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forgeofthenine · 5 months

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hhgggg the bachelors in rut was so.. well, hot lol. I remember there being a previous ask about the bachelor's reacting to the reader being turned into a tiefling.

I was wondering, how would they handle said reader going into heat/rut for the first time?

I've taken an unexpected absence from Tumblr the last couple days, between prepping for Christmas and being extremely busy at work I basically had no time or energy. I did, however, write this while half asleep and on the flight to see my family, given the amount of turbulence we had when I finished it maybe even nature wanted me to write more lol. There's luckily still more stuff to come over the Christmas break :)

@swordcreature come get your food-

TW: NSFW under the cut, ABO dynamics, overstimulation, orgasm denial, impact play mention

The bachelors when their partner goes into heat/rut for the first time

Dammon

Dammon is so good at handling any new tiefling issues you might have, even if he laughs a bit at first

"Baby, if you angle your head to the left it'll make getting that top on easier.“

What completely slipped his mind was that you'd eventually develop a heat cycle just like all other Tieflings

As soon as walks into the house after a day of working in the forge the smell hits him

The entire house smells like pure lust, even a single step into the doorway is enough for his pupils to dilate and his throat to go dry

If you weren't already preoccupied, you'd hear the way he thumps up the stairs in his desperation to get to your bedroom

The door swings open with a slam as Dammon stands in the doorway looking half crazed

The sight of you spread out on the bed with two fingers knuckle deep, back arched, is almost enough to send him straight into an early rut

It's only your small whimper of how much it hurts that brings him back out of his haze, suddenly realising how confusing this must be at first

The bed dips as he sits on the side, leaning over you and placing a warm hand on your equally hot face to get your attention

As hard as Dammon is in his pants, he does check you're okay first and makes sure you drink water before he starts anything

It doesn't matter how much you complain or accuse him of teasing you, he wants to make sure you won't pass out on him

Once he's sure you're okay, all bets are off

As soon as he can, he's folding you over yourself and taking things into his own hands, quite literally

He makes sure you get off at least once to the feeling of his rough, calloused hands as he fingers you without abandon

It's only after you've cum once (or twice, or thrice) on his fingers that he'll finally indulge you with his throbbing cock

The feeling of you squeezing around him, whimpering out his name, is enough for Dammon to finally hit his own rut

He can't keep his hands off you, low rumbled praises leaving his lips as he bites at your collarbones

His cock reaches places in you your fingers never could, the flared head and ridged underside making your mind numb with pleasure

The tiefling keeps you there in bed for hours, switching you between positions as he fucks you until you're both exhausted, panting messes

You'll be well taken care of afterwards too, Dammon easily picking up your now sated body and putting you in a nice warm bath

He eases you through your first heat as well as one can, even if he's dealing with an unexpected rut at the same time

Zevlor

This man was your living tiefling encyclopaedia long before you accidentally became a tiefling yourself

Your questions increased after the accident, though, and suddenly Zevlor is answering questions he never thought he'd have to

Such as "does this mean I'll have a heat cycle now? What'll that feel like?" Among others

The question stops him in his tracks because logically yes you would have a heat cycle now, but he can't remember ever meeting someone that wasn't born a tiefling

Zevlor does his best to prepare you for what may happen, and when you finally come up to him one day to tug at his sleeve he can already smell your heat

He's another one that makes sure you're prepared beforehand, but it's much easier with how early he catches on

Once you've had something to eat and drink he's happy to lead you over to your shared bedroom

Zevlors so sweet as he leads you through the beginning of it all, sweet kisses down your chest and gentle touches over your hips

You'll find his face between your legs soon enough, happily devouring you like a man starved

As composed and proper as the paladin is, he can't deny that he'd spend the rest of his life here giving you head if you'd let him

Your reactions and the sweet smell of your heat spur him on, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you with ease

At some point his fingers join in too, the digits and his tongue bringing you to ecstasy repeatedly

It's only after he's made you a boneless, whining mess that he'll finally resurface, asking if you'd still like more

Zevlors pupils are blown wide, cock hard and twitching in his pants, his own rut creeping up on him

Once you give him the go ahead he's already tearing off his own clothes, or what's left of them anyway

He eases his cock into you slowly despite the ample preparation, enjoying the anticipation of finally bottoming out inside of you

Every squeeze and flutter you make around him pulls a low groan from the older tiefling, his hand anchoring itself on your hip

He's gentle with you the whole time, happily restraining the part of him that wants to go rougher, to take you like a madman

Instead, he leads you both to climax over and over again, pulling orgasms out of your needy body

When you've both finally had your fill, his own cock oversensitive and going soft within you, that he finally reaches over for the pitcher of water he set out earlier

Zevlor will, once again, help you to eat and drink a little before he holds you close and runs his hands over your bare skin

It's soothing, easing you off to sleep, Zevlor knows you'll need all your energy to do this all over again tomorrow

Rolan

Despite being an extremely smart man, Rolan often forgets about his own ruts and the fact you'll now be experiencing similar absolutely eludes him

He's quite happy to go about his normal business running Ramaziths Tower and ignoring most of his basic bodily needs

That is, until you collapse while helping him with cataloguing

He'd already known you were feeling unwell, the tiefling insisting you stay close to him for the day so he can keep an eye on you, and he just barely catches you before you hit the ground

The wizard takes in your flushed face and the needy way you paw at his clothed chest, already trying to pull away his layers

A realisation runs through him, you're in heat

Going with the first thought that runs through his head, Rolan sweeps you up into his arms and misty steps you over to your bedroom door

It's a fiddly thing trying to open it with you in his arms, that is until he remembers he can simply summon a mage hand to help

Unloading you onto the bed, he finally lets you pull away his top layers, flustered as the full gravity of the situation dawn's on him

Sure, you two have fucked plenty of times before now, but it's different when your desperately tugging at him like he's the very air you breathe

It's only when you snap at him, asking what's taking him so long, that he kicks back into gear

Unlike the other Tieflings, all thoughts of water or food completely evade his mind

It's not long before he has you ass up and face down, a mage hand holding your wrist together above your head as he thrusts three fingers inside of you

Rolan is just as mean in bed as he is out of it, bringing you right to the precipice before pulling his touch away all together

It hardly matters to him that you're in heat really, he's determined to tease you before bringing you mind shattering pleasure

He doesn't take all comfort from you though, pitying you as tears start to roll down your cheeks, his tail intertwining with yours as he finally lets you cum

Anyone in the tower could've heard your scream as you finally get the pleasure your body craves, and that's just how he likes it

Rolan happily takes you properly afterwards, a hand on your ass when he sinks his hard cock deep into you with a single stroke

His own rut kicked in hours ago, the sheer realisation that you were in heat sparking it

And he keeps you there, for hours, cataloguing long forgotten as he thrusts so deep into you that you swear he's reaching your stomach

He's as rough with you as he usually is, the odd smack laid on your ass, hands near bruising your hips as he pulls you impossibly closer to him

The two of you stay there like that, a tangle of limbs, well into the night

Until neither of you even have the energy to move

Rolan does eventually use his mage hand to get you both water before he pulls your head into his chest and encourages you to try and get some sleep

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soleurs · 7 months

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▎ BAD IDEA, RIGHT?

concept yeah.. maybe, not really ・ gender netural reader + word count 494 genre fluff .. established relationship warnings mentions of : cuddling .. suggestive thoughts .. kissing — cred. to byhees for the cute layout

napping with roronoa zoro is a bad idea. in fact, it’s the worst scenario to end up in.

with sturdy arms that have been bronzed by years of honing his undeniable talent, he’ll weave one around your waist. as for the other? well, that’s probably fallen asleep too after hours of resting beneath your head.

(like arm, like owner—you humorously suppose.)

initially, you’ll whittle down time by staring at your dozing swordsman. out of all the looks you’ve witnessed him sporting in the past and present, you’ll definitely be confident in claiming tranquility’s his best. but as much as you want to continue staring at the living art, streaks of marigold and azure are beginning to blend beyond the broad horizon.

and here is where the catch begins.

silly you will think that escaping his grasp will be easy. after all, he sleeps like a log being carried by the ocean’s little waves. all you need to do is squirm a little, perhaps sprinkle a few kisses upon his calloused palms to warm him up a little. oh look at that, zoro’s eased his hold.

now that you’re on your feet, it’s best you go—

“come back to bed.”

the rich, raspiness of his voice echoes in your ear, accompanied by his gentle tug that puts you back where you began: wrapped up in his embrace. what a shame, you had managed to walk a few more centimeters away this time. (your previous record stood so weakly at eleven centimeters.)

“clover, we need to get up..” you try to convince him, but how can you do that when he’s tracing kisses across the crook of your neck? “..then they’re gonna make assumptions, and that’s a whole other mess i can’t handle on an empty stomach.”

this is where your suspicion arises.

there’s no more warm breath fanning across the spanse of your skin, or even a non-committal hum that merely ripples from the top of his chest. in fact, you can’t even hear the little snores he tends to make in between the steady thrums of his heartbeat.

you just never seem to learn, which is why it’s so easy for zoro to move you until you’re facing each other. (an impressive feat that’s taken at least five times to perfect; you fondly call it the hammroll. and while he calls it silly, he secretly likes the name of this special move. makes it feel like it belongs to only you and him.) the warmth you were looking for earlier? it’s right there, skimming your face as he leans in to kiss you.

but he won’t be satisfied with just one. no, before he dives in for another, he’ll make sure you hear him whisper, “let them guess. i’ll still have you with me afterwards.”

it's not such a bad idea, right?

daylight I'M ALIVE !!!!! is what i wanna say but my mental health's been going loop-de-loop so cue the awkward laughter- to the anon who requested this, thank you for taking a chance on me ♡

#zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #opla x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro fluff #opla fluff #one piece live action #zoro imagines

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plutoccult · 4 months

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FINGER LICKIN’ YEAH WE COOKIN’ UP A SUPER BOWL

pairing: osamu miya x female reader

description: osamu wasn’t a fan of football nor parties. however, it is only you that could convince him to agree to atsumu’s shenanigans.

word count: 4.4k

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: SURPRISE!!! i had intended to write for osamu before, but the idea instead went to another character. i never forgot about my foodie king though! plus, it’s super bowl sunday, so i HAD to put this out in enough time. the idea came last minute, so i was in a bit of a rush, but i managed! sorry if it seems rushed, i truly was trying my best to get this done in time. i also apologize if anyone seems ooc, i was honest to god trying my best. for timeline’s sake, i’d say the twins are 21 in this one shot, so not quite yet to the point where osamu has his own onigiri shop and atsumu is on the japan national team. anyway, happy super bowl sunday, and enjoy! (btw i totally named this after super bowl by stray kids)

tags: @toorubobatea @intorder @dragon-slayer5 @femme-lune @darthferbert @5sos-wdw @todorokiskitten @intheewrld

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osamu wasn’t thrilled when his twin atsumu sprung the idea of having a super bowl party on him out of nowhere.

“they do it in america! it’s huge there!” his twin argued, detailing everything he knows about the tradition. sure, they do air the event in japan, but what was the point? an excuse to eat and drink? hangout with their buddies from both the past and present? actually, no. osamu figured out atsumu’s motive quickly; it was an excuse for osamu to cook a bunch of food.

there was no denying atsumu was clueless in the kitchen. if it were up to him to cook anything more complex than eggs and toast, he’d burn the whole place down. osamu was better off handling majority of anything food related. his brother was lucky he enjoyed the art of cooking.

“i’m not dealing with a stupid party, tsumu.” osamu crossed his arms in protest. there was no way he was going to deal with an inevitable mess. having to cook all the food and clean up the mess after? nope, no way. he refused to do it alone. luckily, his twin could figure that out quickly.

“ah, ah, ah. i knew you’d say that.” atsumu smirked. “y/n already told me she’d help you make the food.”

the mention of your name immediately perked up osamu. best friends since high school, it was blatantly obvious you had captured the shyer twin from the start, although—like with everyone else—he could easily assume you were more drawn to atsumu as he was always so unashamedly outspoken. everyone talked to atsumu more, but even so, you always treated the twins equally. mayhaps that is why he longed for you so much.

“y/n did?” osamu asked.

“and she’s bringing cake.” his brother added.

a woman after his own heart, really, and a foodie just like osamu. you always joked about opening a bakery next door once he finally opened up the onigiri shop he dreamed of. the goal was sometime next year, so maybe catering this party would be good practice. plus, it was a good excuse to be close to you like osamu craved.

“she is?” he questioned further. if his brother wasn’t kidding around, then maybe he’d feel more inclined to agree.

“you’re not gonna say no, right?” atsumu teased. osamu grunted in response, too stubborn to say anything, which atsumu recognized. it is only his twin who can easily detect his weakness; you.

“you’re such a sucker, osamu.” he chuckled. even if osamu were a sucker for you, he wouldn’t want to be one for anyone else. and it’s not like he’s totally clueless. he’d mess with his twin somehow.

“i’ll do it…“ osamu said before stating his only condition. “if you clean up the place afterwards.”

“what?!” atsumu gawked.

“it’s only fair, right?” osamu shrugged. two can play at that game. “i cook, you clean.”

unfortunately, atsumu had no choice but to suck it up. truth be told, he orchestrated you assisting with food preparations for the sake of getting you and osamu together alone. if he says no now, then his little secret wingman plan would be a waste, so atsumu had to accept his fate.

“pft, ass.” he huffed. atsumu should’ve known better than to try playing games with his brother, knowing he could easily match his game.

“just be lucky i agreed to your idiocy.” osamu scoffed.

“only because y/n is helping!” atsumu whined. while that may be true, osamu would probably never hear the end of it if he said no whether you were involved or not.

“did i hear only onigiri on the menu?” osamu joked, knowing that would irritate his twin to no end.

“osamu!”

truth be told, he couldn’t wait for sunday now.

•••

over the next few days, osamu had kept in almost constant communication with you over text discussing food options for the party. his signature onigiri was a must despite atsumu’s protest, but other options were in store thanks to your combined brainstorming. osamu couldn’t help but ask what kind of cake you’d bring, and was ultimately disappointed when you said it was a surprise with many winky emojis involved.

when sunday finally rolled around, osamu was more energized than usual. whether that be from excitement or nerves, who knew? atsumu’s plan was going in motion quite nicely and you hadn’t even arrived yet. he truly felt like a genius assisting in his brother’s quest for love.

osamu paced back and forth around the apartment in anticipation for your arrival. the kitchen was spotless, plus the fridge and cabinets were filled to the brim with everything needed for the party. on top of that, he put atsumu up to the task of decorating the place. knowing who would have to deal with cleaning up later was the greatest part of all.

once a knock on the door emerged, the two twins battled over who got to open the door, osamu ultimately losing as his brother elbowed him in the stomach and made a run for it. if there were a best sibling award, it was clear who wouldn’t win it.

“hello, miya twins! i’ve arrived!” you said upon entering the door, your arms occupied with bags, hopefully full of sweet treats.

“hey, y/n.” atsumu greeted you, beating osamu to it as he was still recovering from what occurred just moments ago.

you—already knowing your way around the place—set your bags down on the counter before instructing that they put its contents in the fridge as soon as possible. atsumu obliged despite wondering how he would play tetris with the fridge. but before he could figure out that puzzle, he received a quick hug from you as that was your typical greeting for the twins.

“y/n?” you turn around and see osamu standing a few feet away. he wanted to curse his brother for getting to say hi to you first, but once he saw that smile on your face, all anger towards atsumu faded away in an instant.

“ah, there you are!” you exclaim, rushing towards osamu and welcoming him with a big hug, one that lasted longer than the one you shared with atsumu. you held him tight, almost squeezing the life out of him as you pulled him from side to side. it didn’t matter that he couldn’t breathe, osamu was just happy to feel so welcomed by you.

“ready to cook up a super bowl?” you ask once you finally allowed osamu the ability to breathe. “i already made desserts in advance, so i can help with what you’ve got planned.”

“i could’ve helped with that…” osamu pouted. any more excuse to be around you was all he wanted, really. plus, he was curious to know your baking secrets. he always figured you were born a master.

“but that would ruin the surprise, silly.” you poke his arm. if it were his stomach, he might have folded over. thank god you were gentle.

as much as you wanted your desserts to remain a surprise until the party started, atsumu had to immediately ruin the fun for you. “there’s a cake shaped like a football.”

“atsumu!” you scold him. “ever heard of surprises, or has your brain become mush from too many volleyballs to the head?”

“yeah, yeah.” atsumu rolled his eyes. “i’ll leave you two to get started with everything. i trust you not to burn the place down.”

“only you would do that, tsumu.” you say. the way you teased atsumu was something osamu always loved about you. you were just as relentless as him, truly. besides, someone else besides osamu had to humble the ever-so-bold twin.

“exactly. later!” atsumu said before he left you and osamu alone in the kitchen.

osamu let out a sigh the moment his brother left the room. you immediately take notice, assuming he didn’t want to be doing this for atsumu. you hoped at the very least he enjoyed your presence today.

“i take it you’re doing all this against your will?” you question, curiosity getting to the best of you.

“not exactly…” osamu replied.

“well, i couldn’t really say no to him, so…” you shy away from the truth. it would be embarrassing if you were to admit to osamu why you agreed to this, but he was painfully oblivious, assuming it was all for his brother’s sake. not because you wanted to spend time with him and only him. it seemed you were both hiding your intentions.

“yeah, of course.” osamu frowned. it’s atsumu we’re talking about.

tension quickly filled the room. you sense the uncomfortable vibe instantly, wondering if you said something wrong. was it really something you said? you didn’t seem to think so. maybe getting things started in the kitchen for the party will help.

“shall we get started?” you ask hesitantly. “i was thinking we shape the onigiri into footballs. ya know, to fit the theme.”

osamu chuckled at your idea. at least you could see him smile now. he seemed to find it cute, but also funny how you wanted to make as many items on the menu football shaped as possible.

“i could try that.” he said, trying to hold back any more laughter. if osamu were to laugh any more, he was afraid you’d think he was making fun of your idea.

“cool, i’ll get started on the wings while you get started on that.” you say without skipping a beat, immediately grabbing ingredients like you knew this kitchen as if it were your own.

osamu didn’t seem to mind it this way with you around. he’d spend the whole day in the kitchen with you, even if all you did was sit on the counter and watch while he did all the work. but that’s not who you are, you refused to leave him to do everything. most importantly, you refused to let him feel alone.

soon enough, the kitchen grew quiet, the sounds of timers beeping and water running from the sink on occasion serving as background noise. you and osamu worked together in perfect harmony, like a well oiled machine. your chemistry oozed in the room and neither of you had to say a word to each other. it was easy for you two to figure out who did what most effiently. osamu could never do this with anyone else this way, you feeling the same way, although those thoughts remained unspoken.

the lack of chatter made atsumu worried. he had been trying to eavesdrop while he was supposed to be decorating, but found it to be too quiet for his liking. as atsumu tried to lean a little more, hoping to hear something worthwhile, he ended up tripping over an extension cord, blowing his cover as he tripped right into the kitchen.

atsumu’s sudden crash startled the both of you, osamu almost dropping the pot in his hands and you almost slicing your finger as you chopped an onion.

“atsumu!” you yell as you set your knife down. atsumu was lucky you didn’t decide to threateningly wave it around right now. “the hell are you doing?!”

“it got quiet, so i was getting worried…” he answered, slowly getting back to his feet as he feared for his life. would atsumu rather face his brother’s wrath or your wrath? both of you together may be the worst combination of all, really.

“what, worried that we disappeared and left you with all this food to cook?” you cross your arms. “osamu said you were decorating, and this doesn’t look like decorating to me.”

“i was taking a break?” atsumu shrugged. that was the worst answer in the world, even he could admit that.

“just go.” osamu let out a groan. it was bad enough that atsumu used you as a way to persuade him to cook for the party, but to eavesdrop on what you two were doing? what was he trying at here? as much as osamu was curious to know, he just wanted to get back to cooking with you without any worries.

“fine…” atsumu sighed, going back to the dreadful duty of decorating all by his lonesome. the sacrifices he’s made for the sake of his brother and the girl he’s loved for years. how tragic… not.

once atsumu left, you burst into laughter. osamu furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “what’s so funny?”

“oh, just the look on his face when he got caught.” you giggle.

“yeah…” he said. it was funny, osamu could admit that, but he feared that his twin had devious plans up his sleeve. who knows if he’ll make it through the end of the day with some sort of dignity left?

•••

hours later, atsumu’s teammates from the black jackals arrived for the party. osamu was acquainted with some of them—most definitely more than acquainted with a certain pipsqueak named shoyo hinata—but he was more looking forward to seeing some of his teammates from high school, especially aran and kita. he would talk to suna, but the poor guy looked like he wanted to leave more than anything.

you seemed quite occupied at the moment, mostly due to bokuto talking your ear off about how delicious the cookies you made were. you were more than aware of his loud personality, but seeing it up close was far different than just watching him play on the court. at least you knew it wasn’t for show during matches.

osamu considered being your knight in shining armor by finding an excuse to steal you away, but he feared facing the embarrassment of his friends who wouldn’t hesitate to tease him. even if you looked at him with pleading eyes, he still hesitated. if only osamu had the guts to be a little brave for once, not standing in the shadows.

“samu…” atsumu called for him. osamu turned his attention away from watching you to see what his brother wanted, although a little annoyed.

“hm?”

“we’re out of rice. can you make more?” he asked.

osamu blinked a few times, unsure if he actually heard that correctly. “we’re… out?”

“kita ate it all up.” atsumu said.

“really?” osamu groaned. he didn’t even want to think of the logistics of his former captain eating so much rice so quickly. “grow your own rice or something, man.”

“maybe i will…” kita replied calmly, now pondering over the thought of becoming a rice farmer. it didn’t seem so bad, actually. unfortunately, the rice couldn’t just grow and magically appear already cooked. osamu wished it worked that way.

“i’ll go make more.” osamu sighed. “call for me when it’s halftime.”

once he left to head to the kitchen, you watched as he walked away, tempted to follow. maybe if you found an excuse to leave the room, like go get a drink or go to the bathroom or something. that oughta work, right?

“hey, bokuto?” you stop him mid sentence as he was still going on about your baking. “i gotta go to the bathroom. i’ll be back, okay?”

“don’t forget to give me your cookie recipe!” bokuto exclaimed as you left the living room.

atsumu raised an eyebrow upon your sudden exit, a smirk creeping up on his face soon following once he put the pieces together. “she’s not going to the bathroom…”

you find osamu already cooking, the rice cooker at work while he prepared more rice to be cooked just incase. he’d rather be safe than sorry now. osamu didn’t notice you walk in at first, but your presence became apparent soon enough once you tapped him on the shoulder.

“man, you scared me.” he chuckled, you also sharing a laugh with him. “you don’t have to help me. i’ve got this.”

“what, want some practice for when you finally open up that restaurant?” you question. osamu furrowed his eyebrows, asking “huh?” until you explained what you meant. “onigiri miya. i’ve been waiting.”

“oh, right…” osamu said, almost forgetting that little dream of his. “that.”

“well, when is it finally gonna happen?” you ask. he had talked about it for so long, and you always waited for the day it’d finally come to fruition. you probably believed in him more than he’s ever believed in himself, honestly.

“mmm, i don’t know.” he replied shyly. “next year would be nice, but there’s so many things to think about.”

“wait, really? why didn’t you tell me?!” you gasp, shocked he’d hide such an important detail from you.

“it’s just, uh, kinda scary when you admit it out loud.” osamu said. his dream of opening up his own restaurant was as scary as trying to admit the truth of his feelings. dreaming is one thing, but trying to make it a reality was another.

“samu, you know you can do it! i’ve always believed in you!” you admit, taking osamu by surprise despite how confident you always spoke about him.

“you have?”

“yes!” you say without hesitation. “from the day i met you.”

“wow, thank you…” osamu blushed. you get lost in each other’s eyes, although osamu wondered if it’s just in his imagination that you’re staring at him so intently. suddenly, the moment was ruined.

“hey, do you smell something burning?” you question as you try to sniff out the strange smell. osamu figured it out immediately, knowing it was the rice everyone was waiting on.

“the rice!” he exclaimed, rushing to the rice cooker. “i put the rice cooker on high so it’d get done faster…”

“aw, no!” you say. “is it salvageable?”

“no…” osamu sighed, looking down at the damage. “if anything, it’s a sign i shouldn’t have my own restaurant.”

to him, this was stupid. if he doesn’t do everything perfectly, then what’s the point? it seemed to silly to immediately think the worst, that this was a sign of imminent failure. osamu was good at keeping that competitive perfectionist part of him hidden to most, always making it seem like he just gets everything right the first time, but only you can see that he has flaws. at the end of the day, you continue to be his weakness, but that doesn’t mean you don’t make him feel strong.

“hey, hey, hey.” you grab his arm, a jolt coming from osamu by your sudden touch. “you overcook rice one time and all of the sudden your dream is dead? chefs mess up all the time. you’re human, you know. i think you’ve forgotten that.”

“but—”

“i mean, come on. you think i just magically knew how to make a cake one day?” you ask jokingly. even if you meant for the question to be a silly one, osamu took it quite literally.

“honestly? yeah. the first time you brought cake to school for me and sumu’s birthday was the best thing i ever tasted.” he said, recalling your first year of high school together. you hadn’t been friends with the twins for that long at that point, but you decided to surprise them with a cake for their birthday as it fell on a school day. like osamu said, it was the best thing he ever tasted. he felt like he found his future wife in that moment.

“samu, i spent all night making like five different cakes cause i kept messing them up.” you confess. it was a secret you carried for years, shocked you never said anything before, but only just now having the guts to say it. even so, osamu couldn’t believe it to be true. he always swore your skills came to you like second nature. how come he never knew before? you were very good at hiding things, it seemed.

“you did? why?” he asked.

“because…” you hesitate. might as well fess up, you suppose. “i really wanted you to like it.”

“me and tsumu?” osamu questioned. what an idiot.

you shake your head, almost tempted to laugh over how blind he was to what you were trying to say. part of you was a little frustrated, but you wouldn’t let that get to the best of you. “you really are oblivious, aren’t you?”

“i guess i am…” he replied, unsure of what else to say.

you let out a sigh. should you say it? the whole truth? you didn’t know it, but you were in the same boat as osamu. you did this for each other without even realizing it. it is you, however, who will be brave enough to admit such a truth. no going back now after you’ve already admitted so much.

“i only agreed to helping with this party because atsumu knew i wanted an excuse to be close to you.” you tell him, looking away. osamu swore you looked ashamed to say those words out loud, but even so, the truth shocked him to the very core.

“he… what?”

when you grant yourself the guts to look him in the eye once more, the look on his face made you think you shouldn’t have said anything. but osamu wanted to scream, scream about how long he liked you and how he never thought he’d see this day. he didn’t know if the universe planted the seeds for this very moment, but he couldn’t let it slip away. not when you believed in him like it was breathing.

“nothing. don’t worry about it.” you shake your head. “i’ll help you restart the rice. hungry people waiting.”

“no.” osamu stopped you. you freeze in your tracks, waiting for what else he had to say. “forget the rice.”

“huh—”

“why do you think i told tsumu i’d help with this party?” he asked. you’re at a loss for words, unsure of what to say. it is usually you who stood tall, but osamu took your place, taking charge for the sake of making sure you knew the truth. “i said i would because he told me you were coming here. he knew you were the only thing that’d get me to say yes. called me a sucker and everything.”

your cheeks flush, a smile creeping up on your face as the realization of osamu’s mutuals feelings hit you. “guess i’m a sucker too.”

osamu let out a sigh of relief, overcome with joy as he couldn’t control his grin. with that look on your face, he almost wanted to kiss you right then and there. should he kiss you right now? no, osamu should ask permission first. couldn’t be too confident, right? or were you trying to say something with your eyes? god, osamu didn’t have a clue on what to do.

“can you two please just kiss already so i can get back to the party?”

you and osamu share a gasp. it was atsumu, no doubt about it. that bitch, you both think to yourselves. was he eavesdropping on that whole conservation? pause. now they both knew atsumu did all of this on purpose. he had a lot of explaining to do, that’s for sure.

without having to speak a word, you and osamu find atsumu in the hallway, both tugging him by his shirt and pulling him to the ground. your combined anger undoubtedly scared the shit out of him.

“you!” you grab the collar of atsumu’s shirt. “you set this all up!”

“i bet you don’t even like football!” osamu yelled.

“yeah!” you say in agreement without thinking.

“hey, i’m innocent, your honor! innocent!” atsumu raised his hands up in the air, squeezing his eyes shut as he anticipated one of you to start hitting him.

“no wonder you agreed to clean if i cooked!” osamu exclaimed.

“he agreed to clean?!“ you loudly gasp. funnily enough, that was the most shocking thing you’ve heard all day.

“listen to me, okay?!” atsumu forced your hand away from his collar. you take a step back and give him the chance to speak, although you were more than prepared to start swinging if need be. “i just really wanted you two to stop being wusses about your feelings. now you both know, all thanks to me.”

you and osamu soften up. even if it seemed a tad bit manipulative, neither of you could deny that it was actually kind of… sweet? all that cooking was a pain in the ass, but it brought you together and pushed you to admit your truths.

“i really do like you, osamu.” you say, looking into osamu’s eyes, not wavering for a second. there was no need for either of you to hide anymore. “since the day we met.”

“me too.” osamu replied, the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen plastered on his face.

“i sense a super emotional moment—” atsumu tried to say in the midst of his escape attempt. however, you grab him by the wrist, almost pulling his arm by his socket. “ow!”

“come here.” you pull him in for a hug, osamu too, practically squeezing the two to death. “you’re a pain, but thank you, atsumu.”

“can i go now?” he asked, trying his best to writhe out of your grasp. you were strong, atsumu couldn’t deny that.

“yeah, yeah. get outta here.” you scoff as you let him free.

atsumu mumbled some words over how it was “about damn time” on his way out, which sent you and osamu into a fit of giggles. once the laughter died down, reality set in. now both you knew that you liked each other, so what now? what else was there to do?

“so…”

“so..?”

“you think they’re all still waiting on that rice?” you ask awkwardly.

that was the last thing osamu cared about in this moment, truly. he waited so long for this, never thinking there ever was a chance. dare he ask you to pinch him would seem silly now. all he wanted to do now was finally kiss you without hesitating.

“oh, screw the rice.” osamu said, grabbing your hand as he pulled you close and pressed his lips against yours. your hand that clasped his rested over his chest, his heartbeat thumping against your touch. has his heart always beat this fast in your presence for all this time, you couldn’t help but wonder. it was safe to say no one was getting their rice now, but neither of you gave a damn.

meanwhile, in the living room, atsumu finally returned, although with an irritated look on his face. he sat down in between bokuto and hinata, who were both curious about the food.

“hey, how’s the rice going—” hinata began to ask before being quickly cut off by atsumu.

“just watch the stupid game.”

#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyu x female reader #osamu miya x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu x reader #miya osamu x female reader #osamu miya x female reader #osamu x female reader #osamu miya #miya osamu #pluto writes 📝#gif divider by cafekitsune

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briology · 11 months

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VERSACE ON THE FLOOR

pairing: model! benimaru x model! black reader genre: smut, fluff content: beni and reader are models under the same company, reader hates beni and beni finds it funny, teasing, oral (f receiving), fingering, aftercare, mentions of drinking a/n: sorry for being gone for a while, i was handling college stuff!

model! benimaru whom you hated with a passion. hated the way he gained a lot of attention from others with just breathing. he knew his looks had too much power, but he uses it to get whatever he wants from the company. whether it'd be a day off, an expensive item, or even a break that is longer than his usual time, he gets it. you hated it, hated it so damn much. like, sure you get what you want, but you're different with it

model! benimaru who you had to do a shoot with for versace. versace being one of your favorite brands, you were excited to do this shoot, but not with beni. oh no no NO. but, as the two top models in your agency, it was perfect for you two to be in the shoot together. but for some reason, beni was a lot toleratable than usual for this shoot. even when he was smirking at your annoyance in the beginning, it didn't bother you as much as he used to. you felt, weird inside. maybe it's the air.

model! benimaru who you have grown closer to after that versace shoot. you actually had forgotten that you hated this guy, but turns out you have some things in common. you had also found out that he never even hated you, but more saw how fun it was for him to tease you. you never thought that you would ever be finding yourself building a close bond with beni, especially your history with him. maybe you realizing that this "beef" was one-sided was the ticket to this.

model! benimaru who invited you over to his penthouse for a drink. you accepted not thinking too much of it. it was just drinks right? just wine (hennessy and sake on beni's part of course) between two people who are horny adults who have had a lot of tension between them since they have laid eyes on each other, nothing was going to happen, you were sure of it. (no you weren't)

model! benimaru who you had too many drinks with. having too much wine, hennessy for beni, it was a mess. you both were both in his kitchen, listening to r&b music, while slowly dancing with each other. with boldness, you pulled him closer to your body. you felt like a kitten in heat when he was close to you. beni felt the same way. the way you looked so gorgeous to him, when all you worse was a shorts bra and some versace shorts. the way your hair suited you perfectfully. god, he needed you as much as you needed him

model! benimaru who had you arching your back from the bed because of the way he was pleasuring you with his tongue. with both of yall's clothes on the floor. holding your legs open while they were struggling to be kept open. making vibrations on your clit by humming as a reaction to you pulling on his hair because of how his tongue was treating you. his fingers then came into contact with your entrance, rubbing it, with a mixture of it being soft yet rough. he inserts two of his fingers inside of you while keeping his tongue inside of you. you can feel yourself letting go at that moment. cumming all over his fingers and tongue.

model! benimaru who ran a bath for the two of you afterwards. washing you up with a nice washcloth, getting every part of your body and giving you messages on your shoulders, your back, your neck, making every part that felt sore, feel much better with the work of his hands.

model! benimaru who cuddles you with care in his arms after the bath, while whispering small praises to you as you begin to fall asleep with the thought of how things would've been different if it wasn't for that versace shoot.

#benimaru shinmon #benimaru x reader #benimaru x black reader #benimaru shinmon x black reader #benimaru shinmon smut #model benimaru #black reader #fire force #enen no shouboutai #anime #bri's works<3

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helloalycia · 1 year

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moving on [five] // alicia clark

summary: for the first time in forever, you have enough time, time to indulge in a relationship with somebody who wants the same. But as always, something has to get in the way...

warning/s: mentions of minor violence and weapons.

author's note: sorry in advance for this one 👀 also i can’t remember if i said, but Y/H/C = your hair colour

one / two / three / four / six / wattpad / masterlist

With all the ways the world had changed these past few years, it was easy to think I'd never get to feel certain emotions ever again. And yet after sharing that kiss with Alicia, I felt like I was a teenager with a crush.

It was yesterday when she'd surprised me with the visit to the art gallery, doing so much for me that nobody had ever done for me in my life. Her kissing me only confirmed that she liked me, too. A miracle in itself, really.

I was stumbling over my words afterwards, despite any temporary confidence I'd had when asking her if she would kiss me. And she was the same, to my surprise, her confidence dispersing as soon as we pulled apart. Permanent grins fixed on our faces, I knew we had to talk about it, whatever we were. But for the first time in a long time, we had time. And since we were still reeling from such a simple kiss, we still hadn't talked about us just yet.

Today would be the day, I hoped. I was feeling pretty confident about what would happen considering everything she'd done for me wasn't something 'just friends' did. But I was still nervous for it to happen.

It never did, though.

A patrol unit came back from a shift with some newbies, bringing them back to the stadium. Alicia and I were with a few others by the gates, helping them in and making sure nobody was hurt. The group – a family of three – were shaken up as expected, but otherwise alright. Before I could help them out, I was called away by another resident to help with some other chore.

"It's okay, I can handle this," Alicia assured me when she saw I was being called.

She flashed me a small smile, making the butterflies in my stomach go crazy. All I could think about was our kiss, how soft her lips were, how perfectly she seemed to fit against me. I'd had her once and now she was stuck in my head permanently.

"I'll come back as soon as I can," I said to her, returning her smile, before looking to the family. "Sorry, I don't mean to be rude."

"It's okay, thank you for helping us out," the mother, Chelsea, replied gratefully as she held her young son.

I nodded briefly to them before leaving to help out elsewhere.

It was a few hours before I could find the family again, having been occupied by some gardening mess that had occurred at the end of my last shift. They looked a lot less startled when I found them in their accommodation unpacking.

"Hi," I said, knocking on their open door with a friendly smile. "It's me, Y/N. I was at the gates earlier when you arrived? I just wanted to check in and make sure you were all okay. I didn't mean to just shoot off like that."

Chelsea returned my smile as the father and young boy hung back, unpacking.

"It's okay, you looked busy," Chelsea replied, meeting me by the door. "We're doing a lot better now, thank you. It's honestly just amazing that there's a place like this out here. We've..." She paused, a frown forming on her face as she remembered something. "It's been hard recently. We really needed this. I guess we got lucky finding your patrol when we did."

I frowned, too, remembering exactly how it had been before I'd arrived here. That felt like forever ago now.

"Has it always been just the three of you?" I asked curiously.

She glanced over her shoulder at her family before motioning for me to join her outside. We both took a seat on the bench just outside the door and she began to open up to me.

"We were with a group, a long time ago," she explained. "But disagreements happened, people became untrustworthy, and my husband, Jack, and I decided it was better if we relied on ourselves. Of course, it's dangerous out there. We just didn't realise how much."

She paused, and then I realised a tear had slipped from her eyes and I immediately felt guilty.

"I'm sorry, Chelsea, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," I said quickly, wishing I had a tissue or something to give her.

She wiped it away and smiled through it. "It's okay, honestly. I just– we were on the move for a while. Getting by. We were lucky enough to find a temporary safety net in a loading dock at a supermarket. That's when we ran into this girl. She was alone and said she needed help. Jack, he didn't trust her. But I couldn't just leave her. It was one person. We had a lot of supplies from the trucks we'd found."

As she told the story, I could see the instant regret on her face and pitied her without meaning to.

"It was a trap," she said what I was thinking. "The girl was with a group. This big guy, their leader, I think, came in the next morning and stormed the place with his people. Jeremy or Johnny or something like that. They'd planned it all along. The girl was just scouting us out..."

As soon as she mentioned Jeremy, I froze and wondered if I'd heard correctly. It had to be a coincidence, right? But she'd mentioned a girl. It couldn't be... was it Y/S/N?

"We were lucky to have made it out alive, but they left us with nothing," Chelsea continued. "And then we were struggling for weeks before we found your patrol."

I was beginning to feel something I hadn't felt in a long time, and I wasn't sure it was a good thing.

"The girl who tricked you," I said, mouth going dry, "what did she look like? Where did you meet her?"

Confused, Chelsea answered, "That's weird, Alicia asked the same thing."

Alicia had heard this story before?

"It was a few hours west of here. She had Y/H/C hair, about 5'5 in height. A tattoo on her collarbone, right here."

She motioned to her own collarbone and I swallowed thickly because this was Y/S/N. It had to be. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Is this someone you know?" she asked defensively. "Because she wasn't a good person, Y/N. She and her people, they stole from us. Beat up my husband. They could have killed us if they wanted to."

My eyes were stinging as each word she uttered cut deeper and deeper. What had Y/S/N become without me by her side? Why had she stayed with Jeremy? Why had I stopped looking for her?

"I'm sorry that happened to you," I told her, finally finding my words. "Just know that you're safe here at the stadium. Nobody can hurt you here. Especially not– not her."

Chelsea exhaled in agreement, nodding, and I stood up suddenly, feeling overwhelmed.

"I have to go, but I'll see you all later at dinner," I said with a forced smile, before leaving.

The first thing I did was try to find Alicia. Everything Chelsea had said was horrible, and I knew that, but all I could focus on was that my sister was alive and out there! I'd stopped hoping, simply accepting that she'd moved on, but now I had the chance to get her back. To find her and bring her home. I couldn't waste it.

Alicia was hanging by the stadium seats by herself, occupied by a box of what looked like beads. When she spotted me, she began to smile and waved me over.

"So, I found this children's jewellery box and I was thinking of sorting through it before giving it to the kids as a little gift, what d'you think?" she asked with a pride-filled smile.

Any other time and I would have forgotten what I came here for, too enamoured by her kindness, but I couldn't bring it in myself to smile. Not with the news I'd just discovered.

Upon seeing my expression, her own smile fell and she put down what she was holding before standing up.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked with concern, searching my eyes.

I sucked up a breath, still in disbelief myself. "I was talking to the newbies and Chelsea was telling me about what she's been through before arriving here. And Alicia, she was telling me about this group – Jeremy's group. A girl that sounds a lot like Y/S/N was with them. I think I've finally found out where my sister is."

I wasn't sure what I was expecting her reaction to be, but it certainly wasn't the one she was giving me. She was quiet, eyes avoiding mine, and that's when I remembered what Chelsea had said.

"You knew, didn't you?" I asked, hoping I was wrong. "She said you asked... you knew it was her." Her silence said it all and I grew offended. "What were you planning to do if I'd never asked Chelsea? Hide it from me?"

Finally, her eyes looked up and met mine, filled with apologies. "I wasn't certain. She mentioned her and I thought maybe it could be your sister. But we still don't know. We can't be sure."

I furrowed my brows, looking between her eyes. "I know. It has to be her. She's got the same tattoo and everything."

Alicia wasn't convinced. "It could be a coincidence."

"But it's the closest I've ever had to a lead," I defended, not sure why she was so against what I was saying.

"It's a long way away," she countered sternly. "And Y/S/N chose to leave, remember? She isn't lost."

I raised my eyebrows, amazed at how quickly it was all coming back. The argument we'd had when I first arrived here. "You don't know that. They could have forced her to go. She wouldn't just leave me. She probably thinks I'm dead."

Frowning, Alicia tried to be gentle. "No–"

"She's my sister!" I reminded her, raising my voice because she wasn't listening. Why wasn't she listening?! "I have to get her back! This is it, Alicia! This is what I was waiting for all along!"

"No, you tried, remember?" she said, unfazed by my shouting. Her hands rested on my shoulders as she searched my eyes. "You promised me you would leave it."

I clenched my jaw, shaking my head. "If it was Nick, would you leave it? Would you leave him be or would you go after him?"

"Nick didn't leave me for dead!" she snapped, losing her patience and letting go of me. "He wouldn't hurt more people!"

I frowned, stepping back slightly. So my suspicions were correct. She'd never liked Y/S/N, but now... of course she wouldn't see it from my perspective. In her eyes, Y/S/N was the villain. I wondered what she truly thought of me.

"Y/N, wait, I'm sorry," she said instantly, regretfully, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled it away.

"No, you don't get it," I muttered, eyes filling with tears. "I'm the older one. I..."

It was my fault she was like this. I couldn't just leave her. She was my responsibility. Alicia would never understand.

"Y/N–"

"No, forget it," I cut her off, wiping my eyes and looking the other way. "Just forget it."

I couldn't take standing here anymore, not when I knew what she was thinking of me. So, I left to have some space. I'd hoped she would be on my side and help me find my sister. But she didn't care.

Maybe I'd been wrong about her.

That evening after dinner, I was in my room packing my backpack. I didn't know how I was going to find Y/S/N, but I knew I had to try. And whether or not I had the support of Alicia, I was still going.

As I was folding up a change of spare clothes to put in, I heard a knock on the front door and went to get it. I was surprised to see Alicia standing there, assuming she'd leave me be after how badly our last conversation went.

"Hey," she said quietly, eyes meeting mine. "I... I came to apologise. About earlier. I never meant to upset you, Y/N."

I pressed my lips together, looking down and unsure what to say. Before I could think of anything, she spoke again.

"You're packing," she noticed, eyes focused over my shoulder.

I sighed, not bothering to hide it as I left to return to my bag. She followed behind me, a questioning expression on her face.

"I'm going, Alicia," I told her confidently. "And I don't care what you say." She looked like she had a million and one things to retort, so I continued, "I can do this alone. Like I should have in the first place."

Like I should have a year ago, I thought, but kept to myself.

"Y/N," she said, taken aback. "I care about you. I don't want you getting hurt."

I continued to stuff my clothes into my bag as I said, "I've lived this long. The infected don't scare m–"

"It's not because of the infected," she cut me off hurriedly.

I glanced up at her. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She frowned, pressing a hand to her head with frustration. "I don't want to argue with you again. But your sister might not be the same. You heard what Chelsea said. What her and her gang did."

My confidence faltered slightly. "It might not be what it seems, Alicia. It can't be the whole story."

Remaining calm, she asked, "What if she doesn't want to find you?"

"She will," I said with certainty. "I'm her sister."

Alicia's eyes softened, concern shining through. "Y/N, it's dangerous. Too dangerous. Especially for a lead that isn't solid."

I rolled my eyes, not wanting to hear her doubt this all over again. The last thing I needed were doubts, especially when I was packing to leave.

"I don't need to listen to this," I mumbled to myself, before attempting to walk past her and outside, but she grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

"I'm telling you not to go!" she shouted, eyes watering.

"You can't tell me what to do," I retorted calmly, pulling my wrist from her grasp.

She swallowed hard, before a frown formed on her lips. "Please," she pleaded quietly. "Don't go. I'm begging you not to go."

It broke my heart seeing her this upset, and it was bittersweet because I'd never had someone care this much about me before. But I also couldn't listen to her because, deep down, I knew my responsibilities as a sister. Even if it meant hurting Alicia in the process.

"I'm sorry," I said, looking between her eyes. "I'm not asking you to come with me, nor do I want you to. Like you said, it's dangerous. And Y/S/N is my responsibility. So, I'm gonna go. I'm gonna get her. Away from those people. Back to me. Back here, where it's safe."

"Y/N, please–"

"No, Alicia," I told her, shaking my head. "I don't want to hear it anymore."

She didn't speak, just kept her pleading gaze fixed on me. And I couldn't take it, purposely avoiding her eyes because I feared that if she kept it up, I'd give in. Instead, I left to get some air and hoped I'd return to an empty room so I could finish packing.

I'd left during the night, finding it easier to sneak out than to figure out a way of saying goodbye to the person who didn't want me to leave in the first place. My backpack, a little bit of food and a stolen gun was all I'd brought with me, and I was lucky to find a bicycle to help ease the journey without a car.

Leaving things the way I did made me feel horrible, but I could only hope that when I returned with my sister, Alicia would find a way to forgive me. She had to because I was still in love with her and it sucked that I couldn't tell her the way I felt. It wasn't the right time, and now I didn't think it ever would be.

I severely underestimated how difficult it would be to make the journey to nowhere. All I had to go off was that Y/S/N was somewhere out west, or at least she had been. She could have been long gone by now, but it was still a better lead than I'd ever had. Staying at the stadium all this time had made me naïve – I'd completely forgotten how much of a toll travelling and running from infected could have on me. I'd had it good for too long and I was definitely paying the price.

What should have been half a day's journey took a whole day, even with the bicycle I'd been using. If there were any signs of her or her gang, I couldn't find any. The only thing I did find was the loading dock where the Chelsea's family had got robbed because I got Chelsea to circle it on a map before I left last night. Even then, there were no leads on where Y/S/N could have gone afterwards.

The sun was setting when I sat on the hood of a deserted car, tired and miserable. I wasn't ready to give up, knowing she had to be somewhere in this area, but I was definitely thinking about the stadium, about everybody there, about Alicia. I hoped she didn't hate me for leaving without saying goodbye, though I wouldn't blame her if she did. Maybe she was right and this was a long shot. I didn't know. But I definitely missed her. More than I thought I would.

Glancing up at the sky, I grew tired at the comforting orange-pink strokes of the sun. I needed to find somewhere to stay for the night before picking up where I left off tomorrow. Pushing myself off the car, I began walking down the empty road whilst pushing my bike, keeping my eyes peeled for somewhere to sleep. I certainly wasn't expecting to hear the sound of a gun cocking behind me.

"Don't move," a voice said, before I could think to do anything. "Hands in the air."

Cursing inwardly at the consequences of my fatigue, I listened to the stranger and raised my hands with defeat. My bike fell to the ground carelessly beside me.

"Grab her stuff," the voice continued, though speaking to someone else.

Hands grabbed at my backpack, harshly tugging it off my arms, along with my knife and gun.

"I'm not here to start anything," I said quickly. "I'm just looking for someone."

"Shut up," the voice commanded. "Turn around slowly. No funny business."

I swallowed nervously, turning around as they asked and coming face to face with two strangers – a man and a woman, both armed with rifles. The one who was holding her gun at me didn't look pleased, as the other was bent down and searching my things.

"Where did you come from?" the woman asked with narrowed eyes.

"Just wandering," I lied as best I could.

"You got a lot of good stuff for someone who's just wandering," the man mumbled as he pulled out my rations to inspect it. "You're lying."

"I'm not," I defended. "I just found–"

"On the ground," the woman shouted, flicking the safety off her rifle. "Now!"

"Okay, okay," I obeyed, head down as I kneeled before her. "Please, I'm not causing any trouble. I just–"

"Tell me where you got your supplies!" the woman ordered. "I won't ask twice!"

I panicked, trying to think up a decent enough lie so I had more to time to plan an escape. But the woman was pressing her gun to the top of my head and the man was beginning to stand up, his rifle also aimed my way.

"You have three seconds before I–"

"Wait!" another voice called from the distance, and I couldn't look up to see who it was, but it sounded familiar.

"She's got supplies," the woman who was threatening to kill me said. "Check out her bag."

"Fuck the bag," the stranger said, before the voice approached us and gasped. "Y/N. Is that you?"

My heart stopped when I realised why the voice was so familiar. Looking up carefully, my eyes widened at the sight of my little sister, alive and well and stood before me.

"Y/S/N," I murmured.

Her eyes widened too, and then she glared at the two others and pushed their guns down. "Stop it!" she told them. "That's my sister, you idiots!"

Immediately obeying, they lowered their guns and she began to help me stand up. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, too amazed to finally see her again. She was really here. I'd found her.

"I can't believe it," she said with disbelief, before pulling me in for a tight hug. "I thought– I thought you were dead. The fire– I–"

"It's okay," I interrupted, hugging her tightly. "I know."

She relaxed in my arms, and I closed my eyes, grateful to have her back.

"Come on, we can't stay here," she said after we pulled apart. "Our place isn't far. We can walk."

I nodded, grabbing my backpack and weapons from the ground. The other two people she was with didn't look impressed to have me join them, and I wasn't so keen with the idea either, but I wasn't about to leave my sister.

"D'you wanna bring your, er... bike?" Y/S/N asked, glancing down at it.

I grabbed it, feeling the need to take it with me since I'd had it for this long. "Ready when you are," I told her, still in disbelief at her presence.

She wasn't wrong when she said their place wasn't far. It was a well-guarded junkyard of all places, with brick walls surround it and the junk mainly still there. I didn't comment on anything, feeling slightly intimidated at the type of people that were hanging around. Some I recognised from when I'd stayed with them, but there had been plenty of new additions since.

I was led to the centre of their hideout, a shambles of a building that looked like the base of their operations. It was the only standing structure here, surrounded by campfires and tents set up by everybody else. We paused outside the front door and I watched as Y/S/N exchanged some words with others before joining my side again. I wondered if she held some kind of authority here, definitely not used to seeing it. But it had been so long – I had to remind myself that she wouldn't be the same.

"Come on, I'll get you a drink," she encouraged, leading the way inside.

I followed her through the building – past some guards, an office and a measly excuse of a reception – to the back where a small kitchen was. She motioned for me to take a seat at the round table by the wall before grabbing a water bottle and joining me.

"Dinner is still being prepared, otherwise I'd offer you some food," she said when she handed me the water.

"This is fine," I said, accepting the bottle and taking a sip.

She nodded, eyes looking between mine thoughtfully. "I'm sorry about before. Jack and Elise were just being cautious."

I was close to asking her why they were deciding to rob me without question, but figured now wasn't the time.

"You look well," she added, when I didn't say anything.

I stared at her, still dumbfounded. "I am."

"How did you know where to find me?" she asked, surprised. "Where have you been, Y/N? Did you come here alone?"

I leaned back, fascinated. Without meaning to, a smile formed on my face. "We have time, Y/S/N."

She exhaled softly, realising how eager she sounded. "Right. Sorry. I just– I can believe you're here. Alive."

"I could say the same about you," I retorted, nodding to her. "You look different."'

She touched her hair self consciously. "Yeah, I cut my hair shorter."

I winced, shaking my head. "No. I mean your whole persona. The way you carry yourself. It's different."

"It's been almost a year," she pointed out, a reminder I didn't need.

My smile faded slightly. "I know."

She frowned, eyes meeting mine desperately. "Y/N, where have you been all this time?"

I sighed, admitting, "It's a long story. I don't even know where to start."

"The fire," she pressed, eagerness returning.

I nodded, straightening up. "Right, the fire... I was hurt really bad." I pulled down my shirt over my shoulder to reveal the burnt skin. "It was a lot and I thought I was going to die."

"I thought you already were," she said, shaking her head. "I saw you. Jeremy did, too. He said– he said we had to go or we'd be next."

At the mention of Jeremy, my lips twitched, refraining from scowling. "Jeremy," I repeated, his name making me sickly. "Where is he anyway? He still part of this group?"

If she sensed my irritation, she didn't comment on it. "He's out. Overnight supply run. Should be back midday tomorrow."

I hummed, glad he wasn't here otherwise I wasn't sure what I'd do. "Right. Well, I made it out of the fire, but everybody had gone. I spent ages looking. I almost died for real, but then Alicia, she..."

My heart warmed at the mere thought of the green-eyed girl, how kind she'd been when we first met, how patient she'd been when I'd moved into the stadium.

"Alicia?" my sister asked with confusion.

I dove right in, explaining who Alicia was and how she'd taken me into her community to recover. I'd made sure not to tell her about the stadium, or even refer to it as such, considering how nosey her gang members had been with me earlier. It was easier for now, no matter how much I wanted to trust Y/S/N. So, I told her about that, about how I tried to look for her, about how I had to move on. I shared all of the wondrous things the stadium had to offer, how safe and secure it was, just like we'd always searched for. My hope was that I was selling it to her enough for her to want to come back with me.

"You keep mentioning this Alicia girl," she noticed when I paused to have some water. "Did she not come with you?"

"No," I answered, trying to hide my frown. "I didn't want her to. She was needed at home."

"Your community," she said, trying to understand.

"Yeah," I confirmed.

"You like her," she asked, though it was more of a statement.

I nodded, looking down, trying not to let thoughts of her plague my mind. Alicia hadn't wanted me to come out here, but she'd been wrong. Look at me now? I'd found Y/S/N.

"We had some new people show up," I continued, changing the subject. "They told me about how they took a girl in, but it turned out to be a trap and they were ambushed by a group. As soon as they said Jeremy's name, I knew it must've been you. But what your people did... I couldn't believe it. I almost didn't. The things they did, it wasn't you, right?"

She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "You never understood, Y/N, but it's survival."

I frowned, noticing how she didn't deny it. "It doesn't have to be like that."

"It does."

"No, it doesn't, that's why I found you," I said hopefully, leaning forward to look her in the eye. "I want you to come home with me. It's safe there and they have everything you could need. You won't need to do this bad stuff anymore. I know it's not you."

She raised her eyebrows, expression unreadable. "Leave? Just like that?"

"Yes."

She shook her head slightly. "I can't."

I scrunched my eyebrows with confusion. "What? Why not?"

Her eyes bore into me like I was insane for not understanding where she was coming from. I was her family, her flesh and blood. What reasons could I need other than that? Why did I have to convince her?

"This is my home," she said simply. "These people are my–"

She stopped herself, pressing her lips together, but I knew where she was going with that sentence and it broke my heart.

"Your family?" I finished for her, and it came out more judgementally than I realised. But I didn't care. These people were psychopaths. How could she think of them as family?

"You don't get it," she said defensively. "It's just like you with Alicia and your home. That's your home. They're your family."

"But you come first," I retorted, refusing to be used as an example. "That's why I'm here. That's why I left them."

"I can't," she said apologetically.

I stared at her with disbelief. "Y/S/N–"

"Not now!" she cut me off sternly, before taking a deep breath and standing up. "I don't want to argue now. I just got you back. You must be tired. Come on."

I drummed my fingers on the table impatiently, not wanting to end this conversation now, but she wasn't going to listen. So, I had no choice but to listen to her.

"Okay," I agreed reluctantly, standing up and following her.

She led me out of the building once more and down to a cluster of tents nearby. I felt extremely uncomfortable as bystanders eyed me suspiciously, but they seemed to keep their distance and have an unspoken respect for my sister. I was seriously beginning to miss the stadium.

"You should have a nap and I'll wake you when dinner is ready," Y/S/N said when we stopped outside an empty tent. "There's already a sleeping bag in there."

I glanced inside before nodding at her gratefully. "Thanks, Y/S/N."

She gave me a small smile. "I'm glad you're here, Y/N. I really missed you."

I watched her walk away, still uneasy with where I was but grateful that I found her. Yawning, I headed inside my tent and decided to make the most of my free time now and have a nap.

Time went by quickly when Y/S/N woke me up for dinner, and after making myself look somewhat presentable, I accompanied Y/S/N. It was roasted rabbit with some tinned vegetables that tasted alright, but nothing compared to the food at the stadium.

Y/S/N and I sat alone by the fire, talking about the good old days and our old lives. I could almost forget about where we were and how we'd gotten here, about all of the things Y/S/N had done in the name of survival. No, right now, we were just sister and sister, catching up after a long day.

Things were going a little too good between us, and I thought I could use it to my advantage. We were talking about a charity mud run we'd done in high school, laughing about when I'd slipped on the way to the water cooler, when I remembered the games we'd played at the stadium.

"You know, we did a series of games back home that was just as fun," I shared, a smile coming to my lips as I remembered it. "It was a competition to celebrate how far we'd come. Alicia organised it. There was an egg and spoon race, a tug of war, a sack race. It was awesome."

"Wow. Sounds like quite the affair," she admitted.

"It was, it was just like old times where we could do stuff for the fun of it and not just to get by," I said, glancing at her. "That's what I meant by it's different there. Different than what we used to do. It's about living. Enjoying yourself."

"Y/N..."

"I'm just saying, it's a good place," I told her as convincingly as I could. "Just the place we were looking for before we found this gang. It's perfect!"

"Y/N!" she warned, narrowing her eyes at me. "I've already told you. I'm not leaving."

"Not even for me? Your sister?" I asked with offence. "I came all this way to find you."

"Why do I have to leave with you? Huh? Why can't you stay here?"

Was she seriously asking me that? Like she didn't already know?

"My place is safer," I said with a low voice, hoping to avoid lurking ears. "It's self-sufficient. Better protected. You'll love it if you just gave it a chance."

She rolled her eyes, standing up. "I've told you that I'm staying. So, it looks like you made the journey here for nothing."

"Y/S/N–"

"You can stay the night, but you should probably leave in the morning," she continued without looking at me. "I can tell you don't want to be here."

And with that, she left me sat alone by the fire, and I wondered how everything could change so quickly.

#alicia clark imagine #alicia clark x reader #alicia clark #alicia clark x you #alycia debnam carey #fear the walking dead imagine #fear the walking dead #ftwd #feartwd

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longbobmckenzie · 11 months

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Season 6 Volume VII Thoughts

Okay, gangbang is cancelled. These boys are Not It™️. Well, except Andy.

Thoughts on the Boys

Hamish is the wurst. Honestly I'm not entirely surprised because he always did kinda look like a trust fund baby to me, but I'm sad for the people who were looking forward to him

Marshall's chat is dryer than the toast he makes. Ugh. I was excited for him because looks-wise, he's HOT. I want him to rail me. I had the hottest idea for him in the gangbang fic idea. But it's amazing how fast I soured on him.

Francis is exactly what I expected. Ew.

Andy is... really nice and sweet and precious. To be protected at all costs - therefore I will not couple up with him only to break his heart.

Other Thoughts

Me entering Casa, meeting the boys: "Hmm, something someone's missing." Honestly, having a separate date on the roof with Marshall was so weird

Also, Marshall sure mentioned being TWINS with Ozzy a whole lot of time, despite Ozzy never mentioning having a twin, and despite the assets indicating that Ozzy is 24 and Marshall is 27.

Same goes with the Ozzy story, like yeah I believe Ozzy fired him, but I don't believe Ozzy was a snake. It just seems like they wanted different things and Ozzy wasn't happy with the way Marshall was handling him. I trust Ozzy

I didn't actually take the gem scene to learn about Elliot and Grace but I heard afterwards and lol. Grace, girl... That whole situation is a mess

FB's obsession with celebs continues!

Okay, MC and Grace both seeing Marshall for the first time and thinking it was Ozzy? Um, beard and tats? Hello? FB, stop it with the twin identity crisis thing, please, I beg you. They're clearly different people. Also interesting how Grace didn't mistake us for Amelia this time, she's learning!

Another day, another special chat with Amelia. *yawn*

Okay, I'm just going for Marshall at every opportunity because I want the D, but HOW COME YOU CAN DO BITS WITH ALL THE OTHER GUYS BUT NOT HIM!?! Seriously. I checked the scripts and Marshall is the only one with a unique scene, the other boys all share the same one. Rude on so many levels.

Theories under the cut

Marshall is lying about being twins. He says it too much, so I think he's just trying to somehow gain sympathy with MC.

If you pick Marshall to share a bed with, Amelia starts to say he's the one she wanted to share with. She doesn't do it for the other guys. I think she'll bring him back if neither MC nor Grace do

Hamish is (thankfully) probably not an LI. Maybe one of the other girls picks him, but shame on them if so

The fact Bella points out that MC and Elliot are both single and it would be safe to pick someone means we're probably going to be forced to (I mean, we all thought this anyway). Might bring Marshall back just so I can dump his ass, OR pick Andy after flirting with Marshall the whole time

That's it, that's all. I honestly don't care enough at this point to think about all the potential Casa fallout.

I just want Roberto back.

#litg #litg s6 #longbob has thoughts

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partypoisonzz · 11 months

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thoughts on vamp!trey? any thoughts? any spare thoughts at all? 🫣

— (totally not sqiblet)

(also sorry if u we’re looking for mcr related asks i just now considered that as i’m writing this lol)

All asks of all kinds (except like my social security number and shit lol) are welcome here. Plus I want to let everyone know about our special boy. 😗

Vampire!Trey Headcanons

CW: NSFW content, AFAB reader, graphic descriptions of blood/wounds, mentions of death, mentions of scars, breathplay, mentions of menstruation

SFW

He's obviously fucking terrifying. Extremely strong, extremely intense, could totally accidentally kill you from feeding and has had it happen before with other people. But he loves you and you love him, so he has this compulsion to keep you safe that he hasn't had in the past, as well as a stronger telepathic connection than he's had with any of his feeding partners. He can tell when it's too much for you. As soon as this happens, he stops everything.

Kinda weird to say about a guy who could plausibly kill you at any moment, but he's an acts of service guy, — partially because you're keeping one another alive, which is the biggest act of service of all, and partially because he's come to know you so well and wants to make sure you have everything you want and need. But if you make over him for taking care of you, he will not take the bait. He just gets all embarrassed and tells you to shut up and not mention it.

Secretly obsessed with the heated blanket that he puts on to keep you warm after he takes too much blood. He's been ice cold for nearly thirty years, so the warmth makes him feel weirdly human. He also likes how you fuss over how cold he is, all the while curling in closer to him. You don't mind wrapping yourself around a gigantic ice block. That's amoré.

Fixated on your bite scars. It isn't that he feels guilty, — it's the only way he can live, and you want him to do this, — but he still can't function knowing he's left permanent marks all over you without drawing attention to it. He traces over them when you're laying together. He kisses them sometimes, too.

Loves how affectionate you are towards him, but doesn't know how to handle it at all. Part of him still feels like he doesn't deserve you, or that your attachment to him is just a result of the mild mind-control powers that his venom contains, so having you look at him like he hung the fucking moon feels disconcerting. He never asks for reassurance, but he needs it when he gets into his depressive, paranoid moods. If you keep telling him you love him, he just might eventually think that he deserves it... Maybe.

Gets in moods sometimes where he's essentially an apex predator with the zoomies. At that point, you just kinda have to try and fight against his superhuman strength and dramatically freak out while he pretends to eat you in a borderline cartoonish fashion. It's fucked up and ridiculous, but it's one of the only times he treats his condition like something other than a curse, and also you generally end up making out afterwards, at which point he usually bites you for real.

NSFW if ya nasty

Gets so, so needy when he's hungry. If he's gone a couple days since he first realized he needed to eat for whatever reason, he will be a trembling, wild-eyed mess when you finally tell him to take what he needs. He's always a bit less considerate than usual, biting all over with reckless abandon, but he's usually also gasping and moaning, telling you that he "needed you so bad" and "you taste so good, fuck, you're perfect."

Uses his telepathic powers to edge you. He knows when you're close without you saying anything, and he stops just to make you beg. He wants you to be shaking and crying, pleading with him to let you come. This usually ends with either his teeth in your neck while he fucks you harder or removing his head from between your legs to finish you off with his fingers while he bites your thigh. The overstimulation of having him bite you while you finally come always leaves you a fucking wreck.

He also pushes every limit he can because he knows exactly how much you can take. He will press down against your windpipe until he knows he needs to let up, edge and/or overstimulate you until you can't speak, fuck you as hard as he can with his hand over your mouth until he knows that it's too much. Even when he knows he needs to settle down a bit, he keeps up the aggression, telling you to "just take a little bit more, I know you can" and "stop making so much fucking noise."

Loves eating you out. He has you sit on a towel every time regardless of the time of month because he always leaves a bunch of bites all over your hips and legs, so blood gets everywhere, anyway. Part of the appeal is that he wants to do you a favor after you've supplied him with his literal life-source, but also he just loves it in general. It feels intimate in a carnal way. He holds your legs open and goes absolutely insane. He's not gentle about it, — he literally eats you out like you're his last meal. He pins your hips down against whatever surface because his hunting instincts tell him not to let you move and fucking devours you without much rhyme or reason, smearing blood all over your thighs and his face. He'll make you come over and over until he's finally satisfied, laughing at your trembling legs and blissed-out expression when he finally pulls away.

Will have you sit on his lap while he feeds off you, so he can feel you up and, if you're lucky, finger you. Due to his predatory instincts, the more that you whine, the more ruthless he gets, pulling away from your neck to muffle your cries with his palm and tell you to stop squirming so it will be over quicker, even though he's rocking his hips up against you the entire time.

Licks the blood off of you every time he bites you. He doesn't want to waste a single drop, but he also just loves the way that you react, all desperate and usually already fucked out. Sometimes, he looks up into your eyes while he's doing it, and you're an absolute goner. You've come to crave the feeling of his tongue running over your wounds, and you find that the taste of your own blood in his mouth when you grab him by the hair and pull him up to kiss you isn't bad, either.

#pen gets asks #trey parker x reader #my writing #headcanons #vampire trey

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zenni-gotcha · 2 years

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Can you do a drunk lupgang around their s/o then invert it into how they would handle their s/o drunk?

[putting this one partially under a cut simply because it’s long and I don’t want to eat up people’s feed :)]

Lupin

If he’s drunk

Listen, it takes a lot to get Lupin of all people drunk

So if he’s drunk, then he is drunk

There’s one other thing that he is when he’s drunk, and that’s handsy

Not to mention, that he doesn’t care who sees him doing whatever

So, you have about ten minutes to get him somewhere private

Most of time when you do though, he passes out pretty quickly

Which is better for everyone everywhere because who knows what sort of damage a sauced Lupin III could bring upon the world

If you’re drunk

He will think it’s hilarious

Likes to try to get you to say of do stupid things

That being said, if it’s somewhere public like a bar, he’ll make sure that there’s no one else is messing with you

Maybe he won’t be completely drunk but he’ll be buzzed enough to make him giddy

That being said, he will make sire that you get back to your place safely and stay to make sure that you’re alright afterward

Won’t try anything if you’re too out of it

He might be a playboy, but he’s not that much of a scumbag

The next morning he might start hinting at some things that he’s been thinking about though

He is still Lupin after all

Jigen

If he’s drunk

Much like Lupin, it takes a lot to get him actually drunk

But, you can sort of tell when he’s getting there, as it sort of goes in stages

At first when he starts drinking he’ll loosen up a bit and start joking around a bit more

But the more drunk that he gets the more quiet he gets as well

More of a contemplative drunk than a loud, showboating drunk

He won’t want to ruin things if he thinks you’re still have a good time, so keep an eye out for him and when he might need to leave

This is the only time that he might get, “cuddly,” or at least the Jigen version of it

If you’re drunk

Like Lupin, he’ll think it’s hilarious

Unlike Lupin, he’ll only have you do embarrassing stuff if you’re not in public

Will let you do your own thing for the most part

But will also drag you home if you start getting too carried away

Will make sure that you get plenty of sleep and have painkillers for your hang over the next day

Will let you get a bit more clingy if you’re drunk, but will be sure that nothing past that happens

Goemon

If he’s drunk

The he’s sort of middle of the road when it comes to how easy he gets drunk

Might not take too much to get him loopy, but he doesn’t usually drink enough to get to that point so it usually evens out

If he does get that far, either by losing track of how many drinks he’s had or if it’s just the two of you and he doesn’t care, he will start to show a goofy side to him that people forget that he has

He will want you to get him back home as quickly as you can

While he doesn’t mind having fun with you or the rest of the gang, he will die if he does something embarrassing in front of other people

If they know who he is, that is

Sure, he’s done a lot of embarrassing things while helping Lupin, but he was always in disguise

Will literally hid in the middle of nowhere if he finds out that he did something stupid while he was drinking

If you’re drunk

He will let you have your fun

But figures that if he hated being seen doing embarrassing stuff then you probably do too

The fun comes if you’re really out of it and he has to keep you from bringing attention to the two of you while he’s trying to walk you home

That being said, he does think you’re adorable when you’re out of it, so he’ll let you be a weird as you want to be when your two are alone

Is probably the one most likely to make sure that you have all of the stuff you’ll need for the hangover in the morning ready to go

Fujiko

If she’s drunk

She gets drunk easily

But not because she has a low tolerance

It’s because she tends to prefer the heavy hitters as far as drinks go

When she does get drunk she’s more of a giggly, contemplative drunk

She more likely to say something than do something showy

Because if this, she doesn’t mind if she’s out and about when she’s buzzed

As long as there’s someone else with her to be sure that she doesn’t say or agree to anything too stupid

If you’re drunk

She might be inclined to let you do something embarrassing

But she wouldn’t let it go as long as Lupin would

You would maybe say or do one or two things, but then she would wrangle you in after that

She would be bad about encouraging you to drink too much too

Is totally the type of person that will get you to add one more after you say you’ve had enough

She’s been saying one more for about three drinks

Will actually make sure you get home a bit earlier than most of the others, aside from Goemon

She wants you to have fun, but also knows how difficult it can be to walk someone home when they’re totally wasted

Zenigata

If he’s drunk

It take a bit for him to get drunk…depending on what he’s drinking

The man can guzzle cheap beer like water and only get mildly buzzed

But the moment he gets something stronger, he is out

Mostly because he forgets that he’s drinking something with a bit of kick, and drinks the same amount

And you better get ready to get him out of there, because if you thought that he was loud when he was sober, you’ve got another thing coming

Everyone else in the bar knows that you’re there. There’s no question about that

So, unless you want everyone one within a twenty foot radius knowing all of the stuff that Lupin has done to him in the past, then you’ll want to get him home soon

The one saving grace is that he falls asleep really quickly after he gets drunk

That is, it’s a saving grace if he conks out after you get him home, and not while you’re walking him home

If you’re drunk

He doesn’t mind if you get drunk when the two of you are at home

But, will not let you stay in public while you are drunk

As your partner, it’s his job to protect you from everything, including public embarrassment

He will pick you up and carry you all the way back to where you are staying

Insists that he is fine doing it, no matter how much you insist that you are fine

What he won’t tell you is that he threw out his back carrying you for that long

Will forget how much his voice carries and give you so many headaches

He doesn’t mean to. He’s just checking in on you to make sure you’re feeling alright

#lupin iii x reader #lupin x reader #daisuke jigen x reader #jigen x reader #goemon ishikawa xiii x reader #goemon x reader #fujiko mine x reader #fujiko x reader #koichi zenigata x reader #zenigata x reader

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luminberry · 2 years

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A Pred who has two preys that are often gulped down together, and the Pred always compliments how full they make him feel (like a reverse of the two preds and one prey)

...yeah i have two lads for this lol

if you know me on discord at all, you'll know im a gayass who ships my lad Zeke together with Jasper and Bull with their respective muns cause im a sucker for big soft lads. wiggling @stuffems and @acorncake cause they own the other two lads bein mentioned here

Bull could, at times contain himself rather well went left around his smaller coworkers, of course there were times he indulged..But he always made sure to ask beforehand, unless his treat at that particular time had given him permission long ago to simply scoop them up whenever and tuck them away.

He was always more than happy to nab Zeke for this reason, the mans oddly delectable coffee flavor was hard to resist honestly. It didn't really hurt that the two of them had been dating for a few months now either so the fun of tucking your smaller boyfriend away for a few minutes added to their casual intimacy now and then. Both sides let the other know how they felt in their own various ways.

Course when they both ended up falling head over heels for a certain newcomer by the name of Jasper..Well of course those little shows of love and adoration of course extended to him.

Unlike Zeke however, Jasper held some..concerns about the whole process and was very reluctant to let Bull indulge in certain urges. The M4g of course understood his worries, it could be alarming and all that..He cared more about the wellbeing and happiness of his smaller partners above all else!

It was Zeke that came up with the idea first, and asked both Jasper and Bull separately their opinions on his idea..both seemed more than willing to try it of course if all parties were.

The idea turned out to be rather simple, if Bull ate both Zeke and Jasper at the same time..well being tucked away with someone to keep you company didn't seem so bad in retrospect. Zeke would offer to go first since at this point being swallowed down by Bull was almost second nature to him, not that he thought about that implication too much.

Jasper follows not too long afterwards with some gentle coaxing and praise from Bull, for his sake Bull takes extra care to make sure the trip down is gentle and calm..only moving when told to, Jasper has every chance to back out if he so chooses of course.. But eventually feeling the second form sliding down his throat brings a warm bloom in the bigger M4gs chest.

Jaspers happily met inside by welcoming arms and even gentler kisses and embraces once he settles down..Course nothing helps more than getting peppered by hugs and kisses from one of your boyfriends for handling getting eaten so well..Makes the whole ordeal less stressful after Jaspers left a flustered laughing mess in Zekes arms.

Bull can feel the two and can't help the happy thrumm starting up deep in his chest, feeling how comfortably full he is with both his smaller partners tucked away so safely and happy at last.

Settling down for a bit, he cant quite keep his hands off his midsection, a almost goofily happy grin on his face as he feels the two inside settling down, alongside a few wayward rubs from a tiny hands just seems to make it impossible to not want to rub and gently squish his companions to let them know moreso how much he cares for them.

The three of them fall into a happy silence, closer than possible in this moment and filled to bursting with love. Of course once Bull lets them back out and happily helps them both clean up does Jasper finally admit he didn't mind the whole experience..And that maybe now and again he wouldn't mind doing it again.

Hearing that..well no one could really blame Bull for stealing both his partners for a bit more time together, cuddled close it was more or less very evident the day would be spent together.

Not that Zeke or Jasper minded at all being hugged close to Bull, a day off from work wasn't a bad idea. And who better to spend it with than your two boyfriends?

#mawdness combat #g/t vore #extreme cuddling #soft vore

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claire-reads-romance · 1 year

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The Mistake - Elle Kennedy ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

"Are you trying to buy your way into my good graces?"

"Yup. And excellent pun, by the way."

"I wasn't punning. My name just happens to be a homonym." His blue eyes gleam as he downright smolders at me.

"I love it when you talk homonyms to me."

John Logan was really doing the most trying to win Grace back. After the hockey player accidentally showed up at her door, the two had a nice thing going until he messed it up because he didn't understand what he wanted. Despite his historical lack of interest in relationships, he really wants to go out with Grace, so, after a summer apart, he starts wooing.

While I found this book generally cute, the hockey team hilarious, and John adorable, something was just a bit off for me. John's home life was a big issue for him and the resolution to that problem felt rushed and way too unrealistic. The college party scene felt a bit too exaggerated for me. I also felt a little weird about John's refusal to leave Grace alone. I know it was meant to be cute and that she ultimately didn't mind, but following her home from the park was just too much.

Also, I'd like to mention that there is a scene in which a side character is almost sexually assaulted that I did not think was handled very well. I'm not sure that it was quite necessary to the story and I don't think the main characters' thoughts about it afterward send a good message.

Don't get me wrong, there's a lot I liked about the book, including John's ability to make friends with everyone and Grace's development into her own person outside of her parents and childhood friends. I loved the banter between the hockey team and I admired John's willingness to make sacrifices for his family. I liked John's quest to accomplish her six tasks so she would go on a date with him and there was some spice going on. Overall, though there were some things I didn't love, I thought the main couple were cute together and that it was a nice read.

"I love you, you stupid jackass."

#college #hockey #second chance #ish #book recommendations #booklr #3 stars #dual pov #groveling #🌶#the mistake #elle kennedy #tw sa mention

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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In Which Palpatine Leaves the Door Open

So, @purronronner suggested this on discord:

au where anakin finds out about palpatine during clone wars era like, coming in for a visit and overhears a conversation with Dooku about war planning he’s been pulled between palpatine and the Jedi/obi-wan/various things but I want to see him pulled between palpatine and his men could go either way on the sith part of the reveal even

palpatine is not aware! unless anakin’s course of action is to go “hey palpatine I must have misunderstood something right? :(“

(This was a group effort but there's a thing I wrote that requires this context so please bear with me.)

I'm just imagining Anakin backing out, closing the door, and turning to the Corrie Guard by the door to say a thing... and not finding words.

Eventually "Did you guys know he was evil?" "He's a politician, sir." "But like the evil ranting..." "He's a politician. Sir."

He's willing to use his men to save R2, but that's because R2 was part of the team and helping, not arranging battles to make things worse.

Anakin: Normally, I'd go to Palpatine to talk about my problems, but right now he is the problem... Obi-Wan and Yoda are off-planet.... Anakin, phoning up Padme: Help?

Per @atagotiak we also have some Intense Thoughts

Oh hey. The deception arc. And the subsequent argument that we don't see and stuff. Like there's all the ways you could justify it especially from an opsec standpoint (If Anakin acts like that around Padme why would anyone assume he can keep a secret about anything?) And it was a pretty tactically important thing for the war as far as anyone knew. But just. I've heard some people say that perhaps also Obi-Wan reasoned that hurting Anakin is an ok price to pay to make sure someone Anakin cares for doesn't die for real which seems plausible enough.

Anyways. My point is. Anakin gets a front row seat to sheevception when he actually sorta knows whats going on. Gets sidetracked halfway through yelling and stuff to think about how convoluted this whole mess is.

For more clone-centric things all the times Palpatine's like "I wish I could do more, it's truly regrettable, but..." Would just seem awfully fake now.

Anakin, belatedly: Wait, does this mean that, behind all the layers of bullshit, Palpatine was the one trying to kill Padme at the start of the war???

WHICH IS WHAT LEADS TO A WHOLE LOT OF FUN and yes this is the part I'm sort of proud of.

Okay so: Anakin's a shit liar, yes?

After he meanders over to Padme and has a breakdown, he then goes off to tell the Council about all this. I imagine she goes with him as moral support, and also because she wants to protect him from them calling him out on his legitimately terrible decisions. They're trying to come up with a plan to take Palpatine down without tipping their hands too early, because they need to investigate; for the sake of this plot point, we'll say that Palpatine mentioned a contingency plan while talking to Dooku, even if he didn't directly name the chips.

Someone mentions that Palpatine is going to ask to see Anakin, because he does regularly. And, as experience has shown, there is very little that will stop Palpatine from insisting that Anakin come see him. They can stall for a bit, maybe, but not for long.

"You could send me to the other side of the galaxy," Anakin suggests. "Short notice, so sorry, won't be around for a bit."

They point out that won't work forever.

"So... arrest me, or put me on a mental health hold?" Anakin tries. "Say I got violent at civilians or the clones for no reason and you need to make sure I won't hurt him, and then even if he visits me in the cell, I don't have to act normal 'cause he'll EXPECT me to be upset."

Palpatine presumably has spies all over, so he'd know that hadn't actually happened. Also, Anakin's too important to the war effort for anything short of a cold-blooded murder of an innocent, and they can't just take him off the field without an absolutely massive violation of the Code or his orders.

"Tell him I Fell," Anakin offers.

A Sith Lord would be able to feel that from across the galaxy, if it had happened, especially with the amount of time that he's put into grooming Anakin.

"Oh," Anakin says, and his stomach drops out as he realizes that he can either keep his secrets, or keep people alive.

He thinks about how Palpatine had targeted Padme already, and how if Palpatine thinks Anakin's betrayed him, then he'll probably do that again.

He thinks about 'a Sith Lord would know' and realizes... well.

Anakin values his freedom, but he also values his men, his padawan, his master, his wife... the wife that's in danger if Palpatine knows that Anakin caught him out.

The Order has to keep Anakin away from Palpatine. They need an excuse to arrest him. They need an excuse to hide him away, one that Palpatine won't question too hard.

A Sith Lord would know if Anakin fell. Even if he came back afterwards.

"So... so tell him you found out about the Tusken Massacre."

The what.

"...tell him you found out about the time I actually did Fall," Anakin says, squeezing Padme's hand. She knows. She's the only one who knows, on Coruscant, other than the Sith they're hunting. "On... on Tatooine. You can claim it was an anonymous tip. He already knows about that one. He's one of the only two people outside Tatooine that do. He might not question it."

(He won't question it.)

What did you do, Skywalker.

"I killed... a lot of people. A Tusken tribe. Including the children. Right before the war hit."

----

It's a hell of a way to fall on his figurative sword.

(Mace is... both impressed that Anakin would take the hit to make sure they can handle the Palpatine problem, and horrified about the Massacre, because... who wouldn't be.)

(Mace is unfortunately Anakin's main handler on this project.)

Anakin puts in so much effort, all the time, into not Falling, so it’s surprisingly (terrifyingly!) easy for him to fake a 'near miss' with the Dark just by thinking really hard about things that make him angry. Nobody wants him actually Falling for the ploy if they can help it, but they need to sell the bit, and Anakin's... well. He's Anakin. It's easy to think about his own emotional volatility until any control goes out the window.

He's sacrificing a lot for this mission! It's fine! He's fine!

(Padme, the council is judging you so hard right now.)

Palpatine comes to visit Anakin in prison, and it is very easy for Anakin to disguise his anger as... a different anger. I have a very intense mental image of Anakin working himself up into a frenzy when Palpatine comes to visit, and then at some point in the following conversation he just snaps something about how "you said they were animals who deserved to die."

The Council can even eke it out a bit, make it so they don't want to admit why Anakin's in prison or under a psychiatric hold or whatever they claim it is, so their "I'm hiding something vibes" look like "I'm hiding the fact that one of our most recognizable war heroes just came clean as a mass murderer and we have no idea how to handle it" instead of "I'm hiding that we know you're a Sith Lord and are working to take you down."

Obi-Wan comes back from an off-world mission to find out that Mace arrested his former padawan and Ahsoka hasn't stopped crying for three days because nobody will tell her what's going on.

(The Council decided this couldn't be risked on even an encrypted comm.)

(They maybe tell him soon enough? But also they might treat it like the Hardeen thing and use his reaction as fuel to keep Palpatine convinced.)

SKYGUY GOT ARRESTED AND NOBODY'S EXPLAINING WHY.

Rex is overwhelmed because it's been his job to keep her calm.

Anyway, padawanship has been temporarily transferred to the grandmaster. You were half-training her anyway.

Insert a subplot about Obi-Wan being horrified and betrayed and aiming the feeling at Padme because she knew about the Tuskens and never told.

#Anakin Skywalker #Sheev Palpatine #Obi Wan Kenobi #Padme Amidala #Mace Windu #star wars #the clone wars #Tusken Massacre #Ahsoka Tano #Captain Rex #Phoenix Posts

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amysteriousmessenger · 3 years

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First time with RFA + V and Saeran?

/cracks knuckes this is gonna be a long one, if anyone wants me to write one with Ray, Suity and Unknown please let me know <3 REMEMBER TO PRACTICE SAFE SEX!! Under the cut because of length - <3 please consider reblogging, I spent so long on this! <3

First Time with RFA (+ V and Saeran) Headcanons [VERY NSFW]

Yoosung Kim First Time Headcanons

Your first time with Yoosung would be a bit of a long time coming. He’s nervous because he doesn’t want to mess it up, and he’s also not quite sure how to approach the subject. He gets overly worried about your boundaries whenever he wants to bring it up and just ends up never mentioning it. This would result in a lot of abrupt ends to make out sessions because he can feel something rising and doesn’t know what to do about it in that moment. Eventually, he’d start to bring it up but you’d have to meet him in the middle of the conversation before he got too flustered and jumped ship.

There wouldn’t be an immediate plan as to when it was gonna happen, but he would frantically buy some condoms at the pharmacy in advance. However, it just so happened that that was the day that the self-checkout was broken and he had to go to a real worker. He’d very much consider asking Zen for advice, and would probably hint at asking before deciding he couldn’t handle boosting Zen’s ego like that. Eventually, he’d just lightly google it and maybe ask one of his LOLOL friends for any general pointers.

It’d happen in his dorm room after a movie had turned into some heavy kissing and a little bit of light touching and resulted in you getting onto his lap. You’d be nuzzling kisses into his neck and losing yourself in his little gasps and moans when you’d felt him getting hard through his jeans, and then he’d be very embarrassed that you’d felt it. He feels like he should be a little more forward, but the words escape him. He’s enjoying himself and he doesn’t want to stop but he can’t find the words to keep it going.

You’d ask if he wanted to continue and when he agreed, Yoosung would be a little bit bolder and would move you so you were lying down and he was on all-fours above you: continuing to kiss you from that angle.

He’s a little flustered and uncertain about, well, everything. He has a vague idea as to what he should be doing, but you’d going to have to move his hands down your thighs and up your shirt to encourage him that you want this as much as he does.

He is continuously asking if you’re sure you want to continue, if he’s touching you right, if he’s making you feel good, if he’s putting too much of his weight on you- please assure him that you’re fine, baby is nervous.

Yoosung’s very flustered about seeing you undressed for the first time, and you’d most definitely have to take your bra off for him because he does not know how that thing unclips. He’s also a little shy about taking his clothes off for you too, and you can tell he’s embarrassed from the heat radiating off his entire body. It’s his first time too, after all.

He definitely stumbles his way through the foreplay and you have to remind him to not be so tense, it’s supposed to be fun! He’s very worried about finishing too early since it’s all new to him.

Yoosung’s movements are stiff at first and he’s definitely using his back and not his hips but with time he’ll loosen up a little and get into the swing of it better. You’ll have to guide him and help him set the pace, but he’s more than willing to do what you ask in order to make you feel good! He doesn’t want your first time with him to be disappointing!

He’s SO loud with his moans that you’re 100% certain that his flatmates have heard.

Zen/Hyun Ryu First Time Headcanons

Your first time with Zen would happen pretty early on in your relationship. He’s both needy and affectionate, so it makes sense you’d end up in bed together sooner rather than later. His flirting would turn to kissing, which then turned to heavy petting, which then turned into him carrying you bridal style through his apartment towards his bed.

Zen hasn’t been with anyone in a while so he sort of has to root around in his bedside table for a condom, and then has to check the date to make sure it hasn’t passed it’s use-by-date. Luckily for you both, it hadn’t: but at that point, Zen would have probably sprinted to the pharmacy at top speed and back in order to buy a new box if they were out of date. Nothing could stop this man now that he had gotten a taste of you.

Zen’s absolutely going to show you a good time, he feels a little rusty at first but once he remembers where and how to touch you, it’s game on. He’s in two minds about ‘unleashing the beast’ because he’s going to make damn sure that your first time with him is one you’re never going to forget, but he’s worried he might overwhelm you. He’ll quickly throw the latter thought away when he undresses you and gets his hands all over your thighs.

Zen’s really good at periodically asking whether you’re okay with what he’s doing at each stage and before progressing to another act, he wants to make sure that you want him as much as he wants you.

He’s great at foreplay, he prides himself on it actually. He’s got wonderful fingers and he knows what he’s doing with his tongue. It makes him feel so good to see you coming undone like this before he’s even had his way with you. He’ll insist on making you cum with his hands and mouth before going any further. He’s going to make tonight all about you.

Zen’s a little bit possessive and it’ll show on your thighs, since they’re covered in lovebites.

When he’s above you, ready to move on to main course of the night, he’ll ask once again if you’re sure about this, slightly worried that maybe you’d not thought it through and perhaps just been swept up in the moment: ‘Jagiya, I just want to make sure you’re doing this because you want to, not just for me.’ - ‘Of course I want to, I’m here with you because I want to be.’

The only way to describe Zen in this state is hungry. He promised to ravish you and that’s what he’s doing and then tenfold. He’s so spurred on by your moans, your body and the animalistic need of not having done this for so long.

He has a sex playlist and has it on shuffle the entire time. Zen absolutely is going to match his speed to the music whilst still trying to be absolutely in tune to you and your body.

He goes absolutely insane when you wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him as deep as he possibly can into you, especially when you cry out his name as you do it. He makes a point of wanting to make you moan as loud as he can, it’s good for his ego and lets him know he’s fucking you right.

He can’t help himself but lightly bite into your shoulder as he pounding in to you. Underneath him, you look good enough to eat.

Jaehee Kang First Time Headcanons

Your first time with Jaehee would be a little bit of a wait too, but not as long as Yoosung. Jaehee feels bad that she doesn’t really have time for a relationship with her job, so she feels as though she neglects you a bit unintentionally, and then she’s usually so tired in the evenings that she just passes out with exhaustion. So realistically, it would have to be either over a weekend over a holiday when the two of you were finally intimate together.

You’d both be watching a musical and by the time it ended, it was practically time to go to sleep anyway. Since you were already in an established relationship with Jaehee and were getting physically comfortable with each other, you just slept in her bed whenever you stayed over.

It would start with a little bit of light kissing and touches, which turned into soft moans and gasps. Jaehee’s a little embarrassed at the noises she’s letting out, but it’s been a while she’s she’s been with anyone so the sensations feel so new to her again.

You’d probably have to be the one to initiate it because Jaehee’s a little uncertain as to how to proceed, especially if she’s never been with a woman before. You place your hand on the inside of her thigh and break the kiss for a moment to ask: - ‘Do you trust me?’ ‘Of course, _____.’ - ‘Do you want me to keep going?’ ‘I do...’

You’d start touching her through her clothes first and then slip your hand underneath into her underwear when she’s a little more turned on. Jaehee continues to kiss you as you touch her and you can’t help but mildly embarrass her at how cute her little moans and whimpers are.

When Jaehee touches you, she’ll start the same way by touching you with her hand and then asks if you’d like her to do a little bit more than just using her hand, to which you moan out that yes, you would like that.

‘You might have to show me how you like it. I want to make you feel food so please, don’t be afraid to tell me if you want it differently.’

She hesitates a little bit when she’s actually between your thighs, and takes a few seconds just to steady herself before she starts kissing and lightly touching the inside of your legs, working her way up to your more intimate area.

Jaehee starts out very gentle and reserved and gets more confident in herself as your moans increased. You didn’t have to correct her one way or another because she absorbed your reactions very quickly and figured out what you liked and disliked and actually made you finish a lot quicker than you were expecting. She kept going so you could finish again, partially because she just enjoyed finally getting to be with you like this, and also because she wanted to make you feel as good as you make her feel.

You obviously repay the favour to her afterwards, Jaehee’s quite quiet so you enjoy finding new ways to make her moan and emit cute little mewls and gasps and then for her to be embarrassed over it.

It’s not the most energetic session, but it’s sweet, gentle and with infinite tenderness.

Jumin Han First Time Headcanons

Jumin wouldn’t wait too long before sleeping with you. He wants to be different from his father and make sure you’re comfortably together before doing anything beyond kissing, but he also can’t keep his mind from wandering when he’s at work. He wants to claim you utterly and entirely, he needs you to be his.

He would bring it up beforehand, because that’s just who Jumin is but he tries his best not to phrase it like a business exchange. He wouldn’t expect you to have a date in mind or anything like that, but he’d like the greenlight that he can start thinking about things like that. Jumin hasn’t been with anyone beforehand (almost entirely out of disinterest), but he already has basic things like condoms, lubes and a few other items at home, and plans to expand his ‘collection’ as your relationship progresses.

Jumin’s absolutely a wine-and-dine kind of man, so he’d have the full evening planned with you and finish it with accompanying him to his home to enjoy the night’s view from his building. He’d kiss you with a little more passion than usual when outside and things for descend from there. You go over to the sofa for a little while, essentially straddling him and loosening his tie and cufflinks, just to get the situation a little more heated.

Jumin usually can’t take a hint, but he does this time and continues to kiss you all the way to his bedroom where he has to stop himself from pushing you onto his bed and taking you right there. Where were his manners? Consent and foreplay come before that. Jumin’s actions aren’t fluid at first, but they’re certainly purposeful. He analyses each of your reactions as they come so he can gauge what you like and dislike and quickly turns to teasing you with his fingers and lips. ‘Would you like me to continue?’ He’ll ask, his voice seemingly as cool and collected as ever. - ‘Y-yes...’ You breathe out in response.

Jumin’s a gentleman and despite having no prior experience, he so easily controls the situation. He wants to make tonight about you and how good he can make you feel, he doesn’t feel any particular way about it being his first time in general, what’s most important to him is that it’s your first time together, so he wants to make a good impression. He takes a personal enjoyment in unzipping the back of your dress, commenting on how well the necklace he bought you suits you with a slight smirk.

He’ll comment on how beautiful he thinks your body is and that there’s no need to be embarrassed around him. He’s so considerate of you and your body, he knows how to touch you just right even though he’s never touched you like this before. He always waits until you’re entirely comfortable with what he’s doing with his fingers before progressing to anything more.

If you’re self conscious about the way you sound, Jumin will put a little bit of light instrumental music on, probably jazz. He’ll first misunderstand and think you’re worried about being overheard and try to assure you that he had no neighbours and it would take him a few seconds to realise what you were actually worried about and he would just melt. Jumin absolutely wants to hear how good he’s making you feel and your moans are turning him on so much, he doesn’t mind having some music play in the background if it means you're more comfortable.

Saeyoung Choi First Time Headcanons

Seven’s frequently made ‘no sex before marriage’ and ‘save room for Jesus’ jokes, but this boy is horny and no amount of porn and hentai is going to help him sort that out. Seven owns lube but doesn’t actually have any condoms in his possession since he was never actually expecting to get this far, so if you don’t bring one, he’ll either have to run to the store or, most horrifically, ask Vanderwood for one. Vanderwood doesn’t even dignify that text with a response.

There wouldn’t have been a plan or a real conversation beforehand, the two of you would have just been at Seven’s house watching a film or looking at memes on his bed before things got real steamy, real quickly and neither of you were in the mood to stop. You’d climbed on top of him to start kissing him, effectively (but unintentionally) pinning him to the bed when you’re felt him growing hard underneath you.

This would progress with some dry humping, which definitely made Seven harder and got you in the mood a bit more. You’d find Seven’s hands moved their way up to your hips, guiding your pace as you grinded against him. Seven’s very vocal when he gets into it and he’s a switch anyway so he doesn’t really mind who’s in control as long as you’re both enjoying yourselves. He can’t quite resist the instinct to buck his hips up into you. ‘I don’t mind if you don’t, but do you wanna go any further than this?’ He’ll ask from below before quickly adding, ‘Just, uhh, because if not- which is completely fine, I’ll need to go take care of this in the bathroom-’ - ‘Of course I do, idiot. I’m literally on top of you. Do you want me to stop?’ ‘Definitely not.’ Seven would reply, with a smile and half lidded eyes.

He’ll pull you down onto him, and then roll over so that he was on top of you, his hands quickly finding their way under your t-shirt and massaging at your chest. He’ll probably disappear to go and wash his hands before anything progresses further, since he had just been eating Honey Buddha Chips and didn’t want to touch you with dirty fingers.

If you want him to put on a playlist, it means you have to be willing to take the risk of getting fucked to ‘All Star’ - Smash Mouth and ‘Rasputin’ - Boney M, or God Forbid, just the entire Bee Movie script but the nightcore version of it. That can come at a later date.

You shouldn’t have been surprised that Seven was that good with his fingers, seeing as what he did for a job, but the man had talent. He’d be able to make you cum with his fingers alone more than once given the speed he was able to move them at.

Seven’s actually a little bit nervous too, since he doesn’t want to be bad for you. He’s spent his whole like thinking he’s a fuck up and he doesn’t want this to be another contribution to that. He needs a little reassurance too. There’s so much kissing and a few lovebites flying around. You even give Seven a couple and you laugh at him, knowing Vanderwood’s going to bully him about it tomorrow.

For the main act, he’d start on top but there’d be a good amount of position switching and you make an attempt at riding him for a bit. There’s a lot of fuck ups and laughter, but there’s even more love involved. He’d want to keep checking in and knowing that he’s making you feel good, but he can tell you’d having a good time from the way you’re riding him and the way you throw your head back every time he thrusts up into you. It’s lucky he has a lot of strength in his arms so he can hold you steady.

GE Saeran Choi First Time Headcanons

With Saeran, your first time would probably happen a bit quicker than people would expect. This man had been so deprived of love and affection for his whole life, and with the future so uncertain, he wanted to experience your love in everyway that you’d allow him. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about you in varying lustful daydreams before, especially when he was alone in his room at Mint Eye, or stuck in front of the monitors in the IT room. Ray nervously fantasised about it, whereas his dark Saeran alter angrily touched himself to a scrunched up photograph of you just to get you out of his mind at night, so it was safe to say he’d thought about it.

Sex is never just sex to Saeran, it’s offering everything you are to one another. To him, it’s loving, intimate and generous: which is exactly why he wants your first time together to be perfect. The two of you had shared a bed several times since you had nowhere safe to go whilst Saeran’s father and the agency were out for blood, so you tended to hotel hop a little and you both needed to know the other was safe and just have one other’s presence. Besides, Saeran wasn’t accustomed to the outside world yet and he wanted you there for help and guidance.

Saeran would probably ask you before buying lube and a condom in case you had any preferences, he doesn’t want to get ahead of himself if you aren’t comfortable yet, but he doesn’t want to be caught unprepared if the moment comes.

Saeran enjoys giving you romantic surprises now he has the freedom to do so, these include bringing you flowers, filling a bubble bath for you and buying you chocolates since he can’t currently make them. So realistically, your first time would probably be after he innocently did all of these in succession. He’d been working really late at his computer with the intelligence unit and continued working whilst you were in the bath, so when you get out and get into your new (rather short) night dress, generously donated by one of the clothing stores that Jumin owns, and telling him to come to bed for the night because you’ve missed him all day, he practically can’t keep himself from wanting to kiss you. His shoulders are pretty stiff from working at the screen for so long, so you pull him onto the bed with you, embracing Saeran as you lay down together, gently rubbing them to ease the tension.

‘Sweetheart, I swear you look more and more beautiful every time I see you. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, you’re an angel.’ He says as he moves up, cupping your cheek and kissing you gently.

Everything Saeran says to you is from the heart and you so readily reciprocate the love and affection he gives you. He places one hand on your exposed, lower thigh and slowly moves it up to where the hem of the nightdress sits, indicating that he won’t go any further until you tell him that it’s okay.

Saeran’s movements are slow but determined, he wants to show you physically how much he loves you, he wants to make you feel good while he can. He’d ask you to lay back on the bed so he can kiss you and touch you at the same time, touching you gently over your underwear first and then underneath when he asked you if it was alright for him to do that. ‘My love, I want to try and make you feel even better than this. Will you let me?’ he asks before he’s between your legs, gently moving your thighs apart so he can pull your underwear down.

Your inner thighs are covered in kisses and maybe even a little lovebite here and there. Saeran gives you a lot of attention with his mouth and he’s a little shaky at first but he’s very determined to figure out what you like best. He tends to tease you a bit, both intentionally and unintentionally. It makes him feel proud that he can get these kinds of reactions out of you, and a touch possessive that he’s the only one who can. He’d definitely want to make you cum with his mouth first, and then use his fingers on you since he wants your first time with him to be as painless as possible.

Saeran doesn’t actually expect any kind of solo treatment in return, so he’s absolutely ready to melt when you reciprocate the attention on him and he definitely has to make you stop after only a few short minutes because he doesn’t want to finish too early.

He’s almost instantly overwhelmed with sensation when he actually enters you and he has to concentrate for a minute or so to, firstly, let you adjust and secondly so he doesn’t cum right away. He’s a little self-conscious at how sensitive he is but it’s okay, he’ll get used to it with time.

He’ll kiss at your eyes and face while he’s waiting for you to adjust to him and give him the go ahead to move. His heart is thudding in his chest and it feels like a flutter he’s never experienced before, he has such infinite tenderness and affection for you and he’s so full of love to be able to show you that.

V/Jihyun Kim First Time Headcanons

V’s a man that plans ahead, so when he felt like the relationship was getting a little more serious, he’d make sure he had in-date condoms and a new bottle of lube for when things for a more intimate. He always tries to be considerate so figured he should buy these things in preparation to save you the embarrassment but wouldn’t mention it until you brought it up first. This was definitely a relationship that progressed slowly, since he had a lot of healing and self-work to do, it felt like he had to learn how to love all over again.

It would have been a late night with him, you’d have had a date that day and gone back to V’s for dinner with a glass of wine. You’d ask to go and see the starry night sky from his porch, with V laying down a blanket so the two of you didn’t have to sit directly on the cold floor. He’d gaze at you looking at the stars and have a sudden urge to kiss you, which then progressed into more and more kisses. V would lean you back onto the floor and would be to the side of you, leaning over and kissing you. Your hands are pressed against his chest as you enjoy the feeling of him cradling you so lost to him.

Perhaps it was the cold air that made the space between you feel so heated, but when V broke off the kiss to catch his breath, you immediately started kissing your way down his jaw and into his neck. You’d been waiting a while for your first time with him, and you didn’t want to rush him, but you were also so ready for him to just take you on that cold blanket outside on the porch. His warm hand squeezed your upper thigh and you thought for a second that he was going to tell you to stop, but instead he asked: ‘My love, don’t you think you’d enjoy this more on a bed?’

Once you’re in his bed, it’s like V unleashed a level of affection that he had been holding back for so long. He asks regularly if you’re okay with what he’d doing and that you can tell him to stop anytime that you want him to. You ask him, in turn if he’s sure that he’s ready and V assures you that he is, and that he doesn’t want to keep you waiting anymore.

He asks to take a photograph of you, nothing not safe for work (not yet), but he wants a picture of you on the bed, slightly out of breath with big doe eyes and puffy lips from the kisses you shared. It’ll be one of his favourite pictures of you for a while to come, and he’ll keep it in his most prized collection.

V gets hard just from touching you, he barely needs any friction of his own to be fully erect. And speaking of touching you, he does not stop. He’ll make you finish his his mouth, and then his fingers, and then his mouth again so that you’re absolutely ruined before he’s even gotten started. He was in a relationship for so long so he knows what he’s doing and the fact that he’s such a giving person means that you’re going to be entirely overcome with pleasure before he’s even inside you. You feel a little guilty about getting so much attention, but he insists that you deserve all of this and more.

He’ll put a little bit of music on if you want, but he honestly just prefers it to be the two of you. Your moans and praises are like music to him anyway, and that’s all he needs. He’s into body worship and he’ll praise and kiss every inch of you and make sure that you feel absolutely worshipped by him.

He sets the pace to be what seems to make you dig you your fingers into his back and the bedsheets the hardest, and he can’t help but chuckle at how cute he thinks you look underneath him.

He puts so much into it that you really can’t describe it as anything other than ‘love making’ and it was most definitely worth the wait.

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doubledgesword-2 · 3 years

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Breeding Kink

I’m taking this as a kink instead so I hope that’s alright for the request! I apologize if it isn’t! I treated them like drabbles and if I’m honest I’m a bit disappointed in my work ;-; this rose tea is not my best.

Illumi

You opened your door to your pitch-black apartment with the same sluggishness and tiredness you had walking all the way from your work to here. Today had been one of those days, and those were fine once in a while...but the entire week? No, that was not normal. You had been on edge and stressed to the point of burning out. So the plans for this evening consisted of showering, eating something quick, and just dying on your bed. That was until you noticed the figure sitting on your sofa.

Illumi's back was to you; he was so still and quiet, you might as well think he fell asleep while sitting.

"You're late," his voice cut through the silence.

"I didn't know I was expected," you replied, and it was the truth; Illumi had left for a week on a job and didn't even called you. You weren't feeling particularly forgiving this evening, and the edge of your tone contrasted the calm and monotony in his

"It's been a long day, Illumi, is there anything I can do for you?"

Your relationship wasn't the best when it came to normal; there was a lot of miscommunication or lack of it. But Illumi did his best, he was interested in you, and that didn't happen often.

"As my love interest, you should always expect me is a quality that every wife should have. It's their job to wait for their husbands no matter how long they take" Illumi turned slightly to look into your eyes as he talked.

You perked up at the word wife; he had never made allusions to marriage, at least not directly like this. You knew his goals when it came to relationships. Still, you always expected him to leave you in the end for someone more suitable, almost royalty. After all, his parents were very demanding, and you knew you didn't fit the role of the perfect wife, starting with the fact that you worked a regular job and haven't found your nen if you even had one.

"But we're not married, Illumi. Besides, I don't think your parents would approve of someone as vain as me. I'm not strong, and I don't meet the qualifications. So..." you shrugged in the end, dropping your keys on the counter and your bag nearby.

Your hand went to flip the switch; all this talk in the darkness was unnerving you, especially when you took into consideration Illumi was an assassin. Right when you flipped the switch, Illumi's hand was on your wrist, turning off the lights once more. You could feel his toned chest as he pulled you close to him. For a second, you struggled in a fight or flight response, and Illumi's face went to the crook of your neck. His breath on your neck sent chills down your spine as he planted a feather-like kiss on your pulse. The action almost threatening, and it made you swallow. The fear and desire burned equally in your veins as he stretched your clothes, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses all the way to your shoulder.

"I think I've given you too much freedom. Do you think you're in control in this relationship?" He whispered to your shoulder, his other hand holding you tightly to him. "Do you think you can talk back to me just because you're tired? If you're going to be my wife, you need to learn how to behave properly."

Illumi slammed you down on the island counter, both of your hands twisted on your back held with one hand. You gasped and yelped as he did so. Whether it was from desire or fear, you didn't know. He bent over you, leaning close to the side of your head, nibbling your earlobe and whispering.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you" Illumi's free hand caressed your side, going down and squeezing everything he could. "The first lesson is to obey my every command. Can you do that?"

You nodded frantically, and he tilted his head innocently as if he wasn't holding you down or grinding into your hips slowly.

"Good girl" Illumi turned your body so you'd be laying on your back facing him. His hands went to your shirt, ripping it open, sending the buttons flying all around.

"Second, we have to continue the Zoldyck Legacy..." Illumi caressed a trail down your stomach and undid his pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I'll ensure you're filled to the brim, just to be sure it takes. We still have all night to try."

Hisoka

Hisoka had managed to find you where you were staying. You were on a short business trip. After he had disappeared to go on another gig, you didn't think it would matter if you actually did the same for the same reason. But Hisoka didn't like that. Like the petulant child he is, he was expecting to arrive home and be received and welcomed with a nice meal and some more relaxing activities afterward. But all he got was a nicely written note on the counter explaining your absence.

P.S feed your cat dummy :)

"Hmm," the cat meow made him look down to the fluff currently sitting at his feet, "She left you too, huh? Well, at least you welcomed me." He said in a bitterly playful tone.

After feeding the adorable and fearsome beast that guarded your apartment, he went on to look for you. He wanted your attention, and he wanted it now.

You had been staying at a company-paid hotel near the station. It was a relatively short trip, three days max, counting on everything going according to the agenda. After you had finished your last reports, you were set for a nice shower and sleep. Your stomach growling said otherwise, though. So you ordered some room service and went to shower quickly just in case the food came. When you were out in your robes, there was a knock on the door.

"Coming"

You opened the door, still drying your hair, when you looked up at the man serving you. It was Hisoka. Somewhere along the way, after he figured where you were, he had seen the boy coming up with your food, and once that was temporarily disposed of, he went on to serve you.

"Mmm, hello (Y/N)-Chan, how lovely to see you" he rolled the cart inside the room and closed the door by slamming you into it.

"Hisoka, w-what are you doing here?"

"I was lonely and bored. You left me all alone" He licked a trip up your neck all the way to your cheek.

"You leave alone all the time; what's the difference?" You were angry at that statement, 'how dare he?'

Hisoka's eyes widened for a split second, but not in shock, more in amusement.

"Oh," he chuckled, the tone dangerous, "my bad, little pet, I didn't realize this was such a sensitive topic" his tone was whimsical and mocking.

"Here, let's eat, and maybe you'll feel better" without giving you a chance, Hisoka grabbed your arms and flung you into the bed.

After your first release, you felt tired. You had been working nonstop for these two days. Your eyes closed, and his half-lidded ones are the last thing you remember.

"You actually passed out, doll. Was our sexy time too much to handle, or have I been mistreating you all these weeks I wasn't there, hmm~?"

You let out a breath at his playful look. He was rubbing circles on your exposed stomach while straddling you.

"Mmm, I think you're not relaxed enough; we might as well try again. After all, you let all my efforts slip out; I'll have to work hard to fill you up again~" he pouted playfully, looking over your tired form. "Don't worry, you can sleep while I'm at it, little fruit."

Chrollo

You were currently perched on your island counter chair like a vulture looking down at its prey. The entire week had been a mess of deadlines, due dates, and unhelpful people. To say you were stressed was an understatement. You were so stressed you no longer felt stressed.

That's how Chrollo found you when he entered your house. He could've used the front door, but he wanted to surprise you, and now he was worried about your confused face staring down the laptop screen.

You were so concentrated that when his hand laid on your shoulder, you jumped with a yelp.

"Argh, don't scare me like that," you chuckled, giving him a quick peck on the cheek but immediately turned to the computer screen once more.

Chrollo pouted slightly. He had been gone for an entirety of two weeks because of a small job; the least he expected was to be received with kisses, praise, and hugs like it was a kings parade.

He understood the stress, but he wasn't having it.

"Have you eaten anything?" He casually asked.

"Not really, but I can make you something if you want?" Chrollo gave a small smiled at the fact that you'd roll were willing to attend to him. You just needed to relax.

"Don't worry, love, I'll go shower" you nodded, and he turned, making his way down the hall and disappearing. You heard the water turn on muffled because of the closed door.

While you were concentrated on your work Chrollo slipped out of the bathroom, he grabbed you by the waist, spinning you and slamming you against the wall. His lips were possessive and angry as he kissed you. Sandwiched between his toned chest and the wall, you tried to push him back but eventually gave in to the way his fingers caressed your sides, his tongue forced yours into submission, and how he grinds his hips suggestively.

"Chrollo," you gasped when he finally let go of your swollen lips to suck on the skin of your neck. "I have to w-work."

At the mention of it, he bit down hard on your shoulder, making you Yelp.

"No more work" he licked the bite, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses. "I just returned, expecting my little darling to receive me with kisses and at least one hug. But instead," his free hand grabbed your hips tightly enough to bruise, "you've overworked to the bone" your hands held his head close to your chest, ruffling his hair in the process and making him look even hotter.

"I-I"

"It's alright, I know how you can make it better" kiss on your shoulder.

"for both of us" kiss on your jaw.

"I'm going to shower, and you're coming with me; after getting on your knees for me, you can let me fill you up nicely."

"But-t" a moan slipped your lips as his knee went between your legs.

"And if you keep protesting, I'll just keep stuffing you until you can't think straight. See if you can work after that"

I hope this was good! I’m sorry if I butchered this 😭

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little-spoiled-brat · 3 years

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MAXY MAX‼️ MAXENNNEEEE‼️

Can you do 4 levi x reader for the 100 followers event😩🤲🏼

Levi asks his pregnant wife to sit on his face.

She's wary about because if he hadn't noticed already, she's carrying an extra few pounds.

But he's not worried about it, he just wants to suck on her clit while her stomach is in his hands😌✋ extra points if he feels the baby kick🙂

WRITING PROMPT # 30:

"taking my cock so well"

pairing: levi x reader - nsfw, minors dni

cw: facesitting, oral f receiving, mentions of breeding and unprotected sex

author’s note: when you woke up from a 5 hour nap and feeling energized to write smut😂

- baby kicks -

for the last seven months, you’ve gotten a tad heavier by a few pounds because of the ever growing baby inside of you — you didn’t mind though, waking up everyday to the feeling of your strong and healthy baby kicking your stomach. he has gotten quite active at that recently.

“oh!” you chimed, putting your hand on your stomach as the baby kicked repeatedly. levi’s head snapped towards you from his desk and lifted an eyebrow.

“he’s awake” you said to your husband, feeling the baby kick again, “and active too”

the second levi hears that the baby was kicking, he stood up from his chair and went over to you on your shared bed. he laid down next to you, putting his hand on your stomach.

“here” you said, putting his hand over to the area the baby kept kicking. you waited a bit until he kicked again.

“holy shit. oi, smaller brat, don’t kick your mother too hard like that” levi said, kissing your stomach after feeling how hard the baby kicks at you everyday. you smiled, watching him kiss your stomach and whisper sweet nothings to the child inside.

“we made that” levi breathed, never taking his hand off of your stomach to feel him kick again — he was as obsessed as you at feeling him kick.

“yeah, we did” you said softly, running your hand through his hair as he crawled up a bit and attached his lips with yours.

the kiss slowly turned heated when levi swiped his tongue at your bottom lip, reclaiming the territory that was already his. you moaned lightly, feeling his tongue explore every inch of your mouth.

levi’s hand slowly made it’s way to your thighs, lightly rubbing the inside of it before reaching your clothed clit. you gasped at the contact, feeling sensitive there as the both of you hadn’t had sex in a good few months.

“levi” you breathed, your eyes closing shut as he continued to rub your clothed clit. you moaned, gripping the sheets beside you.

“fuck, you’re already so wet” levi said, slipping a hand inside the shorts you were wearing and began circling his fingers on the sensitive bud.

“levi” you moaned, back slightly arching off the bed. levi lightly growled, unable to hold himself back anymore. he laid down beside you, patting at his chest as you took a few seconds to understand.

“levi, you know i’m carrying a few extra pounds” you said, not wanting to sit on him when you’re a bit heavier than before.

“i can take it, y/n” levi simply said as you searched for any sign of uncertainty in his eyes but found none. within seconds, clothes were discarded on the floor and you were straddling levi as he sucked on your clit.

“ah- fuck, levi” you moaned, throwing your head back and your eyes snapped shut from the pleasure you haven’t felt in a while.

levi wrapped his arms around your thighs, resting his hands on your stomach as he sucked and flicked at your sensitive bud.

“shit, i missed this” levi groaned, abusing your clit harder as the pleasure felt overwhelming and the knot in your lower stomach was becoming too much to handle.

“levi, i-i’m going to cum” you whimpered, holding onto his arms for support as the knot slowly started to unravel itself.

“cum on my mouth, brat. make a mess” levi commanded and you were sent flying over the edge. choked moans escaped your parted lips as you came on his mouth, legs shaking from the intense pleasure. levi smiled, feeling the baby kick underneath his hands while you were sent into blissful ecstasy.

”good girl, y/n” levi praised, rubbing your stomach and thighs as you came back down to earth. you got off of him and laid back down on the bed next to him.

”he was kicking when you came” levi mentioned, aligning himself with your entrance. “he was- oh fuck!”

you were abruptly interrupted by levi’s cock entering your tight pussy, stretching you oh so deliciously. you held onto his arms, whimpering at the pleasure he was causing.

“look at you, taking my cock so well” levi cooed, bottoming out on you as he leaned down and kissed your forehead. it left you breathless, the feeling of him inside of you was just pure satisfaction.

”fuck- please do something, i can’t take it anymore” you whimpered, slightly rolling your hips against his to get any kind of relief. levi chuckled at you neediness, kissing your forehead once more before slowly thrusting into you.

“you’re so tight” levi groaned, thrusting a bit faster. moans from the both of you filled the room, the sound of skin slapping against skin was sending you to the edge.

”you feel so good, brat. it‘s making me want to fuck another baby in you” levi groaned in your ear, shifting a bit to hit your g-spot with every thrust. you moaned at his words as it turned you on even more.

levi noticed the way his words affected you, a smug smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“do you want that? do you want me to fill you up to the brim and fuck another baby inside of you?” levi teased, cupping your cheek tenderly as you looked up at him with misty eyes.

“please” you breathed, looking at him with pleading eyes — longing to feel his cum inside of you, filling you up until it spills out of your tight hole.

“fuck, y/n. you’re making me go insane” levi moaned, thrusting into you harder to chase your highs. the knot in your stomach started forming again.

“levi- shit, you’re going to make me cum” you moaned, back arching off the bed as he slid his arm underneath you.

“are you going to cum for me? cum for me, y/n. make a mess on my cock” levi said and it sent you over the edge again. eyes shut, lips parted as sinful moans of curse words and his name left your throat.

“fuck, fuck, y/n!” levi moaned, emptying himself inside of you. spurts of his cum painting your velvet walls a pretty white. your legs were shaking when he pulled out, the sticky substance dripping from your hole.

you pulled levi down to kiss him, panting softly to catch your breaths. your foreheads resting on each other’s as you came down from your highs.

you were both suddenly interrupted by the baby kicking as you turned towards you stomach, levi’s body was gently pressed up against you and your stomach and you were sure that he felt that kick too.

“someone’s complaining” levi said, jokingly rolling his eyes and crawling down to reach your swollen tummy.

“i’m sorry, smaller brat. was mommy and daddy too loud?” levi whispered against your stomach as you sighed contentedly, running your hand through his hair.

“you can go back to sleep, mommy and i are gonna shut up now” levi said and you couldn’t help but chuckle as he kissed your stomach lovingly.

levi grabbed a warm wash cloth from the bathroom, cleaning the both of you up before helping you get dressed.

you laid in bed afterwards, levi’s arm around you and his hand was resting on your stomach protectively. you snuggled up next to him, slightly burying your face in the crook of your neck.

it was peaceful for a few minutes, the kicking in your stomach stopped — indicating that the baby must’ve fell asleep again. you were also falling into a state of unconsciousness when you were slightly woken up to yet another kick.

“shh, shh, smaller brat. your mommy is asleep, don’t kick too much or you might wake her and she needs her rest. i’m here, daddy’s here“ you heard levi whisper to your stomach as the kicking stopped, the baby somewhat listening to what his father told him.

a tired smile pulled at the corner of your lips as you were lulled to sleep by levi’s voice whispering sweet words and promises into the small life inside of you that you both created.

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commonwealthoccurences · 3 years

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Companions React: Sole Breaks Down

Request: “Could I ask for companions comforting a sole that’s usually an emotional rock, that they hadn’t seen this vulnerable ever? Like they come back from being away and just crumble into a sobbing mess. Pretty please?”

Note: *bangs spoon against pot* come get the hurt/comfort. CW: Mentions of unnamed characters deaths.

The setting:

Upon Preston’s request, Sole took off to a distant settlement to reorganize their resources, set up defenses, and bring them into the trade route. These excursions usually took about a week or two, so Sole could make sure they were fully stable before returning to Sanctuary to attend to their other duties. With this trip, however, they requested their companion stay in Sanctuary; they could handle this on their own, and the companion deserved a break.

Two weeks later, Sole returns, shoulders weighed down by their pack, ladened with goods the settlers had insisted they take with them. It had been a tough week, though that wasn’t really a new thing in Sole’s book, or anyone’s, really. Unfortunately, Sole hadn’t been able to predict the fact that some sort of disease would run through the tiny settlement while they were there, taking several of the members with it as it left.

They scrubbed at their skin in a nearby body of water every morning of those two weeks, rubbed raw and pink as a result of Sole’s quietly hysterical distress. They wanted no trace of settlement on them. There were elements of guilt in their relief to return home, but with returning home came the fact that they were safe enough to reflect on their weeks away from Sanctuary. There seemed to be no hiding from what had happened.

Sole got through the main street of Sanctuary well enough, sending nods to passing settlers, with a brief stop to drop off some of the food they had brought back with them with their local merchant; he would give it away to those that dropped in throughout the day. Once they made it down the road and to the entrance of their home, they felt the dam break. Their hands shook as they pulled the door open and moved inside, doing their best to ignore the tears that began to trickle down their face.

(*Gage’s scenario takes place upon their return to Nuka World’s Fizztop Grille)

Cait:

Cait was waiting just inside, having taken up residence in Sole’s living room with Dogmeat.

She went to make a joke about Sole being late, but when she looked up, she lost the words quite quickly

Sole’s shoulders were shaking, and it was quite obvious that they were trying to hide that they were crying, but it was impossible to not see

She practically tripped over herself to get to Sole, who was acting casual by rearranging the items in their back they had set on the floor

Her desire to comfort and protect Sole overrode her hesitance for physical affection and she found herself hugging Sole far too tightly than she should’ve

But it was partially panic on her end that caused her to grip them so tight

“Christ, what’s a matter?”

The only sound Sole made was a choking whimper and Cait gripped them even tighter

Curie:

She reads the distress in their stance the moment they cross the threshold into their home

Similarly to Cait, she gets up from where she’s sitting immediately, but stops short of Sole

“Oh, goodness. Are you alright?” She reaches out but doesn’t quite touch them, not wanting to intrude

Sole shakes their head, unable to disguise their very obvious distress

“Physical or emotional?”

Sole opens their mouth to say emotional and gets out about half the word before choking on their own breath and curling forward into themself

“Would you like a hug?” Her voice is quieter this time.

Sole nods and she brings them in for a soft hug, rubbing their back

Danse:

Danse is far more emotionally intelligent when it comes to other people’s feelings than people give him credit for

He’s seen it happen before; soldiers compartmentalize their emotions as much as they can, for years even, but everyone has a breaking point

And sometimes it’s over something one might consider small, like breaking a dish, or sometimes it’s loss that brings them to their knees, as it would anyone

Regardless, he’s known all along that one day Sole won’t be able to suppress their emotions anymore

When they come in crying and shaking, looking defeated, he’s unsurprised. Sad in an inevitably knowing sort of way

He gets up and walks over, taking their pack from their hands and helping them shed the heavy jacket that was weighing them down

He requests they sit and takes off their boots before going to get them a glass of water

He doesn’t say much, considering he doesn’t have much to say, but he’d much rather show how he cares via actions rather than words, anyway

Deacon:

He’s somewhat similar to Danse in the fact that he knows Sole’s going to need to break at some point, however it’s in less of a “I’ve seen this before” attitude and more in the fact that he can relate

But Sole has an easier time trusting than he does, so he knows their break is coming at some point, whereas he knows that there’s never going to be a point where he allows someone else to see what Sole is allowing him to witness

So when they stand there, defeated, looking over at him like a lost child, he simply opens his arms

He’s not one for hugs, but he makes exceptions, and it seems this is one of those situations that calls for an exception

When they sob into his shoulder, he pats them on the back and replies with a simple, “I know, Boss. I know.”

Gage:

Gage is chewing at a piece of dried Mirelurk, grimacing at the salty taste.

Sole makes their way across Fizztop Grille, dropping their pack carelessly next to one of the couches.

Similarly, they drop down next to Gage where he’s sitting overlooking the rest of Nuka World, not saying a word.

After a moment, punctuated by a very obvious sigh, Gage looks over at Sole. He chews contemplatively for a moment, “You and me both. Wanna talk about it?”

Sole shakes their head and Gage responds, “Cool.”

He pats them on the back, admittedly, awkwardly and a bit too harsh to be comforting, but it’s Gage

He’s doing his best

Haylen:

Haylen has Dogmeat in her lap chewing at a Radstag bone, her hand running mindlessly over his fur

She doesn’t jump up when Sole comes in, cautious at the idea of spooking them

“Sole,” She calls out, shifting to move her feet flat on the floor

When they don’t respond and instead sniffle, she’s motioning Dogmeat off her lap and stepping towards them

“Everything alright?”

Sole shakes their head and she presses her lips together in worry, “Anything I can help with?” another shake of Sole’s head

She brushes their hair away from their face with a soft, “Oh, Sole.” and brings them into a light side-hug

Hancock:

He really does like to think he keeps his cool easily, but he really doesn’t in this case

Sole’s crying and that’s not something he thought would ever happen

“Whoa, whoa. Talk to me, what’s going on, Sunshine?”

“Bad day.” Sole chokes out

He suppresses nervous laughter, knowing it can’t just be that, but lets it go and instead puts an arm around their shoulders to pull them in for a tight hug, snug and reassuring, with his other arm finding their waist

MacCready:

He’s alert immediately, thoughts jumping to them being hurt, and potentially fatally so

Considering he thinks its an emergency, he’s in front of them and examining them for injuries within seconds

Sole doesn’t protest for the longest time, but eventually they grab ahold of his wrists and shake their head

He stops for a moment and looks them over again before sighing; this is something he doesn’t know what to do about

“Sit. You’re going to collapse if you’re not careful.”

When they’re seated he helps them shrug off their coat and sits nearby, not pressuring, but available if they want to talk

Nick:

Nick’s view is similar to Danse’s, and he isn’t quite surprised when they come in crying

He sets the pen he was writing with down and shifts back in his chair, opening his arms for a hug if they want

When they cross the room he wraps them in a hug and rubs their lower back, trying his best with the awkward angle him sitting provides

“You need to take time for yourself.” He recommends, but other than that, he remains mostly silent

Piper:

The queen of panic, despite her best efforts

She’s used to tears because of her experiences with Nat, but not from Sole of all people

She does something similar to Mac, where she checks them over briefly, before she realizes this isn’t a physical injury that’s hurting them

She’s competing with Cait when it comes to tight hugs, wishing she could protect them from whatever’s bothering them so

A sympathy crier, she has to blink away her own tears

“Let it out, Blue. We can talk about it later, okay? Everything’s gonna be just fine. I swear.”

Preston:

Preston’s not sure how to handle things, considering how used to Sole being a rock he is

He knows it’s not quite right, considering he knows other people view him the same way, and it’s incredibly difficult being the one holding it together all the time, but he’s still genuinely surprised when he sees they’re crying

He knows what to do when he realizes what’s going on, though; exactly what he wishes he could request from someone else

He brings them into a hug and mumbles reassurances; that they don’t have to be the tough one all the time, that their emotions aren’t weakness, and that everything’s going to be okay

X6-88:

A fan of mutual silence, X6 helps them get comfortable and brings them into their room; he’s always viewed quarters as the safest place to be, both in the Institute and when Sole gave him his own quarters afterwards

He helps them into bed, making sure they’re comfortable, before asking if they have any small injuries they need addressed before settling in

If they say yes he cleans and dresses their wounds as gently as possible before settling into bed near them, a respectable distance away, but within reach if they need, and begins reading a book Sole left on their nightstand

He knows it’s hard to be alone when you’re being attacked by emotions, but they don’t seem to want to talk about what’s going through their head quite yet; instead, he rubs their back and encourages them to cry it out

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