.

"Kid, do you have any idea how long this will last?" The medic asked Spider.

Spider looked at Quaritch again. The doses the Na'vi used were all diluted down hugely before being given to patients, but he knew little more that that. He'd never actually asked Norm about things like this. He shrugged. "Could be hours."

"Great," Prager sighed under his breath, before moving away to organise a watch schedule on the colonel overnight.

"Hey, Spider!" Quaritch had begun to sit up. He looked dizzy, so Spider hesitantly extended an arm to steady him. He caught himself wondering what the hell he was doing. This man was his enemy.

"What?" He asked angrily.

"Why d'you hate me?"

Spider stared, shocked.

Quaritch elaborated. "I mean, apart from the obvious of course..."

Spider sat back, facing the man on the outskirts of the camp. He had never expected to have a deep and meaningful conversation with Quaritch, let alone one where the recom was drugged up. He searched his brain for an answer. "You're... a bad person?" He said, stating the obvious with a bitter voice and narrowed eyes.

"No," Quaritch said intensely, gripping Spider's arm. "Quaritch was. I'm not..."

Spider closed his mouth, which he realised had been hanging open for this exchange. Something stirred in him... what was that? Pity? Sadness? Those emotions didn't make sense here. They had no business interfering. "Er, yeah you are. In case you forgot, you kidnapped me. And held the others hostage too."

Quaritch closed his eyes, grimacing against Spider's words. A firefly floated past them, utterly unaware of the moment it was eavesdropping on.

"S'just business," Quaritch countered. "S'my job."

"So that's okay then?"

"You talk too much, you know that?"

"You called me over here!" Spider retorted angrily. Eywa. He got up to make his way to the centre of camp. He didn't want to entertain this any longer.

"No, wait. Sorry." Spider hesitated, looking down at the man he hated. "I know I'm not perfect."

Spider rolled his eyes. "Understatement of the fucking century." As he said it, he realised that he'd never heard the man apologise before - not to him, not to anyone. Not once.

That was the dapophet talking.

"I never wanted a son. Never wanted a daughter neither." Quaritch eyed Spider and Spider glared back.

"Good to know, jackass."

"Which is why I'm so surprised to find you kind of bearable."

Spider had had enough of this. Anger bubbled in his stomach, spilling up his throat and into his mouth. Biting his tongue, he summoned all his strength and shoved as hard as he could into Quaritch's shoulder. "Dickhead. You asked why I hate you? That right there is why. Oh, you never wanted a kid? Boo hoo, wanker." He glowered down at Quaritch's surprised expression at the sudden act of violence. "I never wanted to be an orphan but guess what? Shit happens."

Quaritch was gaping at him. "I've screwed up."

"No shit."

"No, quit being a smart ass for one goddamn second."

Spider paused, fists balled and ready to strike the man again.

"I was trying to say that I never wanted a kid, but... somehow... you coming into the mix..." Quaritch was talking very slowly now, as if he was thinking hard about each word. "Hell. I think it's just about the best thing that's happened to me."

Spider huffed and shook his head. The man was high as a kite. "You're still a dickhead," he replied, resigned to the fact that this whole conversation was now meaningless. Quaritch had reached the point of being completely cooked. Sighing, he pulled his arm free of Quaritch's grasp, and stalked over to the other side of the camp, dumping himself down close to Z-dog and Wainfleet. He stared off into the trees, trying to seem like he was fine. Behind his eyes, tears welled.

It's the best thing that's happened to me. He had never been the best thing to happen to anyone. And he still wasn't. Quaritch wasn't himself. He didn't mean it. But say that he had, would that change anything? Could Spider allow himself to care? Quaritch was the enemy - the embodiment of all that was wrong with the RDA and their invasion of his home. No amount of fatherly emotion would be enough to overcome that - surely?

Spider looked to the sky to prevent a determined tear from sliding down his tired face. The best thing that's happened to me.

Why did the words he most wanted to hear have to come from the man he despised most in the world?

[dixie12]

imagining a scenario in the 2013 season, after jonny dealt with all the concussion issues the year before, and he gets into a stupid fight in a meaningless game. pat is so so pissed afterward, yelling at jonny in the locker room about taking stupid risks, and doesn't he know he's worth more than dropping the gloves with some third-liner on the blues?? and jonny is guilty and chagrined, so when pat tells him "that's it, you can't use your hands for anything other than hockey for the next day!" jonny nods and agrees.

except then he actually follows through. they're about to leave on a roadtrip, and pat realizes he didn't think this through very well. he meant it to be a punishment for jonny, but all he did was set himself up jonny's servant or something. he picks up jonny's gear bag and throws it over jonny's shoulder while jonny gives him a shrug and a smile, "can't use my hands, man." the rest of the guys are laughing now, and pat figures he has to see this through or he'll get chirped even more.

on the plane, jonny settles into his seat but doesn't make any effort to reach for his seatbelt, making pat blush as he reaches across jonny to dig it out and click it into place.

"that's too tight, pat," jonny complains, and pat sighs. "your ass is too fat, jonny," he mimics back, and he can see jonny visibly restrain himself from punching pat in the shoulder and chalks it up as a win.

"i'm hungry," jonny announces halfway through the flight, and pat, resting with his eyes closed and headphones on, mumbles back, "then get a snack, loser."

the silence is deafening, and pat lets out an enormous sigh, sitting up and digging through jonny's carry-on to find a protein bar. he opens it as quietly as he can, but he can feel half the team's eyes on him as he takes it out of the wrapper and holds it up to jonny's mouth.

"awww, so sweet!" sharpy coos, and pat knows he's going to be seeing pictures of this for the next 10 years. he's blushing, he knows, but jonny is, too, and he's not really joining in on teasing pat, which is weird.

pat gives jonny a pass for the bathroom, but other than that, the rest of the day goes about the same. pat holds out the sleeve of jonny's jacket so he can put it on, and that close, he can feel the flush on jonny's neck as he shrugs into his coat. pat reaches up to adjust the collar, where it had gotten wrinkled, and he sees jonny swallow hard and look away. he's not sure why jonny is embarrassed- pat's the one who's been waiting on him hand and foot because of a stupid chirp gone wrong.

dinner that night is a special kind of torture. pat's already on edge after having to slide jonny's pants on over his huge ass and then work a belt through the loops. he as no idea why jonny chose this pair of pants; it was a workout just to get them over jonny's thighs. then jonny insisted on wearing a button-down when he had a million polos that would have worked just as well. he hears jonny's sharp intake of breath every time pat's knuckles brush his chest, working their way up from his belt to his neck.

once they're at the restaurant, it's a whole meal of feeding jonny off his fork, watching jonny's tongue come out to lick delicately at the bites of steak pat's holding out for him. the guys are still laughing at them, but jonny is quiet in a pleased sort of way.

as soon as they're back in the hotel, and pat has stripped jonny's pants off as briskly as he can, pat is in the shower. he's unbelievably hard and confused about it. his hand is stroking over his cock, mind flashing over the way jonny just let him take care of him all day. jonny, who's usually the most irritatingly stubborn human pat's ever met actually ate his dinner from pat's fork tonight, and did it with a smile on his face. pat can't help but wonder what else jonny would let pat do to him.

when he makes his way out of the shower, he freezes. jonny is laid out on the bed, still in his button down that pat hadn't had the energy to take off him, too desperate to get into the shower and get himself off. his pants are folded over the back of a chair where pat left them, which has left jonny in just his criminally tight boxer briefs, and they're doing nothing to hide jonny's obvious hard-on, damp from where jonny's been leaking into them. jonny is flushed as far down his neck as pat can see, and even though he just got off, pat feels his dick twitch at the way jonny is stretched out and presenting himself for pat.

pat drops onto the bed next to him, trailing his hand over jonny's cock. even through the fabric, it's blood hot and steel hard, and jonny shudders under his touch.

"kinda glad you can't help with this part," pat admits, working his hand under the tight elastic waist and getting his hand around jonny properly. jonny moans, hips arching up.

"been so good to me all day, pat," he groans, and pat is breathing hard.

"you deserved it, baby," he says, and from the way jonny is tense under him, he doesn't think it's going to take much to get him over the edge.

he's right, and it's barely a minute later that jonny is shooting over pat's hand, messing up his boxers in the process.

"can i use my hands now, pat?" he asks quietly, once he has his breath back. "i really wanna touch you," and pat has to agree.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hiii, how are u? Hope you are doing well! I was wondering if you would like to write an imagine where Eddie is doing a dirty talk with the reader. Thank u <3

I'm not doing too well but I went wild with this in a fit of sadness so I hope you enjoy!

He's always been an amazing storyteller.

Eddie Munson has a way with words like no one else, always causing havoc and triggering an uprising in Hellfire Club and in our small conservative town. His stories are typically that of monsters and wizards, of the mythical world, the improvised words making him well known as our best local dungeon master.

I could listen to him go on for hours from the corner of the room- my throne as Eddie so charmingly calls it- when I would stay late to listen to his stories, watching the boys sit on the edge of their seats as they wait for the next biggest plot hole or twist. He's so passionate about keeping his audience eager and on the edge of their seats and it's what I love most about him.

I would be lying if I said that I'm not curious as to how his way with words translates into the bedroom which is a completely inappropriate thought for me, his best friend of almost nine years, to have. But I would hear the stories from Robin about the stories she's heard about him, that his theatrical personality does not drop when he's in bed with someone.

"Do I have something on my face or am I just that handsome?" Eddie teases, snapping me out of my thirsty thoughts and I stutter, shaking my head with a coy laugh.

"Sorry, I zoned out." Reaching up, I rub a hand over my face, slapping myself internally at the realization that he was just watching me watch him, zoned out, thinking about his own dirty mind. But it's so much more than just his words that I'm curious about- his fingers. The way that they curl around the guitar neck and pluck at the strings- fuck- it almost makes me jealous that I'm not on his lap being touched so delicately; like his most prized possession.

"You seem out of it today." He pouts, tilting his head at me and he sits up, laying his guitar down beside him before inching towards me. His knees bump with mine as I continue tossing the tennis ball in my hands towards the ceiling.

"I'm fine, just have a lot on my mind apparently."

"Anything you need to get off your chest? Like a bra maybe?" Rolling my eyes, I reach over to pinch him, hating when he messes with me when I'm deep in thought.

"I guess I'm just curious." I huff, tossing the ball his way and he's quick to catch it before flipping over onto his stomach beside me. He looks up at me with a pointed look, brows pulled together and he waits patiently for me to go on.

I could never ask him what I actually want to ask him, could I?

"But, as the saying goes, 'curiosity killed the cat' so I'm not sure if I should ask." I chuckle, curling up on my side as I look down at him with a shy smile, his eyes widening eagerly.

"Oh, now I'm definitely interested." He chuckles, placing his fists under his chin and he playfully kicks his legs back and forth. "Come on, tell me." He pokes and I sigh, playing with the strings on his hoodie in front of me. He's my best friend, I'm supposed to be able to ask him anything, to confide in him no matter what, right?

"Do you, like, talk to girls during sex?" His brows skyrocket in a teasing glance at my question, his lips fanning out into a shocked, toothy grin and I huff. "Forget it, you're just gonna taunt me-"

"No, no, no!" He's quick on his feet, preventing me from standing up from the bed, pushing me back onto the bed before I can run away. My back hits his mattress with a 'oof', watching him crawl back down onto the bed to sit between my parted knees. "Do I talk to girls during- I mean, sure. I talk pretty much 24/7." He laughs with a simple shrug, pulling a giggle from me.

"I mean- god, I feel so embarrassed asking this- you're obviously a good story teller but I guess I'm just wondering, uh-"

"Are you asking if I'm good at dirty talkin' the ladies?" He cuts me off with a teasing gasp, his hands settling on my thighs and he rests his chin on my knee. "Y/n Y/L/N, are you thinking of me in an impure way?" My hands immediately reach up to cover my face and he laughs loudly, clapping his hands in triumph.

"Shut up." I mumble against my hands, shaking my head with an anxious laugh.

"Okay, we're doing this. We're finally having the mutual sex talk, huh?" He pulls my hands away from my face, revealing my flustered expression and he just laughs, tugging me up to sit in front of him. "C'mon it's me. Your best friend."

"I just have questions, I guess. We don't talk about this stuff." I chuckle bashfully, reaching forward to smack his chest.

"Okay, then let me answer your question." He waves my nerves off, clicking his tongue and he ponders for a moment, eyes trailing over the bare expanse of my thighs. "My talents with words definitely do come in handy with women." He explains vaguely but I'm itching to know more for my own selfish reasons, biting at the inside of my cheek.

"I wouldn't know. All of the guys I've been with are quick to just call me a 'whore' and think it's attractive and finish within three seconds." My eyes roll, my back hitting his headboard as I relax as much as I can into the conversation, hoping to pull any information from him that I can.

"Seriously? Well that's fucking lame." He pouts, his cheek resting on my knee. "I mean, that's a real downer. Here I was thinking you were regularly getting dicked down by men who knew what they were doing." He teases, sending a wink my way and I look away from him with an uncomfortable giggle. I guess I can take it another step, huh?

"I guess I've never seen the importance behind dirty talk. That's why I was curious to know if it works for you. If other girls benefit from it." Sucking my lip between my teeth, he pauses, a hint of mischief passing through his gaze.

"I could, uh, I dunno, give you a sample?" His words come off more as a question than an offer, his brows pulling together as my heart leaps eagerly in my chest.

"Why don't you just, like, walk me through. Like if I was a girl that you were hooking up with, what would you say?" He nods, playing with the edge of my shorts, distracting himself from the tension that's now taken hold of the room.

"Well, I guess it depends. Different strokes for different folks, literally." He chuckles, his voice deepening and his eyes darkening as he glances down at me. "I typically ask if they like what I'm doing, whether if it's just kissing them or touching their thighs. I think a lot of guys fuck up and skip foreplay but it's fun for me." My thighs clench at his words, my tummy fluttering with butterflies as my mind wanders. It's the fact that he likes pleasuring women that gets me- warming them up before hand, wanting nothing more than them to feel good. "Then as it gets more heated I'll start asking them questions-"

"Like what?" I interrupt, the words coming out faster than I control, my hand reaching up to cover my lips and he scoffs a laugh.

"You want me to dirty talk you- fine, come here." He tugs me into his lap, my thighs resting on either sides of his and my hands hover over his shoulders, taken completely off guard. "You like when I manhandle you?" He asks, his nose brushing against mine and I gasp against his lips, reminding myself that he's proving a point, that he doesn't actually mean it- this is him proving himself, I asked for this. "Use your words." His hands soothe up and down my thighs, thumbs dipping under the material of my shorts.

"Y-yes." I mutter, my mouth suddenly dry as my chest presses against his, the line that was previously there between best friends and lovers somehow blurring even more.

"You wanted this, hmm? For me to take control- to take you? To talk to you, touch you, like no one else has?" I nod, my eyes fluttering shut out of shame. "Could've just asked me. But you like when I do the talking, obviously." He teases with his normal laugh, calming my nerves a bit as my hands finally rest on his shoulders. "I wonder how wet I can get you just by talking to you like this. Maybe I could even make you cum while you circle those cute hips against me." My hips do as he says almost immediately, dragging against his as a shallow whimper escapes my lips. "Wow, you're responsive." He laughs mockingly, degrading almost, and his hands travel, gripping my hips to help drag me against him. "Didn't know you felt this way about me sweetheart. What else do you think about?" He takes my shuddered silence as defiance, pressing a simple kiss to my cheek. "Do you think about my fingers, my rings? I see you looking at them all the time." I groan embarrassingly loud, frustrated tears pricking my eyes at his words that are filled with lust.

"Eddie." I whine, fingers threading through his hair and I give the curls a tug.

"What? You want me to stop?" He laughs menacingly, only helping my hips rock against his and I love the feeling of him hard as can be beneath me. "No, of course you don't. So needy, pining for your best friend." His lips skim against the shell of my ear, my body trembling and shivering against his. "Tell me what you want." It takes a few moments to think of the right words, my brain a puddle of mush from all of his teasing.

"Wanna see what else your mouth can do besides talk."

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[milkybonya]

like a movie ☆ 서동헌

order 065, anon: large classic milk tea with regular tapioca pearls for big naughty

#: bestie!Donghyun x gn reader, friends to lovers!, ft. Donghyun's mom

[💌: Donghyuns mom is THE main character. also idk if fight for my way is on netflix but its one of the best friends to lovers dramas out there mhm ALSO BIGNA COMEBACK I LOVE THE SONG SO MUCH.]

Donghyun's mom opened up the front door, smiling brightly when she recognized you.

"y/n!! you're here to see Donghyun? how are you, how is everything?" she asked, opening up the door more so you could step in.

"hello, yes i am! things are good.. even better now i'm here and can see you, too," you said, taking off your shoes.

she squeaked and ruffled your hair, in love with your honey-like words.

"you know where he is. wait, wait! take some fruits with you," she said, rushing to the kitchen.

you smiled as you walked through the familiar house. it had been years now, almost since birth since you'd been hanging around at Donghyun's all the time.

"here. i put more of your favourite fruit, too. plus some nutella... i know Donghyun loves that," Donghyun's mom said with a smile.

she patted your back as you made your way to your best friend's studio, your pace increasing along with your heartrate. you were so excited to see him, even if you'd just seen him a few days ago.

you knocked before entering, knowing he'd complain about your lack of knocking even though you had knocked. his headphones stopped him from hearing anything around him.

you ruffled his hair and tore off his headphones after placing the fruits at his desk. Donghyun whined loudly in response, getting ready to yell at his mom but grinning when he noticed it was you.

"why don't you ever knock?!" he whined, just as you expected.

"because you wear headphones and didn't hear that i did knock," you replied, sticking your tongue out at him.

"are these fruits... for me?!"

"and me."

you quickly stole your favourite fruit off the plate before Donghyun could touch them. yet, he wouldn't go near them, anyway. he would never take something you love away from you.

"what have you been up to, superstar?" you asked.

"oh.. i'm trying to get inspiration for a song so i was actually trying to find a movie to watch. but now you're here, we can watch it together! and that's even better," Donghyun said, happily swaying in his seat.

"mhm," you agreed, patting his head before pulling up a chair to sit beside him.

"what movie what movieee," he sang, scrolling through netflix on his desktop.

"pick a random one! let's watch a sappy kdrama," you suggested.

"ooohhh.. do you want my next song to be a love song?" he asked.

"maybe," you said, feeling flustered as you imagined... oh just what if.. he'd write a love song.. about you?!

"you have such a love-thirsty mind, y/n," Donghyun teased, giggling as he scrolled through the kdramas.

"says you! you couldn't even perform properly in front of your crush on your school trip."

"h-hey?! how does that even relate?!" Donghyun complained, the tips of his ears turning red.

"you have a whole album named nangman, Donghyun.. you're the hopeless romantic!"

he glared at you, though the edges of this mouth were slighly turned upwards. then, he closed his eyes and randomly clicked on a drama. fight for my way started playing, and you happily munched on your fruit.

Donghyun asked if you wanted to move onto a comfy couch opposite his desktop, and you agreed. the two of you were sat on opposite ends, Donghyun throwing half of a blanket over you and the other half on himself. he made sure it was completely covering you, even if it meant half of his own body was uncovered.

you found yourself relating to the protagonists a lot, and the way their friendship turned romantic was so cute.

"i want a love like that," you told Donghyun as the drama continued playing.

"like what?" he asked, pretending to be oblivious.

"like... those soft childhood friends that suddenly turn romantic and then their relationship is still full of teasing and playful bickering but also cute cuddles and... stuff..." you quietly trailed off as you felt Donghyun's eyes on you. he was smirking while chewing on some fruit.

his heart was racing and his face was red. it sounded like you were talking about him. it sounded like you were talking about your friendship with him and God, Donghyun wished you were. he wished you wanted to cuddle with him, playfully bicker with him, and romantically joke around with h i m.

he worked up his courage, ignoring his racing heart, to ask you, "y/n.. are you by any chance imagining that with someone you know?"

your heart raced. did he know you meant him? did he know how badly you wanted to feel his head gently laying in your lap as you stroked his hair?

"y-yes," you responded, your honesty even catching you off-guard.

Donghyun sat up, almost sure that you meant him. what other friend of yours were you this close with since childhood? what other friend did you joke around with like this?

"do i know this person?" he asked.

you nodded.

"is it... me?" he asked.

you didn't know what to say. you didn't know what to do. fuck it, you thought. it was better to crash and burn after having told the truth than to play it safe while lying.

"yeah, Donghyun. i want to have a movie-like romance with you, and what about it?" you tried to sound confident, but it would've sounded to anyone else like you were joking.

only Donghyun could tell how serious you were. only he could notice how your entire frame was shaking ever so slightly as you waited for him to respond.

"y/n... i'm in love with you," Donghyun said, sitting cross-legged while facing you.

his face looked desperate, sincere, as if he was uttering the most important words on this planet.

your heart was beating at light-speed and before you knew it, you were pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. you felt the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. you felt his warm lips on yours, and you felt him smile against you.

"turn the drama off. i don't need any more inspiration, now," he said, holding one of your precious hands in his while grinning like a fool.

"no, keep watching so you'll know exactly how to love me," you joked.

"didn't you say i'm a hopeless romantic? won't i know how to love you the best?" he asked, fidgeting with your fingers. the smile never left his lips.

"maybe... can you just cuddle me while we watch the rest of this?" you asked, already laying your head on his chest.

you could feel his breath hitch in his throat before he relaxed, still holding one of your hands and making sure, again, that the blanket was covering you. he stroked your hair and softly kissed the top of your head.

"i'll love you even better than in the movies, y/n. and then, we'll take over the world!" Donghyun chanted.

"wow. that's an ending i didn't even ask for," you joked.

"well it's what you'll get," he asked, holding you close as he started playing the drama, again.

[1l-ynn]

Open( say it like that)

previous, next

Earth42! Miles x Fem!reader

Blk coded

(This is literally like.. my first time writing smth like this but I was inspired by the song Open by sza and happened to have been thinking abt Earth 42!Miles so i hope this is to your liking.. IF YOU GUYS HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS OR ANYTHING IM BEGGING PLS PLS. HELP!! it will be appreciated👆)

Open your heart up

Swinging from building to building, you were exhausted. The whole afternoon was filled with fighting villains and taking care of robberies. So much for the weekend. You thought, being spiderman came with its sacrifices. Even if it's as small as giving up your weekends.

You groan as you remember your small scrabble with the Prowler at the start of your evening. It wasn't anything catastrophic, just a small fight while you were making your way to the corner store. You thought swinging there wouldn't be any harm and that it would be a great way to start your evening. But many punches later you grew to regret your decision of even making an appearance outside.

As you approach your apartment complex, you decide that a few seconds of peace wouldn't hurt. Landing on the rough, flat roof you take a seat at the edge. Your feet dangling in the air as a breeze pushes by. The sound of the city crowding your senses, you could smell the food from the food trucks just below you, creating a serenity in your mind.

But your peace was soon interrupted. The presence of someone approaching you intruded your serenity that was once in your imagination. This feeling wasn't a good one, you felt intimidated. Like you did earlier at the beginning of the evening. You turned around with quickness and shot out a web at the intruder. Worry filling your mind as you realize that you were face to face with the one and only Prowler. Who put his hands up in surrenderance.

“Relax Loca, I'm just as tired as you are.” he says, almost condescendingly. It made you sick to think that he had seen superiority over you. You stood up and gripped your web, pulling him towards you with great force.

“What do you want?” Roughness evident in your tone, you are weren't in the mood to be fucked with. As you pulled on the web, his body came closer. In an attempt to intimidate him you stood straighter and walked with purpose with the short distance created between you and the vigilante. This didn't work as well as you thought it did, hearing a muffled chuckle come from the mask he adorned.

“I can't sit wit’ you?” He was obviously finding amusement in your timid presence. It made you angrier. He tilted his head in fake confusion, waiting for your response. You pulled him closer, so close that your bodies pressed together.

“Look whatever you're trying to do” you paused looking up at the masked fellow ”it ain' working.”

“Who said I was tryna to do anything?” He leaned down closer to your face, he was enjoying this too much. But you’d be lying if you said you weren't finding this entertaining as well. “Plus you're in my spot” He was obviously referring to where you sat on the roof, the same roof over your head that lets you sleep at night.

“Yet I've never seen you here.” you say crossing your arms.

“Same goes for you princesa,” he pauses and looks away from your figure, glancing at the city under the night sky “ I come up here to clear my head..”

Damn. You knew exactly what he meant, i mean thats what you came up here for after all. Its good to feel a certain connection with the place around you. You feel somewhat grounded that way. So you decided to let him get his way.

You back away from him, detaching your web from his chest and walking back to your spot on the roof. He grows confused, why weren't you attacking him? He was expecting a lot more, and not to be let go so easily.

“You better not try nothin' I swear.” You say, your guard was up but you were willing to give him a bit of your trust. He was tired, you were tired. It only made sense, or at least that's what you told yourself. He slowly made his way next to you, sitting close. Gloved hands placed next to yours and at that moment you knew you guys were at peace. Even if it's just for this one moment, it felt nice.

((AHHH this is actually so ass.... PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU GUYS WHOEVER SEES THIS. HELP.ME.

I do hope that this was enjoyable to read as it was somewhat enjoyable for me to write.. even tho it feels lowkey rushed nd shi))

[animedancer14]

TW: Mention of Death

Rainy Days

"The rain was always your favorite. You always loved listening to it patter against the rooftops. Remember when we would sit out on the porch and just listen to the rain. You loved the smell of the rain, too. You opened all the windows in the house, and it would always smell like fresh air and clean laundry," Sugawara said, stroking your cheek.

He smiled as he looked down at you. You were always beautiful but right now you looked like an angel. Especially in the white dress you were wearing.. Never in his life had he met someone so perfect, there can't be someone so perfect. Until you came into his life.

"I remember that first day I met you. It was our third year and you transferred to Karasuno and when you walked into my class you knocked me off my feet. The more I got to know you the more I fell. I was so nervous every time we studied together because my heart was pounding. I thought you could hear it."

He lifted your left hand so he could brush his thumb over your fingers and the engagement ring that adorned your finger.

"When I asked you to marry me it was at nationals when we won. You were waiting to congratulate us on the win and I couldn't stop myself from dropping down on one knee and asking. Everyone was surprised because we only dated for a short while but like I said. You were my one and only."

He felt hot tears spring to his eyes as he desperately tried to blink them away.

"Suga. It's time," Daichi reported, clapping a hand on his back.

"Looks like it's time for you to shine Angel," Sugawara said, his voice breaking.

Sugawara left the room you were in to take his seat in the front row in between Daichi and Asahi. Asahi gave him a comforting squeeze on his shoulder. He felt others hands on his shoulders in support. When the doors opened everyone stood up and turned to look at his beautiful girl.

He felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest as he saw you come down the aisle. He didn't pay much attention to what the priest was saying, he couldn't focus on anything except for his beloved.

It wasn't often Suga felt overwhelmed but he needed to take a break. He exited out of the room and outside to feel the cold air from the rain hit his skin. He walked to the edge of the railing and reached out his hand to let the droplets of rain fall into his hand.

"When I imagined you coming down the aisle, I didn't imagine you in a casket," Sugawara cried softly. He feels like this is one giant nightmare and that at any moment he will wake up to find you curled up into his side.

He remembers when he lost you. You and him were coming back from a date. you both had been busy at your jobs and wanted a nice evening together. Walking back to the apartment, you wanted to take an evening stroll through the park. Suga wasn't going to deny your request. You were enjoying each other's company when you both overheard an argument, and then shots rang out. Suga tried to shield you but ended up getting shot anyway. He tried his hardest to save you, but...

"Come on, Angel. Don't do this to me. Fight to stay alive, baby, please," Sugawara pleaded as he used his coat to try and stop the bleeding.

"Koushi. I'm not going to make it. Even if you can get me to a hospital it's slim chance to none I won't be able to pull through," you said softly.

"No, don't talk like that. That's negative talk. You just need to hold out a little longer."

You smiled up at him, reaching out to touch his cheek, "I know it is but it's the truth. And the truth always hurts. I don't feel pain anymore and I feel cold. Both are bad signs."

He held your hand that cradled his cheek and stroked your head with the other. He knew you weren't going to survive this. You were bleeding out too fast.

"I love you, my Angel," he said as he kissed your palm.

"I love you too, Koushi. Forever and always." He felt you go limp and he wailed out in agony as he just lost the love of his life.

He cried for days on end. He couldn't sleep and on nights he did get some shut eye he slept on the couch. Why would he sleep in a bed if you weren't there with him? He didn't eat very much and took very little care of himself.

When the team heard the news they were quick to move. Daichi and Asahi moved into his home to take care of him while everyone else took care of the funeral plans, only bothering Suga for his input on colors and style choices.

Everyone asked for time off from their jobs to be in support of their former teammate. Suga always supported everyone else and now it was time for them to return the favor.

Sugawara looked up towards the sky and saw the clouds part to let sunshine through. He saw a rainbow cast across the sky. He chuckled to himself and shook his head. He turned to walk back inside to join his friends.

A few hours later and everyone had left. Now just stood Suga with you in an empty room. He walked towards your casket and silently prayed before standing to look at you again.

"You were right about the rain. I never knew why you liked it so much. You always talked about going overseas to a state where it rained ninety percent of the time. Now I think I understand. 'You can't have a rainbow without a little rain.' Even though you're gone you still manage to make me feel better. I miss you everyday. I wish I could hold you one last time. I will always love you, Angel. Forever and always."

Suga leaned down and pressed his lips against your forehead. He put his forehead to yours and let out a breath. He knew things wouldn't go back to normal, and it was going to be rough without you, but this too shall pass, and he knows that if he keeps you in his heart, he can make it through.

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Nosy crows and mysterious drawing-Kaz Brekker

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader, Crows x reader (platonic)

Character: Kaz Brekker

Warning: Swearing, kaz's touch aversion

Summary: After a long day of the crows shipping you and Kaz, you run to kaz's office and after a few revelations and drawings as well as a couple goat jokes feelings are spilled.

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You knock lightly on kaz's office door, a little nervous and waited for any kind of reaction.A stern emotionless, "Come in," came from the other side of the door. You slightliy walk into the small office and see Kaz leaned over his desk, hunched over, working on paperwork, not even looking up at you entering the room. "What do you want?" He says knowingly.

"Hello to you too Kaz" I say sarcastically at his 'loving and warm' welcome.

Kaz's head pops up quickly and he meets your eyes with his own, a dark stern stare. He's not exactly sure what to make of you coming into his office or what you wanted if it was good or bad "Oh! Hello." He says, sarcasm in his voice. "What can I do for you?" He asks. His manner of speech is professional and cordial, yet there's an edge of suspicion to it.

"Nothing really I was just going to come and keep you company while you work quietly"You say trying to persuade him to not kick you out but he jus raises an eyebrow at you telling you to 'go on'

"And the other crows drove me crazy downstairs so I thought I'd come were no one else dares to thread"

He raises an eyebrow. "Other Crows? What other Crows?" he wonders to himself, making a mental note to find out about that later. "Is that so?" He says, not hiding his skepticism quite as much. "Well." He adds, motioning for you to have a seat. "Have a seat, then."

You give him a small thankful smile and sit down with my book knowing kaz wasn't one to talk much. "Also I've got to warn you Jesper was talking about buying another goat although you said no to him about a million times already"

"A goat. What does that idiot need with a goat?" Kaz asks with annoyance. He runs a hand through his hair, and sighs heavily, running a hand over his face. He's clearly frustrated, and you can see it on his face. "Does he enjoy making my life difficult?"

"I think he enjoys bringing your blood pressure up, he said something along the lines of wanting to replace some Milo I don't really know what he meant, I'm just telling you, now remember you didn't hear this from me" you say giving him information you'd heard earlier.

Kaz sighs and makes a note in his paperwork. "Talk to Jesper. About the goat and Milo." He says. "Thank you," He adds, and smiles slightly. "I'll make sure you aren't outed as the source of this... goatgate.... drama." He says to you seriously but with a hint of humor deep in his voice.

You lightly giggle adding on "Could you imagine a goat in the club or the slat?" You say with a slight luagh.

Kaz actually physically shudders. The idea of a goat in the nightclub is bad enough, but the thought of having one down in the Slat...! "Saints no! That would be.. terrible." Kaz says, the thought of the goat in the sewer causing him such distress. " Are the other Crows as annoying as Jesper, or is it just him?"

"Well I wouldn't say he's annoying kaz, he's a sweet guy and he means well, it's just that I wouldn't wann live with a goat anytime soon. The other crows were having semmi normal conversation before they started on the topic of me and I though I'd get out of there before it went further" you say getting a bit annoyed at the memory.

"Fair. Although he is quite literally trying to buy a goat. That is annoying," Kaz says bluntly with a shrug. "What else did you hear?" He asks with a note of curiosity. "I'm guessing they were talking about you. The Crows can be gossipy bunch. At least I know they're not talking about me for once no one can do as much as yawn without them knowing." He smiles lightly the end of his mouth raising at his own joke.

"Oh but they were, as per usual they were making up their silly little rumours and 'shipping' people and wondering about our past. I got annoyed at their speculation and jesper's crying because he wanted a goat while on wyland's lap wasn't helping my anger" you say with a bit of an annoyed tone "Don't get me wrong I love them as friends just they can get a bit too nosy sometimes "

"Oh, I see ," Kaz says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Of course they were talking about those absurd rumors. It was to be expected. He's heard bits and pieces over the years, so this is neither surprising nor a big deal. He shakes his head, a slight, amused smile tugging at his lips. "That's just ridiculous," He says. At the mention of Jesper, he smirks slightly. "That's a funny mental picture."

"I'm not gonna lie it was actually kinda funny watching him sob cursing you for not letting him get a goat* you joked and giggle lightly "they're absolutely ridiculous if you ask me, we're mearly work partners kaz I don't know why they insist that there's something more"

"Of course, partners." Kaz says with a small smile and a glint in his eyes. "I can't blame them though. People do love their gossip, speculation and rumors." Kaz's smirks, a small laugh on his lips. "It's just one of those things. As long as you know it isn't true, isn't that all that matters?"

*Yes I suppose so, it just gets annoying sometimes ok, and you know my past isn't the brightest and I hate it when they keep trying to pry wanting to know how we met, and everything else" you say rolling your eyes and crossing your arms looking at kaz.

"Your past is nobody's business but your own unless you're willing to tell them about it. No matter how many questions those rumors stir up, don't give in to their childish and gossipy whims." Kaz says plainly. "Not everyone deserves to know just because they're curious. If you wanted to tell them the whole story you would have, they shouldn't try to squeeze it out." His voice sounds serious, but there's still a softness behind the words which is unlike him.

"well I don't, it just gets annoying and repetitive* you say with a sigh.

"If people are getting on your nerves, give me a ring and I'll sort them out," Kaz says with a shrug. As their leader, he tries his best to protect his Dregs from as much outside interference as he can. He knows what you've all been through, and he understands. He understands that not everyone in the Barrel is kind, and that's one of the reasons why he does what he does. Not everyone gets a happy life. He wants to make sure that the Crows that he loves and cares for do have a happy life. He'll do anything to protect them although he'll never admit it or show it in anyway.

"I can take care of my self kaz, don't worry I always have" you say grateful but strong non the less. "So no goat? Then huh"you jokingly say trying to change the subject.

"Alright, alright," Kaz smirks softly. "No goat." He laughs lightly again then takes a few seconds to collect himself. He leans over the desk towards you. "But if you do need anything, I mean anything... do talk to me.. "He says, and there's a genuine softness and sincerity to his words. "That's what I'm here for. Not just to run the Dregs, but to make sure my Crows are okay."

"I know kaz, thank you very much" you say a bit shocked, Kaz has never talked to anyone in this way, at least that you know, you shake any thoughts out of your head.Suddenly you hear a noise outside kaz's door "I swear to all the saints if they're listing in on our conversation just to keep adding to their rumours I'm gonna kill them"

"It does sound a little suspicious. Who knows? You know how it is in the Barrel," Kaz says. "Just stay here, I'll go check it out." He says as he pushes himself up off his desk and walks over to his office door. When he throws the door open he's met with a wall of Crows... not quite as many as he was expecting, but still a good amount. His eyes dart between them all before he raises his voice a little. "Which one of you was trying to snoop on me?" All the crows slowly pick them selves off the floor after kaz opened the door sending them to the ground

"oh we weren't listing to anything just walking by" is all jesper says ovjusly lying.

"Bullshit," *Kaz says plainly, looking at each and every one of them. He's always had quite the sense for when someone is trying to lie to him. "You were all listening, weren't you?" He says. There's something different about Kaz's voice when he's mad, something dark and aggressive that the crows are used to by now. This feels different than just his normal anger they think though.

Nina starts talking this time "Oh come on kaz you can't blame us we were just curious what you two have going on between you cause we're sick of all the sexual tension during missions. Why don't you two just admit you love each other?" You go up behind kaz giving her a mad look as you blush slightly.

"I can blame you, and I do." Kaz's voice is like ice, sharp and cold. When he speaks, there's no humor or wit or warmth behind his words. He turns to look at Nina and gives her the coldest look she's ever seen from him. He's normally calm and collected, even when he's mad. But this.... it's something else entirely. His eyes are narrowed, dark and cold in comparison to his usual dark brown. He doesn't say anything, though. He lets the look speak for him.

Jesper speaks up again "Oh come on kaz you two have known each other for longer then I know you're just too stubborn to admit there's something going on"

The anger is still clear in Kaz's voice when he speaks again. His words are quiet, but there's no missing that tone that just speaks of anger. He doesn't look at Jesper or Nina when he speaks, he keeps those narrow eyes fixed on Nina and her dumb comment. "I said shut up," He growls. "Is that understood?"

They seem to fear kaz and stayed quite until then jesper spoke up again "kaz you know what would really shut me up if you'd be so kind as to let me get a small fluffy little baby goat to fill the void in my heart..."

Kaz walks up to Jespers face and leans in so they're essentially nose to nose. "I will personally break your fingers," he says quietly, his tone absolutely threatening, to the point where even Nina seems to be intimidated. "There is no goat. You understand? No. Goat." His finger points down between them, shaking the slightest bit. Kaz has never been this mad before, especially at someone who was so important to the Dregs and more importantly him. He's furious. His teeth are gritted. His voice is full of anger and cold violence.

Jesper swolows hard and backs away slightly "But kaz I promise to take care of it" he practically begs.

"I don't care what you think you can do," Kaz hisses, still not looking away from Jesper and his finger still pointing between them. Even the Dregs that are watching are now visibly shaken and scared. "No. Goat." His voice is cold, a little shake in his words. A few moments pass with just the two of them staring at each other, before Kaz finally takes a step back and drops his finger. He seems to be calming down, his anger not as intense as it was before. His eyes are still cold though. He doesn't like having people push him.

Nina gathers the courage to speak again "We're just trying to make you happy and less grouchy by encouraging you to find love even if you won't admit it yourself"

"And what would I know about love, exactly?" Kaz asks, that edge of sarcasm and coldness back to his tone as he looks at Nina and her stupid, stupid words. He tries very hard to keep his rage in check. He's still mad. His fists are so tightly clenched, you can see the white of his knuckles poking through his skin. He's trying not to yell, but his voice raises slightly as it comes to the tip of his tongue. "If I don't need anything from anyone then why in the name of all the Saints should I find love?!" Another stupid comment! Kaz's eyes widen and he takes a step back, completely disgusted and appalled by Nina's words. He gives her a horrible look and speaks through gritted teeth, his anger boiling deep inside and threatening to be unleashed. These Crows are all terrible people. But deep down he knows he'll end up just the way he always was. Alone.

You've had enough of this and get an angry look on your face and get in front of kaz. "ok that's enough all of you just go away and stop fucking listening in on people's conversations and assuming things you don't know* You yell at them then stand back shutting the door of kaz's office closing it shut with a bang.

The Crows go completely silent. No one says a word. Nina backs away fearfully and tries to get away, and the rest look like they want to follow suit. They don't want to cause any more trouble with Brekker. They stand there for a moment, unsure what to say, before Jespers voice speaks up. "Are we really not getting a goat then?" The sound of his voice makes the rest of them laugh and they start to leave the room. Nina is the last to leave, not making eye contact and walking away with her head down.

"I told you they're so infuriating, sometimes they just don't know when to stop" you groaned sitting down and bringing your angered red face into the palms of your hand.

"Yeah, they are, aren't they?" Kaz says with a sigh. "No matter how many times I tell them." He shakes his head at the thought of it and sighs. "Did they bother you?" He asks, the normal amount kindness and caring back to his voice. He sounds concerned. "I'm sorry if they upset you. You were right, you know. They shouldn't be trying to get involved."

"Well it's not your fault kaz you can't control them as much as you would love to" You say looking at him my face still red. "Also I hate to break it to you but I think jesper still hasn't given up on that stupid goat idea"

"Well, that's his problem," Kaz says flippantly, though a small smile plays on his lips at the thought. "No Goat." His tone is final, as is his decision. "I'll talk to him myself about that goat. But you should know," his voice lowers slightly and he leans over the desk a little towards you "If people keep bothering you, I won't just sit there and watch it happen. " He raises an eyebrow at you, his eyes narrow as he tries to gauge your reply to that. "Are we clear?"

"Mhm,are you going to hit them with your cane?" You joke, not knowing if he'll take it as a joke or be mad at you.

Kaz chuckles. "If I have to," he says lightly. His tone is joking, but there's an ounce of truth in there. He would, if it went that far. "They're like kids, you know. Always needing to be kept in check." He chuckles again, shaking his head. "That's the price I pay for being the boss." He makes a sweeping gesture with his hands as if the Dregs were children and he was their father. "But it's worth it," he adds quietly, and there's some genuine care in his voice.

"It's true they are like children now that you mention it, why are they so invested in our so called 'relationship' anyway?"

"The Crows are very gossipy." Kaz says with a laugh. "They like to speculate about everything, and they're very nosy." He shrugs. "It all goes along with being in a gang, I suppose. Not a lot to talk about besides the Dregs, so they get interested in the people who make their way in and out." He gives you a thoughtful look as he adds "And what we're doing is rather interesting." He's joking with that last statement, his voice playful.

You let out a sigh "I suppose your right, you are most of the time, about almost everything"

"I know I am." He says, the words playful and bantering. "Sometimes I wish the Crows could just focus on what they need to instead of just bothering people. But they're good people, deep down." He sighs. "Just a bit nosy and careless." There's a frown on his face for a moment but it disappears just as fast as it comes. "How do you put up with them?" He jokes. "It couldn't have been easy for you." His voice is light as he asks.

""They're actual really nice and fun most of the time kaz. When they're not trying to discover your darkest secrets like. Treasure chest of gold" I say sarcasticly jokingly.

Kaz bursts out in small fit of laughter, the first time he's done so in quite a while. He sighs and looks back up at you, still chuckling. "Yeah, I'll admit that's true," he says when he's finally calmed down. "Those idiots really have no boundaries," he adds with a laugh and he gives an affectionate shake of his head. "And you put up with this nonsense? What a saint you must be. " His voice is full of admiration.

As he starts laughing you do the same you've never noticed how contagious his laugh really is, maybe some you've never heard it. "I must be huh I bet I'd even challenge Alina if I wanted to, she might be the Saint of the sun or whatever but I'm the Saint of patients" you joke laughing.

The laugh you share warms Kaz's heart no matter how small and cold it is, and he gives you a small smile as a laugh escapes through his lips. He nods slowly, thinking before he says, "The patience of a Saint, that's for sure. Not everyone would be so tolerant and understanding." His eyes linger on you for a moment before he shakes his head and laughs at your joke. "What would your Saintly duties be?" he asks, a small smile on his lips. "If you actually did challenge Alina, what would you do?" A small smirk plays on his lips.

"Oh my duties keeping the crows alive in more ways then one, keeping them from doing stupid things and then stooping my self from committing a murder when they ask me who I have a crush on like I'm a child. And I'd never challenge her kaz are you crazy I was mearly joking"

"Well, you do seem to have your responsibilities under control," he smiles. He raises an eyebrow at your comment about challenging Alina but then rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "Well, I was joking too. It was just an interesting idea to entertain." Kaz shrugs. "You ever get bored, I guess we could always set up a match." His grin is not very wide but his eyes sparkle as he speaks. He's definitely teasing you now, and he lets his words hang in the air for a few moments before going back to the topic of the Crows and their many shenanigans.

"Yeah I bet that match would last about five seconds before I get blinded and somehow die in the stupidest way possible. Trust me I'm doing my duties well now but if I get one more question from them about if me and you are married I might just snap" I say hoping he won't get mad getting slightly annoyed at all the times Nina or Jesper asked that question, sometimes as a joke.

"Married?" Kaz makes a face before he laughs. "Who said that?! Was it Nina? It was Nina, wasn't it?" He shakes his head. "I really need to have a good long talk with her... maybe take my cane to her," he mumbles thoughtfully. "No more questions about marriage. Is that understood?" It's a threat, and although he tries to cover it up with teasing or a laugh, he means every single word.

"Oh you don't even know half of it, and it's Nina and Jesper. Did you know in their fantasy of a world they have already planned our make believe wedding they even have drawings and designs, I'll even find them and show them to you,if you don't believe me since honestly I wouldn't even believe me.Oh also instead of a flower girl jesper insists that we get a goat for the wedding you know to throw flower petals down the aisle"

Kaz's eyes widen and he lets out a small chuckle. He can't believe it. He's almost impressed at how far they've thought this through, but he's also still a little bit appalled. "Jesper!" He shakes his head and laughs again just to hide how annoyed he is. "A goat? Really? Why are they so obsessed with this goat?" He asks, his voice going from annoyance to genuine confusion. He shakes his head again, but he's still laughing. "They never cease to baffle me. I'll talk to him... seriously though what's with the goat?"

"I don't know honestly kaz it amazes me how he manages to talk about it in every way possible way and every possible conversation weather it's about a heist or his favourite food, the goat will get involved" you sigh then get an idea "wait give me a second" You say then run out the office and come back with the drawings Jesper and Nina drew of me and kaz's wedding.

Kaz takes the drawings and his eyebrows go up in surprise at the drawings. "They drew these?". His tone is shocked but also confused. "How long did they spend on this?!" He asks, shaking his head with disbelief. But he looks at the picture longer, analyzing it and taking it in. It's weird, but... also kind of sweet, if that makes sense? "They're such... children, really. But... this is nice." He smiles a small smile and looks up at you "How do you put up with it? They're a lot."

"I have a sneakily feeling that wyland helps them with the drawings, and honestly they are quite nice in a creepy way. I mean the wedding dress they drew for me isn't quite bad actually, if they'd put this much effort into hesitates we'd be the richest in town. I honestly don't know how I put up with them I told you kaz I'm a saint" you say looking through the drawings and giggling.

Kaz's eyes narrow at the thought of Wyland's role in the drawings when you mention him, but he doesn't speak up. "Well, if we have the drawings, why not just have the wedding already?" He jokes, still smiling. His voice is teasing but there's a slight hint of sarcasm at the end that makes him seem like he's only half-joking. "I mean, clearly it's what the people want," His smile becomes slightly sly as he speaks, all humor gone at once as the smile turns into pure mischief. "What do you think?"

At this you start blushing shocked and your jaw dropped. "Well- I-I don't...What ?" You stutter this wasn't like kaz at all.

The smirk on his face doesn't fade. If anything, it grows wider. "The marriage, silly!" He chuckles at you, a look of pure glee and delight evident on his features. He looks pleased with himself, the idea that he just suggested the marriage and that he got you to blush, well... that puts a smile on his face that could light up a room. "Why not? We're already like a married couple, anyway." *He's half joking, but his tone is also clearly playing into it.

You stay absolutely shocked "what?" You hesitate and stutter "kaz are you being serious?" You say utterly shell shocked

Kaz's expression is one of absolute delight and joy. He's almost glowing with it."Do I look like I'm joking?" He asks as he crosses the space between the two of you, looking down at you almost apologetically. "Seriously. What do you say?" His eyes are wide and his smile reaches his eyes. "It'd be fun! Just think; we're together anyway, why not just formalize it? I mean, we already share almost everything." His face turns to one of pure bliss as he speaks.

"wait your serious?" I say in utter shock and disbelief. "Kaz we've never even kissed before we can't just get married all of a sudden we're not even dating, and I and I" you stutter out flustered "kaz an-"

He cut you off with a look that says 'you can't seriously be falling for this' and at the raise of that eye brow you relax, he was pulling you leg you should have known.

Kaz laughs as you stutter, but there's no malice to the sound of it, as if he's amused by your embarrassment, but is not mocking you for it. "I know," he admits, leaning closer, his eyes searching your face. "But just because we haven't kissed yet, doesn't mean we can't start now." His eyes flick to your lips as he speaks, and he smiles at the way they part slightly at the thought. "What do you say?" He tilts his head as he asks, still close enough that he could kiss you if you wanted. It's clear he's been thinking about this for a long time and debating if he had enough courage to actually go through with it, to touch you

You were to stunned to even move or say anything so you stay quiet not doing anything but you just close eyes letting your body take over, mind going numb as you throw all send out the attic window

A small smile appears on Kaz's lips as he sees this. He leans in the rest of the way, his breath brushing your cheek as he does. His breath is slow, soft, and gentle, and when he's just a cm away from you his hand rests softly on the side of your face. His lips settle on yours, and his soft lips meet yours in a tender kiss that's filled with so much care and kindness. Although it wasn't long as he felt the water from his past rise and the image of Jordie takes over his mind so he pulls away in a slight panic.

A soft smile appears on your face "it's ok kaz you don't have to do more then your ready too." You say as kaz slowly goes back to his seat deep in thought. "But hey maybe they were right after all"

Kaz laughs when you do, but a slight touch of confusion on his face as you mention the Crows."Right about what?" He asks thoughtfully, as if he's just piecing together a puzzle. He looks at you with an inquisitive gaze, raising his eyebrows in question. "What do you mean by that?" His face becomes serious as he asks, the playfulness disappeared from his voice as he tries to understand what you mean. His words are careful, and every movement deliberate as he waits for your response.

"About us Kaz, maybe we do deserve love" you blush slightly not being used to this type of talk looking at your feet as a distraction "don't worry I'm not talking about the goat" you say trying to joke.

Kaz's eyes soften and his lips curl into a small smile. "Maybe we do deserve love," he repeats your words softly, but his face is still serious. He's trying to make sure he takes every word seriously in the hopes that he won't misunderstand or misread your words even once. "Do you believe I love you?" He asks you softly, his eyes never leaving yours as he waits for you to answer.

You blush even more and nod "I love you too kaz I really do for a long time, but maybe we should wait a bit longer for a wedding" you chuckle.

Kaz sighs with some relief, and he smiles at you softly. "If that's what you want, then I'll wait," he says quietly, his tone soft. "I won't push you into anything. But you know I love you, right? I care for you deeply and I'm glad that you feel the same way." His smile grows as he speaks, his eyes on yours. "Just so you know... so you never have to doubt me."

"I've never doubted you, the crows are going to be really happy, they might start drawing and making up other thing" you joke and laugh, you then pick up one of the drawings from Jesper and I look at it in shock.

His eyes follow your glance at the drawing on your hands, an eyebrow raised at the look of shock on your face. "What's that?" He asks curiously, leaning forward to get a better look at the picture "What are you so shocked about? It's only a drawing?" His tone is half serious, half teasing, but there's a bit of real confusion in there as well at your reaction.

You turn the drawings to him "Seems like Nina and Jesper really thought hard about it, did you know we even have a child in their fantasy kaz" you say giggling showing him the pictures Nina and jesper came up with, with me Kaz and a child.

Kaz goes silent as he sees the picture and he looks surprised, laughing softly as he takes the paper out of your hands and holds it up. The picture is indeed well done and he looks at it for a decent amount of time. "They drew us with a child?" His voice is full of surprise and amusement, but there's a touch of awe and admiration as well. He looks back up at you, his eyes wide and his smile even wider. "Wow.. they did think hard about this, didn't they?" He stares at you, his smile turning into one of pure joy.

"I can't believe them, does she have a name" you joke refering to the child.

Kaz chuckles at the joke. "I have no idea," he says, laughing fondly at your laughter. He then looks back down at the picture. "They never mentioned they had a name for them." He pauses for a moment and then nods, a small smile on his face. "But a name might be in order. He looks up at you with a smile. "What do you think, hmm? Got any ideas?" His voice is playful, as he looks back at you with expectation and amusement.

You laugh "kaz jr" you joke "Maybe we should go ask them and confront them hmm?"

Kaz bursts out in laughter at the suggestion, and it takes him a minute to collect himself enough to answer you. "I am so in favor of this idea. This whole thing is hilarious." He shakes his head and smiles at you, the smile turning into a grin. "They're gonna freak out when we confront them about it. Come on. Let's go." He hops to his feet and waits for you by the door holding it open. "Shall we?"

"We shall"

[avocadoguru]

loook i know we're probs not getting a chpaater this week --- holding out hope still ---

but i wanted to just be real with you guys about something

i cum every single night just thinking about that last chapter. i open it up and read all the juicy hot parts and just unleash all over myself and my poor hand and my massive dildo -- oh so side note, my friend who has a dirty mind but a big heart lol gave me this ungodly big sized dildo as a joke but you better believe i use that to fuck myself with though it doesn't actually all fit in god it's so good and i imagine wolfrry cock being this size -- i just imagine i'm yn being destroyed by wolfrry. like i want him to go wild and just fuck the shit out of me with his long hair and tattoos and deep voice and make his cock fit inside of me no matter how bad it hurts. godddd fuckkkk i'm so into it.

but anyway besides my horny talk you two are amazing and lupus noctis is such a fantastic story. i love all the characters and i actually really like nick too like he's just a poor douche trying to get laid is all acting all big when he's not but he's like a really good side character to have in your story. you two are so genius. i'll wait for however long you need because i'm totally satisfying myself every night after that last part. believe me you guys fed us so well so no one here is going to complain if we have to wait a little longer for the next one. though, we are all sitting on the edge of our seat to know what's going to happen next.

wanted to share my thoughts with you becaus you deserve to know it and so we can all move on from the negative jealous asshole you are dealing with.

(@gurugirl here) YEAH you had me there for a split second. I was so ready to hear something else bad but you came through and I just spent the rest of the time reading this laughing and nodding my head.

Thank you so much for your horny talk with us - we love hearing it 🤣 And your friend sounds crazy yet awesome - and the dildo, how big we talking here? I'm actually curious. lol

And you're so kind. I appreciate your compliments and we're pretty proud of this story too so knowing how it makes you feel and how much you like it really is the cherry on top.

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

just gonna post this unedited, just as it fell out of my brain, and not formatted because hell knows when i'll get around to it but because @rottent33th deserves to see it (also insert internal screaming bc it's been like a million years since i wrote about Clay)

not straight up murder but. being kinda mean to a person digging their grave. the usual.

prompt was something about camping under the night sky

It was a warm late-summer / early-fall evening, temperatures just at that sweet point where you didn't break out into sweat when one moved the tiniest bit, but not cold enough that one started freezing when sitting still for an extended amount of time. Birds were still chirping in the trees, their gentle song accompanied by the chirping of crickets, along with the steady crunch when the shovel dug into the earth and the following thud when the dirt landed on the growing pile next to the hole. The setting sun was bathing the small clearing in hues of gold and copper, lighting up Clay's red hair like the flames of a campfire. 

"You know what would be fun?" Cylas said, her voice breaking through the quiet, and sat up, "Twisted bread. And marshmallows, maybe. Also, I've never had s'mores." 

Clay, who'd been leaning against a tree and staring into the distance, turned slightly to look at them, "What?" 

"I was just thinking how the sun is making your hair look the colour of fire which made me think of campfire which made me think of twisted bread because it's amazing." 

"You could just say that you're hungry, you know," Clay replied with a snort, "That's why we did bring snacks along."   

"I am not hungry per se," she said, "I'm just craving twisted bread, apparently. Never really get to have it because... well, I rarely happen to be around campfires. Plus, doing stuff alone is no fun." 

Clay shrugged, pushing away from the tree and going to grab a beer, "Camping alone can be fun, though. Just winding down, enjoying nature. It's peaceful. You should come along sometime - unless you'll end up acting like Griffin." 

Just as she was about to reply, her stomach grumbled and she rolled her eyes, "Hang on a sec, about those snacks you mentioned - what do we have?" 

Instead of replying, Clay opted to just throw the assortment of bags at them. They only just so managed to avoid being smacked in the face by a pack of Bifis, and Clay's beloved goldfish crackers flew past their head, while the bag of Cheez-its landed in their lap. 

"Your aim sucks ass," she commented. 

"Good, I wasn't making an effort," came his deadpan response and she laughed before leaning back to grab the crackers. 

Clay sat down next to her and helped her back into a seated position before handing her a can of cider. 

"Aw, you thought of me," they almost cooed, bumping his arm with their shoulder. 

"'Course I did, I'm keeping drinks for you in the cooler whenever I know you're in the area," he replied but refused to look at her, and although it could've been the sunlight playing tricks on her eyes she thought she could see him blushing. 

She grinned as an idea formed in her head and she picked up the bag of Cheez-Its before throwing it at him, "How awfully cheesy of you," 

Clay lifted a hand to easily catch the bag and quirked an eyebrow. 

It was then that they noticed how quiet it had gotten. Some birds were still bravely singing on against the dark creeping closer and the crickets were louder than a city-dweller could even begin to imagine, but the sounds of digging had stopped. Clay groaned and made to get up, but Cylas grabbed his arm. "Wait." 

They carefully put down their cider and proceeded to sit up on their knees. Then they leaned forward until they were resting on their forearms, and scooted just close enough to the hole to look over the edge. Behind her, she could hear Clay's barely contained laughter and a breathy call of "Are you for real?" which made her smile. The woman sitting slouched in a corner of the hole however was not smiling. In fact, she wasn't doing anything at all. Under other circumstances, Cylas would have assumed the weather and physical exertion had become too much, but it wasn't hot enough for that - not even taking into consideration how lenient and patient Clay had been so far, allowing the woman to work at a much more leisurely pace than usual. Something felt off about this. 

"So, what's the issue?" Clay called, and Cylas reached to her side, grabbing a handful of dirt, without taking her eyes off the woman. 

"Think she's trying to bullshit us," she said, throwing the soil at the limp body. The subtle flinching was almost imperceptible, but they'd become good at noticing things, "Get up, lady, there's work to do." 

As was to be expected, the woman didn't respond. 

"Next time I'll throw a rock," Cylas added and sat up, already looking around for a fitting projectile. 

Clay chuckled, "Here, use this." 

She looked over to him and caught the empty beer bottle he threw her. 

"Really? Littering?" she said, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise.   

"We'll pick it up afterward. Just don't break it." 

"Sure, I'll throw it gently," they replied, voice dripping with sarcasm, and finally found a suitable stone, roughly the size of a table tennis ball. 

The woman still hadn't moved and Cylas was determined to change that. "Alright, honey, last chance. Drop the act and get back to work or I will throw something. Might hurt you." 

No reaction. 

They looked from beer bottle to rock and back, before tossing the bottle - gently - into the woman's lap. She visibly startled and lifted her head, staring at Cylas with wide eyes. Just in time to see the rock flying towards her face. It hit the earth wall right next to her head and the woman shrieked. Cylas smiled. "Next one won't miss." 

Pale-faced and trembling the woman stood up but made no moves to pick up the shovel again. Instead, she stumbled closer to the edge, her hands lifted in some type of pleading manner. "Please, let me go. I'll do any-" 

"Blatantly not," Cylas scoffed before turning towards Clay, "I think the lady needs the assistance of a strong handsome man to do her task." 

The woman paled even more and immediately recoiled, pressing herself against the opposite wall. 

"No, no, it's okay, I'll get right back to it, just please don't hurt me." 

As soon as Clay's figure appeared next to Cylas, the woman scrambled to grab the shovel and resume digging, while Clay eyed the hole critically. 

"Hm, haven't gotten very far yet, have you?" he said, voice devoid of any of his usual warmth, "Not used to hard work or just lazy?" 

"I- um- I'm sorry, I just don't know- I've never done this before and- please can't you just let me go?" the woman rambled, but neither Clay nor Cylas paid her much mind. 

"She doesn't look exhausted in the least either," Cylas mused, "Not a drop of sweat as far as I can tell. Seems she's really been slacking off back here." 

Clay scoffed, "That's what you get for being nice I guess." 

"Nice?" the woman shrieked, "You call kidnapping someone and forcing them to dig a stupid hole under threats of violence 'nice'?" 

"At least so far it's mostly really stuck to threats," Cylas said with a snort, "He can be very different. Some might say that I'm making him soft." 

He rolled his eyes at that and held his bottle out to them, "Mind holding this for a moment? I'll be right back with you." 

They took the drink from him and watched as he jumped down into the hole before turning to sit back down and drink their cider. 

"Anyway, where were we?" she said once Clay had returned and finished cleaning his hands. The sound of digging resumed, accompanied by quiet sniffling and the occasional pained whimpers, "Right, camping. So, what did Griffin do?" 

It was darker now, the area only lightly illuminated by Clay's camping lantern and the moon. Still, she didn't need to actually see his expression to know that he was giving her one of his "are you serious?" stares. 

"Right", he said after a moment, shaking his head at the way her mind could jump between topics and easily move on from situations, "Basically, he was being a big whiny baby about it all, complaining about the blow-up mattress and how uncomfortable it was, whining about mosquitoes, and the fact that there were no proper toilets close by also shocked him. Seemed surprised that camping actually involved camping and not a 5-star hotel." 

"What? Mosquitoes? In nature? Were there other bugs and critters as well?", Cylas replied in exaggerated shock, "And you expected poor Griff to go through that? Why didn't you tell him in advance that there was bound to be creatures? You clearly just set him up for failure." 

"Damn, you looked right through me," Clay said with a chuckle, "It was all just a ploy to get him off our backs." 

Cylas leaned back on her hands and stared up at the sky. The night was almost completely void of clouds and she was once again amazed at how many stars were actually visible away from towns and cities. 

"Come on, lie down with me," they called over to Clay who raised an eyebrow but complied. 

"What kind of  nefarious plan do you have now?" 

"Wanna look at the stars and use you as a pillow because the ground is uncomfortable," they stated, giving Clay just enough time to settle and get comfortable before scooting up to him and resting their head on his arm. "And as much as I love stars and campfires, I don't think proper camping would be for me. Could I do it? Yeah. But... I'm a spoiled princess at heart and need my luxuries." 

"Choosing a soft bed over a blow-up mattress and me? I am offended." 

She snorted, "More like choosing a bathroom and plumbing over pissing and shitting in some bushes." 

"You have such a way with words," he replied, his laughter vibrating in his chest. 

"So, Mister Nature-Man, tell me something." 

He furrowed his brows, "Like... what?" 

"I don't know, nature stuff. Tell me about the stars." 

"I can point out the Big and Little Dipper to you, but that's about as far as my knowledge goes," he admitted with a shrug. 

Cylas rolled her eyes, "Make stuff up then, not like I'd know the difference." 

He chuckled at that and focused on the sky above them. Cylas did the same, and for a while, they just lay there in silence, except for the crickets and digging woman. 

Clay was right. It was peaceful. 

[team-mavericks]

A Deep Talk (Ride or Die)

Makoto stands outside of Jet's room. She stares at the door, her hand clutching the fabric of her shirt over her heart. She needs to talk to him. She can't keep pushing it away forever, waiting for him to bring it up. She's scared, but she can't run away. She knocks on the door softly, in hopes he was taking a nap and she had an excuse to do something else for a while. Just so she had more time to prepare.

"Jet? It's me. I really need to talk to you."

"Yeah! Come on in!" Jet called back from the other side of the door.

When Makoto opened the door, she saw Jet quite literally tangled up in wires going from his game consoles, his computer, and the TV. Despite this, he smiled.

"I'm a bit tangled up at the moment. What's up, Makoto?"

She wanted to laugh at him, but she couldn't lose focus right now. She shut the door behind her and took a few steps in.

"There's something that's been on my mind a lot. It's been weighing on my heart heavily, more and more each day... Can I... Help you out of there for this talk? I kind of need a serious setting."

Jet was a tad concerned to see Makoto being so direct. He looked at all the wires he is in, all the work he had done so far in an attempt to make something cohesive of his setup and then looked at Makoto.

"Nah, I got it." Jet decided Makoto was more important than what he was doing and began unplugging things in order to untangle himself. When he was done, he sat on the edge of his bed sideways, one leg propped up for support. He pat at the spot beside him, trying to get her to take a seat. He smiled softly, in an attempt to welcome this talk.

Makoto doesn't sit though. She just looks down more.

"I just wanted to tell you... That I'm sorry."

Now Jet is very confused.

"Sorry? For what?"

Makoto's eyes start to welter up. This is definitely more painful than she thought it would be.

"All this trust you have in me... It was built on a lie. And as much as I don't want... Don't want it to ruin what we have... I can't just ignore it anymore." She's now unable to hold back the tears. This puts Jet in alert mode and he quickly stands back up.

"Woah woah woah, what are you talking about?" He said in a panicked pace.

Through the sniffles and shakes, she tried her best to keep talking but didn't have the strength to look up.

"When we met... You showed me mercy, and it changed my life forever for the better. I don't want to think about who I would be now if you didn't believe me. I just wanted to escape you, so I made a sob story about wanting a farm life." She pauses to wipe her eyes. "I never had such a dream, Jet. Morgan and Rin were right. I was lying to you."

Her tone went higher as she was trying so hard not to just start bawling. "But you believed me anyway, and I was so confused, I didn't know what to do so I just rolled with it. And you've done so much for me, and you put your faith in me, and I was never the innocent person you wanted to see in me. And I just couldn't bare the thought of you tossing me away so I kept avoiding it and-"

Makoto was cut off by an unexpected hug, not expecting him to be so accepting so fast. He held her tight, holding her head to his chest. He let the hug do most of the talking for a moment before he spoke.

"Makoto, my treasured friend. It hurts to see you cry, especially over me." He gently stroked at her hair, trying to make her stop before he starts crying as well. "I thought we moved past that. I didn't know you still thought about it like this. I'm sorry, I should be more attentive."

Makoto knew Jet was more than she could imagine, making him hard to predict. But she never expected an apology back. She just looked up at him, wiping her eyes again.

"What do you have to be sorry for? I am the one who lied to you."

Jet shook his head.

"Makoto, I didn't let you go for your sob story. I knew you were trying to take advantage of me. But seeing you the way you were, hearing your voice... I could tell you've never been shown genuine kindness before. And I wanted to be that person for you. Even if it meant you ran away and I never saw you again, I just... I wanted to give you a taste of what life was like outside of Team Rocket. I'm sorry I let you think I believed your lie. I just thought I had a rare opportunity to change a life. And you-" Jet raised his hand to gently caress her cheek. "You ended up changing mine. How could I ever look at you and feel any sort of regret?"

Makoto's face has a losing battle with the need to laugh. Tears are still coming down, but this time with relief.

"Heh, heheh, haha! Mew Damnit, Jet! Why couldn't you just be some normal dude? I get my heart so twisted over you, it's not even funny."

"Sometimes I wish I was normal too, haha!" He breaks from the embrace to gently take both of her hands, holding them softly. "But no matter what, Makoto, I want you to always know that I love you, so the past doesn't even matter."

And there her heart goes, skipping a beat and wanting to tell him the other heart weighing thing on her mind. But she swallows it up with a smile, looking into his eyes. This isn't the right time anyway.

"I love you too, you big oaf."

Now that the conflict was resolved and no damage was done, Jet held up a finger.

"But don't think you're totally off the hook! There's a punishment for lying to the leader." He says with a sly smile before whispering. "Butt Bongos."

Makoto raised an eyebrow. "Butt Bongos?"

Jet swiftly spun Makoto around and let go of her to rapidly pat Makoto's butt cheeks. "BUTT BONGOS!"

Makoto let out a squeal and began playfully running away from Jet around the room as he gave chase.

Cut to outside the room where Morgan and Michael were just casually sipping Tea and Coffee, respectfully.

"Jet!! No, stop!" Makoto could be heard above the sound of things falling over inside Jet's room. Jet could be heard laughing. "I wasn't even part of the team yet! Mistrial! Mistrial!"

"Those two should just fuck and get it over with."

"As much as I agree with you, I don't have the heart to tell them that. It'll be much healthier for them to reach that on their own."