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oceansssblue · 4 months

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Hello, I hope that you are having an amazing day. If requests are still open, I have a funny Star Wars prompt/or/oneshot if you want. You know how in Top Gun, after Maverick flirts with a lady at a bar, only to find out the next day that she is his superior officer. What about a similar situation in the Clone Wars era, in which one of the members of the Bad Batch, or one of the 501st like Fives, flirts with a female Jedi reader (who's probably in her early twenties) at the 79s, not knowing that she is a Jedi General. Only to find out the next day that she is the Jedi General assigned to them for their next mission.

Her appearance in the bar makes her look nothing like a Jedi. She just looks like a civilian until she is in her jedi robes the next day. She doesn't deliberately deceive them or anything. She just wanted to unwind after an undercover mission. She just didn't think bringing up that she is a Jedi was important, she assumed they already knew. The only hint she gave on their "date" night was a happy and playful "see you tomorrow" as they part ways to get to their respective homes/barracks. She is happy to see them the next day.

Cool fun little oneshot! Decided to go with Crosshair, seems more like his thing.

Hope you like it!

Xx,

Sky.

"SEE YOU TOMORROW"

CROSSHAIR/F REDADER 📩💖

WARNINGS: ALCOHOL, FLIRTING&TEASING.

Your muscles still ache after a two year undercover mision in Alcaz. Spending long hours of running and hiding in the capital will do that to anyone; even a Jedi. Your first mision with the Order started years ago; even if you're still young right now. Everyone starts early these days; you went from youngling to padawan and Jedi Knight in just a blink of an eye. The war makes you feel older than what you really are.

It's weird being back in Coruscant. Back in a normal setting were you don't need to constantly be aware of your surroundings –even if it's instinctual, now–; where you're not constantly in danger. Entering 79's, your eyes quickly flickering over the crowd of tipsy clones and the dance floor, a tiny smile makes it up to your face. You feel inmediately relieved, somehow. You don't need to pretend here. You don't need to be a soldier, a Jedi Knight, a General. You don't have responsabilities and lifes dangling from your shoulders. Here, right now, you can just be you, a simple girl in her twenty-two's.

Happy smile still in your face, you make your way towards the bar. You order a sweet drink light on the alcohol side to start with; turning around and taking small sips while you scan the bar distractedly. There's a few eyes on you already. Not because you're necesarily pretty –though you believe yourself to look alright–; but simply necause you're one of the few natives around here, and more so a woman. Clones will always be ever the gentleman, it's ingrained in their discipline, their sense of honor; but they're still men, real humans, and they have urges like everyone else. Like Jedis do, too, no matter what many people think.

You're not really in the mood for sex, though. You're too tired for that; your plan is to spend a few hours drinking and chatting and then return to the Temple. You've got a meeting tomorrow, and you should make sure you get your well deserved, comfortable sleep. You're almost drooling thinking of a bed already, but you'd like to unwind a bit first; even though your body is tired, you feel your mind too active to surrender to dreamland yet. Plus, you need to disconect from your previous mision and adapt to your new situation; to the new changes.

A few troopers that you had the chance to meet before starting your jump around the galaxy to serve to the Jedi and the Republic recognises you, and you quickly find yourself chatting amicably in a booth with them. They're kind, and perfectly respectful; they speak to you as if you were a normal person, though –not a general, not a Jedi–, and you soon fall into a relaxed posture and a lazy smile. None of you speak about war, about their fears and worries; but of hopes and desires, jokes and secret lovers that await for them patiently all over Coruscant. Some look flustered after realising they've confessed such things in front of you; but you just shake your head and smile. You're glad they're finding some happiness wherever they can.

On your third drink in –and probably the last one, judging by your flushed cheeks and the low hum of carefree excitement & arousal spreading inside of you– you feel another stare on you. It's heavy, it's intent so clear it's almost screaming at you; and you listen to your Jedi instincts, eyes slowly flickering around the bar to find it's owner.

You come up with a pair of dark brown eyes. They're the exact same shade of most of the clones in the GAR; and yet, it's stare so much more intense. It could almost cut through you and hit someone on the other side.

You study him curiously in the same way he has been observing you before. Even sitting down in a booth with some other soldiers, you can tell he's taller than most; the shape of his body and muscles long and thin, agile, though still strong. It's impossible not to notice the tattoo around his right eye; it fits him well, really. What surprises you most about him –besides his stare– is his hair, though; a mix of greys so pretty it almost shines under the lights of the 79's.

He's still dressed up on armour, like a lot of other soldiers on the bar. His is black and grey with a few stripes of dark red; a white skull with a "99" underneath it on his right pauldron. It's right then and there when you understand who he is, who they are; and your eyes twinkle in amusement, your smile widening. This is Clone Force 99, the squad that will be under your command. The Council told you they were different, that they had special abilities very useful for battles; but they fail to mention you they were literally, physically different as well.

You understand... Crosshair's –he must be– cautious and curious study then; he might be wanting to find out who exactly their new General is, and how does she behave when she's not on duty like everyone else.

You shoot him a grin and Crosshair's neutral, almost uniterested face turns into a smirk. He arches an eyebrow, and makes a gesture with his head; a welcome for you to join them in their table. You nod and say your goodbyes to the troopers; smiling and shooting one or two more playful comments before making your way across the room, walking confidently to this squad of extraordinary men.

"Hey there, boys" you greet them, deciding for informality in order to not spoil their night of fun from the start. "Care if I join?"

There's various reactions around the table. Crosshair looks amused. Echo and Tech are purely surprised –the later one quickly scanning you almost as if trying to find information about you with just his eyes–; while Hunter looks hesitant. Wrecker is openly excited and happy.

"Yeah, take a sit!" He pushes his brothers to one side, making room for you in the circular booth their sitting in, ignoring the other's quiet, pained grunts.

They all look a little tipsy too.

You chuckle and take the offer, letting down your drink on top of the table and sitting besides Wrecker. Crosshair arches his eyebrow again, still finding amusing how you seem confident enough in a table –a bar– surrounded by men. He likes confidence in a woman, but such levels are a bit more rare.

"Comfortable?" He asks, his voice deep and smooth, almost a lazy drawl, and you grin back at him.

"Very" you answer, emphasising your answer by taking a long sip of your alcohol and laying lazily against the booths backrest.

After holding his stare for a few seconds, you turn your attention back to the rest of the group; scanning them curiously. They do de same with you.

"So, didn't have time to do a change of clothes?" You point out. "Did you come back from a mission today, or is this just an night outfit choice?"

Wrecker laughs, will Echo and Hunter show a tiny smile. Tech is completely serious still, lost in his thoughts without tearing his eyes from you. Crosshair also stares at you.

"We came back from a mission a pair of hours ago, yeah" Hunter finally answers, relaxing slowly. "Thought we should enjoy a bit of freedom before getting back to work tomorrow".

His voice is deep as well; a bit more soft yet raspy.

"Ah" you answer, smiling guiltily. "Got it. Well, I'm not going to cut out your fun, no worries. Feel free to drink and chat as much as you like. Also... This is still a good fit. Beautiful armour, guys".

This time Tech blushes, Echo clears his throat in silence and Wrecker, Hunter, and Crosshair, all smile widely. Ah, yes, you forgot; armours are precious to all Mandalorians, including clones, and you could have very well call them...

"So you think we're hot? That it?" Crosshair drawls, eyes interested.

You laugh shrugging your shoulders. Yeah, well, you might be a little too tipsy. This is definitely your last drink if you want to keep things professional. Force knows if you weren't a Jedi and this weren't your men you'd have had already tried to take one of them home. Huh, it seems you're not as tired as you thought.

"Pretty" you correct him, if only to mock him a bit and play with him.

Crosshair's stare darkens and you can feel his arousal and want calling you through the Force.

You smile down playing with the rim of your glass distractedly, and feeling a sudden wave of shyness. Alcohol is a dangerous thing.

The thought makes you giggle a bit.

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The night goes on, and you switch to a non-alcohol drink as promised to yourself. The conversation turns normal and more easy as the clock ticks by; all of them being very interesting, fun people to chat with. Crosshair and Echo are more reserved than the rest; different types of quiet observing and thoughtfullness. You suspect the second one isn't as comfortable with your presence as the rest –while you have no doubt that that wouldn't suppose a problem in battlefield, you know he's an excellent soldier–; while Crosshair... Crosshair's intentions are still quite clear.

He's bold, you have to say. Most troopers wouldn't want to risk being reported for misconduct even if they know most Jedis would just gently shut their intentions down if it were the case. Clones usually don't want to risk it; though it's evident that Crosshair doesn't think you will or plainly, doesn't care.

It doesn't bother you. He's attractive, and it feels good to be desired; you're a Jedi, but you're also just twenty-two, and you can't help it yourself. Still, you're nothing but polite to him, if only a bit of playfullness here and there. You're not going to go to bed with him, not before your oficial meeting; not while you can still resist.

You sigh with a smile.

"Well, boys, it has been a pleasure" you start, standing up and patting Wrecker's shoulder besides you. "But I think I'm gonna go and try to shut an eye. Have your fun without me, see you tomorrow!"

Tech eyes widen slightly, observing your retreating figure while Crosshair makes a move to follow you out of 79's.

Tech grabs his brother's shoulder and pulls him back down, ignoring Crosshair's almost snarl.

"She expressed her desire to go to sleep, Crosshair. Let her be" he opted to say, still not 100% sure of his theory before proving it with a quick search on his datapad.

Crosshair sighed and gulped down the remaining of his drink.

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No matter that the Batch had left 79's pretty late in the night, they were all rised and prepared to meet their new General at 0600 puntually. Their faces carried nag under their eyes and various degrees of tiredness; but they weren't being shipped anywhere, so there was no real problem with that. It was just a formal meeting so they could put a face to the name and greet each other; then they'll be left alone to enjoy the rest of their shore-leave day.

"I hope she's nice!" commented Wrecker while they waited up in a line in front of the Marauder.

Hunter hummed.

"I just hope she lets us do our thing" he muttered, clearly not very happy about the new placement.

None of them were particularly enthusiastic; they had never had a personal Jedi General before, and it would be a big change for everyone involved.

"I am confident she will" answered Tech, perhaps the only one holding positive thoughts about it. "I have thoroughly researched our General in the early hours of the morning and she has an impressive record on undercover missions and other side tasks. It seems she is usually sent on unusual requests as well, just like us. In adition, she is fairly easy going. I am positive we would all be able to adapt to each other well".

Right when Wrecker was going to ask with a deep frown etched on his face how did he know she was as "easy-going" as Tech affirmed, a female figure crossed the doors of the hangar walking towards them with wide confident steps.

Wrecker's, Echo's and Hunter's faces stared back in shock; while Tech nodded firmly as if he were explaining something to them, and Crosshair followed the young Jedi's movement full of intrigue and a masked surprise.

"Morning, troopers!" She greeted them, still a few meters away from them.

Her smile was radiant in the greyness of the hangar bay.

Crosshair leaned towards the smartest of his brothers, subtle.

"Punishment for fucking your Jedi General?" he asked in a distracted whispered, eyes never leaving the woman aproaching them.

Tech answered completely unbothered by his antics; posture firm.

"From an informal reprimand to proper decomissioning".

Crosshair smirked.

"I'll risk it".

He arched an eyebrow in amused defiance when she looked straight at him.

THE END.

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Taraaa! Here it is love, hope you like it! It was a little fun cheeky thing to write :)

Not checked after finishing writing it cause I have exam tomorrow and still got a few finals left, but I hope I didn't make a lot of mistakes!

Only two more requests left before I jump onto another tbb Mermaid fic. Don't worry, yall, I will reopen requests the future, just let me survive my exams first ;)

Stay tunned!

Xx,

Sky.

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iconicstoner · 6 months

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I don't feel like Emmett gets enough love...maybe something where reader really wants his attention but he is hunting (or something like that) and really misses the feeling of his lips and hands...I'd also prefer to see how cheeky and lighthearted he can be...thank youuuu

a/n: I really loved writing this and thank you sm for the request! Emmett is a super underrated character and I always love getting to write about him. I hope you enjoy the story :)

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miss me?

gn!reader x emmett cullen (fluff)

words: 1243

summary: You can’t help missing Emmett, your boyfriend, while he’s away hunting. When he’s finally back he learns how much you missed him, which results in him playfully teasing you.

“Is it even fair that you’re playing Scrabble with us?” you ask Edward, frustrated about your losing streak. Esme, Carlile, Edward, and you are all playing Scrabble together in the living room. Alice and Rosalie are there too, but neither of them are playing. Rosalie is watching a soap opera and Alice is knitting something. She says it’s going to be a sweater, but it doesn’t really look like one.

“It’s Scrabble, not poker. Reading minds doesn’t exactly help me with this game,” Edward responds as he lays down the word fuliginous.

“What the fuck kind of work is fuliginous?” you ask, annoyed with him.

“It means sooty,” Edward said sassily. Carlisle laughed under his breath, trying to hide it. Carlisle and Esme had really embraced you as one of their kids, but like most siblings, you and Edward were always teasing each other about something. In fact, most people in this family were always teasing each other. It made everyone feel more human to not be so grim all the time. That’s what had originally attracted you to Emmett. He was always laughing or cracking jokes, and he reminded you not to take everything so seriously. That’s why when he first confessed his love to you, you thought it was just some joke. Right after, when he started kissing you, you realized it was serious.

“I forfeit,” Carlisle said.

“What?” You asked disappointedly. In the Cullen house it was widely agreed that if someone forfeit it felt like no one truly won.

“Yeah, he’s got nothing he can play,” Edward responded. Clearly his mind reading was helping him with Scrabble.

“Why do you seem so upset?” Esme asked you, softly touching your hand. At heart, she was such a mother.

“Because Scrabble was an effort to pass the time while waiting for Emmett to come back,” Edward responded while looking at you, trying to embarrass you. Yesterday, Emmett and Jasper left to go hunting together and they wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. Emmett returning had been all that you’d thought about since he left, and it was starting to drive Edward insane. You couldn’t get his lips off your mind. Cold, soft, always ready to kiss you with so much passion. The thought of his hands was even worse. You reminisced on how large and strong they were. You constantly replayed in your mind the memories of Emmett holding your hips like someone holding onto their favorite mug. Tightly, tight enough to never drop it, but gentle enough to not make it shatter.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be back early,” Alice tells you from across the room. “But when they’re back you might not be so happy about it,” Alice warns you playfully. Edward laughs, presumably having already seen whatever Alice predicted. You just roll your eyes and start to clean up the board game.

The next day you stayed in bed all morning watching reruns of your favorite show, hiding away under your comforter. You only got out of bed and got dressed for the day after Alice told you to “look presentable for when Emmett gets home.” Even if she also teased about how much you missed Emmett that weekend, you knew she’d understand. According to Edward, she’d been thinking about nothing but date ideas for when Jasper was back. You were biased, so of course you thought that you and Emmet were the cutest couple, but you had to admit Jasper and Alice were a very close second.

“They’re here!” Alice shouted excitedly from downstairs. You quickly rushed down, excited to see Emmett once again. It had been a long weekend, and even if you had infinite time with him, it never made the time away from him any easier.

“Hey, darlin’,” Jasper says as he walks through the front door, quickly grabbing Alice’s hand and kissing it gently. Emmett walked in a few seconds later and began to lean on the doorframe. He had one hand on his waist and the other propped up against the door frame, trying to look seductive. As always, it worked.

“Miss me, sweetheart?” Emmett asks you playfully. You laugh and he quickly walks over to envelop you in a hug, running his hands through your hair after he does.

“How do you know about that,” you ask confusedly, reluctantly removing yourself from the hug.

“Well, according to the rest of the family you just couldn’t stand to be without me. Constantly talking about how you miss my muscles and my mouth and my-”

“Okay, that’s enough,” you say, embarrassed. He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you have to try not to laugh.

“Y’know, I remember you thinking about how when you got Emmett alone again you were gonna-” You immediately cut Edward off the same way you had Emmett. It’s a miracle Emmett can’t blush, because he knows if he was human he’d be firetruck red.

“Oh, I’m gonna kill you,” you shout as you try to jump at Edward. Emmett quickly grabs you by the waist, pulling you back as you make an attempt to strangle Edward. You hear Emmet laugh at your antics as you send a piercing glare Edward’s way.

“Calm down, killer,” Emmett remarks lightheartedly. Edward hisses at you like a cat that’s been dumped in water, so you reach an arm out to him, pretending to try and claw at him.

“Oh! They’re having another cat fight!” Alice exclaims, causing the whole room to laugh.

“Let’s get you away from this moron,” Emmett jokes, throwing a cheeky glance at Edward. Without warning, he quickly throws you over his shoulder and begins to walk toward your bedroom. That vampire speed and strength really allows him to do anything. You make an attempt to playfully hit his back as you dangle from his shoulder, but it’s a fruitless endeavor. You hear small laughs from everyone else, but you're not even embarrassed. They’re your family.

“So, what was it you were gonna do to me when we’re alone?” Emmett asks playfully as he walks up the stairs, still carrying you. He sets you down on the ground when the two of you make it to your room, looking at you with an expectant smirk. You sit on the bed, and he looks down at you curiously.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” you tease.

“Don’t taunt me,” he warns with a grin. “Besides, I don’t blame you. Who could resist a big strong man like moi?” He asks as he begins to flex his biceps.

“Yuck,” you joke, pushing his arm away.

“Oh please,” he rolls his eyes playfully and sits down next to you. “I heard about how much you missed me. And my hands. And my lips.”

“I really will kill Edward,” You respond, deadpan.

“You’ll have to get through me first,” Emmett teases. He wraps his arms around you and flexes his muscles, causing them to tighten around you.

“No way, I’ll feel too bad when you lose,” you say, trying to hold back a smile as you pretend to be worried about him losing a fight to you.

“In your dreams,” he scoffs, removing his arms from around you, pretending to be hurt.

“In my dreams for sure,” you respond flirtatiously, causing Emmett to laugh.

“Dork,” he responds, kissing you right after. He would probably be teasing you about how much you missed him for a while, but that might be something you could get used to.

#twilight #emmett cullen #emmett x reader #the cullens #emmett cullen x you #emmett cullen x y/n #twilight fanfiction #twilight oneshot #twilight imagine #emmett cullen fanfiction #emmett cullen imagine #emmett cullen oneshot #emmett cullen teasing you bc of course he would

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underthetree845 · 11 months

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Pocky Game? (have you ever heard of the...)

Dazai Osamu/Reader (oneshot)

Cws: gn! reader (he calls you "Belladonna" and "Beautiful" but gender is not explicitly stated), ada dazai, flirting, (one) mention of suicide because it's Dazai, mutual pining because I'm such a sucker for it, office love, pocky game, dazai osamu needs a hug, dazai being a (loveable) piece of work

About 1.5k words

Summary: Dazai and Reader play the pocky game in the office of the Armed Detective Agency.

A/n: In case anyone gets confused, the song reference is to I Want It That Way by Backstreet Boys. I can't believe I actually kept that joke in there. Anyways, I've never written for this trope before and I wanted to try, so I ended up with this!

He’s such a goddamn tease.

Always has been.

With those big brown eyes, so deep yet so sharp. Like some cruel joke, the longer you stare the more difficult it gets to look away.

He knows the way your knees go weak when he brushes his hand along your spine. He knows you nearly can’t stand it when he drops his voice an octave and utters words far too close to your ear for you to comprehend the actual meaning of. Those coffee-colored eyes observe every detail of your reaction, then file it all away in that bewildering mind for god knows what reason.

So how, you wonder, did you ever end up with those eyes mere centimeters away from your own, the glint in them paired with a mischievous curl of his lips?

“Y/n-san!~” an all too familiar voice bursts through the office door. The tall man takes long strides up to meet you, sitting down with a plop in his office chair right across from yours. He wheels it out to the side, you hear something shuffling as he slips it into his pocket.

Kunikida would’ve condemned you for the stoicism you displayed. Finally, when Dazai bumps his seat into yours, you turn to look at him with a long, unfazed sigh.

“Dazai, I wanted to stay alone in the office during lunch so I could finish up a report, remember?” you remind him, hands still hovering over the keys of your computer.

“Let’s play a game,” he suggests, equally unfazed as he stares at you with a grin.

“The answer is no,” you turn back to your screen, just barely missing the start of a pout on his lips.

“But why?” he leans forward.

“No.”

“Y/n-san!”

“Dazai,” your tone is hard.

“Tell me why,” he insists, blinking those stupid brown eyes up at you like some kind of lost puppy.

“I need to finish this because someone didn’t complete their half of the report for the field job we did yesterday,” you remind him sternly.

He pauses for a moment before, very quietly, ever so softly, you hear, “Ain’t nothing but a heartache~”

“Oh,” you loudly scoff, “I think I’m actually going to kill you.”

Dazai’s mouth quirks into a grin.

“Ain’t nothing but a mistake,” he continues, that stupidly charming smile growing on his lips.

“Dazai,” you shove his shoulder, not being able to help the chuckle that slips from your throat.

“And I never wanna hear you say,” the brunette theatrically sings into an invisible microphone before holding it out to you. You make eye contact and a sigh leaves your lips.

“...That I want it that way,” you finish sheepishly. Dazai didn’t miss the faint dusting of pink on your cheeks.

“Ah~” he falls against the back of his chair with a dreamy sigh and a clenched hand over his chest, “my Belladonna is so talented.”

You almost blushed at the nickname.

He’s just a flirt, you’ve heard him use that same term with countless others, you remind yourself.

“Yeah yeah,” you reply. Dazai watches as you lean back in your chair again and cross your arms, but you don’t turn back to your desk.

“I promise the game won’t take long,” he adds, and you let out a sigh.

“Fine, one round,” you hold up a finger and Dazai grins.

He hums, “Whatever you say, Beautiful,” pushing his chair forward so that the two of you are face to face. Your knees touch and he rests on his elbows. If you both leaned forward just a little more you’d probably-

Anyway.

“I’m sure it won’t last long, I’ll probably beat you without even breaking a sweat,” the detective says comfortably.

“As if,” you let out a huff; he has to restrain himself from cooing at the face you make when he gets under your skin.

“Is that a challenge?” he replies with a raised eyebrow, “You want to win?”

“Against you? Any day,” you make sharp eye contact and Dazai forces himself to ignore the stir in his chest.

“Alright then,~” his voice is smooth, his long fingers sliding the box out of his pocket. “Y/n-san, have you ever heard of the pocky game?” Dazai holds the pink box up next to his face, tilts his head to the side, and your heart nearly stops.

“I- what?” your eyes widen. You can feel blood rush to your cheeks. “You want to play the pocky game… with me?”

“That is what I’m suggesting,” he gives you a close-eyed smile.

“Well, I mean,” you trail off, wanting to curse the softness in your tone.

“Are you not up for it?” he says sadly, “Bella, you promised me at least one round, remember?” This man is going to hell.

“Okay,” you sigh, hoping your nervousness doesn’t bleed through your expression, “Just one round.”

“Of course, one round is all I need.”

Dazai opens the package and takes a singular strawberry-coated stick out. He holds it like a cigarette between two fingers, you internally roll your eyes when he gives himself the frosted end.

“Ready?” there’s a glint in his eyes as he hovers the pocky between your faces.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you reply, clenching your hands together in your lap.

Dazai lets out a chuckle but says nothing more.

In the next moment, both of your lips are on the pocky, a mere sixteen centimeters apart.

You make eye contact and Dazai keeps his gaze steady but is unable to help the way his pupils dilate at the closeness. You notice, but shake it off. Probably just a refocus due to proximity. I wonder if my eyes did the same thing.

You stare back, and with a non-verbal affirmation, the nibbing starts.

It’s dead quiet in the office, you glance at the clock and exhale in relief when you see that there are still fourteen minutes left in lunch. If anyone were to walk in, you think you might actually jump out the window.

How did it even come to this? You wonder. The brunette’s persuasive powers would never cease to amaze you. You could never tell if it was his grin, demeanor, the way he walked, or the look in his eyes that got to you. Maybe it was everything.

On the flip side, Dazai could talk for hours about everything about you. He’d always found you charming, ever since you started working at the agency. He flirted, gave you sweet nicknames, held your hand delicately as he asked you to partake in a double suicide with him. Most others would lose patience after a while and resort to giving him the cold shoulder; disregard him, not that he expected any less. You, on the other hand, for some incomprehensible reason, never stopped looking at him like he might be worth something. You treated his wounds after a rough mission, told him to get home safely, covered for him when he wanted to nap, you even took him to a spicy curry place for his birthday knowing it was his favorite. He found himself craving the warmth you showed, any attention at all. He began to observe. He watched your reactions, tried to press your buttons, everything he could think of that would usually drive people away. Why you seemingly haven’t given up on him yet is something he cannot grasp, but hopes to one day understand.

Such a man so capable of love yet tainted by the world to walk the tightrope between life and death.

Eyes like two pools, drowning you, endlessly deep, slowly inching closer and closer. You can feel his breath fanning over your lips, and goosebumps rise on the back of your neck.

You’re struggling to balance the pocky between your lips now, each of your actions minuscule and calculated. A little bit closer. What if we actually meet in the middle? Almost there. Do I want this? Barely an inch left. Does he want this too?

The pocky snaps, and in the next moment, you’re left with part of the treat sticking out of your mouth while Dazai pulls back and swallows his half. The ghost of a smile resides in his eyes, you stare for a moment before finishing your half and sputtering out a sentence.

“W-what was that Dazai?” you question, embarrassment burning on your cheeks. “I thought… I…” you slowly go silent, barely having the nerve to stare at him as he rises and leads his chair back around to his own desk.

“Pulling away is an automatic loss,” he replies with a complacent smile, hands resting in his pockets, “I thought you wanted to win, no?”

You sit there, nothing but dumbfounded as the detective saunters his way out of the office space. “Enjoy finishing your report Belladonna!~” he calls, casting you a glance over his shoulder before the office door shuts behind him.

You glance at the box of strawberry pocky left on your desk.

Such a goddamn tease.

A/n: Thank you for reading! This was my first time writing for him so I hope it was okay. I just wanted to try something simple.

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misoshinigami · 3 days

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Tsukiko-san wants to tease her younger husband

#Tsukiko-san wants to tease her younger husband #manga cap #manga romance #manga #manga panel #josei #josei manga #josei romance #josei cap #smut #manga smut #josei smut #oneshot #oneshot smut

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dent-de-leon · 5 months

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the fact that Caleb and Tealeaf both have little pet names for each other is the sweetest thing actually. Caleb's Mr. Mollymauk, and Molly's teasing little Mr. Caleb. Circus Man and Magic Man. Both of them calling each other, "good boy," at some point. King still remembering that Caleb is his Magician. They can't help but use these little endearments with each other, they're just that terribly fond and affectionate--

#widomauk #caleb widogast #mollymauk #even lucin calling caleb Broody One is all fond and teasing and just. both of them being silly and playful and terribly in love--#need another oneshot where we get to see these two flirt again like the end of the campaign cause thats my favorite part honestly

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ghosttotheparty · 2 years

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also on ao3

(cw: tics, bullying)

Eddie started shivering in seventh grade.

Even when it was hot, even when he was sweating and desperately wanted a non-rattly fan or a better air conditioner. They weren't normal shivers. He wasn't cold. But his shoulders would jerk or shake, or he would tremble for a second, and he didn't know what else it could have been. Others didn't question it for a while, because it started in October. Everyone was shivering. But by March, it hadn't stopped, and he had to explain himself when people gave him questioning looks or asked if he was okay. (Back when people cared.)

'S just a shiver, I'm fine.

He wasn't fine. It got worse over time. He got used to it, to the weird feeling that took over his body for a few seconds, got used to telling people he was cold, joking that he must be low on vitamins or iron, joking that in the future, someone is walking over his grave. But other people didn't get used to it. They thought he was weird. That was fine with him. Wayne realised something was wrong before Eddie started the tenth grade, because he wasn't just shivering anymore. His whole body was jerking sharply, suddenly, his shoulders drawing up, fists clenching. Eddie didn't question it. Wayne did.

It wasn't normal. But nothing about Eddie was normal. Wayne took him to see a doctor. The doctor make him do things, walk in a line, hold his arms out and push the doctor's hands away as hard as he could, follow a flashlight with his eyes without moving his head. It was all weird. It kind of scared Eddie. The doctor kept writing things in a notebook, and Eddie couldn't tell if he was doing well or not. But Wayne was there, watching and listening intently.

The doctor said he had tics. It sounded funny to Eddie, but then it wasn't funny, because the doctor didn't give him anything for it. He just said there wasn't anything really wrong with him. His brain just worked a little differently. (Which Eddie was already used to hearing.) That his tics could get better or go away as he got older, or they could get worse.

They got worse.

By the end of that summer, his arms were moving, flying over his head suddenly, randomly, and his head was jerking back so sharply it hurt. Wayne was worried about him getting whiplash. Eddie was worried about going to school.

That year, he became the freak.

At first, he tried to explain it to people. The movements were involuntary, he couldn't control them. Wayne contacted all his teachers, who mostly got it, but still preferred to make him sit in the hallway so he didn't distract the class. But the other students thought he was possessed, faking it for attention, and everything in between. They'd throw things at him, and complain to the teachers that he was distracting even when he wasn't moving, just to get him out of the room. They would mimic him, make fun of him, and by September, he learned that the tics get worse when he's upset. He could hear them all snickering and giggling as he shoved his hands under his legs and tucked his chin to his chest or held his shirt over his face, as he held his limbs tense so they wouldn't move, so tense he was exhausted and sore all the time, and then he'd go home and cry because he couldn't control his own body.

He'd have to sit on the sofa so when his head threw itself back, it would hit the back of the sofa instead of the wall, and Wayne would just wait, watching with that fucking sadness in his eyes that made Eddie ache even more. When it finally stopped, sometimes after a few minutes, sometimes after an hour or two, he was so exhausted he'd fall asleep right there on the sofa. He couldn't do his homework. His grades dropped even more, but he managed to keep himself afloat. He did the best he could, doing his homework early in the morning before school or in detention. (Some of his teachers thought he was faking. Mr Peterson was in charge of detention, and he was nice. Considerate. Eddie counted him as one of his few blessings.)

His tics got worse.

In December of his junior year, he started making noises. Short screams, grunts, quiet vocalizations. It scared him. He didn't want to go back to school, but he did. The laughter around him got louder, and he was sent out to the hallways more. He started skipping classes. He knew he'd be forced to leave anyway. So he'd sit in the boys' room, on top of a lidded toiler, his feet up on the stall door, and he'd leave cigarette burns on the walls.

Not everyone was awful. Some kids were just curious about him, asked why he acted the way he did, and he did his best to calmly explain it all. I can't help it, actually. It's just my brain works different. That turned into Eddie's brain's fucked. It's broken. He's a fucking--

So he used it. Eddie the Freak. Attention-seeking, desperate for people to notice him. So he started making devil horns, yelling from tabletops, making himself The Freak so no one could use it against him.

No one, not even Wayne, saw him cry at night, because the attention he got was never the attention he wanted. Because he was tired. So fucking tired. His limbs were sore and his voice was rough, and his neck hurt, and he was sick of being laughed at. But that was all he got.

He kept counting his blessings. Mr Peterson, who never minded Eddie's noises or the way his fists would bang against the table loudly in the silent room, who scolded the other detention-goers when they tried to tease. The Hellfire guys, who got used to his tics fairly quickly, and knew when to pause whatever they were doing if Eddie couldn't hear them over a scream or was distracted by his own body. That nice girl, Chrissy Cunningham, who would slip notes from the classes he missed or skipped into his locker or backpack with sweet smiles. (If Eddie wasn't gay, he would have fallen in love with her.) The other few students that ignored him when his tics acted up, just glancing and moving on. Wayne, bless his soul, who would come to the school to confront Eddie's teachers and complain to the principal about Eddie being mistreated by the staff.

And, oddly enough, Steve Harrington.

Eddie never saw it coming. It was a particularly bad day. He was at his locker, trying to line his books up, but a tic threw his hands up, and some books fell from his locker to the floor. He watched helplessly as papers scattered across the floor, as most students stepped around them, ignoring them, as some jocks trampled over them, over Chrissy's neat handwriting, his fists clenched at his sides. When they passed, he kneeled, picking up the books, and when he looked up, Steve Harrington was kneeling too, gathering the crumpled papers and carefully straightening them out.

He gave them to Eddie with a smile, and Eddie thought he might be dying, in some weird, upside-down dimension where Steve Harrington smiles at Eddie Munson. Eddie took them hesitantly, said thank you, and then he hit him.

He was mortified, almost dropping the papers again, jumping back as his whole body flushed with heat, staring at Steve's shoulder where his hand had just landed heavily, and he burst with a Fuck, I'm so sorry, oh my god--

But Steve had just laughed. Amazingly, it was a kind laugh, with sparkling eyes, and soft cheeks, and he said It's okay.

And then he was gone. Down the hall, after his friends, and Eddie realised his hands were trembling.

Steve kept smiling at him. Even when his friends were making fun of Eddie's Satanic cult, and of the way he couldn't keep still, and of his sad, broken brain. Even when Eddie's brain made him flip Steve off across the cafeteria, Steve saw how Eddie pulled his hand down sharply, and Steve just... laughed. Eddie fell in love with his laugh. It was kind, and it made Eddie feel better, even when he wanted to cry.

Steve graduated the next year. But he didn't leave Eddie alone. Eddie couldn't stop thinking about him, and his kind laugh, and his pretty eyes, and then the sheep Eddie adopted told him all about how cool and brave Steve was, and Eddie fell harder without even seeing him.

The world went to shit. But Eddie got to see Steve again.

Steve was still kind, even though the world was ending, and even during serious discussions, plan-making, how-to-save-the-world conversations, Eddie's tics kept going. His body jerked and shivered, and his head threw back, and his fists hit his own chest and shoulders, and he had to sit down. And Eddie found out that there are more kind people than he thought. When his tics slowed, Nancy wordlessly got him an ice pack to hold to his chest, and when he flung it across the room, Robin caught it with a casual oops, and brought it back to him. No one questioned him, or stared, or laughed, even though he knew how annoying he was.

When he woke up in the hospital, he hurt so badly he couldn't move. He just cried. Steve sat by his bed and held onto his hand. He was crying too. When Eddie stopped crying, Steve carefully slid his rings, clean of blood, onto his fingers.

This one goes here, right?

Yeah.

On the second day, his brain didn't care that he hurt. As Steve was telling him about what was going on with the others (Max was staying with the Sinclairs, Dustin's leg was almost healed), Eddie's hand smacked him across the face sharply, the sting of his rings bringing tears to his eyes before he even processed what happened. Steve wordlessly crawled onto the bed, carefully pulled Eddie against himself, and set a pillow over Eddie's lap for when his fists started hitting his legs. He'd just murmured those words, the first words he'd said to Eddie years ago.

It's okay. It's okay.

And he waited until Eddie's body fell lax against him before he carefully found Eddie's hand, laced their fingers, and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Eddie was released from the hospital a few weeks later. He stayed in the Wheelers' basement for a few days until Steve's parents left town, for good this time, and then he moved into the Harrington house.

He likes it there. Steve is still kind. Always. He lets Eddie lay his head in his lap when his body hurts or won't stop moving, and he drags his fingers through his hair or holds a joint to his lips for him, and he smiles. (Eddie would go through the end of the world all over again for that smile.) When Eddie's head hits the wall while they're in the waiting room of the hospital for a checkup, Steve just shifts to face him and holds a hand up to the back of his head so his hand hits the wall instead, saying quietly that Eddie isn't allowed to beat his record number of concussions. He drives Eddie to Wayne's even though Eddie doesn't tic when he drives except for a few facial or vocal ones.

When Eddie whistles one night, Steve just smiles at him and says Was that a tic or are you hitting on me? and Eddie freezes, his face burning. Which would you prefer, pretty boy?

Steve kisses him.

And then Steve starts holding his hand even when he isn't having tics, even when they're with the Party. Eddie moves into Steve's room. (They always slept better when they accidentally fell asleep on the sofa together anyway.) Steve holds him when his tics are bad, and Eddie holds him during his migraines, pressing kisses as softly as he can to his forehead and his temples. Steve takes his hand when it moves to hit Eddie's face or chest. Eddie stands steady and holds Steve's hand to himself when he gets dizzy. Steve keeps ready-made ice packs in the freezer to hold to Eddie's chest and legs when they bruise from his fists. Eddie keeps his handwriting as neat as possible when he writes notes in case Steve forgets anything. When they wake up at night, breathless and sweaty and crying, the other is there, arms open, lips waiting.

One night Eddie says very softly, You know, they used to say my brain was broken.

Steve just says, Mine too.

#welcome to projection central #hand wrote this during a lecture today bc i was bored and realised a lot of ppl write/hc eddie as autistic and w adhd #but usually those are the only kinda neurodivergencies i see in fan content #(pretend thats a word)#but then i thought eddie having tics would make sense for his character and i have Experience to write from so #(disclaimer i was not bullied in school nor was i removed from classes (unless i left on my accord bc i wanted to hide in the bathroom))#(some kids teased me or mimicked me or told me to 'do it again' but i dealt w them)#(and the one kid that was really a dick ended up being rly nice by the time we graduated he's cool)#(and i got lucky w my teachers i think they were all very sweet and considerate)#(but i thought this story would make sense and go along with eddies story in the canon)#anyway give eddie tics #anotther hc that his tics calm down/stop when he's playing guitar and playing d&d #mine arent as bad as they were in high school but back then (and on bad days now) they usually calm down #when im focused on something or doing something i enjoy (ie drawing or painting or st)#steddie #steddie oneshot #eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot #steve harrington #steve harrington one shot #stranger things #stranger things one shot

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kaleidoscope77 · 1 year

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Make Me (NaLu One Shot)

Summary: Fed up with his antics, Lucy plans to get Natsu to apologize. One way or another.

Rating: T

Word Count: 1057

A/N: This was originally meant to be posted on NaLu day but then my power with out. :) yay for me!

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Lucy took a deep breath as she closed her apartment door behind her. As much as she loved being a guild wizard, sometimes the work could get exhausting. She could really go for a warm, soothing bath and a day off.

As she made a beeline for her dresser so she could get her coziest pajamas ready, the sound of her bedside window opening almost went unnoticed.

Almost, had it not been for the noise of surprise she heard from the pink-haired intruder sliding in.

Lucy's eyes locked with Natsu's, and the blonde knew that scolding him would be futile at this point.

"Sure, Natsu, come on in. Thanks for asking politely and using the front door," She chirped sarcastically as she continued searching through her dresser, "You always impress me with your manners."

Natsu stretched nonchalantly as he settled on her bed, "Didn't know you were here already."

"What, so you planned to just break in while I was away?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

Lucy puffed out her cheeks and glared at him, to which a grin spread its way across his face. He couldn't help but to mess with her when she gave him cute reactions like that.

"You should really start locking your window," Kicking off his sandals, Natsu reclined on the bed and folded his arms behind his head, "'Might help."

"If I did that, you'd probably just end up breaking it open anyways," Lucy smiled to herself when she finally found the silk pajama set she'd been looking for, and turned to give him a pointed look, "Where's Happy? You normally commit your crimes with him with you."

"I think the job really wore him out. I didn't wanna wake him, but I'll be back at my place before he's up."

With an understanding hum, Lucy sat on the side of the bed and nodded, "Yeah, I'm tired too. I could imagine the toll it took on the little guy," She started to yawn, but choked halfway through when a thought struck her, "Wait, so you came to be alone with me..?"

Natsu's eyes widened, and he looked away. The color in his cheeks was a good indication of whatever was on his mind.

"You wanted to be alone? Together?" Lucy reiterated, shifting to face him and feigning innocence in the way her fingers grazed the side of his hip.

It looked like he had no intention of saying anything, but when Natsu's eyes flitted back to hers for a split second, he caved, "Obviously…"

Lucy could help the small laugh that escaped her. It was always so fascinating when he got like this, suddenly so coy. She never would have thought he could be so cute, and she definitely planned to milk this.

"Maybe I can forgive you for climbing through my window, then," Her hand came up to rest on his cheek, rendering him unable to look away. She glided her thumb along his lower lip, causing him to lean closer, his tongue poking out to swipe along where their skin met. The way her hand moved to grasp his jaw had him letting out a surprised whine. "Maybe. If you say you're sorry."

It took a second for Natsu to remember what she'd been talking about, and he glared at her, "What?"

"Apologize for breaking in unannounced! Then I will forgive you," Lucy smiled triumphantly as his frown depended, slowly caressing his jaw until he grabbed her by the wrist.

"No."

"No? Are you sure?" Ignoring his grip on her, Lucy squeezed his cheeks in her hand, giving him the cutest looking pout, "You're not gonna like it when I don't forgive you."

"Lushi," With his face smushed, Natsu's words came out slurred, "Lemme go."

"Apologize."

Her grasp tightened, but Natsu held his ground, "Make me."

Admittedly, Lucy was impressed by his ability to remain competitive in a position like this. It was to be expected, though.

She shifted so that she hovered over him, using her hold on his face to shove him down against her pillow. He had that surprised look on his face again, yet he made no move to overpower her. Perhaps this was what he wanted.

Planting her knee between his thighs and ducking her head so their noses were only centimeters apart, Lucy tried not to let the blush on her own face lower her resolve. "Last chance. Apologize."

Natsu's eyes flashed with something serious, like he wanted to challenge her. But with one look down at her lips, his eyebrows furrowed and he tried to turn his head away. "Okay, okay. Sorry."

Surprised that she actually got him to do as she said, Lucy slackened immediately and abruptly sat back in his lap, earning a strained hiss as she realized what she sat on a bit too late.

He looked positively annoyed, but was blushing brilliantly, and Lucy couldn't stop herself from leaning down and giving him a peck on his nose. "See? That wasn't so hard. I forgive you. This time," She winked, and squeaked in surprise when he grabbed her by the hips to lift her slightly off of him.

She bit her lip at the way his forehead creased as he slowly exhaled, and now it was her turn to avoid eye contact.

"I, um, was planning to take a bath…" She glanced at him for a second before turning to look at the wall, "Do you wanna… join me?"

"Yes," Suddenly, Natsu sat up, almost making her fall had it not been for his hold on her hips. He let go of her for long enough to slip his scarf off and hastily undo the first few buttons of his coat, earning a breathless laugh from the woman on top of him.

Lucy helped him with his buttons, and as she reached the last few, he grabbed onto one of her hands to get her to look at him.

Their eyes met in a silent stare-off, Natsu's eyes softening as they filled with desire. He raised an eyebrow, being clear enough about what he wanted for Lucy to be able to catch on.

With a humored roll of her eyes, she closed the distance between them to plant a kiss on his lips, his other hand at the base of her neck stopping her from pulling away too soon.

#fairy tail #lucy heartifilla #nalu #nalu fairytail #nalu fanfic #fanfic #oneshot #natsu x lucy #natsu dragneel #my wriring #nalu day #nalu fluff #fluff #kisses #banter #teasing #nalu fanfiction #fanfiction

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puhpandas · 11 months

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What's an average conversation between Evan and Gregory like?

(also inspired by an instagram prompt about a flashlight duo sickfic)

Burrow-Nest-Fort

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Gregory gets sick overnight, and Evan, who stayed over, gets sick as well. They hang out in their little quarantine together with no worries whatsoever.

Gregory groans, long and miserable as Evan takes the thermostat he found in the bathroom out of his mouth. "100.4." Evan says.

"Whyyyy..." Gregory asks aloud, bags under his eyes and completion pale as he sprawls out under his comforter. "I didn't even do anything."

"Nobody gets sick on purpose." Evan smiles a bit, putting the thermostat down.

"You slept right next to me like, all night." Gregory points out. "Do you feel sick at all?"

Now that Evan's thinking about it, he does feel that little prickle in the back of his throat that's the universal sign of an incoming sickness. "...Yeah."

He'd spent the night after coming home with Gregory after school on a Friday like he usually does. Throughout the night, he and Gregory had shared his bed, and Gregory had woken up this morning sick as a dog with no fanfare whatsoever.

Gregory groans again, the roughness in his throat accentuated by the dragged out line. "Great." He frowns, and the stuff clogging up his nose is evidently heard in his voice. "I get sick for no reason and now I make you have to deal with it too."

"Its okay." Evan says genuinely. "Its not like you wanted me to get sick. It's my fault for needing to get in bed with you when I'm too much of a baby anyway."

Gregory just narrows his eyes at Evan at that, his already sunkissed tan cheeks redder from the fever. He just sighs, letting his head fall back against his pillow. "I'm not even responding to that. You know what I'd say anyway."

Yeah. He does. The same thing Gregory's been telling him the past multiple months every time Evan feels sorry for himself. Evan himself sighs, feeling sorry for, well... feeling sorry for himself. "Yeah."

Theres a short spurt of silence after that, but its broken by Gregory. "Whatever." He sucks in through his nose, trying to breathe through the gunk. "Hey, since you're already gonna be a prisoner like me, come here."

Evan raises a brow. "Why?"

Gregory reaches at the foot of his bed to grab his laptop that has ten-thousand stickers on the back. He opens the lid, patting the empty space on the bed next to him. "Let's watch TV, or something. If I don't do something other than lieing here I'm gonna explode."

Evan giggles. "You look like it, too." He says, looking at Gregory's extremely red face from the undoubtedly harsh fever. "You better stop talking until you get a drink or your throat will feel awful later."

Gregory let's his head tilt back against the pillow as he shifts to get more comfortable. "Is my Dad home?"

He takes a look outside the window and sees the white van in the driveway. "Yeah?"

"Go tell him about our predicament." Gregory tells him. "I'd rather get the smothering over with before we get in the middle of an episode."

Evan smiles instinctively at that. "Okay." He replies. "But I'm about to be sick too, okay? It's almost my time to be bedridden too." He says on the way out of Gregory's room.

"Then hoard the snacks while you're down there!" Gregory calls at him, his voice sounding like death.

Evan only says the keywords 'Gregory' and 'sick' before Freddy is thundering up the stairs with Evan struggling to keep up with an armful of junk food.

He only gets to the door seconds after Freddy, but he's already doing said smothering. Somehow, three new throw blankets and a few pillows have appeared out of thin air, and are being tucked around Gregory like a nest of fluff and plush.

"What happened?" Freddy asks, ever worried. "Did something cause this?"

Evan watches Gregory shrug from his bed as he walks around the other side of Freddy, dumping the snacks onto his bedside table. "I dont know." He says, sniffling. "I just woke up sick. And he probably will be too."

Evan knows Gregory must have pointed at him because Freddy is smothering him the next time his brain catches up. "Do you feel alright, Evan?" Freddy asks him, crouching down and feeling his forehead and his temples. "Or should I quarantine the both of you."

Evan laughs slightly, and cringes at how the prickling is steadily getting worse. His head begins to feel a little warm. "Quarantine, I guess." He smiles. "I feel it coming."

"I am sorry." Freddy looks apologetic, despite him doing nothing. He pats Evan on the arm, and hes at the door in an instant. "Get comfortable, you two. I will make you both some soup and orange juice and get you some medicine later."

"Thank you!" Evan calls out half-hazardously as Freddy leaves the room. Gregory pats the little empty space in the next Freddy built for him and hoists his laptop on his knees. "We gotta pick something to watch."

When Evan finally sits down and gets settled with at least two blankets wrapped around his shoulders, he checks the laptop screen to see Gregory browsing an array of TV shows on some streaming service.

Gregory wrestles a hand out from underneath the blankets to point at one. "That one okay?"

Evan laughs at bit, making a miserable noise when his nose begins to clog up. "Yeah. Watching a baking show when your aunt isnt home and we cant get out of bed to make anything is a great idea."

Gregory huffs, and Evan cant see his face, but he imagines he's making one. "No I wont." He says. "My aunts cupcakes are better than any of these people could make."

Evan wiggles a bit, letting his body relax fully into the bed. Gregory's shoulder is pressed against his, and a bit of his hair is touching his forehead. "Stop." He laughs. "You're gonna make me want some."

Gregory laughs, pressing play and clicking on the first episode of a random season. When the episode starts playing and introducing contestants, he makes grabby hands at Evan. Evan just pulls his arm out of the blanket cocoon hes wrapped in and hands him a bag of chips, grabbing crackers for himself.

"This is a Halloween show." Evan points out. "Its January."

"This one is funny though." Gregory replies on the other side of the pillow, sniffling. "They have to carve stuff out of big pumpkins for like, a setting for their food."

Evan's brows raise. "Oh."

Theres this girl that says shes in the show because shes alone and wants to win the prize money for herself and to show everyone that she can do it. Shes one of the only people in the roster who doesnt have a partner or kids at home. Evan thinks hes rooting for her. Theres another guy who looks like hes fresh out of school and says he wants the prize money to start his career and open his own location.

"I'm rooting for him." Gregory says after munching on a handful of Lays. "I want to see how far he gets."

"You just pick the ones that look like theyll struggle so you can feel bad for them." Evan points out.

"I pick the ones who might struggle to watch how they fare against everyone else." Gregory corrects. "Its fun. The skill of watching reality TV is one you havent yet learned, Evan."

Evan scoffs a bit, laughing, and Gregory shifts next to him. "You'll learn as you watch." Gregory tells him. "Trust me."

So after that, Evan just stays quiet and watches. Gregory makes comments now and then, and then later complains about how his throat feels like sandpaper. Evan watches people rush around the kitchen and sketch elaborate sets for their food to be showcased in and carve faces and bodies and animals into pumpkins.

The judges are harsh and kind at the same time. A team's food gets burnt. Some come out perfect. A team gets pounded by the judges and the team the the guy Gregory is rooting for is on is the same the girl Evan's rooting for is. Their team wins the challenge and gets an advantage.

By the end of the first episode, Evan thinks he understands why Gregory watches so much. "Wow." He says just above a whisper, the prickling throat having finally set in all the way. Having nothing to focus on and away from how crap he feels makes him groan in misery, and Gregory isnt far behind him to follow.

"Anthony needs to step it up to impress the judges." Gregory manages in-between sipping at the bottle of water by his bed. "He almost screwed up the decoration."

Evan rolls his eyes, and thinks about how proud winning a challenge made the girl he's rooting for proud of herself. It makes him happy.

"I just want to see what happens next." Evan says, smiling. "I've never watched a lot of TV like this."

"You're missing out." Gregory replies. "Its fine. We can catch you up during our little quarantine."

Their little quarantine. Evan smiles outwardly. That sounds fun. Even if being sick sucks.

Its right before the second episode that Freddy returns to Gregory's room, a big piping bowl of chicken noodle soup in his hands with about two entire hand towels wrapped around the bottom and two spoons stuck in the bowl. He puts a tall glasse of orange juice on the bedside table next to Evan, and the other on the window sill next to Gregory.

Evan unwraps his sore limbs from the cocoon and sits up on the bed, pushing his head with a pillow as he and Gregory use their legs as a table. "Thank you..." Evan says to Freddy, grateful but not without the layer of guilt underneath. "I appreciate it."

"Its no problem, Evan." Freddy smiles in that kind, genuine way of his that's never ever made Evan feel on edge or nervous. Evan grins when Freddy pats him on the head, and Gregory smiles when he does the same to him. "Now I'm sorry, you two," Freddy trails off, pulling a bottle of cough syrup out of an invisible pocket. "But medicine before food, please."

He and Gregory both make ick noises at that, making faces. Freddy laughs at them while he pours the medicine into individual spoons for the two of them, and Evan watches with a twisted lip. "It will make you feel better."

"It better if it tastes like that." Gregory sticks his tongue out. "They're trying to kill us."

"Quite the opposite." Freddy shakes his head, holding out the spoon for Gregory to take first. "Its better to just get it over with, Superstar."

Evan watches as Gregory twists his face into the most dreadful expression hes ever seen, and he cant help but smile in amusement when he makes a show at swallowing it down and making disgusted noises.

Evan takes his with much less more fuss, but his eyes water at the awful fake quote unquote 'grape taste'. He cant help the way his face scrunches up, and both Gregory and Freddy laugh at him.

"Evan," Freddy begins suddenly after capping the medicine and taking the spoons back. His voice sounds more serious, and Evan "I'm going to have to tell your family something about why you aren't home."

Immediately, Evan's stomach drops to his feet.

He must have reacted outwardly, because Freddy frowns. "I know." He says. "But it will be alright. I'll tell them exactly why you're staying over, and--" He cuts himself off, and Evan dares to acknowledge the faint clench in Freddys jaw. "Surely if anything they would not care more than they would be upset."

And Evan finds that Freddys right. He's so used to Michael being in his face all the time that he forgets that his Father is at best neglectful and at worst barely present in his life. If his Father were to react in any way other than a quick 'alright' to the call, it would be a thanks that Evan is out of his hair for at least a few days.

The thought alone tends tears to his eyes. He ducks his head, squeezing his eyes shut when the tears make his nose that much more clogged and his face from the fever that much more unpleasantly hot. "Just tell them that I'm staying the night instead of being sick."

Better to not say he's sick in case his Father suddenly catches onto the maybe lie and thinks more than Evan wants him to. Besides, he could deal without the extra attention from Michael.

Freddy looks like he wants to say something about that, but he doesnt. When Evan peeks up through his home-cut accidental bangs, Freddy just nods, choosing not to linger.

"Alright, Evan." He smiles reassuringly. "Do not worry about it, okay? I'll tell them exactly what you told me to. Just let me handle it."

Just let me handle it. Something about that lingers to him, and it sticks to the walls of his mind.

He's never had anyone to handle it for him before. He's never had someone to take the reigns in regard to his dad and brother to the point where Evan isnt involved. Where he went have to worry about it.

He nods after a few moments, and Evan almost tears up again at the patience. "Okay." He says simply, his voice cracking and rough. He swallows, and ignores the gravelly feeling. "Yes, I would... I would appreciate that. A lot."

Nobody says anything after that, but the silence in comfortable. Freddy just grabs the back of Evan's head and holds it to his chest in a hug, and does the same to Gregory. Gregory snakes an arm around Evan's back and holds him close.

They stay that way for another minute until they break apart, and Freddy smiles that comforting smile at him that's like a weight taken off of his shoulders. "I will handle it." Freddy says again, jerking his head towards the soup. "Now finish your soup, boys. It'll be good for your throat."

Then he shuts the door, and the room is silent. The only sound is Gregorys table fan he always has running and the faint sound of cars outside. The heater kicks on in the house, and the sunlight spills through the open window and casts onto their little bed nest as the only source of light.

Gregory leans back into the bed and gets comfortable, dragging Evan back with him when all he's doing is picking at a roque thread in the hem of his shirt. When Evan looks up, Gregory is smiling with dry, cracked lips, and despite looking like death, its warm.

He doesnt mention anything that just happened. He doesnt try to guess what Evan's deal is and try to help him like he usually does, and Evan's thankful. Gregory seems to understand that now isnt one of the times to do that.

So Evan let's it go. And when Gregory gestures the the soup and nudges Evan's spoon closer to him, Evan just starts eating.

They're back to commentating the show in now time. The soup is only warm instead of hot now, but it still soothes their throat, and the steam clears up their sinuses some. Gregory keeps cracking jokes about the contestants and making fun of the corny host, and Evan laughs along with him, drinking orange juice when his throat prickles.

They marathon the season until the sun passes over the house and all that's left is the dim white sky of winter. The team with both of their favorites makes it to the finale.

The two teams fight over the biggest pumpkin. One of them is uncoordinated and theres a heated argument. Their pumpkin falls and breaks. The other splits up and finishes the pumpkin set in record time and completes their concept with no forks.

By the end, the team they both ended up rooting for wins, and Evan watches as the guy Gregory was rooting for gets his career started, and the girl he was rooting for talks about how she'll open her own bakery and she has friends for life now.

The soup is gone and the orange juice drained by the time the season is over. Gregory says theres eleven more available to watch.

Gregory puts on another season, and Evan burrows further into his little burrito and this time picks a contestant after the team's are decided to be against Gregory.

They watch a whole nother one, and halfway through, the sky outside darkens early like it does in winter, but despite the exhaustion from being sick, Evan wants to go another few hours.

Eventually, right near the finale, Evan and Gregory are forced to leave their blanket armor because Chica apparently came over at some point and baked them cupcakes as a suprise. She brings hot chocolate with her with peppermint sticks in them for their throats, and they eat through them like beavers with wood.

They dont move all day. They only get up to go to the bathroom at the end of the second season (Evan's team won, by the way) to brush their teeth, then they're back in their burrow-nest-fort without asking Freddy to get the air mattress.

Evan still feels like crap when he smushes his face into Gregory's pillow, but it's alright because they're in their little quarantine, and he's out like a light either way, looking forward to another season tomorrow.

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#the show theyre watching is halloween wars btw.#i was inspired because my sister and i have been watching face off together (goated show) and reality tv has been on the mind.#ive always been a fan of baking shows and halloween wars has been a favorite since i was a kid because of the elaborate pumpkin sets lol #just wanted to write them hanging out. being bros.#nothing too crazy happens and evan doesnt let his family ruin having fun because for once #he has his real family to handle it for him sometimes. that means the world to him.#evan also was thinking william might think that hes somehow done that 'toughening up'#williams been pounding into his brain since he was little.#of course its toxic masculinity but by now evan knows its not right and he is the way he is and isnt changing.#its just not nice to hear. and michael would be teasing him for 'rebelling' and shit like that #also kudos to you if you noticed the girl evan was rooting for reflected him =)#pandas writes #my fics #flashlight duo oneshots #flashlight duo #gregory #evan #oneshot #sickfic #fnaf gregory #evan afton #basically just put prompts i thought could apply to this oneshot at the top lol

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remusbuzzcutt · 1 month

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it’d take a lot to pry sunkiller/jarty away from my hands. they both struggled similarly but dealt with it in such different ways. my friend juli wrote about them in a group therapy setting and i absolutely fixated on it for months for some reason??

imagine barty with bpd AND npd. he used people’s emotions like it was second nature. he didn’t even think twice. with that being said, he had an avoidant attachment style. if he was showing raw emotion, it was probably for show. he wasn’t “vulnerable” without the intention to be.

imagine james with bpd, who fixated on people so much that it was all he could thing about. he was obsessive to an almost concerning degree, but that’s what barty wanted.

he wanted to be on james’s mind like that, to consume his every thought. he got off on the idea of someone thinking about him like that. barty noticed the little details, all the things that james liked so that he could use it to make james think he actually cared. it got to a point where barty was trying so hard to get james obsessed with him, he didn’t realise that the only thing he could think about was james. his mood depended on how james reacted to him, how james acted and even the tone he spoke in.

#barty got the narcissism trait from his mother #barty had james hooked around his finger and he knew it #& 100% used it to his advantage #this isn’t particularly about bpd or npd btw i just like these headcanons #bpd #bpd barty crouch jr #bcj #npd #npd barty crouch jr #bpd james potter #james potter #jfp #barty crouch jr #the line between a bit of ‘harmless’ teasing and genuine obsession blurred fast #i still have a oneshot up on my ao3 profile… cant say id recommend it but its there!#possible moodboard coming soon?#this flopped ass the first time and only irene saw it (thanks irene) so its a repost #please dont flop…

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faroreskiss · 1 year

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Make Me a Pie

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Welp, there it is.

This monster of almost 9k words lemony one shot fic is what @chainsofgoldandash ‘s Warriors AI* inspired me to do, after fiddling around with it for a bit. I hope you all enjoy this!

Summary: You get back to Castle Town after an assignment, and when you are back it is time to try something for the first time with Link. And also, what happens right after. Pairing: Fem!Higher Ranking Officer!Reader x Warriors Warnings: Creampie (no breeding kink), slight domination, teasing, edging, established relationship, name calling (nothing offensive), implied BJ, fingering, horrible puns if it was not obvious from the title, a bit of fluff, power play, uno reverse etc. Words: 8k something (I know) MINORS DNI

It’s been around a month since you left Castle Town due to your assignment as an escort and expert to the scholars for another assessment of artifacts that surfaced recently, and you just got back. As you walked to reach your quarters, you made note of the soldiers saluting you or making way, acknowledging them firmly yet in a friendly way.

Of course, they would. You were their superior officer after all, their colonel, even if today was your day off. Honestly, you were intimidating to most of the Castle Town even when you were in civilian clothing.

When you reached your room for a change of clothes and closed the door behind you, you couldn’t help but remember the conversation you had with Link, before you left. About finally trying… that. Yes… But first, you also needed to go and see him. Wearing a crimson red tunic with black buttons with a black belt over your waist, his favorite outfit on you, you knew, you went out and asked the nearby foot soldier about the Captain’s whereabouts.

“He is at the training grounds, sir!”

“At ease, soldier. I’m off duty today.”

And then, there you were. Looking across the training field, seeing him instruct the soldiers, metal clashing against metal. His body moving in ways you are used to seeing in battle, nothing out of ordinary for you, but particularly today it simply turned you on. You unconsciously licked your lips as you watched the training, waiting for him to finish up.

He noticed you as he was dismissing the soldiers for their break, and walked towards you with a knowing glint in his eyes.

“Like what you see, Colonel?”

“Now, now, is that how you act with a superior officer, Captain?” you mocked a serious glare, as if you were mad at him for being so casual with you in front of other people, even if they are sufficiently further away. But then you had a slight smirk on your face, obviously happy and amused to see your boyfriend in training.

He chuckled, drawing closer in, his arm pulling you against him, almost like he couldn't help himself. With one arm wrapped around you, his free hand brushed against your chin, raising your head to gaze at him. His eyes were a warm amber hue, but something more.

The way he looked at you was almost as though he didn't think he deserved your love. His lips parted, his tongue sweeping the words out over his plump, soft lips.

“What I see is a beautiful civilian girlfriend of mine which I haven’t seen in forever.”

You tried to not show how the words coming out of his mouth were affecting you in ways he could absolutely imagine, so you decided to tease him instead.

“You really can't wait to be alone with me again, can you? It’s just been a couple of weeks,”

He chuckled once more, his head lowering until his lips were barely a few millimeters near yours. His gaze was full of adoration and love, and maybe a tinge of desire. "It's been weeks too long, and as much as it pains me, I don't want you to leave me again."

His fingers threaded through your silky hair, playing as he raised your face to look upon him, your eyes meeting with a warm, loving glow as he moved even closer, the warmth of his body surrounding you like a comforting blanket.

"Oh come on, don't be so dramatic, I didn't leave you, I was just away for business~" you said as you closed the distance between each other, giving him a small cute peck on his lips, and then burying your head to the crook of his neck. Other than having a reputation to uphold in public, you were actually a little bit shy with all these public displays of affection.

His cheeks darkened ever so slightly, his fingers gliding through your hair as you buried your face against his chest. A soft chuckle left him, and his head tilted as he pressed his lips to the top of your head, gently ruffling your hair as he did, after seeing nobody else was looking your way.

"I don't care what the reason is, it's a crime to keep a beauty like yourself waiting. Or am I being too dramatic?" He teased, a grin on his lips as he looked down upon you. Smooth little thing he was. You playfully hit him in the chest as you pulled away, muttering “Silly” as you did so with the slight blush creeping up to your cheeks.

“Well, this beauty needs some of the castle town pies!”

His eyes lit up, a knowing smile spreading across his lips, hinting at something more "I'm sure my favorite person deserves their favorite pies; you don't have to ask me twice~" He jested, as he held out his hand to you. As you were making your way to your favorite bakery, you two were the symbol of elegance. From the way he was holding your hand, sometimes gently holding you from your waist, him in his uniform and you in your tunic dress, you were both looking equally charismatic and serious.

The town was used to you two lovebirds, and thought about how you were his superior officer and what type of relationship dynamics it would create, but nobody dared to tease any of you, other than the civilian folks giving you smiles as you passed by, and the soldiers saluting Link in this case (but really both of you), as they knew of your heroic deeds.

They knew you could make every single soldier in town squirm with just a look, you were a fierce warrior. A bit too fierce, perhaps. But when you were with him…

“Hey Link?”

He looked over to you, the way his eyes met yours was almost intoxicating. "Yes, (Y/N)?" He asked, slowing his pace slightly to listen to you better.

“...Can we have ice cream too?”

He saw your eyes, you almost looked like you were giving him the puppy eyes. The contrast was not lost on him, but he knew you. "My love, if you want ice cream, then we shall have ice cream, ”

It pleased you so much that you could show your soft side to him without judgment. Rest of the Castle Town knew you as this stoic logical level headed strong woman with unmatchable knowledge in ancient magics, but to him, you were his little kitten.

He chuckled, moving his free hand to your side once more, and tucking it around the curve of it, his body brushing against yours in a gentle touch as he walked. His eyes moved over your features, a gentle smile on his lips. As he moved closer, his voice quieter, and his words as soft as he could make them. "When we return to the castle, I have a few surprises for you, my darling.”

“Hmm…” you hummed, “I’m only open to surprises if I like the pie and the ice cream,” you teased him, pretending that you weren’t curious one bit. "Aww, come on, love. All this training has been hard work, I'd like to see the woman I love smile," He laughed gently, squeezing your hand.

His head tilted, as he walked he seemed to study you, and your outfit caught his attention. His eyes were a warm, golden hue. "Your outfit looks rather nice today," He commented, a small grin on his lips. "But I believe it is more to do with who is wearing it, than the clothing itself..." He teased playfully. Slick little thing.

You blinked surprised at his compliment even though you shouldn’t have been, and a smile escaped you "Well.. aren't you quite the gentleman today? Thank you~ " you chuckled. Gods, you couldn’t believe how you were acting like a little teenage girl whenever you were with him. And your conversation from before you left kept replaying in your hand. How you talked about you have been tracking your cycle with all that extra temperature data and such. How you guys now could actually**… Oh well, no matter.

A soft chuckle escaped him, his grin remaining on his lips as he moved. "It's my greatest pleasure to compliment a woman as stunning and beautiful as you," He said, looking down upon you. "But I'm not done yet, my darling. And as for gentleness, well, I know just how to be rough with my kitten," he added slyly. He seemed to be in a particularly playful mood as he led you towards the bakery, his hand still grasped with yours. He opened the door for you as well with his other hand.

Oh he absolutely remembered that conversation too.

“Yay, pie time!” you practically beamed at seeing the counter, feeling a little bit embarrassed at your own reaction. His eyes gleamed with a warm, loving glow as he did see how excited you were, a soft smile on his lips. "Anything in particular you are craving?" He asked you softly.

Ah, but when he said it like that, phrased it in such a particular way… He must have been practically begging to hear what you whispered into his ear next. "I am craving a very particular flavor of pie right now, but I think it's only available in very exclusive private chambers," you winked at him as you softly said the the words to his ears in a way only he could hear, then you looked through the counter and a particular pumpkin pie got your eye.

"There, the pumpkin pie. It looks delicious!" you continued as what you said was the most casual thing ever.

He chuckled softly, a sly, playful gleam in his eyes as he placed his lips on your ear and whispered a reply.

"Then may I be your baker tonight?"

His words were barely understandable, the volume low. He lifted his head once more, offering his usual warm smile, his gaze full of love and tenderness, as well as a deep, intimate hunger, as though only you could satisfy him from this very moment onward.

You didn’t answer him at first, waiting to get the pie and to move to the small table in the corner of the bakery. As you sat down and took a bite from the pie, gods it was delicious, you stared into his eyes, in a very particular way. He made you suddenly feel bold about what you could say.

“My baker, huh?” You trailed off for a second, before continuing, "Yes... though only if you serve…" you finished your sentence as you swallowed your piece of pie “...cream pies”

His eyes widened only briefly, a soft chuckle escaping him at your boldness and quick wit. His head tilted slightly, his voice a soft whisper across the very small table, and whispered a reply.

"Then the baker will serve you cream pies any time you desire it."

You felt a chill down your spine. You were right, he did remember your conversation from a month ago. He was going to do it, and it was going to happen today. You were bubbling with excitement, trying not to show it as you both ate your pies.

Meanwhile, you both tried to casually talk about what happened during your assignment, caught up on some unimportant looking details.

He listened to you talk, his gaze flickering about the room as though looking for a distraction from the thoughts you were implanting in his mind.

Eventually, his attention was piqued by something that caused his face to widen, and the corners of his lips curl upward in a half-smile. "Oh, (Y/N)...if you only knew what that phrase insinuated," He whispered softly, as a gleam lit up his eyes.

His eyes remained upon you as he took a bite of the pie, as though waiting for you to catch on to what he was hinting at. He was really silly sometimes, he just got what you meant?! You didn’t get this man sometimes. Fine, then, you were going to use this opening.

"Which phrase, my little pumpkin?" you said as you feigned total ignorance, a smirk at the corner of your lips. "Tsk, I would've thought a woman as clever as you would catch on, but since my kitten is playing with me..." He teased, his voice as warm and smooth as ever. "The baker serving cream pies...well, it means something entirely different than what you may think," He said, lowering his voice in a suggestive manner. His eyes were enchanting, and at that moment he seemed to glow with a warmth that you found utterly irresistible.

The way you called you “kitten” was making you remember things that would make you redder than a moblin.

“Oh really? I would have absolutely no idea about what a cream pie would mean..." you mocked a shocking expression "Maybe you should explain it to me, no, demonstrate it to me later, since I'm so clueless and all" you teased him back, just playing along. He did notice your reaction at his use of the word “kitten”, of course he did.

Because a grin spread across his lips, his gaze moving to the way your lips curled upward with a small smirk at the corners.

"Oho, my kitten is asking for a demonstration?" He said softly. "Perhaps I'll do just that if you behave yourself in the meantime, and finish that piece of pie for me..." He whispered, a glint in his eyes as he moved to take another bite of the pie. His gaze then turned towards you once more, that soft smile on his lips, that flirtatious gleam in his eyes as he looked at you.

You locked your eyes with him as you gulped, swallowing and finishing your pie "Then maybe... We should go somewhere more... private? You know, so that I can get the demonstration.”

His eyes were full of a lust that couldn't be hidden even as he bit down upon the piece of pie he was eating, his teeth tearing into the soft, flaky pastry. His eyes glanced down to you, his brows arching as though he knew it wasn't the pie you wanted. He took your hand, and kissed it softly.

"You're quite the eager kitten...I do love how much enthusiasm you have for the things you desire," he said as he led you away from the bakery, a slight grin on his lips.

“Oh, are you going to bake a cream pie just for me?” you asked with feigned innocence yet with a hint of flirtiness as you walked out to the streets of the Castle Town.

He chuckled seductively, placing a hand upon your hip as he moved through the streets, your cheeks flushing as his previous words hit you right where he intended them to. Your breath hitched in your throat slightly, your gaze flicking about his features, his eyes catching yours.

"Oh? Are you asking about a demonstration, little kitten?" He whispered softly, his voice full of that deep, intimate hunger, as he kissed your shoulder, and his free hand moved to grasp your rear as he walked.

You were kind of drifting into your own head, thinking about what would happen if you were alone in a room with him after weeks of… yearning. You missed him so much, and the novelty of what was being talked about was making you soak your panties.

“Mmmm… Maybe… I really would like this cream pie.” you said softly yet directly, but also a bit shyly, you were in public after all.

His grip tightened around your rear, as his fingers moved into the skin and pulled in a soft, gentle way. His head tilted as he kissed your shoulder, his words just a whisper. "You are a naughty kitty, asking for it like that."

He moved to kiss your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist. "When we get back, this kitten will get her cream pie." He whispered, his voice almost a purr as he moved to nibble your neck. As you enjoyed his nibble on your neck, you also felt a bit uncomfortable as you were still in public, you were really eager to finally go somewhere private.

He seemed to understand your unease, and kissed your cheek as he took your hand. He walked out of the town, leading you to the door of his house, his body brushing against yours, his eyes full of hunger as they looked up to you.

His fingers intertwining in yours, he led you to the door, his mouth lingering on your cheek as he unlocked it. He opened the door for you, and stepped aside.

"After you, my love," He followed behind you, closing the door softly. You both took off your boots.

The house was dark, and quiet...yet your senses seemed to be awake, and your pulse quickened as you stepped inside. His arm was suddenly around your waist, his body pressed up closely against yours, and suddenly he pushed you towards the wall, taking you by surprise.

His lips brushed yours softly as he spoke once more, his words whispering as they left his lips. "My kitten asked for a demonstration...but perhaps I should let her wait until she is ready for it?" He teased, a grin on his lips.

"Mhm.." a soft sound escaped your lips as you felt him close, really wanting him to kiss you.

"This kitten... missed you so much"

Now, if only people knew how this stoic, intimidating woman like you would whimper, when she was with this particular man, behind closed doors… How she was just “the kitten” that belonged to him. How she would do anything he wanted.

He chuckled softly, his lips curling into a smile once more. His head tilted, and his eyes moved over your features like he couldn't get enough of them.

His tongue brushed your lips, and his voice turned to a whisper. "Well-perhaps if this kitten begs harder for me to demonstrate it all, I might not make her wait..." His voice was almost seductive. He moved a finger slowly underneath your chin, tilting it upwards, but keeping himself from kissing you.

"But didn't you miss your little kitten?" you asked your voice full of lust with feigned innocence, playing along with his tease.

He pushed you a bit more against the wall, "I've missed my kitten every single minute of her time away," He said softly, his words warm and gentle. His gaze drifted to your lips again, and he moved towards you in a way that almost seemed natural. "And she knows how much I have missed her...and how I feel now that I see her again...how I want to devour her...how I want her to devour me..." He whispered, his voice a soft purr. His face remained close to yours as he spoke softly, his words filled with a deep, intimate hunger and desire.

"You know I love it when you are filled with desire...when you need me, when you want me, when you need me...when you need me..." he said as his voice almost a whisper. And despite the restraint he seemed to show, there was a raw and primal desire in him just waiting to be unleashed.

A soft whimper escaped your lips as he pressed you against the wall, feeling the desire swell within you, his voice awakening things in you that were not possible

"I... missed you, I missed feeling you so much..." you told him as you desperately tried to reach to his lips, to get him to kiss you. You wanted him right now, why was he doing this?

There was silence as he heard your words, and felt your hands reaching out to touch the skin that covered his lips. The primal desire rose like a tide within his veins, his body reacting in a way he could not control. He moved his lips to yours, finally indulging in the kiss that he had been dying for. His voice remained soft and hushed, and his hands wrapped around your body. His tongue danced with yours, his hunger for you evident in every movement. And despite wanting nothing more than to consume you, there was also a gentle, loving care in him that couldn't be ignored. Finally getting the kiss you wanted after weeks, you let yourself melt in his embrace, you let him take command. A soft yet very intense moan escaped your lips as your hands brushed through his blonde locks as he kissed you.

The moment his lips met with yours, a deep pleasure seemed to run through him, as though he was finally complete once more. His body moved instinctively to guide you to the wall, his lips moving to brush against your ear. "I've dreamt of you, my love," He whispered, his lips brushing your ear lightly. "I've dreamt of this moment again and again, imagining the touch of your lips." He moved his lips back to yours, his hands moving to grip the back of your neck, as though he wanted to press you closer. You were simply melting helplessly in his kiss and embrace, as he was consuming you. You could feel how much he missed you. As he pressed you to the wall, and his body to you, you could feel his bulge growing, also becoming harder during your kiss, pressing on you exactly on the right spots.

His lips trailed along your throat, a tantalizing sensation that sent shivers down your spine. His fingers traced a path up your thigh, gently pressing you against the wall with a hint of urgency, as he slid his hand under your dress, his finger tracing your heat, teasingly taking his time there.

His voice remained a hushed murmur, carrying a mix of longing and passion. "My love," he murmured, his words a delicate caress against your ear. “Look how wet you are…” he whispered as his other hand was right on top of your right breast. “Just for me, just waiting for me to fill you made you this wet?” The whispered words danced across your senses, igniting a fiery warmth that coursed through your veins and to between your legs. If you have been wet before, now you were soaking.

"Link..." you moaned his name as you listened to him whisper the dirtiest words you could hear from him. You were getting so impatient, why wasn’t he taking you right here, right now?

His voice remained a whisper, but his words were spoken directly into your ear. They brushed against your ear like an intimate whisper, a caress that felt like his lips.

"My kitten..." He whispered, his one hand still caressing you just the right way over your panties. His voice was so gentle, but the words...it seemed as though he had some control over your very soul with the way he spoke.

"..I will fill you up..."He whispered seductively. “...right there.” he finished his sentence and his finger made a mock motion of trying to penetrate you through your panties.

You couldn’t help but moan, damn you Link, you thought to yourself, but what came out of you was only “Link, please…”. His voice became hushed, his lips moving along your ear as he spoke to you.

"My kitten's wet for me, she wants me....she needs me."

The heat in his voice could be felt on your skin, with the way he spoke. His voice was a soft lure, enticing you like no one had. There was power in his voice, as he seemed to have control over you. You tried to speak back to him, to get him to continue and ease this endless teasing, to have mercy on you "Yes... Yes... I want you..." you told him as you moaned between each word, feeling him move his hands on you and then said another word, hoping it would urge him to advance "Please..." you were almost begging him. This was worse than eternal torture. You loved it, yet you wanted more.

His voice was a quiet, whispered caress against your ear, as he moved your panties to the side with his hands, and stuck a finger in you so easily, curling it just for the right spot, as his palm pressed onto your clit, making you moan his name again. "Do you want me to fill you?" He whispered. "Do you want me to make you feel good?”

It was a deep and primal question, one that made you feel a certain kind of way just hearing. The tone in his voice said it all, and the hunger in his eyes was the answer to all of your prayers. He had a deep desire for you, a need that could not be sated by anything else. But he needed to hear you say it, or he was not going to give it to you. You couldn't believe what you were hearing and how much it was turning you on, if such a thing was even possible. You were still pressed against the wall by his body, not even in a bedroom. As his hand moved over your center, you squirmed in pure pleasure and replied "By the Three, YES, PLEASE" as your patience ran out.

His voice remained a whisper, to your frustration, but his words were like a stab of pleasure to your core, as though he was attacking you with his seductiveness, with the way he spoke to you. His finger went out of you, now simply trailing along your clit, teasingly applying pressure but not quite enough. “Huh…” he almost huffed, “I can touch and feel exactly how much you want me…” he said as he noticed how swollen it was, how wet it was.

It felt almost torturous. "Tell me, kitten...how does it feel? He asked softly. "How does it feel knowing you belong to me?"

"I... I want more..." you managed to get out between your moans "I.. I belong to you so please..." At this point, you felt like you would say anything for him to take you upstairs and continue what you two started.

"Oh, my kitten…” He whispered, his voice so sensual and seductive. His middle and ring fingers were applying a little bit more pressure now, sending you waves of pleasure through your core. “But that was not my question, was it?” he continues, his voice seemingly like a drug, as if each line was a pure and primal pleasure filled with desire. You would do anything for more of that sweet drug.

“It feels… amazing… I’m yours, I’m yours, so please…” you whispered back to him, squirming under the pleasure you get from the movement of his hands, you couldn't take it anymore, you needed him "Link, Link please... let's..." you tried to say, as his lips found yours once again.

"By the Three..." He whispered, his lips brushing against your cheek. "Let's go upstairs” he almost commanded. His hand moved to your breasts, his fingers lightly squeezing them, but then teasingly pinching your nipple. You knew that he was trying to control himself, yet he desperately wanted you, his desire for you a fire at the back of his eyes, at the back of his mind. Each moment in your presence fueled him with that desire, and he could no longer hold it back. His mouth moved to your ear once more. As he said "Shall we?" you couldn’t do anything but nod frantically. "Come." he said, pushing his control over you. You were his kitten now, in his possession. He moved to pick you up, as if he was almost too strong to do so. He took you in his strong arms bridal style, and carried you up the stairs, the way he walked being so casual. Yet you could feel his desire for you burn like a flame within him. You wrapped your arms around his neck. His step was steady and calm, but you could feel his desire. And you were right where you wanted to be– in the crook of his arm, his lips so close to reach. He stopped in front of his room, and kicked the door open with a single foot. He carried you and walked inside, his arm still holding you as he walked. "My kitten wants me so much?" He purred in your ear, his voice like an invitation, as though he were saying. "Oh well, let's not make her wait any longer."

You were a woman of logic, a woman who was supposed to be level headed. Some people even found you intimidating. But with this man, you were completely different. You just wanted to do whatever he wanted, just to feel him over and over again. As he put you on the bed, you took the opening and made a move towards his belt on his tunic, trying to unbuckle it with your fingers, trembling from the anticipated pleasure. You noticed that he didn’t have his chainmail under this time already, which made you sigh in relief for a moment.

His hand moved to your shoulder, pushing you back.. "Kitten, no." He whispered seductively. “Let me give you what you want." He moved closer to you, his head near your ear.

"Just relax, and leave this to me."

You protested with a look, yet you couldn't deny his offer either. He held some type of power over you that you couldn't fathom. "Fine~" you said softly yet flirtingly, as you let him push you down to the bed and watched him unbuckle his belt. The sound of unbuckling the belt just made you want him more. He didn’t take anything else off, however.

It was as if he knew what you wanted, and he was going to give you every last drop of it. His fingers moved to your wrists, pulling your arms down onto the bed. His voice was like an incantation, as though he was casting a spell over you.

“Relax, kitty...let me take care of you… I take good care of what I own” He whispered, his voice a hushed purr. He kissed your neck softly, his tongue grazing your skin as he slowly moved his hand down your body, under your dress.

His whisper went lower, and he caressed your thighs. "Just wait, little kitten..." He said, as his free hand moved to your dress, undoing the few buttons on it. "All of this is mine..."

As he finally unbuttoned all of them, you actually took the dress off of yourself, giving him the positive signal he was looking for. You couldn't help but try to move a little, trying to also give him the pleasure he was about to give you.

"Yes.. yes my love, I'm yours and only yours." you almost moaned the words.

His eyes glanced at you as you made the move to take your shirt off. It was as if seeing you take it off yourself gave him some kind of pleasure, as his expression lightened up with a small, almost devilish grin. His eyes were glued on your body. And as you took off your shirt, he began caressing your breasts,

"Oh, my kitten..." He whispered, his voice almost a whimper, as if he was trying to control himself, but your presence around him was making it all too difficult. He was on top of you, and as one of his hands trailed down to start rubbing on your clit again, his lips closed itself around your nipple. This was pure bliss for you. You couldn’t stop moaning his name, as he was edging you closer to an orgasm, but not giving you the exact push you needed.

But at least, you were finally getting your composure back, most likely due to your impatience, yet as he alternated between your nipples as he sucked them, twirled his tongue around them, you couldn't think straight "Link... my love... Please don't make me wait much longer..." you told him as you tried to reach the button of his tunic, wanting him to strip as well.

A small chuckle escaped him, as though he felt amused by the situation. He looked back at you. "Don't rush me, kitten...we have all the time in the world...I'm going to make sure that you feel good until you can’t feel anything at all." He whispered, his voice sounding like he was on the verge of exploding with passion. His hand held your wrist, preventing you from making the move he wanted you to make.

As he pinned you down from your wrists on to the bed, you let out a frustrated moan, you wanted to see him naked too, as he was seeing you "Link..." you gave him a lustful look, squirming under his hold.

"Oh, what is the matter, kitten? What are you so desperate to see, hmm?" He whispered, his voice still so soft and gentle, yet filled with power at the same time. "Tell me, my love."He asked softly.

"I'm going to take my sweet time, so I hope you can handle it, okay?" He said without waiting for your reply, his hand moving over your neck. "I have so much love for you, and I'm going to give it all to you..all at once..." He whispered in your ear, as he slowly pushed your panties towards your thighs, and then took them off.

Of course you were powerful enough to break free of his hold, if you really wanted to and he knew that. Yet, you enjoyed this. You enjoyed his power over you.

"Take off your clothes, I want to see you...as you are..." you tried asking, like that was the only thing you could do and continued "You are teasing me so much, I'm not sure how much more I can... ah..." you could feel once again his middle and ring fingers circling your clit just like you needed it.

"Okay, I think you deserve this much, at the very least." He whispered, his voice still soft, and yet filled with desire. His hand then slowly moved to his tunic, moving to unbutton it. His eyes were glued on your every move, as though this was something he had been planning for a very long time.

He moved to take it off, moving to sit on top of you, his skin warm and inviting. "Here...I'll let you take the lead this time...let's see how well you can handle me." He whispered seductively.

As he sat on top of you, you helped him slide the tunic off his body, leaving him only with his trousers and you noticed how big his bulge had gotten. And there he was, with his impressive torso, you couldn't help but pull him to you with a powerful grip, letting your bodies touch each other as you kissed him.

"Oops.." you chuckled, realizing you pulled him to yourself a bit too suddenly, a bit too strongly.

"Oh, so eager?~" He whispered, his voice sounding amused like he was almost playing a game with you.

"I hope you don't get scared by what I have in store for you." His words sounded like a dare. "But maybe you'll want to take a look, my kitten?" He asked, his voice dripping with a hint of a challenge. This time you took it as a signal, moving your hands down his body as your fingers trailed from his back and then to his crotch and then above, where his belt was. This time, you were able to unbuckle it, and you helped him take off his pants as well. Now it was him in his underwear, as he was on his knees on the bed. "Good...my kitten is learning." He whispered, his voice sounding pleased. "Oh, (Y/N)..."

Your hands moved to the front of his underwear, as though you were ready to get right down and dirty. His body moved closer so that your bodies touched, his lips brushing against your ear as his tongue moved to the back of your neck.

"Do you like what you see, kitten?” He whispered seductively, one of his fingers easily sticking into you again

"I..." you trailed off as your hands slowly moved to his briefs, tugging down at his underwear, trying to subtly put them down as his lips brushed against your ear.

"Do you want to taste it?"

The words were spoken so softly, and yet filled with such an intense amount of lust and desire. His voice held so much power over you, it seemed. His fingers were still in you, his voice almost a purr, as though he enjoyed what he was doing.

"Yes" went out of your lips with such a sharp tone, that he could see his kitten was becoming a tiger.

"Take a look, then." he said, with a hint of amusement. His voice was gentle, as though he was still trying to tease you. Yet you could still feel the fire within him, the desire for you burning inside his core.

"Go on..." He said seductively, the words sounding like a command, as though he was challenging you to take the lead, to make the move that you wanted to make. As you slid his underwear down, you found yourself staring at his completely exposed body for a moment, his defined muscles, his intact foreskin. Hint of precum from his exposed head. You unconsciously licked your lips.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" He whispered, his voice sounding amused, teasing you, yet it was obvious even he had a limit, his eyes were glued on yours.

"Go ahead and take it...it's all yours."

As you moved your hand and grabbed his cock exactly as he wanted, you pulled the skin on it back and forth, listening to his moans and then pulling him into another kiss as you stroked him. Then you slowly went down, never breaking eye contact as you did so, and slowly started to trail your tongue from down his shaft to his tip.

His body reacted strongly to your touch, his hips moving as though he wanted you on him. His breath was shaky and deep, as though he was struggling to control himself "Good...girl.." He said mixed with his moans, as your hands and mouth alternated in pleasuring him. Sometimes taking it all at once, sometimes just sucking on the tip, sometimes sensually licking along his shaft as you strongly grabbed his toned ass and hips.

"Do you like that my love? Should I continue?" you asked him teasingly between his pants and your pent up desire as you teasingly pretended to stop for a second or two.

His breath was shaky and quick as you teased him. "I-" He groaned, his voice trembling. "I..." He groaned again. "Oh..please...keep going, please.." He moaned. "It feels so..so good."

And there it was. He could also see you smirk as you were slowly taking back control. It was his fault really, he ended up edging himself to the point that now it was him that was squirming under your touch

"Yeah? Just like..." you said seductively as you twirled your tongue on his tip and then made eye contact as you kept stroking him "...that?"

"Yes.." He groaned, his breath shaky. "Just like.." He groaned again, his body squirming in pleasure. "It feels so-" "Oh, gods.." He moaned out one more time. "Don't stop...please don't stop." He whispered, the desire in his voice clear. He wanted you more than anything- “I want you… now,” He whispered it sharply, like a command.

As you heard his words, you pushed him down to the bed and climbed on top of him, directly looking into his eyes "Oho~ Looks like your kitten has taken control, what will you do now?" you said teasingly. You were grinding your wetness directly along his shaft, staying a bit longer when your clit and his tip made contact, excruciatingly slowly yet hard enough, and it was pushing you both to the edge.

"Just wait a moment, (Y/N)..." He said, his tone still sounding almost as though he were playing a game with you. His fingers moved trailed along your hips, his voice still calm and steady.

"I think I shall take you where I want you to be..” was what came out of his plump soft lips as he gripped your hips.

"Now, kitten..turn around." He whispered seductively, his voice sounding as though he almost wanted to devour you.

You playfully protested, still on top of him and grinding on him painfully slowly, by the Three, you were also getting close. "Make me." you almost dared him.

"Oh, is that so..?"

His voice was still calm and steady, as though he were making no attempt to be anything but smooth. Yet you could feel his desire, and the fire burning inside of him. He was still holding your hips quite tightly, then his grip loosened there, and then you felt his hand slowly trail to the place where you were directly pushing on him.

As you felt his fingers on your clit once again, you were taken by a pleasant surprise and you gasped, feeling weak in that moment. His thumb was massaging you exactly how you liked it as your swollen slick wet lips were gripping and grinding on his shaft, making all kinds of sounds. You let out a squeak.

You felt the power in his fingers, and at the touch of his thumb, you felt your body react strongly. Your teeth chattered, your eyes closed as the sensations overtook you and you hummed moans.

His voice was still calm and steady, but his eyes were glued on you, no wonder he was feeling how swollen you are. "You are more than ready for me, aren't you, kitten?" He whispered, his voice sounding like your favorite song. "Is that what you want, darling? You want me to slide in you?”

"Fuck..." you muttered under your breath, not being able to help yourself "Yes... yes, it is" you tried to reply to him as his thumb continued massaging exactly the right spot, making your eyes almost go behind your head, yet you held on.

His body moved against yours, his eyes glued on your face. His voice was still quiet, yet he whispered your name. He whispered it almost as if he were trying to call you back to reality. "Look at me, kitten." he commanded. "Look at me and tell me how much you want me,"

He was taking back control now, even though you were the one on top of him, with the slick movement of his fingers on your clit, what could you have done but to obey? You really tried hard not to give in that much but it was so difficult "Link... I want you so much, I want you to just slide in me, right now. Please." you tried to speak between the moans, anything to end this misery.

It was clear that he was getting to you, and his grip on your hips got firmer as though he was holding onto you for dear life.

"If I give you what you want, can you handle it, my darling?" He said, his voice sounding as though he were asking a question though not entirely expecting an understandable answer.

"Tell me, kitten...can you handle what I'm about to do to you?" He asked again, his voice still soft and gentle, yet filled with passion and lust.

Your whimpers were nothing but seductive pleas. It was almost as if all that could come out of your mouth was affirmations, anything to coax him into sliding into you as soon as possible.

“Yes.. I missed feeling you… so… much…”

As you wish, my love" He whispered, in a voice that almost seemed to tease you. He adjusted your body above yours, making you lean into him, his mouth finding the sensitive spot on your neck. He kissed and licked, biting lightly in the exact spots you enjoyed most. "Let me taste you, kitten." He whispered seductively, his fingers tugging slightly on your hips, adjusting your body to lower you on him once again, "Hold still.." He whispered, his voice filled with lust and desire.

You used your hand to help him guide himself into you, he slid in you so easily, the action making both of you gasp and letting you have a sexual sigh of relief. You squeezed him as he was finally inside you, enjoying the sensation.

"Oh, somebody is eager, aren't they?" He whispered, his voice filled with a hint of amusement and a touch of pride. His words sounded as though he were giving you a compliment, but you could feel him twitching in you, as your walls hugged him. You were his, and he enjoyed it. "Good, girl...oh, you feel so good..." He whispered, his tone of voice still sounding like he was in heaven as his hips were moving up and down, with you leaning on him.

"Link...I missed you so much, I missed this..." you said almost like a hiss, as you moved back and forth, matching his thrusts, drinking each movement like they could be your last, you moaned again and again as you both continued enjoying the sensations. You were on top of him but leaning to him, luckily you had short hair that wouldn’t get in the way, but by the Goddesses, it was messy. Sometimes he would grab you by your neck and kiss you, sometimes he would suck your nipples as he kept thrusting in you, making you squeeze him even more. Your moans mixing up with each other in his room.

He let out a primal groan, as though he enjoyed knowing that you wanted him this much.

"Do you want to do more than this, kitten? Do you want this to mean something, for me to truly make you mine?" He whispered seductively, his tone of voice sounding more sincere than it ever had before as he reached closer to his climax. Almost asking for your permission once again, just to know for sure.

"Mmm" you moaned as the moments passed, stretched into waves of pleasure in your brain, making it muddy. All you could think about was him, feeling him, being his. Being filled by his seed. Feeling it drip down from you.

"I want everything I want you to…" you trailed off between your movements, giving him a positive reply as you signaled to increase the rhythm. But he understood exactly what you meant. You did discuss this, after all.

"Yes, (Y/N)...oh, yes..." he whispered, a small gasp escaping his lips. His voice was filled with pleasure and lust.

His hands slid down your back again gripping your hips, as though he were almost claiming what was already his. His voice had a hint of a commanding and authoritative tone to it.

"I've wanted to do this for a very long time, (Y/N), my kitten.." he whispered, his voice still sounding almost desperate. "And now that I've finally got you..."

You gasped and his hands held your hips firmly again as you were hovering him, as connected as you can get with his thrusts becoming even deeper, exactly as you liked it. He slowly started to restrict your movement, about to make you his little fuck toy now. It was hard for you to not thrust back, but you gave him the command long ago.

His words sounded like a last warning, as though he were about to do the very thing that he wanted you the most for. "I'm going to claim you, kitten. Are you ready to become mine? Ready to be filled up by me?" He whispered to your ear right before he playfully bit it, his breath was shaky, you could feel that he was losing his willpower, but he was still giving you one last warning before he finally did what you both have been anticipating.

Goddesses, you loved this man so much. He could still think of you even in a situation like this, where he was about to lose himself in pleasure.

You could do nothing but moan in pleasure as you continued to vainly try moving your hips up and down as you were on top of him, as he was holding your hips firmly. "Yes, Link... Do it... Claim me...Make me full…" you could barely speak between your moans.

“I'll take that as a yes then."

His voice was still quiet, and yet he was breathing faster.

"Hold still, kitten." he whispered, as though his words were a command. This, you recognized. When he was close to his climax, he loved holding you still with his strong grip as he mindlessly pumped into you in the best angle possible, as you were hovering above him.

“Just let go, my love, just like you promised… Enjoy me,” you encouraged him as the sense of anticipation lingered in the air. It was hot, it was heavy. You were close.

The moments paused, as though both of you couldn't fully believe what was going to happen. His hand was still grabbing you to support you, then he positioned his head so that he could suck on your breasts as he kept pumping in you. You couldn’t help but get your own middle and ring finger between your legs where you connected with him, furiously circling your wet clit, making him feel how much more you can squeeze him.

He took a deep breath, as though taking in this moment. He looked at you, as though he wanted to memorize the look you had in your eyes as you touched yourself while taking him in. And then, his face suddenly looked like it was experiencing an explosion of pure joy, almost like his words were meant as a warning that something was about to happen.

"This feels so good, (Y/N), fuck…." He moaned, your name sounding like a prayer.

"Yes Link, let me feel that, let me feel that..." you were almost begging him to finally let go as you felt him brush inside just the perfect spots.

He gasped, his body tense, as though he were about to burst. He took a deep breath, as though he were trying to calm down- although this only seemed to be making him even more tense. His body moved with yours, his eyes glued onto you, as though you were about to explode with joy.

"Oh, gods, yes...yes..." He moaned, you could feel him expanding in you, feel him getting even harder than ever, you felt how close he was and how close you were to the edge "Yes, yes, yes, yes...." you kept moaning, almost squirming. Begging for a release.

He hissed, his grip on your hips even stronger (that was totally going to bruise).His breath was shaky and nervous, his eyes glued on you.

"Oh, goddesses...I'm...oh, ...." He whispered, his breath a bit more rapid, his body tense. He was close.

“Link... just fill me up... please..." you were almost begging him as you moaned, couldn't believe how forward you were even in this state. You couldn’t think of anything else other than being filled by him at that moment. You wanted it so much, Your orgasm was nearing.

"Yes...yes, kitten, oh gods, yes... "

“Link… Link…”

He hissed, finally letting go of himself as you straightened yourself on top of him, getting support from his torso. His body tensed as his eyes met yours.

"Yes..." He was panting. His lips parted at the sight. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the sensation of him wildly twitching in you a few times, feeling him come inside of you. “Oh my Goddesses..." you both moaned as you felt the waves of pleasure finally reach a climax, as you felt warm inside, warmer than usual… in turn triggering your own climax. You were shaking as he was holding you stable, riding the wave of pleasure. Your lips met once again.

“Oh, kitten... oh..."

"I...you've..."

He was lost for words as the sensations of post orgasm bliss took over both of your bodies.

He was gasping, his breath shaky along with yours. You collapsed into him, enjoying his embrace, listening to each other’s breaths. After a little while, you felt the “plop”, the sensation of him sliding out of you as he calmed down. That wasn’t a new one but then you also felt something trickling down from between your legs.

You were dripping his cum all over the sheets.

Oh well.

NOTES: *Link to the Warriors AI **Friendly reminder that if you are engaging in sexual activities with a partner that can result in pregnancy for either of you, and do not want that pregnancy (and STIs), USE ACTUAL PROTECTION. This is a fictional story. They have magic and shit to prevent this stuff too in this universe (probably). We don’t have that IRL.

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