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hey babes!!! I loved that one of Simon and the meet cute, it had me melting 🥹♥️ I was wondering if I could perhaps request a Simon Riley x reader where the reader is part of the 141, but before working with them, she was apart of a special ops group that focused on stuff like infiltration/sabotage, and she’s almost like a black widow sort of character? seduces her targets and takes them out when they’re alone? she’s usually a ray of sunshine with the group, but Laswell presents the mission and everyone’s like “????” and the reader’s like “fine, I guess we’ll do this again” and she’s just COMPLETELY different once she infiltrates??? it gives the whole crew whiplash, but I’m particularly interested in how Simon would react!!! I hope this isn’t too much!!! thanks for always blessing us with your amazing work, and I hope you have an amazing day!!! ♥️

thank you for loving the meet-cute!! this request was fun to fill. I took some artistic liberties and this one really ran away from me...I hope you enjoy this!

(requests are open! search the tags #prompt requests or #prompts and send me an ask!)

Honeypot

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader (code name "Honey")

summary: You’re Task Force 141’s newest operator, and everyone knows you as bubbly and sweet, earning you the code name Honey. How will the team react—especially Ghost, your stoic but sultry lieutenant—when a mission requires your espionage expertise?

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warnings/tags: my blog is 18+ only. innuendo, canon-typical violence (fist fighting, gun mentions), bamf reader, task force 141 being buffoons, protective and jealous simon “ghost” riley, competency and size kinks if you squint, reader has a code name and uses she/her but no other descriptors

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“The coup in Luxembourg is out of our usual bounds,” Laswell said, “but a covert agent working under the deposed Grand Duke has requested our aid.”

“They’ve been an ally to us in the past,” Price added, looping his thumbs under his tac vest, “so I expect you lot to execute this mission with as much precision and urgency as you would any other.”

“Country’s smaller than Scotland, innit?” Soap asked. “How the hell are we s’pposed to be discreet?”

“That’s where you come in, Honey,” Laswell crossed her arms and gave you a pointed look. “You remember your mission in Morocco?”

You smirked. “Is the sky blue?”

She gave you a small chuckle. “We need your expertise.”

“Fine.” You gave a dramatic sigh. “I guess we’ll do this again.”

“”M sorry,” Gaz interrupted with a scoff. “Do what, exactly?”

You turned to look at where he sat across the table from you next to an equally confused Soap. Ghost was twisted in his chair to look at where you sat behind him.

You raised an eyebrow, your eyes flicked between Price and Laswell. “They don’t know what I did in the States?”

“No,” Price muttered with a hint of embarrassment. He cleared his throat and shrugged like a tired parent as he said, “I suppose it never came up.”

Gaz gave an exasperated sigh, his impatience getting the better of him. “Well, go on then!” He urged.

“I was a contracted espionage agent for the Department of Defense, and—”

“The Yanks used contracted agents?”

You rolled your eyes at the interruption. “Yes, Soap. Now, as I was saying,” you continued, shooting the Scotsman a playful glare, “I was hired for infiltration ops. Ones that required a certain…je ne sais quoi, a more feminine touch you lads wouldn’t be capable of.”

When they all stared at your smiling face with blank expressions for a few moments—even Ghost’s eyes were narrowed with confusion—you jerked your head forward and waved your hands. “Guys, I seduced the targets.”

The confused silence persisted, and you looked around, giggling at each of the guys’ reactions, looking at Ghost last. His gaze pierced you the most, his brown eyes never leaving yours. Your teasing giggles faded, and you severed the eye contact with a roll of your eyes. You looked at Laswell again and crossed your arms, bored of the topic.

“Now that that’s settled, can we please finish this briefing?” you implored. “I have to make sure I have a dress that’s fitting for a date with a dictator.”

“You sure you’re gonna be alright?”

“For the hundredth time—” you swung a heeled foot on a worn curb with a huff and hiked up the fabric of your dress—“yes, LT, I’ll be fine.” You adjusted the holster on your thigh and smirked at Ghost’s silence. “See something you like?”

There was a pause, and you looked up to see Ghost quickly look away at the street. Guilty.

You knew he felt some sort of way about you; whether it was good or bad was still unclear. One thing was for damn sure: Ghost had his sights set on you. You’d felt his skeletal stare linger on you ever since the briefing a week ago, and he wasn’t as sneaky as he thought he was at stealing looks when you were at the range or sparring. Anyone else might feel like his prey—trapped by hungry eyes and cornered by a hulking frame—but you were so used to being the predator that you didn’t let it get to you. It was a little…fun.

Sure, he gave you butterflies, but that was because you’d never dealt with seducing men like him—at least, that’s what you told yourself after thinking about him with your hand between your thighs.

For now, you’d innocently tease and poke and prod the masked man with Soap and Gaz’s support. For now, you’d holster your loaded M9 and leave your leg exposed in yellow lamplight as you made sure your clutch had everything you needed. For now, you’d pretend that you weren’t thinking about him trailing his hand up from your ankle to the holster and grabbing the meat of your thigh.

“We’ll be able to hear everything through your earpiece. Soap and I will have eyes on you in the palace, but stay near windows,” Ghost said, interrupting your thoughts. “Gaz’ll be on the roof.”

You swung your leg back down, wobbling. Ghost clutched your forearm, and you gripped his, fingernails scratching the fabric of his sleeve and digging into it for stability. His large hand snaked up to hold your bicep right above your bent elbow, your ears heating up when you met his eyes and saw something akin to lust in them.

His grip lingered even after you were steady on your feet again, only letting go when you gave him a flustered smile. You busied yourself with smoothing out the full skirt of your dress and adjusting the discreet monitor in your right ear.

“All you have to do is get ‘im to the roof. The lads ‘n I will take it from there, as planned.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “If anythin’ goes wrong, jus’ get yourself out alive, Honey.”

“Got it.” You adjusted your necklace, and sheepishly asked, “Is it centered?”

You could smell sweat and sandalwood when Ghost stepped closer, his broad armored chest just inches away from your body. His large, gloved fingers graced over your skin and hands, delicately centering the elegant piece with tactical precision.

Brown eyes looked you up and down. “Looks good, Honey.”

Ghost stepped back and his hands fell, one curling around his radio and the other limp on the rifle slung across his body. You burned underneath your dress.

After testing the comms and getting location reports, you gave Ghost a thumbs up and started walking to the palace down the street, rolling your shoulders back and taking a few deep breaths. You could feel his brown eyes burning a hole through you the entire time, so you made sure to sway your hips a bit more than you usually did while seductively strutting somewhere.

It hadn’t taken her long to reach the third floor and approach the tall paned window with the target, just as she’d been instructed to do in their final briefing. Watching Honey expertly navigate the gala and get the target attached to her side faster than the speed of light stirred something within Ghost. Whether it was admiration for her skill or arousal was unclear. Either way, he’d be lying if he said she didn’t look ravishing in her dress. He tilted his head and greedily peered through the scope one last time before tearing his eyes away and adjusting his position on the grassy hill.

Honey was as lethal as she was sweet, and if her saccharine smile didn’t instantly ensnare her target, her sugary tongue would. Instead of doling out compliments, she accepted them and kicked innuendos back; instead of making cringy puns and flashing finger guns, she bit her lip and tugged the target’s suit jacket. It was entirely different from who she was around the team on base, and Soap had made sure to emphasize that all bloody night. Even Gaz had chimed in a few times, both men trying to get him to comment. Ghost silently refused, skin flushing under his mask.

Now that she was closing in on the target, things had become even more heated. He looked at her through the scope again and listened. Ghost heard her laugh, the sound bubblier than the champagne in the flute she raised to her pretty lips. She took a sip right as Soap said the punchline of a joke, her shoulders rising and falling sporadically with a daintily covered cough.

“Watch it, you twat, you made her choke,” Ghost snapped.

“Sorry, lass, sorry!” Soap crackled over the comms. There was a rustle. “In my final position. Eyes on Honey and the target, LT.”

“Gaz?”

“In my final position, LT, eyes on the extraction point,” Gaz replied, his voice set and sure.

“Captain Price will leave on your command to meet you and Sergeant MacTavish at the rendezvous point, Lieutenant,” Laswell buzzed in his ear. “Gaz, you go with Honey and the target.”

“Affirmative,” Gaz and Ghost responded.

“Affirmative. And, Laswell, you can call me Soap.”

“Negative, Sergeant.”

“Aye. Copy that, loud and clear.”

“Shut up, Soap.” Ghost grumbled.

They heard Honey giggle in response to another one of the usurper’s idiotic compliments, and Ghost saw her flirtatiously tap his arm with her knuckles.

“Y’know, if she heard one of us say tha’ in the pub, we’d never hear th’end of it.”

Gaz hummed in agreement with Soap, and he couldn’t help but shake his head and smirk. Honey laughed again and clearly echoed another awful line the target gave her. Ghost could tell the grin splitting her pretty lips wasn’t genuine—her nose didn’t crinkle like it did when he deadpanned the punchline to a stupid joke or when Soap had called Price “Pa” a few weeks ago.

There was snickering over the comms. Ghost boldly asked, “Honey, take a drink if you meant for us t’hear that shite attempt at flirting.”

Soap cackled when the rim of the champagne flute touched her lips and her throat bobbed with a long sip.

“Well?” Gaz asked expectantly.

“Was a yes, Gaz,” Soap responded.

Ghost saw her eyes flutter closed as she pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, and he grumbled; hopefully nobody had heard him. He was itching to move, his finger hovering over the trigger and his jaw clenching each time the target touched her.

“Right, Honey,” Ghost said, focusing the team again and settling himself down. “Once you’re on the roof, I’ll call Price—Gaz, move on my word or Honey’s, or when Price arrives. Soap, get to the rendezvous when I call Price. I’ll watch Honey and the target. Understood?”

Gaz and Soap gave him their affirmatives. Honey nodded, looking out the window and winking.

She looked back at the target and seductively bit her lip. “Do you think we could go somewhere a bit more…private?” Her query was laced with something sticky.

The target gave her his piss-poor attempt at a sultry smile, resting a hand against her neck and disturbing the necklace Ghost had adjusted earlier.

He’d be lying if it didn’t make him want to shoot the git dead where he stood.

There was a quiet yes, and Honey said, “I’ve always wanted to be kissed under the stars.” She forced a coquettish giggle. “Well, kiss, and…more, if you catch my drift.”

The target leaned in and pressed a kiss on her right cheek, the act on full display to Ghost.

“That can be arranged, my sweet,” the target murmured, his voice tainting their comms and making Ghost roll his eyes.

When the target abruptly gripped her waist and pushed her against the window, Ghost heard the faint sound of glass breaking and heard Honey force a playful comment about dropping her flute. Now, Honey’s back was to him, one of her hands flat against the window, her fingers splayed out. His clear shot was ruined. Ghost swore and Soap did as well.

“Target moved too far to my right. Can’t get a clear shot. LT?”

“Negative,” Ghost answered. “Honey, make a fist if you need back-up.”

Normally, he would’ve already had someone storming in to help if he wasn’t already, but Price had made it clear that this mission required tact. Ghost was on edge, but he had to trust Honey, even if the sight unfolding in the scope of his rifle made his skin crawl.

Honey clenched her fist.

“Affirmative. Gaz, Soap, hold your positions. Comms are quiet unless absolutely necessary.”

“Affirmative, LT,” the men immediately replied.

“Extraction is ready on your word. Get out of there—alive,” Laswell stressed over comms.

“Affirmative,” Ghost sighed, his trigger finger ready and aching to move.

“Not here,” Honey mumbled. Her fist remained clenched, the other hand still clutching her tiny bag.

She squealed in surprise when one of his hands dropped to grab her ass and squeeze. Ghost sharply inhaled, and he heard Soap clear his throat, holding back from asking for a visual on Honey.

“Not here, Johann,” Honey snapped, the sweetness quickly melting off her voice. “I want you, but I want you to touch me on the roof.”

The target’s other hand grabbed the other hidden cheek, fabric bunching up in his grip. “Want you here, you lovely little thing. Roof can come later.”

Honey gave him the tinkling laugh she shared with the team after showing them a video of a puppy or some other baby animal. Sometimes, Ghost smiled under his balaclava when it was thrown his way—but he’d never tell a soul.

This time, the sunny bells were a warning, and if the target didn’t do as she said, Ghost had a feeling he’d regret more than the coup.

“If you say so.” Her voice was uncharacteristically dark, its hidden sharp edges revealed.

“Gaz, Soap, be ready for my word,” Ghost said as Honey pushed forward, her heel pressing her dress’s hem against the window.

Just as they both responded, a howl pierced the comms, making Ghost wince. The target was doubled over, and Honey was kicking off her heels, sending them flying towards the windows across the hall. She took a lunging step forward over the broken glass and adjusted her body before throwing a punch to the target’s left cheek. He staggered up and took an angry, sloppy swing at her, but she dodged it and kicked her heel into his knee to destabilize him so she could gut-punch him. The target dropped to the floor. Ghost’s mouth went dry, and his cock twitched as she grabbed a fistful of the target’s hair.

“We’re going to the goddamn roof,” Honey gritted out.

When the target gave her a sly smile, she took a step back and let go before punching him again. The corner of Ghost’s mouth twitched with a smile when he saw the target staring at her with fear. She’d literally punched the smile off his ugly mug.

“On your fucking feet,” she growled, and he obliged.

Though he stood, he fought her the whole way to the stair entrance, and each time, his resistance was met with another blow to the gut. Ghost hummed in approval. This honeybee had a wicked stinger and wasn’t afraid to use it.

When she disappeared from Ghost’s sight—still swearing and commanding the target up the stairs—he made the call to Price, then barked over comms, “Soap, rendezvous. Gaz, be ready to assist if Honey calls for it—and, Honey, Gaz is ready to help restrain the target.”

“Negative, LT,” he heard her pant.

He saw her push the target through the door and onto the roof’s hidden balcony. Gaz was crouching down where he hid, his feet ready to run and his gun in his hands.

Ghost heard her sharply exhale and barely tracked her hand fly up to the target’s bicep. Then, he saw the target slump down to his knees and fall face-first to the ground.

“Is the target alive?” Ghost hissed, impressed but angry. “If you killed him—”

“Affirmative, LT,” she interjected, catching her breath and pulling an orange bag out of her clutch and depositing something in it. “Just a sedative. He’s gonna take a nice nap during the flight home.”

She hummed a random tune—her favorite song, Ghost noticed—as she put the bag back in her clutch. Honey waved at Gaz when he came out of hiding and walked over to her. Ghost saw her nudge the target with a bare foot and proudly put her hands on her hips.

“Bloody hell, Honey!” Gaz exclaimed, shaking his head. “Did Price know?”

“Affirmative,” Price boomed through the comms.

The helicopter came into view and Ghost stood up with a huff, slinging his rifle back across his body. He could see them helping Honey up onto the hovering ramp, her dress blowing in the wind. He chuckled before turning running into the forest behind him towards the rendezvous point.

“Headed your way, Lieutenant.”

“Affirmative, Captain,” Ghost replied as he came to a halt next to Soap in the clearing.

“LT!” Soap exclaimed, yanking his earpiece out, mouth agape. “Th’fuck I’d miss?”

“Ask Gaz,” he said simply, earning a groan from Soap.

The chopper thrummed overhead as it descended. They ran towards the ramp as it lowered, Honey’s triumphant face illuminated by the hold’s red light. Ghost climbed in and sat beside her with a grunt.

Once they were airborne and starting their flight back to base, Gaz described the scene Soap had only heard. Ghost noticed her diamond necklace was askew from her skirmish and hesitantly centered it. She gave him a soft smile and turned her head so her chin grazed over his covered knuckles. The gentle hum she gave him coated him in sticky-sweet syrup. “Honey” certainly was a perfect codename for her, he reckoned, contrasting her innocent sweetness and cutesy smiles with her impressive—and, at times, lethal—infiltration skills.

Yeah, Ghost was stuck in her treacly trap—and he didn’t plan on escaping.

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leighsartworks216 · 11 months

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My King

Ganondorf x gn!Hylian!reader/no-name OC

I just wanted to write bein kissed by Ganon can I really be blamed tho? So the Hylian character is referred to by they/them pronouns and not described (except as being much shorter/smaller than beefcake man) and isn't referred to by a name so feel free to read is as a reader insert or as an oc insert

Also I wrote this with BOTW/TOTK Ganon in mind, but it could probably be read as any version of him

Edit: fixed some spelling errors

Warnings: makin out, brief allusion to sex, possessiveness, size-difference

Word Count: 457

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Their lips touched for a brief moment, merely ghosting over each other. Ganon pulled away, golden eyes shadowed in the night as he studied their expression. His hand cupped their cheek, dwarfing their head. They were so small compared to him. So fragile.

A quiet, shuddering breath slipped past their lips like something inside was letting them go. He couldn't fight the grin that pulled his lips as they leaned forward ever so slightly, chasing his lips, and the brief flicker of disappointment when they came up empty. Their eyelids fluttered open, staring up at him with stars reflecting back at him. They were confused and worried - wondering if they did something wrong. They were Hylian; unaccustomed to all of the Gerudo's beliefs and social intricacies. Had they broken some law about kissing the King, even if he was the one who asked in as soft a voice he'd ever used if he could please, please kiss them. It would be the only time he begged, he'd make sure of it. And yet, for that brief brush, that whisper of a kiss, he found suddenly that he would not mind dropping to his knees and pleading for just one more.

He stroked the pad of his thumb across their cheek. They relaxed into the touch, eyes closing as they leaned into his large palm. Worry was replaced with ease, quickly. They didn't do something wrong. He simply could not stop himself from admiring how the desert moonlight danced across their skin. If he didn't know better, he would have confused them for a deity.

Golden eyes glanced at their mouth, still parted, waiting for his to find their place. Soft puffs of white air dissipated between them, carried into the night. It was freezing out here. His oversized robe draped loosely around their shoulders, half of the heavy fabric pooling on the sandstone floor around their feet.

A flicker of possessiveness lit up within him. He was the only one allowed to care for them so; the only one allowed to dress them in his belongings and show all of Hyrule who he wished to be his.

"Say you will be mine," he whispered. Dark eyes, almost red with desire, greeted them as they opened their eyes to look up at the Gerudo King.

A small, soft hand, un-calloused from the desert sands, pressed against his, holding his hand more firmly to their cheek. "I'm yours, my King."

His lips find theirs once more, but this time it is not the careful, hesitant touch from before. Now it was burning, demanding, rough. He pulled their face in as close as he could, lips and teeth sucking and biting and pulling until their lips are red and swollen against his. Every soft, desperate mewl from their throat eggs him on. He wants nothing more than all of Hyrule to know who they belong to, and he will not stop until he is certain everyone knows his name screamed in their voice.

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what-if-nct · 11 months

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NCT's reaction to their plus sized girlfriend saying she's too heavy to sit on their lap, Part 1

Part 2

Taeil: He looks at you confused by what you're saying. "No you aren't" He walks up to taking your hands in his. "Just because I'm smaller than you doesn't mean anything" he pulls you over to the couch and guides you to his lap. "I like the way you feel on top of me' He smiles up at you as he squeezes you in his arms. "You're not too heavy for me at all"

Johnny: "Do you really think you're too heavy for me?" He walked up behind you as you were turned away from him. You only nod as his hands meet your waist. "You're underestimating me. You don't have to worry about being too heavy for me" He turned you to face him. "Never" he shook his head, his eyes were the most serious you've seen them in awhile as he looked into yours. "Ever" he emphasized with his lips then pressed them against yours. He sat down, swiftly pulling you into his lap without breaking the kiss. One arm held your thighs in place as the other supported your back. He pulled his lips from yours. He held eye contact mere centimeters from your face as he whispered once more "Ever"

Taeyong: "Why would you say that?" Taeyong's eyes were dewy as he looked up at you from his seat. "No you aren't" he whined softly on the verge of tears. "I may be small, but you shouldn't worry. Just sit" he reached for your hand. "Please" his eyes glimmered as his lips turned into pout that caused you to give in to him. You placed yourself in a particular way to not put all of your weight on him. But the moment he latched onto you all of your weight was in his lap. "Thank you" Taeyong shoved his face against the softness of stomach with the most content smile on his face.

Yuta: "Just get over here" Yuta slapped his thigh but you remained standing shaking your head in refusal. He scooted his chair over to you. Grasped your hip and pulled you down into his lap. The moment you were where he wanted you he cradled you in his arms so you wouldn't fall or try to get away. "I hope when I ask you to sit on my face later, that you learned when I say sit I know what I can handle." His smile was wide as he playfully squeezed you. "If I suffocate I suffocate doing what I love" he smacked your bottom then pressed his lips against yours.

Doyoung: "You're not too heavy, come on" Doyoung took your hand and slowly placed you on his lap making sure he didn't go too fast. "See that wasn't hard. Now was it" he patted your side that he held to keep you stable. "I've had multiple men jump me, you're like a soft comforting cloud. And I feel safe with you in my lap" he smiled up at you as he laid his head on your chest.

Kun: "No, no none of that" Kun immediately stood and walked up to. Taking both of your hands in his. The moment you feel him pull you, your feet resisted his force but he was too strong and pulled you forward. "I will not hear you say that because I know deep down what you mean." He brought you right back to the couch. "And no matter your size, weight, or anything. You will never be too heavy for me." He held your face in his hand as his soft eyes looked into yours "You're not going to hurt me. So don't worry. Okay?" his thumb rubbed against your cheek. Once you nodded "okay" he sat on the couch and tapped his thigh for you to sit and you followed his command. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to his chest. "See how easy it was. There was no need to worry" he placed a kiss on your forehead, then your nose and finally your lips.

Ten: "Girl, if you don't just sit down." Ten playfully rolled his eyes. "Come here, come here" he reached for your hand and pulled you right down into his lap. He rested his chin on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you. "Look at that, it wasn't as much of a problem as you thought it would be. Now don't question what I can and can't handle. Okay?" Ten reached over and shook your thigh with the opposite hand as he smiled up at you.

Jaehyun: "What do you mean?" Jaehyun looked at you with confusion. "Don't say that, get over here" Jaehyun tugged at the hem of your dress. He pulled you closer then placed his arm around your hips and led you into his lap. "I don't work out to not be able to hold my girl" he pushed your hair behind your ear and gave you a smile that deepened his dimples.

Winwin: "What?" Winwin followed you as you walked away from him. "Why do you think that?" He asked as he searched for your fallen eyes. You simply gestured to your size difference. It took him a while to comprehend what you meant. "And?" He said bluntly "That doesn't mean anything. You won't hurt me if that's what you're worried about." Winwin laid his hand under your chin and led your eyes to his. " If you want I can just hold you and when you're ready you can sit in my lap." He rubbed his thumb against your cheek. "But you have no need to worry" his eyes held yours.

Jungwoo: "What...no...." He stuttered "Please don't say that" Jungwoo held your hand in both of his. "There's nothing more that I want then to feel you on top of me" he pulled you closer. "I want you to sit in my lap." Jungwoo pressed his lips against your hand. "You're so soft, warm, and holding you makes me happy. I just want to hold you in every way possible" His glossy eyes looked up at you. "Please sit on me" he said with a pout that made you melt and do as he requested. And just before you could fully sit he pulled you down into his lap snuggling into you the moment you made contact. "Finally" Jungwoo nuzzled into your neck.

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realisticjupiter · 2 months

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Hii :)

can I request some domestic fluff? I would really like to read Chishiya as a dad and married to the reader, there's barely any Chishiya!Dad content 😔

I LOVE UR WRITING SM BTW, I've read all your work, and I love the way you write Chishiya <333

Hope you have a good day :)

Summary: Chishiya tries to learn to never take his family for granted.

Pairing: dad!chishiya x mom!reader

Genre: Fluff , slight angst

Warnings: angst (it's barely noticeable! I couldn't help myself..), the daughter doesn't have a specific name (I never liked naming kids in fics) lmk if anything else

Word count: 731

a/n: thank you so much for requesting!! I don't think I've ever actually seen dad!chishiya so this was fun to write :). I hope this is good enough to your liking and I'm glad you like my work--have a good day!!!

Chishiya walked into the door as quietly as he could, his keys clinking together as he shut the door behind him.

Of course he didn't want to make either of you wake up, for many reasons. One of them being that he solely just, didn't want to deal with it.

He found himself staying later at work because the thought of coming home almost made him a type of sad he couldn't explain. It made his stomach hurt as if he needed a hug but the thought of someone's touch made his head dizzy.

Home was supposed to be an escape from work, but work turned into an escape for home. Chishiya wasn't sure how he did it, or how he managed to convince himself work was better. It wasn't.

The creak that was made from the rusted hinges on the bedroom door made him cringe. His sock covered feet rustling against the carpet as he made his way inside, looking towards the bed, taking a double take to look at the bodies laid underneath the covers.

Your body lies still next to the smaller one, a hand placed on the small of the child's back as your other hand continues to fidget with the short locks of hair.

He watched your hand make lazy movements against the child's scalp, making him smile at the endearing sight before him; unable to pull away his gaze nor his thoughts.

You peeked open a single eye to look at the figure standing in the darkness. "You're home." You whispered softly.

"Mhm," Chishiya hummed in reply, finally turning away his gaze to walk away. Wanting to change into more comfortable clothing.

You pulled away from the small girl beside you to sneak out of bed, following Chishiya towards the walk-in closet.

He raised a brow when he heard you closely behind him, confused why you'd rather be around him than to peacefully sleep.

"Is everything okay with you?" You whispered, flicking on the light as he removed his white coat.

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" He answered, letting his coat fall to the ground with the clink of his name tag.

"I don't know.." You shrugged, walking towards him with uneasy steps.

He turned around to face you as you slid your palms through the opening of his untucked shirt, his breath hitched at the touch but his entire body melted into it.

"You've been distant, Chishiya." You admitted, avoiding eye contact as you looked down at your hands that hid beneath the blue scrubs.

He thought about his next words, afraid of any negative reaction you could give him by just two simple words.

"I'm sorry." Two words he never said often; often as in ever. Maybe once or twice through your relationship but never as meaningful as the way they slipped past his lips in the softest whisper he could.

Your eyes met his glassed over ones, unsure if it was because he was exhausted or about to cry.

"It's okay." You assured him, bringing your hands away from his stomach. But, before he could miss the soft touch, your hands rested on either side of his face.

He wanted to speak but kept his silence to linger in the moment with your thumbs tracing light circles on his cheeks.

"Daddy?" The young girl voiced from behind you, obviously tired by her tiny yawn and her fingers that clawed at her eyes.

He looked at you, as if to ask for permission to pull away from the addicted touch. You smiled at him and pulled your hands away to turn around and watch the young girl run towards Chishiya with open arms.

He bent down to bring her into his embrace, picking her up to hold her against his chest. "Tired?" He hummed to her, but his eyes on you as if the question was also aimed at you.

You nodded before the young girl could disagree with a mumbled no against his shoulder.

You laughed as she attempted to fight off her sleep, but when he passed her over to you so he could finish changing; she was passed out in your arms.

The smallest interaction with his family made him realize how much he missed your soft touch. The realization he hasn't felt your hands around his skin in what felt like ages made his heart hurt.

Nevertheless, he'd never take you for granted again.

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yourangel137 · 10 months

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Gorgeous to me

This is written for my dear Dainsleif anon and anyone else who feels insecure about having smaller breasts/being flat chested. I hope you like it <3 @miam0re thank you for picking the other characters out!

Genre: fluff + Suggestive/SMUT

Pairs: Scaramouche, Dainsleif, Zhongli x FEM!reader

Warning: SMUT, lots of love to your chest, biting/hickeys/marking, foreplay

Word count: 1064 words

Summary: Reader is insecure about her chest, but these boys love her no matter what and are sure to show it <3

With a slight tremble in your hands you remove the last piece of clothing you have on. Cheeks flare up now being fully bare in front of your lover, too scared to look him in the eyes. Brain going wild with thoughts of worry and insecurity, confidence you once felt now completely gone out of the window. What if he’s going to laugh at you? Think you’re ugly? Your throat betrays you, a clump forming and words not finding its way out. After what felt like forever, you hear him clear his throat and you finally manage to look him in the eyes.

♡Scaramouche♡

“Why are you so nervous?” You hear him say, one eyebrow slightly raised while showing you a look of confusion but also slight annoyance. “Do you want us to stop?” His voice sounds slightly annoyed but as soon as he sees your expression show the slightest bit of pain from his words and attitude, he apologizes.

“I’m just very insecure about my chest.. I’m scared you don’t like it..” Your trembling voice speaks out. Your eyes wander down again, avoiding his eyes once again.

“Why wouldn’t I? Why think of such stupid things to begin with?” You feel his fingers under your chin, your head being lifted up by them so you will have to look him in the eyes. “I don’t want sex for your body, but for you as a person, idiot.” You soon feel his lips press on yours, slowly moving them in sync with yours and softly pushing you down on the bed. Before he continues, he breaks the kiss with a smirk plastered on his face. “Relax, you’ll feel good, I’ll make sure you forget about your insecurity real quick~”

Before you can fully answer him, you already feel his lips press against your neck, pressing small kisses here and there while one of his hands move down to your chest, softly rubbing your nipple with his thumb. A quiet moan leaves your lips, getting more excited than you thought you would while your lover marks your neck with pretty hickeys. His teeth gently graze over your collarbone before he digs his teeth in your skin. He’s right, your brain fills up with so much excitement, you forget about your insecurities real quick.

Though, what truly ends up helping you forget were the words he told you after giving your breasts the love they deserve: “You’re beautiful to me. Whether you believe me or not, I don’t care. Just take the compliment.”

♡Dainsleif♡

“Are you nervous, honey?” His voice remains calm and collected, not wanting to make you any more nervous than you already are. You nod and look down again, fiddling with your fingers to hide the embarrassment you feel. “You don’t have to be nervous, you’re absolutely gorgeous you know that?” Your cheeks flare up more and you look up at your boyfriend Dainsleif. His facial expression shows worry and love for you and knowing he doesn’t show any negative expressions already makes you feel a lot more comfortable. “Really? You mean that? But it’s.. I’m so flat.. I thought you’d be weirded out by it or think of me as any less of a woman..”

“Why would I think that? You’re gorgeous to me. I don’t see anything wrong your chest, honey.” You take a deep breath, nerves leaving your body a little and confidence taking its place again.

You feel his hands softly grab onto your waist and he places a soft kiss on yours. “Do you want to continue or do you rather we stop for now?” He places a kiss on your cheek and one on your lips again while his thumbs rub circles over your exposed skin. “We can continue.”

Dainsleif pushes you down on the bed and gets on top of you, his lips trail butterfly kisses all over your neck down to your chest. His tongue flicks over your nipple and waits for your reaction before he continues. Your mewls and moans makes him more and more excited as his hands worship your body, holding and stroking every inch of your skin. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He speaks out again before he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks on it softly.

Your hand gently grabs onto his hair, stroking and pulling it softly while he takes his sweet time loving your chest. “Y-you’re also handsome..” You manage to speak out, mewls and moans soon following afterwards.

For a second, Dainsleif moves away from your nipples and says: “Thank you, honey.” Before he continues making you feel good once again.

♡Zhongli♡

“You’re stunning, darling.” He immediately calls out, your cheeks flushes from his compliment. “I wouldn’t change one bit about you, you’re perfect, including your chest.”

“How did you know?..”

His hands gently cup your cheeks, lips pressing against yours softly. “I could see it in your expression and change of attitude when you removed your top.” You’re melting in his hands, his thumbs softly stroking your cheeks and his lips pressing soft kisses on your own. “I know everyone has at least one thing they are insecure about, just know I love all of you. I love all your insecurities and all of what you think are flaws. One day you’ll see how stunning you are, I’ll be sure to make you believe it.”

Your body flushes, slightly trembling from excitement and happiness. Happiness from the love you’re receiving and excitement for the thought of continuing with your lover. Upon your reaction, he kisses you again, this time slightly less gentle and more passionate. He too, wants to continue and make you feel high from the pleasure he’d give you.

The passionate kiss makes you whimper, asking for more in a way you didn’t have to break the kiss and ask with words. His fingers trail over your body, giving your nipples the attention it wants so badly. His love radiates through his actions and your body reacts to it with more and more excitement. You expected your first time sex with him to be lovable and he knows exactly how to express that love to you. He’s worshipping you and you’re not complaining for one bit. His thumb rubs gently over your clit, lips still finding more skin to kiss and love. “I’ll be sure to make you moan for me tonight~”

Thank you for reading! <3

Much love,

Angel

Made on: 11-07-2023

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autumnblooms · 7 months

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Hold Me, Hand in Hand

My first Ghost fic, and it's MountainDew angst because of course it is. This is my attempt to expand on this post after I cranked out a full outline while very stoned last night. Turns out writing sober with actual sense takes a hell of a lot longer. Anyway, I didn't proofread much so go easy on me.

Cw: dermatillomania, anxiety, some blood, possibly incorrect Italian, Mount gets stuck in his head but Dew brings him out of it, 2.5k of hurt/comfort

Mountain feels it creep in slowly, so slow that he hardly realizes until he’s deep in it. The height of summer in July has left the Abbey grounds in a drought, the crunchy grass and oppressive heat keeping most ghouls and Siblings indoors. The ghoulettes have been trying their best to keep air moving through the halls of the Abbey, and Rain has hardly left his generously sized bath all week. That’s left Dew reveling in the sun’s energy alone, and Mountain using the last bit of energy he has avoiding him. Mountain can feel all too keenly through his magick the way the plants on the Abbey grounds wilt and die in the sun’s rays, and it’s left him feeling lethargic and in his own head.

That is how Dew finds him one day in late July. After hardly seeing anyone for days, Dew, in his boredom, had gone wandering out to the greenhouse to look for Mountain. He opened the door, helping himself in and calling a greeting to the earth ghoul.

“Hey sapling, whatcha up to…out here…” Dew trails off as his eyes find Mountain, sitting on a stool in the back by his workbench, eyes staring into the middle distance out the closest glass wall.

“Hmm…?” Mountain hums his acknowledgment of Dew, not moving his eyes from their spot.

“What, is a Sibling skinny dipping in the lake again? What’s out there more interesting than me?” Dew jokes as he walks closer to Mountain, looking out the greenhouse windows to try to determine what he was so entranced with. He looks back to the earth ghoul, confusion creasing his brow as he tilts his head to try to look in Mountain’s eyes. “Hello?” Dew eyes him up and down, and finally catches what his hands have been doing in his lap this whole time: Mountain’s left hand has been rhythmically digging and peeling at the skin of his right thumb. Dew can see bloody gashes already formed on the sides of at least four other fingers, all the way down to the second knuckle.

“Oh sapling,” Dew coos softly, changing his tune from joking to an attempt at soothing. “Hey baby, can you look at me?” The fire ghoul puts his hands over Mountain's, being careful not to add more heat to the already overheated ghoul. Dew looks closely at him now, noticing just how dull his complexion has become and how dry the skin of his hands feel. He slowly pulls Mountain’s hands apart and rubs soothing circles over the backs with his thumbs while he waits for the earth ghoul to come back to his element.

Mountain begins blinking his eyes, slowly at first, and Dew sees his attention drift back to reality from the middle distance. He turns his head towards Dew, and a few dry leaves drift out of his horns and fall to the floor of the greenhouse, joining a small pile that had already congregated there. Dew briefly wonders to himself how long the earth ghoul had been out here, stuck in his own head.

“Hey firelily” Mountain croaks, his voice sounding like dry kindling. “Sorry, I think I was somewhere else for a bit.” He smiles down at the smaller ghoul, feeling his skin stretching uncomfortably as sensation starts to come back to him. It’s at this point he notices the sharp pain in his fingers and flexes them experimentally in Dew’s hands, wincing as he does.

“Yeah, you really got yourself good this time sapling. Hold tight.” Dew places Mountain’s hands on his knees and stands up, looking for a clean rag and soaking it in the greenhouse tap. He returns to crouch down in front of Mountain who hasn’t moved, but Dew can feel the embarrassment radiating off him now that he’s fully back online and processing what had happened.

“You don’t have to do that Dew, I can get it” he mumbles as Dew starts washing the blood off his fingertips, trying to wipe his free hand on his apron before Dew can see the full damage. The fire ghoul grabs that hand too, tsking at him.

“Don’t do that big guy, you’re gonna get an infection. That apron’s as dirty as your work tables.” Dew knows that Mountain’s connection to his element is the only reason he hasn’t gotten an infection yet; the wounds on his hands never being left alone long enough to heal but that not being enough to stop Mountain from submerging his hands in soil daily. He hopes though that a little light ribbing might snap Mountain out of his guilt. Mountain cracks a half-hearted smile and allows Dew to finish his work, though if it’s out of true acceptance or a desire to just have this over with quickly Dew doesn’t know.

~~~~~~~~

Dew had gotten Mountain to join him back inside the Abbey after his hands had been cleaned and some water from the rag had been applied to his neck and face, not fully rehydrating the tired earth ghoul, but doing enough to give him the energy to walk back inside. Mountain didn’t feel like doing much, embarrassment from disappearing from his pack and being caught in a vulnerable moment still twisting in his stomach. But he knew it was getting late and Papa would be expecting them all for practice after dinner, and the anxiety of not doing what Papa expected was enough to get him moving.

Dinner went by in a bit of a haze, the sound of his pack teasing and laughing with each other becoming background noise. Even Rain seemed to be feeling back to his normal self, the day spent in the lake being enough to shake off the effects of the dry season. Mountain hangs his head over his food and hears a small voice in the back of his head tell him to get over himself, that he’s an earth ghoul not a water ghoul- if Rain’s not in pain he has no right to be either. The hand not holding his fork moves under the table, middle finger finding a rough edge on the thumb and resuming its rhythmic picking. Dew spies this movement from across the table, mid conversation with Swiss, but stays quiet and saves that information for later.

The pack finished up dinner not long after that, continuing their conversations as they cleaned up the table and filed out together to the practice room to meet Papa, who greeted them warmly with a “Hello my ghouls, so good to see you” as always. Aurora and Rain hug him as they pass, the rest giving a smile and a nod as they make their way to their instruments and begin tuning. Mountain sneaks behind the group to his kit while Papa is preoccupied with Aurora squeezing him around the middle, not wanting to taint practice with his moodiness. He sits himself down behind his kit and grabs two sticks from the holder, grimacing as he feels the skin on his fingers pull tight, the wounds he opened earlier in the morning keeping his fingers from bending far enough to wrap around the sticks in his usual grip. As though from a distance he hears Papa say he wants to do a full run through, and Dew kicks up the first few notes of “Kaisarion”. Mountain takes a deep breath and forces his fists to close as his count approaches. He makes it a little over a minute through however before the stick in his right hand goes flying backwards, his grip becoming weakened from pain. His packmates, ever the professionals, keep playing without missing a beat, but Mountain doesn’t miss the sideways glances of worry they give him. It’s not like Mountain to mess up, he’s been around too long for that.

Mountain slips a few more times after that, not quite throwing the stick again, but fumbling his notes as he attempts to play more in a more subdued fashion than normal. He grips harder, forcing his fingers to bend past the point his healing wounds wish him to go. He grimaces through the pain as he feels the torn skin open up again. Mountain tries his best to focus his attention on the beat and the familiar burn in his muscles instead. He somehow manages to make it to their first break before “Cirice”, and carefully peels his stiff fingers off his drumsticks, wincing as he sees the blood soaked into the wood. His attention is too focused on the sticks in his hands, however, to notice Papa approaching.

“How are you feeling, alberello? Are you alright? It’s not like you to drop sticks like that…” Copia trails off as his gaze moves down to the sticks laying on top Mountain’s snare, and sees the blood stains. Mountain jumps at his Papa’s voice and looks up at him with surprise, a knot of anxiety working its way into his chest. He doesn’t wait for the look of worry to finish creasing Copia’s brow, and he certainly doesn’t wait for the next question to leave his mouth before he’s scooping up the evidence, mumbling a quick apology, and running out of the practice room. Copia stands there in shock, watching the door close behind his earth ghoul as Dew comes up behind him, carefully setting down his guitar and putting a comforting hand on his Papa’s back.

“It’s alright Papa, it wasn’t you. This weather’s been tough on him. I’ll go get him, try to bring him back.” Copia shakes his head.

“No, take as much time as he needs. We’ll finish up here and end early. Just help him back to himself, lucciola.”

Dew gets lucky and guesses correctly the first time, assuming that Mountain’s room being the closest is where he’d go in his panic. He tests the door and finds it unlocked, so he lets himself in. Inside, the scene that greets him almost breaks his heart: Mountain, sitting cross legged on his bed, whole body shaking as he’s desperately trying to lick the blood off his own fingers, that thousand yard stare back in his eyes. Dew knows Mountain hasn’t registered his presence yet, not when he’s in that state, so he silently closes the door behind him and slips into Mountain’s bathroom, grabbing an empty snack bowl he finds on the way. Dew gives the bowl a quick rinse and fills it with the coldest water the tap can manage, grabs a washcloth, bandages, and antibac ointment, and heads back in to Mountain.

“Shhhh hey baby, you’re alright” he coos, sitting down cross legged in front of Mountain and carefully settling the bowl between them. He takes Mountain’s hands, just as he did earlier in the day, and dips them into the cool water, watching the earth ghoul’s face the whole time. Dew’s careful not to let his own hands in the water, not wanting to warm it any more than the blankets already will. He waits patiently, eyes never leaving Mountain’s face, whispering soft encouragement while he waits for Mountain to come back out of his head again. When the tears start welling at his eyes, Dew knows he’s back.

“There we are, hi sapling” he soothes, carefully setting the bowl on Mountain’s side table and wrapping his fingers in the washcloth. Mountain whines at the sweet words, hanging his head further, shoulders still shaking. “I know baby, I know. Just let me wrap you up and we’ll make you all better.” Mountain holds his hands a few inches above Dew’s lap and whines again, resting his head on the fire ghoul’s shoulder. Dew inspects the wounds, placing ointment on the worst cuts and counting how many bandages he’d need. “You’re doing great, big guy, almost done.”

“It hurts, Dew,” Mountain whispers.

“I know it does, baby. The ointment will help.”

“Not just my hands…my chest…my arms…” Mountain tries shaking out his arms to show what he means, pressing against their mental bond to explain what can’t come out in words. His anxiety is lingering, settling into his chest and arms like an insistent pressure that can only be released by shredding all the skin off his fingers. His tail comes up to his mouth and Mountain starts chewing; the longer he goes without picking, the more the pressure builds, and if Dew won’t let him pick then biting is the only way to release it.

“Hey, hey now, we’re not gonna do that. I don’t have enough band-aids, pebble” Dew says, quickly wrapping the last bandage and pulling Mountain’s tail from his mouth. The tears return to his eyes, this time out of frustration. “Shhh…I told you I’d help, let me help.” Dew runs his hands through Mountain’s hair, down his neck and over his back, kicking up the warmth in his hands now. Mountain shakes his arms again with another whine, trying to show Dew where he needs the warmth the most. Dew catches on, turning to lay down on his back with his head in Mountain’s pillows, bringing the bigger ghoul down with him to lay his head on his chest. Mountain latches onto him like a koala, wrapping his arms and legs around the smaller ghoul and burying his face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his comforting scent of woodfire and spice. His shaking subsides, low whines turning into purrs as Dew’s warm hands soothe over his arms and neck, fingers trailing across his face, and back down in a loop. “How you feeling pebble?”

“Mmmmm…better. Your hands feel nice” Mountain purrs. “Gotta get back though, Papa’s gonna be so pissed at me.”

“Papa’s ending practice early, he said take your time.” Mountain groans, burying his face further in Dew’s neck.

“Dammit…I didn’t want anyone to notice…”

“Baby, you fucked up ‘Rats’ and bled all over your sticks, they were gonna notice” he says, tickling Mountain’s sides to make sure he knows he’s being lighthearted. Mountain groans again, and Dew wraps him in a tight hug. “I know, I’m sorry. I should’ve helped you wrap your fingers before we left for practice. I just didn’t want to stress you out more by bringing it up.”

“ ‘S not your fault, firebug. My problem, I gotta deal.” Mountain mumbles.

“Hey, no look at me,” Dew tilts his chin up, leaning forward to look in his eyes. “That doesn’t mean it’s your fault either, or that you have to deal alone. We all get fucked up by the weather topside, your element just gets it a little worse. It’s not fair, but you’re strong. The Dark Lord wouldn’t have sent you up here if you couldn’t handle it. It will rain again, you will be yourself again, and we’ll all be here for you in the before and after. We love you, sapling. I love you. More than words can say.”

Mountain squeezes the smaller ghoul back, mindful of his hands. “I love you too, firelily. More than words can say.”

#I'll probably add to ao3 later #the band ghost #ghost fic #mountaindew #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #tw: dermatillomania #nameless ghouls #ghost band #my fic

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savventeen · 1 year

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places we've been torn (i'm always, always yours)

pairing: soonyoung x gn!reader rating: T wc: ~1k summary: you and soonyoung have been lying together for who-knows how long now, going back and forth asking each other about the various scars you both have. the stories have been mostly silly or stupid (or both), but it's as the night is winding down that soonyoung asks about the one scar with a story you're not sure you're ready to share. warnings: scars, mentions of suicide, past near-attempted suicide (reader) tags: fluff and angst, angsty fluff, reader is in a good place now but there was a time when they weren't, and soonyoung has to take some time to process that fact, i think this is still very soft??? despite the subject matter, but please please please be careful friends a/n: this is for @diamondyjh as part of my emergency commissions and she requested angst to fluff (tho this turned into more angsty fluff than angst to fluff, but i hope you still like it) and the title is from always by switchfoot

You're not sure the last time you felt so content.

At the moment, you and Soonyoung are curled up on his bed over the covers, feet tangled together and heads sharing the same pillow. The past few hours you've spent just laying there and talking, mostly asking about each other's scars but drifting off to other topics as well. For the past ten minutes or so, it's been quiet, the two of you simply enjoying each other's company.

Everything about this moment is warm — from the way his hands hold one of yours and press a kiss to your palm to the way your heart feels like it's melting in your chest and spreading all the way to the tips of your toes.

"What about this one," he murmurs into the silence, rubbing his thumb slowly over the soft skin of your wrist. "It's so tiny; I never noticed it before."

And the scar in question is tiny, smaller than a grain of rice, nestled right in the center of your wrist.

The story behind it, though, is so much bigger.

For the first time all night, your first instinct is to lie — to make something up and brush it off and clutch at the secret you've kept tucked away in your chest for so, so long. Excuses like oh, it's no big deal - it's nothing - I don't even remember all sit ready on the tip of your tongue. But you bite them back.

You stare at Soonyoung, marveling at how soft he looks in the warm lamplight — trusting the small but fervent corner of your quickly-beating heart begging you to be completely honest for once in your life, whispering that you can trust him with this.

He keeps tracing his thumb in gentle arcs across your skin, and you breathe in — slow — breathe out — steady.

“It’s from a knife,” you say at last, calm, and not at all like this is the first time in the ten years since it happened that you’ve told anyone. A buzzing has started under your skin, anxiety humming through your veins at a frequency you’re sure Soonyoung must be able to hear.

But he just wrinkles his brow in adorable confusion, lower lip jutting out just enough to form a soft, worried pout. “A knife?”

“Yeah.”

You can trust him with this.

You gulp and bite the bullet. “I was sixteen and... and I came really close to killing myself.”

A beat, and the world stops.

Your breath feels trapped in your lungs as you watch him blink, his thumb freezing as he processes your words. And for a moment, his face is blank.

But Soonyoung has always worn his heart on his sleeve, and you can easily read the emotions that start flashing across his face. First, a silent shock that bleeds into disbelief. His eyes find yours, searching, searching, yearning to find a falsehood somewhere in your words — a soft kind of horror dawning like a rain-soaked morning as realization sets in.

His grip on your wrist tightens, fear and worry evident in the way he takes a deep, steadying breath, and he pulls your hand to his chest and clutches it there, almost desperately. His other hand reaches out to cradle your face, stroking reverently, even as his exhale is shaky. It doesn't seem to be enough, though, because a moment later, he's scooting forward the foot of space between you and bringing your forehead to his. You lay like that for a moment, two, and then he's pulling you closer still, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and shoulder so that he can wrap his arms around you and squeeze.

You squeeze back, telling him with everything but your words that I'm not gone, I'm still here. I'm here, I'm here, I'm here. You let yourselves have this moment, burying yourself into his embrace as he holds you like you'll disappear if he lets go.

"I'm okay, Youngie," you murmur eventually.

His fingers curl into the back of your shirt. "But you weren't." His voice is a whisper, thick with the threat of tears. "You weren't okay."

You sigh, bringing one hand up to cradle the back of his head and gently scratch at his scalp. "No. No, I wasn't then. But that was a long time ago, now."

Between one blink and the next, he's pulling out of the embrace just enough to be able to cradle your face between his palms. He's staring at you with red-rimmed eyes, and you feel something crack in your chest.

"You'll tell me, right?" he asks. "If you're ever not okay again? You'll tell me, or someone, or—" He huffs a frustrated breath before pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. For a moment that feels like your own eternity, he lingers there, lips against your skin — an invisible tattoo pressed into every thought floating around in your head. "Please promise me you'll tell someone, jagi."

"I will." You seal your vow with a kiss of your own pressed to his lips. "I promise."

And he must hear the truth of your words because you can feel the tension bleed out of him like he's a deflating balloon, and you deflate right along with him. You press another kiss to his lips, soft and chaste and full of all the reassurance you have.

"Hey, Youngie." You wait until he's looking at you, and then you let all of the warm, gooey feelings of hope and love and life bubble over into a beaming grin. "I love you, and I'm so happy that I'm here with you."

The smile he gives back could rival the sun's, you think.

~~~

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imliketheiceifreeze · 11 months

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My Little Scientist- Chapter 9

warnings: smut, swearing, MINORS DNI

word count: 2,526

sorry this has taken so long but i hope you all enjoy the next installment of this series!

Chapter 10

"You unlock this door Wainfleet, or I swear to god I'll make you wish you weren't reborn," he grunted, slamming his fist into the window, causing the remaining soldiers to jump back, before racing off to join their new leader. "Shit, I don't have my comms," he spoke again, softer this time and directed towards Gaia.

No words came from her mouth in response, unable to speak without having so much as talked to the man in over a week, she found it was hard to look at him, knowing he no longer held the same feelings for her as he did before, and knowing that it was her own fault.

"Come on princess, not even gonna talk to me if we're stuck together, you really hate me don't you."

her lips parted at his words, an audible gasp slipping from them, eyes boring into his own unblinking golden orbs that held a hint of sadness, even with the malice in his tone. "I could never hate you Miles," she whispered coarsely turning away from him, her hair whipping around with the speed, crossing her arms around her waist, she couldn't look at him like this.

Yet upon hearing him approach, she still couldn't help glancing over her shoulder, even now, feeling that same magnetic pull towards him which she wondered would it ever go away.

"Could've fooled me," he muttered, placing a warm hand tentatively over her shoulder, drawing a shiver from the smaller woman, having been craving his touch for so long now her body reacted involuntarily whenever he was close.

"Don't act like you don't hate me too," her voice cracked miserably at her own words, Miles' thumb now rubbing the skin on her shoulder, a small comfort at least.

"Hate you sunshine? I don't hate you, why in the hell would you think that," his own voice was now only a whisper to match hers, the taut atmosphere enveloping them both in its embrace.

"You've been ignoring me all week, what was I supposed to think?" Gaia murmured, turning her head once more to meet his own sorrowful eyes, it was the only thing that made her question if possibly, he still felt the same way after all.

"You ain't been talking to me either baby, I thought I was in the dog-house," his other hand now rested carefully over hers, in attempt to loosen the tight grip she had around her waist, whilst his words were bringing her nothing more than immense confusion.

"Dog-house, what do you mean?" She circled around finally to face him, instead of pushing him off like the cowardly part of her so desperately wanted to.

"In disgrace baby, waiting for you to forgive me for being an asshole, for what I said," he gulped, seeming nervous for once, his eyes flickered down to the speckled floor before returning to the pools of honey staring back puzzledly. "I'm sorry for what I said Gaia, you have every right not to forgive me, I just need you to know." His voice was now constricted with his own emotions, eyes burning with intensity and refusing to look away.

His confession made her heart lurch, in all honesty she had forgiven him the very next day, but his apology was so sweet it sparked a deeper fondness for the man within her and she'd missed this feeling so much, she'd missed him.

Unwinding her arms, she reached on her tiptoes for his face, him leaning down eagerly to help shorten her journey, she cupped his cheek, not missing the way his eyes closed at her touch, his large face leaning into her palm as she stroked his smooth skin with her thumb tenderly.

"Please Miles, lets not fight anymore," Gaia croaked, his eyes shooting open at her words, arms instinctively pulled her closer.

"I don't wanna fight with you baby," his arms were wound around her waist in a suffocating embrace as they were pulled to one another, as if by a gravitational force, their lips meeting before either could register the action; not that there was much protest.

His lips moved over hers with the passion of a weeks worth of words unsaid, her own returning the favour just as eagerly. "Jump," he grunted, lifting his lover into his arms, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist as he walked them both to the couch, lowering himself slowly with her still in his lap as she busied herself, pressing feverish kisses to his lips whilst she gripped the sides of his face, feeling his chest rumble contentedly.

"Don't leave me again sunshine, I can't take it a second time," he whispered, now pressing his own eager kisses to her cheeks and jaw, travelling to her neck until they were both happily nuzzling their faces together, hands caressing and touching at any exposed skin, as if it might be the last time they'd get the opportunity.

Gaia thought that If any of the soldiers were looking over them right now she'd probably die of embarrassment, yet too engrossed in the warmth of the strong arms encasing her and the safety and comfort they provided to check if her fears rang true.

"I'll never leave Miles, I'll always be here," she muttered between kisses, rubbing her cheek against his like he might rub off on her if she tried hard enough.

"And, just to clarify, we are dating sweetheart, if any of my soldiers try hitting on you again."

She giggled, rolling her eyes at his possessiveness, a flush on her cheeks indicating it didn't bother her in the least

"So I'm your girl now?" She questioned, pressing a kiss to his lips once more.

"If that's what you want, you can be my girl."

Blushing crimson she hid her face in his chest, feeling his chuckle vibrating against her ear.

"What, that make you shy sweetheart? Being my girl, thought we'd already established this to be honest, but you're mine, my girl, mine, sunshine," he stroked her hair with long fingers, tugging slightly to bring her eye level, a feeling she revelled in all to much.

"That enough for you baby, to know your mine?" He growled, Gaia able to feel his growing hardness beneath her, a soft moan leaving her lips when he shifted himself enough to brush against her core.

"I'd prefer you to show me," she grinned like a Cheshire cat, liking the way his grasp on her tightened, his head falling into her shoulder and breathing deeply, pressing her into him until she was plastered against his chest.

"Darling, not here, Don't do that right here," he groaned, acutely aware of the audience they'd gathered by the window of the break room, pressing open mothed kisses readily to her slender neck in attempt to control himself.

"Miles," she whined in annoyance, rolling her hips gently against his own to convey her need, the friction making her eyes roll back into her skull

"Darlin'," he slapped her ass with a low growl that commanded her to stop without even having to ask. She submitted to his wishes instantly, ceasing all movements to look up through her lashes at the feral eyes staring back, heart beating out of her chest at the sight.

"That's a good girl, you want me to show you how much you mean to me? Let me take care of you sweetheart, I'll look after you real good," he grumbled again, voice growing rougher with every word as he massaged the flesh of her plush thighs, his large hand easily covering her entire upper leg.

"Yes, please," she whispered coyly, eyes fluttering between him and the floor as a blush spread across her cheeks.

Miles promptly stood up once more, causing Gaia to wrap her legs like a vice around him so as not to fall as he walked up to the window, exposing them to the prying eyes of his soldiers, who Gaia hadn't realised until now had been watching her little display.

"Oi, you perverts gonna let us out or what?"

Miles banged on the window with one large fist as he growled, his other hand resting under Gaia's ass much to her embarrassment, whilst she hid her face in his broad chest, gripping onto his shoulders with her short nails, able to feel the rippling muscle beneath his taut skin.

There was no reply, only shocked faces glaring back at their Colonel, unmoving with fear, that was until Lyle moved out of the pack, dangling the stolen keys in front of Mile's eyes with a grin, before he disappeared from sight. The door swung open suddenly, leaving a grinning Lyle in plain view, and if Miles hadn't been so preoccupied he might've bothered to scold him.

"You're welcome sir, don't go too rough on sunshine now,"

Lyle snickered as Miles pushed past him, ignoring his lewd comments in favour of marching at top speed towards his quarters, he had a promise to fulfil after all, and he was a man of his word.

"Yeah Colonel get some!"

Another voice shouted faintly down the long corridor, making Gaia groan, wishing she could retain at least a little dignity around the man, something she never managed to do.

"I'll make 'em pay for saying that, don't worry sunshine," Miles smirked, aware of Gaia's head still dipped into his chest, the red of her cheeks visible even with only a glance of his eyes

"You better," she retorted, her words muffled by the material of his shirt she was still buried in

"It ain't all my fault though is it darlin', didn't have to start grindin' on me in front of 'em all," he chuckled, drawl thicker than usual, a heady atmosphere falling on you both as he reached for the handle of his door.

She finally looked up at him with an amorous glint in her wide eyes, face framed by a few blonde curls, Miles couldn't help but suck in a breath at the sight. "I didn't know they were all watching," she pouted as he strolled into the empty room, finally setting her down on his bed, with an eyebrow quirked up at her comment.

"it's alright sunshine, we're all alone now so you can do whatever you like," he teased, lowering himself in front of her as he began to suck and kiss at that spot below her ear that had her trembling all over again.

He popped the button of her jeans with a sly smile, looking up at her widened eyes, the puzzle pieces finally clicking into place in her mind of his plans for that night.

"I think I have a favour to return, don't I," he mused, one hand massaging Gaia's thigh whilst the other dragged her zipper down at a tantalising pace, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of such a powerful man brought to his knees before her, pressing gentle kisses to the skin of her stomach.

And she relished in the way he made her squirm in his hold, gripping her tightly and following her movements if she ever attempted to escape, letting her grip at his hair and trap his head with her thighs whenever the pleasure became too much.

She couldn't count how many times she met her blissful end that night, only being released from his divine torture once he was fully satisfied; yet one thing was for certain, she hadn't ever slept so deeply as once he was done with her.

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"Miles, I'm sorry too you know" Gaia spoke softly into the dim room whilst Miles caressed her side with one large hand, holding her against him with the fear she could slip right through his fingers at any moment.

"I know," he only replied in a husky voice, his fingers squeezing her comfortingly with his lips pressed against her bare shoulder.

"You can have them back if you want," he spoke again, more quietly, against the shell of her ear, spying the way her eyes were fixated on the glinting metal coiled up on his bedside table. He'd been unable to put them back on since that night, knowing that doing so would be an admittance of her absence, a small part of him still holding out hope that she would return to him.

He reached over her to the cool object, hooking the chain against his fingers to get a good look at it.

"I can?" she caught her lip between her teeth to suppress the pleased grin that was trying to force it's way against taut cheeks

"Go on baby, don't go throwing it back at me any time soon though or I might not be so forgiving." He warned sternly, in that authoritative voice that had her stomach lurching, a pink hue dusting her face as she gripped the necklace from between his fingers, pulling it away from them gingerly, before slipping it over her head for the second time, having missed the feeling of them bouncing right over her heart whenever she moved.

"You can pry these off my cold, dead body, they're mine now," she teased, stroking her fingers over the deepened lines in the metal, marking her as his own, not that she minded anymore, she couldn't deny it anymore, how deeply she'd fallen with this man, he may as well tattoo his name on her because even if he left, she'd always belong to him a little.

"Hah, you better keep it that way, want the whole base knowing you're spoken for."

"I think at least your team knows by know, they're always calling me the Colonel's girl," she stroked his hand as she spoke, twisting her head over her shoulder to see how her words were received.

"Oh they are now are they?" He grinned, giving her side a pinch as his fangs poked out over his lip, reminding her of the many pinprick marks they'd left over her body.

"Yeah, they always have actually, what have you been saying to them?" She questioned in an accusatory tone as his eyes swam with mischief

"wouldn't you like to know," he whispered against her ear once more in a sultry tone, causing her to shiver in delight arching back into the man who'd only finished with you a few minutes prior.

"what, you want another round already sunshine? Thought you were too tired hmm?" He mused, one hand snaking between her legs to her exposed sex which was already prepared to take him, barely having recovered from the way he'd already taken her for multiple rounds.

"Please just put it in Miles, I need you," she complained, her hole pulsing with need as if it were crying out for him, a request he couldn't resist, and before she knew it she was sighing in relief as he entered, fucking her softly into the pillows with his arm wound around her waist to keep her close.

"How could I say no," he groaned, clearly feeling just as sensitive as Gaia, as he took his pleasure once more, not ready to let their union come to and end.

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Just went through all the sucrose asks to see my favourites and now I'm fucking scarred for life what the fuck is wrong with us people. ( The choke hold Orion, Host and The executioner have on me cannot be described by words btw)

(Sucrose is one of my favorite creations, but the worse when it comes to everything else. Once again, happy birthday and I hope you enjoy this little piece with everyone's least favorite host)

You prepare for the day's showing as usual. Host stops by your dressing room to wish you a good day with a smooch to your forehead before he's off to finish getting ready him. There's no indication that today's show will be any different than usual. Your attire was a bit flasher than normal, but not much else besides that.

A sparkly fabric cut in your preferred style of fit and color, matched with a necklace that harbors your birthstone. It fit your form perfectly, and one of the stagehands helping you get ready gives you a thumbs as you walk from behind the dressing booth.

Once finished with the preparation, you head over to the curtains that lead to the center stage. You can see light poking from them, but as you step outside the floor is dark. Every seat is empty as well. You look around confused.

"Host? Where are you.. and everyone else?"

"Right in front of you, starshine."

Suddenly, the lights flicker back on, followed by the faint pop of confetti cannons and a shower of balloons around you. The crowd roars in cheer; dozens of silhouettes now fitted with birthday hats and party horns between their lips. Two stage hands rush from behind the curtains and place a birthday sash around you along with a crown on your head.

Your face is mirrored on various screens around the stage. In front of you, there's a large cake almost for times your size. The top three layers splatter onto the floor as Host bursts from a compartment in its center. He wears a polka dot suit the same color as the party hat he wears; welding a smaller, but equally if not more appealing birthday cake. He strolls up to you as the candles atop it burst with small flames.

"Happy Birthday, sweetheart! I'm almost 98% sure that it is today because I honestly don't know shit about how your concept of time works, but I've been trying my best to keep track. We're all so happy to have you here. The show, and I, wouldn't be work a damn without you. And that's a fact. I know cake is normally saved for last, but we like to live to the fullest here so blow out this candles and let's get this show on the road."

You blow them out, everyone cheering as you do. Host leans in, covering his hand with his mouth as he whispers. "Word of advice. Don't eat any of the larger one. I tried to make it myself, and well, let's just say there were a few casualties in the tasting portion."

He stands up straight, pointing to the crowd. "You can thank Leonard over these for the decorations.. and making the edible one."

The shadow in question waves at you, wearing an apron around its neck. Host wraps an arm over you, squeezing you gently in a hug.

"It really has been such a treat to be with you. We hope this little celebration is enough to show you just how much you mean to us, and that you'll stick around for whatever else is to come. Things wouldn't be the same without you."

Host pats your shoulder as he let's you go. "Let's continue with the festivities, shall we? I did some research and put together some things I thought you might enjoy. I hope you like your outfit too. I heard of a little thing called a birthday suit, but wasn't able to find out much about it. Maybe you can tell me what it is.. for future reference."

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run-me-through-but-not-like-that · 1 year

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Thank you so much for all the beautiful fics, I love your writing!

Hope I'm not bothering you with this request but could you write Izzy x Calico Jack x Reader? Even something nsfw if you feel like it. Maybe they had known each other for years because Reader works in Nassau 🤔 whatever you want, I'm sure I'll love it!

(Sorry for my writing, English isn't my first language)

Thank you for an excuse to write Izzy x reader x Jack!

Paramour in Nassau (NSFW)

Word Count: 5177

When Calico Jack Rackham sauntered back aboard the Revenge a couple of weeks ago, the crew wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Buttons obviously wanted him dead and ended up with half of the crew holding him back while Frenchie hurried to hide his fangs.

Of course, when he first appeared, he and Edward had a full out brawl in the middle of the deck, ending up with various cuts and bruises by the time Izzy was chastising them and snapping at them to separate. Then it was like nothing happened, Ed and Jack were friends again, much to Stede’s dismay.

Thankfully, Jack wasn’t as unbearable as he was when the crew last met him, since he wasn’t there to get Ed off of the ship and sell Stede out to the British. Jack seemed more interested in following Izzy around like a shadow than partying with Edward, a confusing but welcome turn of events. He was even helping out around the ship, Izzy and Stede agreed on the first thing ever, that Jack would need to work to stay aboard the ship.

Jack had been aboard for a couple of weeks and had made himself at home, and there was no sign of him leaving anytime soon. eseseAs the Revenge steadily approached the republic of pirates, Izzy stood by the railing, watching the island take form in the distance and slowly approach.

Large hands clasped over his shoulders from behind, giving him a small shake. “Nassau, Iz…” Izzy could hear the smirk in Jack’s voice, the almost giddy excitement.

“Fucking hell,” Izzy grumbled but still found himself smiling a little.

He couldn’t lie, he was looking forward to the visit just as much as Jack was. They hadn’t been to Nassau since the duel with Bonnet and plotting with the British, and that hadn’t exactly been the most fun visit. But they were going back now, they would be there soon.

“What’s in Nassau?” Lucius appeared out of the blue, a habit that he was getting increasingly comfortable with much to Izzy’s irritation. “It was not fun last time I was there,” he recalled, possibly expecting one of them (most likely Jack) to ask for further details.

Neither of them did.

“Mind your own business, Spriggs,” Izzy huffed, smile disappearing immediately.

“Iz and me have a bit of a paramour in Nassau,” Jack told him with a proud grin, rubbing firm small circles into the back of Izzy’s shoulders with his thumbs.

“A paramour, really?” Izzy raised an eyebrow, looking over his shoulder at Jack, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Jack laughed, digging deeper into Izzy’s shoulders, forcing the smaller man to hold back a small groan. He would not let that slip in front of Lucius Spriggs of all people.

“Learnt it from Steve. Did I use it right?” Jack asked, letting his hands drop from his shoulders when Izzy shrugged them off and turned to face him and Lucius.

“God, I sure hope you did,” the scribe grinned, looking just as excited now, maybe even more so. “So…a shared paramour…are we all going to be able to watch a fight for their hand? Oh, I bet on Izzy!”

“Really?” Jack huffed, pouting while Izzy smirked.

“He’s scrappy,” Lucius shrugged.

Izzy rolled his eyes, assuring him that, “there won’t be a fight.”

“Confident or giving up?” Lucius questioned, seemingly both teasing and serious.

Jack laughed again, throwing an arm around Izzy’s shoulders. “What Iz means is that our little paramour wouldn’t be satisfied with just one man.”

Lucius looked between the two men until he was satisfied that Jack wasn’t just pulling his leg. “...holy shit, really?” His grin grew even wider. “Really, Izzy?” He wanted every little detail.

Izzy knew that his face was heating up under the interrogation, with how excited and suggestively the scribe was looking at him. “Why do you look so excited about this?” he asked petulantly.

“...I knew about the two of you but a third?...that’s tasty.” Lucius couldn’t help but reevaluate everything he thought he knew about Izzy Hands. Now he was rethinking the whole ‘we don’t own each other’ conversation he had with the older man. What did his relationship look like? How long had he been involved with Jack? How long had either of them been with their other mysterious partner?

“I fucking hate you,” Izzy muttered, unable to feel too angry when Jack gave him another little shake and squeezed him closer to his side.

“Can I meet them?” Lucius asked, eyes bright and hopefully.

“Absolutely not,” Izzy scoffed. Why was this man always involving himself in everyone else’s business?

Lucius looked between them both again, looking more curious this time. He was still always taken back when Izzy allowed Jack to touch him like that in public, all casual and affectionate. “And the two of you…they have an interesting taste…”

“Fuck off,” Izzy sneered.

Jack frowned a little this time as well. “What’s that mean?” He wasn’t sure if he should be offended but he was ready to defend the honour of both his partners.

Lucius shrugged before smirking. “Just interesting…kinda hot, though.”

Jack was grinning again, grip on Izzy tightening. “It’s really fucking hot,” he agreed.

“Jack,” Izzy said his name in that stern way he does when he needs Jack to pay attention.

“Yeah?”

Lucius was also always a little taken by that, the way Jack’s expression would change when his gaze turned to Izzy. Becoming all soft and attentive.

“Shut the fuck up,” Izzy grumbled.

“Yes, sir,” Jack beamed, shooting Lucius a playful wink.

Once the Revenge was docked and Izzy’s duties were carried out, he let Jack drag him towards Spanish Jackie’s. Normally, Izzy would feel a little lighter while he was in Nassau, but the fact that Lucius and Black Pete were so obviously following them was pissing him off.

“Are you even allowed in Jackie’s?” Izzy called to the two men following behind him and Jack.

Lucius and Pete scampered forward until they were walking beside the other duo. “Stede was barred. Technically, I wasn’t,” Lucius explained.

“Uh-huh, I’m not saving your ass if she wants your nose,” Izzy shrugged.

Lucius gulped but steeled himself as Pete took hold of his hand. He thought it was worth the risk.

When the four of them walked into Jackies, they headed to the bar, Lucius and Pete sitting a few stools down from them when Izzy threatened them to leave them alone.

The man behind the bar handed Jack and Izzy their drinks seconds before Jackie walked out of the backroom. Lucius purposely kept his head down and shuffled closer to Pete’s side, but kept his attention on the unexpected couple a few seats down the bar.

“Fucking hell, you two,” Jackie adressed them, warningly.

“Good to see you too, Jackie,” Jack smiled, wide and a little goofy. Like he was purposely trying to piss her off. “Don’t worry, I have my safe entry pass,” he flinged an arm around Izzy.

The three of them had come to an agreement a long time ago, Jack was only allowed inside Jackie’s when he was with Izzy. The shorter man would be responsible for keeping him on enough of a leash to keep Jackie pleased.

Jackie eyed them both before rolling her eyes. “They’re picking up a delivery, they’ll be back soon. Behave,” she informed them.

“Thanks, Jackie,” Izzy gave her a small nod.

Jackie just shook her head at them before continuing through the bar.

You moved through Jackie’s with a practised ease, crate in your hands. You headed straight for the bar, handing the delivery to one of Jackie’s husbands who was tending the bar. “Was told to drop it off with you.”

Jackie’s husband took the crate. “Probably the good liquor Jackie likes,” he hummed.

“Well, she usually had pretty good taste,” you joked, shooting him a playful wink.

He huffed a small laugh as he left to put the delivery somewhere safe. You lent against the bar, thinking you should probably buy yourself a drink for your troubles before heading out again.

“Work more important than us, baby?”

You let out a little surprised gasp at the familiar voice, a smile taking over your face when you turned to see both Jack Rackham and Izzy Hands standing from their seats.

“Izzy! Jack!”

Jack caught you in an embrace when you rushed to them, lifting your feet off of the ground and spinning you around just for some dramatic flare. Just enough to have Izzy shaking his head at the two of you. Once Jack placed you back on your feet, you turned to Izzy and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Both of you in the same place, it must be my lucky day,” you couldn’t suppress your smile as you took the two of them in. It had been so long since you saw either of them, even longer since you saw both of them together. You were very committed to not counting their last visit to Nassau since Izzy always invited members of the British Navy.

“Has been a while, hasn’t it?” Jack was smiling right back, teeth on show.

“Too long,” Izzy agreed. His smile was a little more subdued but just as sincere.

Jack must have noticed that too because he gently gripped the back of his neck in his hand. “Aww, always so sentimental,” he teased.

“Fuck off, like you aren’t worse,” Izzy huffed, pushing his hand away. Jack just rolled his eyes fondly.

“I missed you both,” you confessed, planting more kisses on their cheeks.

“We missed you too, sweetheart,” Jack snaked his arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest.

“How long are you in port for?” They never stayed for too long, it was just part of the job, but you always hoped they’d give you some extra good news from time to time.

“A couple of days,” Izzy said as you took his hand, pulling him a few steps closer to the two of you.

It wasn’t the best answer he could give you but it was enough.

“We’ll have to make the most of what we got, then,” you shrugged, earning another smile from Izzy and a pleased little groan from Jack.

Lucius watched with wide eyes and his mouth slightly agape as Jack and Izzy left Jackie’s with the mysterious person. He had never seen anyone so happy to see either of the men, not Jack to see Izzy, not even Ed to see Jack that first time on the Revenge. Then again, he had never seen Izzy so happy to see somebody, actually properly smiling. It was almost a little unsettling, but also a little nice.

Lucius and Pete looked at each other, Pete mouthing ‘oh my god’ before they turned back to their drinks. Izzy and Jack really were seeing somebody in Nassau, and it looked kinda serious…

Your men walked on either side of you as you led them through the streets of Nassau, leading them to the less violent side of the town. They followed you up to the familiar apartment above a dusty bookstore that was definitely a front for something else, something you hadn’t actually figured out yet.

As soon as you were through the door to your little home, Jack was on you. He had you pressed against the nearest wall, his mouth capturing yours in a deep and characteristically messy kiss. You couldn’t find it in yourself to complain, clutching at his shoulders to keep him close and to keep yourself standing upright.

Izzy shook his head, smiling to himself, as he was tasked with shutting the door. Jack was not known for his patience but Izzy couldn’t blame him, he had missed you just as much, he just prided himself on having a sensible amount of self restraint.

Once the door was securely closed, Izzy grabbed Jack by the back of his shirt and tore him away from you.

“God, I fucking missed you both so much,” you panted, letting your hands fall away from Jack as he stumbled away, muttering his complaints.

You barely got to move away from the wall before Izzy was in front of you. You slipped a hand into Izzy’s hair, fingers curling and tugging gently. Izzy whined at the slight sting, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Promise me we’ll never go so long without seeing each other again,” you whispered against his lips. “I promise,” Izzy whispered right back.

“Not going to let it go this long ever again,” Jack came up to the side of you both, a hand against your back and another at the nape of Izzy’s neck. “Can’t be away from my sweethearts for that long.”

Jack could be a difficult man to properly understand, never really letting anyone see his true self. He was an arrogant jokester but also a total sweetheart, at least when it came to the people he actually gave a damn about. Even when he was looking at you both with that dopey smile.

“Shut the fuck up, Jack,” Izzy mumbled but there was clear fondness in his tone.

“You’re such a softy,” you teased Jack, playfully fiddling with the edge of his moustache.

Izzy rolled his eyes while Jack just beamed at you. Jack wrapped an arm firmly around your waist and pulled you close, something hard pressing against your hip. “Nothing soft about me right now, baby,” he said against your ear.

Izzy groaned at the terrible joke but you gave a little laugh. “Can you just get his mouth busy or something so he stops talking?” Izzy pleaded with you.

You smirked, grabbing him by his cravat and planting a kiss on his lips. “Well, give me a hand, will you?”

You had to be the one with the cognition to pull them both to your bedroom, laughing as Jack threw off most of his clothes on the way, tossing them around your apartment until he was just in his pants.

Jack huffed a little, being the most undressed out of the three of you. He was quick to set his mind to stripping you both down.

“You wear way too many layers, babydoll,” Jack taunted Izzy, pressing up behind him and gripping his hips.

“It is a lot of black and leather for the caribbean,” you agreed, rubbing your hands over his chest.

“It’s practical. Doesn’t have to be comfortable,” Izzy rolled his eyes, hands finding your waist.

“Kinda hot though,” you hummed, popping open the buttons of his waistcoat.

“Those tight leather pants,” Jack pressed a little closer, nipping at Izzy’s ear. “Cute little ass.”

“Fucking hell,” Izzy groaned, unconsciously pushing his hips back against Jack’s while tugging you closer.

Jack groaned against his ear. As much as you both loved how sweet and pliant Izzy could get when the right type of attention was showered upon him, both men had come to your apartment with the attention of spoiling you. They had the last couple weeks to reconnect, missing their missing piece. They had you back and intended on showing you just that.

“It is adorable,” you smirked, slipping a hand around to squeeze his ass.

Izzy grumbled to himself but made no protest as you and Jack stripped him of his waistcoat, cravat, and shirt.

You stepped away to place his ring and cravat down safely on your vanity before hands were grabbing at you again. You were pulled back into the centre of the room and manoeuvred until you were between the two men.

They worked in tandem, quickly having your shirt pulled over your head and thrown somewhere over Jack’s shoulder. Izzy was already stroking calloused hands over your abdomen and unlacing your pants.

The only reason it took so long to get your pants off of you was because the two men kept turning you around to take turns kissing you. Finally though, Izzy had your pants properly unlaced and Jack was on his knees, tugging them down your legs and helping you step out of them.

Finally, after far too long of being apart, you were all back together and undressed. Large hands on your hips spun you around to face Jack again, you only got a second to see his beaming grin before he had hoisted you off of your feet.

You yelped, clinging to his shoulders and wrapping your legs around your waist. You didn’t complain though, nuzzling against his jaw and nipping at his neck as he carried you over to the bed.

Jack dropped you down onto the bed, the mattress being at least good enough quality for you to bounce a little when you landed. Jack was standing over you, teeth on show, as Izzy climbed onto the bed and crawled over your body.

“I’m beginning to think you’re teaming up on me,” you accused, sighing pleasurably as Izzy kissed down your neck, his facial hair pleasantly scratching against your skin.

“We’ve missed you!” Jack thought that was plenty enough reason to gang up on you just a little, they both just wanted to get their hands on you after so long.

“Yeah,” Izzy lifted his head to look at you. “Let us spoil you a little.” And, well, how could you say no to that when he was looking at you like you were the only damn thing that mattered.

“Hell yeah, I get to be in the middle,” you joked. Well, half joked. You really were thrilled by the prospect of once again being sandwiched between the two men.

“Damn right you do, baby,” Jack laughed.

“I’m ready,” you announced dramatically, flopping back on the bed with your arms and legs spread.

“You two are as bad as each other,” Izzy tutted from above you.

“Take that back,” you tilted your chin down to glare at him.

Izzy could only chuckle fondly to himself before kissing you. He had missed that light, warm feeling he felt when he was around the two of you. You wrapped him up in your arms immediately, kissing him soundly, like you never wanted to forget what he tasted like.

Jack took a moment to just admire the sight the two of you made, bodies flushed together. He was one lucky bastard and he knew it. The mattress dipped slightly as he knelt up on the bed, pressing up behind Izzy.

“You two having fun?” Jack asked, resting his chin on Izzy’s shoulder.

“Feeling left out?” Izzy mused as he pulled away from your lips, turning his head slightly to see Jack out the corner of his eye.

“Thought I got to be in the middle?” you pouted.

Jack’s chuckle vibrated through him as he slapped a sloppy kiss on Izzy’s cheek and slapped his ass. “Go sit against the headboard, babygirl.”

Izzy rolled his eyes at the pet name, even though it managed to make him blush every time, giving you another kiss before extracting himself from between you both. Neither of you made it easy for him, you couldn’t stop touching him and Jack was still plastered to his back despite being the one who told him to move in the first place.

Jack grabbed you by the legs and pulled you down the bed so that your thighs were sitting on top of his. You couldn’t help but laugh fondly through your surprised shout, he was always so impatient.

Doing as he was told, Izzy sat back against the headboard comfortably, legs outstretched in front of himself.

Jack lent down to capture your mouth with his own, the kiss a desperate mess of lips and tongues. Jack always kissed like that, completely uninhibited, with his entire being.

You barely got a chance to breathe when he pulled back, already flipping you over onto your belly. You cursed quietly to yourself as you landed with a tiny bounce.

You swore you could hear Jack chuckling softly behind you as he tapped your hip. You got the message, lifting yourself up onto your hands and knees before inching forward. As you moved closer, Izzy parted his legs so that you could settle between them.

You smiled up at him, sure your lips were swollen and bitten and your face was flushed. Much like his own.

He gave you a small smile of his own as he took hold of your chin, keeping you still as he kissed you again. You gasped into his mouth as Jack ran a calloused hand up the inside of your thigh. You hadn’t dared let yourself dwell on your last meeting with them both, or lament how much time had passed since you could be touched by them, but now it felt like an eternity since you had felt their touches or shared their kisses. It was almost too much but at the same time it wasn’t enough at all.

You could feel the larger man warm and heavy against your ass, and it had you squirming.

“Eager?” Izzy cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Getting impatient. You’re both taking too long,” you taunted breathlessly.

Jack retorted by rutting against you. Once. Twice. Making you feel even more needy for him. “Won’t make you wait any longer then, sweetheart,” he promised.

You snuck one more kiss from Izzy before lowering yourself onto your elbows, nuzzling against his hip before moving further down to kiss and nip and suck marks into the inside of his thighs.

Behind you, Jack continued to tease, but you set your mind to doing the same to Izzy. Licking a broad stripe over him, making him gasp.

You smiled to yourself at the response before giving it your all, nose nested against coarse hairs, feeling utterly pleased with yourself when he choked on his breath and gripped your shoulder.

“There we go. Give them a nice little distraction,” Jack cooed behind you.

“Fuck, ah, off,” Izzy gasped back at him, not as menacingly as he might have liked.

“Ready?” Jack asked, directed at you now as he gave your hips a squeeze and angled them better.

You nodded the best you could, purposely pushing closer into Izzy to hear his breath hitch.

Then, without any more warning or fanfare, Jack pushed in. He entered you with one fluid thrust, slower than you expected from him. You gasped and moaned at the feeling of him filling you, making Izzy moan in turn.

Jack folded over you, his body blanketing yours, and pressed his forehead between your shoulder blades. “Yeah, been way too fucking long,” his breath was warm against your already flushed skin.

You removed your mouth from Izzy with a lewd, wet sound. “You’re fucking telling me,” you panted into his thigh.

Jack kissed the back of your neck quickly, searing the skin like a brand, before pulling back and slamming his hips back against your ass.

Izzy cradled the back of your skull as you got your both back on him, making sure to look up at him through your lashes in the way you knew had his stomach twisting with desire.

You lost yourself in the sensation of being pulled back and forth between the two men, of the two pairs of hands on you, clutching and caressing. Your body rocked between them both like you were made for it, giving and taking in equal measure. The feeling of warm bodies pressing together and the sound of heavy breathing.

You could hear Jack’s low moans behind you and you could just imagine him tipping his head back, eyes fluttering shut as he dug his fingers into your hips and waist. Izzy was panting above you, gaze flickering between you and Jack like he couldn’t quite decide which to focus on. When his gaze dipped down to where you were connected, he groaned low in his throat. From his position he couldn’t quite see Jack repeatedly entering you but he could make out just enough to have him twitching against your mouth.

“Fuck, looks like you’re treating Iz real nice,” Jack rumbled, having the perfect view of the two of you. The slope of your back to where your head rested in Izzy’s lap. “Best show in the Caribbean here and I’ve got the best seat,” he rambled, punctuating his words with jolts of the hips.

Jack was always the most vocal in bed. He loved hearing the sounds he could get you and Izzy to make but he always talked the most. At first you had thought that he had just liked the sound of his own voice but now you knew that he wasn’t as conscious of it as you first thought he was. He just said whatever came to mind, not caring much about what it was.

“Look so fucking pretty, the two of you. Fuck. Feel so good, I’ve got you.”

Izzy began to rock against your face and you knew he was close. He was always so careful to take what he was given when you went down on him like this, even when you assured him that you wanted him to take what he needed instead. He always lost that control when his orgasm was close.

“Think you can come with him, baby?” Jack asked, seeing the same signs as you.

You just nodded the best you could but the way you clenched around him gave him more of an answer than your actual response. Jack groaned and cursed at the feeling, his own thrusts faltering and jolting a few times.

Izzy came first, on hand clutching a pillow and the other on the back of your head, just touching, not holding. You followed right after him, making sure to savour the taste of him on your tongue first. You came with a cry of their names, possibly mashed together incoherently, you weren’t sure but Izzy was petting your head lazily as you muffled your sounds with his thigh.

Jack managed to hold out for a few more trusts, riding you through your high before pressing his hips flush with your ass, groaning his own release.

The room was filled with heavy breathing as the three of you caught your breath, Izzy muttering something about being too old for all of this excitement but not complaining about the sweaty press of your three bodies.

With a few tired groans and complaints, the three of you slowly manoeuvred yourselves into a more comfortable position. Jack lay in the centre of the bed with both of you on either side of him, your heads laying on his chest.

Your dalliances usually ended like this, both of you cradled to each side of Jack. His arms wrapped around you both to hold you close, you and Izzy touching hands over Jack’s stomach. He was just that little bit bigger, that little bit broader, and really fucking warm. He made a surprisingly good pillow and he liked being pressed between you both.

You closed your eyes and smiled softly to yourself, feeling Jack running fingertips against your arm and shoulder while Izzy played with your hand. You had slept in this very bed so often, alone. It was nice to have them both by your side again.

Once enough time had passed for Jack to deem conversation appropriate, he spoke. He never could stay quiet for too long, especially when something was on his mind.

“Eddie talked about me signing on with you lot properly,” Jack said up to the ceiling.

You just allowed yourself to drift comfortably, assuming he was talking more directly to Izzy. “Bonnet was alright with that?” Izzy asked, voice a little gruffer than usual.

“Yep. I have been on good behaviour.”

“And you’re going to do it?”

You listened to their voices, just happy to hear them. It didn’t really matter what they were talking about, you liked listening.

“Might do. Might stick around…if you want me too.” You could hear the vulnerability in Jack’s voice and frowned a little when Izzy didn’t answer straight away, likely due to his own vulnerability rather than dismissal.

“Fucking hell, your pillow talk kinda sucks,” you mumbled into Jack’s chest.

“I’m trying to get to something!” Jack huffed, jostling you and Izzy a little.

“Then get to it,” Izzy grumbled at him.

“Right so, if I sign on with Eddie and Stebe, then me and Iz will be sailing together…” You lifted your head to look at him properly when you realised he was talking more to you now. “...so if you sign up with Eddie and Stefe…”

“...are you serious?”

Jack gave a guilty little smile at your question, though you didn’t sound angry with him, just surprised, an edge of seriousness to your tone.

“Why didn’t you say something before?” Izzy demanded, lifting himself up to look down at Jack.

“I just thought about it!” Jack defended himself.

You sat up a little, hearing Jack’s grumbled protest, to look between them both properly. “Do you…both want me there?”

“Wouldn’t ask if I didn’t,” Jack scoffed.

“And you, Izzy? That’s something you’d want?” you turned to the other man for his answer.

“...yeah. ‘Course, I would,” Izzy shrugged, trying to play it off as unimportant, like it didn’t matter what he wanted. “Thought you were kinda happy here, though.”

“I’m content here. It’s…not perfect but it’s enough for me,” you responded honestly. You had a comfortable little life here but…but they were always so far away from you and if they were serious…“I would be a whole lot happier being wherever the two of you are though,” you confessed.

“Fuck yeah,” Jack launched himself up and pulled you into a messy kiss. You giggled against his mouth, kissing him back, laughing more when he flipped you onto your back and pressed you down into the mattress.

Izzy huffed at being thrown off but recovered quickly, moving to your side as Jack sank down between your legs, trailing kisses down your body the whole way. He hooked your legs over his shoulders and got his mouth on you, making you twitch a little with overstimulation.

“You’re sure?” Izzy asked, quiet and serious, as he cupped your face in his hand, forcing you to look at him. He wanted to make sure he didn’t see any hesitation or uncertainty.

“More than sure. No more waiting for moments like this,” you promised, placing your hand over his.

“No more waiting,” Izzy agreed, kissing you like he needed it to breathe.

Jack popped his head up from between your legs, grinning and his moustache obscenely damp. “Gonna have to get a bigger bed though,” he commented.

“I know a carpenter that could probably do it,” you grinned back down at him, combing fingers through his hair.

“Love when you have all the answers, babe,” Jack winked before dipping his head back down.

Izzy chuckled and shook his head at the two of you. When Jack pulled a moan from you, Izzy silenced you with his mouth again, greedily swallowing any sounds you made.

#israel hands x reader #izzy hands x reader #calico jack x reader #jack rackham x reader #ofmd x reader

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anthrofreshtodeath · 11 months

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June prompts #8 please and thank you

Last one - let's do it! 8 is "discovering common interests" and this is merely shameless self-indulgence in one of my own pet interests.

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“I don’t mind hangin’ out,” Jane says hoarsely. She stands where she stood when she first opened her arms for Maura, just after Maura had opened the front door, letting Jane in as she cried. “You know I’ll hang out with you forever. But is this… did he do it in here?”

Maura dabs her eyes with a new tissue, pulling her light sweater closer to her body just to replace the feeling of Jane on her. “Do what…?” asks Maura even though she’s hesitant to answer. Jane couldn’t possibly mean…

“The leavin’,” clarifies Jane. She leans one hand on the granite of Maura’s kitchen island and puts the other thumb under her belt, right next to the buckle. She looks around, and zeroes in on another one of Angela’s pathologically labeled cabinets. She pushes away and walks toward the wine fridge. She lets the bottle ping on the counter, and props open the door that says stemware. She pulls out two glasses.

Maura sniffles, small and with a latent hiccup, but she goes to the drawer with the corkscrews and pulls out the one she’d normally use for this full-bodied red. “Yes, to answer your question,” she says. She wonders if Jane knows she’s picked an Italian wine to counter Ian’s quite pedestrian, working-class Californian from yesterday. “He stopped here to say goodbye before his flight.”

Jane knows nothing about wine, but every right decision Jane makes is instinctual. Just like the decision to tug on her tight purple tee. She adjusts it until it spreads just right against her abdomen, long and toned and now visible in outline. “Thought so,” she tells Maura. She pours the wine once Maura opens it, and carries both glasses to the front hallway.

Maura smiles, tired, confused, but happy to simply have Jane around. “He often doesn’t say goodbye at all. Which is why I… why I think I’ll never see him again.” And just like that, the tears return, unshed, but welling.

Jane nods. She provides Maura with some silence - cry if you need to, I’m not here to make you forget. Maura doesn’t crumble, even if she falters a little bit, and Jane nods in the direction of the staircase. “Change of scenery? It’s probably for the best,” she says.

Maura’s eyebrow curls up. “The bedroom?” she asks, intrigued.

Jane blushes. “I’m not that kinda girl, Doctor Isles,” she replies. “At least, not while someone’s just had their heart stomped on. I was thinkin’ the library. There’s a sofa in there.”

Now it is Maura’s turn to blush. “Of course. That actually sounds wonderful,” she says.

Jane waits, as Jane always does, for Maura to walk ahead, so that Jane can watch her back, even in Maura’s own home. Maura looks so diminutive when she shuffles on her bare feet back to the stairs; Jane wants to use her entire body to swallow Maura up again. She settles for pressing her front against Maura’s back when Maura pauses at the first step. It’s dark, but a dim light bleeds down from the second floor at the end of the hall. “What’s up?” Jane breathes, rather than asks, right into the crown of Maura’s hair.

“My… I need to know that you really don’t want to go to the bedroom. Because it isn’t… well. The bed isn’t made,” Maura whispers.

“Climb the stairs, Maura. The books are waiting,” snarks Jane. She hears what Maura isn’t saying, and though it irks her, the implication, she holds one of the glasses of wine by the rim, fingers spread against the lip of it, and puts it in front of Maura’s chest. A gesture of goodwill. Of love.

Maura takes the alcohol and obeys, coordinated enough to sip and climb at the same time. She takes the first left, and finds the light switch from memory. “Do you want a blanket?” she asks Jane.

“Let me handle it,” Jane says. She pulls the biggest blanket from the basket at the end of the sofa, smaller than the one in Maura’s living room, but a fluffier, cozier. She kicks off her boots, sits down, drapes the blanket over her knees, and then holds it open, eyeing Maura over.

Maura sighs. The emotion ripples over her face again, and she begins to cry when she finally collapses against Jane, has Jane wrap an arm around her while she curls close. Only minutes since their last embrace and she is starved for it. She sobs softly, almost silently, when Jane settles into the cushions and lets Maura snake arms around Jane’s torso. “I’m sorry,” Maura hiccups when she can.

“For what? Doesn’t seem like you were the one who did anything wrong,” Jane asserts. She looks ahead, and not at Maura, just to give her a little dignity. Maura thrives on dignity. “Who leaves you?”

“Not you,” Maura says quietly, tucked like a child into Jane’s side. The fit is heavy. It feels good.

Jane is quiet for five long minutes. She sips slowly, occasionally, and eventually, Maura sits back up and joins her, pulling her glass from the small coffee table. They are still snuggled close, but now both upright and drinking. Jane studies the titles across from her along the wall-to-wall bookshelves until she gasps. “No way,” she exclaims softly.

Maura perks up. “What?” she presses.

“Snow - my favorite is the Franklin,” Jane points. She doesn’t get up, because neither of them seem to want that.

“Storms and Shipwrecks of New England?” Maura asks. Her hand goes to the skin of Jane’s chest and she presses as she pulls back to stare with incredulity. “Really?”

“Don’t act so shocked,” Jane grumbles.

“It’s just… you hate going out on boats,” Maura tries to save herself, but her chuckle betrays her. “Edward Rowe Snow - really?”

“When I was a kid, I read that book cover to cover at least ten times,” Jane explains.

Maura’s jaw drops. “Me too,” she confesses. “Of course you would like the story about cannibalism. The saddest was ‘The Wreck of the General Arnold.’”

“Yeah, not great,” Jane says. She pauses, thinking. Then she taps Maura's shoulder. “Let’s go to the Cape this summer.”

“You hate the Cape,” Maura responds. “You hate how crowded it gets.”

“But…. they have that pirate museum for the Whydah in Yarmouth,” Jane says. “I think we’d have fun. And we’ll beat the crowds if we go in the middle of June.”

Maura considers, and then she snuggles back into her previous position. “It would be fun,” she concurs. “Jane?”

“And yeah there was cannibalism, but the moral of the story is never give up - because those two sailors braved the rough seas and even though they perished, the stranded men got saved because of them,” Jane continues on her previous train of thought, voice soft and deep like how it gets just before she sleeps.

“Jane,” Maura tries again, more firmly this time.

“Huh? Yeah,” Jane hears her, takes another sip of wine.

“You won’t leave me, right? You’re here to stay?” Maura asks.

Jane shakes her head. “You remember when we took out Marino-”

“When you took out Marino.”

“When we took out Marino, and I was layin’ there, guts, uh, guts spillin’ out?”

“God,” Maura starts to cry again, “how could I forget? Why would you bring that up?”

“Because you put ‘em back in. You didn’t leave. You braved rough seas, had me all over your hands. And that had to be some of the scariest shit you’d ever seen,” Jane says. She takes confidence in this truth. For all the genocide and war Maura has seen, the malaria and the trauma, holding Jane’s insides to keep them from coming outside? Maura hasn’t ever been the same. Not worse, not smaller, but changed. “But you stayed. So you can trust that I’m gonna stay, too. To the bitter end. But not just then, you know? During all the good parts, too. Like the Whydah museum parts. And like the ‘when I eventually say yeah let’s go to the bedroom’ parts.”

“Do you… do you think you’ll say that?” Maura blinks, forces Jane to look at her.

Jane furrows her brow, purses her lips. But then she says, “I think it’s gonna need a deep clean first.”

Maura knows this means more than the words Jane has used, that the sentiment runs deeper, but she can’t help it. “I’ll get Anita here on Monday,” she promises with a deadpan.

Jane cracks a smirk. “Might need CSRU instead,” she jokes. “Take it easy tonight, though, yeah? Nice and slow. Why don’t I grab ol’ Snow off the shelf and read us a few chapters? We can do some of my favorites and some of yours.”

“That… sounds wonderful,” Maura breathes for the second time tonight. “You got it,” says Jane, getting up and crossing over to the array of titles across from them. They’re definitely reading about the Franklin first.

#otp prompts june 2023 #rizzoli and isles #and that's a wrap for june's prompts #I really should get started on a real story now #also playing within the canon of this episode never gets old #you could go raunchy fluffy angsty #and it all fits #might go rewatch actually

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midnighmoonligh · 3 months

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Fandom

N/A, these are oc's of mine and/or my bsf!

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Characters

Leo/Lee ;; 27 ;; Male ;; He/Him ;; Little

Cerberus/Ceb ;; 26 ;; Male ;; He/They ;; CG

Nathan/Nat ; 28 ; Gender fluid ; any prns ; Little

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Plot

Nat wakes up finding himself not regressed. With a lovely morning ahead, he finds one of his husband's (Leo) regressed in his room. A little helps look after another little with their cgs help!

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Nathan woke up around ten in the morning. He didn't really feel like he was regressed, so he pulled himself out of bed. He figured he could at least make breakfast for him, Leo, and Cerberus. He's always regressed, almost always anyways, so he wanted to give him something back. He looked over to one of his husbands that slept with him. The home is a two bedroom house. One was a small bedroom and the other one, his room, is a master. It still didn't have room for a kind sized bed, so two slept in one and one slept in the other. It worked out for them just fine. Besides most of the room was little friendly, shelves of story books and toys and other regression items littered around. He noticed the sleeping male having his thumb in his mouth. A quiet gasp escaped him. He covered his mouth and ran out of the bedroom.

He ran down the hallway and to the smaller bedroom. Nat knocked on the door before opening it and looking inside. His nose twitching like a bunnies as he had. He noticed that the bed was empty. He pouted and made his way to the kitchen, seeing the missing male in the kitchen making breakfast.

" Cerberus! " he yelled, scaring the life out of the poor dude.

" Jesus! " Cerberus yelled back at Nat.

" Sorry- but I wanted to make breakfast, " he whined softly.

Cerberus sighed and kissed Nat's head, happy that he wanted to do such a kind thing. It warmed his heart. However, he rather he cooked breakfast over him. It's become such a routine for him to cook it every single morning and for every meal.

" You can still help bunny, are you little? " he asked as he handed him some things to mix and work on for him.

Nat shook his head and got to work, however he remembered what he was even trying to show him to begin with. He tugged on his sleeve for the males attention, getting a confused look in response. He tugged his arm instead.

" I'm confused, " Cerberus whispered.

" Come with me! I have something soooo cute to show you! "

" I don't know, nothing is more cute than you, " he teased and smiled, watching Nat's face go red.

He slapped his arm then dragged Ceb to the bedroom where their other husband slept quietly. His large frame faced away from the door, so his face couldn't be seen. The male on the bed is the biggest out of the three of them. He had the frame of a large football player and stood at 5'11. His default angry expression and tattoos gave him a scary appearance. His equally as scary personality didn't help. Cerberus had a similar scary and aggressive appearance to him but he didn't have a large football player frame and only stood at 5'7. Nat was the complete opposite of both of them. He's small and thin, lanky, and at 5'3. On top of that, he looked to be more feminine than the pair.

" I don't understand, " Ceb whispered so he wouldn't wake the other.

" Go on the other side Cebby, " Nat giggles and shoved him playfully, but not used enough to knock him over.

Cerberus rolled his eyes but did what he was asked to. He blinked at the scene while his brain tried to process. His expression softened towards him. It made him so happy to see him like this, but also so scared to know what even got him there.

" Hey bunny? How about you go finish breakfast while I do this, " Ceb offered, keeping his voice a whisper.

" Okay! " Nat whispered shouted and ran back to the kitchen excitedly.

Nat's food is really good, so naturally, Cerberus didn't complain. He knew the sleeping male wouldn't either. He walked to his side of the bed, the side the large male laid on. He sat on his knees beside it and gently rubbed his back and side to slowly wake him up.

" Leo, " he sang softly.

He got a grunt in response. Leo turned to lay in his stomach and buried his face into the blankets and pillows. Ceb kept rubbing his back and trying to wake him.

" Baby boy, can you please get up for us? Just for breakfast. You can watch a movie after and cuddle and nap all you want, " he offered.

The worn bed creeked as Leo turned over to look at Ceb. His nose and mouth buried into the comforter still while his thumb was in his mouth. The offer worked, causing Cerberus to smile brightly. He kissed his head and pulled out the trunk from under the bed. Leo pulled himself into a sitting position, looking around the room that now was lit up by the sun that came through the thin curtains. The curtains made the room look like cotton candy. He giggled quietly at the colors. He liked them.

" Baby? Do you want to change to something comfy? " Ceb asked as he pulled Leo's blankie from the bed.

The old small child blanket caught Leo's attention. He pulled is thumb from his mouth and made grabby hands for it, making soft babbles towards the blanket too. He was given it quickly after and cuddled it to his chest. The blanket was small for even Nat, so it looked tiny compared to the large man who, now, cuddled it on the bed. No one was allowed to cuddle blankie. The only time Leo let people touch it was when they were getting it for him.

" Lee, I need a little attention please, " Ceb asked of him.

Leo nodded and slowly slid off the bed. He crawled with his blankie over to the chest. It was filled with smol clothes custom made to fit him specifically. Even pull ups that fit him were custom made. He looked through the chest and pulled out a cute bat onsie. It had little wings attached to it and everything. It was his favorite kind.

" Ba.. Ba," he giggled as he gave it to Ceb.

Ceb smiled and kissed his head. He pulled out a matching paci for Lee then closed the chest and locked it. He used his foot to shove it back under the bed. Leo was quick to take the paci and pop it into his mouth. He chewed on it while Ceb helped him get dressed. It only took a few minutes. He waddled out of the bedroom with his blankie, tripping a few times but Ceb helped him not completely fall. He wished he was able to carry him, but he was too big. It broke his heart honestly. Leo curled up into the couch once there and managed to put cartoons on. Adventure time played, it's his favorite to watch.

Breakfast went by like a blur. It was easy since Leo was so sleepy the whole time. He's a sleepy little in general, but it never bothered Ceb or Nat. If anything it was a nice break from Nat's hyper regressed state. As cute as Nat is, they needed a break sometimes. The three husbands cuddled in the living room while sleeping beauty played on the TV. Nat sat between Cebs legs in the floor, resting his head against one of his legs. Leo had his head rested on Cebs thigh. His blankie over his shoulders as he quietly babbled and chewed his paci. At some parts he hide his face away in Cebs thigh. It was scary.

A big villian fight came but it really scared Leo. He broke into tears and sat up at the scene played. Nat panicked and turned off the TV, meaning to pause it but he panicked too much. Cerberus pulled Leo into his chest and petted his head gently.

" Shhh, it's okay baby, I'm here. I'll always be here to protect you, " he reassured.

" Dada aways? " Leo asked as he looked up to him.

(Daddy always will?)

The words seemed to calm him down so suddenly, like they were the perfect thing he needed to hear. He nodded and smiled, understanding what he had mean. He kissed his head softly.

" I love you baby. "

" 'oves dada toos, " Leo sniffled.

(Love daddy too)

" Hey! I love you guys too, " Nat whined and jumped onto the couch. He cuddled the two happily after.

" 'oves Bubba toos! " Lee giggled and smiled.

(Love Bubba/Nat too!)

" I love you too Bunny. "

#age regression #age regressor #agere blog #sfw agere #sfw interaction only #sfw little community #sfw littlespace #agere community #oc #orginal character #agere caregiver #age regression caregiver #sfw caregiver

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hopefromadoomedtimeline · 2 years

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@henkou continued from here!

“No, no!” His voice would come out a little fast, a bit panicked once he realized that his attempt was poorly received, his hands raising him and waving a bit as he attempted to salvage the conversation of what came before. “I didn’t mean it like that, I wasn’t asking to go home, sorry.” He’d bite the tip of his thumb reflexively, it would seem that his attempts at being playful needed a bit more work, or he just needed to be a bit more mindful of how Shin would take things. It was probably a bit of both.

There were times Trunks had to remind himself that Shin was one of the highest beings in the universe, despite how casual and respectful the two would be of one another. He must not have heard many jokes, or anticipated statements to be thrown out in a joking manner, it was far too easy to take what was said as sarcasm, something which the swordsman only realized once he had a moment to reflect on his wording.

“I was attempting to joke a little to, uh, liven up the mood was all.... I’m more than willing to be here- as I was just trying to voice my appreciation differently. I see now that it... really could have used a bit more thought.” A small breath in, and a long breath out. It was time to calm the nerves before he spoke again, he wanted to make sure his words were clear this time around, no need to cause confusion and accidentally irritate Shin, “...What I really meant was, I’m glad to have been able to come here and learn from you. I know in most other circumstances, I’d probably wouldn’t have been able to.”

He’d take his eyes off the Supreme Kai for a moment, examining his surroundings with admiration, the Planet of the Kais was a serene and beautiful world, even if it was much smaller and far away from his home. There was a sense of calm here... as well as a sense of isolation.

Returning his eyes to Shin, he’d offer a small bow, hopeful that he would soothe over the unintentional disrespect given. “If you’d have me, I’d like to stay here a little longer today.”

#henkou #q #// sorry this one took a while!#// trunks has gotta learn to deliver his jokes better

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The Bros + side dateables (Minus Luke) React to You Comparing Your Hand Sizes

Warnings: Very fluffy. Not for the faint of heart. You might die of cuteness. You have been warned.

You're sitting with this person just kind of chilling while you're both doing your own thing when you glance over at their hands. You wait a long enough pause in what they're doing before reaching over and taking their hand, holding it so that you can gently press your palm against theirs. Also, this is an MC who has relatively small hands so-

Lucifer

You're sitting beside him as he works, scrolling through your D.D.D.

After several hours of both of you sitting in silence, each doing your own thing, you finally look up from your D.D.D.

You look over at Lucifer, who's still completely absorbed in his work.

Then your eyes drift to his hands, the pen he's gripping gliding across the paper in front of him.

As you watch, he sets the pen down and starts stretching his fingers. You aren't surprised his hands are cramping. He's been writing for a long time now. You're probably the only person he would show this kind of weakness to, which makes you feel kind of special.

As you watch, an idea pops into your head. You set down your D.D.D. and gently grab his hand.

He's a little startled at first and gives you a quizzical look, but he doesn't stop you. At least it's a distraction from all of the bills Mammon has piled up.

You hold his gloved hand so that you can gently press your palm to his, lining your fingers up with his as well.

He has pretty big hands. They're not huge, but they're somewhat significantly bigger than yours.

He lets out a low rumbling laugh.

"What, exactly, are you doing, MC?"

"Comparing our hand sizes. You have really big hands."

He lets out another small laugh.

"Or perhaps you just have small hands."

And at that, he gently folds his hand over the top of your smaller one, almost as if proving his point about your tiny hands.

He then smiles and brings his other hand over to cup your cheek as he gently plants a kiss on your forehead.

Afterward, he lets go of your hand and goes back to work.

Mammon

You two are sitting together on the couch in his room.

You're both on your D.D.D. sending each other random memes that you find and giggling together.

And during one of the moments of quiet moments where you're both scrolling, you look over at him.

He's still absorbed in his D.D.D., a big, goofy grin plastered across his face as he scrolls through the memes.

Your eyes drift to his hands as his thumbs move, pausing every so often to read a meme, then moving on when he deems it unsuitable to send to you.

As you watch, he pauses on a particularly long meme. You take this chance to reach over and gently take the hand, pulling it toward you.

He immediately tenses and looks over at you, his face flushing bright red.

"H-Hey, just what do ya think you're doin', MC?"

Instead of answering, you move his hand so that the palm is facing upwards and you gently press your palm against his, making his fingers flatten out as you line your fingers up with his.

He watches you, his face red, his heart racing, and his fingers trembling ever-so-slightly.

His hands are probably not that big, only being a little bigger than yours.

"M-MC? What are ya doin'???"

You look at him and smile a little.

"Comparing our hand sizes. Yours are bigger than mine."

"H-Huh? Oh! W-well, of course, they are! Just shows how awesome I am! After all, I'm the GREAT Mammon!"

You laugh a little at his words.

"Yeah, yeah. It's just hand size. Doesn't make you any better or worse than me."

Then, without giving him a chance to respond, you curl your fingers between his, holding his hand.

That's it. He's dead. You've killed him.

His whole face is red and he's a flustered spluttering mess.

He literally cannot form a single coherent sentence. He's dying, help him.

It takes him a full 10 minutes just to calm down.

When he finally does, he turns his head away before gently holding your hand back.

You laugh a little at how flustered he is.

Leviathan

You guys are just chilling in his room together, sitting side by side. You're watching anime on your D.D.D. while he plays video games on his handheld console.

At the end of one of your episodes, you look up and glance over at Levi.

He's so entranced by his game that he doesn't even notice you looking at him. His brows are furrowed and his tongue is sticking out slightly in concentration.

You smile when he lets out a small cheer when he beats the level he's on. He leans back a little and lowers the game as he relishes in his victory.

Out of a random whim, you reach out and gently take his hand, pulling it toward you.

He jumps in surprise and lets out a small yelp as you turn his hand so you can flatten your palm against him.

His whole face turns red as you closely study your hands pressed together.

His hands are actually surprisingly big. Not big like Lucifer's but definitely bigger than yours.

"M-MC! Wha-what are you d-d-doing?!"

In response, you look at him and smile.

"I'm comparing our hand sizes. Yours are actually pretty big."

He covers his face with his other hand, not moving the one you have away.

"Wh-what a normie thing to do, MC… I guess it's to be expected from a normie like you…"

You were literally just watching anime but okay-

When he notices you look a little downcast at his insults, he frantically tries to apologize.

"W-wait no! I- I didn't mean that I'm sorry!"

When you look back at him, he smiles at you a little.

He was so focused on trying to apologize, he didn't even notice that you'd curled your fingers around his hand.

When does realize, though, he's immediately back to being a flustered, stuttery mess.

You broke him.

Leviathan.exe has stopped working.

Satan

You're both sitting in his room, on his bed together.

Both of you are reading books. You're reading a really interesting fantasy book he'd recommended to you. Meanwhile, he's reading a book about cats.

At the end of the chapter you're on, you sigh and lower the book, processing what you just read. You cannot believe that just happened to the main character.

While you're doing that, you glance over at Satan. He's still very much absorbed in his book.

As you watch, he takes one hand away from the book, shifting it so that he can balance it in one hand, and brings the other up to his chin, rubbing it as if he were deep in thought.

Then, just as he's reaching back down to turn the page, you set your book down and reach out and gently grab his hand.

He blinks, shocked, and looks over at you curiously as you gently press your palm to his. His cheeks flush a little.

His hands are only a little bigger than yours. They're still a little bigger than Mammon's though.

"MC? What are you doing?"

"Comparing our hand sizes."

He looks down at the two of your hands.

"I see. It seems my hands are a bit bigger than yours, huh?"

You nod a little, smiling at him.

Then he glances at his book before looking back at you.

"Now… I can't exactly turn the pages with one hand, can I?"

You laugh and reach over with your other hand, turning the page of his book yourself.

He chuckles a little and thanks you as he curls his fingers around yours.

Asmodeus

You're both sitting on his bed while he's looking at his reflection in a mirror, applying makeup.

He's going to do yours next, so you're scrolling through pictures on his D.D.D. as you try to decide what look you want.

When you finally find a look that you like, you click the image and set the D.D.D. down to wait for Asmo to finish his own makeup. While you wait, you look up and watch him apply his makeup, carefully applying the pink lipstick.

When he's finished, he caps the lipstick and sets it down on the bed beside him while admiring his work.

Then, just as he's bringing his hand back up to the mirror, you grab his hand, careful not to touch his freshly painted nails.

He looks over at you quizzically at first, then he smiles at you.

"Aw, do you want my attention~? Don't worry, I'll get to you in a moment, darling."

Without responding, you press your palm to his, lining up your fingers.

Asmo has pretty small hands, being about the same size as yours, maybe even a little smaller.

He looks a little confused as he watches you study your hands.

"What are you doing, dear?"

"Comparing our hands' sizes. You have small hands."

He laughs at that.

"Oh, you are just so cute!"

He takes his hand from yours and gently taps your nose with his index finger.

"Come now, show me what you have picked out there."

He picks up his D.D.D. and looks at the image you have up.

"Ooh! Good choice! Now come here, love."

And with that, he starts working on your makeup.

Beelzebub

You're sitting in his lap on his bed. He has his chin resting on top of your head as he munches on one of the many bags of chips you two had bought earlier. You're looking at recipes online, trying to figure out what to make for breakfast tomorrow since it'll be your turn to cook.

Soon, Beel has finished his current bag of chips and he sets the empty bag aside. You glance at his hand as he reaches out to grab another bag.

You smile a little and set down the D.D.D and gently take his hand, laughing inwardly at the feeling of his greasy fingers.

He's a little shocked by this action.

"Huh? MC, what is it?"

You gently press your palm against his.

"Comparing our hand sizes."

Oh boy, does this boy have some big hands.

Very large hands.

Definitely bigger than yours. By quite a bit, actually.

You giggle a little as he moves his head down to rest on your shoulder to get a better look at your guys' hands.

"Your hands are so big, Beel."

He laughs, and you can feel the sound in his chest, vibrating you a little bit.

Then he closes his hand around yours.

"Well, yours are pretty small. At least compared to mine. I like that. It's easier to hold them."

Then, he cups your cheek and gently kisses your lips before taking his hand away from yours and finally grabbing that next bag of chips.

Belphegor

You and Belphie are sitting on your bed together. He's sitting beside you with his arms wrapped around your middle and his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, half asleep. Meanwhile, you're in the middle of sewing up a hole in his pillow that he'd somehow managed to tear. Not surprising, seeing as he carries it everywhere. And, of course, it was Mammon's fault, even though you have a sneaking suspicion that it was everyone's fault. So now you're his new pillow until it's fixed. You have no choice. Deal with it.

After a while, you have to set down the needle and thread and stretch your cramping fingers. Sewing is painful-

He notices your pause and lifts his head, looking at you.

"Is it done yet?"

"Not quite. I still have a little ways to go. But I need a little break. My hands are starting to cramp."

He then grabbed the pillow and peered at the mostly sewn tear.

"Huh. You weren't lying when you said you could sew. That's actually pretty good."

You laugh a little as you watch him start to pull his hand away. Without thinking, you gently grab his hand.

He blinks and looks at you as you press your palm to his.

His hands are a decent size. Not big, but decently bigger than yours.

"MC… you're being weird again."

"No, I'm not. I'm comparing our hand sizes."

He looks back down at your hands.

"Hehehehe, mine are bigger. You have small hands. Baby hands."

Baby Hands is your nickname now.

You have no choice.

He will now call you Baby Hands any chance he gets, just to see how frustrated you get with him.

He is pure evil. A gremlin man. Stinky bastard man.

Diavolo

You're sitting in his lap as he works. You're drinking tea made by Barbatos.

You watch as he writes papers and signs forms while sipping your tea.

Soon he's finished a full stack of the papers. He leans back with a sigh, wrapping his arms around you.

"I think it's about time I could take a break now. I made quite a bit of progress."

You lean your head back so you can look up at him, smiling. Big man

He grins right back at you.

Then you look down at his hands placed gently on your belly. One of his thumbs is moving, gently rubbing your belly.

You softly grab one of his hands. He's a little surprised, but he's more curious and leans down to watch what you do.

You gently press your palm to him. He tilts his head like a confused puppy, trying to understand what, exactly, you're doing.

BIG HANDS. BIG HANDS BIG HANDS BIG HANDS.

This man's hands. Are Fuckign. Enormous.

He has such big hands. The biggest. Bigger than Beel's.

They fucking engulf yours.

Big hands for a big man ig

"Is this some kind of human world tradition?"

He asks that question so earnestly I can't-

You laugh.

"No, no. I'm just comparing our hand sizes. Yours are huge."

This time it's his turn to laugh.

"Yes, I suppose they are."

He then brings your hand up to his lips and kisses the back of it.

Barbatos

You're sitting beside him while he folds laundry that just came out of the dryer. You're sipping some milk tea that he'd made you.

You're watching him as he works. Every fold was so meticulous and pristine. It's almost mesmerizing.

As you watch, he pauses briefly to let out a breath before immediately reaching to grab another article of clothing.

Before he can though, you gently take his hand.

He looks at you, not really surprised, as he likely saw this coming.

He watches quietly as you gently press your palm to his.

His hands are bigger than yours but they're not particularly large.

He smiles softly as he watches you.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

You look at him and smile a little.

"Yeah, I suppose so."

"I'm glad. I really do like seeing you enjoying yourself."

You look back down at your hands.

"I was comparing our hand sizes! Yours are bigger than mine."

"I can see that."

He takes his other hand and places it on top of yours, smiling softly. He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb.

"Now, I must get back to work. I have many more things I must get to."

He kisses the back of your hand swiftly before returning to his laundry folding.

Don't worry, guys, I'm still adding Simeon and Solomon, I just... Couldn't fit them in this post. I'll be adding them in a reblog

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