#so it'll just be sand on the bottom

[bandgie]

Before Class

virgin!hueningkai x fem!reader

synopsis: You were Kai's lifelong bully, and you weren't planning on stopping your harassment towards him. As you have got older though, you've had to change your strategies. Now that you're both in college, there been quite a few tips you've learned on how to humiliate Kai.

warnings: MDNI 18+, DUBIOUS, college au, public oral (m receiving), handjob, bully reader, kai is sensitive (he doesn't have a backbone), cum eating, degrading, genital degradation (m receiving), begging, dom!reader, sub!Kai, mentions of Yeonjun, idk

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Getting to class early was a must, parking was horrible after a certain time. You sat on the second floor of the library pretending to work on your assignments. Instead, you were observing his large frame hunched over a desk. Kai hadn't seen you when he walked in, and you're grateful for that. Not because you were nervous or embarrassed for what you did to him just a few days ago, but because it left you room to plan. 

Making Huening Kai cry was always a goal of yours. It was so easy when you were in elementary school. All you had to do was pull on his hair, throw some sand in his eyes and the waterworks would begin. As you've gotten older though, it wasn't as simple. You resorted to cursing him out, getting other kids to join in on you, but he was a tough cookie. 

There was just something about his tears that excited you. How red his nose got, the quiver in his bottom lip. Like art honestly, he was beautiful in his rawest form. There was something wrong with you for sure, maybe you needed to see someone for your obsession with Kai. How could you though, when he made it so effortless for you to keep harassing him?

You briefly thought of letting him go today, but your resolve was quickly dissipated when someone approached him. She was cheery, seemingly happy looking at Kai. He stood up quickly and awkwardly smiled at her. You assumed she must be a classmate talking about work, but when she made him laugh, your chest tightened. 

They had to be more than classmates, it wasn’t like it was often someone would approach you outside of class either.  Friends maybe? But with how pink Kai's cheeks had gotten, you think there might be a little crush going on. You hastily pack your papers, shove your notebook and folder into your backpack and standup from your table. 

Jealousy is probably the right word to use, but there was no way you would admit that. You just can’t stand seeing Kai smiling, hate how his lips curl and his teeth shine in the artificial light. He would look  much better sobbing, and you are planning on making that happen sooner rather than later.

Your wedges click on the ground as you approach the two. You can feel your blood rising hearing Kai's soft responses. You don't even need to speak to announce your arrival, you can see Kai's eyes widen in fear. 

Good.

"Oh Kai! I just wanted to pop in and say hi," you smile sweetly at both of them. She spins to see you, returning a friendly smile. She opens her mouth to speak, mostly likely to introduce herself, but you don't think you can fake your persona much longer. "I just needed to steal him from you if you don't mind." You reach for Kai's sleeve and pull him towards you. 

He hesitantly trudges to you, his eyes begging at his friend to save him. "Oh when were you going to be done? We had to work on-" You spare her a glance to interrupt her, "Actually, I think it'll take a while. Isn't that right Hyuka?" 

Kai stiffens at the sound of his nickname, one he hadn't heard in years. His terrified eyes dart to your own before turning back to his friend. "Y-Yeah," his voice is shaky. "I'm sorry, it'll just be a- a moment. I'll catch you after class." The girl eyes you warily, her gaze landing on your grip on Kai's sleeve. Rather than voicing her concern, she nods, "Sure. See ya soon then.”

You turn on your heels and pull Kai along with you. Kai can easily keep up thanks to his long legs, but he's trying to subtly slow his steps so he can delay his bad treatment. He has no idea what you have in store for him, and to be honest, neither do you. All you can think about is how easily he spoke to her, how eager he seemed. Kai has grown into an attractive man, that much you can admit. You just hate knowing he's beginning to catch the eyes of others. 

It's selfish, but you want him to think about only you. Whether it's from fear, anxiety, hatred, you need him to think about you as often as you think about him. After all, it isn't fair that you're the only one obsessed.

You spot the all-gender restroom and quickly take cover there. There’s nobody inside, it’s still early in the morning. You shove Kai into a stall and squeeze/crowd in yourself before locking the door. 

Being this close to him is nothing new, but being in such a confined space is definitely something you hadn't done before. Kai's figure towers over you, he could easily overpower you and leave. Instead, he keeps his hand by his sides and nervously eyes you. He's expecting you to berate him, to remind him of what a loser he is and how no one could ever stand the thought of him.

Instead, you drop to your knees. Kai's eyes widen in disbelief. You grab his belt, quickly loosening it. He moves to block you, gently pulling your hands away. "What are you doing!? Wait! Don't-" You look up at him and sneer, "Don't fucking tell me what to do. Move your hands."

For the first time in ages, Kai disobeys. He shakes his head and locks his arms over his crotch. "You can't," his voice is pleading. "I have to go to class, an-and I haven't... no one’s really..." He trails off. The redness in his face says it all. "Oh I get it," you smirk. "Are you a little virgin?"

At first Kai doesn't answer, but the pinch of your nails on his hands make him yelp. "Y-Yes..." his voice is small, weak. It sends shivers down your spine. You peel his hands away and leave them at his sides. He lets you, too petrified from his confession to really care anymore. 

"I shouldn't be surprised," you start. "You're probably too busy jerking off, watching porn like a loser. I bet you don't even have feeling in your dick anymore." You unloop his belt from the holes and slowly unbutton his pants. Kai clenches and unclenches his fists. You can hear him breathing heavily above you, and as pathetic as it is, it turns you on.

You pull his pants all the way down to his ankles and face his navy blue boxers. Experimentally, you let your hand rub over his crotch. You grip and rub over his limp dick, hearing him inhale sharply. "You're liking this huh? Hah, telling me to stop when you wanted it the whole time." Rather than answering, Kai bucks his hips to you.

You laugh at him, still making sure to apply pressure to his groin. "Fucking slut, bet you'd let anyone touch your cock. That lonely huh?" You grab the waistband of his boxers with your other hand. He stops you before you can pull them down. "Please," he begs. You look up at his glossy eyes, his sweaty forehead, the hair sticking so prettily  to it. 

Growing irritated with his refusals, you give a soft flick to his cock. Kai jolts at the sensation, even whimpers from pain. "Ask me that again, I'll bite it off," you threaten. This time he doesn’t fight when you pull his dick out. The space between your legs throb at the sight, and you lick your lips eagerly. 

His cock is twitching from stimulation, a flushed pink at the tip. There are a few blue veins that pop out from the paleness, a stark contrast to the dark pubes above it. At least he trims, you think. You didn't want pubic hair stuck in your teeth once you were finished with him.

Kai's legs tremble in anticipation, and you run your hands up and down his thighs. You carefully take his tip in first, letting the salty precum cover your tastebuds. The warmth of your mouth has Kai jolt, the feeling completely foreign to him. You steady yourself on his upper thighs as you start taking him deeper. The back of your throat opens for more room, and it doesn't take long to feel him stretch it out. 

Your movements are slow as you drag your lips down Kai's length. His cock feels smooth in your mouth, and you place your tongue on the underside of him. He groans when you deep throat him, and his hips slightly thrust upwards to chase your mouth. A surprised gasp tumbles out of your mouth from the force, making you pull away completely.

You angrily look up at Kai's flushed face, "Did I say you could move?" Kai lets out a soft sob and shakes his head, "No! I'm sorry. Oh fuck I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." You can see the tears in his eyes, the blush on his face. It's tempting to keep making him feel bad, to get those salty tears down his face, but you take pity on him. Your hand reaches for his dick and gives it a few pumps. 

He twitches and moans, still apologizing for his behavior. "I'll let it go this time since you're a virgin or whatever," you start. "But do that again and I'll leave you with your small dick like this, and no one will help you out like I am." Kai nods absentmindedly, his focus completely on your fingers. 

It's hard to admit, but you really like hearing Kai moan. His breathless whimpers, his choked sobs, the way he says your name like he's begging you to stop and keep going. There was no way, after years of bullying Kai, that you would willingly place yourself between his legs. Yet here you are, knees bruising up from the hard tile and your pussy throbbing from neglect. 

A wet sound comes out  when you place his cock back where it was in your mouth. It's lewd, but the noise is easily drained out by Kai's groans of appreciation. You can tell he's focusing on remaining still with the way his hands are bunching up his shirt. A smile finds your lips when a harsh suck makes his cries echo in the bathroom. 

"You're lucky no one's in here," you say when you briefly pull away. One hand strokes him and the other plays with his balls simultaneously. "Imagine if that bitch saw you now? You think she'd still like you after seeing what a whore you are?" Kai shakes his head at your questions. "N-No."

You hum in satisfaction with his admission, placing kisses on his cock. Before you have the chance to take him back in your mouth, you hear the door to the restroom open. Footsteps echo through the previously empty room, and Kai looks like he's seen a ghost. He looks down at you, a small desperate shake in his head. Don't.

You only grin in response, eagerly forcing his cock down your throat. Kai jolts and his mouth flies open in a silent moan. Your movements are much faster now, magnifying the pornographic noises coming from your mouth. You push even further. You unhinge your jaw and take him deep, bruising the back of your throat. 

Kai's pubes tickle your nose when you hit his pelvis, and you gag around his girth. Spit dribbles down your chin, landing on your thighs and the floor. You feel nothing but arousal when you realize the unsuspecting witness has stopped moving, attentively listening to the lewd sounds echoing from your stall.. Kai notices too and shakes his head aggressively. He can’t control the tears collecting at the corner of his eyes anymore, sending waves of pleasure to your core. 

"If you're gonna fuck, can you do it somewhere else? People are tryna piss," the bystander finally calls out. You recognize the voice immediately, and so does Kai. Yeonjun sounds rather irritated, not bothering to wait for a reply as he leaves. Kai slumps in relief when he hears the restroom door swing shut again, only managing to let out a groan when he tries to speak.

Even without the extra audience you still put your best show on for Kai. Your fingernails are gripping his thighs, drool hanging off your bottom lip as you keep throatfucking yourself on Kai's dick. Kai bites his lower lip so harshly he thinks it'll bleed, but that pain is nothing compared to the pleasure you're giving him.

You can feel your arousal seep through your underwear, down the inner parts of your thighs. You think about fucking him, how good his cock would feel stretching you out. He probably wouldn't even know how to fuck you right. You might have to bounce on his cock while he sits on the toilet. As dirty as that thought is, there's more pleasure in watching Kai writhe above you.

His length twitches in your mouth. You use your hand to stroke the parts your mouth can't reach, and you maintain a steady rhythm. Kai's whines get more and more out of control and without thinking, he brushes the hair out of your face. There's a delicate moment when he locks eyes with you, making sure to get a good look at your face as he cums in your mouth. 

The hot spurts make you gag, but you force your mouth to stay on his cock so as to not waste a single drop. Kai looks like bliss with his eyes slanted and mouth open in a long moan. He’s still looking at you, almost as if he actually wants to see you.  The thought makes your stomach flip. 

You purposely take a long time pulling your mouth off his cock, his cum still settling in your mouth. Your knees scream in protest as you stand to face Kai. You wrap your hand at the back on his neck and drag him down to your height. Your other hand finds his mouth and pulls it open as you purse your lips. 

"Say ahh..."

Kai's cum leaks from your mouth in thick globs, landing on his tongue. He grimaces at the taste but keeps still. His lips are so close to your own, and for a second you debate kissing him. But then you’d miss how he swallows his own cum, how he would cough as the thick substance slides down his throat. 

You spit the remaining cum into his mouth before licking your own lips. Kai covers his mouth and squeezes his eyes as he tries to swallow it all without gagging, tears sliding down his face. Your thumb wipes one away and you bring it to your mouth, adding to the salty taste. 

"It tasted good huh, Hyuka?" 

He opens his eyes and shakes his head pitifully, making you laugh. You do the honors of pulling Kai's pants and boxers back up and adjusting his belt. You tap his clothed cock a few times just to see him flinch from the sensitivity. 

Your cunt is still sopping wet, crying to be touched. You might have to ignore it for now, but you know this won't be the last time you play with Kai. Kai silently watches as you pull your makeup out of your bag, fascinated by how quickly you make yourself look normal again despite being wrecked on his cock mere moments ago. 

You snap your mirror closed and open the stall door, sauntering away without a second look. "Better get to class then Hyuka. You don’t wanna be late.”

a/n: I love huening kai and I feel like there's not enough writings about him!! I'm planning on making this a little series, so stay tuned for that!

proofreader/editor: @then-make-me (thank you!!)

update!: second part here

update 2: third part here

[jetblack4realz]

lake days v - jake "hangman" seresin x reader

summary - your relationship with jake evolves as you continue to spend time together on and off base. he's basically a part of your family, but neither of you have hopes to become part of his when you get stationed in california.

pt i , pt ii , pt iii , pt iv , pt vi

warnings - nah

a/n - i'm low key so excited for where this is going, it'll be fun to write fs

word count - 3.7k

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fall and winter had come and gone and as the spring warmed into summer, you and logan began to de-winterize your boat. jake, of course, tagged along for the adventure, trying to remember exactly what you were telling him about - from checking the engine and battery to cleaning the distributor, he was trying to catch it all. he hoped that next year he'd be able to do it with you and not bother logan with it.

"we should probably paint the bottom," you hummed to your brother as you inspected the cobalt. "it's been a while."

"i've got leila's dance recital, i can't do it today," logan answered.

"we can just do it," jake offered. "i can paint."

"well, we've got to sand it all off, check for rot and mold, prime, and then paint," you explained. he smiled at you, quirking a brow.

"darlin', i can paint," he said again. "that's the same old shit i had to do when i worked with my granddad." he turned his attention to your older brother. "we've got it, logan."

you were impressed with how little time it took jake to sand his half of the hull, the man crossing to your side to help finish up what you'd barely managed to complete. then, after wiping the dust and paint remains off, you took a quick look around for any rust or water leaks and continued with the paint.

jake wasn't lying - he could paint. he was quick and efficient and you were so glad he was the one helping you instead of logan. he was like you and couldn't seem to move fast at all when it came to painting. jake was done in only and hour and as you two let it dry, you laid out in the sun in your swimsuits, committed to getting a tan before the first boat ride in a few weeks.

"you've got paint on your arms," you told him with a laugh, leaning over to pick it off with your nails. he pulled away from you, whacking your hand away before doing it himself.

"your nails are sharp," he whined when you tried to help again, earning a laugh and an eyeroll from you.

"you're such a baby," you said, leaning back in your chair with his sunglasses perched on your nose. he smirked once he finally wiped the rest of the paint off and leaned over to you, pressing light kisses up your jaw and to your lips.

"do you really think that, darlin'?" he asked against your mouth, capturing your lips in his for a few brief moments before pulling away. you sat up quickly, looking at him with an unimpressed expression.

"really?" you asked.

"what? if you want more all you gotta do is say it," he told you, his smirk only growing with your irritation. you leaned closer to him, hand reaching up to grab his neck and pull him towards you, but he pulled away.

"jake," you whined, looking up at him over your sunglasses.

"what?" he asked, feigning innocence even though his grin gave him away. you scooted forwrad, hand still on his neck.

"just kiss me, you idiot," you muttered and his grin changed shape.

"whatever you say, sweetheart."

he kissed you more completely, pulling you closer to him as your lips locked repeatedly. his hands were resting carefully on your lower back, never moving anywhere they weren't supposed to. you appreciated that. except when he pulled you even closer, trying to maneuver you into his lap.

"jake," you breathed out, pulling away with a large breath as your hands caught his. "not now."

you two had talked about this several times and each time he respected your choice to stay abstinent. you'd always been careful with boyfriends in the past, only wanting to give yourself to your husband. call you old fashioned and call you a classic southern belle, a cheesy church girl, but you wanted to make it special, to make it count. and while you knew jake was special and you were extremely confident after dating him for nearly a year that he was the one - you couldn't be certain until there was a ring on your finger.

"i know," he hummed, pressing a short kiss to your lips. "i wasn't trying that."

"we're just both in swimsuits and outside," you laughed lightly. "i wouldn't want finn to decide now is the time to stop by."

"i know." he pressed another kiss to your lips. "we could always move inside if you want?"

he was grinning in a way that made you giggle and you kissed him again.

"how are we supposed to be tan if we're not tanning, jake?" you asked.

"i never said i needed to be tan, baby," he laughed. "that was all you."

you hesitated, glancing from your boyfriend to the door.

"i'll agree to go inside if we watch '50 first dates'," you said.

he sighed dramatically, droning on a, "fine."

"hey, you know you love adam sandler and drew barrymore as much as i do," you told him with a pointed finger as he pulled you up and to the door.

"i'll agree to adam sandler, but drew? not my kinda gal."

when he approached you about having lunch with his mom and sisters, you were over the moon.

"when?" you asked excitedly.

"apparently they're coming down for the weekend for molly's birthday," he answered. "staying in a hotel and all that. asked if we wanted to go on saturday."

"absolutely we do," you said, grinning. "jake, this is great! as much as you hate to admit it, i know you've missed them. and this way you don't have to see your dad, you just get to hang out with them."

"and they get to meet you," he said. "they're awfully excited about it. i haven't taken a girl home, well, ever."

"always the playboy, weren't you," you said with a laugh.

"until you went and made a man out of me," he answered, pressing a short kiss to your lips with a smile.

when you approached bj's bbq, you were a little nervous. jake squeezed your hand and shot you a winning smile before pulling you in and telling the hostess you were meeting others.

she led you to where the women were sitting, all smiling brightly at you as you approached.

you noticed that two of the four sisters were pregnant, leading you to smile softly. you slightly envied them. you and jake had talked about kids - you both loved them, but your jobs were too crazy to let that happen currently. you hoped that once you were married though, you would take a break and start a family.

"jake!" they cheered, standing to hug the man at your side. you let go of his hand to let him embrace them properly. the woman you assumed was his mother turned to you after greeting him, offering you a warm smile.

"you must be y/n," she said.

"that i am," you said with a nervous laugh.

"i'm dorothy, it's such a pleasure to meet you." she pulled you into a hug and you relaxed a bit, smiling as you pulled back.

"you too."

once you sat down, jake took the time to introduce each sister. the two that were pregnant were actually his twin little sisters, addison and annabelle, and the other two were georgia, who was darren's age, and molly, the sister just under jake and the birthday girl.

after you wished her a happy birthday, molly was quick to strike up conversation. "y/n, you have no idea how excited we are to meet you. jake's never been as head over heels as he is for you, let me tell you that."

the other girls chuckled in agreement.

"oh, you've talked about me?" you teased, shooting a look in jake's direction.

"more like raved," addison laughed. "he's obsessed with you."

"it's sweet," annabelle said.

you noticed how thick their accents were, even in comparison to yours and your family's. it made some sort of sense based on what jake had told you about living in a small town outside of odessa, working on the ranch from a young age, and being the first in his family to move out of texas in decades.

"we won't ask you how you met, he's already told us that. but tell us what y'all have been up to! how was the drive?" molly asked.

"it was good," you nodded. "we're not too far out, just live about a half hour away. highway's easy."

"oh, that's nice," dorothy nodded.

"and y'all? how was your drive?" you asked.

"enjoyable. just listened to music the whole way here, went a lot faster than you'd think," annabelle said.

"oh, i'm glad!" you said.

"hey, jake here said that your mom and i went to high school together. what was her maiden name? he couldn't recall," dorothy asked.

"hansen," you told her with a soft smile. "there's probably about a million of them up over there in upton."

"oh, yes! i know exactly who she is, then. and yes, there certainly are a lot of hansens out that way," she laughed. "they had to come over to our high school because of how small the towns were. your mother and i were on the cheer squad together. she was one of my bases and she was always the strongest girl on the team."

"sounds like her," you laughed lightly.

"always so kind too. we'll have to get together sometime soon," she said.

"jake says you've got a lot of brothers," addison said.

"any of 'em single?" georgia asked with a grin.

"actually yes," you laughed. "you're 18, right?"

"yes ma'am," georgia answered.

"well, then, i bet you and darren would get along quite nicely," you said with a chuckle.

"do not put those two together," jake said seriously. "we would have hell on our hands."

you all laughed, his grin rising as he squeezed your hand under the table.

you were certain they were all the sweetest girls you'd ever met and were sad when the time came for you all to split up - they had concert tickets to jon pardi.

having not grown up with sisters, you tended to cling to girls you met, which is why you were so close with your sister-in-laws. and why you presumed you'd become close with jake's sisters too. it made you real excited.

"it's a perfect trade, ain't it?" you said, climbing into the f-150 passenger side. even though it was yours, it always felt more like jake's. and anyways, he loved to drive it at all times and you hated driving in the city, so you let him. "i have brothers for you and you have sisters for me."

"perfect," he agreed with a smile.

it was a few weeks later that jake got his orders.

"north island?" you asked with wide eyes.

"they just told me," he sighed.

you both had been deployed twice individually, you gone for over a month on the uss intrepid over christmas and jake leaving the same week you got back to help out the atlantic fleet in virginia for a few weeks. over valentine's day he was gone again and you were absent for two weeks in april to fly a mission you weren't expecting to ever have to fly - one with bogies and orders you weren't even allowed to tell jake. you both came back each time, returning to texas with new mission orders and flying together again. but, this was different.

"top gun? you're going back to top gun?" you asked.

"and it could be my new station for who knows how long. jacobsen is considering transferring me to the pacific fleet."

"what?" you gasped, looking at him with knitted brows. you were still in your flight suit, jake having ran to catch you before you went into the locker rooms. "but then you'll be gone. i mean, we got lucky that we both got transferred to texas, but there's no way in hell that we'd be lucky enough to both get traded to a complete opposite fleet, i mean-"

"y/n," he said, grabbing your shoulders with a small smile. "it'll be okay."

"how can you say that?" you asked, brows furrowing deeper. "how can you know?"

"because he needs to talk to you too."

when you announced to your family on sunday night dinner that you wouldn't be able to attend your annual summer kick-off boat day because of a change in orders.

"where are you going?" logan asked, chewing on some apple pie alice had made.

"north island," you answered with a small smile.

"that's nice," your mom said, returning your smile. "back to home base."

"well, technically this is home base," you said, gesturing to the dining room around you. "but, yeah, my base of origin. i like north island. it'll be good."

"and it's not just that," jake said. "we're heading to top gun."

"top gun?" your dad asked, grinning widely. "what the hell are y'all gonna do at top gun again?"

"dunno," jake shrugged with a short laugh. "obviously something important."

"the odds that you both would get called back. i mean, you've already had two deployments together, why not three?" darren chuckled.

you didn't notice the way brynlee and kyrie looked at each other, or how jake kicked darren's leg under the table. why would you?

"yeah, i don't know," you hummed. "i'd say they like us working together, but we've been off on missions by ourselves since we first got put together. i really don't see why they'd do that again."

"they need us," jake offered with a shrug. "for whatever this is that we're doing."

the dinner wrapped up when everleigh fell asleep on her mother's lap. you said goodbye to everybody, promising to see them before you and jake packed up and left the following week.

you walked back to your place, jake holding his hand in yours as a comfortable silence filled the air.

"let's go this way," he told you, pulling you gently towards a small section of trees behind your toy garage.

"what? why?" you asked with a small laugh.

"just trust me," he said, shooting you his oh so charming grin and a wink.

he pulled you the rest of the way to where you knew the grove was, a smile on his lips the whole way. when you passed the garage and approached closer, you began to see a few lights. your heart jumped, thoughts running a million miles an hour through your mind as a grin pulled at your lips.

"jake?"

"shh."

he was smiling widely at you and sped up his steps. you were finally able to see a few strands of twinkle lights strung between the trees, pictures of you and him clipped onto them.

you on the boat, quadding, at the bar, on the tarmac, at the zoo with finn, on his 31st birthday, in your white suits, in your flight suits, at the alamo, on the couch, riding horses, on a tornado chase gideon had convinced you to one weekend, and a lot of selfies on the strip of stores you two frequented.

you looked at them with a wide smile, fingers brushing the edges. when you turned to comment to jake about how sweet his setup was, he was already kneeled down, a gentle smile on his lips.

you gasped, not out of surprise - it was easy to tell what his intentions were and you'd discussed it several times, but because you were so incredibly overwhelmed with excitement.

"y/n y/l/n," he started. "i love you more than i could tell you, more than i thought was ever possible, and love you more and more every day and every time i look at your gorgeous face. you are the only person i trust in the air and on the ground, the person who makes me feel alive every second i'm with you, and my best friend. you're my favorite person, my love, my life, and i want it to stay that way forever. will you marry me?"

"of course i will," you said, your smile the widest it could be as he grinned, slipping the gorgeous, simple diamond ring onto your finger. he stood quickly, taking you into his arms as you grabbed his face and pulled him towards you, kissing him sweetly. you couldn't help the smile that remained on your lips, but he didn't seem to mind.

you pulled away, breathless, kissing his lips again; shorter and softer, but somehow sweeter.

"i love you, jake seresin," you breathed out, looking into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes with a small smile. "the most."

that night you received a text from kyrie that led you to a shared google photos album. apparently, she and brynlee had followed you back and snuck a video and pictures of the whole ordeal.

you loved them for it.

the two of you looked so happy, so overwhelmingly joyous and somehow she had managed to catch the best moments. brynlee was an expert in videography, a skill none of you knew she had before, and had the best angle of him coming up to kiss you. it made your heart flutter the way that he pulled you close to him and giggle at how he had pumped his fist in the air in achievement.

a few moments later, another text came through.

'i'm happy to take some engagements for y'all before you leave next week. just let me know when!😘'

"who all knew?" you asked, tilting your head to look at jake laying next to you. he breathed a laugh.

"everyone. i had to pay finn in snickers not to tell you."

"how long have you been planning this?"

"picked out the ring a few months ago, just been waiting for it to be sized and altered for you. brynlee managed to get into your pinterest account and so i had several reference pictures as to how to get it exactly right."

"you mean it didn't come like this?" you asked, holding your hand up to get a good look at the ring. he hummed a 'no', fingers rising to trace along the band.

"these two little stones weren't there and the rock wasn't in a circle like this. and then i had to size it," he answered.

"you're so sweet," you mumbled with a smile, leaning up to give him a soft kiss. he smiled as he reciprocated.

"i do my best," he answered.

as you pulled apart, you furrowed your brows.

"wait, is this why i got assigned to top gun?" you asked. "why we got stationed together again?"

"no," he said. "but, it's why we'll only ever be stationed together again."

"you didn't ask him to put me on the mission?" you asked.

"no, i just about freaked out in asking him if you were on it though. it wasn't hard for him to figure out i was planning on proposing. i was gonna propose on the boat, but then he called me in and i got all flustered. but yeah, i already filed the paperwork for us to be kept together and if we go anywhere else we'll be in the married quarters."

"before i even said yes?" you laughed.

"oh, like you could say no to all this," he told you with a smirk, kissing you again before you pulled away laughing.

"you're too much, seresin," you said.

"hmm, i'll like that a lot more when it belongs to you too," he said.

"when are we thinkin'?" you asked, leaning back into his chest as he squeezed your side.

"after whatever the hell this mission in. preferably here in texas, but if we're stationed permanently in north island then i guess we could do it in california too. i don't wanna wait any longer than i have to to be married to you," he said.

"oh, you've thought about this a lot, haven't you?" you giggled.

"of course i have. this is our life, i want to start a life with you. a real one," he answered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"i want that too," you said. "have you told your family?"

"mhm," he hummed. "they're ecstatic."

"i'll probably make your sisters my bridesmaids. and the girls and phoenix of course."

"you told phoenix?" he asked.

"not yet. why?"

"none of 'em even know we're together," he said. "at least, not by me."

"nah, i haven't talked to any of them very much. coyote is more of your friend and phoenix has been deployed like eight different times. and well, why would i tell bradley?"

"you know how funny it'll be when we tell them?" he chuckled.

"what if we didn't? what if we just send them the invitations?" you laughed. he paused.

"that ain't a half bad idea, darlin'," he told you, grinning mischievously at the end. you laughed.

"yeah? you wanna play it cool, act like we ain't nothin' just to go back to the same bed every night?" you asked.

"well, we don't have marriage quarters yet," he said.

"that sucks," you grumbled.

"we just gotta get married earlier then," he answered, grinning down at you before pressing a kiss to the side of your temple. "that'll throw 'em off for sure."

"it would be funny," you mused, playing with the thought. "i dunno if i could keep it from phoenix though."

"i believe in you, baby," he said, a breathy laugh threading his tone.

"let's do it. just for fun," you agreed, nodding. "means you can't flirt with me, though."

"uh uh," he said with a shake of his head. "i flirted with you before. you just can't take me seriously."

"you make that damn hard, seresin," you told him, smiling as you leaned up to press a kiss to his jaw.

"and you make it damn hard to keep my hands off 'o you," he said, pulling you closer to him. he sighed, his breath tickling your cheek. "but, to see the look on rooster's face. you know he's got a crush on you, don't ya?"

"he does not!" you objected.

"oh sure he does. every man in the navy does," he laughed. he smirked at you, kissing you slowly. "but you're all mine."

"all yours."

[bangchanisinmymind]

Beach sex with chan 🫶🏻

-A.

THE WAY I WAS ABOUT TO WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS ( I wrote two so here you go ♡) masterlist

pairing; bangchan x reader

romantic ver.

all started when he invited you to the beach for a date night. you wore the swimsuit he bought you, a black bikini and now you were laying on the sun stargazing with the love of your life.

his fingers tangled to yours as he showed you every star he could remember its story. it was oh so lovely, only you and him having the ocean in front of you and the sound of the light waves hitting the coast making the atmosphere even more romantic.

"come on let's swim" he said standing up his dimples showing; you couldn't say no to this adorable boy holding your hand and calling you to stand up. "already let's go honey" you giggled.

he pulled you in the water happy to be with his favourite person at his favourite place. you walked until you couldn't reach the bottom and even of you could swim, he took you into a warm kiss.

your legs on each side of his torso and hands on his neck playing with his wet curls. you can feel his smile as you break the kiss to look in his sparkling eyes.

"let's go out yeah?" he said after a few minutes of swimming and you followed him to your towels on the sand. before you could even sit, he pulled you and sit you between his legs, chest to chest, legs curling to his torso.

his hands laid on your hips as he kissed your neck sweetly. "i love you so much" he muttered between kisses. "can I have you now?" he said with pleading eyes looking up to you.

"you can have me anytime baby *kiss* anytime" you answered, your lips meeting the tip of his nose to his lips and travelling down his neck as he laid down meeting the ground softly, your hands on his chest and his undoing the upper part of your bikini.

he took the upper hand turning you around and attacking your chest with kisses and soft bites. the sensation making you whimper and need more of him; and he knew it. you lost contact as he undressed himself and you took the chance to do the same.

the stare he gave you was pure love and adoration, before you could even react he slipped inside you kissing you. the feeling of being so lovingly full was pure perfection.

he started thrusting carefully as he rested his forehead on yours, soft praises left his plump lips "my pretty little girl", "my love", "you feel so perfect around me", "does it feel good sweetie?"

not so romantic ver.

at the beach. alone. the two of you. only the moon watching you. you needed him. he needed you.

"baby, can we just fuck here? it'll take long until we get home" you muttered. "alright does my babygirl need me?" he smirked patting his lap to which you crawled right away.

"can you stip for me then?" he questioned, you were taken aback by this sudden request of his but you didn't hesitate to undo the straps of the bikini that barely covered anything revealing your breasts, your nipples hardening at the feeling of the cold air.

he watched you standing up and removing the string bottoms you were wearing, standing now completely naked in front of him. he pulled down his swimsuit just enough to reveal his hard leaking dick.

"come and ride me, do whatever you want" he said balancing on his elbows. you immediately did as he said sinking down on him. the stretching painful and your eyes pressed shut. you started rolling your hips; skin meeting skin.

"ah my girl is so fucking tight isn't she?", " that's right pretty one keep screaming", "now go faster babygirl you'll feel good"

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[yanderes-galore]

Can you please do an overprotective pet-like concept for my favorite Pokemon, Volcarona? I just think they're neat 🔥🦋

I'd love to! Here you go!

Overprotective! Volcarona Concept

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective Pokemon, Murder, Clingy Pokemon, Kidnapping, Isolation, Possessive behavior, Violence, Forced companionship.

Volcarona is a Bug/Fire type Pokemon who was thought to be some sort of Sun Deity.

This Pokemon is not legendary yet considered rare in some regions.

At least when it comes to Unova….

The scales that drop from this Pokemon when it flies carry warmth like fire.

As a result this Pokemon is usually favored by people in colder areas.

You may have met your Volcarona in Relic Castle.

This place is a set of ruins deep in the Desert Resort of Unova, the region this Pokemon was introduced in.

You probably took your team in for some exploring and training.

That or you heard the rumors that there was an elusive Pokemon here.

When you eventually explore the ruins to the bottom floor you're greeted by a shrine.

On the walls is old art and depictions of a fire moth Pokemon thought to be like the sun.

Volcarona was worshiped by ancient civilizations due to its association with the sun.

The art on the walls is your first hint that you stumbled upon a sacred area.

Your next hint is hearing the cry of a Pokemon, only to turn and see a fully mature Volcarona.

This Pokemon is quite strong, as in the game this Pokemon is Level 70.

Battling it almost feels like a test.

Considering how this Pokemon used to be considered a holy symbol, it probably is.

But by the end of the battle it allows you to catch it.

After all, if you're so strong… it'll be worth listening to you.

Out of curiosity you find yourself interacting with the fire moth after you add it to your main team.

This begins your bond with it.

However… It also begins the start of a travesty.

At first, Volcarona listens to every command you give.

The Pokemon is receptive to your touch, it softly lets out a cry as you comb your fingers through the warm hair/fur on its body.

You don't expect it to do anything bad.

If anything it's just a cute sun moth with surprising power in battle.

For the most part it's docile before it's too attached.

Although the longer you train it, pet it, care for it… things start changing.

Your Volcarona expresses aggression during double or triple battles, not just towards enemies but your own team too.

The Pokemon never wants to go in its ball either.

Volcarona always wants to stay out of the ball, sticking close enough to you that you can feel the heat radiating off it.

The moth gets continuously clingy the longer it's with you.

Normally you could find a way to resolve the issue.

However things quickly take a turn for the worst.

Volcarona starts expressing agitation towards other trainers, even friends and family.

The Pokemon even seems to be oddly possessive of you.

Ironically because they're both fire types, this may end similarly to the Houndoom concept I made.

Something sets off the Pokemon and they leave in the middle of the night.

By the time you awake there's the smell of flames and burning wood.

When you open your eyes there's houses on fire.

You begin to panic but freeze when you see your Volcarona tilting its head, gently flying in front of you.

You're not stupid, you know it caused this.

Yet before you can try and flee, Volcarona uses a non-lethal move to tucker you out again.

Then the moth abandons your other Pokemon, dragging its trainer away.

Where is it going? Back home, of course.

When you awake you feel sand on your skin.

You're back where it all began, except this time you're much weaker.

You're at the shrine with Volcarona hovering over you.

Upon seeing you awake it lets out an excited cry before cuddling into you.

The warmth is soothing… yet you know what happened.

The sight of a flaming sea… the smell of burning wood and flesh… Volcarona in it all…

You no longer trust the moth.

But you can't escape it.

You have no other Pokemon… plus, Volcarona has other plans.

It doesn't plan on letting you leave.

Even if it means it'll have to use a move like Giga Drain on its dear trainer again.

[klaprisun]

One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley) (Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 9

For the rest of the afternoon, I went out fishing at the beach. I got used to being in the rain, so I decided to make some use out of the day and do something useful. Plus, I spent the rest of my cash on a hat from a mouse so I need to make more. I hear the fish bite well in Pelican Town, and a man named Willy will pay good money for what I catch. That or I could ship them out by putting them in the shipping box by my house.

By the time I had my fill of fishing, it was too late to bring them to Willy, so I decided to just bring the bucket home and ship them off.

I was feeling exhausted once again by the time I made it home. I really need to build my stamina on this farm if I get worn out by a little fishing. Or maybe I should bring a snack next time?

Later that night, while I tried to fall asleep, I couldn’t stop the overwhelming amount of thoughts going through my head.

Why did she kick me out all of a sudden? What did I do to upset her?

I couldn’t stop thinking about Haley. She has been a weird one since I moved here, but Elliot says she isn’t usually like this? 

With each toss and turn in the night, I just couldn’t fall asleep. As tired as I was, my body just wouldn’t let me pass out. I decide to get out of bed and rummage around in the snacks I bought from Pierre’s. I ended up putting the bags on the floor after all because I never did get anything to put them in.

I slump down to the floor and lean against the wall in sorrow while slowly chewing my bite of plain bread. 

I hadn’t even noticed, but I managed to finally get to sleep after finishing half a loaf of bread. I had startled myself with waking up on the floor against the wall because that’s not something I normally do.

Looking across the house and out the window, it is a beautiful sunny day. A perfect day to grab those overalls and water my crops. Tossing on some work clothes, I ran outside with the watering can, eager to get the day started.

The flag on my mailbox stands high and mighty this morning, signaling I have received more mail. Reaching in, I pull out the letter that was stuffed in it.

Tomorrow we’re holding the Egg Festival in town square.

You should arrive between 9am and 2pm if you’d like to attend. You wouldn’t want to miss the annual egg hunt!

-Mayor Lewis

“That will be interesting. Hopefully I don’t sleep in.” I fold the letter up and toss it in my pocket. I also notice there is an envelope of cash sitting in the mailbox as well. It was my payment for the bunch of fish I put in last night. “I’ll make sure to put that away later,” I made a mental note.

Now it’s time to water those crops. Already, I notice they are sprouting out of the soil. I must’ve done something right then if they’ve gotten this far.

5 cans of water later, the crops are all watered and refreshed. I had also tossed my overalls back in my house too before it decides to rain again. 

Fishing sounds like a great idea again to pass the time, so I walk my way back to the beach, but when I arrive, Haley is standing alone in the sand. She seems to be crying.

“Hey Haley. What’s wrong?” I inquire as I approach her.

“I lost my grandmother’s bracelet she gave me. I had it here with me on the beach, and now it’s gone,” She breaks out into sobs as she previously was before I showed up.

“I’m really sorry…” I try to console her.

She sighs, “Maybe it'll wash up on another shore. I can't bear to think of it at the bottom of the ocean."

Before she can say anything else, I take off strolling across the beach. Haley stares after me, remaining in place.

“Where are you going?” she questions. She is no longer crying, instead she has a puzzled look as she watches me.

I walk backwards to look at her, hands in my pockets, and give her a nonchalant shrug and smile. I am going to look for her bracelet.

I scan every inch of the sand as well as along the shoreline. I can’t manage to find it until I walk around the right side of Elliot’s beach cabin. Haley can’t see me from here, but I bend over and pick something up.

She is still watching me as I walk back to her across the beach, hands still placed in my pocket. She just frowns at me as I give her a smug smile. 

Taking my hand out of my pocket, I open my fingers and lay my hand open flat, revealing a golden bracelet with a blue gem.

Haley gasps at the sight of it and scoops it up immediately. Holding the bracelet tight in her hand, she jumps up and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Thank you so much. I won’t forget what you’ve done for me,” she mutters softly. The hug had me taken aback. It took me a moment to process, but when I finally understood what was happening, I wrapped my arms around her to return the hug.

“May I ask what you were doing over there?” I chuckle

“I saw a really nice shell. I had to go pick it up and look at it,” she replies sheepishly.

We continue hugging for a little bit longer, neither of us breaking apart. It leaves me extra confused when I think about our last interaction.

She finally pulls back from me when she realizes how long she spent hugging me. I look down at her to see if I can judge how she is feeling and she shyly tucks a piece of her beautiful, golden hair behind her ear. She isn’t making eye contact with me though, she is too busy looking at the ground.

“Anyways, I’ll see you at the Egg Festival tomorrow, right?” she asks.

“Of course you will. We always end up seeing each other, don’t we?” I remark sarcastically.

“You’re not as funny as you think you are. You do realize that?” she chirps back playfully.

“I like to think I’m pretty funny.”

“Is that why girls always fall in love with you?” 

“Pardon me?” I am visibly taken aback from her comment.

“I overheard you talking to Elliot the other day…sorry,” she smacks herself in the forehead as if the previous words just slipped out of her mouth by accident.

I try to ease her embarrassment by giving her a genuine response, “I mean… It probably is the reason a girl would like me, yeah. Among others I hope. I don’t want to be their personal comedian. I don’t have anyone to ask though so I guess I’ll never know.”

“No one to ask? You haven’t dated anyone before?”

“Nope. No one. Had a few one night stands though…” I trail off as I notice Haley’s face drop, “...umm… what’s that face for?”

She takes another step back from me and I see her eyes start watering. She quickly wipes them away hoping I didn’t notice and clears her throat. “What face? I didn’t make a face. You’re seeing things,” she is now acting as if she has been as cool as a cucumber this whole time.

I scratch my head awkwardly, unsure of what to say next. I finally landed on flipping the conversation back to her, “What about you? What’s your love life like? You and Alex seem pretty close.”

That was a big mistake. The tears start welling up along her waterline and they manage to escape this time. 

“It’s complicated.” is all she spits out.

“Trouble in paradise?” I respond empathetically. I try to place a hand on her shoulder and she pushes it away. 

“You could say that.”

Taking the hints, I decided to stop prying and changed the topic immediately, “We are supposed to have great weather tomorrow for the festival!”  I think those are the lamest words I have ever uttered in my life. 

Haley bursts out laughing like it’s the funniest thing she has ever heard. The tears of sadness turn to tears of laughter. Her laughter is so contagious, it gets me laughing with her.

“That was the lamest attempt at a conversation change I have ever seen,” she explodes with more laughter. I wasn’t the only one to think that I guess.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what else to say!” I continue to laugh. 

Our laughter dies down, and she turns and starts to leave. Before she walks away though she calls back to me, “I will see you tomorrow in the nice weather at the Egg Festival.”

I stick my tongue out at her and she does it right back. Haley is a huge whirlwind of emotions.

[seijorhi]

Hey Rhi! Hope you’ve been well!

I recently binged through all your Tokyo Rev fics and it made me think of something. I really love the concept of Tailspin with Chifuyu being the one to remember the past timeline. The simultaneous regret of how they treated reader being balanced with this uncontrollable desire to be with her again was so great and really fascinating to me.

It made me think, what do you think Mikey would do in a post-bonten/sink to the depths timeline where those events never happened, but he’s still able to remember them in the new timeline? On one hand, he was in love with reader, but how she was treated by him and bonten was a complete nightmare for her. I guess it depends on which timeline, but do you think that would make him hesitate from trying to find reader in this new timeline (to prevent her from being dragged into his mess of a life) or would he not be able to resist finding her anyway?

hi nonnie first of all ily <33

so if chifuyu's fucked up about it, mikey.... oof. man's got trauma big time.

doesn't help matters that when he was on the brink of complete self destruction the reader became his emotional support pussy person.

on the one hand, of course she's better off far, far away from him and sanzu and kakucho – all of them. it was an obsession, fucked up and depraved and sickening and damn it all to hell if does he wish he could feel that disgust all the time.

it'd be easier that way, to focus the hate inwards and pretend that's all it was. that there aren't nights he doesn't like awake and fucking miss her like a part of him's been ripped away. that his cock doesn't stir at the filthy dreams – memories – that won't leave his head.

on the really bad days, it's like an ache. an itch. incessant. he misses her.

he'd taint her all over again.

so he should leave her alone. stay as far away as humanly possible.

there's a problem, though. two, if he's being completely honest with himself. the first is that along with their whole sordid relationship, he remembers how the reader managed to end up in bonten's clutches in the first place. bonten doesn't exist anymore, obviously, but just because he and his friends aren't running around as gangsters anymore doesn't mean bad men, bad luck and bad circumstance have ceased to exist.

her brother's probably still a bottom feeding piece of shit with a gambling problem. there's every chance he's gonna do something just as stupid this time, and she'll inevitably be the one to pay for it. glass stones and houses and all that bullshit, he doesn't like it. no one's allowed to touch her. no one but him.

the other problem, the one he's less eager to admit to himself, is that he wasn't the only one fucked up over her. the haitani's might not look twice (he thinks. hopes, maybe), and who knows with sanzu, but kakucho? koko? they might not remember any of it, but if they walked past her in the street, bumped into her at a bar, would they feel that pull in their gut? would it spark something?

mikey hates the thought of her in danger, being mistreated – by her brother or by anyone else, but there's a sick, possessive part of him that hates the thought of any of them taking her too.

she was his first.

but even if he shoved that all aside, buried his head in the sand and pretended he wasn't slowly being driven out of his mind by her, the universe is a funny thing. one way or another, it'll work its magic and shove her right back into his path.

some things are just... fated.

[mail-posting]

Some headcanon deductions based off of my headcanon/kin Emil :3

1. Warm: The default state of being, and all that anyone truly ever wants.

A photograph: a mother and father stand each side of a young child. Their hands do not touch.

2. A lamb: Little knowledge, little skills, little idea when to run away.

A photograph: A sick boy leans half-heartedly on his unconscious mother's chest in the street. His crying eyes are wide as they reflect the flash of the camera. The world screams to a halt for him.

3. Empty home: Even with the strange food and the scary voices and the loud noises you can hear, the thing that hurts the most is the need to stay awake.

A diary entry: All that boy's good for is sympathy! He's hopeless at stealing, or tricking, or lying, or anything else we do. I'd be better off raising more hounds than keeping this useless brat!

At the very least, I could make it fun for me to watch.

4. Trapped: You thought you could run away, but the roars of the crowd only got closer and closer.

A diary entry: Damn it all! I thought they would have torn him to shreds, but he managed to fight his way out. looks like he has some strength to him.

The crowd cheered more than I've ever heard them before. I could certainly use his win for a profitable idea...

5: A mutt: maybe this isn't so bad after all...

A photograph: A teenager, bloody and bruised and scarred, is lying asleep on the bottom of a cramped cage. Shackles are locked tight around his ankles. There's a cracked bowl of "food" laying clearly out of reach. It is swarmed by maggots. Despite everything, he looks oddly happy. Must be a nice dream he's having. Shame that it'll be interrupted soon.

6. Stare: You're such an unsightly thing, aren't you?

A diary entry: I saw something on my walk today. I thought it may have been a dog, or some strange lamb, so I wandered up to it. But they were human as they uncurled themselves from where they must have been asleep.

I didn't want to run, I just... panicked. I couldn't find them again to apologise. I hope prayer will be enough. I'm so sorry...

Your son, A. K.

7. Rain: Wash away the filth, the pain, the memories...

A patient record:

Found: on white sand street.

Identity: "Emil"

Age: ?? (16+)

Reasons for institutionalisation: high fever, amnesia, talking to self, disobedient, laziness, bad company.

Suggested treatment: Obedience training involving electroshock therapy and sedatives between. Should be muzzled until trained into not biting. Should be strapped down until trained into not wandering.

8. Gentle words: The faux feeling of safety lifts you up and drops you back down without you having to think... up...down...up...down...sleep.

A medical note: "Emil" has been reacting well to the sedative treatments. However, he currently needs painful stimuli in order to keep himself awake. The ideal state is barely conscious enough to function, so alterations are needed.

The training has, however, gone wonderfully. It has removed his desire to fight or run away completely, although he still freezes up occasionally. It appears he's still having hallucinations.

9. Stressed: That whistle hurts your ears... In fact, everything has hurt more since she appeared.

A small note: a set of neat curly handwriting reads "Ada or medicine?". A different set of shakier handwriting replies "medicine. please". The note is stained with tears.

10: A carriage ride: You've always loved watching the world swim through your glassy eyes.

A photograph: Two men wearing dark clothes are talking to each other to the side of a carriage. One of the men is handing over a hefty sum of money to the other. The one recieving it holds a letter in his hand.

Next to them, a smaller, younger man sits cross legged, wrapping a dandelion clock he picked around his fingers. He looks exhausted, or maybe just empty, but there's a smile on his face as the seeds catch in his hair.

[dearcat1]

Park

Part 9 of Sass and Squirrels

So Xanxus may or may not be playing matchmaker. It is possible. Yamamoto is the only element of the other Sawada that Xanxus had approved of. He figures that it won't hurt anything if they manage to form a relationship earlier on. Xanxus might even manage to cut off the unnecessary softness with the brats under his supervision. He isn't necessarily convinced that it'll work, it seems Tsunayoshi comes by his bleeding heart honestly. But Xanxus can try. Still, he doesn't see whatever it is that has his little brother frowning, sand construction forgotten for the moment. Xanxus doesn't interfere. He believed, before he died, that his intuition was strong. Now he knows he didn't know what the fuck he was talking about, Primo's blood brings intuition to a level Xanxus's mind couldn't understand until now. Tsuna, unlike him, isn't active; but Xanxus spends enough time with his brother to know the intuition is already there.

Tsunayoshi stands up, toy knife in his hands. He turns to make sure Xanxus is still laying down beside the sandbox before walking off. Xanxus follows him with his eyes until the kid reaches Yamamoto before looking around. Sushi guy is staring, eyes locked to Xanxus's little brother in a way that makes Xanxus's hair stand on end. He sits up, fingers looking for his own weapon.

And his little brother stabs a kid with his toy knife. It doesn't break skin, not yet, but it's hard enough that the kid will have a nasty bruise.

Xanxus arches a brow.

Sushi guy stares.

Yamamoto blinks.

Tsunayoshi huffs.

"You're a meanie," Tsunayoshi lifts his toy threateningly. "Go away."

The kid's bottom lip wobbles but Xanxus gives him credit for not just running away. The brat stands, face red, and pushes Xanxus's little brother hard. Xanxus twitches, sitting straighter. But Tsunayoshi just wacks the other boy in the face.

Yamamoto seems fascinated by the entire thing. "Do you want to play?"

"Ok!" Tsunayoshi beams at him, the other boy already forgotten. "Come," he grabs Yamamoto's hand. "You have to meet my brother."

"Sure," Yamamoto nods with far more enthusiasm than Xanxus thinks is warranted. "Will he play with us?"

No way in hell. Xanxus deadpans at his brother, pointedly laying back down now that sushi dude is relaxed again.

"Yeah!" Tsunayoshi runs to him, tiny body lunging itself to Xanxus's chest. "San, play with us."

"Nope," Xanxus snorts, closing his eyes.

"Saaaaaaaaaan."

Xanxus pointedly doesn't react.

Tsunayoshi pouts.

Yamamoto laughs. "Maybe he's sick."

His little brother gasps. "San, you have to lay down, you're sick."

For the record, Xanxus knew Yamamoto was a good idea.

"What hurts?" Foreign little hands touch his forehead.

"His head," Tsunayoshi decides. "There," his little brother kisses his forehead. "Better?"

"I don't know," Yamamoto sounds unconvinced. "When my papa's head hurts, he needs a nap. And medifin."

Tsunayoshi scurries off of Xanxus's chest. "Can he give San some?"

"We can ask."

"Stay here," Tsunayoshi demands when Xanxus tries to stand up to follow them. "Your head, San."

Xanxus sighs but stays in place. He doubts Sushi guy will do shit but that doesn't mean he has to relax.

[wild-flowerhoney]

bartylus is actually so underrated (and in desperate need of a new name).

think: barty making fun of james by constantly jokingly asking regulus on a date. it quickly becomes an inside joke in their group and it's all but expected after a while.

until, in fifth year, it becomes true. barty wants to take him on a date but keeps hiding under the joking tone because he's too afraid of actual, true rejection from his closest friend - regulus knows, knows the moment barty won't meet his eyes when asking and discreetly moves away after. but there are eyes everywhere, in hogwarts. people who would eagerly report such a thing to their parents in the hope to reach grimmauld place. and he tells himself they'll have time. that it'll either fade or that they'll try after school. that he'll say yes, someday. because they have time.

they go on one date, in 1979. a single day before the cave, regulus decides to be selfish. he lets himself have, just once. because time's run out (the last grain of sand hit the bottom of the hourglass back when they knelt and accepted a mad man as their master, mentor, owner) and they've wasted it on a bunch of useless "somedays" that'll never actually come.

barty doesn't know what regulus has planned. he goes home, after the day of his dreams. and thinks of the future, now that it's so brilliant and close.

so close he could reach now and grasp it, hold it tight so it won't slip between his fingers like water.

he sprawls on his bed, smiling like a fool and thinks of the warmth he'd felt, waking up next to the same boy he's been in love with since he was fifteen.

he thinks, dreams, hopes. and smiles (regulus is drowning in a cave, pulled down by a thousand hands, as he smokes a cigarette and looks up at the sky.)

they have time.

[weixuldo]

Enigma// ch 14

anakin x reader

a/n: This chapter i longer than they have been lately, so sorry for the wait!!

Things are getting a little...complicated. 

warnings: cursing, cannon disabled character, insecurity, emetophobia, pregnancy test

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You inhaled as you opened the box-

It's all gonna be fine…

You took the test and followed the instructions, once you were done you let it sit and you washed your hands. 

You left the bathroom to check your email- because if you stayed, you would have done nothing but watch the test calculate.

After ten minutes you walked back in and nervously reached for the white stick.

Your stomach dropped as you looked at the test…two little pink lines.

Shit.

You really thought Anakin couldn’t get you pregnant, the doctors told him it was nearly impossible for him to have children. Did he lie to you?

no, he wouldn’t lie about that.

Did he even want to have kids? Even if he did, would he want them with you? 

Your head spun as you gripped the bathroom counter to steady yourself. You never thought that this would actually happen; you were betting on the fact that it was all just nerves and that you were just going to get a late period…

Fuck.

Not only were Anakin’s feelings to be taken into account, but your own as well.

You were still in college, how would you have time to raise a child? How would you afford a child? Did you even want a child? What if-

Your racing thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door, who the fuck was that?

“Hey? Y/N, you in here? Your door was open but I didn’t see you in the room” Ahsoka’s voice rang from the other side of the door.

Damn.

You totally forgot she had a Brunch planned downtown. Quickly you wiped your watery eyes and prayed she wouldn’t notice anything. 

“Yea! One minute!” you responded as you shoved the test into one of the sink’s drawers and hid the box at the bottom of the trashcan. You splashed some cold water on your face to get rid of lingering redness before taking one last look at yourself in the mirror. 

It'll be ok… it has to.

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The small cafe that Ahsoka chose for brunch was a cute mom-and-pop shop downtown. Seated around you were Ahsoka, Anakin, Ben, and Satine. The five of you were on the patio section at a sanded wooden picnic table with a large yellow umbrella. 

It was hard for Anakin to situate himself on the wooden bench so only you and him were able to fit on that side and the rest sat on the other.

Everyone’s food had arrived and they began eating, but suddenly yours didn’t look appetizing, instead you silently sipped on your coffee. 

Ben and Satine’s wedding was coming up in the next year so the discussion at the moment was centered around plans for the celebration.

“Do you have any bridesmaids picked out?” Ahsoka eagerly asked as she wiped some syrup from the corner of her mouth.

“Well actually that was something I wanted to ask you two, I feel like we’ve all gotten to know each other so well in the past months, and I’d be honored if you both would like to be bridesmaids” Satine smiled as Ben smiled beside her.

“I would love to!” You exclaimed.

“Same here! When can we plan your bachelorette party?!!” Ahsoka asked excitedly.

“No strip clubs, Ahsoka” Ben butted in, “we all know that would be more for your entertainment than Satine’s” he joked.

“Ughhhh, ok fine” Ahsoka dramatically rolled her eyes before giggling like a schoolgirl. 

The conversation continued and you grew more and more nauseous. At one point everyone was immersed in conversation and Anakin lightly squeezed your thigh under the table. When you turned to look at him, he looked concerned; his brows were furrowed and you could see the worry in his deep blue eyes. 

“Are you ok?” he mouthed and you nodded. 

“You haven’t touched your food,” he said. 

With the mention of food you feel your nausea taking over. Suddenly you stood up and hurried to the bathroom inside, you were going to throw up. 

Once you were inside you quickly leaned over the porcelain seat and emptied the minimal contents of your stomach. Maybe it was the nerves or maybe it was morning sickness, either way, you felt absolutely awful. 

You wiped your mouth and popped in a mint and some gum you had in your purse.

They were all going to ask about you. 

You leaned against the stall and shut your eyes; this was really happening. 

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Outside the four friends were left wondering where you went in such a hurry.

“She barely touched her toast,” Ahsoka commented.

Anakin knew something was wrong.

“Is she not feeling well?” Ben asked.

Soon you emerged from the restraint with a pale face.

“Maker! Y/n are you ok?” Satine gasped, hurrying to bring you water.

“Yea, I'm fine. I’m just not feeling the best, I think I’m gonna go back home and take a nap.”

You got out your phone to call an Uber but then Ben asked “didn’t you come with Ahsoka?” 

“Yea, but she has a function after this with the athletes association and I don’t wanna make her take me all the way back to campus”

“It’s no problem y/n, I can” she butted in.

“No, no-“ you began but Anakin cut you off. 

“I can take her, Snips you should go to your meeting, plus I need to run a few errands on that side of town”.

“Are you sure?” 

“Yea, this bench is hurting my ass anyways” he added as he began to get up. 

The two of you said your goodbyes and headed to his car. Once you were out of sight from the table, he rested his hand on the small of your back.

“I know something’s up, what’s wrong sweetheart?” He asked, his voice laced with concern.

“It’s really nothing Ani, I just don’t feel well” you said.

“Have you been eating?” He asked, opening the door to his car for you to enter.

“I don’t know, I haven’t really been hungry” you admitted.

He entered the other side and started his car; the drive to campus was a silent one. You looked out the window, mainly focusing on keeping your emotions in check. 

You began to feel light headed, you needed food. Soon enough Anakin pulled up to the curb near your dorm and parked the car. He turned towards you and lightly brushed your cheek.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked nervously. 

You knew he was insecure about affection and relationships; his last one seemed to be going so well but it still ended in heartbreak. Your heart twinged, you never wanted him to feel like that with you. 

“No babe, I really just don’t feel well. I promise you, you have done nothing wrong” You said as you opened the car door. 

“Would you like me to walk you to your room or-“

“I’m ok, Ani. Thank you though” you said as you closed the door. 

He nodded and you waved him off before heading back to your dorm. 

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School finally ended and you had your first appointment for your pregnancy. 

You were around ten weeks… what the fuck. 

You had to check that they were looking at the right chart because you had only missed your period once; the nurse assured you that false periods were common and that not all expecting mothers had the early signs within the first weeks. 

You were barely showing, even for being in the first trimester but she also told you that not all pregnancies showed early on.

Honestly that benefited you; you had longer to figure out what you were going to do about this and when you were finally going to tell Anakin. 

You didn’t have the best relationship with your parents, so you didn’t even bother to consult them. But you were scared. 

You were only in undergrad and had no stable income- how were you going to raise a child?

There always were other options, you could make the decision to have an abortion, or you could give the child up for adoption?

No, no. You shouldn’t be making plans without consulting Anakin first…

But that was a whole other problem…you had to tell Anakin. 

The whole situation was crazy, but you knew that he was the only person you had been with intimately since last summer… there was no one else who could be the father.

The doctors said it wasnt likely that he could have kids ...not impossible.

But he was so sure that he was infertile, would he even believe you? Or would he freak out?

You truly held him so dear to your heart; it made you nauseous to think what would happen if this pregnancy ruined your relationship. 

But no matter your worries, you needed to tell him relatively soon before you began to show.

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Ahsoka left town that weekend for her tournament and the rest of the group had a small watch party for her match. Anakin brought you over to Ben and Satine’s place after you decked him out in your school’s merch.

He wore a tight long sleeve that showed off his upper arm muscles nicely and a pair of gray sweats with the school’s logo along the pant leg. You wore a short tennis skirt and a cheerleader uniform top and some sneakers you painted for games. 

It was actually really cute to see your boyfriend repping your university’s colors- it made you blush.

Apparently he had never really been enthusiastic about sports but on the car ride over he told you how happy it made him to be wearing your colors (of course he was proud to rep Ahsoka too, but the fact that his girlfriend went there too was a huge bonus).

The four of you sat around Ben’s flat screen and cheered as your school scored point after point; you knew your school was good, but not that good!

Ahsoka’s team was up against another highly acclaimed school with a stellar athletic record, but they were being crushed by your team.

After a few bowls of popcorn and other game foods, Ahsoka’s team secures a sweeping victory, it was almost embarrassing how much the other team lost by. 

You and Anakin thanked the others for having you over and then went back to his place.

He flung the door open and entered the living room with your lips on his; his gloved hands pawed at your back as his breathing quickened. You headed towards the sofa and gently pushed him down.

He spread his legs as he sat and beckoned for you to sit in his lap with a needy gaze. You complied, straddling his lap with a bare thigh on either side of him; your skirt wasn’t much help to cover your ass from feeling the soft material of his pants. 

With his non-driving hand, he grabbed a handful of your ass and lightly bit at your neck. His lips felt like heaven on your skin.

“A-Anak-” you sighed as you began to grind your hips into his.

“Yea Princess?” he asked through kisses.

“Lay down”

He nodded and you helped him shift his legs onto the sofa before mounting him again. You continued to grind on his clothed cock as you ran your fingers down his chest, leaving the faintest red trails of passion.

He moaned at every thrust you dealt and shuddered when you would pass over his tip. 

“Fuck P-Princess- it f-feels so good- mmmhh” he tossed his head back in sheer pleasure.

In the moment you forgot all about the matter you needed to discuss with your boyfriend, instead only clouds of lust formed in your brain. 

You bent down and hugged him close to your chest as he began to buck his hips into your thighs. His hard member kept running over your sensitive clit…. You were close.

“Nnghh- Y-Y/N s-slow down” he said as he steadied your hips.

“Why? What's wrong babe?” you asked, still lightly swiveling your hips.

“I-I don’t wanna cum yet” he admitted. 

A mischievous grin landed on your face as you sat still for a moment before grinding harder than you had previously been. 

“Fuck!” he shouted before he wrapped his arms around you and shuddered. You could feel the warmth of his cum through his pants. 

With each small move you made, a small noise would escape the man under you. You eventually got off and lifted his waistband to see your work; his dick was coated in cum and was still twitching.

You smiled but then the dreaded feeling of doubt found its way back into your head. 

The news.

He needed to know and preferably sometime soon. 

Anakin breathed heavily on the couch as you retrieved his inhaler; once he was good he gently guided your face to his lips and gave you a loving kiss. 

“I love you so much Y/N… so so much”  he sighed.

Maker… you hoped he loved you enough to get through the news you would eventually have to tell him.

***

A/N: Stuff is heating up guys!!! Hopefully you are all ok w/ the turn this story is taking (IK pregnancy is not everyone’s favorite trope) But I havent written a pregg reader story in an ongoing series so I wanted to try it out (its good for angst heheh)

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[nonbinary-octopus]

so my current 3D printing project is this: I am making a giant lego man

not super huge, just 5x regular lego size. It'll be about eight inches tall when complete

the reasons for this are, primarily, because it’s cool, and also. I just bought legos with my own adult money for the first time, and it turns out that lego people are for some reason considerably more expensive than lego bricks. I had a whole rant about it earlier that I'm not going to retype here, but the short version is, I did not buy any lego people

but then I went on thingiverse and I found a model for a large-scale lego person! (with this remix for better arms)

and I thought, that is very cool. I am going to make a giant lego person, who can sit on top of the lego box and guard the bricks

and then, because it would take quite a while to print the whole thing, I did a miniature test print at regular lego size, which is 20% of the original file size

it took about an hour

and he is a pretty good little lego man!

His head's a little loose, but not too bad. I had to reprint the hands cause I originally oriented them stupidly and they broke immediately, but once I redid them in a smarter position, they just took a little sanding of support droopies before they fit great.

The shoulders took some effort to pop into place, but I had expected that. On the rare occasion an arm came off of a lego person when I was a kid, I remember it being extremely difficult to put it back on. Once I got the arms in place and wiggled them back and forth a few times, they moved perfectly smoothly

The legs were trickier to attach to the hips, and one of them keeps angling itself oddly, so that he stands a bit pigeon-toed. If you mess with it too much, it will fall off.

Also the hips keep springing back out of the torso, which isn't great.

Based on this, plus a couple comments on thingiverse which said several connections were not working great, I knew I might need to make some adjustments. And to know exactly how it needed to be adjusted, I needed to print it at full scale

but I didn't want to spend several days printing, only to have to make adjustments and potentially have to reprint every file

so, first, I made a connection test file

I cut the individual pieces up into just their connection points: a slice of neck from the torso, and the bottom of the head. the shoulder pin on the arm, and the shoulder hole in the torso. The hip pin and hole. the wrist, and the entire hand because it's the smallest piece and didn't make nearly as much of a difference if I printed the whole thing. Plus, it rests on the hand on the buildplate, and it would be tricky to get just the hand post to print without including the hand

the first printing attempt spaghettified

it slipped horizontally not far in, and I suspect that caused the spaghetti, when it tried to print over somewhere that should have been supported and now wasnt. Can't be sure, because nobody saw it happen. My husband called me down to stop the printer when he noticed.

this is the shoulder hole and neck post

it wasn't a total waste, however. I was able to tell from what little had printed of the neck and head that the neck hole was far too large for the post.

So, I made an adjustment to the torso file, making the neck post larger, and restarted the test print with the new version. Unfortunately, restating meant that it went into the evening rather later than I had initially planned, sparking a conversation about what times of day would be most convenient for me to print things so as to not render the living room unhospitible (no hard feelings in either direction, it's just. a loud machine. and it can get annoying to listen to)

That test print went fine, and I was able to test all the fits

conclusions:

the neck now fits perfectly

the hand post is much too small for the wrist

the hip and shoulder joints are both too snug. I was able to force them together, but they will not rotate (they also now will not separate, and the layers around the shoulder hole split when forcing the shoulder pin inside)

so, back to the modeling program to make more adjustments. The simplest of these was to thicken the arm post

for the shouder, I measured all the bits and discovered that part of the problem is that the wall of the torso around the shoulder hole was thicker than the length of the pin before the flared head

in short, the pin was not long enough to reach all the way through the hole and have the flared head pop out on the other side

so, I lengthened the pin, and also put the slit on the flared head on the top as well as the bottom, for extra squishability

For the hips, they have a different pin shape than the shoulder, so I decided to replace it with the same mushroom-shaped kind of pin the shoulder has. I also widened the hole in the leg piece slightly.

You may notice that I didn't mention testing the hip-to-torso connection, despite noting that there was an issue on my initial miniature print. This is because in order to test it, I'd need to print a large enough portion of both the hip and torso pieces that I might as well print the whole thing, so I figured it would be better to get all the other connections correct first, and then adjust that one as need be.

I did take a look at it in the modeling program, however, and discovered that when assembled, the posts in the hips and the sides of the torso attempt to be in the same location. So I trimmed the hip posts to fit.

Then I printed all the altered files in miniature again, because that's a pretty quick test print

As I had hoped, the legs clicked on much better and more sturdily, and the hips fit into the torso much more securely as well.

The hands and head no longer fit at all, but I'd figured that would be the case as well, considering their fit on my initial test and my subsequent adjustments. I'd printed four hands when reprinting them earlier, testing two slightly different positions (the difference in results was negligible), so I used the extras for the new figure. I sanded down the neck post a bit to get the head to fit, and perhaps I should have sanded a bit more but I didn't feel like it

With that promising test, I prepared a new test print file to test the fit of all the adjusted parts at full scale (save the neck, already tested, and the hip-to-torso connection, will test later as explained earlier - so, just the hip and shoulder joints, and the hand, since I didn't change the wrist and can reuse it to test the new hand)

That's printing currently. Will update when it's done.

[psychedelic-ink]

kinktober '22 ║ ⅠⅠ

pairing: pero tovar x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni

word count: 1.9k

summary: despite the fact that you shouldn't, you can't help but continue to visit the prisoner that you still didn't know the name of. An unexpected visitor shows up.

warnings: dry humping, squirting, dirty talk, pero being a little shit as always

a/n: this is part of the ego & black powder series, you don't need to read the first part to read this but it'll add more context if you do! the masterlist isn't out yet but I'll be getting to it soon 💜

part one | series playlist | taglist form | series masterlist

You’ve been sick before. 

You got poisoned, stabbed, got the flu, woke up with a sore throat– You hated it, for sure, but you knew that eventually those misfortunes would pass, one way or another. 

But this isn’t the case when it comes to him. 

Ever since your little…relief session with him, he’s been quiet, suspiciously so. You hadn’t expected him to honor the agreement you forced him to make. The silence irritates you. It shouldn’t but it does. He’s like sand. You remember finding it everywhere after coming back from training when you were a kid. No matter how many times you bathed yourself it didn’t matter, the sand would still be there. It would be on your bed, the floor, still lodged deep in your scalp. 

And that’s exactly what he feels like. No matter what you do, the ghost of him lingers across your skin. He visits you when you’re alone in your bed, touching yourself, remembering how his cock tasted on your tongue, and in those moments you can swear you hear him laughing at you, teasing you for being weak. 

Everytime you enter his cell, you want him to say something, anything. You never thought that you would miss the sound of his voice so much. 

And just like the days before, when you open the heavy door to his cell to feed him, he’s silent, only his eyes following you as you move. You bring the bowl of soup to his lips, he promptly opens up and allows you to feed him. When you see the pink of his tongue, you’re reminded of how soft it felt against your fingers.

“I am done, princesa,” 

You blink, trying to comprehend what he just said. Your gaze falls to the empty bowl that is still pressed against his lips, swallowing, you swiftly pull it back, cheeks feeling warm under his intense gaze. When you continue to stand there, frozen after hearing his voice, his lips twist into a sly smile, eyes shimmering with amusement. 

“Have you been lonely?”

Your heart sinks into your chest. The way he makes you feel is indescribable, confusing. You’re happy, yet you also want to rip your heart out and throw it at his feet. 

“No,” you whisper, eyes looking down. “Why would I feel lonely, I have my comrades,” 

He scoffs at that, smirk shifting into a wide grin. “Comrades?” he repeats gleefully. “I barely hear you talk to any of them. Do not lie to me, I know you were lonely before I came into your life, and you are lonely still,”

The words sting. He’s right. He says it nonchalantly, as if he’s just stating a fact. Despite being a prison guard for as long as you can remember, you never felt like you belonged. The men don’t enjoy you being there, it doesn't matter if you are good at what you do. It doesn’t matter to them if some of their commanders are women. You’re not that high up in the food chain to gain their respect, and despite knowing some of these men since you were a child, they always give you dirty looks, mumbling, muttering. It always happens behind your back. To your face they act normal, laugh with you, eat with you, complain about the disgusting men that lay on the other side of the iron gates. 

But none of it matters when they prefer you gone. 

“You must be tense…” 

Your eyes flicker up to meet his. It’s clear to you that he wants to say more, instead he bites into his bottom lip instead, tongue licking over the dents. The air between the two of you crackles with unspoken words, the hairs across your body lifting at the ghost-like sensation. You swallow, heat building between your legs. No matter what you did your fingers never felt enough after tasting him. Every night you wonder how his cock would feel buried deep in your cunt. Placing the bowl in its place, you eye the closed door before walking up to him, standing only an inch away. 

“What are you saying?” you whisper, you can feel your pupil diapering as you look at him, gaze raking over his jaw and stopping at his throat. You want to bite into him. “What are you proposing?” 

“I propose–” he stops to swallow, his voice thick with want. “You relax and take what you want for a change,” 

The words send a shrill, unsettling feeling up your spine, it settles in your bones. “Take what you want” as if it was ever that simple. You don’t know how to answer him, or what he actually means, until the chains rattle and he spreads his legs. Your eyes follow the movement, hunger spreading within your gut. 

Hands shaking, you take another step, balancing yourself by bracing the wooden pillory, his head between your hands. His back is flushed against the stone cold wall, looking up to him, worry settles across your face. 

“Does it hurt?” you ask, chewing the inside of your cheek. 

“I can barely feel it,” 

He grins, pushing up his thigh at the best of his capabilities. You shiver at the sudden pressure, brows knit together in concentration as you experimentally grind your hips down on to him. Nails scratch the wood as you repeat the movement, a jolt of electricity shooting up your spine. The flimsy trouser he was given to wear barely hides the muscles underneath, he’s strong and steady underneath you, which prompts you to move faster, your breathing becoming uneven. 

Five minutes barely pass and you feel absolutely soaked. You managed to angle yourself in a way that each time you grind down, your puffy clit is caught against the shaft of his thigh. Your moans become louder, more frantic. With the corner of your eye you see him smiling, it annoys you, it annoys you even more when he tries to kiss you. Not slowing down your hips, you pull away. 

“No kissing,” you hiss. “You’re a thief,” 

He laughs at that, head falling back against the pillory as he watches you desperately rut against him. 

“Princesa,” he says, trying to level with you. “I can feel how wet you are. The fabric is shade darker, is a kiss really where you draw the line?”

“Yes,” you breath out, arms shaking. “A kiss is something personal. It requires feelings. Which is something you wouldn’t understand,”

He laughs again, but this time with less humor. You’re too dazed to care, your head falls against his chest, teeth digging into your bottom lip. Everything feels so damn wet. Heat builds between your legs, the coil tightening as the roll of your hips becomes sloppy. Your chest tightens. 

“That’s it,” he purrs, lips dangerously near your ear. “You are so wet, have you been thinking about this for long? Cum for me, want to feel it all,” 

You clench around nothing, you want to look up but refuse to do so. Instead, you furiously shake your head into his chest. You bite back your moans, everything is so intense. He continues to whisper utter filth into your ears, telling you how good your wetness feels, how it could fill the rivers. It’s too much. The tone of his voice is too much. 

You cum with a cry, silencing yourself by biting his chest. You vaguely hear him hiss but you’re too far gone to actually care. You’re positive that you black out for a second, cunt gushing around nothing as the intensity of your orgasm continues to cascade over you. When you’re done, you nearly fall, barely able to pull back. He’s smiling as your gaze travels down, seeing the mess you made. 

“Good girl,” he rasps. “Now show me,” 

You blink in confusion, “Show you what?”

He licks his lips, his eyes out to devour you. The tingles of your orgasm returns, you’re not satisfied with just grinding against his leg. 

“Show me the core of the mess. Bend over and let me see that beautiful pussy of yours,” 

You still, a sudden flush of embarrassment heating up your skin. Chest stuttering, you notice the thick outline of his cock, a small dot of wetness staining the front of the fabric. Then, with a sudden bravery, you lower your own trousers, turn and bend over, just like he said. 

He groans at the mere sight of you, chains rattling as he thrusts into the air. 

“Spread yourself for me,” 

Reaching out, with two fingers you spread your folds. You don’t dare to say anything, you fear something might happen as soon as you open your mouth. The chains rattle again. You squeeze your eyes shut, desperately trying to calm your raging heart. It’s deadly silent now, you can feel yourself dripping. 

In the end it isn’t you talking that breaks the spell, it’s a series of footsteps that’s heading your way. 

“Fuck!” you gasp, pulling your trousers up. At the same time you run towards the water bowl and fill it with water. You can hear him chuckling behind you. 

“I told you you were mine. And now our real story begins, mi vida,” 

Before you can pry and ask what he means, the door opens. The water sloshes inside the bowl as you turn, some of it spilling over the bowl and wetting your fingers. You look absolutely dumbfounded. A man you don’t know and a guard walks in, you remember his name being Jungfeng. He eyes you suspiciously, but he’s quick to shrug it off as he leaves you and the new arrival alone in the cell. 

The stranger ignores you completely, an amused glance appearing as he stares at the prisoner. 

“Tovar,” he says, voice full of humor. “So, how’s life without me?”

Tovar. That must be his last name. It feels odd to know. 

By the air alone you can tell that these two have known each other for a while. Tovar sheepishly grins, moving a bit. His eyes flicker to you, lips curling up. 

“A little slow,” he answers, eyes still locked to yours. 

Finally the stranger turns, eyes wide as he finally notices you. His eyes briefly scans your body, observes your expression and turns back to Tovar. 

“Seems like it,” he grins, you feel heated within the stifling cell. You want to leave but you can’t. 

“You’re a hero after all,” Tovar says, your presence forgotten. He looks away then back to his friend. “So what are they giving you for all of your troubles–” 

You zone out, not wanting to hear the rest. With the way your heart is beating, you doubt you would be able to hear them properly anyway. He’s going to leave and you’re going to be alone, all over again. It was nice while it lasted, however, you wouldn’t mind if it had lasted a little bit longer. You’re not sure who this newcomer is, but his mere presence makes rage bubble inside of you. 

“Are you coming, princesa?” 

You jump at the loud voice. Looking up to Tovar, you blink before shaking your head. The stranger is amidst freeing his right arm, Tovar grins at your confusion. 

“I said would you like to join us,” he, you can only assume, repeats himself. “It would be good to have someone who knows the land after the cavalry leaves us,” 

“Me?” you say, your mouth spitting cotton. “Come with you?”

“Yes, it’ll be fun,” 

When he stands, actually stands, only an inch away from you. You feel lightheaded. He’s much taller than you anticipated, his presence towering and intimidating. His gaze is playful, lips twisted in an amused smile. You can tell he’s enjoying himself. He reeks of danger and heartbreak. 

So it surprises you when you accept his offer. 

He doesn’t seem at all surprised. 

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Sandbox Adventures?

I took a long romp in the sandbox of the One Piece universe and had a really good time in the process. I humbly present my sand castle, not a grain of which actually belongs to me... but it was still fun building it :)

Story below the cut. The only thing longer and more nonsensical than this garbage is the actual media that inspired it. This monstrosity exists on physical paper alone at the moment, but this is me committing to typing the story out in its entirety. Chapter links will be added at the bottom as I manage to upload them. I have yet to choose a story title.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Mild violence

"I guess my good luck hasn't deserted me after all."

Night fell slowly over Whiskey Peak, but fall it did. Moonlight streamed through a barred window onto Avariya Lana's face, illuminating the smile she found herself unable to suppress. The party raging outside sounded ridiculous, epic in proportion. She couldn't imagine it would be such a festive night that no guards were posted, but still...

"All this celebration, just because they were able to capture little old me?"

Corrin's smug tone grated on Lana's burgeoning elation. Her smile fell and she rolled her eyes. Behind her back, her fingers worked, slipping between the tight knots binding her hands. Corrin's insufferable grin grew as he watched his prized lockpick skillfully tackle the ropes that stood between her and freedom.

"It never gets old," he chuckled. In the blink of an eye, the knot surrendered, falling apart. "Seriously, they think anyone can tie a knot that can hold the world's nimblest fingers captive?"

Lana stood, rubbing her wrists and stretching away the stiffness of her confinement.

"It's true," she sighed. "Compared to the puzzle of pins and tumblers, even the most complicated knots are a piece of cake."

Lana's words held no pride. If anything, her tone was vexed as she proclaimed her skill.

"My turn," Corrin grinned. He looked on, joined by the rest of his crew, all as cocky as their captain while they waited for Lana to untie them. She didn't spare them a glance. Outside, the din of the raucous party died rather abruptly. She clenched her teeth anxiously.

"This means I've either lost my best chance," she commented, talking to herself, "... or this is the best chance I'll ever get."

Corrin's grin faltered. He recognized her tone.

"Don't tell me you're thinking of making a break for it again," he groaned wearily. "Be serious. You don't have the nerve to try a stunt like that. Not after the beating I gave you last time."

Lana did her best not to tremble, but she couldn't help it. Corrin's smile returned at the sight.

"Now, be a good girl. Free your captain so we can escape this place."

Lana shook harder, but not only with fear. She was afraid, but anger rose in her as well. Corrin noticed every change in her features, saw the defiance brewing in her eyes. He scowled as Lana stepped toward the door.

"You're not my captain," she spat.

"Avariya! You fool! What do you think you're doing?!"

Lana kept going.

"You haven't thought this through! Stop and use your head! Even if you make it out of this room, you don't stand a chance against those bounty hunters on your own! Free me now and I'll forget your insolence just this once! Avariya! Take one more step and it'll be too late! I'm warning you!"

Lana ignored him and knelt at the door, eye-level with the lock. She patted the lining of her boot, pulling out the slender tools the bounty hunters had missed when they searched her.

"Save your breath," she said, inserting the pins into the lock. "You can't manipulate me. The only power you and your goons ever had over me was physical, Corrin. I'd like to see you try to lay a hand on me from inside a jail cell."

Lana's smile returned, stronger than ever as she imagined her oppressor behind bars. The lock clicked compliantly under her pressuring and the door creaked open a centimeter.

'If they posted guards, it could all be over before I even take my first step,' she thought, heart pounding nervously.

At her back, Corrin's rage was uncontainable.

"Avariya! Never forget!"

With so much yelling, Lana would have expected guards to have investigated by now. She threw the door open, fists ready. She was hardly the most skilled fighter, but with her freedom on the line, she had no choice but to give it her all.

The hallway outside was deserted.

Lana gasped, unable to believe her eyes. Could it really be this easy? What was going on outside? Had fate or fortune smiled upon her so generously as to secure the path ahead of her?

She took a step over the threshold.

"You're marked, fool!"

Corrin's shout held her back momentarily. Out of habit, her left hand flew to clutch her right wrist, wrapped in a purple silk wristband with braiding and gilded gold details.

"There's nowhere you can go, nowhere you can run or hide where I won't be able to track you down!" Corrin reminded her.

Lana ground her teeth together, fury and glee rising together to fill her. She turned to face Corrin one last time with a hysterical, maniacal grin that reflected the lowest depth of her hatred and the highest peak of her gratitude.

"If you ever see the light of day again... come find me, Corrin! Til then, you can rot like the scum you are!"

Lana slammed the door on her former captors, locked it, and took off running down the hall. Over the sound of her own panted breaths, she heard a commotion outside. More partying?

No. Lana heard a gunshot ring out. Shouting, screams of pain, the unmistakable clash of steel on steel...

Sweat dripped down her face as she emerged into the tumultuous night. The scene before her was pure chaos, combatants surging together. The mob was disorganized and ramshackle, but clearly united against one enemy, oriented toward some common goal.

"Bounty hunters," Lana guessed. "But who are they fighting? Gah, never mind, I don't have time to worry about that! And I have to stop talking to myself!"

She needed to find the docks. Whatever conflict had arisen here was a boon that would all but ensure her escape. She just needed a small ship so she could put some distance between herself and Whiskey Peak.

Lana dashed away from the fray, darting between buildings and praying not to be noticed. She kept one eye on the fight, but what she saw only left her more confused. It looked like the entire battle centered around a lone swordsman, beset on all sides by mercenaries. Shockingly, he seemed to be holding his own against their combined force. His movements were a blur, but Lana thought just for a moment that she could discern three blades being wielded at once.

'Ridiculous! I must be seeing things!'

"Hey!"

The voice was familiar. One of the bounty hunters who'd trapped the Seeker pirate crew and Lana along with them.

'Damn it! Come on luck, don't run out on me now!'

"Djanni! One of the Seeker crew is loose!" the man yelled.

"I'm a little busy!" someone else called back from the midst of the fray. "Let her run, we'll take care of her after this damn swordsman's been dealt with!"

"Let her run?! What are you, brain dead? That's money running off!"

"If you're worried about it, then go get her!"

Lana's heart pounded with exertion as she fled the scene, determined to take full advantage of the head start she had on the bounty hunter.

'This seems familiar... if I'm right, the docks should be just up ahead...'

Lana couldn't see her pursuer, but she could hear their heavy footfalls against the stone street as they persisted. Up ahead, the docks beckoned, but Lana knew better than to think she might be able to cast off before the bounty hunter caught up to her.

'I might be able to hide... they might assume I've kept running! If not, it's all over for me!'

Lana dove onto the deck of the first ship she saw and crawled into a barrel.

'I'm breathing too hard. I need to get a grip.'

Easy enough in theory, but the all-out sprint through the streets of Whiskey Peak had taken everything she had. The ragged gasp of her strained breath as her lungs struggled to replenish the oxygen in her blood as quickly as possibly wasn't something she had the skills or discipline to control.

"Stupid little pirate. I've never heard a barrel panting so hard before in my life," the bounty hunter laughed. "Here... I'll be generous and roll you back since you're so exhausted."

Lana could have sobbed in despair, but she only had time to cry out in alarm as her entire world went spinning. She felt it the first three times her head knocked against the wood, echoing in the tight space. After that, she lost consciousness.

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Some extra weather phase ideas for Misty that I made. These ideas save for sandstorm (That was a spur of the moment mode inspired by me and some friends talking about her in a Pokemon AU) have all been floating around in my headspace for a while, and I figured of all the drawing ideas in my backlog, this one wouldn't be too tedious to make. Might as well get it out before my fixation on TTCC inevitably goes away and I lose motivation to work on most of my ideas relating to it.

Some notes about each weather phase below the cut:

~I'm on board with the headcanon that Misty's weather states represent the emotions she's feeling at that given time.

That being said, cloudy is weather happens when she's feeling happy, for once. Iin battle this would end up being the one phase that benefits the Toons fighting her besides heavy rain. Seeing the boatyard's best weather in a while would make the Toons smile, granting them Cheer for the entire duration of the phase.

A little bonus fact, by the way, this state was inspired by that Twitter comic featuring her and Mary. Did you notice that Misty's hair starts turning lavender from the bottom in the 2nd panel? That's basically why I settled with lavender here instead of say, pure white.

-Sandstorm occurs when Misty feels nauseous. Her hair turns a sickly brown, like a dried up pond during a drought, while hundreds of sand particles orbit around her head. The amount of dust hinder vision, decreasing the accuracy of both Toon and Cog attacks (Though, Toons do get a greater penalty than the Cogs).

-I haven't quite figured out everything for snow and hail, so I'll talk about them together. I don't how snow would work in battle, but I think in terms of Misty's psyche, I'd think it represent her in contemplation. I don't really have a reasoning as to why, those are just the vibes I get. Obviously this state is likely only possible during the Winter or in the Brrgh, so it doesn't always occur when Misty is like that.

Hail, on the other hand, I'm unsure about emotion it'd represent. Jealousy? Spite? Apathy? I dunno. As for its battle effect, it applies damage over time to Toons and Cogs, though like with sandstorm, Toons end up getting the shorter end of the stick and take more damage. Maybe to differentiate it from oil rain a bit more, it'll do damage at both the beginning and end of every turn it's active on.

[milkweedman]

Made another spindle today. No video this time bc muscle relaxants make it rly hard to spin if i have to wrangle a camera too.

This was the offcut of the last spindle i made, so it's very short. It'll be mostly for counter spinning at work, i imagine.

Refining the bottom. I usually do this pretty early on, for whatever reason.

And then refining the tip, and adding some decorative holes. Idk why, just felt like it needed a bit of interest.

Cleaning up the holes by rubbing it with a nail. The drill left a lot of mess in there

After sanding and wiping down with olive oil. Lots of interesting colors in this one.

Finished and spinning with it. The wool is a ryå/rambouillet blend, very soft and lovely.

It spins pretty well, but not as good as my other recent ones. I think its because i fucked up the center of gravity, but idk

[heretherebedork]

Rank your favorite Only Friends from your favorite to...well shitty one. And explain cause you just explain it so much better. (I know Atom is on that deep sea below after what we have witnessed.)

Oh, man, this is so hard. Mostly the top. The top is hard. The bottom is easy.

Okay. Let me try.

Boeing. Look, he is nothing but drama and trouble and I love him. He walked in looking so sweet and like he was going to be the best queer platonic friend and then he lit everything on fire and is going to fan those flames with his lips. Love him, love his wrongs.

Boston. My problematic child. I love him so much. He wants to have casual sex and he's afraid of making connections because he knows he's leaving and he has his very own moral code that doesn't always reflect the rest of the world but does reflect him and he is constantly being judged by the people around him for daring to be a promiscuous gay man and while he has done his fair share of gay wrongs he's done far less than he is accused of.

Sand. My beloved boy who deserves so much. He gave back the money that he was given to help Ray because he loved Ray too much to accept money knowing how much it would hurt Ray and he didn't have a chance to defend himself but he still loves that mess of a man so much but he loves his friends as well (friends being Nick) and he's mostly just doing his best not to drown.

Ray. The problematic babygirl. I love a broken little rich boy. I always do, I always will. The one person in the room who feels the least loved and acts out because there's no other way to get attention or love or affection and who latch onto whoever shows them kindness but doesn't know how to show kindness or love in return because he's never felt worthy of it and so throws money at everything hoping it'll keep people there but hates it all the more for keeping people there because it proves how useless he is.

Dan. The darling green flag. I'm sorry I joined in other people in doubting you, I wasn't sure how to disagree at the time and you turned out to just be a sweetheart. I appreciate that. I feel bad that you won't get the boy and that Jojo is unlikely to give me NickDanBoston because that is my new ideal... but still. You get to be here!

Nick. The red flag sexual. This boy. I really do love him but I also fear for him. He is a disaster. He is a danger to himself and others and the only person he should date is Botson. No denials. No hesitation. Just... date Boston, child, he is exactly who you want to date.

April. Also in the show. She's got no screen time so I've got no reason to hate her but also no reason to love her. But she's sweet and seems like a good communicator?

Top. The one who's trying too hard. I am kind of indifferent to Top. He is... fine. Like, I am not emotionally invested in him at all, frankly. But he's fine. I kind of hope he realizes that he should move on from Mew and maybe, like, find someone else or just exist as single for a bit? Because the way Mew treats him is not exactly ready for a second chance.

Mew. The sanctimonious one. I spent the start of this show hoping that Mew would be manipulative only for him to just turn out to be judgemental instead. That's much less interesting. And much less enjoyable to watch. He thinks he's so much better than all his friends and Top and even Boeing. He thinks he's always right and that his moral code is the Only Good One and his worry for his friends is rarely expressed kindly or with empathy. I don't like him that much but I'm mostly just bored by him. Also, he should have known Boston wouldn't blackmail anyone considering how someone was actively blackmailing him and that Mew knows that Boston's sex life being revealed is something he doesn't want.

Cheum. The really sanctimonious one. The mean girl who thinks she's a mom friend. I just... don't like her. I really don't. I think she thinks she's better than everyone around her except Mew and that she holds a lot of judgements against her friends for not living up to her idea of who they should be and that she is not kind or empathetic and that she should, frankly, take a step back and consider kindness and active listening for even a second.

Atom. The fucker. This boy can go to hell. He wants to hurt Boston for doing exactly what he said he was going to do, lied about him and not only lied but made very specific accusations against him as part of the lying because he was hurt. Atom is out to destroy Boston and has basically destroyed his chance at passing this class and could easily set him up for blackmail at this point (exactly what he accused him of.)

There are so many characters.