#the superior blush as I'd like to call it

[zepskies]

So, how would Ben react if he and the reader went clothes-shopping for him and he overhears the saleswomen talking to themselves about how insanely hot he was (and how they’d climb him like a tree, because hello!) While he’s flattered, he sees the reader overhearing them, and she’s visibly annoyed/upset by it? Up to you if she calls them out on it, or spirals and says nothing, or whatever!

Ooooh thank you for this request, my friend!! ❤️❤️

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female Reader Word Count: 1,100 Warnings: 18+ only! A little smutty towards the end. 😘

Imagine: Getting jealous over this man. 💚

"My clothes are fine," Ben is still insisting, even as you hold up a crisp, black buttoned-down shirt up to his chest in scrutiny.

"You need more stuff in this decade, baby," you tell him. You just think he's taking issue with you picking things out for him.

He doesn't often like to relinquish control, but he's tacitly agreed that you just have a better sense of what's fashionable now. He doesn't mind standing out, but he doesn't want to look out of place either.

And as much as he'd never admit it, he wants to look good.

So you and Ben have been at the mall browsing for the past hour. Express for Men has some interesting finds; you already have a large pile of shirts, jackets, pants, and jeans set aside for him to try on.

Ben has strong opinions, especially on pants. He blatantly refuses skinny jeans, for which you begrudgingly concede. You have to pick your battles with your boyfriend, and this one's not the hill to die on, you think.

So you put down the tight pants in favor of some tasteful dark wash jeans. He eyes this pair also with wariness. "Why the fuck do they have holes in 'em?" he asks.

You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. "They're ripped jeans."

"On purpose?" he asks.

Oh lord. "Yes, Ben. They're distressed."

"Christ on a cross, so am I. This is what goes for fashion nowadays?"

God, give me fucking strength, you think. But you still smile. "You're gonna look good, I promise you."

So Ben gathers the pile you've created for him, and with a deep sigh, he heads over to the dressing room. There are two saleswomen stationed there. One visibly breathes in at the sight of him as she subtly taps the other one on the hip. Both greet him with bright eyes and smiles. "Hi there! Need a room?" the first one asks.

"Yeah," Ben nods, and she dutifully lets him into the biggest one. It has a cushioned bench and plenty of hooks on the wall for hanging the shirts and pants.

"Need any help laying these out?" she asks. He shakes his head. "No. I'm good, sweetheart."

She giggles a bit, like he's said something funny. "Okay! Well just let me know if you need any help. Like a different size, different color, if you need a belt, or anything like that."

Ben spots her blush and can't help but smile at her indulgently. "Sure." He has no intention of taking her up on her "help," but he knows the effect he has on women. Once she leaves, he closes the dressing room door and starts trying things on.

He's surprised to find he actually likes a lot of what you picked out for him. But then his superior hearing picks up what the women out front are whispering to each other in excitement.

"Oh my God, it's a criminal offense to have that jawline," says the one who helped him. "And that beard? Cut to perfection."

Ben smirks, both in amusement and with a well of pride welling in his chest. Still got it, fuckers.

The other scoffs. "Honey, I'd climb that man like a goddamn tree."

They snicker together, trying and failing to be quiet. "He looks so familiar though, I swear to God."

"Psh. Maybe in your dreams," one teases. The other hums. "Well, he'll definitely be making an appearance tonight...maybe when I'm still awake." Ben raises a brow at that.

"Hmm, looks like he's got a girlfriend though. She picked out all that stuff for him."

He then perks up a bit at the mention of you.

"Ehh, come on. She's gotta be a sister or something. Look at her."

"Aww, don't do that. She's cute."

"Cute doesn't bag a man like that." The other one chortles in response.

Ben frowns. He knew women were petty, but this takes the fucking cake. You're a New York "10," even in your old sweatpants and a bare face.

"What-fucking-ever, bitch. I'm gonna slip him my number. See if he needs any further assistance." Cue more obnoxious giggling.

The other one chimes in. "Ooh, you're bad. But I'm here for it. Get your man, girl."

"Excuse me." Oh, shit. Ben's brows raise of their own accord. That was your voice.

"Yes," one of the saleswomen greets you more professionally.

"I just want to check on how my boyfriend's doing. He's in that room, right?" you ask. Ben hears your tone though. It's clipped, direct, and intentional. He knows then: you definitely heard those twittering broads.

"Yes, right back there," one of the women directs you.

"Thank you," you reply flatly.

Ben smirks as he hears your brusque steps approaching. He checks himself out in the mirror real quick (the white shirt and black pants are simple, but they go well with the black jacket, he thinks). Then he unlocks the door and opens it, right as you were about to knock.

You blink up at him with surprise, and the remnants of a frown.

He leans against the doorframe, looking down at you with a charming smile. "Hey there, beautiful."

Your lips start to form a smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. "Hey." You take in his current outfit with interest and approval. "Ooh, I like this. You look good...how do you feel in it?"

"Good," Ben says, but his eyes are focused on you. "Come 'ere."

He takes you by surprise when his hand guides you inside the dressing room by the waist. He locks it behind you. You look up at him in askance. He grasps your chin and tilts your face up to him.

"What's the matter?" he asks knowingly.

You raise a brow at him, shaking your head. "Nothing. Come on, did you try on this other stuff?"

Ben keeps a stubborn grip on your chin, so you can't turn away from him. "Don't tell me you're letting those maneating bimbos get to you."

Your eyes go wide and you raise a finger to your lips, reminding him to keep it quiet, but he doesn't give two fucks about that. He sits down on the soft bench and pulls you down with him. You sit across his lap and give him a rueful smile, stroking his cheek.

"I'll let you in on a little secret though," Ben says. Your expression crosses between amusement and intrigue. He leans in close your ear. "Jealousy looks fucking hot on you."

You guffaw in response, playfully smacking his arm.

"Hey, easy on the jacket," he smirks, but he claims you with a kiss. His fingers go to the button on your jeans, undoing it and slowly, torturously, guiding down the zipper. You suck in a breath.

"Ben, we can't," you say. But you're already moaning softly in his ear when his thick fingers begin to rub your pussy through your underwear. You blush at the naughtiness of this, even though the thought just turns you on even more.

He soon moves your panties aside to find your wet, soft heat.

You grip his hair tight, trying to bite your lip against a gasp as his fingers enter you, and begin to pulse inside. Your lower belly coils with heat, especially when his thumb finds your clit.

"We're paying customers," he says, with a deepening smirk. "We can do whatever we damn well please."

At the moment, you find it hard to argue with his logic.

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[moumouton4]

Idea. strip poker with tobirama, orochimaru, madara, and neji (seperately) but the reader is really damn good at poker. So the guys are sitting there in their underwear and the reader has only removed their shoes and socks. And the boys lose again and the reader (being the cocky asshole they are) says "I told you not to go against me, and look at you now." I just think this would be really goddamn funny, what happens after is completely up to you.

Strip Poker Hc || Naruto characters x reader

Including : Tobirama Senju, Orochimaru, Madara Uchiha and Neji Hyuga

A/n : That was so interesting to write ! Thank you so much for this opportunity 😍 I really hope you'll like it 🔥

Warnings : strip poker, sexual innuendo, spank, hint to oral fem!receiver, slow burn, kinda spicy at the end, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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Words count : 1984

Tobirama Senju :

When you offered, he frowned and turned his head so you wouldn't see the blush on his usually cold face, telling you it was a stupid game he didn't need to undress you

Even when you told him that it'd be fun he turned you down

So you did the most logical thing to get his attention: doubting his abilities.

"You're quite right to refuse, I'd have beaten you so far you wouldn't have recovered"

That's it, he'd turned finally his head towards you, a look of challenge in his eyes

"I'll make you swallow your words like snakes"

Mission accomplished, now the real game could begin

The poker game was known to both of you, So the game was off to a flying start

The only thing he hadn't taken into account was that you'd never really played together before, crazy as that may sound

Round after round, and although confident at first, he began to feel disillusioned

You didn't decide to spare him, not when you knew how satisfying it was to see that look of satisfaction fade from his face

You took great pleasure in making him take off his shoes, his socks, his forehead protector ( you argued for 20 minutes about whether it was a piece of clothing ), his t-shirts...

You did lose a couple of rounds, underestimating him at some points, sensing victory was coming, but nothing to make you lose face

Then you won once again, and while he'd already made a fuss about taking off his t-shirt, what was it going to be like for his pants ? "Come on, Tobirama, don't be a sore loser. Take responsibility now"

With a sigh laced with a grunt, he removed his belt and pulled down his pants, trying to control the heat rising in his cheeks

"I think we can call it a game, I'm sure you won't have the balls to go on at the risk of removing the last article" you said, your eyes trailing towards his boxers

He didn't assume he'd been so easily loose that you stopped playing to preserve his dignity

"Unless..." you said your words trailing "you want. But then I can't promise that the game won't end up in our bedroom"

Okay if he wasn't flustered he really is now. You think you've won so much you allow yourself to be cocky too. But now he knew that you were much better at poker than he was

The reaction of his body, however, spoke volumes about his new resolve to lose the game

As you drew closer to him, you realized that his breathing was ragged, a grunt hidden beneath his breath

Before you even had time, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you flush against him. I'm going to show you something I'm second to none at"

"Ah ? What is it ?" you replied still cocky, anticipation lacing your words

"I'm going to make you scream" and with that he took you in his arms, threw you over his shoulder and led you to your room

Finally you'd got what you wanted. What would have been the point of playing poker against him, knowing that you were going to beat him to the punch ?

Orochimaru :

He'd heard about strip poker on his travels. He couldn't wait to come back and try it out with you

It would be a way of showing his superiority through gambling, and of revealing you to his hungry eyes at the same time

He seriously thought he was going to win. And his confidence was only boosted when you asked him in a small voice "You're sure about this ?" carefully faking your ability. He nodded eagerly before repeating in a commanding tone, "Come and sit here pet" "Okay"

You'd let him win the first two rounds to build up his confidence. You only had to take off your shoes and socks. You couldn't wait to see that smirk fade from his face, so you launched your counterattack

Now immersed in your game - he noticed the shift in your behavior - you won sleeve after sleeve, making him jump out of his clothes one by one. And as he wasn't wearing much, he soon found himself almost naked in front of you ( faster than he should have )

At this point he took off his clothes mechanically, but his jaw tightened when he found himself in his boxers in front of you. His eyes widened as you cockily said, "See, I asked you if you were sure"

There you were again, he knew that you were up to something

You continued to taunt him "Look at you now how path-"

But he cut you off suddenly, taking long strides towards you "You'll be sorry you played me" he said, his voice hoarse and dripping with lust

"Stand up" he demanded and you did. Then you followed him back to your room "I'll teach you that a good pet doesn't try to be superior to its master" he couldn't help being proud of you though, but he intended to remind you of your respective places

After he stripped you, he sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned you to lie on his lap, you could feel the effect your moment of cockiness had on him

"You think you're clever. Vey well. We'll see about that" he punctuated his sentence with a firm spank on your ass "Now count and be a good girl"

Madara Uchiha :

When Madara came to you proposing a game of strip poker, it was to prove to you that he was better than you. Uchiha superiority blah blah blah

In fact, he'd been on a roll ever since he'd won an earlier training fight with his Sharingan

He was sure that a simple card game would allow him to repeat another victory

"You sure about this ? I'm warning you, It's best to stick to the win you had before. It won't have the same flavor otherwise" you joked

"Just come and play the damn game with me Y/n" he said, a hint of excitement in his words, he was sure that in no time you'd find yourself naked in front of him

However, he should have been wary, given the great confidence emanating from you as you sat down in front of him, he was still a little baffled

At the end of the 3rd round, when your feet were bare from the two rounds you'd lost, you finally looked Madara in the eye during the game, concentrating less on your cards. You frowned when you saw his Sharingan activated

"Love that's cheating. No Sharingan allowed" your voice made him smirk "If you think it'll make you win. I'm not that close anyway" his pupils returned to their original black

"That's better" you said, the game could finally begin

And it did. Round after round, he had to remove an article of clothing, proof of your superiority over him in this game

The look he gave you was hilarious. He looked as if he'd been betrayed every time he unraveled a little more. Serves him right for underestimating you

His expression fell, however, when he lost yet another round and realized he had to take off his last piece of clothing, which was his boxer

"That's it, the game's over" he said, his voice laced with bad faith, he was disgusted to have lost without realizing it

"I told you to be satisfied with what you had before. Et look at you now" your eyes trailed down his figure "Don't be a sore loser and take responsibility. Take that off"

To your surprise, he smirked and slowly took it off, his eyes still fixed on yours. He moved away from his chair and you stood up institiously as he moved closer to you

Suddenly, he placed both hands on either side of you. Your back hit the table as his body pressed against yours. You could feel the warmth of his body, his ragged breath on your ear and his arousal pressed against you

"Done. Now what are you going to do about it?" he asked in a husky voice

Your hands wrap around him, pressing him closer against you "I'm going to take my reward"

"Alright. Show me how you slay pretty girl "

And something tells you that the Sharingan in his eye was there to make sure you didn't miss any of the show you both were about to play

Neju Hyuga :

He never wanted to play it with you, maybe out of embarrassment. But one day he overheard you talking to Naruto and Shikamaru about playing strip poker at a party with all your friends, and that's when something clicked in his mind

Suddenly he really wanted to play with you. How could your boyfriend not be the 1st to play strip poker with you well maybe because he's refused countless times

When Neji told you he'd heard you talking about it with your friends, you just wanted to tease him just to hear the hint of jealousy in his voice a little more "Na Neji don't worry about it"

He tried to suppress the jealousy you'd been able to feel for a while now under a calm, confident tone he was used to using "I'm your boyfriend and I think it would be appropriate to do it with you before you do it with our friends"

"I swear you'd better not tempt me. Besides, I know you can't handle defeat"

"Defeat ? What makes you think I'm going to lose ?" he said, feeling his competitiveness flare up in him - ouch, you'd just touched his ego

"Okay fine" you said after pretending to think "But I'm warning you, every time you lose, you have to take off one of your clothes. And no arguing, that's the rule"

At your words he turned red and nodded eagerly his gaze averting between you and the floor "By the way no Byakugan allowed to see through the cards" "Understood"

And he should have known he was in for a hell of a ride when he saw the little smirk on your face, but he couldn't wait to get started and secretly hoped to win a decent number of rounds

But what a disillusion, miraculously - according to him - you were winning

You did loose one or two rounds but it was only because you were drooling over his chest

"Neji you have to take that boxer off that's the game. You wouldn't have said the same thing if the situation was reversed" he blushed intensely bringing his hands at the waist band of his boxer "That's so unfair"

"And yet you're the one who wanted to play with me. You remember what you told me "I'm a hyuga I'm bound to win against you"" you joked mimicking his voice "Guess you won the right to be a naked sore loser. You shouldn't have to mess with me. At least you got to see my feet" you laughed

He chuckled at your joke nonetheless ready to accept his defeat when you raised your hand to stop him " Don't forget it's only a game you don't have to go that far if you don't want to"

He smiled at your understanding but he intended to take responsibility, and Byakugan or not, he could see that you were dying to see him take it off

"No, it's okay, you won, I'll do it" and with that he pulled down his boxer shorts, another shade of pink landing on his cheeks "And what now ?" he asked, his voice full of anticipation

"Well now I might just reward you for playing and maybe have a little taste. What do you say ?"

"I'd be honoured" he finally spoke, his blush gaining the tip of his nose

~

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🌮🧀 Again my requests are open 🍩🍰

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[blossiewossie]

— Lawless Affair .02

pairing : gojo x reader x geto genre : business men au (lawyers), smut rating : explicit word count : 3.5k+

— note : i told myself (and my friends) that i'd post a pt. 2 if i got 10 notes, but im so overwhelmed that i got more!! thank you, beautiful readers ♡ i started working on this after i posted pt. 1, so i hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it, teehee!

— special thanks to @junqkook and @trshpando for helping me revise my work ♡

Two weeks later...

You’ve had enough.

The maddening frustration of being teased has been going on for far too long in your eyes. The past two weeks have gone by with you practically running home to jump into the shower to take an ice-cold one every. Single. Night.

While you scrub your skin harshly, your mind thinks back to all the countless ‘innocent’ moments that made your knees buckle.

~

The first incident was on your third day at work, when you decided to get up and walk over to the vending machine in the downstairs lobby to stretch your legs and grab a quick snack. The doors on either side of the stairwell had to be closed at all times for security purposes, so you made it a point to open the door and swivel back around to ensure the door at the top of the stairs had closed softly.

As you turned around to make your way down, you see the downstairs door open up and lo and behold, Mr. Gojo himself comes stalking through, shutting the door behind him with his foot as his hands stayed put in his slack pockets. Tilting his head up to look at you through his circular sunglasses, he grinned and leaned back onto the door, crossing his arms. He was once again wearing a suit, but this time, it was all white with a black button-up shirt underneath. His hair was the same as ever, white as can be.

“Well, well. We have a habit of running into each other,” he said in a teasing tone.

You cleared your throat as you descended the stairs carefully, keeping a hand on the rail as you approach the man hindering you from continuing to your destination.

“Hello to you too, Mr. Gojo.”, you said, not liking how breathless your voice sounded.

Is that because of the stairs or because of the man in front of me? you thought to yourself as your steps slow to a stop on the second step. You don’t allow yourself to invade his space as you look at him questioningly, wondering why he’s still leaning on the door.

His eyes meet yours, softening your questioning gaze. He takes a step forward until the tip of his shoe meets the bottom step, bringing his face much closer to yours. His eyes go back and forth between your shocked ones, and then they snap down to your lips before he raises them again to meet yours.

Swiftly, his right hand finds its way to your hip and around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You gasp suddenly, taken aback by how direct he was being. Your hands find their way to his chest, barely pushing but still maintaining a safe distance between you both.

“Now, ____. I don’t remember asking you to call me Mister before. Is that something you like to do?” he asks softly, his eyes a different story. The iciness in them seemed to become ablaze as he awaited your answer, licking his bottom lip slowly.

You feel yourself blushing as you look away from his heated gaze, hands trembling against his warm chest. You don’t quite know how to respond to his question. Surely he knows you can’t possibly address him with his first name, right? As you try to conjure a coherent thought, his left hand comes up and grips your chin, turning your face towards him again.

His hot gaze wiped away any other thought in your head, so you blurt out the first thing you can think of.

“I like to respect my superiors, Mr. Gojo.” you stutter out, watching his face for his reaction to see if your answer had satiated his question

His eyes, now hooded, sparkle as if he was happy with your answer. He removes his hands from you, letting you inhale a breath, but he hovers near you as he takes a step up the stairs.

“Good girl,” he says with a smirk, before pushing his sunglasses back up his face and making his way up the stairs as if nothing had happened.

You watch his retreating form whistling up the steps while you grip the railing hard. He opens the door you had just closed, looks back at you with a wink, and makes his way in, letting the door slowly close behind himself. You hear him call out to the other coworkers, not having a care in the world, as if he did not just say the naughtiest thing to you.

You, on the other hand, have slumped against the wall, breaths coming out unevenly. The tingling in between your legs had you struggling down the last step before you rushed towards the bottom door, ripping it open to welcome the cool air from the lobby.

You beelined straight for the vending machine and pressed a random candy bar before shoving in the change feverishly, craving the distraction that sugar could give you. The candy dropped and you bend down to rummage through the slot, grasping whatever it was that you had chosen. Ripping open the packaging, you took a big bite out of it and the sweetness of the treat had you sighing with relief, as if it would cure the turmoil your body was going through.

~

Back in the real time, you realize you’ve been scrubbing the same spot on your chest for too long, creating a tender spot in between your breasts. Cursing under your breath, you rinse out your loofah before making the warm water a bit colder, throwing your head under the water.

As you rinse the shampoo out of your hair and slap in some conditioner, your mind wanders once more, this time to the second incident — and you try to decipher if what had happened back then was something you imagined or something that actually took place.

~

It was the weekend after your first week of working, and as much as you were looking forward to relaxing and watching your roommates play their video games, you had decided to take on one of the clerks’ weekend shifts to let your coworker spend time with his wife and kids. He had been droning on and on about it all week, complaining about how he always has to work the weekend every other week and that he was looking forward to watching the game, but had forgotten it was his weekend this time around.

You had volunteered to work it, partly because you wanted to get on your coworkers’ good graces, partly because on your first day, after bumping into both of the bosses, you had been so distracted that you didn’t get much work done, which snowballed into you being a bit behind in your work. Plus, you had thought to yourself, I don’t have to worry about either of them being in because, surely, they don’t work on the weekends either, right?

You were told that on weekends, the dress code policy was more lenient. After throwing on a pair of light blue jeans and a white long-sleeved shirt, you made your way to the kitchen where you grabbed a light breakfast before slipping on a pair of white sneakers and making your way out the door, hollering a farewell to your roommates. You didn’t get an answer back which didn’t concern you too much, as they had spent the night before playing fps-games or whatever they had called it.

After taking the shuttle bus and walking a few blocks, you arrived at the building and walked in with a bright smile, ready to start the day free of distractions.

As you made your way into the office area and settled down into your cubicle, you realized just how deserted the workspace was.

Maybe I should take the weekend shifts more often, you thought.

Taking out your phone, you sent a quick text to Iori and Mei Mei, asking if they had any plans for tomorrow since it was a Sunday and you wanted to grab some food with your new friends. Clicking your phone off and putting it on silent, you scoot your chair in closer and start working.

Halfway through your shift, around what you assumed was lunch time, you heard a door open and close. Glancing away from your computer, you look around, trying to find the source of the noise. Hearing footsteps, you look back towards the boss’ office to seem him standing idly by on his phone, typing casually. You sucked in a breath as you took in his form.

His usual business attire was now replaced by a black shirt, showing off every inch of his muscular arms, chest, and abs. Paired with it was a pair of dark jeans and white sneakers. You could see how long his hair was now, as it was down from his usual bun and instead, resting softly atop his shoulders. He was looking too good for someone wearing a casual outfit.

Clearing your throat to make your presence known, you look back at your computer as you call out to greet him, hoping he was just stepping out to take his lunch. You couldn’t bear his presence standing there, so you crossed your fingers that he’d greet you and be on his merry way.

Luck clearly was not on your side, as he glanced up in your direction and smiled, slipping his phone into his back pocket as he sauntered his way over to your cubicle. You prepared yourself to look up at him, but he did not stop walking and instead came into your space and stood right behind you.

Leaning down your left side, he looked curiously over your shoulder as you tried to continue typing out emails and organizing files. You jump a little as his right hand reached over your right shoulder, grabbing onto your hand holding the mouse as he whispered a quick, ‘Let me see this for a moment’, before clicking onto a folder.

After double-clicking it, he leaned more into you, his face almost touching yours, as he read the documents listed in said folder. Turning your head away from the screen to give him a sense of privacy, you take in how the veins in his arms looked. Stealing a secret whiff, you inhale his scent, relishing how woodsy he smelled.

As you turn your head back towards the computer, he lets go of the mouse, leaving his hand there, resting atop yours. His mouth hovered right by your ear, as he asked you what exactly you were doing there on your first weekend off. Gulping, you recant the story of your fellow clerk wanting to stay home, your mind hyper focusing on the fact that his hand lightly squeezed yours every time you mentioned your coworker’s name. He hummed for a moment before finally standing up straight.

You pull on a tight smile as he bid his farewell and walked away, pulling his phone out once more. You wait for the door to the stairway to close before breathing out a heavy breath. You let out a shiver and pull your trembling hand to your chest, remembering how warm and big his hand felt around yours. You bite your lip and close your eyes to remember just how deep his hum was, right by your ear, his lip brushing against it for a second too long. Did he mean to do that so sensually? you thought to yourself.

~

Groaning in real time, you reach back behind yourself and twist the knob further towards the cold side, your breaths coming out slower than before. Your mind was swirling with your memories, making your pussy ache with need. You think back to the last time you had anyone else besides yourself touch it, and you can’t believe how long it’s been. You close your eyes to rinse out the last of the conditioner in your hair, your mind going back to the most recent incident that had you mewling with frustration and heat.

~

There you were, at your cubicle twirling a pen in your left hand and clicking away at the computer with your right hand. You felt anxious, as if you were waiting for something to happen. Looking down towards the task bar of your screen, you realize you have 2 more hours left in your shift. Sighing, you place the pen down and stretch your arms up high. 2 more hours, that’s like 2 one-hour chunks, which is like 4 thirty-minute chunks. I can do this, you thought to yourself. That’s like, girl math.

You leaned back against your chair and rubbed your eyes, feeling a wave of fatigue. You had woken up a couple of times last night by your roommates screaming back and forth about someone being ‘one shot’ or needing a ‘revive’. You had tried to fall back asleep to no avail, and them howling into the night was definitely not helping. Two more hours and I can just go home and sleep, you said to yourself, motivating you to sit up straight and zone into your work.

Just when you were about to place your hands on your keyboard, the boss’ door swung open and Mr. Geto poked his head out while he scanned the office space. Landing his gaze on you, he closed his eyes with a smile and called out, “____, could you come to my office for a second?”

With a small nod, you rise up and head over to his open door, giving him a smile as you walk in. He closes the door as you look around his office, taking in his space. The main office area, where everyone else’s cubicles were, was light and had splashes of earthy tones everywhere. His office, however, was a different story.

His walls were painted black and the furniture in the room reflected that, including his desk, the chairs in front and behind it, and bookshelves. As it was at the edge of the building, the wall opposite the door you had just entered was covered in floor-to-ceiling windows, giving you a breathtaking view of city. The only pop of color in the room was his crimson red sofa in the middle of the room, where you noticed a familiar face: Mr. Gojo.

Remembering the stairwell incident, you blushed deeply as the other man flashed you a smile with amusement and something else dancing in his eyes.

“Please, have a seat at my desk,” said Mr. Geto, placing a hand behind the small of your back, guiding you forward. He pulled the chair out for you and pushed it in under you, then made his way around to sit in his own chair across from you. He sat down and maneuvered over to his computer, tapping a couple of keys and clicking his mouse a few times.

“I called you in today to ask how your first week and a half at work have been. I’d like to know if you’re settling in well and garner any feedback you may have concerning the workspace and your workload.”, Mr. Geto said, now looking directly at you with his hands clasped on the desk.

You tell him how honored you are to be working under him, as his law firm held quite a reputation in the city. You explained that you were getting along well with your fellow clerks and paralegals, as well as enjoying the challenge of handling various cases and their files. While talking, you noticed how intensely he was looking at your lips, drinking your words in. Your words trail off into silence as you realize how much you had been rambling.

After a beat of silence, Mr. Geto nodded his head and exclaimed loudly how happy he was to hear that you haven’t been having any trouble. You heard Mr. Gojo chuckle behind you, but assumed he had been looking at this phone or something. Mr. Geto sent him a subtle glare, making the latter stifle his laugh, before turning his attention back at you.

“Just to update a few things on your record here, I’d like to ask you a question, ____.”, he said with a serious tone now.

“Sure thing,” you said back, wondering what it could be. You were sure to have included any relevant details to Mr. Yu when he had filed your paperwork the day you came in for your orientation, but maybe they had missed a detail or two.

“Your marital status.”

Your eyes widened as you looked at your boss, not exactly understanding what the miscommunication was. You had previously told Mr. Yu that you were single, but maybe he had entered it in incorrectly or misheard you. You shyly tuck a lose strand of hair behind your ear before answering, stating that you were not married.

His eyes did not leave yours as he added on, “Hmm… is there a potential for your marital status to change in the near future? Perhaps a boyfriend waiting to propose?”

Shaking your head at his added inquiry, you answered back, “Uh, no, sir. I do not have a boyfriend, so that’s not a possibility.” Blushing at his questioning gaze, you break eye contact and ask, “Is that all, sir?”

“Now, how could a woman like you be single?” you heard Mr. Gojo ask gruffly, his voice much louder than previously. It seemed that during Mr. Geto’s questions, Mr. Gojo had gotten up from his spot on the sofa and made his way closer, now directly behind your chair.

You feel his hands settle on your shoulders, making your heart race. Looking back towards Mr. Geto, you assume he’ll scold his friend for making such an inappropriate statement. He doesn’t. Instead he rises from his own chair and walks around the table slowly, before stopping in front of your now turned chair, facing towards him thanks to the handsome man behind you spinning you slightly.

You can’t help but glance down towards his pants, now eye level with your eyes, where a growing bulge had formed. Gasping, you stand up abruptly and move to sidestep him, but he had other thoughts. Grabbing your waist with both hands harshly, he pulled you flush against himself, thrusting his growing bulge directly against you. A small moan slips out of your lips at the impact, making his dick twitch against you.

Another set of hands touch your back, sliding their way under your arms and wrapping themselves around your breasts. Mr. Gojo, now flush against your back, let his hands wander around the shape of your bosoms, finding your nipples and squeezing them softly. Another small moan escapes your lips as he grinds his dick right against your ass. Your body felt like it was on ecstasy and your mind was on cloud nine. Every fiber of your being wanted to be taken right there and then.

Gojo leaned his head down to your left ear, kissing it lightly before speaking up.

“Would you be a good girl and stay single for us?,” he whispered.

Geto, doing the same to your right ear, whispered as well.

“We don’t like to share with others, princess.”

You let out a tiny squeak before nodding vehemently, swearing under your breath that you had no interest in getting a boyfriend any time soon. The two men grunted in approval and both gave you kisses and licks on your ears and neck before backing up slowly, their grips loosening from your body. You found yourself licking your lips, missing their touches all too soon. Your nipples, now hard as rocks, poked through your blouse as you adjusted your clothing carefully. Your body hummed, wanting more of them. The men adjusted their slacks as well, keeping an eye on you as you stood their, waiting for them to dismiss you… or do something else.

Geto nodded his head towards the door, letting you know your time in his office was done. A disappointed feeling surged from within you, but you tried to ignore it as you made your way towards the door. As your hand reached for the handle, Gojo’s voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Oh, and one more thing,” he said, as he loosened the tie around his neck a little. Looking back at him and Geto, who now was leaning against his desk, you wait to see what he has to say.

“When alone with Suguru and I, address us by our first names or you will be punished.”

You gulp and nod once more, before turning back towards the door and exiting, leaving without another look back.

~

You snap back into reality, hearing a knock on the bathroom door. The ice-cold water was still raining down on you as you took in how breathless you were.

One of your hands had found its way down to your pussy, rubbing your clit slowly, while your other hand was squeezing one of your breasts. Shaking your thoughts and calling out to your roommate that you were almost done, you rinse them both and turn off the shower. Sighing in frustration, you dry yourself off and slip on your robe.

Trudging past your roommate and telling them there was still some hot water, you made your way back to your bedroom and threw yourself on the bed. As you laid there, all you could think was:

What am I getting myself into?

[neoarchipelago]

I was looking through Pinterest because i have an addiction which is called 'making a moodboard for the slightest prompt' and no spoilers but completely unrelated i found some wonderful art of a known prompt which is Ghost!Cat.

And... Here's what's eating my neurons:

In a world where some have a soul link to a kind of animal, making them able to share some particularities with said animal, Simon Ghost Riley doesn't show any. Everybody knows he has a soul link.

He hides them. No one has ever seen it. There's rumors, bear, wolf, tiger, lion, viper, crocodile... God who knew what kind of terrifying animal he could be?

You were just as curious. But you left it at that. No more. He was your lieutenant and you wouldn't even dare ask him. As others flaunted and displayed their particularities, tails, scales, feathers, fur, the only thing visible once in a while was his slighted pupils on the field.

It was inked in your head, the way his pupils dilated and shrunk right under your gaze. It was beautiful.

You hurried as night had fallen, running up the strains to his office. Captain Price had instructed you to give the lieutenant a file for the report before you could go to your barracks.

You hadn't intended to barge in. To be blessed with this view. But the door was slightly open. And your knocking only opened it more. The fluffy black tail and perked up ears grabbing all your attention.

He had stared at you wide eyed, the same look on your face. You were both frozen in place.

"Sergeant?!" He scolded a slight hiss behind his voice.

"I...I'M SORRY! CAPTAIN PRICE... TOLD... HE..."

You stumbled. He was going to kill you. On the spot. You scurried to his desk dropping the file before running for the door. Unfortunately for you, he was fast ... nimble. He had hopped over his desk, shutting the door in font of you before you could even reach it, pressing you against it. You were panting. He was going to kill you! This was the end.

"Breathe..." He whispered against your ear.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. He spun you around, now your back against the wall as you tried not to look up at his fluffy ears. His hand grabbed your jaw making you look up at him.

Oh... This mask has holes for his ears... Funny...

You blushed at the thought.

"You didn't see anything." He stated.

You shook your head.

"Good."

You bit your lip as he let go, looking down at you.

"Are you...?" You tried, making him tilt his head to the side, the heat rising in your cheeks even more at his cuteness. "Are you .. a panther?" You asked.

He winced. No. Not a panther.

"Cat..." He mumbled.

You eyes lit up, expression excited as you slightly jumped on your feet, his eyes filling with confusion.

"No way!! That's so cool!!" You chimmed happily.

He blinked a few times, wondering if he heard you right.

"It's cu-"

"Don't you dare. I'll make your existence a living hell." He warned.

You smirked, taking him by surprise.

"I was going to say... It's curious that you hide it."

"It's not... What they expect of me..."

You felt a slight ping in your heart. Expectations. It must feel heavy on him, having to be the best, and follow a reputation. On the field, it was easy for him, it was his safe space ironically. But here, being a lieutenant, he had a reputation to hold. And the rumors didn't help.

"Who cares what they expect?" You surprised your own self. "Cats are amazing! Amazing hunters and nimble, their vision in the dark is impressive, and their sense of smell is 40 times superior than a normal human being! They also have an amazing sense of distance and topography without even talking about their sense of observation that makes them-"

"Sergeant."

Your mouth hung open. Oh... You spilled. Shit. You looked down.

"Sorry Lieutenant."

He cleared his throat. "It's alright. I'd like to keep it... A secret." He clarified.

"I won't tell a soul sir. I give you my word." You answered solemnly.

He nodded before giving you permission to leave. You didn't ask for anything more as you turned to leave. However, from the corner of his eye, he could see you take a last looks at his tail, a soft happy smile on your lips.

Fuckin hell... This was far from over.

[poisonlove]

Miss Ortega | j.o

Parte1

part 2

The new Calculus teacher descended with a small leap from the wooden surface. She walked around the lectern and sat in her chair, getting a better view of the class. She took out a notebook and a pen from her backpack, and with a small smile, she looked at the class.

"Well, now that I've introduced myself, I'd like to know your names and the grade you received in this subject last year."

Starting from the front row, each student stated their name, last name, and grade. Jenna opened her eyes and tried not to show her surprise at the low grades. She smiled nervously many times and looked curiously at those who spoke.

Looking into her eyes, one could almost see the frustration in her iris. With a sigh of exhaustion, the teacher tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

In the blink of an eye, it was my turn. I was the last one. All eyes were looking in my direction, some with curiosity, others with annoyance. I felt uncomfortable; I wasn't used to receiving so much attention. I cleared my throat to steady my voice, taking a deep breath to avoid stuttering in front of the class. I timidly glanced at Jenna, who observed me with curiosity.

She had her elbow resting on the desk, holding her head in the palm of her hand. She gave me a slight smile. Brown eyes piercing my soul.

"I..." I sighed, closing my eyes for a fraction of a second. I could feel all the blood rushing to my cheeks. "T/N T/A, 100," I managed to say who I was and my grade. I gave a nervous smile and hid my flushed cheeks with my hair.

Jenna composed herself and looked at me with surprise. An inevitable smile spread across her lips, almost relieved to have someone who understood even a little bit of her subject. I glanced at Enid, who was smiling at me with mischief. The blonde had something in mind, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to find out what it was. The teacher stood up from her chair, taking a stack of papers from her backpack.

"Well, now that you've told me who you are and your grades... we can have a little test to assess your level," she smiled at us.

Murmurs of disapproval quickly arose, and Johnny, our class president, raised his hand. Jenna nodded, granting him permission to speak.

"Professor, can we do it on Wednesday? Today is the first day of school... and it wouldn't be fair to give us a test right away," he adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, avoiding Jenna's penetrating gaze that had wiped the smile off her face. "Would that be possible?" he added, timidly.

"Come on, doll, don't ruin the good impression you gave us," Edward said.

Edward Smith, the most popular guy in school, the future star of the football team. He had a reputation as a womanizer, unafraid to flirt, and it was clear that he had no respect even for those in authority at this school. Professor Ortega blinked her eyes, somewhat incredulous, and then smirked. Her eyes looked at the blonde boy with disgust.

"Smith, right?" Jenna asked absentmindedly, gripping the papers tightly. Her knuckles turned white from the tight grip.

Edward nodded, pleased that she remembered his last name. He looked at his classmates with superiority, almost as if to say that he had the attention of all the girls he desired. Jenna walked towards him, leaning in with a threatening air to his desk.

Her eyes were piercing.

Smith blushed under the deadly gaze of Miss Ortega.

"Do not dare to call me 'doll,' do we understand each other?" Jenna tilted her head to the side, looking at the poor boy with disdain. "Now get out of my class immediately," she pointed towards the door with her index finger. Jenna composed herself and moved away from the desk.

Edward opened and closed his mouth several times, taken aback by the teacher's reaction. He stood up and stormed angrily out of the classroom.

I smiled satisfactorily, that boy was an idiot.

Professor Ortega rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed. She sighed and smiled again. I felt powerless, truly sorry that she had to endure such a comment. From the corner of my eye, I saw Enid fidgeting in her seat.

"After this unfortunate incident... we can continue with the test," she handed out two stacks of papers to those in the front. Once they took their papers, they passed the rest to the people behind them, and so on, until everyone had their test on their desks. "You have exactly..." the professor glanced at her watch, squinting her eyes and furrowing her brow. "1 hour and 30 minutes," she concluded.

I looked at the questions, surprised.

They were too easy, ridiculously so.

There were 5 equations to solve and 1 problem. I looked at the sheet with confusion and raised my head to the dark-haired Jenna. Almost immediately, our eyes met.

My breath stopped, and I tried not to hear the increasing beats of my heart. I raised an eyebrow, unsure if I should take this test as an insult. The teacher looked at me with a smile, enjoying my reaction. She tilted her head to the side, observing me with clear curiosity, while also keeping an eye on her students for any signs of cheating.

I shook my head and looked at my paper, feeling the frustration of Enid, who was seated next to me. I put the bottom of the pen between my teeth and focused on answering the questions, occasionally feeling the piercing gaze of those two coffee-colored eyes.

[powderblueblood]

How about Lacy finding Eddie's writing? 🤭

need you to imagine me listening to a fifth of beethoven from the saturday night fever soundtrack whilst writing this because i became insane and filled it with Clues.............

it's like trying to understand the fucking zodiac killer.

it's all codes and ciphers and scrawls and-- well, she thought she might have been reading that one upside down but it's actually indecipherable any way you twist it.

and it's not like any of it is even written on paper either. torn open cigarette packs, napkins, burger wrappers from the diner. one time a leaf.

because eddie's not like lacy in the way she keeps a journal but eddie's like lacy in that if he's roundhoused with a thought that he needs to remember, he's got to write it down now immediately pronto on any available surface.

which is pretty pointless, since he keeps losing all this garbage and she has to pick it up after him.

she bears over the spread of scraps like an fbi agent, palms braced to the table. there's a thread here, but she can't quite untangle it. she's staring at a pile of shit that says shit like

crabs incident-- bruised like a peach worth biting-- violet like violence??

red tights. tingly. carnelian little carnivore.

track two. treasure.

persephone's hall pass.

seventh grade & as many minutes in limbo. shoulda ripped off band aid.

mage in a mink coat.

well, that last one--

"you dumpster diving now? hard times."

fuck! fuck. told you, rat blood. appearing out of nowhere with no noise no notice to then become the loudest thing in the room. he's like thunderclap, this fucko, like a spontaneous combustion.

he also doesn't even recognize his own handwriting, seems like. she blushes, furious. doesn't know why.

"community service. they have me picking up the trailer trash's trailer trash."

"snitty!" he shoves the bag of chips he's holding at her--an offering, he can't do anything normal around her--and reaches for one of the scraps. lacy watches him like a scientist watching a guinea pig for brain activity-- and his eyes go all wide and panicky. "wait."

"eddie-- hey!" but he's scrambling now, going for all the little pieces of writing she'd been trying to arrange on the table like a pointless puzzle. "don't--"

"where'd you get all this shit, huh?! going through my pockets now, is that it? like a cop?"

"i-- hey, don't you fucking dare-- look, you shed!"

"i shed?"

"you shed. you've got shit falling out of that stupid, enormous nerd binder every goddamn day because you just shove shit in there and don't organize anything, and i wasn't gonna stand around and let you just litter everywhere and--" now it's her turn to be like. wait. crosses her arms, eyes narrow, she's mother superior serving nailed ya bitch. "--why are you all skittish?"

"huh?"

"it's just-- trash, right?" she snatches a burger wrapper out of his grasp. oh this is delish.

"yeah," he grabs, but she's holding it behind her back and god her face is like stupid smirky, "but it's my trash. my--giveit--private... trash."

eddie munson is blushing.

"who's the mage?"

"the fucking.... the what?"

little crinkle as she unfolds a piece torn off a brown paper bag. "mage in a mink coat. who's that?"

"nobody."

"i have a mink coat."

"oh. does that really say mage? 'coz it should say mange." he's such an asshole. she's grinning so wide.

everyone says revenge is a dish best served cold but she bets she could use eddie munson's cheeks as a hotplate and eat right off 'em. it'd taste so much better. lobster bisque. filet mignon. michelin star.

"have you been writing about me, munson?"

his face is all stone-set, mouth all i can't fucking believe this and eyes all i'd cut the brake lines in her van if she wasn't the one scamming rides off me all the time. "li'l miss my life is incomplete without eddie munson wants to talk?"

"called you a neanderthal in the next sentence. don't forget that."

"you're such a beastie."

"carnelian little carnivore, you wrote."

"what makes you so sure it's all about you, huh?"

"context clues."

he glances down. she is, in fact, wearing the aforementioned tingly-feeling-inspiring red tights again today. shit.

"what happened in seventh grade?" she's pointing to the scrap in his hand, one he's managed to keep out of her snatchy little fingers.

she doesn't remember anything significant about seventh grade. but he does, and a knot tightens in his chest and he's about to lie and say something crass about my fist, a stopwatch and a view of you from underneath the bleachers at cheerleading practice-- then final bell rings.

"that is for me to know--"

"--and for me to die ignorant?" she's an active listener.

"precisely, you wench. now get the fuck outta here, i got hellfire."

lacy leaves the scraps.

"i will find out, y'know."

he knows. "you're like a bitch with a bone that way."

"the bitchiest."

[mccnstruck]

HELOOOOO CAN I RQ

Akito x reader, they have a ‘rivaly’ bind, and one day they have staring contest and a few seconds in, reader gets all flustered and loses instantly causing akito to tease/flirt with them, they uh they start dating idk 😭

yes, yes or...yes !!

characters: akito x gn!reader

tags: fluff, not proofread, ooc?,

a/n: HIII OFC U CAN REQUEST SO LONG AS MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN <33 this ask is so cute i want to eat this ask in affection BUT ENJOY !!!

when people hear “hey, i bet i got a higher score than you!” or “i know damn well you can’t beat me in today’s practice!”, they can only sigh in exasperation as the daily claims of superiority take over the school. any new students look confused, as the rest of the students continue with their day.

you and akito were not only passionate in everything you both did, but you were competitive. with a dedication to win and come out as #1, everyday was a challenge for both of you to not only prove to each other of your strengths, but to prove to yourself that you were dedicated to everything you did. with akito’s grades improving and your motivation increasing, you were excited to see him everyday… 

…but sometimes you were pretty annoyed the days he had nothing better to do. 

you both were waiting for the teacher to start the lesson, but become confused when he turns back to face you and grins. 

“i bet i can beat you in a staring contest.”

you deadpan him and scoff. “this is what you call a competition? pfft, you’re funny.”

“are you backing out? oh wow,” stretching the “w” in his speech, “never knew you were such a quitter, [name].” 

"fine then! let's see."

you turn to face akito, and he does the same, green eyes focused on you.

"alright. on the count of three."

(a/n: i usually win at staring contests because i zone out and then i win heheheh)

3. ..

2 ..

1.

you both open your eyes and immediately felt the pressure behind your eyelids. you could barely concentrate on trying to keep your eyelids compared to the strain bringing them down. not to mention the fact that akito kept on bringing his face closer.

wait, what?!

when you find akito's eyes taking in all your facial features, you widen your eyes in embarrassment and your face suddenly felt hot. you swore you saw a little bit of blush on akito's face, but you accidentally blinked, and your eyes looks astray from him. from the corner of your eye, you see him lean back in his chair and grin.

"told ya i'd win."

"hello?? no?? you kept on leaning towards me, what do you mean??"

he snickers at your outburst. "the way you turned red too... you should've seen yourself."

you turn towards the window again. "turn around. class is about to start anyways."

his places his elbow on your desk and his head held up by his arm. his eyes soften looking at you, and his lips gently part, ready to say something when...

"sorry for starting class late, we're going to start reviewing for this week's test. please take out the packet we started yesterday."

akito sighs, and slowly takes one last glance at you. you signal him to turn forward and pay attention, and he finally does.

the class carries on with pencils scribbling in answers and algorithms, and akito sighs at the board. that was until he got an idea. a very corny idea, and possibly could have a risk of embarrassment if he got caught. but who said he wasn't up for a challenge?

he quickly pretended to write down his notes (?), but then took a sticky note out.

behind him, you furrow your eyebrows.

you mean, you knew akito was improving with his grades, but he hasn't wrote down anything until now....

you side eye him, but eventually go back to focusing on the lesson. until a sticky note, suspiciously the same color note akito had, lands on your desk. when you look up at akito, his back is towards you and he looks at the board like nothing happened.

you slowly open the note to read:

"me n you on a date, that one cafe you were talking about, @ saturday 11 : 00

□ yes □ yes or □ yes"

your smile widens instinctively. you try to cover your mouth, but your mind feels like it exploded from emotions. you look up to akito, but he pays no mind to you.

you look at the clock, and you realized how akito screwed with your mind while barely doing anything.

you win this time, akito.

unknowing to you, akito's face reddens a little bit, and he grins.

i definitely won their heart.

(when you two come back the following week, people passing you two were shocked to see that, instead of the usual bickering, they found your head on his shoulder and gentle laughter shared between the once rivals, now lovers.)

reposting or plagiarizing of my works is not allowed under any circumstances.

[boyakishantriage]

"I hear you. But I'd like to reiterate. We didn't need it."

Was the first time I'd ever hear someone explain why we didn't need the shield generator. A massive magnetic spool that'd tank hits outside the ship.

"But what if-"

"The ship is literally part tungsten and titanium. I ain't no chemist, but that'll protect us from 80% of space debris."

"... what about the 20%?"

"You mean the giant asteroids, ship fire? We can avoid them. Swerve, fire out lasers at them. Y'know?"

Leaning against the small scout ship, amidst enemy territory. The Terran had practically suggested since we couldn't warp without being noticed, we fly straight towards the enemy's most focused centre.

THE MOTHERSHIP.

Standing at the bridge of the command ship for the Galvins, thin green like beings who held 4.5% of the Milky way galaxy. And increasing. Currently regrouping. His superiors' not doubt reorganising, planning and preparing for their expansion.

"Sir."

He turned to the captain, the logistics head's monitor showing an odd speck.

"Something's approaching."

"is it friendly?"

"We don't know. Currently it's just flying straight towards us... wait. It moved, it's flying towards the outer scout group."

"Send out order: raised shields, stay alert and man the guns."

"To who?"

"Everyone."

THE SHIP

"ARE YOU INSANE?"

"... Yes."

"... What?"

The unconscious pilot resting on her bunk, the private driving the ship with her crewmate's set up (why the Terrans bring driving components for various vehicles on their home planet for a video game on a space ship was beyond him).

She'd first steered the ship headfirst into the void, after modifying the engine she'd. Well, he wasn't sure. But she'd hopped out the ship, jumped into the controls and something had chased them all the way to here.

Guns were raised, shields glowing as they turned on, some ships continuing their patrols. Most however we're moving away, or into positions to strike.

"This is Sargent..."

"HI, I'M A TERRAN AND THIS IS A SUPRISE ATTACK. DON'T SHOOT OR YOU'LL FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DESTROY A LEVIATHAN's LUNCH."

She barked into the radio, one of the other Terrans froze.

"WAIT. ELLIE. YOU PISSED OFF A LEVIATHAN??"

Not looking from the controls, the radio began crackling with the Sargent's questions.

"I mean I don't know what else would be a big enough distraction for the. What were they called?"

"what's Leviathan?"

The large bear alien grunted. Captain glaring at the Terran.

"It's... uhh."

"Y'know dragons?"

Perked up the Terran, covering for her faltering friend.

"... the mythical beings, the ones that varied a lot?"

"So a Leviathan is basically like those Aincent dragons' grandparents. Y'know. Older dragons are generally stronger, these are basically the primal versions of dragons."

"I thought those were drakons?"

"I lied. Drakons are the bridge between Leviathan and dragon."

"..."

"TERRAN. YOU ARE ORDERED THE STOP OR WE WILL-"

The Terran flicked a switch, an angry scowling roar echoed out from the speakers.

"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME A LIMP DANGER NOODLE YOU PATHETIC MORTAL-"

Flicking the switch off, the Terran began moving the ship away from something as she called the Sargent.

"Do you want me to direct it's anger at you? Shut up, when I shout fire y'all need to fire behind us with everything you got."

She turned the radio off, turning the captain mid twirl.

"They're gonna piss the Leviathan off, it's gonna go on a rampage and we're gonna go when it starts to get really chaotic."

"... miss Eleanor. Are all humans like this."

Markus spoke up.

"short answer is no. Eleanor is one of the few humans who's genuinely unique."

"Awww, markie. You're gonna make me blush. Anyways-"

She turned the engine off, firing the ship's flares as she grabbed the radio.

"FIRE."

Tentacles ripped out of reality, space opening into a door as something roared, swiping at the flares. The ship's glowed. Energy aiming towards behind the ship.

"Ait. Hold on, this'll get weird."

The ammunitions dropped, striking the Leviathan with the force to blow a planet to asteroids. The ship's engines awoke, masked by the roar of rage as the Sargent crackled through the radio.

"Is it dead?"

"GOOD LUCK SARGE."

Flicking my homemade jammer online, aiming the ship down into the ripped door, a being that could wrap around the keiber belt back home rushed out. Tentacles, blades, black fire, in general it'd take two more shots before it's probably return to the void.

But none of that was my problem, dropping down into the Void.

[liminalpebble]

Hi, lovely! 💕 I’d like to request a drabble featuring Magnus. Perhaps a smutty one? I’ll leave all the details up to you.

(You cannot convince me that boy isn’t a freak! He’s likely got some tricks that would make even Blanche Devereaux herself blush.)

Hello my love! Thank you for being a friend!

By sheer luck I did a raunchy as fuck Magnus fic not too long ago based on a brilliant prompt from @muddyorbs.

Her request was to put Magnus and OFC on a mission together and he finds a little vibe in her suitcase and things get spicy. It's a very hostile fucky situation and I imagine our girl as a Lisbeth Salander type because my queer little heart is in love with her too. Anyway, I hope this pleases your inner Blanche as you reach for the cheesecake.

Much love, '

Peb

Magnus Martinsson fanfic, Magnus Martinsson x OFC, smut!, one shot, enemies to lovers (well...fuckers?), hostile but very consensual fucking, Minors DNI

Word count: about 3000 (sorry...bit of a honker. Worth it. I promise).

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Bullets

Mara rolled her black-lined eyes when the call from Wallander came in. “Mara, are you still freelancing? We really need a tech wizard on this one.”

“Cute euphemism, Kurt...points for flattery. You need a hacker who will do the dirty work so your little lapdog techie can keep his hands clean while micromanaging me.”

Wallander sighed, and quipped sarcastically, “Why, yes, Mara, I'm doing very well, thanks. How are you today? Still your charming self, I see. By the way, you're on speaker. ” He looked across the conference table to where Martinsson (said lapdog techie) was glaring at his superior for putting him in this situation yet again.

Mara's eyes scanned around her tiny apartment full of computer equipment and old band tee shirts piled in an ever-increasing mound of black cotton. In her own mind, she'd named it Mount Doom. “Oh you know, Kurt, living that rich girl high life,” she replied in a prickly tone, toking on the remains of a joint from the night before. “And whose fault is it that I'm on speaker, hm? Really. You should know better by now.” She blew smoke out in a resigned exhale, “Alright Wallander, tell that minion of yours I'm in. I'm sure he'll be delighted.”

Kurt raised his voice. “His name is Magnus, or Detective Martinsson and I'd appreciate it if you stop calling him 'lapdog' or 'minion' especially to his face as you seem rather fond of doing...”

“Alright Kurt, see you tomorrow,” she said interrupting his lecture to end the conversation.

“Charming,” Magnus groaned.

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“The same room?” Mara said, with an air of annoyance, hauling her bags up the hill to the rundown Motorlodge.

Martinsson sighed and said with an edge of frustration, “Yes Mara, the same room. We can't work together from different rooms.”

“Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot, minion! I know that, but I thought that at least when we're taking shifts we'd have our own space to rest. It could be days! It would have been nice if the police department had sprung at least for adjoining rooms. I'd even tolerate sharing a bathroom with you if...”

Magnus stopped in his tracks, putting a hand up so she nearly stumbled directly into him. “Can you please, please not do this? I'm just here to do my job, just like you are. Can we try not to be at each other's throats?” As he said it she couldn't help looking at his throat, that pretty pale neck and sharp jawline she'd love to suck on and bite and make him moan while...

“Mara!” he barked, snapping her out of her lurid daydream.

“Okay...fucking hell. Okay,” she said, shouldering past him to enter the little 70's time capsule of a room. He fortified himself with a deep breath, stepping into her wake.

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“Well,” she said, between sips from the paper cup, “At least the Bates Motel has a pretty decent coffee machine.”

They both laughed and smiled to each other, faces bathed in the blue glow of computer screens; a rare truce. They had set up efficiently, both very good at their jobs and surprisingly good at working together despite the personality clashes.

“See?”

“See what?” Mara asked, sitting forward to scan the screen.

Magnus put a finger on her chin to turn her face towards him instead. “See how nice it can be when we actually just have a pleasant cup of coffee together and work?”, he elaborated. It was adorable, she had to admit...those big innocent blue eyes and golden curls making him look like a particularly naive, hopeful and, possibly stupid, angel. But from his work and credentials, she knew he was far from idiotic; just sweet, gullible, optimistic. And as he was staring at her with that sweet dumb incredibly handsome face, it just made her inexplicably angry, like his kindness was some kind of trick.

She shrugged, and took a sip to avoid looking at him, then stated, “Their hard drives will take hours to clone. It's a waiting game for now.” She yawned and cracked her knuckles, stretching up from the uncomfortable chair to flop onto the tacky paisley comforter. A sliver of orange glow from the setting sun slid between the heavy curtains, illuminating her body, and Magnus couldn't help but notice that like that, in this wash of golden hour light, she really was very pretty. Yet, for some inexplicable reason Mara seemed almost determined not to be, with her prickly personality and tent-like clothes hiding her rather nice curves. What a shame he thought.

Magnus took the opportunity to move too, rising to his feet and stretching his long arms over his head. Mara peeked at him with one surreptitiously open eye to drink in the sharp dips and muscle of his lower belly and hips as his shirt raised, ever so slightly, to show skin. Why does he have to have the body of a fucking Greek god? Jesus Christ. Eyes wondering south, hoping to catch a glimpse of the rather generous outline in his pants, she saw where his service revolver was strapped to him in a shocking interruption of black metal and leather. It didn't suit such a soft, posh, pretty boy to be toting around a gun like some cowboy. Having come from a wealthy suburb, Martinsson could never understand the grip of fear firearms held on poor neighborhoods like hers. She didn't like guns, and she didn't like the criminals or the cops who didn't seem to mind using them liberally in her childhood neighborhood while everyone else was caught in the crossfire.

“Do you have to wear that thing?” Mara asked, gesturing to the holster. “It's only me. I'm like a foot shorter than you and you could probably kill me with your bare hands if you wanted. Are there bullets in it now?”

Magnus turned to her, eyes soft and considerate. “Well, yes. It's part of the job. We have to wear them at all times on the clock and they have to be loaded. And it's not you I'm afraid of, Mara,” he said, sitting beside her on the bed, looking at his hands. “It's you I need to be ready to protect if things go south.”

Mara turned to perch on her elbow and look up at him, genuinely swooning for a second before she recovered hastily, coating it with sarcasm. “Awww...my hero. This is why they call you The Prince Charming of Ystad? And I know damn well you're afraid of me.”

“Not afraid...annoyed. Are you allergic to having a single genuine moment of humanity between us? What have I ever done to you?” he huffed sounding wounded, and standing up again to pace.

She groaned, standing up to face him, admitting to herself that she had been especially hard on him, and she couldn't even be entirely sure why (or at least, she wouldn't admit why, not even to herself). “Look, Magnus, I'm sorry, really.”

“Really?” he said cautiously, distrustful and surprised.

“Yeah..yeah, really. I've been such a bitch to you.”

As Magnus spotted the unprecedented chink in her armor, it set off the explosion of a tirade. It finally released itself from his mouth after brewing for months and he was powerless to stop it. “Listen. I don't know why you're like this, Mara, really I don't. I haven't done a bloody thing to deserve this, neither has Kurt.”

Mara felt a little fizzle of fear at the mounting growl in his voice, and she felt a little ashamed, but also aroused. It was deeply confusing.

“I wasn't socialized enough as a puppy. Why the fuck do you think, pretty boy? You're cops. I don't like cops. I don't like what you stand for...your mindless conformity...”

Magnus' voice rose, “Did it occur to you that some of them, Kurt and I for example, chose this life to protect people? Because we care about people, even people like you who hate us. And I'm not saying you don't have a good reason to hate the police, but you don't have to hate us. We're on your bloody side. And...and you think you're so clever and rebellious with your bitch act and your black hair dye....and and...your edgy jewelry,” he continued, reaching down to her open bag where there was an unusual silver necklace, with a heavy bullet for a pendant. He lifted it saying, “Oh so you don't like guns and bullets, but you'll wear them to look oh so cool and fashionable? What a fucking hypocrite...”

Mara was thunderstruck (and frankly excited) by his anger but the end of his little speech made her want to laugh hysterically. He had no idea that what he was holding was a state-of-the-art vibrator, beautifully designed to multitask as a piece of jewelry styled after an actual bullet. She thwarted her chuckle to say simply, “Please put that back. It was expensive.”

Magnus blinked in confusion, as if slapped by her unexpected response. As he moved to put it back, one of his long fingers fumbled around it, accidentally pressing a hidden button. As he dropped it back on top of her bag of toiletries, it began to buzz. The detective narrowed his eyes, mouth agape as the gears turned in his lovely head. “Is...is your necklace...vibrating. Holy shit...is that a...”. His broad Cheshire cat smile unfurled across his face, as he began to chuckled in long breathy laughs.

Now it was her turn to be angry...not to mention mortified. She darted her hand out to switch it off, crossed her arms, and stormed to the other side of the room. “Oh this is rich,” he purred out in his deep delicious voice. “Why did you bring that? And when on earth did you expect to have the time and privacy to use it?”

She yelled, “That's none of your business! And I thought we'd have separate rooms.”

He moved closer, now standing directly in front of her. She felt that looking into his bright eyes might sear her like a laser, so she settled for looking forward at his chest. Then his long soft fingers, tucked themselves under her chin, raising her eyes to his, as he asked in a deep intimidating voice, “Mara, why did you really bring that with you?”

Fuck. She could see why he was so good at interrogations. This is the kind of man it was no use lying to. She sputtered, “Be...because I know it might be a few days and...”

“And?” he prompted, taking a step closer.

She fumbled nervously, “And...and...because I knew I'd be trapped with you strutting around with your perfect fucking body and your pretty fucking face and your sweet fucking disposition, and I'd have to take care of myself if I wanted to think straight...okay?”

His smile dropped even as the heat of excitement coursed through his body. Magnus could see she was flustered, defenses down, nearly to the point of tears. Finally it occurred to him; so this is why she was so mean, so prickly and defensive towards him... because she liked him so much. She was harboring a hopeless school girl crush and assumed all of his kindness towards her...his goodness...was some kind of joke to mock her. She ignored the reality that he paid attention to her because he liked her too. She excited and intrigued him, but that all turned to bitter frustration that she would never let him near her. He just kept encountering all that barbed wire around her and finally quit trying to breach it...until now.

“Mara,” he said her name reverently like a prayer, in a low gentle whisper, full of empathy and kindness. He moved his hand from where it still was propped under her chin, to cradle her face. Neither of them could say who moved first as they crashed together, but before they knew it they were latched onto each other's hot mouths, kissing, licking, biting, barely able to breathe and neither of them minded.

He moved to her neck, sucking it hungrily then growled into her ear, “You think that little gadget could hold a fucking candle to me?”. She moaned in response, sliding her shaking fingers to begin unbuttoning his shirt while he worked at his pants and his holster. He was peeled out in moments, looking absolutely mouthwatering in nothing but his underwear. Mara tore her shirt and bra off over her head, then pressed the swell of her breasts against his firm torso, while her lips rejoined his. Her leg swung around his waist as she licked up his throat, bit his earlobe playfully and said, “Pull my hair. Call me a bitch again...”

He was panting as he said, “I...didn't call you a bitch...I said it was a 'bitch act'...”.

She gathered his curls between her fingers and tugged while she bit at his lovely throat, drawing a nearly-pornographic moan from the young cop. “I said, call me a bitch, you pedant.”

It was adorable, how he struggled to get the word out. He was the type of well-bred man who had trouble calling a woman anything other than “Miss”, which made it even hotter when his eyes darkened and his mouth twisted as he growled out, “You delicious bitch” and wrapped his big hand around her ponytail, yanking sharply. She was grinding against he thick erection, teasing him, desperate for him, until he stopped her with a bruising grip on her hips and met her eyes. “You called me a lapdog, huh? Well, there's only one lap I'm interested in being in,” he said in a velvety purr as he tugged her pants and panties off of her, pushing her onto the bed completely naked, as he snaked between her legs, biting and sucking ravenously at the soft flesh of her inner thighs, breath ghosting against her soaked pussy. She wove her fingers into his hair with surprising gentleness as she sighed and writhed while he kissed his way up.

When he licked the first firm line up her slit she arched her back and gasped out, “Holy fuck,” while he chuckled against her skin and she could feel his smile.

“Mmmm...you're even more delicious than I imagined,” he confessed, and the idea of him jacking off, thinking about this only aroused her more.

He began to suck delicately on her clit and swirl his tongue, bringing her close to the brink in mere moments. She lifted his head gently and said, “Wait...wait.”

His big, bright eyes met hers, solicitous and concerned as he panted out, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah...yeah amazing,” she said, smiling, “I just want to come on your cock. I want to feel you inside.”

“Oh darling...” he purred as he crawled farther up the bed to kiss her, sharing her own taste with her. He stood up for a moment to slide his boxers off, revealing his cock (which was just as gorgeous as the rest of him), stroking it lightly in one big hand. “Jesus Christ,” she gasped when she saw it, big and flushed with a tantalizing drip of precum. She crawled over to him and taking it into her mouth hastily, dying to savor it. He groaned in ecstatic surprise at the feeling of her hot mouth around him, her clever tongue caressing the hard length. He combed his hand through her hair, chuckling softly, teasing, “eager, are we darling?”

“Shut up and fuck me you cocky little shit,” she barked out playfully, making them both smile. “Prove to me that that little trinket will never satisfy me again, detective.”

He pinned her on her back, caging her between his strong arms, “Cocky, yes....little...well, my dear, I think we both know that's just a bit inaccurate.” His tone changed as he settled between her legs, and his hand stroked her cheek gently. He asked, “You're okay? This is okay?”

“Yes...please...just go in slowly?”

He nodded.

Magnus eased in gently, as they both gasped at the decadent feeling of his cock inside her slick, warm walls, adjusting to each other. “Mmmm. God...yes,” she purred, stroking his sharp cheekbone with her soft little hand. Meeting his eyes she said, “Magnus?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Now, please, fuck me like a whore.”

It rough and relentless as Magnus drove into her again and again while her legs clamped tight around him, calves bouncing on the muscular curve of his ass as he moved. The wave of both of their orgasms crashed quickly and simultaneously as they rode it out, making a mess of the old duvet, and collapsing naked against each other, spent and smiling. Mara massaged Mangus' head as he rested it against her breasts. He trailed little pecks along the soft skin, sighing contentedly. She peeked over his lovely golden fleece to see where the blue-glowing monitors were still reporting their downloads in progress with lots of time to go. Idly she said, “Looks like this is going to take longer than we thought.”

“Oh no, whatever shall we do in the meantime,” Magnus chimed in from where he had begun lapping his tongue over her tits, as they both laughed in an all encompassing high of relief.

@smolvenger @goblingirlsarah I can't think who else might like this one, but feel free to share!

[specksizedgoddess]

I love how easily the pathetic buggirl gives up any sense of being a person. Like she could be making her hair in the morning (she has plans!) but all that's tossed aside when some girl has morning wood and just picks up the bug without a second thought and uses her vibrating, moaning body as a vibe--an entire buggirl with plans and aspirations is just nothing but a toy, all because a girl got horny? And when you're all used up, nothing but girlcum dripping from her taint into a porcelain coffin, your thanks? you get piss and what could hardly be called a kiss blown from her pucker, discarded, just a thing meant for one morning that she'll forget by next week. How pathetic.

Anyways, come over here, toy, I'm horny and am too lazy to walk over there to pick you up. That's right, you'd march yourself over to me knowing what I'm going to do to you, you depraved, needy thing.

~🐍💜 *kiss kiss, snugglebug, hope your week gets better*

AHFHSHHSHDHSD GOSH <33333

You're so, so right~ in just a few seconds I'd give it all, every little bit of my existance up just to be a one-time use toy... something to use and forget, eagerly moaning about how little I am compared to you while you drown me out with moans- all those plans completely abandoned just to be a good toy for my superiors~

And its a fate well deserved, really... I kow exactly what'll be left of me when my owner has her fun, when all thats left is a cum and piss stained moaning mess...

I'd eagerly march towards you... blushing and stumbling into the palm of your hand, eagerly awaiting instruction- I'm not a person at all, and never have been ;3

*mwah!!! I hope you're doing well, hun <333*

[southern-god1]

The Irish Pet

The sound of cheers filled the air. Yelling, booing, and cheering of all types filled the air, along with a pungent smell of sweat. Two men stood on a stage. Well, one stood. The other was sprawled on the canvas, groaning. 

Dash Wilder stood, hands on his hips, smirking with pride as he stood over his defeated opponent. The 5'10, 223-pound wrestler from North Carolina grinned as he stood over his defeated opponent, a Yankee from up north, somewhere in New Jersey. He raised his arms triumphantly, flexing his massive beefy muscles. He knew he was better than this dumb Yankee, but he still extended a hand to help him up, before he made his exit back to his room, the screams of his fans all around him filling him with pride. Dash was superior to his opponents, but he wasn't cruel. He enjoyed beating them, but it wouldn't be right to kick them while they were down. 

As Dash made his way into his dressing room, he heard someone calling his name. While that wasn't unusual (Dash had lots of fans, after all), the accent definitely was. And that it was getting closer. As Dash made his way into dressing room, stepping inside, the yelling got louder. He stuck his head out and saw someone running down the hallway toward his room. He stepped inside, about to call security, when the person ran into his room, slamming the door. Not knowing who the hell this person was or why they were in his dressing room, and not wanting to take any chances, Dash decided to act. By the time the little man had turned around, the only thing he saw was Dash's mighty fist coming straight at his head...

Corey woke up with a massive headache. His nose felt weird, and he tasted copper where he had been bleeding from his nose into his mouth. Yet there was a band aid on his injured nose, and the blood had apparently been wiped off. Corey opened his eyes to see a massive pair of boots in front of him. He looked up, seemingly a very long way up, at his idol and favorite wrestler on the planet. Dash Wilder, real name Daniel Wheeler, from Asheville, North Carolina. The Southern wrestling stud was one of the hottest men Corey had ever seen. He was muscular and beefy, massive, and mighty, a colossal stud who deserved all the adoration Corey could give him, and more. He had snuck past security and then made a beeline for his idols dressing room. The next thing he knew, he was waking up on the floor. Why was - oh...Dash had punched him. Even though he was hurting, Corey was honored he had been touched by Dash, even if was being punched in the face. Dash's dark brown eyes looked down at him, and he spoke.

"So, your name is Corey? Looked at your wallet while you were passed out - sorry, was looking for someone to call to come take care of you."

Dash's Southern accent made Corey melt a little inside, and it took him a second to process what he had said.

"Oh, um, uh, yes sir! I'm Corey! I'm so sorry sir, I just wanted to meet you in person!"

Dash didn't seem angry. He seemed pleased, almost. 

"Heh, I already gathered that from you screaming my name and running into my dressing room. I thought about calling security, but I thought...if he's crazy enough to try to break into my dressing room, I kinda wanna meet him. Plus, I wanted to make sure you don't sue me for punching you in the face."

"Sue you? What? No! I'd never sue you, your my favorite wrestler! I shouldn't have broken into your dressing room. Sorry sir..."

Dash smiled. 

"Heh, I guess I can forgive you, little guy."

Corey blushed furiously, turning bright red. Dash grinned.

"When you’re a professional wrestler, everyone seems like a little guy!"

He thought for a moment. 

"That's an interesting accent ya got there lil guy. Where are ya from?"

"Ireland, sir! I came all the way across the Atlantic to see you, and I'm still so glad I did!"

Dash grinned.

"Heh, Ireland? Didn't know you guys watched wrestling over in Ireland!"

Corey blushed again. 

"I--I-I didn't just find out about you through wrestling..."

Dash smirked, seemingly knowing where this was going. He had a surprising number of fans who found him incredibly hot, and judging by the bulge in his pants, Corey was definitely one of those fans. Dash decided to humor the little guy. He flexed his massive beefy biceps, standing tall over Corey, and smirked a cocky smirk. This usually had the desired effect on those fans, and Corey certainly seemed happy. He was even more erect than before and mouthing something inaudible to himself. 

"Heh, like what ya see lil guy?"

"YES SIR!"

Dash grinned and bounced his big beefy hairy pecs, and watched as Corey shuddered with pleasure, a groan escaping from him and a small stain forming on his pants. Dash had an idea. 

"Heh, I'm happy you like me so much Corey. What if you could be my little guy forever? Mine, to keep, to get to see me like this forever, be my puny cheerleader."

Corey seemed confused for a moment, but then he grew extremely excited. 

"YES, YES, YES! I would love that!"

Dash chuckled. Evidently, he had thought about this before. 

"Heh, alright lil guy. Here goes nothing..."

Dash's eyes flashed a bright red, then blue, then a soft white, before returning to their normal brown color. Corey began to tingle all over, and Dash seemed to grow even bigger and bigger compared to Corey. The 5'10" wrestler looked as though he was closer to 500 feet tall now, looming over Corey like a walking mountain of beef. Corey was both incredibly excited and freaked out, eyes wide in both awe and bewilderment, and maybe more than a little fear too. Dash smirked down at his new pet, grinning. 

"Don't worry lil leprechaun. I won't hurt ya, as long as you serve me right. You're my little Irish pet and worshipper now."

Dash's voice boomed like thunder with a Southern accent, his mere voice almost sending Corey to his knees at this size. Dash reached down with a meaty paw and plucked up Corey, his huge warm hand effortlessly engulfing his Irish pet and bringing him up to his handsome bearded face. 

"You belong to me now, but don't worry. I take good care of my pets! Of course, you have to take care of me as well...I'm pretty damn tired. How bout you massage my muscles, show me what your capable of."

Walking to a couch, he sat, and with a yelp, Corey fell down atop Dash's massive beefy pecs. His pecs were more like hills of muscle and beef, slick with his sweat, and the musk filled Corey's nostrils; a strong, heady, manly musk that both excited Corey and made him feel kind of dizzy. Corey, not knowing what else to do, got down on his hands and knees and began to massage the huge beefy pec...

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Dash stomped over to his dressing room table and bent down to pull off a boot. He reached into the boot and plucked Corey out of his smelly boot, where Corey had been lovingly worshipping his huge foot. Corey had been Dash's pet for a little over a month now and had quickly come to love his new life. Dash sat Corey on the table. The tiny Irishman pouted, knowing his colossal wrestling god was about to leave him. 

"Aww, don't be like that lil guy. I'll be back in a few minutes. Probably a knock-out in the first round!"

"Yes sir..."

Corey's tone was less than enthusiastic. He was never happy about having to be separated from Dash, but at least he could watch the fight and cheer his master on, even if he couldn't hear his puny Irish pet. 

Dash smiled and used a finger to pat Corey on the head. 

"Don't worry lil guy, when I get back, you can crawl all over me, lick every drop of sweat off of me. How's that sound?"

Corey brightened a bit, and Dash smiled and strode out, eager to dominate. 

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And another commission done, for @inanimatetffantasies, a fellow macrophile and master TFer. Thanks for the commission!

[cardinaldante]

Greetings siblings of the church. I want to kill myself. Papa Copia needed my help on something, and Jacob awnsered the door completely by accident. Papa Copia was very suprised about this, and I wanted to jump out of my room's window. I got dressed after that and quickly walked Jacob to the door.

When I got back to Papa Copia, Papa Terzo and Aether had joined him. Papa Terzo congratulated me for getting Jacob in my bed, but Papa Copia said something in Italian, and they started yelling back and forth at each other. I left them there and slipped away to my office with Aether. Aether congratulated me as well, and I embarrassingly told him that we just slept in bed together, nothing else happened. He only just grinned at me, and I got started on my work. There would be a feildtrip for the children tommorow that I'd be going on. I asked Aether if he would come with us and he told me as my personal ghoul, he'd have to- if only to make sure I didn't do anything as stupid as this morning. I punched him gently, and he told me he'd eat me the next time I punched him. I called his bluff and he just laughed at me.

Papa Copia came to my office an hour later, and told me that while he was proud of me for corrupting a priest, please tell him whenever I decided to bring a friend over. I glanced between him and Aether, and he blushed and told me he could just ground me. I quickly disagreed, and asked what brought him here. He told me that Father DeFroque was wanting to associate with us- which was suprising, as the last father of the church hated us, and it was Jacob and his father who smoothed over relationships with us.

To hear that he wanted to associate with us... It was a little unnerving. It was nice! We'd been waiting forever, but DeFroque wanted to come along with us to the field trip tommorow, which meant Papa Terzo was coming with us. I asked why he couldn't- after all, we didn't want Papa Terzo flirting with anyone from the church- and he told me Omega would be sent to keep an eye on Terzo. He also told me that since Father DeFroque was okay with speaking with me, he'd be making me the liaison for now- as long as I was okay with it, and as him as second.

Papa Copia tells me he doesn't trust Father DeFroque enough to have me alone in the room with him, and since I had a horrible reaction last time both I and Aether were on church grounds together- something he had noticed and told me that he would look deeper into it with Phil- he'd be going with me the next few times I had to go to the church to talk to DeFroque.

I asked him if he had any clues to what happened- and he just frowned and shrugged, not awnsering my question. He asked if I was going to be okay with some extra work, and I told him I would be fine with it as long as it wasn't too much. He agreed it wouldn't be, heard someone call his name, and excused himself. I worked and texted Jacob all day before finally getting bored and heading to the ghouls wing to see Phantom. I ran into a couple of siblings my age, and although they were awkward around me, and I was around them( I was technically their superior), they invited me to a party Friday. One of them mentioned there would be drinks, and while Aether did huff, I agreed to come. If only to sample some drinks and make sure everyone was drinking responsibly. I asked if I could invite my boyfriend, and they were very suprised that I had a boyfriend.

We talked for a long while about relationships(I had to explain gently that no, Papa Terzo wasn't lying when he said the clitorus was a real thing, if was a real thing that girls had), and about how they could become Cardinals like me. They asked if I was going to tell the Papa's about the Party, and I told them that I wouldnt tell a soul. I left after that and ran to Phantoms room, and Aether told me that I shouldn't go to the party, as I was underage, and I shouldn't drink and-

I kinda gave up listening and crossed my arms. I told him that while, yes, I was underage, this was the Satanic church, and wasn't we supposed to do stupid things? Besides, I wasn't going to really drink. All I was going to do was make sure the others didn't. Phantom said that it was a great idea, and that he'd get drunk for me. Aether hit him on the head hard, and they started arguing about the party. Siblings, I'm still going to the party. Aether can't stop me at this point. Besides, him and the Papa's always complain I don't act like a teenager much. Isn't this how teens act?

Let me break up this fight between Phantom and Aether before blood begins to be spilled or Omega's called. I don't need to get yelled at by him too. He's more scarier than Aether.

[fireonthatcruiser]

Armitage Hux X reader

A/N: it's my first fic here on Tumblr! I hope you enjoy! Sorry for any grammar or lexical mistakes!

Inspiration: "Minefields" by Faouzia and John Legend

Those icy blue eyes looking far away into the Space. I'm staring at you in awe. Stars, you're so perfect. Those red hair of yours. I'd give everything to touch them.

You looked at me just for a second looking for an answer to your unknown question like it is in this room. Then you looked again at me.

"And what are you looking at, officer?" You ask so coldly.

Any other person would be terrified but not me. Not of you.

"I'm looking at you, general. You're indeed a very capable leader and I look up to you." I said.

You turn away with frown. What did I do?

I hear you giving orders to some other officers. Then you're slowly coming towards me.

"Officer." You say.

I hate when someone calls me that. But you, you could call me a trash can and it would still sound like a perfect compliment.

"Officer!" You repeat.

"Yes, general. Sorry." I say quickly.

"Come with me." You say.

I almost jump from happiness and rush after you.

Soon we reach your office.

"What's your name, officer?" You ask.

"It's Y/N, sir."

"So, officer Y/N, you should-..." You're saying something but I don't care because all I hear is you saying my name.

"Officer?" You ask again.

"I'm really sorry for my behaviour, general." I say blushing.

You stare at me. I could drown in those eyes of yours.

"Officer, I have an impression that you might have certain type of feelings for me, your superior, that aren't appropriate." You say.

I stare at you. I feel like I would start crying here and now.

"General, I think you are very mistaken. I simply look up to you. I believe that The First Order will win this war only with your guidance, sir." I lie.

Cruel lie. I can't tell you the truth. Not now, Armie. I'm sorry.

"I understand, officer. That is indeed a relief because other way I would have have you relocated and I do not wish to loose as good worker as you." you say

"If that's all, general, I'll go back to my work." I say.

"You're dismissed, officer Y/N." You say causing my heart to shatter.

When I'm walking through the halls after leaving your office I let my tears come out. I'm crying, Armitage. But I will never give up. Even when you cannot be mine anymore I need you close. My love, I'll risk everything to be close to you. I mean it. It hurts that you don't remember who I am but it was the only way to keep you safe. I walked through minefields to get you once and I'm ready to do that again even if the road seems more difficult and longer. It doesn't matter. I just need to be close to you.

[amiharana]

NO BC IMAGINE choir kid link vs theater kid revali..

imma need to know the parameters for this one because i was a choir kid and in my high school that was basically the same thing. do u know how many choir kids got converted into theater freaks when our show choir did a hamilton medley for the choir show? yorktown had everyone by the throat ✋😭

what does 'choir kid' entail in this context. like is link in a standing choir or a show choir? because then it makes a little more sense if he's in a standing choir and then attends the school play where revali is one of the leads for fuckin um. Once on This Island idk, and (1) is very interested in the performance of singing and dancing at the same time because it's def more fun than a standing choir that only sings technical pieces, and (2) does revali. does revali um. does he get to kiss people on stage often. like is that a thing that the theatre kids do often, do they do musicals where the characters kiss. does revali kiss boys by any chance, like romantically. hey when's the next play and do they have a sign-up sheet or like, wait zelda come back—

i'd like to propose choir kid link x orchestra kid revali 👁️ i once had an ex-choir-kid-turned-orchestra-kid friend who insisted that orchestra was superior to choir because their skills were reliant on manipulating an instrument to sound beautiful and that singing/dancing wasn't impressive at all. me personally i don't put down other people like that, but i've always admired those who play instruments and have always been really cool with orchestra kids :] but revali kinda reminds me of that friend. canonically, revali is very proud of his skill with a bow so i think it's kinda fitting if he were proud of his skill with like. a violin or a flute or some shit LOL

orchestra kid revali beefing with choir kid link because he thinks playing instruments is more impressive than screaming at the top of your lungs on a stage like a maniac lol...... except he was totally into link's solo parts as orpheus when they did "wait for me" in their hadestown medley for the choir show. when their school's orchestra and choir decide to do a collaborative show, revali sours at the idea of collaborating with the choir but then remembers that link is in choir and then perks up. teba calls him out immediately for that 😭

idk just choir and orchestra doing a tech rehearsal and revali almost messes up his part by falling behind the tempo because he's just so enamored by how pretty link's voice is 🤭🤭🤭 and link being nervous and wanting to sing well because revali is watching him like a hawk <333 link and revali practicing extra hard so they can impress each other during the show <333 and after the final show, urbosa brings flowers for the performers as a congratulations but instead she shoves one bouquet into revali's arms and says, "go to him. i know you want to." and winks.

(revali will yell and squawk at her for it, but he takes the bouquet and stalks away to the dressing rooms to where link is, knocking on his dressing room door softly, suddenly feeling shy. when link comes out looking at him with wide eyes, revali offers the flowers and tells him "you performed well." link will take the flowers and blush, then look back at revali and say, "you did too." and they're just staring and blushing at each other in the hallway, until more choir kids exit the dressing room and break the silence. they ooh and aah and giggle over link's new flowers, teasing him and revali, to which revali snipes and link blushes brighter, but they look at each other again and give each other shy smiles. they could get used to this :>)

[missamyrisa2]

Seeing these wonderful teases puts me in such a lee mood that I've never felt before, that being said I'm pretty well known in my circle of friends for being the stoic guy that never laughs at anything. No jokes or weak attempts at tickling me ever do the trick. Say, however, I found myself spread eagle on a table, how would you be able to break my stoicism? and maybe even get my friends to become a gang of merciless lers?

Oooh ~ I adore a stoic tough guy that thinks ticklish laughs aren't going to get the better of him ~ makes it such a fun challenge, and in my experience, makes your giggles ever so much more squeaky and giggly~

Hmmm~ maybe we'll call this giggle milking ~! Oh yes, you spread all snug on my purple massage table. The sweet scents invade your nostrils as I pace about, the cuteness of my floral outfit filling your eyes with girlish design ~ how silly, the idea that this would somehow be torture, that you could be made to laugh. "Oh, I'd save your strength~" I muse, seeing you try to test the restraints. "You're quite comfy there, and we're not going anywhere until I get what I want from you~" I suddenly crawl up onto the table, spreading my fingers wide showing you an impressive span of nails~ "And I always get what I want from boys who think themselves tough~" I start wriggling my fingers in claw-like motions, making threatening gestures towards your upper body. "Mmmhm. Act like it doesn't bother you. Struggle. Be confident. Fight it off. That's right~" I grin and shake my head slowly, studying your every reaction and expression. My index fingers poke and stroke lightly at your biceps. "That doesn't tickle, does it? Nooo~" I follow your trembles, working around the curvatures of your arms, tracing the veins and testing each muscle with feather-like strokes and rubs.

"Fight. Struggle~" I repeat, nodding at your tight-lipped countenance. My blue eyes glow through my glasses as I asses every part of your body. My hair starts to fall in my face and I don't push it away, my concentration on your body can't be shaken. My fingers work together inward, tracing your collar now. "No ticklish boy here. Not at all. You won't be giggling and pleading for mercy, nuh-uh." I work to your neck with one hand, drawing up and down as my other hand begins probing an armpit. "Work those muscles. So tough. So mmmacho!" I crinkle my nose in contempt at your stoicism, working around, down your ribs to draw nails along each one and each gap. One hand picks up a feather from the table and uses the tip to test each chest button. "Boy buttons. Two of them. And you're not sensitive huh? Don't get a little snickery when a girl plays with your nipples? Nooo, that's not for you. You're a tough little boy cookie. You don't crumble." I scoot back and let the feather trace into your navel, dipping in and out. I stroke my fingers on your taut belly, feeling around for every twitch I can find. "Such a pretty tummy. Are you a pretty boy? Mmm? What, you don't like being called that? I see some blushes. Gorgeous body. Mmhmm. Lovely form, amazing figure. Quite the guy~ fight it, fight off my words ~ they're just words and yet your cheeks are getting so pink. I think you want to giggle. I think you're a ticklish boy. You wanna know how I know?"

I cackle, bringing my tickly fingers full bore into your sides, attacking every spot I had been carefully cataloging - and avoiding. With a sneer I skitter my nails up your ribs and across your nipples to flick them earnestly before digging into your underarms. I bounce with you on the table. "Tickles by exclusion! That's what got ya~ Silly boy. Now I'm gonna milk every giggle from you mmmhmm~" I show how I can make you thrash with one hand as the other rests on my waist, my superior smirk beaming down. I scoot back further and play with your hips, rubbing them with my thumbs, sliding fluffy makeup brushes on each hip dip to make you really dance. "And oh yes, I didn't forget about these feet~! Go ahead giggle boy, mr tough pants, show me how impervious you are!" I snicker and turn around, giving you an ample show of my bouncing tush and wide feet as I merrily start drawing my nails up and down your soles, digging under each toe, prying them apart to play with the webbing between~ my teasing voice carries over as I delight in your brokenness. "Aww, so close too~! You almost made it huh? Now you have to give me alll those giggles, yep~ I'm taking every one of them!" I cackle again and start placing feathers between each toe before raking my nails maniacally along your soles ~ teasing every wrinkle and curve I can find. "Coochie cooooo~!" I sing out, working your body and teasing you endlessly with mine ~

And with you all giggle milked, you feel the restraints loosen. I'm over you again, smiling down brightly as I tap your wrists. "You're free to go my tough giggle cookie~" I can barely hold back a growing grin and you know I'm up to something but still hop off the table and consider the options. Two steps into your exit, the door flings open and a collection of shadows fall over your body through the harsh light. Footsteps approach, and you realize the room they emerge from was facing this one through a two-way mirror. Familiar faces enter the light, with unfamiliar smiles. Your friends are wearing the smiles of newly inspired ticklers. And they've been watching the whole show. I put my hands on my waist and smile with such satisfaction. "Take him~" I command, and watch as your friends descend to wrestle and tickle you to absolute bits with my demonstration in mind~ very quickly you are pinned with legs on your arms, a smiling face looking down with hands stroking your neck and underarm. Two bodies plop on your legs, one facing your belly and another your feet for endless attention on those areas. I stroll about, handing out makeup brushes and feather dusters ~ dipping down occasionally to insert a feather into your pants or between a toe. Phones light up around you as those who can't tickle yet are taking photos and videos, telling you "Smile cutie! Oh wait~" laughing at your plight ~ and to seal your ticklish fate I equip one of your friends with my supple paintbrush and paint, and direct them to label you as a cute ticklish boy right across your belly and chest in looping pink letters~<3

[sunkoi]

hi there! i'd like to make a request for my fav train boy enmu, he doesnt get enough attention imho and i feel like your blog is the perfect place for this! (ps. i love your blog!! x3)

so i was thinking: he and his female s/o (who is a demon) go to the infinity castle for some errands and there they meet douma. douma saw them hand in hand and heard enmu shower his s/o with compliments, so he starts teasing them like "aww look at you two, youre so cute together" and other similar things. this gets on enmus nerves a bit but he doesnt say anything because douma is his superior and he doesnt want to get in trouble. but then douma steps closer to the s/o and starts to compliment her appearance and everything, kinda flirting with her, but he was still doing that just to make enmu more mad. at this point enmu is really angry at douma (despite trying to keep a normal expression on his face) so he grabs his s/os hand and announces that they had to leave. douma ofc laughs at this behind his handfan like "aww did poor enmu get jealous? don't worry little moon, im not going to steal your precious girlfriend from you" which makes enmu even more mad and he leads you away while douma keeps laughing. when he and his s/o are back at their house, she sees that enmu is still a bit nervous because of what happened so she decides to cheer him up with cuddles and kisses! then from here you can make it as fluffy and as lovey dovey as possible! >w<

im super sorry for the long description, i didnt think it would be this much whoopsie ^^'' but thanks a lot in advance if you find the time to write this and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Ofc! I’m glad you like my blog!

I am a huge simp for Enmu I love him so much lmao-

Enjoy!

Jealousy

You and Enmu were currently walking around the endless halls of the Infinity Castle. Enmu had just finished a mission and reported back to Muzan on his success. You wanted to tag along too so he brought you with him. Muzan didn't care since Enmu got the job done, but if he didn't that would be a different story.

Enmu suggested that you would take a little stroll before you guys left and you agreed. You both were holding hands as you walked and talked about random things.

“It’s really strange here. One minute your upside down, the next your walking sideways!” Y/n exclaimed, looking around the maze of rooms.

Enmu chuckled at your amazement.

“Indeed my sweet y/n. It’s almost hard to believe that this entire place was build by our own Lord Muzan.” Enmu replied.

“Is this place underground or something?” you asked Enmu.

Enmu thought for a moment before cracking a smile.

“I. I honestly couldn’t tell you. It’s...complicated to say where the exact location is.” he replied smiling towards you.

As you guys were walking, you noticed on how Enmu kept sneaking little glances at your face. you ignored it at first but now you were wondering what the heck he was looking at.

“What is it? Do I have something on my face?” you asked him, feeling your cheeks for anything on them.

Enmu giggled at you actions.

“There’s nothing on you face I can assure you that!” Enmu laughed.

“Then what is it?” you asked, playfully crossing your arms.

“Can’t I look at my beautiful lady without her being suspicious?” Enmu giggled, placing a hand on your head.

You got flustered at his word and your face was redder than the tips on his hair. He took this opportunity to tease the ever loving shit out of you.

“Aww, Is my y/n turning red?~ I must say it’s a lovely shade that suit you.” He teased, getting very close to your face.

You covered your flustered face with one hand and tried to push his away with the other.

“Your making me blush too much!” you whined at him.

He giggled and took you hand that was pushing him away into his, locking your fingers together and giving your hand a gentle kiss. You felt like you were going to melt away into a puddle.

“Ooo, whats going on over here?~” A voice called out from right behind you two. You look back and was met with beautiful rainbow eyes, that gave away who it was.

“Hello Douma.” Enmu greeted.

“Hello! What are you two lovebirds up to today?” Douma asked, fanning himself.

“We were just going for a walk before we left.” you replied, slowly inching to Enmu’s side.

“Aww how cute! You two look very cute together.” Douma complemented. 

“Thank you.” you shyly replied.

“Anytime! I’ts not much I get to see one of my fellow moons with a lovely lady walking around.” Douma replied, getting closer to you two.

You didn’t know what was happening or what to say so your mouth hung open a little as you scrambled to say something. Luckily, Enmu saw your reaction and stepped in.

“Indeed not many of us moons have a partner of our own.” he replied.

“Indeed Indeed. Say, your lady is really pretty Enmu! She’s got really nice eyes that go with her h/c hair.” Douma complimented, leaning down and getting close in your face.

“Thank you.” you quietly replied, face turning red from how close he was and his compliment.

“Aww, are you shy? You look cute when your shy~” Douma teased even more.

You were too embarrassed to look at Douma. He was a way higher rank than you and yet he kept teasing you and making you embarrassed. Your eyes darted towards Enmu, hoping he would have a solution. Enmu was standing there, acting like he was fine, but you knew in his mind he was thinking of multiple ways to end Douma’s “life”.

I didn’t know Enmu could get jealous. 

“All quiet now? Whats wrong? I want to see another smile on your cute little face Douma teased yet again.

This pushed Enmu to the edge. He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him.

“I think me and y/n are going to take our leave now. She’s had a long day and we’ve been here awhile.” Enmu tried to get you two out of the situation.

“What?! Already?? We were just starting a conversation.” Douma replied.

“Yes well, we should head out before the sun come up.” Enmu said, trying to walk away.

Douma stood there for a moment before he realised what was going on with Enmu. He let out a laugh behind one of his fan and wrapped his other arm around Enmu’s shoulders.

“Aww, did poor Enmu get jealous? Don’t worry little moon! I won’t steal your cute girlfriend from you.~” Douma laughed.

Enmu slipped from Douma’s arm and grabbed y/n’s hand once again and walked away. You looked back and saw Douma waving good-bye to the both of you. You gave a small wave back and continued walking with Enmu.

After walking away from Douma and making sure the both of you were out of sight from him, Enmu called for Nakime to teleport you guys back to the house you stayed during the day.

The floor opened beneath you and you both fell into it and landed on the floor of the main room # your house. You thanked her and waved good-bye to Nakime before she closed the portal door.

You look over to Enmu, who was standing beside you still, and saw that his face was a little bit calmer than it was when you were talking with Douma. You also noticed now on how tigthly he was holding your hand. It’s wasn’t hurting you but it definitely looked like your circulation was cut off from your hand.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you jealous.” You teased him with a smile.

He turned his head towards you.

“I wasn’t THAT jealous.” He tried and defended.

“Mhm, okay. Says the one who dragged me out there.” You teased.

He just gave you a look on his face showed a mixture of disappointment with a smile.

“I could tell that you were getting a little uncomfortable too y know.” He said, letting go of your hand and taking off his black coat. He was wearing a white t-shirt underneath that was tucked into his pants and overalls that sat tightly around his shoulders.

“I just don’t do good with compliments. You see how red my face gets!” You defended playfully, sitting down on the couch.

Enmu just gave you a smile and began to pace around the room. You noticed this and knew exactly what he wanted. Every time he paced around, he would wait for you to invite him to join you on the couch, or wherever you were, for a good old cuddle session. You sighed and stretched out your arms to him.

“Fine, cm’here. I made you jealous so I’ll make up for it with as many cuddles and kisses you want.” You invited.

Enmu gladly accepted you invitation and practically fell into your arms. He laid his head on your chest and wrapped his arms around your waist tight enough so you couldn’t leave. You giggled at this and started to stroke your fingers through his hair. He gave a bigger smile and melted more into your arms.

“It’s not your fault. Douma is just so comfortable around everyone.” He mumbled, your relaxing touches almost sending him to sleep.

“Yeah. I can tell.” You giggled and Enmu giggled with you.

You leaned forward to give Enmu a small peck on his cheek and leaned back. He lifted his head up towards you and stared into your eyes.

“What?” You questioned.

“If that’s your apology kiss, your going to have to try harder my dear.” He teased.

“Oh yeah? What’s an acceptable apology kiss then?” You playfully flirted.

“This.”

Before you could even react, Enmu flipped you over so that you were laying on top of his chest, and pulled you into a sloppy yet romantic kiss. You were shocked at first but kissed him back neither less. After a minute, you pulled away and Enmu giggled.

“There. That can be your apology.” He playfully responded, hugging you tighter to his chest.

You closed you eyes and relaxed into his chest. The smell of lavender and metal from the train, with a tiny faint smell of blood, was calming and made you feel secure and safe. You closed your eyes and relaxed more.

“Done.” You replied.

Enmu smiled once more before giving you a few more kisses on you cheeks, forehead and nose. You blushed and hid your face in his chest more, making him let out a giggle.

He pulled a blanket over the both of you and decided to relax with you. The rest of the day was spent with you two cuddling the day away without a worry in the world.

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