#to drag himself to the top to give himself a good life and to challenge what caused him so much agony in the first place and

[waywardsalt]

sometimes you make aus just to see how far you can push your favorite fictional little guy within the bounds of their canon characterization before they’re straight up an entirely different character

[venusbby]

haiii idk if ur doing rq but-

can u pls do bllk bois with their kids and wife🙏maybe them attending a game or going out and the public/media recognises them or something and blah blah blah they become the talk of the town cuz of their resemblance or something like that🤷‍♀️idk just a suggestion, it's entirely up to u. i just want some fluffy family moments😭

do whoever u want and can, and it's a-okay if u can't or don't wanna do it😭👍

p.s if u end up doing it can u pls give the kids names🥹

ok i'll stfu now🫶

family time !!

🍂 characters/pairings: itoshi sae, mikage reo, itoshi rin x reader (seperate ofc)

🍂 warnings: ages of the kids are not specified (sorry idk how kids work sorry), nicknames like "ma" and "mommy" and "mom" used for reader, sae is the best hubby ever, reo is spoiling his daughter left and right, rin almost curses (almost!!), mention of paparazzi in rin's part, reader tears up a little at the end of rin's part (not angst, don't worry)

🍁 note: here u go anon!!!! im so so so sorry for making you wait for so long. your idea was adorable!!! i hope this makes up for it <3333 thank you for requesting. also i don't know the first thing about kids. like i genuinely don't know what 7 year olds are like. its so funny. pls help anyways enjoy

🍁 what would it be like to have a family with.... ITOSHI SAE?

"kenji, let's stay quiet."

"but... why? it's morning."

"because your mom is sleeping, and we shouldn't disturb others when they're sleeping."

oh, how difficult it was to keep your lips pressed in a straight line and keep your breath steady— when you could clearly feel two pairs of eyes on your sleeping form. sleeping on your side while facing these two was such a challenge.

sae's voice was incredibly low as he spoke to your son, words coming out raspy from how hard he tried to avoid waking you up. the constant shuffling of your son in the middle of the bed made your hands itch with the urge to ruffle his hair, even when your eyes were closed.

you felt another shift, this time a gentle finger pushing away a strand of your hair behind your ear. you'd recognise the touch anywhere, anyhow.

"ma is really pretty." you heard kenji mumble quietly. (that too at the softest volume ever, because he listens to his father and definitely wouldn't want to interrupt your sleep.)

"she is very pretty," sae sighed, staring at your relaxed face, eyes trailing from your eyelashes to your slightly parted lips as you breathed out. "she works hard for us every day, you know?"

your eyes slightly shifted once he said that, and you hoped he didn't notice.

you heard kenji whisper to his dad. "she's not really sleeping, is she?"

he whispered back to him. "nope, we will just wait until she gives up."

you fluttered your eyes open right after. your son giggled loudly and flung himself in your embrace, dragging the sheets underneath his body along with him. sae usually made the bed afterwards, anyway. "i knew it!"

"good morning, ken." you softly kissed the top of his head, flattening down the wild strands of red hair that became messy due to his weird sleeping positions. while your son gave you a very cheerful 'good morning' back, your gaze shifted towards your husband, who was already staring at you with his lips pressed in a line which almost looked like a small smile. "good morning, sae."

"good morning. we are too smart to fall for your tricks, just so you know." sae took your hand, pressing his lips against your soft skin. "did you sleep well?"

you nodded with a sleepy smile on your face. kenji whipped up his head from your chest to look as well, and he smiled too when he realised that you had gotten the rest you deserved after your long family trip yesterday.

sae calmly shifted out of the bed. he stretched, muscles still sore from how long he had to drive the previous day. he looked back at the cute sight of the two most important people in his life, eyes softening. "hey, ken. why don't you help me cook something for ma? you know what she likes for breakfast."

"i know, let's go!"

you watched sae quietly leave the bedroom with your excited son running after him, right on his footsteps, your heart swelling with love and your face bright with a smile.

for you, this is the best way to wake up.

🍁 what would it be like to have a family with... MIKAGE REO?

"baby, are you ready yet?" reo asked.

"almost! are you both already done?"

once you wore your earrings, you swiftly turned to look at reo standing in the bedroom's doorway along with your daughter.

as expected, they were completely ready, with reo in his casual (yet obviously expensive) clothes, your lovely daughter wearing a dress which reached below her knees.

a dress that you certainly don't remember buying for her.

your eyes shifted towards the culprit.

"sora, baby, who got you this dress?" your voice was soft, yet your eyes still stayed on the male who didn't show an ounce of guilt on his pretty face.

she noticed your behaviour and sheepishly pointed to her father, her giggles barely contained.

"okay, i did.. just an hour ago." reo admitted, then looked down at sora, a pout on his face. "you promised you wouldn't say anything!"

she shook her head, running towards you. with heels on, you felt so much taller, and your little kid felt so much tinier. you lifted your hand up for a high five, which was returned by sora immediately. "that's my girl."

reo's pout deepened. he walked towards you too. "hey, i deserve a high five too, sora. didn't i play with you while your mommy was busy getting ready?"

you rolled your eyes playfully, making sure your daughter didn't see. she was in her mimicking age at the moment, you would regret it if she rolled her eyes at any and everything you or your husband said.

reo leaned in for a quick kiss that you granted him, "you look beautiful. both of you do."

"you don't look too bad yourself," you mumbled, sending him a wink, which made his heartbeat speed up. even after all these years.

reo snapped his fingers as you all left the bedroom, gaining the attention of your daughter who was focused on fiddling with the material of your jeans. he asked her in hopes that she'd remember, "what are we going to do today?"

"the ball game!"

"it's... it's called football." reo chuckled at her cuteness, letting her tiny hand slip into his as he bent down slightly to carefully walk down the stairs with her. you followed after them, making sure to check that all the lights on the top floor were off before making it downstairs.

"yeah, football! you play that, right?"

"yes, i do! my sora is so smart!"

you smiled unknowingly behind them, noticing your husband's wide grin. you knew how much it meant to him when your daughter showed interest in football. although he wanted her to decide her own likes and dislikes, he wasn't going to let her inherit a company if she didn't want to— and yes, those thoughts are pretty early on since she's still a toddler, but you know that your husband overthinks. he just wants her to like football so she can have a hobby that she likes.

reo and sora continued to walk outside hand in hand, towards the parking lot.

you called out to your husband while checking the house once more, mentally going through the things you carried in your purse just in case you missed anything. "reo, you better not let her choose one of the cars by saying eenie meenie minie mo or else—"

"too late, our ride has already been chosen!" your husband yelled happily from outside, his laugh echoing loudly as you came outside to find your daughter already seated in her favorite car of the day.

"you are so in trouble," you shook your head as you made your way to the car together. your husband shrugged, "let her have some fun, babe. and i'm absolutely fine with being in trouble." he gave you one of those smiles, earning another eyeroll.

🍁 what would it be like to have a family with... ITOSHI RIN?

"why can't they just leave us the fu- leave us alone when we're with 'kio?" rin huffed, setting down his car keys on the coffee table as you entered the house. your son was already running up the stairs and into your shared bedroom to play with his toys while you and your husband lingered behind him.

"it's alright, rin. calm down." you spoke softly, patting him on the back as you went into the kitchen for a glass of water. he followed. "i just don't get it. we deserve privacy too."

"they weren't bothering us, you know that."

"...i know." he sighed.

"in fact, i just saw an article on the way home. people are going crazy because akio has your eyes, it's so funny." you tried to lighten the mood, succeeding when rin leaned in to look at the article on your phone that you showed him.

he sighed once again, eyeing the picture of the both of you walking on the street with your son in the middle, who had an excited smile on his face while he was looking at you. "he really does have my eyes. and your hair."

you hummed and caressed rin's cheek, soothing him with your quiet voice. "it's no big deal, baby. we can handle the paparazzi."

just then, your son was rushing down the stairs again, blooming with energy from the wonderful lunch you guys had half an hour ago. "i wanna go out again!"

you watched as rin made his way over to akio, seeing him bend down to come eye to eye with the child.

rin observed akio's eyes, finding the resemblance that the public was talking about. a feeling of pride took over his heart. he ruffled the boy's hair. "we will go out again tomorrow. wanna play in the pool for now?"

"only if mom comes too!!"

rin turned his head to look at you, raising his eyebrows in question. he smiled slightly when you nodded and walked towards them.

"of course i'll come! i just need to change. why don't you and your dad go ahead?" you cooed, admiring the two sets of teal eyes that stared at you with admiration and love, akio's being much rounder and bigger than rin's. your husband hummed in agreement.

"let's go, 'kio. i'll give you your favourite floatie."

your son followed after rin as they made their way towards the pool in the backyard, rin sliding the huge glass doors aside to let more of the warm sunlight in.

you knew the pool would calm both of the boys down. it had been a long time since you enjoyed some sun as well. you grinned to yourself as you made your way upstairs to change into some swimming-appropriate clothes, making sure to take some time in order to let akio have some son and father bonding time with his dad.

they were so identical. it was as if a piece of rin was present in akio, and a piece of akio was present in rin. both of them reminded you of each other.

once you came back downstairs, you quietly sneaked a glance towards the boys outside, hearing their muffled voices.

"oh, so you want to play like this?" rin said. the grin on his face made your eyes sting ever so slightly. he splashed some water towards your laughing son who waved his hands around to protect himself from the water.

this is exactly how you imagined rin to be a few years ago, and even though he didn't believe in himself much as a soon-to-be father that time— you knew he had found his safe place now.

[stinkfacestories]

The day you found out you had won Jason Kelces Beard Challenge was the best day of your life. The challenge was simple: put together a snap or tiktok video of how to get a beard as good as Jason and the top winner would win a day with Jason. Your video was a long shot: you made a tiktok showing how if you mixed essence of dwarf, with a bit of neanderthal, and just a splash of viking inside Abraham Lincoln's hat and applied it to your face, you'd look as good as Jason. It did t get very many views but Jason loved it. The next thing you knew you were in Philadelphia meeting the man himself at the airport.

The tour of Philadelphia through Jason Kelces eyes was a lot of stops at places he loved to eat. Steak sandwich, sausage, pizza, ice cream. The man just loved to eat. As the day dragged on just as Afternoon turned to evening he took you to Lincoln Field, his home turf. There was no game and the place was locked down, but that was nothing a few signed balls couldn't handle.

He took you to the locker room, the place where he told you he feels most free to be himself. You both sat down on the bench in front of his locker. He took out a case of bud light and cracked one open. The man drank so much bud lite you swore he was sponsored by them.

He told you to be quiet. To just listen to the sound of the room. To drink it in and become one with the soul of real American football.

The only thing you heard was the bench breaking as Kelce leaned forward and let out a fart with a satisfied grunt.

"Oh, sorry," he said, not sounding very sorry.

"Really? " you said. You looked at him, almost appalled that he would do that with you right next to him.

Jason turned and gave you a wink. "Dont tell me you don't find farts funny. Your a guy. All guys love farts." 

You rolled your eyes. "Not really."

"What about this one," he said and let loose a loud bassy fart.

"God stop it, it's so gross," you said as you slid away, but suddenly found yourself pressed against the wall of the locker room. "Seriously dude. What the fuck?"

"C'mon," Jason said as he moved over towards you. “I warned you. Remember when I ate that large sausage with pickled garlic ave said ‘were in trouble later’? What do you think I meant.” and placed a hand on your chest, giving you a bit of a push. "Don't be a prude."

You were caught between a wall, and a wall of beef holding you in place. "Seriously, stop it".

"Can't stop. Won't stop," he said still pressing you in the wall. His eyes were the kind of dull that only cheap low quality beer can make the."You know I bet you never had an older brother. Between me, my dad and Travis we learned to appreciate farts. My dad told me that the best cure is exposure. So to get you up to speed I think I need to gas you more"

He  pressed into you and lifted up his keg and let loose with a fart so powerful it echied through the empty locker room.. You struggled to get away from the horrible stench, but couldn't escape.

"No, don't do this," you said as it overwhelmed you.

He turned around and pressed his huge soft center lineman ass in your face, the soft fabric of his shorts spreading across your face like warm dough. It was too much, and you were powerless to stop it. His asshole flexed and relaxed as it sent out a long drawn out series of wet sounding farts. You gagged as the air around you filled with the horrid odor.

"Fuck that was a good one," he said, not budging an inch. “Three point stance just rips these farts out of me.”

"I think I'm going to puke," you said, trying not to vomit.

"If your gonna puke, aim that way, I like these shorts." he said pointing. "Do you think it's funny yet?"

"No!" You coughed.

"Alright you asked for it" he presses his ass harder, wedging your nose on his cheeks. He let loose with a rapid fire volley of farts that left you breathless and coughing. He backed away, chuckling at you.

"God, fuck, that's rank!" You coughed. You tried to breathe fresh air but the locker room had been total polluted by Kelces ass.

"Come on. You don't have to love them, but you gotta at least admit they are funny and manly now. How can you like football and not think farts are funny." he let you stew and come up with an answer.

"Fuck...no," you say.

He shrugged. "Ok. Your loss," he said and pressed his ass in your face again.

"No! Please. God. No. Fuck!"

"What's it going to take? Do I need to pull my shorts down and give you a bare ass stinkface?" He said, pressing even harder.

"No! No more. Fine. They're fucking funny," you cried.

"What?" He said. "I couldn't hear you"

"They're funny!"

"Now are you just saying that to make me stop?"

"No, I mean it. They are funny and they are manly."

"Well, if it's funny you won't have a problem asking me to do it a few more times so you can properly laugh. Right?"

"Uh...fine. Sure. Just, please, no more, I can't take it."

He turned and farted once. "Laugh. Laugh hard and long and deep." He was getting frustrated that you weren't laughing. "Seriously come on guy. This is just as bad for me as it is for you. It's hard to hold this position and if I keep farting I'm going to have to take a dump soon"

"Oh god no!"

"Laugh dammit!" He yelled.

"No, no, I can't."

"Fine then," he said. He pulled you down and set you face up on the bench. He loomed over you. "Ok big fucking guns time" he pulled down his shorts and hovered his raw hairy bear ass over your face.

"Oh shit, dude please don't!" His as was a beast. This close you could make out the rough skin. His ass had taken a pounding over the years and looked like a hefty bag overfilled with cottage cheese. The hair on his crack was dense and black. 

"Do you think this is funny?"

"Yes, yes, fuck, yes!" You were sobbing, your body convulsing.

“Good. Then you'll find this hilarious.” he sat down. He sat down hard. He rocked back and forth, the wiry hair of his ass crack scouring your face. He dug deep like he has an itch he was trying to scratch.

"Laugh. C'mon. Laugh, laugh like a big boy." He said, simultaneously belching and farting.

"Ahahaha!" You started crying and laughing.

"Oh fuck. What a fucking cry baby. Laughing at farts is supposed to be funny. Not sad."

"I'm sorry," you sobbed.

"Just...fucking stop," he said, standing and pulling up his shorts as he got off you. "Baby can't handle a grown man's ass. Jesus fuck"

He sat down next to you. You were still shaking a little, tears coming from your eyes. "I'm sorry," you said.

"It's fine, it's not the first time I've gassed someone like that," he said. "your not the only one who cried either "

You sniffed, still wiping tears away. "It was just so...overwhelming. The smell, and the sound, and the pressure..."

"It was a lot. It was," he said.

He drained his bud light and crushed the can. "Ok second chance to get it right." He leaves forward and farted, then looked to you to see your reaction.

You laughed. A genuine laugh. "Fuck, dude."

He smiled and farted again. You kept laughing. "It's funny, isn't it?"

"Yeah. It is," you said, laughing some more.

"Now you" he said 

You panicked. You didn't have to fart. You were to nervous.

"What the hell. Do it"

"I don't know if I can," you said.

"Come on. Do it. Do it" he chanted.

"I can't."

"You trying to make me mad? You're a guy. You should always be ready to let rip"

"But I'm not drunk like you are. And I'm not a fucking monster with an ass like yours."

"Fine, then, let's fix that." He reached down and ripped a huge one. He reached for his phone and placed a call "Trav. Yeah we got an emergency. Yeah get that chili defrosted and get some real cheap beer. Ooooh and some gas station food. Yeah he's a wimp. Didn't laugh. No he did. Fuck no she can't come to.  Alright. Love you. No homo" he hung up the phone.

"Your brother's coming over?"

"Yup. And he's gonna be pissed if you don't laugh when he cuts one. He loves farts. And he's got an ass that could kill a guy."

"Wait..."

"We're going to our man cave. It's a cabin in the woods. Just guys. Strict no pants policy. You better hope Trav remembered his boxers. You are gonna learn to love being a man like us and become the third Kelce brother, or you ain't leaving that shack."

"What's it going to be like," you said, afraid, but also excited.

"Oh, you're gonna hate every minute, and you're gonna love every minute."

"Fuck. I'm going to get wrecked, aren't I?"

"Oh definitely. We will probably fuck up your head so much. You're going to end up with a fetish for this."

You laughed.

All you could do was laugh.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

For the smut dialogue prompts…how about “I need to come, please, I’ll do anything” and “Missed my touch that much, did you?” for Norton 👀

Norton be nice challenge (failed)

Rated Explicit | Warning: power imbalance

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If there is one thing you have perfected it is begging. Why? Because your lover likes to break you down, pickaxe against your hardened heart until it is not gold revealed but diamond. Something that is forever and takes the pressure of the very earth to create. Diamond hidden by your seemingly cold demeanor, but he found it. Chipping away, determined, he found your truth. Beautiful, sparkling, and eternal.

The second he has it, his greedy hand keeps in, and hordes it all to himself. No one gets to see you like this, no one.

Here you are all dolled up, sitting on top of him riding his cock, he grins at the sight.

If anyone saw how good of cockwarmer you are, not like he would allow it, they might try to steal his diamond away.

When he picked you up and placed you on the bed (all without pulling out), you hoped your begging got you a reward. No, all it got you is your wrists bound by leather to the bed's headboard.

“I need to come, please,” Trying to wiggle out of the belt holding you in place on the bed, “I’ll do anything!” This is madness, cruelty, beyond painful! There are tears streaming from the corner of your eyes by now as he has to let you come not once tonight.

He hums as he watches, his eyes taking in the sight of you, little ol’ you, it is funny how the universe works.

You who looked down at him now are now looking up at him. He who has you as his personal whore just so can maintain the luxurious life you are used to.

“I know you will.” Dark, deep, and you hate your moan when he touches between your legs driving you to arch your back.

It isn't your fault your father was a prick, it isn't your fault your mother was a harlot; what is your fault is how cold you were to Norton. He played suitor, did the charms and all, but you brushed him off.

Majesty Frost, a bitch in fancy terms, you ignored all your suitors.

But you couldn't ignore him when he gave your family a choice, give you to him or he was going to ruin them all. Their fault for underestimating the power of new money.

“Missed my touch that much, did you?”

He had only gone a week on some business in the city.

“Yes! God, yes, I missed you so much, Norton.”

“Me? I'm not sure, it seems you miss my cock.” Oh, he loves this.

“Please, please!”

“Fuck yourself on it then. Go on, but you better not cum.”

You sob as you do it, every time begging him to have mercy.

It is only when the creeping numbness started to settle in, when you were losing your mind, Norton fucked you like a beast. You got to cum finally, once then twice then a third time— Oh, there is a price for bliss. He gives you heaven then drags you into hell, with a laugh as you have no say in this dynamic with him.

[cyborg-franky]

I read that you don’t do stories with kids. But I was just wondering if you do one if they were just turned into a child. Like Toshi Toshi no Mi has the power to alter the ages of people. Example “Like if WB or Marco was turned into a child but they were still adults on the inside and how the crew would react.” It’s fine if it’s a no I just wanted to ask. Thank you.

Oooh these are fun. I can have a good time with these : D

Marco

He’d been around longer than most of the crew so seeing a tiny little pineapple with fluffy hair and wide-open eyes caused many different reactions.

Ace can’t stop laughing at how silly he looks and how high-pitched his yoi’s come out. His clothes are so big and baggy on him like he’d stolen from a much bigger person.

Thatch can’t stop laughing either and just calls him little guy and baby bird alot which causes Marco to huff and stomp around the deck irritated.

Pop’s thinks it’s cute, he remembers when Marco was a young boy. Izou met Marco when they were both young so it doesn’t really phase him.

Everyone is either shocked or highly amused at him.

However, Marco is still the ships doctor and must carry on his duties until the effects wear off.

It’s surreal seeing Marco needing a pile of cushions to sit at his desk. It’s an incredibly bizarre scenario to have to talk to someone who looks like a child about medical issues.

Marco doesn’t like being in this form and his normally cool and calm attitude is challenged with some of the crews reactions.

The nurses adore him though.

Kid

Well, his arms back at least? Everyone just stares at this small spikey-haired kid whos screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs, already pissed off that everyone is gawking at him.

“What are you fuckin’ idiots lookin’ at?” He snaps, stamping his feet on the deck, hands on his hips as he narrows his eyes. It looks so silly seeing his enraged brat in an oversized coat as he starts to throw punches at the legs of his crew.

Killer feels his small fists against his leg, sighs, and just picks him up. Letting Kid get a piggyback ride because he likes to be up high. 

Kid is furious about the change and even uses his skills with metalwork to make himself big shoes to walk in, hating feeling so emasculated. 

He’s still loud as all hell and his crew is smart enough to hide laughter and amusement behind their hands.

“If any of you tell that shitty doctor or straw hat about this, it’ll be the last thing you do,” though it was hard to take a threat from a 6-year-old very seriously.

Zoro

He couldn’t give a fuck if he was turned into a kid, he knew it would wear off in time so he just shrugged his shoulders. 

Until Sanji said something, going for the kill [and by kill I mean he smacks at Sanji’s ankles or bites his legs] 

Everyone either sighed, laughing, or just stood in pure bewilderment at Sanji screaming and shaking his leg as hard as he could while a small Zoro held onto his leg by his teeth for dear life.

Nami is the second biggest problem to Zoro’s current predicament though. Every time he tries to drink booze she slaps it off the table or out of his hand [typical orange cat behavior] and starts to wave her finger in his face telling him he’s too young to drink.

Luffy tries to play with Zoro like he’s actually a kid, swinging him around and yelling happily.

Buggy

Ever seen a grown man have a total breakdown? I mean, if you know Buggy that’s probably daily.

He’s small and he’s flapping his arms and screaming but everyone is just crouched down and looking at their beloved captain in complete awe. He’s so adorable, everyone who tries to pick him up either gets a foot or a fist square in their face as he hisses and curses.

Galdino and Alvida sigh, they look like single moms who just got back from the school run as they drag Buggy away from everyone. They already felt like a babysitter and they didn't need it to be literally.

All his crew are completely besotted with how adorable their captain looks as a kid. Buggy half loves the attention and half wishes everyone would take a long walk off a short plank. 

It’s not like people take him super seriously anyway but he didn’t need to have people trying to pinch his cheeks.

If Shanks finds out about this Buggy will never hear the end of it. Maybe Alvida snuck a few photos for some blackmail at a later date when Buggy was being his unreasonable self.

[kriffingstars]

eddie munson; tiddies (part 2)

previously : 1

paring : eddie munson x female!reader summary : after a drunken evening eddie's name ends up written on your tits. he catches a glimpse in the cafeteria warnings : smut (minors dni), swearing, honestly this is just pure filth

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eddie is a mess by the time you drag him through his bedroom door

he has some (limited) experience but because it's you he's a mess

his dreams are quite literally coming true

especially when you fling your top across the room, straddle him, and practically rip your bra off, intent on finishing what you started in the van

he's looking at you with this glazed-over look in his eyes

you're so thankful for that lowcut top currently godknows where

if not for that you'd never know what eddie would look like underneath you

spolier; it's the hottest thing you've ever seen

'i'minlovewithyouandican'tdothisifyoudon'tfeelthesameway'

you blink

eddie blinks

he's so aware that pretty much wasn't english but shit you make him nervous

deep breath...

'i love you,'

and he swear his heart stops beating in the time it takes for you to break out into a smile that could challenge the cheshire cat himself

and his soul almost leaves his body when you grab his face with such vigour that he's a bit worried you might actually pull his ears off

but he meets you halfway

'took you long enough,'

and before he knows it you're kissing him again, lips and teeth clash in between mumbles of i love you's and moans as his strong arms pull you as close as he can

it's all the confidence he needs to flip you underneath him and carry on leaving deep purple marks all over your chest

eddie doesn't even realise you're moaning his name until you tug at his hair just a little bit too hard

have you met this man, he's the king of getting side tracked and now he's purely focused on attacking your neck

wow your perfume is intoxicating

the giggles you let out as his hair tickles your face is something else

of course he's heard it before, and from now in everytime he hears it again he's going to think of you like this, underneath him, hands pulling at his shirt, red in the face, and it's all because of him

'let's take this off'

your words echo his from 20 minutes prior and now his shirt has joined yours on the floor somewhere

his hands are still wandering over your body

your hands are unbuckling his belt

he's practically humming in pleasure as he sucks on your tit right where his name was inked, before working slopping kisses up your chest all the way to your lips

'i think i remember saying i'd let you fuck my tits'

that's all he needs to let out the sexiest groan you've ever heard

and that's how he ends up on his back, his dick between your tits, bucking his hips, hands clenched onto his duvet

'so good, so good, so good for me' he repeats like a prayer as he watches you get off on his pleasure

you can tell he's close, his breathing getting more and more ragged

at this point eddie doesn't think there's anything else in this world you can do or say to make this moment any better

'cum for me baby, want you to cover me, i'm all yours'

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

this man's soul has left his body

head empty, just you

and now you're staring up at him, covered in his cum, smiling as you lick your lips clean

eddie is the king of aftercare, so after catching his breath you can bet he's grabbing a wet flannel to clean you up

this boy has died and gone to heaven because you're tucked into his side, head resting on his chest drawing patterns with your fingers after giving him the best orgasm of his life

he's never letting you go

not that you want him to

@eddiemvunsonss

[lonelystarrs]

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𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑒𝑖 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 | nsfw with some sfw | 18+ MDNI |

So, this is inspired by the ask I got about Barou having a Primal Kink.

☽. Hmm, you know idk… I can see that but think it would be mild and more focused on an just the alpha mindset in dom’ing. Can’t see him growling much, it I defo think he’s gonna drool when he gets feral. he’s gonna be deep grunting and aggressive with his words when he’s feeling good. ‘Fuck’ is gonna be used a lot and he will growl out words, not noises. Absolutely use the terms he’s your alpha, your king. But think it’s more psychological for him, like he gets off on getting his mindset like you’re a mate and his alpha.

☽. You are gonna need a safe word with him, maybe even a back up safe word.

☽. Really think he would give the perfect balance of degradation and praise though. Absolutely loves close sex so you’re consumed by him or forcing you to watch yourself, he’s gonna have his mouth to your ear talking/grunting right in it. Perfect blend of rough but loving.

☽. Don’t think he’s a big kisser in general, won’t do it much during sex either. Big on forehead kisses though, putting you in a choke hold and pulling you in, kissing temple, forehead.. if lips he’s gonna pull hair back, cup back of your neck and pull you up. -slow but rough kisser as well, has some weird combination of gentle when he bites your lip.

☽. he’s gonna be possessive around other guys (cough* Nagi, Isagi and you aren’t going near Oliver so don’t even acknowledge you know he exists *cough) but not obsessive or controlling at all outside the house.

☽. I don’t think he would like being ridden, only way you’re on top is him allowing it and jack hammering up into you whilst just letting you hold onto him for dear life if he hasn’t pinned your hands behind your back.

☽. Prone Bone, doggy, missionary and mating press.

☽. After care KING. Not words, but physical. He’s gonna clean you up, whilst he’s doing it he’ll check you over to see if he’s gone too far but he will act like he isn’t looking, he’s gonna bring you pudding when he gets himself one if he’s proud of you handling him. But he isn’t saying a word. don’t expect spooning, but you’ll be pulled into his chest with an arm around your shoulder or waist, fingers mindlessly tracing patterns… other arm behind his head and he will be trying to act cool about it.

☽. He has pudding after good, rough sex. You know he’s had a good session when his cheeks puffed out from shovelling pudding into his mouth, sat on the sofa.

☽. Definitely has a size kink (body wise loves seeing how small you get under him and everyone would), but I don’t think he gloats about his body or dick size though tbh… I think he’s pretty flippant/humble about it he doesn’t need to brag. Knows he is a huge guy (in every way this dude 1000% has a dick for days, horse cock ahoyyyy!) he has the height & the build… so he’s gonna make anyone look small under him…

☽. I think he would like watching too, more videos than just watching himself in the mirror. Like seeing himself get you in a state and all dick drunk, the visual of both of you would boost his ego and get him feral. Probably to challenge himself to go even harder. As said earlier, forcing you to watch in the mirror whilst he watches absolutely his thing keeps eye contact in the reflection too…. Oh man I gotta write a fic on this now 😈 this is all giving me ideas. 👑

☽. Speaking of hard -he fucks hard but slow, he wants to be watched. He’s precise as well, he’s thinking about everything and he’ll get nasty fast when reaching his end tho.

☽. Orgasm control? None -don’t think he’s a huge tease and he will just want you over stimulated and have as many as he can drag out, he ain’t delaying it he’d rather see you suffer from too much because that gets his ego going more. He’d rather see you beg and cry because of too much and close to breaking.

☽. Reckon he will actually be insecure about someone staying around as well, I think he’s aware he is difficult to be around. Also, when snuffy said about how much would he love himself if he wasn’t viewed as a genuis? Just think that’s insight to his mindset, I think he’s a heavy thinker and it’s why he bowls alone for ‘me time.’ I think Barou is actually kind tbh, he’d be a great boyfriend—difficult but great.

☽. I don’t think he sleeps around at all. I think he’s so fussy on who he lets in, not to mention his cleaning issues I think he’d struggle sleeping around cause of that as well. Plus he has three sisters that I bet taught him to respect women, he’s too prideful to cheat or dick around. It’s prob viewed as dirty & cowardly to him. He’d low-key want his other half knowing they have the best, he’d get a man pride boost from it all as well… can’t you just see him stood there, arms crossed, that mouth with its usual slant pretending to be tough and unbothered but his eyes beaming/little stars flying off him if you praised his cooking or cleaning? Yup 😂

☽. I reckon this guy eats food for days as well, huge appetite! Literally has cheat days and loves them, I think he’s got a pretty big sweet tooth, if you can cook well you’re probably gonna win him over, cleaning is a must that’s canon. But you know he’s gonna take over cleaning anyway. He’s a total foodie.

☽. Different guy at home compared to on the field or when with the guys, he’ll tone it down but he’s still Barou so don’t expect him to turn into a saint. -his home, his rules. You’re gonna get scolded if something isn’t ironed properly and don’t think you’re ever making the bed —fact he’s gonna do it because it gives him that man pride sensation.

☽. He’s an ass guy, thighs too and I think he’s gonna go for shape, curves etc likes a small waist and a big ass and I kinda think he’d go taller with height like 5’7ish. Cause then his size kink can really kick in and he’s a tall guy as well! Really think he goes for a woman, prefer a little older than him too I reckon 👀 maybe year or two. None of this really girly crap with him, won’t do sugar babies attitudes. But he does like feisty girls, you need some hold your own stand your ground attitude because he will enjoy brat taming someone that’s a challenge… and he’s gonna be proud if you hold your own against him/anyone else. No room for cry babies or overly emotional with this dude. Whiners & whinge bags begone, this man ain’t tolerating that crap.

God damn I need to write a fix for him now based on all of this. *sighs and cracks fingers*

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Wherever You Go

Prologue

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Aviator!reader (Callsign: Thorn)

Moodboard by @bradshawsbaby

Written for @roosterforme’s Top Gun Rocktober Playlist Fic Challenge

Synopsis: Tom Kazansky made a mistake.

Or rather, a series of mistakes.

He chose to take the assignment as an instructor at TOPGUN.

He fell in love with one of his students.

He broke her heart.

He chose to leave TOPGUN, and redeploy.

Now, he was stuck onboard the USS Nimitz with the woman whose heart he broke, with no way out.

Unbelievably, that’s not the problem.

Problem is, he still loves her.

Series Warnings: Teacher/Student relationship (but you already knew that) with no real age gap, warnings will be updated as the series progresses.

Warnings: Here be some cursing, because they are men in the Navy—they will curse.

Other than that, nothing really.

Author’s Note: “It’s only going to be a oneshot.”

Every author knows that those are the famous last words, and that is no truer than with this story.

I really, really thought I could make this into a oneshot but then I gave up on that.

Because I am so in love with this storyline, that it deserves space to breathe.

So this one shot is now going to be at most (hopefully), a six-part series.

*sigh*

Darn it, Val, what have you done to me?

Thank you so, so very much to @roosterforme for hosting the Top Gun Rocktober Fic Challenge, and for allowing me to use one of my favorite 80s rock ballads, “The Flame” by Cheap Trick.

Lyrics from the song will be peppered in throughout this series, because it’s too good not to, and the song is the reason this story exists, as it is what birthed the plotline.

Another thank you goes to the incredible @bradshawsbaby for making the stunning moodboard for this fic, which was beyond my wildest dreams!

Special thanks also to @valmare, the fact that I am writing Tom Kazansky x reader! fic is all your fault; but thank you so much for dragging me down with you, it’s been an absolute joy!

Not much plot happens in this prologue, but I think it’s important to set up the narrative.

Ice cold, no mistakes.

That’s what everyone said about him, and he knew it.

He’d be lying to himself if he said that some part of him didn’t enjoy it, that reputation for perfection.

But now, as Tom watched her doing preflight for her CAP in the shadows of his little nook in the superstructure of the Nimitz, he knew that he was staring at the biggest mistake of his life.

He watched her hands lovingly run across the airframe of her F-14, and he inhaled sharply in remembrance.

He’d only been able to feel her touch him like that once, but it was more than enough to burn it into his memory forever.

As he watched, the large form of her RIO, LTJG Emmett “Romeo” Kinford, came up behind her, slapping her on the shoulder, which elicited a bright smile from her.

It tugged at his heart, to see her smile, even though it wasn’t the same smile she used to smile at him.

What he wouldn’t give to have her smile at him again.

She was the first woman he’d ever really loved, and he knew she’d be the last.

But he’d broken her heart two months ago.

It tore him apart to have to do that, but he had no choice—not if he wanted her to keep her wings, much less her title as Top Gun of TOPGUN Class 1, 1987.

And he knew she belonged in the sky, so he made the bitter choice, and he suffered for it—they both did.

He was still suffering.

It was why he’d chosen to redeploy, even though he loved teaching at TOPGUN, could easily have seen himself doing it for at least another few years, because he couldn’t stand to stay at Miramar, where he had so many memories of her, about her, with her.

He hadn’t missed the half-pitying, half-understanding look Viper had given him as he turned in his transfer papers—the now-Captain had always been intuitive.

“You’re a damn good instructor, Kazansky, we’ll be sad to see you go.”

“I’m sad to go, sir, but I… feel that I need to do this.”

A nod.

“Alright, son.

I’ll turn these in.

You and Kerner should get your new orders in two weeks.”

Within a week, he and Slider were deployed on the Nimitz.

One week after that, VF-1 chopped in, Mav and Merlin included.

“What the hell are you doing here, Mav?” Tom grinned, smiling for what felt like the first time in weeks as he hugged his wingman while Slider did the same for their former Academy classmate.

“I quit teaching.”

“What?!” Tom and Slider exclaimed, while Merlin sighed longsufferingly, shaking his head.

“You loved teaching!” Tom continued.

The dark-haired aviator shrugged. “It was boring without you there—no one else gave me a run for my money.”

“Sounds an awful lot like you’re admitting that I’m the better pilot, Mav.”

“In your dreams,” Mav scoffed. “But again, I will admit it was boring without you there.”

Tom smirked. “Love you too, Mav.”

“Fuck you, Kazansky,” his wingman retorted with a grin.

“No thanks, not in the mood,” Tom deadpanned.

Mav guffawed, making Tom’s deadpan melt into another grin, before the other pilot threw one arm around his shoulder, the other around Merlin’s upper back (as that was as high as it would go without effort, given the RIO’s borderline absurd height of 6’ 5”). “The Layton Boys are back!”

Slider interjected, “Technically, we’re missing Wood and Wolf.”

Mav rolled his eyes, “Okay, most of the Layton Boys are back—better, Ronald?”

Tom sighed, preparing for the bitchfest he knew was coming—he’d learned at Annapolis how much Slider hated his full first name.

(That wasn’t even mentioning the absolute hissyfit that would occur if the middle name was whipped out: Evelyn.)

(It was his great-grandfather’s name.)

“Yeah, Peter,” Slider retorted.

Okay—nothing was going to stop this now, to paraphrase the song—Mav was just as bad; Goose was the only one who could call him “Peter” and get away with it.

An all-too familiar pissy look came over Mav’s face. “Dickhead.”

“Yardstick.”

“Asswipe.”

“Petey Pocket.”

That was new—he and Merlin held their breath to see what would happen next.

Mav stared.

Slider stared right back.

A black-haired blur rushed forward, and Slider took off running, the flight deck now thankfully free of planes, the next CAP not starting preflight for another hour.

“Should we stop them?” Tom asked Merlin, as they watched the other pilot and RIO run across the Nimitz, a faint “Come back here, asshole!” carrying on the sea wind.

“If it’s all the same to you, I say let them go; you don’t know how wound up Mav’s been.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough—Sli could use the exercise.”

Eventually, Slider finally slipped up, and half-tripped on a padeye, allowing the smaller man to tackle him, the chase devolving into a wrestling match, which further devolved into what could only be described as a third grade slap-fight, before it finally ended with both men on their backs, heaving breaths into their lungs.

Tom and Merlin looked at each other, and in unspoken agreement, headed over to their RIO and pilot.

“Missed you too, Shortstack,” he heard Slider mutter, once he and Merlin came close enough.

“Didn’t say anything.”

“I know.”

“You done, you little gremlin?” Merlin asked, a wry expression on his face.

Mav glanced warningly at Slider, who silently raised his hands in surrender. “Yeah, we’re done.”

“Alrighty,” Merlin sighed, offering his pilot a hand up, Tom doing the same for his RIO.

Once both of them were hauled off of the flight deck, the aviators/infants stared at each other once more, and Tom was just about to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation, when Slider extended his hand. “Truce?”

Mav considered the extended hand for a beat, before slapping his hand into the other man’s. “Truce.”

Slider grinned, and used their clasped hands to pull the diminutive pilot into a hug. “It’s good to see you, Mav.”

A sigh. “You too, Sli.”

They finally made their way below deck, Mav and Merlin dashing off to report to the Air Boss, before they met again in the Officer’s Mess, the quartet eating dinner leisurely, as none of them had a CAP until tomorrow.

To their surprise, Tom and Slider found out that Mav and Merlin would be sharing their berthing, and Tom couldn’t help but wonder at the Hand of God making such happy coincidences occur (or perhaps the hand of a certain TOPGUN instructor).

The four of them easily settled into the layout they had set up on the Enterprise; who would take which bunk or locker, which segued into the boisterous exchange of stories between them.

In the midst of the familiar camaraderie, Tom could almost forget the ever-present gaping hole in his heart, ignore the pain which always threatened to swallow him whole when he was alone.

But bedtime soon came upon them, which drew the exchange of stories to a close, and had them all lying in their respective bunks, and soon, Merlin’s deep breaths could be heard, indicating the man was asleep.

Mav was, as usual, dead silent, which always made him unsure if his wingman was actually asleep.

And he’d tried to see if there were any auditory tells in the other pilot’s sleep, but there were none.

Maybe eventually, he would figure something out to give away a sleeping Mav, but hopefully, he was asleep.

Slider, however, was pitifully attempting to convey sleep, his deep breaths a little too measured, Tom knowing all too well how the man breathed when he was actually asleep.

Ron, loyal brother that he was, wanted to make sure Tom was asleep before allowing himself to drift off.

So he allowed his breathing to slow, gradually adding the slight rasp in his breath that he knew Slider was listening for.

The last week of being back in a berthing with Slider had been a testament to his acting skills, not having had to hide how he was sleeping (or not, rather) from the other man since the Academy.

Eventually, his RIO succumbed to the siren call of sleep, and Tom settled in for another cold night, in more ways than one.

He blinked up at the ceiling, seconds passing like sand through an hourglass, and though he could feel fatigue pressing in on him, he couldn’t fall asleep, despite all the techniques the Navy had taught him, his restlessness punctuated by the sound of the launch and recovery of two night CAPs.

But eventually, between one blink and the next, Tom woke up to the alarm clock going off.

Realistically, he knew he slept, but it really didn’t feel like it, he felt just as tired and weary as he always did.

He dragged himself out of his bunk, swiftly silencing the clock, as the Slider-shaped mass of blankets began to stir.

“Ugh—I hate mornings,” his RIO moaned.

“Shouldn’t have joined the Navy then, Sli,” Merlin cheerily fired back, feet thudding onto the berthing’s floor from the top bunk.

“Yeah, what the hell were you thinking, Kerner?” Mav grinned, already in the act of making his bunk.

“Why, oh why, God, did I have to be cursed with morning people,” Slider declared, finally throwing off his blanket.

“You love us, Ron,” Tom smirked, unable to help himself, the affectionate snark coming easy to him amidst his brothers, despite his exhaustion.

“Ehh—ask me again after I’ve had a coffee.

Or a dozen.”

The berthing rang with laughter, and as the day progressed, it confirmed to Tom that he’d made the right choice to redeploy, the brotherhood they had, the self-proclaimed “Layton Boys”, being exactly what he needed to nurse his broken heart.

Their CAP was uneventful, being flown with Mav and Merlin, the guard frequency filled with their light-hearted teasing and conversation, and they had to be the cheeriest four men on deployment in the Navy’s history.

But inevitably, another night slowly closed in, leaving Tom alone with his thoughts, his loneliness and pain threatening to overwhelm him as usual, and all the façades in the world couldn’t do a damn thing against thoughts and feelings from your own mind and soul.

The call was, as they said, coming from inside the house.

He felt like he was going crazy; he was losing sleep, he knew he was in too far, in way too deep over her, and he wasn’t sure when he would ever stop feeling like the world had fallen out from under him.

As he fought the urge to toss and sigh for the umpteenth time, he heard a soft “Can’t sleep?” from across the berthing.

Tom fought the urge to sit bolt upright, which was a good thing, as it kept him from banging his head on the top of his bunk.

When he caught his breath and calmed his heart some, he whispered, “Mav?”

“That’s me.”

“What are you doing up?” Tom hissed.

“Pot, kettle.”

“I—sometimes people can’t sleep, Mav.”

“Bullshit.

You couldn’t sleep last night either.”

“How do you know that?”

Mav kept silent.

“I knew you had to be awake,” Tom scoffed.

“Yeah, well.”

Here, Merlin stirred, turning in the bunk above Mav, which caused Slider to also stir and the two pilots held their breath, waiting for their respective RIOs to still.

When they did, Mav crept out of his bunk, grabbing something out from under his mattress, before leaning over Tom. “Come on—if we’re going to be awake, might as well be awake together.”

Tom sighed, nodding.

Maybe if he got up, he’d have some hope of feeling sleepy, and he’d be able to get some sleep.

Mav led him to the unoccupied half of the berthing, on the other side of the lockers, and plopped himself down on the floor between the empty bunks.

Tom took that as invitation to sit next to his wingman, and he leaned his head against the mattress behind him.

A soft noise which he belatedly recognized as the sound of a zip bag opening had him looking down.

Despite the darkness, his eyes had long since adjusted enough to see Mav holding out what appeared to be a cookie of some sort—chocolate chip, if his nose didn’t deceive him.

“Carole made these fresh before I shipped out.

Have some.”

“Thanks, Mav.”

“No problem,” the other pilot murmured, mouth already full.

Tom bit into the cookie, just the right amount of chewy and sweet, with the perfect amount of chocolate chips.

He must’ve made some sort of sound, because Mav chuckled. “Good, huh?”

“Don’t interrupt me, I’m enjoying my cookie.”

“I keep telling Care she can sell these suckers—heaven in a cookie, am I right?”

“Mmm.”

For the next few minutes, neither said anything, and no noise was heard save the sound of plastic rustling, cookies being eaten, and the distant sounds indicating deep sleep from their RIOs.

But then.

“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?

That’s why you can’t sleep.”

Missile lock—tone.

Sigh.

“How’d you know?”

“Doesn’t take a genius, Ice, even if I am one.”

Tom scoffed, lightly bumping Mav’s shoulder, even though he knew his wingman wasn’t being hyperbolic—the younger pilot had a Master’s in Aerospace Engineering.

Mav good-naturedly took the bump, bumping right back.

When they had settled again, Tom whispered, “Can you blame me?”

“No, I don’t.

But you had no choice, Ice, Jester made that clear.

You were between the proverbial rock and hard place.”

“I loved her, Mav—I still love her.

And she loved me too.

And I broke her heart.

I can’t just… forget that,” he frustratedly said, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m not asking you to,” came the even reply. “All I’m asking is that you admit it.

It’s not good for you to keep this all in, you know?

Isn’t that what you told me before?”

“Yeah, it is,” Tom sighed—he felt like he’d been doing a lot of that lately.

“Have you told Sli?”

“Kind of,” he muttered.

Mav hissed, “What does ‘Kind of’ mean?”

“He… he knows that I was in a relationship that ended badly while I was at Miramar, but he doesn’t know that—” despite the fact that the two of them were the only ones awake in the berthing, he whispered, “that she was my student.”

Tom didn’t know it was possible to hear a shocked expression. “Way to bury the lede, Ice.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.

I just—I didn’t want to talk about it.”

“So you stonewalled your RIO?”Disbelief dripped from the sentence.

“I…” Tom vaguely gestured, “gently led him around the full truth.”

“You fucking Obi-Wan Kenobi-ed him.”

He sent the other man a glare even if he wasn’t sure Mav could see it. “You’re the worst therapist ever, you know that?”

“I’m a naval aviator and an engineer, Ice, forgive the slight fumbling.”

“‘Slight’?” Tom scoffed humorously, and in the darkness, he could see an ebony-haired head shake.

There was a joke that a more uncharitable person could have made about engineering in regards to him, but he and Mav were long past that, and he was grateful, something he never would have said before.

“You should tell him, you should have someone other than me who understands, who knows what you went through, Ice.”

Tom could see the point.

And it would feel better, he had to admit, even if it would trigger Slider’s mother hen instincts to the max, even more than they were right now.

“I’ll think about it.

And don’t think I forgot that you were just as sleepless as I was.”

“This about you, not me.”

“Uh-huh, sure—for now, you little shit.

Now hand over another cookie, will you, Mav?”

“The things I do for you.”

The plastic rustled again, and a cookie was placed in his hand.

And as he ate Carole’s heavenly consolation in a cookie, Tom reflected on just how he’d ended up in this position.

To be continued…

Next Part

CAP: Combat Air Patrol

Women were not allowed to participate in combat units and fly combat missions until 1993, so a healthy suspension of disbelief is required to read this story, 😂…

The USS Nimitz (CVN-68) is the lead ship of her namesake class; commissioned in May 1975, she is the oldest US Navy aircraft carrier in service, and the oldest serving aircraft carrier in the world.

If you look at the nametags they’re all wearing in TG86, the second row says “TOPGUN 1”, so I’m assuming that there’s more than one TOPGUN session a year, at least in the TG/TG:M universe.

VF-1, a now inactive squadron based out of NAS Miramar, is the squadron that Mav and Goose belonged to before they went to TOPGUN, although it must be noted that, like most of the squadron patch designs in Top Gun, the patch design as seen on Mav and Goose’s flight suits, is incorrect and not matching the squadron designation.

I am assuming, though I have no confirmation, that Merlin was also part of Tom and Slider’s USNA class.

The “Petey Pocket” insult is a reference to the toy Polly Pocket, which is a toy from the late 80s, notable for its tiny size, which is being sold again by Mattel.

However, the toys did not come out until 1989, and they did not come out until much later than that in the States, and despite my best efforts to find a more period-accurate insult/comparison, the insult was too good not to put, so again, healthy suspension of disbelief.

“Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now” by Starship, from the 1987 film Mannequin, is the song Tom references.

A padeye is used to secure aircraft to the flight deck.

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“What the hell are these?” Eddie asks with a quirked eyebrow, poking suspiciously at the tartan with his forefinger. Buck flops himself into the chair beside Eddie and steals a sip from his coffee cup. “Kilts!” he says with a grin and he drags one off the table and holds it up to show Eddie. It’s long, and dark, and made out of what looks suspiciously like faux leather, and almost certainly purchased from a sex shop. “I thought we could wear them to the festival tomorrow!” If Buck had a tail, it would be wagging so hard right now. Or, Buck and Eddie discover they have kilt kinks.

With you I'm home (Teen, 20k | Buddie) WIP

Buck and Eddie have settled into their life with 2-year-old Aidan and 13 (nearly 14) year old Christopher. They've been married for a new months and family life is good. Aidan seems determined to send his dads to an early grave, being described by a friend as "Buck on steroids" and Christopher is beginning to display the typical characteristics of a sullen teenager, much to Eddie's distress. Buck and Eddie are starting to think about adding another little member to their family but struggle to think of an appropriate egg donor or surrogate. Trying for a baby always seemed so much easier in theory! This is the sequel to "Buck's Baby (By Accident)"

Fucking Finally (Finally Fucking) (Explicit, 3.9k | Buddie)

“God you look so hot” Eddie growled as he took in Buck’s appearance, his hair messy from Eddie’s hands, his hips swollen from the force of their kiss and the bulge in his pants as plain as day as his erection strained against the fabric. Buck’s eyes raked up and down Eddie, finding his boyfriend in a similar state of arousal. “Not too bad yourself, Mr. Diaz” he smirked, wrapping a hand around Eddie’s waist and pulling them together once again, capturing him in another brain-melting kiss. They were interrupted by the comical “ding” of the elevator as it reached their floor and Eddie wasted no time pulling Buck out, dragging him down the hallway to their room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Buck and Eddie stay at a hotel after their first date and finally get some time to themselves without crying kids

Burning with Need (Explicit, 3.8k | Buddie)

“Buck, what is going on?” he asked, sitting upright. “You’re fidgeting so much”. Buck looked up quickly, peering at Eddie through one open eye. “Nothing, nothing I’m fine” he replied, his cheeks flushing slightly. “That’s a lie and we both know it” Eddie rolled his eyes and reached over to prod the skin where Buck’s hand had been resting, eliciting a hiss from the younger man. “Okay, fine, I’m busting. I gotta pee so bad”. Buck’s words ignited a fire inside Eddie that he’d almost forgotten about. Or, Eddie remembers he has a piss kink and Buck's desperation on a hike is a test of his control

In sickness and in health (but mostly in sickness) (General, 3.7k | Buddie)

Eddie wakes up with a bad case of the flu and Buck is there to nurse him back to health. Buck realises he might be falling for Eddie.

Your Hands on My Body (Explicit, 1.9k | Evan Buckley)

Buck finds himself jerking off in the shower after having a dream about Eddie. The worst part is, it's Eddie's shower he's jerking off in and Eddie isn't even in it. Or Buck is desperately in love with Eddie and doesn't know how to tell him.

First Words (General, 2k | Buddie)

Buck and Eddie's 10 month old daughter says her first words. Her dads are over the moon. Cue domestic fluff

[lenreli]

Day 22 - Overwhelming

[AO3]

Dream is so unused to ― this, as he and Hob kiss, soft and sweet, Hob’s hands on his face, and Dream can feel a myriad of calluses and scars on those alone. Hob is leaning over him as they continue, and Hob’s been happy to go along with whatever pace Dream desires ― which at this case is glacially slow, because the world today is a lot, and Dream expects the other shoe to drop, as the saying goes. For the Kindly Ones to show up and take Hob away, which he would try to stop, even with how limited he is now. 

Hob sighs into his mouth, a nose nuzzling his cheek as one of his hands is brought up to Hob’s mouth, kissing the back of it softly. “You’re thinking very loudly, you know,” Hob mutters, turning his hand around to press another kiss into the lines on his hand, so recently made with this body. “Do you want to stop?” 

There’d be no objection if they did stop, Dream ― Morpheus, Morpheus would know, and he groans, flopping down onto the bed. “No. I want to,” he groans, annoyed with himself, mind trying to seep into the ocean of minds that were in his care and finding nothing, which he’s still getting his now only-humanoid self around. 

“How about I try my best?” Hob says with a grin, and Morpheus blinks, giving Hob a confused look. “To get that brain of yours to stop.”

Morpheus scowls, “you can try,” he says petulantly, making Hob laugh again, brown eyes glittering from the sun shining through the windows. 

“A challenge, then!” Hob says enthusiastically. Hob presses a kiss to the palm of his hand, nipping kisses put onto his pointer finger, and Morpheus’s breath hitches, eyes widening as Hob puts the finger in his mouth, tongue swirling around it, Hob making a pleased sound. Frozen, he watches as Hob puts another of his fingers inside, gasping at the simple feel of it, of teeth and a hot tongue scraping against his skin. His fingers are pulled out, Hob nosing and kissing them, “how am I doing so far?” 

Hob gives him a hint of a smirk as Morpheus swallows, his body somehow arching towards Hob in between all that, “good,” he croaks, voice rough as his hand twitches, lightly touching Hob’s beard in wonder, body sparking with pleasure as Hob nips at the inside of his wrist. 

“Could do better, though,” Hob mutters, to himself mainly as the inside of Dream’s arm is licked and bitten to, skin blooming red under the teeth and scrape of stubble. There’s a hum as Hob’s nose presses into the hem of his shirt, brown eyes dark as they stare at him, and Morpheus’s heart skips a beat. “Can I?” 

Morpheus blinks, finding Hob’s hands on his hips, fingers scrunching up the edge of his shirt, “yes,” he breathes, only managing to find warmth as Hob’s fingers take up his shirt slowly, the rough hands making him gasp at the feel of them ― and Morpheus can almost feel how solid Hob is, how unmoving and stalwart he is in the universe, driven by his lust for life as his shirt is taken off. 

“You’re very sensitive,” Hob whispers against his skin, mouth going up to his shoulders and across to his collarbone, and Morpheus lets out a sound as a stripe is licked up to his adam’s apple, “I like it.” 

Dream’s hands twitch, holding onto Hob’s arms as his neck is bitten into, “this body is new,” he manages, overwhelmed as his mind is only filled with the weight of Hob on top of him, the scents of books and ink, of Hob’s cologne, lemon and bergamot as Hob nips at his jaw. 

“I really have to stop myself, at times,” Hob says, nails scratching down the sides of his torso, and Morpheus shivers as they drag back up, thumbs pressing into his nipples and Morpheus gasps, arching up into the feeling. “Take things at your pace, but your sensitivity drives me crazy, in the best way.” Morpheus whines as Hob’s lips go down instead of up to his own lips, hot tongue licking around his nipples as hands go down to the edge of his pants. “Can I?” Hob asks, eyes black and lips red as his stubbled jaw rests above where Morpheus’s heart is.

Morpheus gasps, not realising how hard his cock is, leaking underneath the fabric until Hob brought attention to it, a thumb pressing into the skin above the button of them. “Please,” he breathes. Hob smiles.

[rhodesrider]

Healing

CG! LA Knight (Shaun) x Little!Fem!Reader

Warning: Night terrors, Abusive past, mentions of therapy, fluff, regression, cussing, negative naming and degrading, mental healing

~

“You think I wanted to do this?”

Y/N laid on the ground, protecting her head from any more damage, while hearing the venomous words coming from his mouth. He got closer to her grabbing her hair smirking as she yelped and tears fell. He was satisfied of what he was seeing. Feeding off her fear, loving the sound of her cries knowing he was still in control. “All you have to do is listen to me, now all of a sudden you want to talk back to me.” He snarled in her face hearing her sniffle and scream some, her face hurt so bad. He threw her back down again and kicked her stomach over and over in anger holding on to the wall so he doesn’t fall himself. Soon vomit was expelled from her body. “You stupid bitch!” He screamed. His jealousy was a dangerous thing, mixed with his anger could kill someone. And sadly Y/N was the victim. He started to walk away until her heard her soft voice. “I’m sorry…” he turned back and his rage heightens. “Tell me something I don’t know already. I know you are sorry, you’re pathetic, useless. Just worth some holes to fuck.” He then grabbed a pocket knife. While Y/N still had her eye sight she could see him come forth, her vision getting hazy, until she felt herself getting lifted and being forced to watch as the knife was slowly to her neck and she could hear nothing but more screaming.

Y/N jumped up outta her sleep. She knows she screamed to the top of her lungs. Her body was cold, shaking even from fear. She looked around wanting to run away but she felt someone holding her, she looked to her left scared out her mind seeing her current boyfriend Shaun. He was scared with her, holding her while looking in her eyes and talking soft to her. The ringing in her ears finally stopped and she heard him. “Hey hey it’s ok baby…” he constantly said that over and over trying to hold her, but she was fighting back. When she finally calmed down hearing him she gave in and was in his arms. He sighed so worried about her he shed some tears himself. Holding her close not letting his hand wonder because that could trigger her again. “Y/N, honey, it’s ok. I’m right here. I’m not gonna let him hurt you again.” He said softly. Y/N was still shaking and quiet, letting tears fall. She was a victim of horrible abuse where she could have died. She tried to leave multiple times but her ex always found her and dragged her back. She has to take medication now for her PTSD and her night terrors. It’s been two years.

Shaun has been nothing but patient with Y/N, he just wants her to heal and be better. So he’s patient, he goes to her therapy sessions and he’s a amazing support for her, sometimes he feels like he doesn’t do enough or he’s failing but he bounces back and he helps take care of Y/N the best he can. He’s mostly been to himself, parties would have him in a chokehold and his drinking but he stopped. He stopped all that for her. It’s been a challenge and he’s been working hard on helping Y/N so there is frustration but he never takes it out on her. “Hey pretty girl…” he smiled as she looked up at him, finally calm after a good amount of time. “I…I saw him again Shaun…” she voiced and sniffled. “I know, I know you did. If you don’t wanna go back to sleep that’s fine. We can give you a moment.” He said. She nodded and played with his hair on his arm as she tried to clear her mind. He kissed her head holding her swaying her back and forth, be patient. That’s all she ever wanted in a person to be patient. “I’m sorry I woke you-“ “It’s ok. I’m glad you woke me. I need to be there for you.” She didn’t wanna feel like that his whole life purpose is to take care of her, that’s unfair. “Shaun?” He looked down and smiled at her showing the care and love in his eyes. “Yes pretty girl?” She smiled some and kissed his cheek lying on his chest again. “Thank you so much.” He nodded and held her still. “You’re welcome. I love you Y/N.” “I love you too.”

The morning came, Y/N barely had any sleep. She yawned going downstairs seeing what’s for breakfast, Shaun was down starting up her favorite breakfast just to cheer her up after last night. “Pancakes?” He nodded looking at her last minute as she sat at the island, she sighed and she played with her hair some nervous. “Shaun-“ “No more apologies. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He smiled at her while getting her plate ready. “I just wish it would stop, I’m tired of it…” he continued getting the plate done and thought about it. “When’s the last time you regressed sweetie?” Y/N stopped and thought about it as her head was on the counter, she hasn’t regressed in a while. Work and then the night terrors, they have been making it hard to be in the right headspace to even try to regress. “The silence saids not in a while. Maybe if you regress you’ll feel a bit better?” He suggested. Y/N would like to regress but it’s been a while to where she wouldn’t know where to start. “After you eat we talk more about it.” He gave the plate, the syrup, and a fork. “Ok…”

After breakfast she washed her hands and headed to the living room. Shaun was there but he was on a mission. Y/N came in seeing him finishing up a fort. A big one, looking around seeing coloring books, snacks, her sippy cups, and many other items to start a regression session. He finished up the last pieces and turned around seeing a nervous Y/N. “Hey pretty girl, when you’re ready come on in. I’ll be here.” He smiled and got in the fort pulling the cover back as a door closing it. Y/N was always amazed at his work, and so happy he goes the extra mile for her. She looked on the couch and one of the items is one of his shirts. LA Knight. She quickly went to change and was now comfortable going back in the living room and slowly slipping. She grabbed her pacifier and crawled in the fort poking her head in seeing her smiling daddy. That afternoon they watched movies, ate snacks, colored together and even she picked out which gear could he wear before his next show. She wished she had his confidence and power like his alter ego at work. She soon started to yawn and rub her eyes. “You wanna nap sweetie?” She nodded and he got her out the fort setting her up on the couch. “Just sleep some, I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere.” She nodded and started to drift to sleep.

She woke up in the ex house. She was in her caregivers shirt but in the floor. Hearing footsteps she immediately got up and looked at the door. She started to panic, looking at the door with tears about to fall. But soon as the door opened no one was there. She looked out the door confused, where was he? She soon felt a small bite, “Ow!” She looked down and she was in shock. The man that abused her was small like pocket sized and still trying to abuse her. Biting her ankle and hitting her toes. She looked down confused but also relieved. She picked the small man up with her hands, he’s still going at it. Yelling and screaming for her to let her go. “If I let you go, you have to say sorry.” She mumbled. The small man was confused. “Say sorry? To you? Never.” He Spat. Y/N got angry herself and she went to the window holding the small man. He was asking what was she doing and she opened a window. She hovered him over it showing the long fall. He screamed in horror and was struggling to get words out. “You have did nothing but terrorize me. Over and over again. Say sorry to me and I’ll get you back in. If not, I’m pretty sure a cat would mistake you as a mouse.” The man looked at her felling like she’s bluffing. “Do it. You’re not strong enough anyway-“ she simply dropped him. Right out the window hearing screams. She was sick of the noise the hits the pain. She just did what she felt like was right. “Hey pretty girl…you ok?” She looked back and saw Shaun. She ran to him hugging him and crying. “You are so strong sweetie. You’re amazing.” He praised. She smiled being lost in his arms. Happy that the monster was gone.

Shaun noticed her crying and woke her up, calling her name. Y/N looked up at him smiling and Shaun saw it which was a first especially after hearing her cry in a dream. “Hey pretty girl…are you ok?” He asked. “I’m ok daddy.” She got up stretching seeing that the window showed darkness. “You were sleep for a while, you wanna go ahead and go upstairs?” She shook her head no. “Can we go out tonight? I’m up since I took a nap.” Shaun nodded and carried her upstairs making her giggle. “We could match and go on a small date if you want love.” She nodded and she kissed his cheek. “Thank you for being there for me.” He smiled at her and kissed her back. “You’re welcome pretty girl. Now what color?” She thought about the question. “Blue?” “Done.”

[leclerced]

DID U SAY KARAOKE???? I cant stop thinking about Oscar’s look at Lando in that karaoke vid. Imagine meet cute Oscar + wingman Lando at karaoke

Smutty addendums would also be welcome hihi

hi omg okay sorry this took like two days im a mess ive never actually been to karaoke or had a meet cute but i was thinking about himym

Oscar never thought he'd be happy that Lando dragged him out to karaoke, but then she walked up on stage and he couldn't drop the stupid grin from his face. He didn't know the song, but she captured his attention the moment she flipped off the crowd and cursed her friends in the mic for signing her up for it as the first few chords rang out. Despite the initial annoyance on her face, she starts bobbing her head and swaying her hips to the song, tapping the mic to the beat. He wonders if she's some kind of singer, because her voice is the sweetest he's ever heard, and he's been to karaoke in a dozen countries and he's never been enraptured like this. Hell, they have performers for post race celebrations, but the five minute solo she has before the audience rewards her with applause is the best five minutes of his life.

She takes the mic off the stand and dances across the stage during the instrumentals, his eyes locked on her hips when she spins around and shakes them at the crowd, her skirt fanning out around her before she turns back around as the chorus starts over. Lando says something at some point but he doesn't register the teasing remark his teammate makes, too caught up in watching the woman serenade her friends, pointing to their table somewhere behind Oscar's as she belts out the last line. The confidence of her performance seems to fade as soon as the song ends, and she awkwardly places the mic back on the stand and tucks her hair behind her ears as the room erupts in applause and hoots, she mumbles a thanks into the mic before scurrying off the stage.

Oscar can't help but try and follow her through the crowd, but he has trouble finding her sparkly top in the mess of people. He loses her in the crowd despite turning around in his seat to try and keep up with her. He turns back to his teammate, or where his teammate should be, but he's not there. He sinks back into his chair and sighs, resigning himself to being ditched by his friend on another night out. He's scrolling through Instagram reel comments and wondering if he should just leave now, when he hears his teammates sing song-y voice, "Have you met Oscar?" A moment later, the woman from the stage is pushed into the seat Lando was previously occupying, his teammate standing behind her as he grins down at Oscar. He gives him a wink as he raises his glass before promptly turning around and leaving them alone.

Oscar looks back to her, his cheeks pink as he raises his hand and says, "Hi, I'm Oscar. Sorry, he does that."

She grins sheepishly as she takes his hand and says her own name, "It's okay, I don't mind being introduced to pretty boys." His cheeks are burning as he shakes his hand under the table, trying to regain feeling in his fingers.

He doesn't know how to take the compliment, so he praises her back, "You were really good up there."

Her grin widens and she looks back to the stage momentarily before countering, "Thanks, I haven't seen you up there yet, otherwise I'd say the same."

He laughs a little, "Honestly, it's not really my thing, my friend brought me here. I'll need a few more drinks in me before I can get up there." She quirks an eyebrow at him, as if she's accepting that as a challenge.

One hour and three shots later, she has him leaning over her shoulder looking through the songbook as she tries to find a duet they both know. She settles on Don't Go Breaking My Heart. Oscar wishes she had picked anything else, wishes he hadn't exclaimed that he loved that song, because when he's up on stage drunkenly singing the words, he's truly hoping she won't break his heart at the end of the night when he asks if he can see her again.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

mafia au please!

tsc has broken me and i need your beautiful kevjean to cheer me up

WIP Wednesday (4/17) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 136)

The smell of pancakes cooking is simultaneously mouth-watering and… trauma-inducing. The first time Kevin had ever had them was in Palmetto, the morning he’d dragged himself onto the Foxes’ team bus. Despite Abby’s doctoring, his left hand was totally unusable and his right didn’t fare much better with a fork. But being the kindest nurse he’d ever met, Abby had noticed him struggling and cut his pancakes into bite-sized pieces for him and drizzled them with enough syrup to make his eyes bulge.

He’d slowly eaten them as his father started talking criminal charges against Riko. The very idea of challenging him made Kevin’s stomach roil and it was then and there he broke. He told Wymack the horrible truth about the Moriyamas and swore him to secrecy. That, of course, didn’t last long once a certain goalie stuck his nose into Kevin’s mess of a life.

Andrew had come to Abby’s house the next day and demanded an explanation. For some reason, Kevin couldn’t not tell him. Despite holding all those secrets for a lifetime, he let them flow as soon as Andrew rounded on him. He’s still not sure why. Perhaps it was his desperate need to be understood. Or it could’ve been fear. But he told Andrew the bulk of his life story then and there, omitting a couple details. Namely a pair of backliners with sharp tongues and pretty eyes.

Speaking of that, Jean is watching his skillet like a hawk. What he’s expecting to happen, Kevin isn’t sure. Apparently it does though, because Jean moves in with a spatula to flip a pancake over. It’s less than graceful, but Kevin is impressed regardless. He gives a little round of applause, which startles Jean. 

He rolls his eyes playfully at the attention and does a little bow while he’s at it. As he turns back around, Kevin steps off the stool to watch Jean pour more batter. There’s another plate he wasn’t aware of and it’s got what must’ve been a test pancake on it. It’s smaller than the ones Jean’s been stacking and burnt to a crisp on the top side. How ridiculous that a burned pancake could be so endearing.

“Can I have that one?”

Jean turns his head and grimaces. “If you want it. I was going to throw it outside, at those birds that show up sometimes. I told you about them before. One of them snatched a cigarette out of my hand a couple of months ago."

"And you want to give them food?"

"I said, 'at them' not for them," Jean clarifies. "But I suppose, even if I hit one with it they'd eat it."

“If you feed them they’ll stay.” Kevin says, making Jean’s mouth quirk.

“Like Neil?”

“You can stop making the stray cat jokes, he’s not in here. And we both know how we feel about him.” Kevin says, plucking the pancake off the plate and pulling part of it off to stick it in his mouth. Oh, it’s… definitely charred. And a bit bitter. 

“I told you it wouldn’t be good.” Jean says, glancing over at him. He notably and predictably doesn’t reply to Kevin’s comment about Neil. Or maybe that is an answer to the Neil thing.

“Mm,” Kevin hums thoughtfully. He knows it would be.

[restlessmaknae]

better together [serim]

“don’t look at me like that” with serim + academic rivals/children of rival families to lovers [requested by @dat-town]

➳ Characters: Serim x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: slice of life, coming of age, real-life bittersweet

➳ Words: 2k

➳ Warning: mentions of pressuring parents, seeing a counsellor

➳ A/N: This story was requested by the lovely @dat-town for my request event, so I truly hope that you enjoy it, dear! ❤️

You can still request stories for the event: you can find the guidelines here and the masterlist here.

➳ CRAVITY taglist: @tsunchani, @dat-town

Park Serim was someone you truly despised.

The boy seemed to have it all: the looks, the smarts, the friends and even the surprisingly down-to-earth personality. You had lived in the same affluent neighbourhood where every family had at least one politician, doctor, lawyer, businessman, entrepreneur or heir to a conglomerate living under the posh roof of their mansion, and you were no exception. What complicated things was that your father and Serim’s father worked in the same industry, in pretty much the same position, and their companies were neck-to-neck in a constant battle. No wonder you two were destined to be rivals from the very start, especially because you were the same age.

You had both excelled at school, but what had fuelled your determination had been the pressure from your parents, not from him. In fact, he had never made a comment on the tense relationship between your parents, had never pointed out if he had scored one more point than you on a test, if he had earned a compliment from a teacher when you had made a mistake in the same class or anything that would have signalled that he had thought of himself as someone better than you.

On the other hand, all of the parents, all of the teachers and all of your classmates had made it apparent time and time again that you were the two top students in the year, just like how your parents had been at university. At one point, your mother had mused that not going to the same school with Park Serim would put you in the best light, yet your father had no intention of giving in, saying that it would look like you had tried to back away from the challenge, you had lost again Serim.

So you had stayed, living each day under the crippling pressure from your parents to do at least as well as Serim, if not better; in the watching eyes of your classmates who were yearning for some drama between you two, sneakily like mosquitoes looking for blood; and with the constant knot in your stomach that one day, you might mess it all up. You had held out because you had told yourself that university would be better, yet little did you know, you had been admitted to the same university with Serim, under the same department, albeit for a different course.

Park Serim was someone you tried so hard to despise.

Yet, seeing the young, captivating man the lanky boy had grown into in the hallways, hearing his name in girls’ muffled conversations who were checking him out, and constantly being reminded that he was, in fact, a good person with a big heart - helping some girls with their boxes and suitcases when moving into the dorms, tutoring a junior who was struggling with Advanced Maths in the library, being in the students’ union and campaigning for accessible mental health options - made it truly difficult to despise him. He was your rival after all, so why couldn’t he be arrogant like his father, why couldn’t he have bad manners, why couldn’t he be the womaniser type, so that you could hate him? Most important of all, why… why on Earth could he never drag you down, humiliate you or trigger you to snap at him, to call him names, to hate him for the rest of your life?

The truth is, it was because he had never hated you in the first place, and he made sure that you knew that when he bumped into you at a students’ union party, and you (probably) looked pathetic in his eyes, standing in the corner with no one to talk to. You didn’t need his pity, so you left almost immediately after your conversation, puzzled about how to feel about him and his confession.

His words rang in your ears whenever you passed by him in the following weeks, his words were mocking you for all the past instances when you had made yourself see more into things, and made you believe that he truly hated you. Time after time, you found it more and more difficult to hate him, let alone when you crossed paths when you were both at your most vulnerable - when you both sat in the corridor, waiting for your respective counsellors, the ones he had campaigned so much for.

You had assumed that he had only done it for others because as selfless as he was, he always put others first, but as it turned out, he needed those sessions just as much as you did, but you wouldn’t have told him about your side if it hadn’t been for him speaking up first.

“Do you find the sessions useful?” He broke the silence that fell upon the two of you in this secluded part of the building, the grand door at the end of the corridor keeping out all the noises of cheerful giggling, shuffling feet and the mindless chatter of the carefree university students. The atmosphere on the two sides of the door could not have been any different, but you didn’t mind for you couldn’t really relate to all that was going on on the other side of it.

You turned your gaze towards the boy who was looking at you as if you had been an intricately put together equation that he couldn’t quite decipher. You didn’t blame him, you felt the same way towards him.

“I do,” you responded curtly, wondering how much he wanted to know. There was nothing pressuring in his gaze, if anything, he stared at you like someone who cared, but that just made you feel more vulnerable and even smaller than before.

“I’m glad,” he nodded, and whether it was relief on his part or approval, you couldn’t tell, but one thing was for sure, Serim did look lighter. His shoulders easened, and the ends of his lips turned upwards, only a tiny bit. There was a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, and even that was a bit bittersweet. You didn’t expect him to continue, but he did so as he turned his face from yours to look ahead of himself as if he was reminiscing.

“I do, too,” he added belatedly, referring to finding the sessions useful. He was playing with his fingers, busy drawing invisible patterns on his skin while talking. “I really needed someone to talk to, someone who doesn’t know about our families, or at least, someone who doesn’t judge. I feel like we’ve been in that suffocating atmosphere for so long, it was difficult to break out and think any differently than how we’ve been brought up.”

Looking at his side profile while listening to his words made you feel conflicted; a part of you only knew him from afar, from a safe distance, by the sidelines, and you had always made sure that it stayed that way. Now, you could see the flaws in his flawless facade; the slight blemishes along the edges of his skin, the bulge of his Adam's apple while he was pulling himself together for an answer, the slight shake of his long, delicate eyelashes. You realised that you had never looked at him before, you had merely looked through him - as if looking at him would burn you, it would hurt you, it would make you feel worse -, but now, you felt more understood than ever before. His words touched your soul, the part of you that you kept behind closed doors, tucked far away from the curious eyes, keys upon keys guarding the entrance.

“I’ve assumed that you didn’t feel this way. You looked like you were at peace with it all, like the pressure didn’t bother you,” you vocalised, the Serim of the present right in front of you and the Serim in your memories clashing against each other. You had always, wrongly, assumed that he had it under control, that he was like a stone that could never be shaken or swayed, but now you realised that he was neither stern, nor unbreakable.

“I’ve tried to make myself believe the same, that it didn’t bother me,” he admitted between shaky breaths, and he looked back at you when you inquired:

“Was it your choice to come here?”

It could have been his parents for all you knew even though you couldn’t imagine them taking his mental or physical health into account as long as he was the best. It could have been his peers taking note of his changing habits or his friends who were worried about him. It could have been a professor like in your case who was concerned seeing your fatigued state given your always overachieving self.

Serim nodded, slowly at first as if he was afraid of the consequences of his actions, then he bobbed his head a second time - more confident than for the first time.

“How about you?”

You nodded, too, and he yet again masked his face in something that prickled at your skin, solely because you weren’t used to seeing this, seeing all that curiosity and affection and need to protect. Your first instinct was to pull up the walls around you, to resist, to turn away.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you found yourself saying, the words leaving your mouth feebly despite the warning edge to them. Serim was understandably perplexed for you didn’t usually talk to him like that.

“Like what?”

“Like you care.”

“But I do,” he confessed without thinking twice about it, and your lips parted seeing how unwavering he was with his response. Seeing you blink at him in confusion, he answered your unasked question, too. “It hurts me to know that there’s someone who might have gone through the same that I did, or even if not the same, then something similar.”

The fragile confession that left his mouth while you were both waiting for your turn with your own counsellor made you seen, heard and understood by someone whom you had assumed to be feeling something completely different. Never in your life would you have expected Park Serim to be the one to deliberately want to care about you, but the truth is, you realised that you wanted to do the same. Seeing how much he helped out and cared for others around him - yourself included -, you didn’t want to wish anything ill onto him despite your parents’ rivalry.

You couldn’t say anything to his words though because the door of your counsellor’s office flew open, and after the student before you left, you were invited in. However, when you finished with your session, you found Serim sitting in the same chair after his own session, and despite the urge in you to walk past him as if you hadn’t knowledged his presence (like you usually did), you walked up to him, asking how he felt (something that was asked from you both at the beginning and at the end of your sessions). His smile was genuine this time when he replied that he felt good, he felt relieved.

“Me too,” you agreed, and let your lips curl a tiny bit upwards before giving in to his suggestion to walk back to the dorms together.

Because being together with him suddenly didn’t feel wrong or bad, it actually felt good. It felt like a safe haven to escape to, and you realised that Park Serim could never be someone you truly despised. Not anymore.

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[shaybreezy-17]

Straw Hat Monster Trio + Usopp Getting Turned On by You

Trigger Warnings: Sexual content, fluff, inappropriate language, potential aggression, substance use, suggestive behavior, etc.

- Please refrain from reading if you are younger than 18. Viewer discretion advised.

Luffy

Finds himself wanting to be near you more often, and by near you, I mean on you. That boy knows nothing about personal space, so the fact that he’s attracted to you and doesn’t even realize it calls for lots of tight hugs where he often ends up with his face buried in your chest.

His hard on mixed with his natural animalistic nature makes him dry hump you whenever he gets the chance. He doesn’t know why, but it’s sweet relief whenever he does it. You guys could be laid up on the deck and next thing you know he’s thrusting into you as you’re both clothed, in agony, yearning for more skin to skin contact.

Luffy loves to eat, that’s no secret. So when he sees you stuffing your face during one of your many parties, he instantly falls in love. He always wondered why most girls avoided eating when he was around, but you ate without a care in the world. You were also incredibly drunk and high as fuck, so the munchies were getting the best of you, but he didn’t mind that, being pretty buzzed himself. Drool started pooling around the sides of his mouth and his penis started growing as he marveled at the sight of his two favorite things, you and delicious food.

Zoro

You’re secretly the object of his desires but he would die before admitting it. This causes him to be sort of distant and mean, because he’s annoyed that he wants you.

Tends to warm up after a long night of drinking booze when he’s feeling properly wasted. You often bump into him when you find him alone during these nights, out on the deck away from the crowd, because he actually asks you to stick around with him. He usually ends up pulling you into his lap as you both stargaze and he falls in and out of sleep, having the wettest dreams of his life, with a half-assed hard-on that you can feel, but ignore, because you don’t want your first time with Zoro to be when he’s drunk.

You offer him a massage after catching him finishing up a particularly tough workout. As you work out the knots in his back, his dick twitches every time your fingertips touch his skin. He gets really hot all of a sudden too and his cheeks get all red, but he blames it on the post-workout hot flashes even though his mind is running wild picturing himself on top of you, pinning your arms to your sides, while he rearranges your guts as you look helpless. He loves that you’re so frail compared to him, it drives him mad.

Usopp

You find Usopp to be the most stylish Straw Hat boy so whenever you guys dock on an island, you drag him shopping with you. You don’t mind having him in the dressing room with you, as it makes judging outfits together easier, but this always proves a challenge for Usopp and the raging boner he tries to hide while you try your next outfit on.

He’s a little scaredy cat, so whenever the seas are particularly aggressive during bedtime, you let him sleep with you. He tries his hardest not to check out your sleeping body, but he can’t help but admire how good you look in your panties. He puts a pillow in between you two because he’s scared you’ll wake him to him poking the hell outta your back.

Usopp always feels like the weakest link in the crew, so whenever you’re in a vulnerable state or you find yourself crying into his arms, he finally feels like he’s doing his duty as a protector. It turns him on so much, seeing that he’s like your knight in shining armor when you need a shoulder to cry on. It’s a win-win situation for you too, because you love when his toned arms wrap around your body and pull you into his chest where his musky scent instantly provides you comfort.

Sanji

Sanji can be a gentleman or a total perve, there’s no in between. Most girls know this, so they don’t give him the time of day or the chance, but you’re quite fond of him and his doggish antics. You get a kick out of inviting him to bathe with you, as popping the question results in a major bloody nose from the French chef. Despite the initial heat of being naked with a beautiful girl in his presence, he actually makes bath-time a pretty relaxing experience. He can’t help but stay hard pretty much the entire time, but he still manages to keep cool as he massages your hair, working in the shampoo. You take turns washing each others backs, and you always let him feel you up, as it’s enjoyable for both of you.

When you dock on an island, you accompany him while he goes grocery shopping. This also gives you the chance to flaunt your cute little summer outfits while you walk throughout the town. It just so happens to be sundress season and you’re totally not wearing underwear either. As you bend over to check out the different herbs and spices, Sanji catches a glimpse of your exposed booty. He lets out a gulp, sweat dripping down his curly brow. He wants nothing more than to get behind you right now, but his eyes shift over to the dairy section instead. Being with Sanji always gives you a confidence boost because you know he wants you, so you don’t mind throwing him a bone or two. As he stands behind you in the checkout line while you wait together, you back into him and wrap his arms around your waist. You can feel him growing harder and harder, but you pretend to be clueless. You even lean back and rest your head into his chest. Grocery shopping with a hot girl? He’s in literal heaven.

Being around the boys, Robin, & Nami for so long now, means you’re all pretty comfortable. All of the Straw Hats had pretty much already seen each other naked before, so it was pretty normal for you to walk around the ship in your panties, especially on hot days. On occasion, you’d ransack Sanji’s closet and take one of his dress shirts to wear, half-assed buttoned up, in just your undies and it drives him wild. Seeing you in his shirt with nothing under except a thin piece of fabric covering what’s in between your legs that he so desperately wants to be in right now. You’ll even take his cigarette and place it in between your lips in attempts to jokingly imitate him. He would normally never share his cigarette, but he’d give up his legs for you at this point when you look like that.

[pinkykats-place]

No Quirks AU Ⅱ  BakuDeku

sfw one shots

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Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

All are SFW … still check tags.

Art not mine - credit to KacchanKudo.

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After he ended up calling this 'Deku' guy back for more cuddling services, he found himself hoping that at least some of Izuku's kind words and gestures were real.

He also hoped that the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about the cute freckled man wouldn't become a problem.

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“What the fuck?”

...

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He can't help falling in love either.

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Summary: “Are you checking out the florist?” Kirishima whispered to him.“And what if I am?” Katsuki shot back, his eyes not leaving the figure of the green-haired man in front of them.

“Please don’t use one of your stupid pick-up lines on him. He knows what he’s doing and maybe I want to come back here sometime.”

“I will absolutely use one of those,” Katsuki answered. “I’m not willing to invest time in someone too stupid to get chemistry jokes.”

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Summary: After winning the State Championship with his football team, Izuku promises himself he'll tackle an even greater challenge - asking his crush out on a date.

It's way easier to throw balls on the field than it is to face Katsuki, the feisty top student in their school.

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Never again would Izuku Midoriya show his face in this Claire's, nor in the food court, nor to the outside world, probably; never again would Izuku Midoriya let himself feel confident.

— — —

(Or, Izuku goes to Claire's.)

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