#once again an idea that would not leave me alone

[ja3yun]

who do you think in enha would love to receive a buodoir album of their girl as a birthday gift?

!warning nsfw (mdni)!

i think jay would love it the most. he always adores to see his girl dress up in pretty clothes and he'd like it even more when they're dressed down. you would do it after he bought you a pretty set of lingerie for your birthday, so now for his you're putting your present to good use. you would have a setting that was clean and elegant, white sheets with a sheer robe to start with, posing in all his favourite positions he liked to fuck you in. you wouldn't go bare naked but elude to it because jay likes that the best, when you tease him just enough to make him want you.

when you give him it on his day once everyone has left the dinner party you arranged for him, you'll leave him alone to flick through it while you put on the lingerie and robe once again, waiting until he flicks the last page before sleeking your way into the bedroom, taking the book from his hands and throwing it to the side.

"how is it? your present?"

his eyes trail up your body lustfully, taking in the beautiful sight before him as his hands grip your hips and force you onto his lap. "i love it, baby. i love it so much. you're fucking sweet to me." your nipples stand at his words and he cant help but latch on, biting them through the lace bra and his tongue swirling gently.

he would roll his eyes as you giggle, his cock throbbing in his pants at the sound. you know he loves you but you will never understand how much he craves you, worships you in every way. he will cherish the book and look at it on days you're away or simply because he loves you so much and he is so happy that you trust him to own something like this.

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heeseung would adore that you thought of doing the shoot specifically for his birthday. he knows that people do this for their partners but considering you're quite shy, he never imagined you would strip down to nothing. sure, maybe a nightie or something sheer but never fully laid bare. you would sit nervously next to him as he looked at it, judging his expressions as he turned the pages and viewed the one of you arching your back, legs long and hair fanned out, he would shut it over abruptly, making you worry. but that worry soon turns into shock as he grips your shoulders and pushes you down onto the bed

"fuck, baby girl, you have no idea how much i need you right now." he would whisper into your mouth as he kissed you, grinding his hardening cock onto your core, "i want to put you in all of those positions...would you let me?"

he sucks on your neck and bites down, causing your back to arch just like the photo. he's smirking as he marks you up, his hands trailing your sides before dipping into your heat.

"i'm gonna make you cum for each photo in that book."

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jake would come with you, asking you to do it for him. he had a particular lingerie set in mind, the one you wore for your anniversary and he hasn't seen you in it since, so what better way to get it some sunlight? his puppy eyes did wonders for convincing you, not that it took much, you'd do anything for him. jake is the kind of man to worship your body no matter size or shape so you have never felt uncomfortable in your body around him.

however, what he didn't realise is that partners don't get to watch the shoot but are sent away while it happens. he pouts, hoping to help you with poses and angles, he even brought a change of lingerie for you to mix it up a little. you're also sad because its his birthday and you wont be spending the entire day with him like you promised, but it just means you'll work extra hard to produce the best pictures for him.

he'll hug you goodbye, nuzzling his nose into your neck, peppering kisses softly, "thank you for doing this, princess."

nodding, you kiss him gently on the lips, stroking his cheek, "i'll even throw in a few surprises."

and those few surprises are naked shots, tits up with your arms losely drapped over your head, your eyes shut. as soon as he saw that picture, he whisked you back home, tying your arms above your head and telling you to keep still as he eats you out, his tounge lapping you up eagerly, that beautiful nose of his nudging your clit each time he burried his face into you. the photoshoot was everything he asked for but having you wriggling under him is even better.

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for sunghoon, i think he wouldn't want anyone to see your body other than him, female photographer or not. so instead of you going to a studio, he set one up in your bedroom, hired lighting and used his own camera to take the pictures. he left the setting up to you, to add the element of surprise you wanted to gift him for his birthday.

"take the robe off for me, babe, face the wall." he would take his job seriously because you really wanted to do this. he had an air of professionalism about him that was akin to jack drawing rose.

you look so beautiful though, that he cant keep his hands to himself, helping you unclasp your bra, reaching around to squeeze your tits playfully, kissing down your neck as he presses his chest to your back. "how about we take some behind the scenes pictures?" he would whisper seductively.

and who are you to deny him? you lay down on your bed, legs spread as he grabs the camera, snapping a few pictures before slippinging his cock from his trousers, knowing that pictures aren't enough, he needs to fuck you so good that the faces you make are the real shots that make the book. he pounds into you though, forgeting the camera and giving you the attention you deserve, even if it is his birthday.

[boothillssugarmomma]

Hello hello!

Can I request a Dr. Ratio x reader that's a team leader and they're assigned to work together, and while he's complaining (whining) about her team they're not having it and they bicker (divorced parents vibes fr) (they're both in denial of their feelings). Just Ratio not being used to someone else talking back to him (pls make them make out thank you for your time regardless, I love your writing!

THIS IDEA GAVE ME SO MUCH BUTTERFLIES MAKING 😭 I hope you like it as much as I did creating it!

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Sparks of Synergy

(Ratio x Fem!Reader)

cw-: mean!ratio, insults of intelligence, heavily suggestive, smidge of nudity mentioned

🎀 authorsnote: this is my first request fic and I literally screamed and giggled when I saw it!

please don't steal my work!

"This part of this project is so simple! How do you not understand!? We've already been through this part multiple times!" Ratio could already feel an argument or a migraine coming. All it took was one glance down at your paper for him to practically combust.

"Fix this." He orders. He's spent hours going back and forth with you, hovering over your shoulder like a vulture.

He could spot all sorts of microscopic mistakes that he just was practically begging to point out. He doesn't exactly know why he even bothers. It's obvious that you were hopeless the moment you were recruited for his team.

Though, he suppose it's better for your dimwitted self and the rest of your team to come to him instead of doing it yourselves.

Aeons, he wouldn't be able to take in the sight of you doing this project alone and failing or asking for help from another bumbling, no-nothing dumbass.

The doctor is the best chance you've got with actually completing correctly, whatever it is you need help with...and he wouldn't have it...Any. Other. Way.

"Just because you're the team leader of this little project doesn't mean you can be so bossy." You hum and keep working.

"Bossy? Me?" Ratio lets out a scoff. That's rich coming from you.

He raises an incredulous eyebrow as his stare narrows at your ridiculous comment. Does this fool have the guts to insult him?

He rolls his eyes at the fact that you had the audacity to claim that he's "bossy" when he's simply trying to keep things together. He's not bossy, he has a title to live up to, unlike the likes of you.

"Yes...bossy..." Your eyes glance over at his in a glare. "You want to make the team quit?" You scoff.

"Please." Ratio shoots a condescending glance your way, leaning back against a wall and crossing his arms.

"If they aren't capable enough to handle my expectations and methods, then it's best for them to leave. I'm doing them a favor here. You should be thanking me, quite honestly. I am your team leader after all. I know what's best for this group."

He smirks. You should be grateful that he even allowed you to be a part of this team at all.

as you continue to bicker and fight the whole day the rest of the team just watches on in silence, until one by one they all start to leave

Eventually you both notice that you two are the only one in the room. Ratio let out an exasperated scoff and pinches the bridge of his nose. The headache coming back.

"Look at what you've done now." He snaps, his gold eyes snapping back to you once more. "You and your incessant nagging caused the others to leave. What a surprise."

The sarcasm was evident in his voice. He can't stand this.

"Oh you're going to blame this on ME!?" You scoff and fold your arms. "If anything it was your snide comments..."

Ratio let's out a sharp laugh, scoffing once again and turning his chin in a prideful way.

"What snide comments? The only thing I said was criticism that would help you improve on your work. You, just like the rest of those dimwits, can't seem to understand. Do you have any idea of the standards I live up to?"

"It's the way you say it Veritas." You sigh and rub your forehead with your index and thumb.

The purple haired smart ass stiffens. His golden gaze locked onto your exasperated expression. How irritating. How annoying. It was like a buzzing insect flying near his ear, one he longed to swat at.

"Perhaps try working harder instead of being so sensitive, idiot..." He scoffs. He was simply offering constructive criticism. It's not his fault that your little self couldn't take it.

"Ok you see!" You groan and push off the table. "That's what they don't like!"

Ratio scowls slightly. The audacity of you was absolutely ridiculous. He steps closer.

"What, do you propose I use a more 'soft' approach? Perhaps a 'softer' tone?" *He mocks, a sarcastic smile stretching his features. Soft? That's laughable. He doesn't do soft.

"You're just like them. Soft and sensitive. I have no tolerance for useless emotions. Only facts."

"Maybe you'd have more friends if you were nicer!" You raise your voice and clap your hands together before taking a breath.

Ratio laughs lowly, mocking your outburst. You had no right to judge him like that.

"How childish. If they truly were my friend, they'd stand by my honest and factual criticism. You see it as 'mean'. I do not. What is so wrong with telling it how it is?

I don't expect you to understand. Your feeble brain simply wouldn't be able to comprehend the standards."

"Ratio not everyone appreciates your random analysis of them." You scoff.

The doctor gives you a condescending side-glance, rolling his eyes. Random analysis? Surely you were aware that everything he thought of was correct?

"The facts are just the facts. People can either be offended by it or be mature and understand. Clearly, maturity is not a word you know."

"You seem sensitive and weak minded...GET OUT!" You mock him and throw a piece of chalk at the chalkboard before folding your arms.

It takes all of Ratio's self-restraint to not burst out into a hysterical, mocking laughter. His face twists into a sneer. You were the delusional and insensitive one here.

It's not long before Dr. Ratio had pushed you back until you were pinned against the wall his body pressed so close to yours that you could feel his soft, warm breath hitting the side of your neck.

"Weak minded?" He chuckles lowly.

"I would never dream of being weak. Ever."

You both just gaze in each other's eyes for what seems like an eternity before you clear your throat. "We should probably...get back to work..."

Dr. Ratio had almost forgot he was pinning you to the wall, but at the comment, it had made him pull back away slightly. He stares for a few seconds before glancing away and scoffing once more.

"Right, there's no time to waste on worthless chatter. I suppose it's up to me to be the bigger man once again and carry this team." He crosses his arms.

You roll your eyes as you walk back over to the table and start working.

After a small while there is no talking or bickering...until you did a slight mishap on an equation

He often glanced over quietly to make sure the work you were doing was correct. There were a few moments where he had to glance away from how badly your mistakes had irked him. He took in a breath to calm himself down.

He would be lying if he said that the silence wasn't slightly refreshing. But...he's quickly pulled out of that mindset when you made a mistake.

He lets out an irritated sigh and stands.

"Really? Another mistake? At this rate you might as well give me the paper for me to finish it myself."

"Don't touch it!" You rip the paper away from his hands.

He scoffed, his eyes narrowing as a sneer stretches on his lips. He takes another step closer to you, crossing his arms.

"Care to repeat that, idiot? You dare to talk back to me?" Ratio's gaze darkened slightly, his golden eyes practically gleaming in the light.

"Oh don't act like you're all high and mighty!" You stalk towards him poking his chest with your finger. "You're not the big bad Ratio everyone says you are!"

The doctor lets out a mocking scoff, his gaze locked onto you in a cold glare. He swats your little finger away like it was nothing.

"Big bad Ratio? You clearly are more ridiculous than I had originally anticipated. What, are you scared of me? Do my words... frighten you?" He steps even closer into your personal space, his voice dropping into a low growl.

Your heart flutters as your eyes lock again. His gold gaze holding yours so perfectly. But your stance never falters.

Ratio's eyes narrow as he can feel his irritation rising once again. Why is this bothersome woman making his heart beat like this?

He scoffs.

"You're getting too comfortable around me. Have I not made it obvious that I'm superior than you in every way?" He grabs your chin with his thumb and index, angling your face up.

"Superior? Superior!?" You scoff and laugh.

Ratio sneers, practically looming over you.

"Do you want me to list down everything that makes me superior to you, little one? The list would go on for miles and miles."

He stares down at you with an intimidating smirk, his thumb pressing against your chin almost possessively.

You glance down at his lips before locking eyes again. "Shut it...doctor..."

Ratio smirks once more, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. His thumb traces your bottom lip slightly, admiring your features for a brief second before he lets out another scoff.

"You have the audacity to tell me that? Oh, you are a fool. A very adorable fool...now you should shut it."

"Shut. It. Or. I'll. Make. You." You whisper darkly.

Ratio's smirk widens for a moment, clearly amused and slightly caught off guard by your boldness. He lets out another scoff and leans down close to your ear, his hot breath brushing against your skin.

"And. How. Precisely. do you propose yourself to accomplish such a thing, hm?" He murmurs, a mocking but low chuckle falling from his lips.

You lean up and cut him off with a kiss. A soft one before pulling away slightly. You both gaze into each other's eyes.

Ratio's golden eyes widened slightly in surprise, not anticipating such a move. You...kissed him? How dare you act so brazenly? Yet...why did he like it...?

He lets the surprise linger in his expression for a few more seconds before he takes quick action. Ratio closes whatever space was in between you and pushes you back against the wall, his lips pressing against yours in a passionate and possessive kiss.

As the kiss grows to be more passionate small sounds can be heard escaping both of your throats as you entangle closer together

Ratio's hand wraps around your waist tightly, his other hand slipping into your hair to keep you closer against him. Your soft lips were so addicting, it made his heart flutter strangely in his chest. His tongue darted out to slide against your bottom lip, begging for entrance into your mouth.

You open your mouth just enough for his tongue to slide inside, and you begin to fight for dominance.

His tongue immediately sought for yours, exploring the inside of your mouth as a low groan escaped his throat. He began to press you more and more into the wall, his body pressing tightly onto yours with an iron grip on your waist.

He pulls you away from the wall to lay you on the table as he continues to kiss you

Ratio's hand traveled down to grab your thigh and hoist it up so your calf wraps around his waist as he deepened the kiss with a small hum, his body hovered over yours in an almost possessive manner. His long, slender fingers would slowly begin to slip under your shirt.

"MhM!" You groan into his mouth as he slides a hand over your breast.

Ratio let's out a low chuckle as he slowly begins to slide your shirt off, wanting to feel more and more of your skin against his. He began to trail small, light kisses down your neck, gently sucking on a particularly sensitive spot.

"V-Veritas" You whisper softly in his ear.

Ratio gives one final, rough suck onto that particular spot on the side of your neck, creating a small bruise. He pulled back slightly to look down at you. A low chuckle escaped his lips once more as he leaned in to brush his hot breath against your ear.

"Saying my name so nicely...You're almost making me want to ruin you."

You roll your eyes softly and laugh quietly.

"So doctor how long have you been hiding these feelings for me?" You tease as you kiss his cheek.

Ratio let's out a scoff, his face quickly flushing a dark red at your boldness. He was getting teased by you of all people. He doesn't remember the last time anyone has gotten the best of him in such a way.

He clears his throat and leans down to press a bruising kiss upon your jaw, beginning to trail his lips across your neck.

"...for a while..." He reluctantly answers.

"And is this your mhM way of asking me out?" You smirk through a small moan and tilt his chin up with your hand to meet your gaze.

Ratio's face flushed a dark shade of red at your question, his eyes narrowing as he let out a scoff. He was the Veritas Ratio. You have some nerve to tease him.

It takes him an embarrassingly long time to answer, his brain scrambled. He can feel your soft hand on his chin, gently making him meet your gaze.

"...I suppose so." He finally admits sheepishly.

"Does this mean you're going to be nicer to me?" You lean forward to kiss his forehead.

The doctors golden eyes widened slightly at the small kiss on his forehead, his face flushing a deeper shade of red. He didn't expect you to get this affectionate with him. He glanced off to the side with a scoff.

"I-I already am nice to you. I'm...simply just more blunt than other people." He mumbled almost defensively.

You both pause as you throw your head back to laugh. "You're very funny doctor!"

His eyebrows furrow slightly in annoyance. You...laughed at him. He would have reprimanded you if it wasn't for the fact that your laughter was incredibly cute. He would huff in irritation, crossing his arms.

"It's not nice to laugh at me, you know..." He grumbles with a slight pout.

"Fine fine... I'm sorry~" you lean forward to whisper in his ear.

Ratio's face flushed an even darker shade of red as your soft whisper sent a shiver down his spine. His hands gripped slightly onto your hips, holding you against him firmly. He let out a sigh at your teasing words.

"...you're insufferable...I hate how adorable you are." He mumbled lowly, his voice dropping a degree as he stared down at you.

As he lifts you off the table and puts you back on the ground you smile softly "Yeah but you like meee~" You poke his chest softly.

Ratio quietly scoffs again, although his face was still flushed a dark shade of red. Why, you...! You had him wrapped around your finger. His eyes narrowed, yet the corner of his lip twitched into a smirk.

His arm loosely looped around your waist and bring you close to him, letting out a low chuckle as he rested his chin on top of your head.

"Shut up...you are so fuckin...insufferable." He mumbled lowly, not denying anything you said.

You press a kiss to his throat and smile. "Shall we get back to work...my love?"

A shiver raced down Ratio's spine at the small kiss, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. His heart thumped in his chest, the soft fluttering feeling in his chest only growing. No, not during work hours. He must not get distracted until the work is done.

He gave a firm nod, his golden eyes locking onto your gaze.

"...Yes, my dear..."

As he turns to the table you smirk. "Oh and Veritas?" You smile innocently as he turns back to you.

"After work..." You slide a hand up his chest until it rests on his heart. "I want you to show me just how insufferable I. Really. Am."

Ratio's eyes widen slightly before they narrow into a smirk, catching onto your words almost instantly. He raised an eyebrow as he watched you.

"A challenge? You seem so confident, my idiot..." He murmured. He grabbed the hand on his chest and brought it to his lips, placing a kiss to the palm of your hand.

He leaned close once more, and with a seductive whisper, and smirk, answered.

"You're on."

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[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

I literally love your writing skills they are so good!!!! I wonder do you have any hcs for the Tokyo revengers boys/girls if their crush got asked “ do you know *insert there name*?” And their crush says “ the weirdo who won’t leave me alone ?”

Noooo! Most of them definitely aren't taking that too well but here is how I think each of them would react to being called weird by their crush

Takemichi- He is heartbroken, you actually think he's a weirdo!????? Ends up feeling embarrassed because of it and avoids you for a few days after that.

Mikey- Straight up thinks you must be talking about a different Mikey. There's no way he's a weirdo or been weird towards you right??? Draken face palms behind him.

Draken- Coughs a bit in surprise. Is he weird? He thought he was doing everything well and coming off as a good guy towards you. Vaguely makes plans to ask the girls at his place for more advice later.

Baji- "tch" he's a bit upset about this but instead it comes out as if he's annoyed. He's more annoyed at himself then anyone else though, vows to leave you alone after hearing that (but will he actually???)

Chifuyu- Shouts a "huh!???" before quickly covering his mouth and hiding. Blushes and frowns, you're not supposed to see him as weird! Tries to figure out how to seem not weird to you later.

Mitsuya- Actually approaches you after and apologises to you. He never meant to come across as being weird towards you and doesn't want to freak you out.

Hakkai- Goes bright red and quickly rushes away. Buries his face in his pillow the rest of the day.

Pah- Mumbles about you the rest of the day, he's a bit hurt by your words but figures he must be doing something wrong for you to say that.

Peh- Invades the conversation to ask you what you mean. 

Smiley- Blushes and curses, he isn't entirely sure what he's doing wrong with you but decides to try being more "normal" around you. Probably asks Angry for advice but pretends he's asking for a friend instead of himself.

Angry- Immediately hides himself from you. Wonders if it's because of his facial expressions???? Decides he's going to try smiling at you at least once instead.

Mucho- Frowns, thinking that's not great. Tries to bring you a snack the next day, as a way of making friends.

Sanzu- He's thrilled by this, he's just glad you noticed him so doesn't care if you think he's weird for now. He's sure that he can change your mind anyway.

Kisaki- Scowls, this is not going to plan. Listens further to your conversation to see if he can gather any other information from you. He will change your mind.

Hanma- Immediately comes up behind you, slinging his arm over you and acting like your words really hurt him. Everyone can tell he's just trying to tease you though.

Kazutora- Tries to shrug it off but keeps thinking about you calling him weird. He figures he should probably just give up on you, that he doesn't stand a chance anyway. He's disappointed but may get over it and try again later.

Koko- Feels guilty, he was supposed to make you feel happy and safe, not weird or thinking of him as being weird. Leaves you anonymous presents to try and make up for it.

Taiju- Goes and beats up some random guys to get his frustration out. He's just so frustrated with the whole situation, he thought he was doing well with you but apparently not. 

Izana- Laughs, he thinks it's cute that you think that now but you definitely won't by the time you truly know him. He doubles down in his efforts to get to know you, he's determined to make you see him in a better way. 

Kakucho- Blinks in surprise then deeply sighs. He isn't really sure what he's doing but apparently it's been wrong. Goes to Izana for advice (not a grear idea).

Ran- Walks up to the two of you, making a light joke about hearing his name, his eyes look deadly serious though. Asks you to repeat what you just said then laughs and walks off. You're not sure what he has planned to prove you wrong but it gives you a bad feeling.

Rindou- Curses under his breath. How do you think he's weird!? Assumes you may know of his reputation so spends the next few days trying to show you he can be gentle towards you.

Shion- Frowns at first but quickly convinces himself that you must of meant it in some kind of good way???? Continues with what he was doing before, he will show to you how much he cares. 

Mochi- Punches a wall, he doesn't like that what he's doing isn't working. Decides to distance himself a bit from you, he'll be less direct with his affection towards you.

Wakasa- He's so amused by this, you really think he's weird? Wants to know exactly what it was that makes you think that. He's definitely going to ask you about it at some point later on, he's always preferred the direct approach anyway. 

South- Stands behind you waiting for you to finish. After you do he insists on talking to you (he actually plans on proving to you that he's not weird). 

Benkei- He's shocked! Sure the two of you aren't exactly dating or friends yet but he assumed he was more to you then just that "weird guy". Complains about it to Wakasa after.

Shinichiro- He's utterly devastated, assumes you hate him now. But he perks up a bit when he realises that you technically haven't rejected him yet. Decides to try even harder with you, only using his best flirting for you!

[motherofdogs1010]

Of Messiahs and Seeds III (Dark!Paul Atreides x Reader)

Summary: The game has begun of one monarch against another, and with the fate of the colonies at play and winter fast approaching, Y/N is forced to think of hard decisions to make just to keep her people safe.

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW dark!fic, obsessed Paul, yandere! Paul, eventual forced marriage, eventual pregnancy, talks of war, eventual NONCON/DUB CON

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Part I Part II

The Apollo Colony was the first to lose contact and it felt like the beginning of a long game; one where Y/N knew her rule was soon to be tested.

And the dreams had only gotten worse and more frequent; Y/N found that practically any time she closed her eyes, Paul was there to whisper in her ear and it was beginning to be difficult to figure out what was reality.

Y/N looked at the heirloom crystal in her hand as she sat on her balcony; she wondered how her mother would be handling this right now.

The moon hung bright and full as always with her scaly children sleeping below as she stood up, her nightgown clinging to her body as she saw the city around her with the people happily bustling around for the night life.

She sighed as she walked into her bedroom, winter was coming in a few weeks and the winters were always harsh on Terra M above the equator. It looked like a tundra when the winters arrived and felt like the inside of a ice cube, which prompted so many resources to keep everyone afloat.

Paul felt pleased with himself as he sat in his room, the hologram of his future bride in front of him. He had invaded her dreams, filling them with their promised future that he had seen; he could practically feel her hair through his fingers, and hear the newborn cries of their son as he came into the world.

It was all falling into plan, Terra M was about to go into its harsh winters and be left vulnerable if he was correct. They heavily relied on their built-up resources to make it through the three-month-long brutal winter since the population lived above an equator.

Those dragons of his beloved would go into hibernation underground; that would leave one defense gone and away. He wouldn't dare to hurt them, they were an extension of his love and he knew how she cared for the scaled beasts.

"Paul", his mother said as she entered the room.

Her blue eyes bore into his as she said, "It's been taken care of, Irulan will no longer sand in your way."

Yes, everything was falling into place.

There was just one final thing left to do...

The smell of ash made its way into her nose as she felt the harsh winter air against her skin, she breathed out and saw her icy breath as she exhaled. Her skin prickled from the cold as she looked around, seeing the white, virgin piles of snow around her as she tried to get her bearings.

"Hello, my love."

Quickly turning around, Y/N saw him, saw Paul standing there with his cheeks and nose pink from the cold.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, "Terra has done nothing to the Empire."

"It isn't what Terra has done, but rather what you have done, my Queen."

Paul slowly began to circle her, the crunching of snow under his weight as he did. Snowflakes fell at a soft, slow pace as he spoke, "You have overtaken my mind, left me vulnerable to feelings that I thought I was immune to feeling again."

"That is not my fault", she argued.

"Oh, but it is", Paul smirked, "your very existence is your fault and that is something that your people will pay for."

Jolting awake, Y/N found herself alone once more as she scooted up the bed and pushed her hair back. She tried to steady her breathing as she felt as if it she looked out into the darkness, she would be able to see the glimmer of him smirking.

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"We must devise a plan", Sir Lance argued, "they have taken the Apollo Colony. The only logical choice for them to grab next is the Athenian Colony and we must devise a plan of attack."

The Council meeting was buzzing with ideas, and arguments of what to do as Y/N listened to the proposed ideas. It was true, she needed to confront the Empire and its might but it has to be logical, fool-proof.

"Lord York", she finally said, the man looking at her. "Get as much information on the Great Houses and the Empire's armies. There will be a weak spot."

"And once we have the weak spot, your grace?"

"We rip them out like a weed, one by one."

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➠ headcanons || how dates with Xavier would be like

content: fluff, dates, kisses, cuddles and hugs, slight teasing

word count: 644

▪︎ I feel like dependig on the mood and/or occasion, dates with Xavier could be anything from casual dates at an arcade to secret intimate moments under the starry night sky.

▪︎At one of your first dates at the beginning of your relationship, Xavier would suggest you coming over to his place to watch the movie you recommended some time ago and stay for dinner afterwards.

▪︎...Let's say you were quick to get him to order out or to at least let you give him a helping hand in the kitchen. You didn't want him to do all the work alone after all, as both of you were equally exhausted from the mission before. Yeah, that was definitely not a lie, and no, you totally weren't panicking.

▪︎Sometimes Xavier would suprise you with a day off of work after he sees you having a stressful time at work with all the missions and related paper work you had to deal with the week before.

▪︎When that happens, Xavier would take you to that one new café that sells those 'cute couple themed pancakes' you mentioned at least once a day the past few days in hopes he would take the hint, and that he did. Though it has been pretty obvious, even to someone like him.

▪︎He won't tell you where you're heading to until the both of you are there though, just to tease you a little.

▪︎"Xavieer, we've been walking for fifteen minutes already. Won't you just tell me please??"

▪︎"Patience angel, were almost there."

▪︎No matter the place or time of your date Xavier always seeks some kind of skinship with you. Be it one arm draped around your figure on cuddle times on his bed to press you closer to his chest, or occasional kisses on your temple to spur you on during your turn on the claw machine while hugging you from behind.

▪︎It doesn't matter if you're out with your colleagues or some other people, you'll always feel Xavier touching you some kind of way, if not giving you full on kisses on your lips when he feels like it, whether you like it or not. And while he's at it, Xavier will make sure to leave you flushed and needy for more. You would rather do anything than admit it though. And he has the audacity to act all innocent and oblivious to his affect he has on you too, all while a slight smirk is breaking through his poker face.

▪︎"Do you have a fever? Your face has turned really hot. Should we head home?"

▪︎"N-no... I'm fine.."

▪︎There are also times when you and Xavier decide to lie out blankets and pillows to to build a blanket fort. And to make it even more comfortable you hang up fairy lights inside and take in all the plushies you won together and a few snacks Xavier got you at the supermarket beforehand.

▪︎And after he gets all drowsy and sleepy he just won't leave you alone. Xavier will cling onto you for dear life until he wakes up again and you just know that won't be in a long time. And whenever you move to loosen his tight grip on you a little, Xavier presses you even tighter against his chest, leaving small gentle kisses on your shoulder. His hot and steady breath tickles the nape of you neck, making you shudder a bit which leads him to let out a slight chuckle.

▪︎"Come closer, darling. I need you to keep me warm." He kisses the side of your neck one last time.

▪︎Yeah, he definitely won't be letting off of you anytime soon.

a/n: requests are open so feel free to suggest some ideas for future fanfics/headcanons 🫶

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Yooo this is not a request but it’s an idea and it came to me in a dream so I must share 🤭

(It’s kinda dark tho)

Okay so after Ultron, Wanda’s lost everything. Her brother, her home. So when someone *cough cough* dark Natasha comes along one day, suddenly claiming that Wanda was hers and hers alone, Wanda thought nothing of it. She needs to be loved, and Natasha was offering that. So fast forward a bit right, they’re dating. And Nat never lets Wanda see her dark or sadistic tendencies, not outright. She treats the witch with love and affection, but she’s just firm enough to make sure she follows the rules, like always listen to her, don’t leave the house without permission, and ect. And Wanda was happy to do so. After all, she had Nat. Why would she want to leave? So R, a new avenger, stumbles upon their relationship and upon seeing it’s not healthy, tries to convince Wanda of that. As expected, Natasha doesn’t take too kindly to these attempts. Wanda is hers after all. So she kidnaps R, with the full intent of torturing and killing her, but she’s like mmmm R’s kinda cute and Wanda gets kinda lonely when I have to leave for missions so what the hell. But before she can let R have any type of contact with Wanda, or anyone for that matter, she needs to be re-trained. And if Nat can corrupt a powerful witch into being dependent, submissive, and docile, she’ll have no problem doing the same to R.

Lmao sorry this was long but I had to get it out. Again, not a request, just an idea I had! 💕

Becoming Yours

Dark!Natasha x Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Summary: Natasha is possessive over Wanda in an unhealthy way. When you try to come between them things take a turn.

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Dark themes (kidnapping, torture)

A/N: I've never written something like this so I hope it's okay!

After the fall of Ultron, Wanda Maximoff was adrift in a sea of grief. She had lost everything: her brother, her home, her sense of purpose. Her heart ached with the weight of it all, a hollow space where her twin once stood. Days bled into nights, and the world seemed to blur around the edges.

Then one evening, as the shadows grew long, Natasha Romanoff appeared in her life. There was a darkness in her eyes, a fierce, possessive edge that sent shivers down Wanda’s spine. Natasha’s presence was commanding, intoxicating in its intensity.

“You’re mine, Wanda,” Natasha whispered, her voice a soft, seductive promise. Natasha’s hand caressed Wanda’s cheek to which Wanda melted against. The touch of another for the first time in months. “And I’ll never let you go.”

Wanda, desperate for an anchor, for anything to fill the void inside her, found herself unable to resist. She craved love, needed it like a drowning person needs air, and Natasha was offering her just that. The lines between right and wrong blurred as Wanda allowed herself to be enveloped by Natasha’s embrace, surrendering to the fierce passion and the promise of belonging.

In the depths of her soul, Wanda knew she was making a dangerous choice, but in her brokenness, she clung to Natasha’s love like a lifeline, allowing herself to be consumed by the darkness.

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Natasha treated Wanda with a kind of reverence, showering her with affection and care. She was the steady presence Wanda had craved in her life, always there to hold her, to whisper soothing words when nightmares of Sokovia or Ultron haunted her sleep. But Natasha was also firm, ensuring Wanda followed certain rules, ones that she insisted were for Wanda’s own good.

"Remember, always listen to me, Wanda," Natasha would say, her voice gentle but unyielding. "It's for your safety."

Wanda nodded, feeling the warmth of Natasha's hand against her cheek. "I understand, Nat. I trust you."

"Good girl," Natasha murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Wanda was happy to comply. After all, she had Natasha. Why would she ever want to leave? Natasha's rules felt like a small price to pay for the love and security she provided. Wanda never left the house without Natasha's permission, and she always made sure to check in, just as Natasha had asked. It became second nature, a routine she didn’t question.

One evening, as they sat together on the couch, Natasha's arm wrapped protectively around Wanda's shoulders, Wanda looked up and smiled. "I love this, Nat. Being here with you. It feels...right."

Natasha's eyes softened, and she stroked Wanda's hair. "It is right, Wanda. We're meant to be together."

Wanda nestled closer, feeling a deep sense of contentment. She didn't see the flicker of possessiveness in Natasha's eyes, nor did she notice the way Natasha's grip tightened ever so slightly. All she felt was the warmth of Natasha's love, and that was enough.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Wanda’s world shrank to the confines of their home, but she didn’t mind. Natasha was her world now. She didn’t need anything or anyone else. The occasional moments when Natasha’s firmness bordered on something darker, Wanda brushed aside. Natasha was only looking out for her, protecting her.

"Wanda," Natasha said one day, her tone serious. "I need you to promise me something."

"Anything," Wanda replied without hesitation.

"Never question my decisions. They're always for your benefit. Can you do that?"

Wanda nodded, her eyes filled with trust. "I promise, Nat."

"Good," Natasha said, her expression softening into a smile. "You make me so happy, Wanda."

"And you make me happy," Wanda whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

As Wanda rested her head on Natasha's shoulder, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. She was loved, she was safe, and in Natasha's arms, she had found her home. Little did she realize the delicate web she was entangled in, one spun with threads of love, control, and unspoken darkness.

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You had joined the Avengers not long after the fall of Ultron, eager to make a difference and help where you could. It didn't take long to notice the peculiar dynamic between Natasha and Wanda. At first glance, they seemed like a perfect couple, but as you observed more closely, something felt off. Natasha's control over Wanda was unnerving, and the way Wanda seemed to shrink into herself whenever Natasha was around set off alarm bells in your mind.

One day, you found Wanda alone in the common room, her eyes distant and filled with a sadness that tugged at your heart. You took a deep breath and approached her.

"Wanda, can we talk?" you asked gently, sitting down next to her.

She looked at you with a small, forced smile. "Sure, Y/N. What's up?"

"I've been noticing some things...about you and Natasha," you began cautiously. "I just want to make sure you're okay. Are you happy with how things are?"

Wanda's smile faltered, and she glanced away. "Natasha takes care of me. She's...protective. It's just her way."

"But Wanda," you pressed, "it seems like she's more than just protective. You deserve to have your own freedom, to make your own choices without fear."

Before Wanda could respond, Natasha walked into the room, her expression darkening as she saw the two of you together. "Y/N," she said in a dangerously calm voice, "I need to speak with you. Now."

You felt a chill run down your spine but nodded. "Sure, Natasha."

She led you to a secluded part of the base, her grip on your arm like a vise. Once out of earshot, she turned to you, her eyes blazing with anger. "What do you think you're doing?" she hissed.

"I'm just trying to help," you replied, keeping your voice steady. "Wanda deserves to be happy and free."

Natasha's lips curled into a cold smile. "Wanda is mine. She doesn't need your help, Y/N. But it seems you need a lesson in minding your own business."

Before you could react, Natasha struck, and darkness enveloped you.

When you awoke, you were in a dimly lit room, bound to a chair. Natasha stood before you, her arms crossed and a predatory gleam in her eyes.

"You've been a thorn in my side, Y/N," she said, circling you slowly. "But I've been thinking. Wanda does get lonely when I'm away. Maybe you can be of use after all."

You glared at her. "I'll never be a part of this. Wanda deserves better than to be controlled by you."

Natasha chuckled darkly. "Oh, you'll come around. If I can make a powerful witch like Wanda dependent, submissive, and docile, you'll be no trouble at all."

She moved closer, her face inches from yours. "First, though, I need to re-train you. Can't have you trying to contact anyone or running off, now can I?"

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Days turned into weeks, and Natasha subjected you to a relentless regime of psychological and physical conditioning. She alternated between harsh punishments and twisted rewards, breaking down your resistance bit by bit. The isolation and constant manipulation were almost unbearable, but you clung to the thought of Wanda, the determination to free her from Natasha's grip fueling your will to resist.

Natasha watched your struggle with a cold, calculating gaze. "You're strong, Y/N," she admitted one day, a hint of grudging respect in her voice. "But everyone has a breaking point."

She leaned in, her voice a whisper of menace. "And I will find yours."

Despite the darkness, you held on to a glimmer of hope. You had to believe that somewhere within Wanda, the strong, independent woman you admired still existed. If you could find a way to reach her, to show her the truth, perhaps together you could break free from Natasha's control. For now, you had to survive, endure, and wait for the right moment to turn the tables on Natasha Romanoff.

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Despite your initial resolve, Natasha's relentless conditioning eventually found your breaking point. She was a master manipulator, using a combination of psychological and physical tactics to wear you down. Isolation, sleep deprivation, and the constant pressure of her presence slowly eroded your resistance. Her voice, once a source of anger, became a guide, a comfort in the dark. She played on your fears, your loneliness, and your need for connection until you began to depend on her.

The day you broke was marked by a quiet acceptance. Natasha knew the exact moment your spirit gave in, your eyes losing that last spark of defiance. She smiled, a predatory gleam in her eyes, as she gently caressed your cheek.

"There, there," she murmured. "It's all right, Y/N. You don't have to fight anymore. You're safe now."

You nodded numbly, your world narrowing to the sound of her voice and the touch of her hand. The idea of rebellion seemed distant, almost impossible. Natasha had become your anchor, and you found a strange comfort in the structure she provided.

Natasha brought you into her fold with Wanda, and the two of you became bound by your shared dependence on her. Wanda, ever the empathetic soul, welcomed you with open arms, relieved to have someone who understood her situation. You and Wanda grew close, finding solace in each other’s company, both tethered to Natasha in your own ways.

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Life with Natasha was a blend of affection and control. She treated both of you with a kind of twisted love, ensuring your needs were met while reinforcing her dominance. She showered you with affection, making you feel valued and cherished, but there were always rules to follow.

"Remember, my loves," Natasha would say, her voice soft but firm, "I do this to protect you. You need me, and I need you."

You and Wanda nodded obediently, grateful for her attention and care. The rules became second nature: always listen to Natasha, never leave without permission, and always show her your loyalty. The outside world faded into the background, your lives revolving around Natasha and the home she had created for you.

One evening, as you and Wanda sat together on the couch, Natasha watching with a satisfied smile, you felt a pang of contentment. Wanda leaned against you, her hand in yours, and you felt a sense of belonging you hadn't known before.

"I love you both," Natasha said, her voice filled with possessive pride. "We're a family, and I'll never let anyone come between us."

You and Wanda echoed her sentiments, your voices blending in a quiet affirmation of your bond. The outside world seemed distant, almost irrelevant. You had Natasha, and in her control, you found a strange kind of peace.

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As time passed, the dynamics solidified. Natasha’s control was absolute, her presence a constant reminder of your dependence on her. She was careful never to show her darker tendencies outright, but the underlying threat was always there. You and Wanda followed her rules without question, your lives intertwined in a delicate balance of love and submission.

In those rare moments of clarity, you wondered what might have been if you had resisted longer, if you had found a way to free Wanda and yourself. But those thoughts were fleeting, quickly overshadowed by the reality of your situation. Natasha had molded you both into the perfect companions, reliant on her for everything, bound by a mixture of fear and affection.

And so, you stayed, locked in a dance of submission and control, your world defined by Natasha's rules and the strange, twisted love she provided.

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[xoxochb]

Heyyyy I saw your requests were open!! Would you do a blurb fluff of Leo Valdez x daughter of Poseidon where reader just got back to camp from a quest and Leo and reader are of course happy to see each other, but as much as they want to catch up reader is exhausted. so Leo just helps reader get settled in and it’s their first night sleeping together after weeks?? Hope that makes sense thank u 🫶

˗ˋ to you I can’t admit… that I’m just too soft for all of it ˊ˗

warnings: none!

pairing: leo valdez x daughter of poseidon

summary: all in the request!

A/N: I’m actually really proud of this, this is probably the only thing I’ve written that I’m actually happy with 😭

quests were exhausting.

you thought you grasped this idea after seeing your brother arrive back to camp after his quests, but it was so much worse than you anticipated, although this may have been because you were assigned to go on the quest alone, leaving it up to you to do everything.

It gave you a great sense of comfort to be back at camp- back in cabin three again, you had been anticipating this moment since the second you left, and you were beyond excited to take a very long nap.

lost in thought, you didn’t hear the door to cabin three open and close until you turn back around to your dresser to you see your lovely boyfriend standing beside you with a large grin on his face

you gasp, hitting him on the shoulder, “you scared me! don’t sneak around like that!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he laughed before placing a kiss on your lips, once, and then twice. he pulls away after a few moments, “when did you get back? why didn’t you come to see me?”

“uhm- an hour ago? I wanted to see you as soon as I got back but I had to go to the big house when I arrived, then I got sent to the apollo cabin for a post-quest check up, then I got back here and I’ve been unpacking my stuff, I honestly haven’t even eaten today, so I have to go get something after-“

“woah, how about you relax? you just got back you don’t have to do all this right now.” he takes both your hands in his before speaking again “how about you relax? let’s lay down for a bit.”

“okay…” you sigh “let’s go”

you let him drag you over to you bed, the both of you laying down quickly, you were eager to finally get rest after your incredibly tiring quest.

you’re quick to place your head in the crook of his neck, and leo wastes no time to wrap his arms around your waist, and with that, you allow hypnos to pull you into his realm.

[nina-ya]

lawlu brat enablers!! luffy lets you do whatever, especially bratty stuff yknow hes all for your freedom and free will, besides, you cant rlly rile him up anyways, he takes it in pride when you try anyways, he likes it

but law on the other hand, is still an enabler, but for different reasons, he will begrudgingly huff and sigh, letting you drag him around and indulging you, but only so that at the end of it he has a reason to punish you, its nothing like luffy, lu loves to see you happy, your (+his) pleasure being one of his best reasons, even in bed

but law is different, having a reason to edge, punish or even spank you, oh thats the real treat for him

eg talking back and arguing, running your mouth; with luffy its all fun and games, he likes having back and forths with you, it'll just end up in a heavy make out sesh, you on his lap, the dry humping and such

but with law, it gives him reason to shut your mouth, make you sorry, beg even (on your knees preferably)

now, an actual scenario where you end up getting gravely injured; law fixes you up but luffy is quick to ask if your okay, kiss you as much as he can, he was worried but trusted you enough

not like law, he is rlly protective, obsessive even and is therefore angry, irritate at you

so you end up like this, in this position, on all fours as law rails you, hands gripping at your hips possessively, blunt nails digging into the flesh of your hips. you're hovering over luffy who is laying beneath you, eager to kiss you, theres a trail of saliva conecting your mouths and luffy is panting, reaching his head up to connect your lips once again

something that lawlu do have in common is that they are rentless and take everything they can get <3

(i am SO SORRY that this is so long, something overtook me, also feel free to elaborate on this cuz i luv your writings and thoughts!!)

hhggnnnnn ohhh fuck nonnie i am rattling the bars of my enclosure i am so unwell you have no idea i kinda went overboard myself and kinda blabbered on so i am begging you to keep spilling those thoughts to me CW: penetrative sex, rough sex, not bet read i just wrote this in one sitting without editing or looking back lets goooo

Luffy absolutely enjoys the back and forth between you two, and its all fun and games until he is just looking at you with a dopey grin, loving the look on your face when you get so frustrated and annoyed until he grabs you, pulling you against him as he kisses you deeply. And before you know it, you're straddling him, griding against him as his hands are squeezing your hips tight enough to leave marks, heavily panting and moaning into each others mouths as you chase your highs

and its just so opposite with Law; like you said he would huff and sigh and groan but he knows deep down that he is just waiting for the moment to get you two alone so he can put you in his place. I am just picturing a moment where you are running your mouth, taunting and challenging him with every sentence that spills from your lips. His eyes are fixed on you with that intense stare, and you just know youre in for it later. He would wait until you're alone before he would pounce. His grip on you is brutal as he makes you get on your knees, shutting you up in the best way he knows-- with his cock shoved down your throat and tears streaming down your face as you choke and gasp for air

and when you get injured, those differences in reactions that you mentioned are absolutely present. Luffy is all about making sure you are okay and showering you with reassurances and kisses and affection. He trusts you without a doubt he knows you are a capable person, but that doesn't stop him from worrying for you

Law is just furious. Not at you, but at the situation, at the danger you put yourself in. That anger is a form of protectiveness in itself. He's quick to patch you up, but once thats done, Immediately on all fours for you. Your knees are digging into whatever surface below you as he positions himself behind you. There's no gentleness, just those hands on your hips with a bruising force as he lines himself up with your entrance.

And when he thrusts into you, he's relentless, each stroke powerful and a demand that you remember who is in control here. The way he fills you, stretches you, leaving you gasping, each thrust pulling whines and moans from your lips. And luffy is right under you to capture those moans with his own lips, his mouth moving against yours hungrily, swallowing your sounds of pleasure.

Law's pace is merciless; you can feel the sting of his nails digging into your skin, adding to the mix of sensations youre experiencing. "You need to be more careful" he would growl, his voice a combination of anger and lust. "I can't have you getting hurt. Understand?"

And you can only nod, too lost in your own intense pleasure-pain filled haze to form coherent words. Luffy just loves seeing you like this; he wouldn't know where to place his hands so they would always be roaming and squeezing different parts of you, but his lips always find their way to yours. He just cant get enough of you.

"so pretty like this," Luffy would murmur against your lips, his hands finding their way to your chest, squeezing the flesh and pinching your nipples between his fingers, making you jolt.

Laws thrusts would grow harder, each thrust bullying that one spot in you that has your brain melting. "tell me you understand" he would demand, urging you to answer vocally.

and thats when you would gasp, choking out some variation of "I understand" with a trembling voice that made it clear that you mind was not on his words but at the feelings coursing through your body.

Law would grunt in acknowledgement, his grip tightening as he increases his pace, the sound of flesh meeting flesh bouncing off the walls of the room. The stimulation from both of the men pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

The pressure would build inside of you until a bearable peak, your body trembling as you near your release. "Please," you would whimper, your plea directed more at Law than anyone.

And he would deny your request, growling out a "Go ahead, youve earned it" as his thrusts becoming slightly more erratic as he nears his own climax.

Finally, Law's thrusts would stutter, his hips slamming into you harshly, burying himself deep into you as he spilled inside of you. The feeling triggers your own orgasm, and you clench violently around him, trembling and gasping as you milk his cock. Luffy is right there to capture your cries with his mouth, kissing you deeply as you ride out your orgasm, his own arousal evident by the way his hips unconsciously ground against yours, desperate for more contact.

And when it's over, you collapse against Luffy, your body absolutely spent and satisfied. Law's hands, once rough against you, now gently stroke your back as he heaves, catching his own breath before collapsing against you. The three of you would lie there in a tangled sweaty mess, the air thick with the smell of sex

[imfragilelikeglass]

✧₊⁺𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦.𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⁺₊✧ 𝐏𝐭.𝟏

(Hi! I just wanted to say that this is one of the first stories that i write, sorry if it’s not so good, quick disclaimer, this is an angst story, and contains some fluff, the ending will not be a happy ending probably, i still need to decide, this is the first part, i hope you enjoy and english is not my first language so sorry for any grammar mistakes)

Ellie, Dina, Jesse, Y/N

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''i will wash all your clothes for a year, if you can make her fall in love with you''

''Bet''

''Ellie i don't think this is a good idea''

''Oh c'mon, a year without washing your clothes? Sign me up, this will be easy''

''I won't be so sure if i was you Williams, Y/n is a pretty hard person to talk to, imagine make her fall in love with''

''I won't fail, and you better go grab lots of soap for this year cause you're gonna wash all my clothes''

Ellie said cockyly, this was gonna be easy, she thought to her self.

''Ellie are you sure, i mean it's not a very cool thing to do dude''

''You guys need to chill, it's gonna be fine Y/N will fall in love with me so fast that she won't be able to leave my side evr again.''

''I won't be so cocky if i were you Williams, you got 2 weeks to make her fall in love with you, if you win i will wash your clothes for an entire year but if you fail, you're gonna have to do that for me''

''You got your self a bet''

''Good luck then''

'' I won't need it!''

Ellie watched the citizen walk away before turning back to her 2 best friends.

''What?''

''Ellie, i love you, you're my best friend, but this is a bad idea, i know it's gonna end badly''

''You guys worry too much, it's gonna be fine''

''If you say so...'' Jesse said looking at Dina worried, the same expression was also on her face.

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Y/n L/n

You were a pretty independent person, you first arrived to Jackson a year ago, and you were the same age as Ellie and her 2 friends, Jesse and Dina, although even if only a small group of people had your same age you never talked to any of them, you were alone most of the time, reading, writing, drawing, helping out the village or just admiring the sky, Dina talked to you once and you guys had a nice but short conversation.

You were kind and also independent, and prefered to stay alone, some people wouldn't understand your cold nature, some said you were so cold because some really fucked up shit happend in your past wich was reosonable, others said it was because you just didn't like people, but one thing that everybody egreed on was that you were loyal and kind, even if you didn't talk much the people in the village could still see a gentle and sweet aura in you, so most people would try to get you out of your shell but failing miserabily at doing so.

You were pretty, people knew that, but you would never let anybody get close to you.

That's why it was gonna be a pretty difficult challenge for Ellie to make you fall for her.

But she was determined.

Maybe too much, that she should've just stopped before she even started for the best...

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You just finished helping the people in the village cleaning some stuff, and you were taking a break, feeling the soft breeze against your soft skin felt like heaven, your light purple dress moving ever so slightly from the breeze.

''Can i sit here''

''You opened your eyes a bit startled by the voice and noticed a pair of soft green eyes looking at you, waiting for an answer.

''Yes, you can.''

You said moving a bit making space for her to sit down.

Ellie smiled softly and then she spoke again.

''Taking a break?''

''Yes, it's a been a tiring day''

''I could see, i kept seeing you move from place to place''

You hummed in agreement, and closed your eyes once again enjoying the peace and breeze.

After a minute or so of silence, Ellie spoke once again.

''I'm Ellie by the way, i don't think we were ever had time to talk properly before from the day you came here''

You opened your eyes softly and looked at her nodding.

''I'm Y/n''

''Nice to meet you Ellie''

''The pleasure is all mine sugar'' Ellie said, a grin on her face.

You ignored the nickname and looked at the sky once again a minute passed and you stood up on your feet making the green eyes girl look at you.

''It's getting late, i should go, good night Ellie''

''Do you want me to walk with you to your house'' Ellie said a smile on her soft lips.

''No thanks, it's fine, but thanks for the offering''

''Anytime sugar, Good Night'' Ellie said

You nodded and started to walk away, Ellie's eyes never leaving your form, now getting smaller and smaller by each second until you were nowhere to be faund.

The green eyed girl sighed softly and stood up on her feet.

Well that was a good first interaction, she was gonna make you fall for her so hard that you will never be able to leave her side again.

She was sure of it

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Thank all of you for reading, i'm sorry this chapter was pretty short i will try my best to publish the second one as soon as possible, Bye

[actual-changeling]

I think there are a lot of defining moments in Syzygy, but, for some reason, their conversation in the field really stands out to me.

We're not even half-way through the episode, and yet this is (more or less) Scully's second-to-last attempt to get Mulder to actually listen to her again.

So far, he's not only been incredibly rude and dismissive of her input and ideas, he's been actively siding with White and against her. He is choosing a side in what shouldn't even be a discussion in the first place, and he is borderline mocking her whenever she dares to open her mouth.

Whenever Scully tries to talk about it, Mulder instantly rejects her bids for attention and ridicules her further, making it seem like she's crazy for being upset over his behaviour.

"I didn't expect you to ditch me."

is countered with

"I didn't 'ditch' you."

Thing is, he DID, in fact, ditch her, and ran off with White without bothering to tell her. Scully's hurt and feeling vulnerable, so she gets more and more defensive, which Mulder then takes as "proof" that she is overreacting.

Yet even after all that, after Mulder once again refused to hear her out and mocked her, she looks at him and she tries.

He's not looking at her, but SHE is looking at HIM. Mulder catches her looking, and, as he has been doing for the entire episode, assumes hostile/malignant intent.

"Go ahead," he tells her, but it's not polite or soft, it's annoyed.

Scully's response, however, IS soft. This is her extending an olive branch, it's her trying to cross the distance and close the rift.

"No, you go ahead," and she MEANS IT. Mulder is still not looking her in the eye, and even though he must, on some level, understand what Scully is trying to do, he rejects her. Again.

What would normally be a friendly, flirty joke is twisted into something almost ugly and disrespectful; he meets her gaze, says his line, turns away. He's sitting closer to White than her.

Scully is irritated, annoyed, and deeply hurt, and Mulder is doing absolutely nothing to help with any of that. This could have been a light-hearted moment but instead it is her breaking point.

On top of that, when she tries to confront him one more time—after he left her alone to deal with the bones and went with White and not her—he doesn't even pretend to listen. Mulder doesn't respond to anything she says except to "defend" himself when she brings up whatever the fuck he has going on with White.

Her walls come down, she hides the sadness and pain behind detached indifference, tells him she's leaving for DC, and walks away.

Any other time, Mulder would have run after her.

Any other time, they would have never gotten this far with their constant arguments and animosity.

This time, though, this time he watches her go and does not even understand why she turned her back on him.

[tititilani]

Am I writing arguably my first thing in like two years for DBDA? Maybe. Do I even think it's any good? No. Do I particularly care? Also no.

This idea just wouldn't leave me alone so I banged it out in like three hours. Also fun fact, I wrote this partially by candelight because my power went out. Ambiance, anyone? I also posted this on my AO3 in case anyone wants to read this there instead. Just ignore any indiscrepancies in this, I just didn't care that much. <3

wash out the salt from my hands. 1.5 words.

Time moves differently than it does on Earth, as it turns out. Mostly pre-relationship Paineland.

He doesn’t think much of it, at first.

Charles is too caught up in relief, too relieved to have Edwin back where he can keep him safe again, to think about the weird phrasing.

“For decades.” Edwin says with a quiet hitch to his voice, more vulnerable than Charles can ever remember seeing him. He looks stripped down and vulnerable now, without the stiff bowtie and uniform that Charles is so used to seeing him in. Tear tracks mark his cheeks, cutting through the grime that seems to cover every inch of the hell pit they’ve found themselves in.

Their reunion is marred by the gruesome sounds of the last Edwin being devoured at the other end of the room and Charles can’t look too closely at the pile of corpses without getting enraged. He’s already angry at how long it took him to locate Edwin, how many times he had had to go through this loop before Charles could rescue him, but he knows where his priority lies now.

He wants nothing more than to clutch Edwin to him, stitch them together so closely that nothing could ever pry them apart again. He knows it’s not feasible (he’s checked) but he would stitch himself into Edwin’s ribcage without hesitation if it meant Edwin never had to come down to this place again. He also knows that now is not the ideal time for a big reunion, which can come after they are both safe.

“Well, I’m here now, so,” he says, pulling out a lit bomb from his bag and watching the flames glint in the depths of his best mate’s gaze.

“I have been dead for over a hundred and thirty years, after all, of course I should be the bait.”

Edwin’s tone is reasonable even if what he just said is not and he blinks when Charles levels him with a weird look because of it. Something in Charles lurches uncomfortably at the idea that Edwin should be bait for anything again, let alone a hungry beast that seems to specifically eat ectoplasm, and he’s immediately distracted away from it.

“Mate, you are not being bait. We can figure something else out that doesn’t end in you possibly being eaten.”

It’s been some months now since Charles gave a metaphorical finger to hell and rescued the other ghost but the idea of Edwin intentionally being put back in danger still scrapes over nerves that are far too raw. The Edwardian may look as though he is back to his normal posh self, all stiff bowties and perfectly parted hair but he has seen Edward flinch at enough dolls in enough windows to know he is not completely back to normal. Them managing to get Niko back was like slotting a missing puzzle piece back into Edwin’s frame but Charles still knew that there were pieces that could probably never be found.

Edwin frowns at him, fussing with his bowtie in a rare tell. “Per my books, this creatures likes older ghosts for its course – who else can we use?”

Charles thinks on the new and improved cricket bat tucked away in his bag. “I’ve been dead thirty years – should be enough to get the thing’s attention, yeah?”

“Absolutely not!”

(For once, Charles wins an argument.)

The witch is giving him the creeps.

One of her two eyes is bulging out far enough Charles is kind of worried it’s just going to...pop out. He’d try to catch Edwin’s eye but his nose is too far buried in one of the tomes the witch had given them to notice the way said witch is fixated on Charles. She seems to be mostly harmless at least, or at least hasn’t tried anything to make him reach for his bag but the way she is staring at him still has him on edge.

“Your bones are so old now but you are older still,” she tells him in a croaky old voice finally like it’s some sage wisdom and Charles just...has no idea what he’s supposed to do with that. Those books better be so worth it.

“Pretty sure my bones and I are the same age, ta,” he tells her in a voice he really hopes hides how completely bananas he thinks she is. He thinks she’s absolutely around the bend but is trying to play nice to make sure Edwin gets to play in her bookstore as long as he wants to. He’d be willing to deal with a lot worst things if it means he gets to enjoy the little sparkle that new books always put in Edwin’s green eyes.

The bulging eye bulges even more and he leans back in his seat a tad just in case there’s suddenly a splash zone. “Souls are aged by realms traveled,” she says in an even more grave tone while somehow making even less sense at the same time. He has no idea where Edwin has disappeared to in the books stacked precariously around the store but Charles hopes he surfaces soon.

Preferably before an eye falls into his lap or something.

It’s a dark night and Edwin’s head is in his lap.

There are no open cases at the moment, no one in the office, and an abandoned game of Cluedo is on the table. As ghosts, their sense of touch is almost completely nonexistent but Charles still swears that he can feel every strand of Edwin’s hair as he runs his fingers through it. He’s trying to be as gentle as he can be because Edwin deserves every scrap of gentleness Charles can give.

Edwin’s eyes are closed and that little wrinkle that is so common between his eyebrows has been smoothed away into unlined skin by Charles’ thumb. He can’t be super comfortable, his long legs draped over the other arm of the couch, but he also doesn’t seem inclined to move. Ghosts don’t have the ability to sleep or Charles would think Edwin had dozed off against his thigh.

They had been talking a little bit ago but that had faded off and for once, Charles didn’t feel the need to break the silence just yet. He has Edwin close and comfortable and safe and he finds he doesn’t need much else at this moment.

“I did not think I could have this,” Edwin murmurs finally, his tone soft and wondering. He hasn’t opened his eyes yet, something Charles is momentarily grateful for. He knows that if Edwin looked up at him, moonlight in his emerald eyes, that there is nothing Charles wouldn’t do to give him anything. “A century in hell was almost worth it.”

Charles’ hand pauses. “A century?”

Maths was never his best subject in school but even he knows the difference between seventy years and a hundred years. The two of them are so tangled together on the couch that he can feel the moment tension returns to Edwin, tightening up his lanky frame and when he finally opens an eye to look up at him, he looks almost worried.

“I wasn’t sure at first,” he finally says, voice hushed in the darkness of their office. “But time moves differently in hell. This last time in Port Townsend was about a decade. My first...visit was closer to ninety, I think.”

Charles’ hand spasms at that, the only thing keeping him from clenching it is the fact he doesn’t want to even accidentally pull on Edwin’s hair, even if it wouldn’t be felt. Edwin deserves so much gentleness. The sheer magnitude of how much time he had spent down in hell, fruitlessly attempting to outrun its horror, would make Charles sick if he still had a stomach.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks finally when his urge to scream has faded. After another moment, he resumes petting Edwin and almost against his will, the other boy’s eyes slide closed.

“I did not want you to know how long I was down there,” Edwin says in a low voice. “I thought you might be angry.”

“Never,” Charles says fiercely, voice almost too loud in the quiet of their room. “I would never have left you down there, even if it had taken me a thousand years.” He swallows back everything else he wants to say, like the fact Edwin spent so much longer than even a few hours being tormented by a spider-doll demon makes Charles wish he had another doorway and a molotov cocktail or twelve.

I would tear hell apart for you. I will never let you be taken again. I love you.

He thinks it’s an okay time to say it but it lodges in his throat. Charles wants it to be a perfect time, not just an okay time. He didn’t need forever to figure out how he feels about Edwin but he has forever to make it just right. It is the least Edwin deserves.

He looks back down at Edwin to see he is already looking back and he was right – the moonlight in his eyes makes Charles want to give him anything, everything.

[666writingcafe]

MC's Boogeyman

Solomon

As MC leaves the stand and walks over to the chest, I look over at Diavolo and Belphegor. They look as worried as I feel. You see, the test that Craxon has assigned to MC hasn't been used in many centuries, because the boogeyman has a tendency to drive people mad from fear. Some have even died. The last time the boogeyman was utilized was as a means of torture, and that was shortly after I got kicked out of the Society.

Craxon clearly wants to know what MC's biggest fear is--his prolonged silence earlier indicates that much--but I have no idea why he'd need that information. Then again, he often keeps his cards close to his chest, so it's usually hard to tell what's going through his mind at the best of times.

MC takes a deep breath and indicates that they're ready. The chest is open, and the boogeyman flies out of it in a flash of bright purple light. The room becomes pitch black for a few seconds before revealing that the boogeyman has transformed into...

MC?

At least, I think it's MC. Between the glowing eyes and sinister grin, their features are nearly unrecognizable.

I watch my apprentice shake as the boogeyman circles them.

"You poor thing," it coos mockingly. "You just can't control yourself, can you?"

"Stop it," MC whispers, causing the boogeyman to snicker.

"What's wrong? Too scared to confront the truth?" It stops behind MC and leans close to their ear. "You're a monster, darling. How is anyone supposed to feel safe around you?"

MC clenches their jaw as a few tears escape their eyes, and I have to stop myself from launching myself at the boogeyman. Judging by the looks on Belphegor and Diavolo's faces, they're having a similar struggle.

"One day, everyone will come to their senses and realize that trying to keep you alive and sane is an unnecessary burden," the boogeyman continues. "Your death would benefit the greater good."

"Enough," MC murmurs. The boogeyman tuts in disapproval.

"Pathetic."

"I'm not pathetic."

"Sure you are. Why do you think the most powerful people in the three realms are interested in you? You're like a wounded animal that they can't help but feel sorry for. They don't actually care about you. They'll turn you out the moment you become too dangerous. After all, they can't have you slaughtering their own kind just because someone hurt your precious little feelings."

"Enough!" MC glares at the boogeyman. "I may be a freak of nature, but that doesn't mean that I'm unworthy of love."

"Is that so?" MC nods.

"I have thought about ending my life on many occasions, but each time these guys give me a reason to stay. If they didn't love me, they wouldn't even try." The boogeyman bursts out laughing, but instead of cowering, MC stands their ground.

"Oh, you're actually serious," the boogeyman states once it composes itself.

"Of course I am," MC replies. "My life is not a joking matter." The boogeyman rolls its eyes, but I can tell that it's losing its power. For one, it appears a bit smaller than it did a few moments ago.

"Furthermore, a literal reaper went out of her way to ensure my survival, even though I only knew of her existence a few days prior," they add. "If that isn't a sign that I'm meant to be alive, then I don't know what is." Silence. The boogeyman continues to shrink.

"And even if I feel helpless and weak, I know for a fact that these guys will support me every step of the way. I almost feel sorry for you, because you'll never know what it's liked to be loved by even one person, let alone several. You'll just be seen as a mere object, a tool at best." MC directly calling out the boogeyman causes it to screech loudly as it quickly disappear back into its chest. Once the lid closes, MC collapses onto the ground and begins sobbing.

I look up at Craxon, and he silently nods, granting me permission to comfort MC. Diavolo and Belphegor are close behind.

In my opinion, MC has earned their star of humility.

Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @thunderlightning351, @l3v1chan, @anxious-chick, @5mary5, @expressionless-fr

[tragedybunny]

Slow Dancing In a Burning Room - Interlude

༺Summary༻

In a moment of weakness, Serafina helped Astarion ascend, forever altering him and their relationship. Irrevocably bonded in violence, can she survive life at his side, or will she be broken by the cycle of pain and terror.

༺Pairing༻ Astarion x Serafina (Female Tav)

༺Warnings༻ Dubcon / Noncon elements , violence, toxic / abusive relationships

༺Word Count༻ 1332

༺Masterlist༻

༺A/N༻ I am engaging in a fantastic idea I had for this story.

Thanks to @leomonae for the beta and being an amazing friend.

And thanks to @elorathebard for the fun image at the end.

Read on AO3

꧁༺Interlude - A Most Pressing Question ༻꧂

༺Serafina finds herself back in Astarion's good graces and their relationship appears to be headed to a better place. In fact, the Vampire Ascendant has something of great import to ask his consort.༻

Serafina stepped from the carriage into the blinding brilliance of the day. They'd been traveling for days, their destination unknown to her. 

Only a couple of days after the whole affair with Navril, Astarion had woken her at dawn. “Get dressed, little love, I want to take you somewhere.” 

Astarion had been affectionate and cheerful with her following that night. She’d wanted to sink into that feeling, let it wrap around her and keep her warm and safe. But the sight of Navril lying unmoving on the floor wouldn't leave her, and a part of her kept constantly waiting for the sudden shift in his moods she'd become used to. 

He'd kissed her sweetly that morning, though, tugging her out of bed with childish glee, and she’d pushed back down all her anxiety. “Where, my love?” she’d asked, playing along. 

Astarion had kissed the tip of her nose. “It's a surprise. Now get dressed and come down for breakfast.”

Breakfast. The word had set her nerves on fire. He'd expect her to eat again. 

“Hurry along,” he’d urged, kissing her once more time, before leaving her alone. 

Breakfast had turned out to be a mercifully unconscious woman, draped over the dining room table. “A murderer, I can promise your overly delicate sensibilities, my dear.” He’d guided her to sit in a chair near one of the woman’s outstretched arms. 

The kindness had seemed unusual even for the last few days. “B-but Navril…”

Astarion had made an exasperated noise. “He came to me seeking to take your place! He would have seen you dead. Think of it as attempted murder.”

She hadn’t been sure she believed any of it, but Astarion sinking down into the chair next to her and wrapping his arms around her had been enough for her to drop it. Maybe the woman really was a murderer. The unending hunger had already been making her salivate, so she’d brought the arm to her mouth and bitten down into her wrist. 

They'd left as soon as she’d finished her meal. The windows on the carriage had the shades pulled tight for the whole ride – so as not to spoil the surprise, Astarion had said. They’d traveled at a brisk pace, only stopping for a few hours at a time, to eat; mercifully, he’d allowed her to hunt animals without argument, and briefly escape the confines of the carriage. 

Although he had been completely pleasant this trip, it hadn’t stopped her from noticing the tension in him as the carriage cut across the rough roads. It had worried her to see the tightness in his shoulders and the furrow in his brow. Sitting next to him, she'd reached over to capture his hand and squeeze it gently, like she would have back in the early days of their relationship. “What troubles you, my love?”

This was right, this was how it should be. She’d comforted Astarion so many times back then; sworn to keep his heart safe. The ascension had driven a wedge between them; she couldn't lie to herself, the magnitude of it had affected his behavior in the worst way. But he was coming back to her, little by little.

Beside her, he’d frozen and she’d felt his hand grow restless in her grasp. “Nothing, darling; I just hate traveling so far from home.” 

“I think it's exciting – we haven't been this far from home since we met. It's like another little adventure together, only with less possibility of a gruesome death.”

Astarion had let out a sharp laugh, and, pulling his hand from hers, had teasingly patted her on the head. “Please, my sweet, those days were torture and I was a pathetic mess. But count on you to see some good in it. Now be a dear, and find a book to read; I've got some correspondence to attend to.”

Inwardly, she’d sighed. It was like he'd forgotten all the good about those days – and about himself. It wasn't worth pushing it though. Not when things were finally on the mend.

Thankfully, his temper had remained even throughout the remainder of the journey, until he;d finally declared their destination reached. 

Earlier that day, when they’d stopped, Astarion had given her a plain blue linen dress to change into, something like she would have worn at camp during their adventure. She’d been pleasantly surprised to see him also change into something reminiscent of that time, including a shirt so like that one she'd watched him mend over and over. 

While her eyes adjusted to the brightness that would have been lethal to any other vampires, the sound of rushing water and the aroma of a beach washed over her. In confusion and disbelief, her gaze swept over the area; the landscape before her was burned into her memories. 

“Surprised, darling?” Astarion came up behind her and looped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. “I promise not to pull a knife on you this time.” 

A smile tugged at her lips, at the memory and at the sweetness of this surprise. “You remembered where it was perfectly.”

Releasing her, he clasped her hand instead, and began to lead her along, farther down the beach. “How could I ever forget the spot where I fell from the sky and my life started anew? The spot where I met you.”

Astarion stopped to fix her with a soft gaze; her undead heart managed to flutter in her chest.  “Astarion…” She still wasn't sure what they were doing here, but for the moment, everything seemed perfect. “This spot means the world to me as well.” 

“Of course it does, my treasure.” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “Now, I'm sure you're wondering why we're all the way out here. It seemed the perfect spot to start our lives anew once again.”

Astarion snapped his fingers; a servant came running from the carriage to place a box in his hand before backing away reverently. 

“Serafina, my beloved consort, it would please me greatly if you would become my wife.” He opened the box to reveal a ring bearing a heart-shaped ruby surrounded by a cluster of diamonds. The sun glinted off it blindingly. 

Truthfully, the ring was a monstrosity. But she could live with that. A small sacrifice, for the growing warmth inside her that had nothing to do with the sun. Beginning anew: something she was very familiar with. And even without Titania’s power, this time could hold as much promise as the times before. 

“My love, nothing would make me happier,” she said, leaning in for a kiss. 

Astarion gave her a quick peck and hurried to pull the ring from the box and slip it onto her finger. He brushed his lips over her knuckles before releasing her hand. “With that settled, let’s get back to civilization. This wilderness…” 

He trailed off and made a noise of disgust. 

Her heart sank a little; all that travel, and they couldn’t even stay to reminisce for a moment? But Astarion had never been fond of experiencing raw nature, and it wasn’t worth it to try and press him to stay longer and perhaps ruin this better mood of his. And so, her arm wrapped securely in his, she walked back toward the waiting carriage. 

“Perhaps we could stop in and see Halsin, since the road goes through that area,” she offered brightly, stepping into the waiting dark of the carriage. It had been so long since they’d seen any of their friends. 

Behind her, she could feel Astarion’s posture stiffen, the change in his mood tangible. “Is that really your first thought after getting engaged?” 

“Love, it’s just that - well, we haven’t had the chance since…”

“I have business to get back to, my sweet. I’m sure Halsin can be persuaded to endure the city to attend our wedding.”

She nodded, and settled in for the ride back. He was right: there was always the wedding. 

[lovearthur]

Hi could you write about Hosea helping GN!Reader getting comfortable in camp? Like platonically, such as a scenario of reader living with the Van Der Linde gang after their family passed, etc? Thanks!💞 (Side note; I love your blog sm!)

𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 (𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓓! gn! reader . shy reader if u squint . u dont know who the vdl gang is,, sorry . u try to steal from hosea but fail miserably . not proofread as usual lol

u were stricken with grief. grief, confused and most of all, u were vulnerable. really vulnerable.

after ur parents passed, life got duller and more gloomy. u had no idea what to do with urself. yes u have some friends but none of them were that close to u and so u had no one. no one at all. life only got worst after ur family home was set alight, leaving u alone forever. if only ur father didn't mess that gang...

and now u were now walking through a town. valentine it was called. u weren't sure why u were even here. its not like u had any money but u were starving by now. some people gave u weird looks but u ignored them, having bigger problems to deal with. then u noticed a two men walk into one of the saloons, one had hair black as the nightsky, he was nice dressed. the cigar hanging out his mouth added to his charismatic image. the other had hair silver as jewellery u would see in thos fancy, high society stores, he was dressed in a similar way, seemingly they were good friends. u weren't raised up properly but u also needed some money.

surely he wouldn't see u thieving, would he?

u followed them into the saloon and stayed close behind to make sure they didn't see u. to ur loving hope, it was busy, so there was no way they could see u.. knowing what u were about to do. they got comfortable quickly as the black-haired gentleman ordered drinks for themselves. u subtly began to walk around, stepping closer and closer to them, u were sure u could rob the older man, he may be slow in agility unlike u. u were a quick thinker and yet ur heart was pounding. u weren't a thief but a good person.

ur heart only continued beating quicker and quicker, as ur hand got closer to the money clip that was tucked into the gun holster of the man then u did it. finally u had some money to buy urself some good food. u quickly moved past, making ur way to the exit door that was across the room, closing the door behind u as a sigh of relief left ur body. u tucked it in ur shirt pocket before u walked around to the side of the building to blend in with the public once more. suddenly, u were hit with a problem.

the two men. the older man that u stole from, although he didn't look upset. u almost felt ur heart drop at the sight of them, only now that they looked very intimidating. much more intimidating, noticing the guns holstered at their hips. u quickly took the clip of money out ur shirt pocket and threw it on their direction and he caught it with no problem. he was about to say something before the older man gave him a stern look before looking back at u.

“'m sorry for stealin', not gonna ever do it again but just- please dont kill me.” u say, keeping ur gaze on them. u were terrified. u didn't mean it, it was just an impulse move, u were hungry! and yet, they didn't do anything. didn't take our guns or react in a threatening manner, yet u still felt nervous. the older man picked up the money clip while the black-haired gentleman spoke. “don't you have somewhere to go, dear? a home or family?” the other man said and u shook ur head. “my parents passed away. 'nd my home was burnt down by some gang. got nothin' 'nd no one. just me.” u replied, keeping ur guard up. they looked at each other other, talking through the gaze of their eyes. they were the window to the soul as one would say. the older man looked at u. “... you're welcome to come with us, miss. just till you're back on your feet 'nd ye decide what u want to do.”

⠀ ⠀⠀꒰ྀིㅤㅤ ಿㅤ　﹒　　 ׅ 　ㅤׂ　　 ݃　　♱

and so here u are. being taken to their camp. u were on a horse, ur arms rested on the hips of the other man, dutch was his name. the one u stole from, his name was hosea. they both seemed nice enough but as u got closer u heard more chatter and nice scent of some food cooking which gave u a little hope. but what u mostly hoped for is that they all like u.

once the three of u were there, dutch was kind enough to help u down first, u murmured a small “thank you, mr van der linde.” which earned a smile from him. dutch and hosea both hitched off their horses. “if anyone gives trouble which they shouldn't, come me to or dutch.” hosea says, giving u a kind gaze. u nodded at his words “thank u, mr matthews.”

u mostly kept to urself, for now anyway. sitting by the outskirts of the camp, mourning and grieving about ur parents and ur home. u just.. couldn't believe it, u were in still in mere shock, to be honest. brushing u away from ur thoughts, u heard some footsteps coming towards u which caused u to look up, hosea. he hands you a bowl of stew which u were so relieved about, u were so scared to get it urself being in a such a strange place.

hosea sat beside u as u thanked him, he looks at u. “sorry about your family, miss. [name].” u looked at him before u took a bite. “... thank you for not.. killin' me” he nodded slightly, shifting a little. “could tell you're not the type to be a thief. was more worried about dutchh taking it not too kindly. im not like that, either.” he says softly, like he was trying to make u more comfortable being here, which u appreciated. “thank you, anyway. means a lot.” after some silence feel between the two of u, an older woman came to u both, ms. grimshaw. “miss [name]. ive putcha with the girls, hope thats alright with you.” she states and u nodded quickly at her words. “yes, thank you, ms. grimshaw.” u replied with a small smile.

this might finally been the good u so prayed for. ur life before was so dark, so filled with ur sadness, ur longing to be hugged by ur parents just once more, like the small child u once were.

hosea showed the way to the girls wagon, where u would be sleeping beside 3 girls. “go rest now, [name]. these girls will make sure you're okay.” those girls were karen, tilly and mary-beth. u were nervous at first, mot sure if they were going to accept a stranger but they did. tilly was the first girl to welcome u, tell everyone's names, who to talk to and who to avoid.

what a warm welcome from a gang of outlaws.

[kookoofufu]

Kaido: Yamato identifies as a boy and I couldn't be more pleased! I want the future ruler of Wano to be happy and secure with himself, it sets a good example for the slaves. Big Mom: You let go of a perfectly breedable young girl! You'll regret that, don't you want grandchildren? Whitebeard: Who cares? It's better to have a boy as an heir anyway. Big Mom: Wow, I didn't know you were such a sexist pig. Whitebeard: I'm sexist? You are such a snowflake- Shanks, blitzed out of his mind: Did everyone try the blunt? I thought the blunt was lovely.

[rene-darling]

WHEN- you store things inside your boobies

...very obviously fem reader lmao, you store things in the middle of your chest...

...lyney...xiao...itto...wanderer...

Lyney

You're showing lyney a card trick that learned.

But no matter how much he tries to figure out where you hid the card he just can't get it.

He never usually does this but he's just too curious!!

So he's been asking- no, begging for you to tell him how you did it and where you hid the card!

After much pleading and you repeating "a magician never reveals her secrets" you finally spill.

You tell him to watch carefully and he nods.

His eyes widen and his mouth drops open as he burns red.

You reach down your shirt and pull out a card from in between your boobes

"I- you uh..ah.." he's stuttering, not sure what would be an appropriate response to this.

You just laugh "see, this is why I said you can't do this trick, your tits are too small darlin"

"h-hey- making you blush is my job! Not the other way around!"

he's used to making snarky remarks or dirty jokes he can't believe he fell for this!

Xiao

Xiao recently gifted you some adeptus beads

They were meant to ward away evil spirits and demons and keep you safe when he's not around

However, he's noticed that he can't seem to find you wearing them around your neck, so he decided to ask you about it

"y/n where are you keeping the beads I gave you? I didn't give them to you just for you to leave them somewhere to collect dust."

He huffed offended you wouldn't keep the charm on you.

You already insisted on not calling his name when in trouble so you should at least keep the beads on you!

You just looked at him amused telling him you had them on you but he insisted you showed them to him, so you did.

Pulling down the neckline of your shirt you reached your hand in to grab said beaded necklace.

His mouth dropped once you showed it to him and his face bloomed "i- y-you..you have no respect for the adepti!" he vanished after yelling that likely to hide his blushing face, and his boner

Itto

Recently you've hid one of ittos little purple bugs right before his little match with some kid

He's frantically searching for said bug, insisting that he has to take that one or he won't win! Not that he will either way

"y/nnnnn! Are you sure you haven't seen my little bugger! I really need it!" he's whining like a little baby!

Feeling bad for him you finally relent telling him you might have an idea of where his beetle could be

"REALLYYYY!!! You're the best babe-" you tell him to watch carefully as you pull your shirt down and from in-between your valleys crawled out the purple beetle you had hidden

His mouth dropped his eyes looked like they would pop out of their sockets (imagine gojo when he looked at megumi)

"not fair y/n! Why does the beetle get to stay there and not me!" he's thinking about it being unfair,

Then the next second he wants to see if the beetle would fit in between his tits,

Of course, they do. I mean have you seen his tits? He's very proud of that fact

Wanderer

Nahida recently sent the both of you on an expedition together

He acts like he's not happy but deep down he's happy to be traveling alone with his beloved

Recently you both stopped at a shop to buy something but he had forgotten his mora back at camp.

He looked towards you waiting for you to pay, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you when you looked at him amused and asked "you sure"

"just pay." well, he insisted, so why would you deny?

As soon as you reached down your shirt his mind short-circuited

You pulled out a mora pouch and handed some mora to the shop keeper like it was nothing and then again stuffed the pouch down your tits.

Grabbing the things you started walking away as wanderer stood there just blushing violently

Looking back you yelled "are you coming or not darling?" he snapped out of it following after you

"did you really have to do that in fucking public?" he huffed in embarrassment, walking back home with a boner is annoying