#did that person really just leave without washing themselves?????
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I'm reading Wikihow on how to go to sauna and I'm LIVID. Who the hell wrote this article, this is all bullshit???
"First, wash yourself with a mild soap before going to sauna" = NO, you rinse yourself with water from head to toe first. If you wear a make up, you can wash that off. If you are extremely dirty like covered with oil, shit and blood, then do wash yourself with a soap first.
"Use a swimsuit or a towel in public saunas" = NO, you fucking sit there naked. Period. In swimming halls it is actually dangerous to sit in sauna in a wet bathing suit because of the pools' chlorine, which WILL evaporate.
"Sit on your towel in the sauna" = NO, you don't fucking bring your frigging towel in the sauna. Public saunas provide seat covers which you will take with you from the locker room (like hotels) and dispose afterwards OR you bring your own seat cover with you. You DO NOT sit on the same towel you dry yourself with you fucking ass.
"After you have sat in sauna, come out, cool down and dress yourself" = PUT CLOTHES ON ON YOUR FUCKING SWEATY SKIN??? WITH NO WASHING YOURSELF? BITCH AFTER SAUNA YOU TAKE A PROPER SHOWER AND WASH YOURSELF FROM HEAD TO TOE.
#DO I HAVE TO WRITE THE WIKIHOW MYSELF?????#THAT'S SAUNA BLASPHEMY#This is an insult to a sauna culture!#IF you do ANY of the above at least Finns will not congratulate you for using the sauna right#they will look at you and think AH a foreigner doesn't know anything#did that person really just leave without washing themselves?????#this isn't an onsen!
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Oh shit :D ?
I just remembered! (Thank you, historical fantasy section!) But like? Serving and protecting The King, especially a HIGH KING, is quite literally not just an incredible honor... but it can sometimes be a person's Life Ambition?
Specificly a WORTHY king.
Perhaps they were denied in life. Perhaps they FAILED. And in their dying moments struggle with all they were to LIVE. To PROTECT. Perhaps the PREVIOUS king was a great and worthy ruler... but their heir is...
Unworthy.
Maybe they are born to an age without Rulers. Power shifting between hands in hidden halls. Unclear and murky. All they want is for their loyalty to MEAN something. For things to be SIMPLE.
The universe is large. The Infinite Realms? Unimaginably larger.
And Pariah Dark was a BASTARD.
Who would willingly swear to him? Fools! That's who! Every warrior soul worth ANYTHING gets as far AWAY from his Realm forsaken resting place as they can. Hides. Lest they be dragged in to his infernal, gods forsaken, cess pit of a so called "army"! *disgusted spitting noises*
But what does this mean? It means every trained FIGHTER... got the hell out of dodge. Oh, sure, a FEW refused. Like Pandora and her people. But most? The farthest side of NOWHERE, several layers down! Some still GOING! Better to be decried as cowards then have ANYTHING to do with THAT(said with loathing)!
It also means they weren't where Pariah could get to them when he woke. Couldn't help. Couldn't fight. Couldn't be commanded to kneel. Nothing. They removed themselves completely. Planned on CONTINUING to remove themselves. Preferably to the farthest reaches of forever, far beyond the bastard's gaze.
But! The whole REALM INFINITE felt it? When that... that hissing, acidic, malicious undertone? SLAMS back and away, like somebody's knocked a parasite from their backs. Replaced by coolness and starlight. Delicate balance and blood on your teeth. The pounding in your chest of HOPE.
It flutters so small across their backs, inside their chests. Washing away the old.
The King... feels tiny. Young.
.......what are they doing? Running like this. Hiding away like that will change anything. How long... when did...
There are so many of them now. A veritable army of souls, of all Ages and People's. Every armor and crest imaginable. They'd been so.. so REPULSED by Pariah... nothing else had mattered but to get AWAY. Where even ARE they? What YEAR is it? Does any of that matter?
The King.
Their Obsessions whisper. Loyalty. Service. Protection. Honor. You have left you post! Abandoned your DUTY! What are you DOING!?
They are AGHAST. They turn around at once. The King! How could they have ABANDONED the King!? Who is guarding him if they are all HERE?!
Himself!?
(Yes. Danny is fine. He is eating the "Thank You for keeping us all from dying to whatever the FUCK that was!" tamales Paulina's mom pushed into his arms on his way back home. He didn't even try arguing. He made eye contact and knew he would lose.)
(Why does he feel like something really, really bothersome is headed his way?)
It's UNACCEPTABLE. Unthinkable! The King? Unguarded? Where assassination attempts and nefarious PLOTS could occur?! What if someone tried to steal his eggs!? Or attacked him while his exoskeleton was molting!? They aren't entirely sure which species he is yet, but there are SO MANY NEFARIOUS PLOTS OUT THERE!!
*panicked honor guards*
Just? Imagine becoming king. And thinking "well, aside from the skeleton army I have to figure out, at least I don't have to manage anybody!" Only to *WABAM!* your ENTIRE GHOST COURT shows up like a week later. Turns out they were hiding from your predecessor.
You have a whole ass honor gaurd. Who REFUSE TO LEAVE YOUR SIDE. You have Chefs. Who WILL cry if you send them away. The Literal Best In The Multiverse are all following you around... YOU, a RANDOM TEENAGE, with Excited Shoujo Sparkles in their eyes... because you punched a jackass really, REALLY hard.
There is no way to make this stop. Your friends are laughing at you. The interior decorator wants you to look at swatches. What are swatches and why are you being harrased by them at 1am, you wonder? If you are Mean(tm) they throw themselves upon the floor and blame themselves for their Wicked, Evil, King-Upseting Ways and you can't even TELL if your being played here.
It's like being bullied by house elves. Or Miette.
Your parents are too excited by all the New Research (at least the reveal went well?) To SAVE THEIR SON, and your sister is HELPING THE ENEMY (Traitor!), so now you're being bullied into eating vegetables and studying more.
Then? THEN!! WHO SHOWS UP?! Like... five WEEKS late?! The Justice League. Gee! GREAT RESPONSE TIME, GUYS! Reeeal snappy! But ya, JUST missed the guy!
.......YES HES BEING SARCASTIC!!!
@hdgnj @stealingyourbones
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Mandatory team-building exercise
Pairing: BAU x Fem!BAU!Reader (becomes Hotch-centered)
Genre: Smut (18+, minors are not encouraged to interact or read this story)
CW: unprotected sex (i do not encourage), slight exhibitionism (not really, but ppl know stuff), jealous!hotch (a lil only), hoeing around, reader is bisexual
Word count: 6,795 (very sorry about this)
Summary: After a night of drinking, your boss proposes a bonding exercise so the team can get even closer: Everyone must make out with you, and you have to choose who kisses best.
A/N: I got too carried away with this, no idea if i did any good, but here you go.
Tag list (tagging everyone who reblogged and voted hotch): @ssamorganhotchner @montyfandomlove @hotchners-sweetheart @hey-dw @cassiemartzz <;3
Best part of going to O’keefe’s was wrapping the night up at Rossi’s, slightly tipsy, laughing about everything, and generally enjoying the genuine personalities of your friends, no masks or guards up, which was something hard to do at work. David’s house was a place where you could bare your soul and still feel safe.
“...and I swear, everyone just thought it was the most normal thing.” JJ said while swinging her glass of wine around, and the people around her let out a light laugh.
“I bet Rossi could agree with that, couldn’t you?” Morgan directed the question to Dave “After all, it’s your fault that we don’t get to fraternize with other agents, ain’t that right?” his comment made everyone laugh once again.
“No, no, never within the same department. I was in the bureau during the 70’s and 80’s, you didn’t get that many women out here, let alone in the BAU. By the end of my career, we only had two female agents in this unit and I had already been married thrice. So, do the math, if I had wanted to sleep with someone from the same unit, it would have had to be…” he made a pause for dramatic build-up “well, Gideon.”
The entire team let out a disgusted yet amused grunt at the mere idea of seeing two of their former bosses interacting in such fashion. You watched Spencer’s face be particularly crumpled, he was possibly picturing it in vivid detail by accident, consequences of having such a bright mind, so you decided to grab the hand that was holding his long island tea and push it gently towards his lips. You giggled at how he automatically obeyed and swallowed down a rather big gulp of his beverage.
“I’m just glad these are problems we don’t have to face in the BAU, you know, fraternization between agents.” Hotch said, taking a sip off his glass.
The silence that took over the group was deafening. Accusatory looks were being exchanged between everyone, and they could notice how certain glances lasted longer than appropriate. Hotch didn’t usually stay long enough to see how the nights ended, when everyone was too hammered to call their own cabs, or too impaired to question themselves whether the person they were kissing was or was not part of the team.
“Well, I think this is a conversation you kids should have without your parent present.” David, who was way faster at reading the situation compared to the unit chief, got up from his chair, leaving his glass by the table. Aaron sighed in what seemed like disappointment, and immediately followed Dave's actions. “No, no.” the older man quickly put a hand on his shoulder indicating him to sit down “I think it’s better if you stay; do some bonding. I’ll be in my room, sleeping, don’t be afraid to be noisy, the place is soundproof, just make sure to leave the alarm active once you leave.”
Incredulity washed over the unit chief as he watched his fellow team leader walk away from the situation. The eyes had turned to him instead, silently questioning about the decision he was going to take. It was a bit awkward to discuss your personal affairs with your boss present, sure, but it’s not like you didn’t have a relationship with him. Hotch, reserved and all, knew each member to a level of intimacy that few others could be able to reach, and had protected them in ways no other superior would approve of.
“Whatever I hear today will come through the ears of your friend, not your superior, but there’s no discussing this back at the office, understood?” the boss clarified as he went back to his seat, his hand reaching for the scotch he had left on the table. There was a second of doubtful silence, people were unsure how safe it was to share such private, and risky, information. Hotch started to catch up, feeling slightly unwelcome and bothersome, so he let out another sigh.
“Elle was Reid’s first time.” you spurted out of the blue, trying to ease the anxiety that was probably growing within your superior.
“Hey!” your partner yelled out, being sat next to you on one of the couches, clearly offended that he was the scapegoat to the situation.
“Greenaway?!” Morgan asked from across the living room.
“Do you know any more Elles, Morgan?” you said, your eyes rolling.
“How did you even land that, kid?” the dark-skinned man continued to ask.
“I’m not really a fan of discussing my sex life out in the open, which is why this was told in confidence to my close and dear friend” the young doctor shot you a quick glare with a hint of anger on it.
“Oh, so now it’s a sex life?” JJ teased.
“Totally.” you said, taking a sip of your own drink before continuing “Because he told me this two minutes before he shoved his tongue in my mouth, and his fingers down my pants.”
“No way!” Prentiss let out while everyone else laughed in surprise, Hotch’s eyebrows simply slightly raised at the confession.
Reid was sinking on his seat, his ears reddened from the looks that he was receiving. You made sure to squeeze his thigh lightly and shoot him a smile, which deflated the uneasiness that he was feeling. You didn’t mean any harm, and there was no wrong in letting the secret out in front of your most cherished friends, they would have found out one way or another.
“Morgan and I made out once.” Garcia interrupted the teasing in order to protect her favorite boy wonder from any further teasing, and Derek drew a smug smile on his face at her affirmation.
“Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me.” Hotch contributed with an absolutely unphased expression, or so until another idea ran through his mind, his brows furrowing in concern “Hold on, was this on company time?” both suspects froze in their place and exchanged questioning, guilty looks. Regardless of the answer, their expressions had been enough to give them away “you know what? it’s better if I don’t know.”
“That office is certainly cozy, don’t you think?” JJ said once again, her eyes traveling between you and Penelope.
“Impossible.” Derek’s eyes spread wide open, his jaw basically dropping “Please don’t tell me the three made out in Garcia’s office and didn’t invite us to watch” he let out in a pleading, hurt tone.
“Four.” Emily barged in.
The men in the room seemed to melt at the revelation, the expression being quite literal for Morgan who slid down the chair in defeat, landing on his knees as if he had been shot in the cruelests of fashions. Spencer could only furrow his brows and let his mouth fall open, already trying to picture the situation.
“Was it like, taking turns on each other? or the four of you putting your lips together in one single kiss?” the blond asked in order to assess the spatial situation better.
“I’d say it was kind of a free-for-all sort of situation.” Prentiss answered him.
“At some point, I’d close my eyes and whomever’s lips came to mine, I was fine with it.” JJ commented, earning a flirty giggle from the rest of the girls around her.
“You women are killing me.” Morgan said once again, but a sudden epiphany seemed to come through his brain, and he turned in your direction with a pointed finger “Wait a second. That means you have been through everyone’s lips?!” he said in surprise.
“You’ve made out with her too?!” Garcia said in an offended tone.
“Christmas last year, got a little carried away with that mistletoe kiss.” he admitted “But nothing further than that.”
Everyone’s eyes turned to you, the crowd had a mixture of accusation and admiration on their faces, depending on who you looked at, and their staring was making you a little uncomfortable, if you were being honest.
“Have you all looked at yourselves? This is a ridiculously hot group of people. Being bisexual is very hard with a team like this.” you argued in your defense and decided to down whatever liquid was still inside your glass. Their faces seemed to light up with a hint of shyness. Everyone thought so, of course, but compliments on your physical appearances were not something you exchanged frequently. It was nice to hear once in a while.
“Did you ever end up sleeping with someone?” Hotch’s question took everyone by surprise, yet they were intrigued enough to allow him to ask uninterrupted.
Your eyebrows raised with slight offense “Come on, Hotch, I’m not a slut. The closest I have come to was Reid, and even so we stopped because I didn’t want to jeopardize our jobs.” you complained.
“Sorry, that was not my intention-” he began, until Reid’s question cut him off.
“Who’s the best?” he asked.
“Spencer!” JJ yelled accusingly.
“No, no, let the kid ask.” Morgan put a hand in front of JJ’s chest, trying to keep her opinions from coming out. Yet again, you were put as the center of attention, but you decided to shrug off the question.
“It’s not like I keep track of each time!” you let out, pushing your friend by the shoulder playfully at his suggestion “Most of them were really far apart from each other, and it only happened once with each one of you.” you clarified, your eyes traveling to Aaron, as if you were trying to justify yourself to him.
“So, what I hear is: if they were to happen one after the other, then we could find out?” Emily questioned in your direction.
“There’s a pretty spacious coat closet by the entrance.” Reid pointed out.
“Oh, we could make it into a competition, and whoever wins gets to sleep with her!” Garcia blurted with a little too much excitement.
“Wha-” you tried to complain in confusion “Stop your horses, I don’t even get a say in this?!”
“No.” Hotch stated. The way his eyes were stern, yet completely determined, caused a sensation in you that could only be described as lust. He was always commanding, but there was something about him instructing you to do the dirtiest things to your coworkers that had gotten you excited “This is now a mandatory team-bonding exercise.” his words came out almost like an order.
There was yet another exchange of looks, this time excited ones, between the team members, and they decided to look at you for approval. “Okay, but sleeping with me is one hell of a prize, and I don’t seem to be getting anything out of this. So, how do I win, and what do I win?”
“Seems fair that you have a reward as well if you achieve your desired result. How about, if no one is able to convince you to sleep with them, you get one of their vacation days each.” Hotch proposed. “Garcia and JJ, since the two of you are committed you don’t have to actively participate, but you will place a bet on the member you think she’ll most likely succumb to, if you win, you get the loser’s vacation day.”
Your mouth crooked with pleasure, an expression that your partners mimicked. You were feeling exposed, in the good way, in the kinky way. You still took a second to consider, you knew there was no going back if you agreed to this, but yet again, these were the people you had trusted your entire life to, your job, your safety, your dignity. They would never do anything to undermine you, and their respect for you wouldn’t waver for something like this.
“We have to set some rules, though.” Spencer weighed in “Only mouths and hands allowed in the erogenous zones.”
“You worried that if we allow something else you’ll lose?” Morgan teased.
“Mhm, sure, we know what you’re trying to compensate for with those biceps, Morgan. I’m not afraid of you.” his friend teased back. There was a short moment of playful conflict between the two, when Derek pretended to jump menacingly towards Reid, yet he was stopped by Penelope’s hand on his chest.
“Okay. I’m game.” you agreed along with a nod of your head “Who wants to give it a try first?” you asked, taking a look at the entire group.
Bunch of eager hands raised at the cue. Morgan’s and Prentiss’s almost touching the ceiling as they competed to see who could raise it higher. JJ and Penelope, who were unfortunately not single at the moment, could only laugh at their little quarrel. Your finger moved rhythmically, pretending to select at random while humming a classic ‘choosing’ song. Ultimately, your digit landed on Prentiss and you wiggled it to indicate her to follow you; she stood up to reach for your hand, allowing you to lead her towards the closet by the entrance.
She locked the door behind her and turned around with her hands extended towards you, trying to find your body in the pitch-dark small room; your eyesights finally adjusted to the lack of light and you could barely make out her shape.
“You sure you’re good with this?” she double-checked once her limbs landed on your waist.
“Em, I love the commitment to consent, but stop talking.” you ordered.
Within seconds, your own arms wrapped around her neck urging her to come closer; she obliged, happily, and her own head bent forward to meet your lips. You could taste the faint flavor of her balm, which you identified as piña colada.
Her lips moved slowly, yet sensually, the hands that were gripping your hips pulled them closer, and you could heart the rustling of your clothes rubbing together. After a couple of seconds, her tongue began to prod your bottom lip, ever so chivalrous asking for permission. You chuckled amusedly at the gesture, and she took advantage of the opening to slip in.
Emily liked to take her time, not really taking control, more like exploring a place that always felt familiar and was revisiting just then. On your side, your fingers curled into the slightly messy hair, and your body rolled on its own to be feeling more of her against you.
You could feel her hand dragging upwards over your clothes, she traced the side of your body and caused your shirt to come up a little bit, the cool air felt interesting against your now hot skin, and so a sound slipped past your lips. It was Emily’s turn to laugh, pulling away so she could make out your eyes.
“Better than last time?” she asked, her face not leaving yours.
“Mhm.” you could simply hum, still breathless from the session.
“Do you have enough material to work with, judge?” she teased, her nose grazing yours in a playful manner.
“You will be hard to top, Em.” you admitted to her as your body pulled away.
“Not the first time I’ve been told that.” she joked “I’ll send in the next contestant, who do you want me to get?”
“You know what? Just send in whoever you’d like, surprise me.”
She smiled before sneaking out of the narrow room. You were left alone with a bunch of coats and purses, your idea building anticipation within yourself. Spencer or Morgan, who would come through that door? You were dying to know. Although, if you were being honest, there was only one other person you wanted in there with you. However, you weren’t sure if the team-bonding exercise applied to him as well, he was the sole pair of lips you were dying to taste, and still the only ones you hadn’t.
Your train of thought was interrupted by the opening of the door; you jumped slightly in your place, and the man that was entering the room could notice.
“Whoa, sweetheart, you that excited to see me?” Morgan chuckled at your startled reaction, and he swiftly closed the door behind you.
“You’re a pleasant surprise, yes.” you said trying to ease your nervousness. Morgan made you particularly uneasy, not for anything bad, you were just sure that man had some sort of a psychic ability, he would always guess what you were thinking without even opening your mouth.
“You were expecting someone different, weren’t you?” he stood before you, towering over your body.
He took a couple of steps forward and you retracted until your back eventually hit the wall, he continued to pace forward until the gap between your bodies almost disappeared; being caged in by him, your hands traveled to your front, and they landed on his chest, almost as if you were trying to put some space in between you.
He caught up to your actions, observant as he was, and so he raised his own hands to cup your cheeks. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness once again, and you could see the natural glim of his as he looked into you.
“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, alright? We can just pretend like we did until Hotch gets his turn.” he reassured, and your mouth dropped open.
“Why would you-” you started to try and justify yourself, but he cut you off with a laugh.
“I’ve got an eye for tragic lovers.”
You sighed a little bit; Morgan had to be a mind reader, there was no other way. As if he was doing just that, his arms fell back to his sides and he stepped back to give you more space. Your hands desperately clung to the front of his t-shirt, not allowing him to escape any further from your grip.
“Hold on.” you told him “There’s no need to pretend, he already thinks we’re going to do it, so what’s the harm?”
The room was a bit too dark for you to make out his specific facial expression, but you were sure his eyebrows were raised in a startled surprise.
“Damn, you’re good at convincing.” without further delay, his hands darted back to the position on your face, and he used them to pull you forward.
You felt his lips on yours immediately, he was less gentle than Emily, but nonetheless chivalrous. You had to grant him access to your mouth, and he quickly obeyed your desires. His fingers moved back to the nape of your head, keeping you in place against his mouth as his tongue danced fervently around yours.
Your hands had moved back to his chest, using them to stabilize yourself since his strength and mild roughness was making you lose your balance. You couldn’t help the slight squeeze that you gave his pecs, being that they felt firm under your fingers. Derek took your initiative with the touch as an invitation to do so as well. One of his arms fell down, and sensually slipped to your lower back, he was cautious, lowering inch by inch in search of any sign of complaint or rejection, but you didn’t provide any, and his palm gently began to caress the area of your ass.
Your hips rolled unconsciously against his, his breath hitched inside his throat as you did so to the point where he had to pull apart to catch it back. He didn’t want to leave you unattended, therefore his head tilted to the side to take a gentle nibble at your jaw before he moved down to your neck. The hand on your neck joined the other on your rear, adding much needed pressure to his front; you let out a pleased sound, and it was his sign to retract.
He stole a quick, last peck from your lips before he pulled back. “I think I’ve done a good job.” he said with a cheeky tone.
“Certainly, contestant” you went along with the joke and he answered with a laugh “Please send in the next test subject” he nodded at your instructions and calmly walked out.
Thanks to Morgan’s comment, you realized that Aaron was probably game as well, and the mere thought of him appearing behind that door at any given second was making you nervous enough to begin pacing around the small room. You yet again reacted when the entrance was open again, and you must have made a movement or expression that indicated disappointment, because Reid pursed his lips at the sight of you.
“Not who you were expecting?” he asked before he closed the door behind him, and you could notice the tint of sadness in his voice.
“Come on, don’t be like that.” you reached out towards him in an attempt to find his hands, and when you finally did you pulled him closer to you “You know it’s always a delight to make out with you.” you tried to reassure him.
“It’s mutual, you know?” he said, his hands still in yours.
“I figured, I am an excellent kisser” you teased.
“That’s not what I meant.” his voice seemed more stern than usual “You and Hotch.”
You were thankful for the darkness that didn’t allow the blush of your face to be seen; after a couple of seconds, you cleared your throat, trying to avoid sounding too hopeful.
“You don’t have to force yourself to kiss me” he added “Plus, I don’t know how comfortable I would be doing so while you think of another man.”
Your eyebrows raised at his candor. Vulnerable Spencer could always sway you, mostly because you knew none of his words ever held an ill intention. He was honest to a fault, and you always felt compelled to soothe his anxieties.
“Then be good enough to make me forget.” you almost let out as a whisper.
You knew it would have to be up to you to take control with him, so you cupped his face and quickly dragged him down to your level to press a kiss to his lips and shut up whatever other excuse he was going to emit. Spencer was much more familiar with your lips compared to others, barely any foreplay before his tongue was already massaging yours sensually. His fingers gripped your hips in a similar fashion he had done before (that one time you were telling the rest of the team about).
He pushed you backwards a bit, having you pressed against an already too familiar wall, and you could feel his knee slipping past your thighs, right in between them. His lips continued to work around yours, gently nonetheless, but you could feel the grip on your hips getting tighter, and you realized he was trying to move them, bringing friction to your front.
A light moan slipped past your lips straight into his mouth, so his body moved forward to press against you a little tighter. “Isn’t that cheating?” you took the opportunity to say.
“It’s not.” he answered before taking another kiss away from you “My mouth is where it’s supposed to be.”
You giggled at his logic; Spencer was just that good when it came to loopholes. You were too focused on the pleasure that was taking over you as your clothed crotch continued to rub against his leg to actually care. Your hips started to take a rhythm on their own, and your kiss turned into a session of adjoining lips panting in unison. His fingers kept digging further into the skin that he had managed to expose due to the movement.
At some point, your head dropped back to allow yourself to get lost in the moment, and you felt his lips attack its base with open-mouthed, yet non-invasive, kisses. Your legs began to shake and Spencer pressed against you to keep you up, your light orgasm running within every vein of your body.
He let out a light chuckle as he pulled away from you, making sure you could keep your balance. “Bet Morgan didn’t do that” he said proudly.
You hit him in the arm and pushed him towards the door with a smile, watching him smugly prance his way out. You laughed to yourself to disguise the anxiety that began to overwhelm you. You made sure to fix your clothes in a somewhat presentable manner, and you unconsciously pressed yourself back against the wall, as if you were too scared to meet him face first.
Your heart felt like jumping straight up out of your chest when the knob finally twisted the damned piece of fine wood open. For the brief moment the hall light illuminated the insides, your eyes met, you could see the startle in his eyes once he noticed the way you stood there seemingly frozen by his appearance. He couldn’t bear the sight, his hands immediately darting to your face without having even shut the entrance. In a blink, his entire presence was right by yours, and his nose rubbed desperately against your own, almost as if it had taken all of his strength to stop himself from kissing you right away.
“Can I?” he asked in a mutter.
“Yes.” you barely let him finish his question when you answered.
Your firm and resolute agreement was nothing but a turn on to him, and his lips pressed passionately against yours without a second thought. You struggled to catch your breath as he devoured every inch of your now plump skin. His hands were nowhere near quiet, either, they presumed permission to explore as well and traveled south to where your lower-back, and any work you had done to tidy your shirt was long gone, being that he was heavily bothered by the fact that you were clothed.
The tip of his fingers were carefully memorizing the areas where your skin curved, every so often gripping selfishly with the intention of leaving at least a faint mark. You wondered how he could keep going without taking a break, and as if he could read your mind he pulled away.
“That’s plenty to be able to judge your performance.” you joked, suddenly aware that this had all begun because of a silly game you had tipsily come up with.
“I’m sorry.” he said, his hands fixing themselves on your face instead, keeping it still to have you at the same level as him.
“What for?” your eyebrows furrowed questioningly, even if in the darkness he couldn’t quite see your expression.
“It’s not enough for me.” his lips smashed onto yours once again with a similar force “Please tell me this urge isn’t one-sided.” he tried to reassure himself.
“It’s not.” you hurried to clarify, and your hands tugged at his shirt to serve as guarantee.
Aaron reached for the hem of your top and swiftly pulled it over your head, giving your aching lips a second of rest. Once your breasts were partially freed, you noticed him bend over, and one of his hands moved the remaining fabric away to expose your nipple; the way his mouth so hungrily latched to it made you shiver with pleasure, your right limb moving to his hair, and the left one covering your mouth to stop the loud moan from coming out. He didn’t take long to bring your other nub attention as well, and caged, throaty whines began to fill the room.
You could feel his erection pressing against your hip; he would roll them from time to time just as a reminder of the effect you had on him. You couldn’t process all that, though, if you were being honest, his every move, kiss, and suck driving you further away from sanity. As if his mouth wasn’t already doing wonders around your chest, you bolted up when you realized one of Hotch’s hands had found its way inside your pants, toying with the elastic band of your underwear.
“Aaron.” you removed the cover from your face to let out an aroused moan of his name.
He finally let go of your upper body, his back straightening to be close to your face once again “Tell me,” he almost whispered “when he was doing this to you, were you thinking of me?”
When you didn’t jerk away from his touch, he moved past the last restrictive garment, and one of his digits trailed up your entire slit, an experimental feeling to gather your reaction. To his pleasure, you melted into his touch, and the lack of light didn’t allow you to see the wide smile it generated on him. He took advantage of your approval to slip his finger inside your cunt.
“Cat got your tongue?” he teased as the aforementioned began to painstakingly slowly twirl within you “Tell me, is there anyone else that can make you this agitated? So wet, so desperate to be touched?”
“N-No” you tried to answer in one go, however, the way the tip of his finger caressed your walls in search of reactions was not allowing you to think straight.
“I’ll ask you again.” he said, his tone ever commanding “While he was touching you like this, did you secretly wish it was me?” he kept pressing his initial line of questioning, that you were too gone to remember it was about your little anecdote with Reid.
His wrist twisted in a way that allowed him to penetrate deeper, owning a moan that you tried to subtly suppress.
“Yes!” you cried out in the lowest tone you were able to, still oddly aware that the rest of your coworkers were outside.
“Let him know.” he basically growled against your ear, you lacked contact in your lower body for a second, only to let out a loud, uncontained whimper once he added a second finger to the formula. You grabbed for dear life onto his biceps, trying to keep your balance as he continued to thrust his fingers inside and out, your head also laid against the crook of his neck, unable to keep yourself facing him as he spilled dirty nothings in your ear.
“Aaron, please.” you begged as your hips tried to get him even further within you “I need more.”
The arm that was helping you keep still moved so his fingers could tangle in your hair, his grip allowed him to tilt your head back with a gentle tug, not quite enough to hurt you, but firm enough to force it a little.
“I’ll fuck you so good you’ll forget every word but my name.” his mouth pressed against yours once again to give you a reaffirming, rough kiss.
He removed his hand from your downside, and it energetically began to search around for the top he had removed earlier. Unable to find it, between other pieces of clothing and the darkness of the room, Aaron decided to remove his own shirt and hurried to throw it over your shoulders.
Your face reddened at his intentions, he was trying to cover you so the rest of the members wouldn’t see you literally half naked. Once he was comfortable with how many buttons he had hooked, he grabbed your hand to guide you outside the narrow closet.
Unfortunately for the both of you, and his subordinates, the only path towards the guest rooms, that Dave had prepared earlier, was to follow the hallway that crossed the living room area on the side. You braced yourself mentally, your hand covering your face as you began to feel the confused sights of your coworkers during your little parade.
“Last one out set the alarm.” you could hear Hotch command, but you didn’t dare to look back at your friends, or him for that matter.
The rest of the group simply stared at how their shirtless superior was dragging a girl, their very best friend, who was wearing his shirt over what was obviously a barely clothed chest, to the rooms their other boss had prepared for a very specific purpose. They exchanged puzzled looks in complete silence until Emily spoke up.
“Anyone know the alarm code?” she asked.
Back to you and Aaron, he had chosen the closest door he could find open. As soon as you stepped in, he grabbed your hips once again to press them against his, his erection made itself known against them, and you couldn’t help but to curiously wander one hand down. Your foreheads met and so did your eyes as you palmed his front; he let out an airy quiet moan.
Not able to take his frustration any longer, he twirled in his place along with you, making you stumble and fall on your back on to the bed. He landed right on top, his palms against the mattress cushioning the fall so he wouldn’t lay his entire weight on you.
There was no exchange of words, only a quick glance at your covered bottom that you understood as a command. Your back arched upwards and he could steal a glance of your perked nipples rubbing against his lent shirt. Shortly, you began to wiggle underneath him to remove the pants that you were pushing down along with your underwear. Once you were exposed, garments missing somewhere around the area, Aaron sat on his knees to unbuckle his belt.
The second his member became exposed, you let out a pleased gasp, which prompted him to smile in a rather shy way. Your legs subtly spread apart, revealing more of your intimate parts, and he understood that as an invitation to enter. His tip trailed slowly up and down your entrance, but before you could complain, he began to push in. He was as desperate as you were, and the way you let out a soft whine at his size.
Once he had pushed all the way in, he reached for your hands, intertwining your fingers together and pushing them all the way over your head. He could get a clear view of your face and breasts, and once he made sure you had adjusted to him, his hips began to move. Another moan escaped your lips, so he leaned down to meet his mouth with yours, planting a passionate, deep kiss to it.
You could feel yourself being filled by him, soft noises coming out of your mouth into his at the gentleness of his thrusts. Said gesture, however, wouldn’t seem to last long, and you noticed in the way the grip of your hands felt tighter with each one.
“No one else can touch you like this.” he pulled away from the kiss to focus on the side of your neck, you felt his lips attach to the skin and roughly suck on it. Aaron pulled away to admire the redness that spread on the spot, proud of the mark that he knew it was going to leave.
“No one else.” you reassured, your back arching a little at the pulsating pain on your neck.
“Good girl.” he praised, his hips snapping with a particularly rough thrust that caused a low ‘fuck’ out of you.
“Don’t hold back your voice.”
He repeated his movement, and this time you squirmed trying to free your hands, a loud, throat-deep whimper resonating around the otherwise empty room. He smirked at the volume of the sound, yet his hips continued to pound in you, the initial slow movements gone from his rhythm.
“Aaron…” you whispered in between moans “I want to cum.” you tried to beg.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” his eyes glimmered with certain darkness
His hips changed angles even when his current speed wouldn’t give in, the way he was pushing now allowed your clit to rub slightly against his lower torso with every thrust, probably so he wouldn’t have to use his hands and set yours free.
“I need to know I’m the only one who can fuck you like this.” he growled “I need you to say you’re mine.”
“I’m-” you were about to start talking when he snapped his hips roughly, and you could feel him slide all the way in, his balls making a loud clapping sound when they hit the skin on your ass. The sound you made was loud, almost like a scream, and you were sure whoever was still outside certainly heard it.
“What 's that? Couldn’t hear you.” his mouth had curled into a smug smirk.
“I’m yours, Aaron. I’m all yours.” you cried out, your wrists once again twisting in an attempt to free themselves.
He muttered another praise and let go of your hands, which could only fall flat to your sides and grip onto the sheets of the bed; he leaned back to be sitting on his knees once again, not allowing his member to slip out of you, and grabbed at your hips to slide them onto his lap. He held them in position as he continued to thrust, but one of his thumbs snuck to the upper part of your cunt, rapidly teasing the sensitive nerve bundle.
You kept slightly gritting your teeth, your walls clenching around his shaft without mercy, and even if it was not obvious on his face, you could tell by the way his member throbbed inside of you that he was about to reach his limit as well.
“Cum.” he suddenly commanded, and you didn’t need anything more.
You allowed yourself to be engulfed by your climax, your body twisting itself and your hands pulling at the fabric beneath them, your legs also curled, basically pushing your partner in your direction, not even giving him the option to pull back.
On his part, his head was thrown back, and you could see the way his adam’s apple bobbed with the loud groans he let out, his fingers gripping tighter on your skin, however this time the mark that his hold would leave was a complete accident.
He didn’t pull out once he had spilled himself completely into you, instead, his body dropped forward, his arms slipping under your body to hold you close to him, head on your chest, eyes closed, just trying to take in the fact that he had just made love to you.
“Aaron?” you said with a curious tone, your arms wrapping around his back and allowing one of your hands to tangle in his hair. He answered with a short hum, too tired to give you an actual answer “Does it bother you that I made out with the rest of the team tonight?” you asked, nervous that it would have hurt him in any way.
“No.” he said matter-of-factly “As long as I only get to do it from now on.”
You shared a light chuckle, and without noticing, the both of you drifted off to sleep.
The next morning was a bit awkward for Rossi, being that he was not expecting to see the entire team, save for you and Hotch, curled on his living room furniture. JJ, Reid, and Emily had curled up together on the larger piece, while Morgan and Garcia cuddled on one of the individual seats. The clearing of his throat woke everyone up in a startle, and they looked around confusedly for the missing members of the group.
“What the hell happened last night?” David asked no one in particular.
“We were playing a game, and we must have fallen asleep waiting for it to end.” Garcia said with a slightly suggestive, yet groggy, voice, and Rossi decided it was better not to ask.
“By the way, how do we interpret this?” Emily asked “Who won?”
“Do you even have to ask?” Morgan scoffed, and Emily shrugged in defeat.
“Then, who won between the two of you?” Reid asked, pointing at JJ and Garcia.
“No one, really.” Jennifer replied.
“What? You both failed? Who did you choose?” Morgan inquired.
The blondes exchanged looks to see if they had had the same thought, and so they replied in unison once they had figured they were correct.
“Spencer.” their tones were flat, almost as if the answer was obvious. Reid lit up in a smile, wiggling his eyebrows victoriously at Derek.
“What?! No way you would just pick him!” he was baffled at the answer.
“Girls talk, Derek” Penelope told him “Let’s just say Elle reviewed his service with five stars.”
The group broke into a shared laugh, and Rossi only interrupted so he could inquire on the whereabouts of his friends.
“Where’s Aaron?” he prompted.
“One of the guest rooms.” Reid said.
“And is he with…?” Dave continued.
“Yup” the five members said in unison, referring to you.
“Also, Rossi, if you don’t mind, I kind of have a design suggestion.” Spencer turned in the direction of his superior
The older man raised his eyebrows, curious about the words that were about to come out of the younger’s mouth. “Let’s hear it.”
“Please make all the rooms soundproof.”
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Cat Cam- W.JH
Pairings: camboy! Jun x gn! reader (kinda)
Genre: just pure smut ngl
Warnings: mild pet play, male masturbation, indirect mentions of other members, cum eating, use of petnames (prettyboy, baby, babyboy, kitten) reader's username is princesspeach so jun calls them princess at one point. tbh this is just jun jerking off..idk what else to add
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: Okay so, I meant to post this a while ago, but a lot was going on in my personal life. Sorry that it's so short...and I didn't edit it that much, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Feedback is always appreciated, please don't be a silent reader!
"Oh! There's a package from sweet_tangerines. Thank you very much! The last item you sent ended up being my most viewed clip when I used it, so I have a good feeling about this one," Jun said as he waved the box to the camera.
Jun winks into the camera, causing an influx of horny messages to scroll by on his screen, and the tips he made sure to thank as he opened up the package set in his lap.
Truthfully this was what he loved most about his job, the attention. How he could do anything, and his viewers would eat it up graciously, leaving messages that made his ego (and something else) swell.
At first, it meant to be a side hustle, a way to dig him out of the student debt and bills he was suffocating in. His paychecks sure as hell weren't cutting it, and he needed an answer to his problems fast.
Really fast.
Luckily for Jun, his prayers were answered one fateful night while browsing his favorite pornsite, cock in hand. Yeah, he was struggling, but everyone deserves to make themselves feel good. And if he was paying for his phone not to get shut off, he might as well make good use of the wonders of the internet.
Usually skipping over the ads, he couldn't help but hover his finger over the button, tilting his head as a light bulb went off in his head as he watched a girl in the ad promote a cam website.
Jun never considered himself egotistical, but he was far from blind to his attractiveness. He had a handsome face, a body he worked hard for despite taking up extra shifts at his job, and a pretty cock, in his opinion. Who wouldn't want to watch him jerk off? He could do that for a few months, and all his problems would be solved.
And so he did, making an account and gaining traction pretty quickly due to his looks and how much he interacted with the audience.
A year later, he was still going live for his viewers, not just for the money, but because jerking off without thousands of eyes on him didn't do it for him anymore. He needs the attention to cum; the times he tried without left him only more sexually frustrated than before he began.
Another perk of the job was undoubtedly the gifts he received over the year, but with the package in his lap now opened, he was starting to question his audience's sanity.
Jun typically refrained from kink shaming, but a pair of cat ears? Really?
"Sweet_tangerines, I'm not sure what you expect me to do with this, but I'll put it on just for you," Jun shyly smiled into the camera before going off-screen, causing his viewers to start guessing what the item could be.
sweet_tangerines: he's gonna look so CUTE!!
dinonono: is it a thong? I'm betting on a thong
gyubear97: I don't know what it is but I want it to be a thong 💓
princesspeach: whatever it is, I know our baby boy will look so sexy
princesspeach tipped 500 coins!
Jun hears his tips go off from the corner of his room as he adjusts the cat eats on his head. A blush washed over him at the sound signifying a big tip, knowing exactly who it was.
His favorite reoccurring viewer was going to watch him pleasure himself dressed up in cat ears…
Jun took one last look in the mirror before making his way back to his desk, his head out of frame due to his height and hiding the surprise from everyone. Once he plopped down onto his chair, he was sure his computer was ready to crash with how fast the chat was moving.
His shyness slowly faded as he tried to keep up with the messages as much as possible.
"I see that you guys like the cat ears. We should all thank sweet_tangerines for this generous gift," his deep voice rang out to his audience, almost as if he was teasing them for enjoying this so much.
But truthfully, he was enjoying it just as much.
Maybe not the cat ears specifically, but all the attention he was receiving because of it sure had an effect, his cock straining against his jeans, a visible tent forming, which people quickly took note of.
princesspeach: the kitty is getting hard already. you haven't even touched yourself. you should show us, pretty boy.
Jun bit his lip as he caught your message in the sea of others, making eye contact with the camera knowing you were paying full attention to him.
His hand mindlessly starts rubbing his thigh, inching further up until he palms himself, squeezing the sides of his shaft through his jeans and giving some relief. His head tilts back in his chair, eyes closing as he basked in the fact thousands were watching him tease himself.
princesspeach: show us your pretty cock
princesspeach tipped 300 coins!
The sound of another big tip forces Jun's eyes open, reading out the message and thanking you for the tip as he stands up to shimmy out of his jeans.
He takes his sweet time taking off his underwear, the band of his boxers sliding along his cock before his full length slaps against his toned abdomen, another wave of messages causing his cock to twitch.
Sitting back down, he makes eye contact with his webcam again with his cock in his hand. He slowly begins to pleasure himself, feeling his veins pulse in his grip as he moves his hand up and down along his shaft.
"How was everyone's day? I hope all of you can lay down and relax with me," he practically purrs, his deep voice rumbling in his chest.
princesspeach: how’s your hand feel, kitten? your cock is leaking so much
“Fuck, it feels so good. I wish it was you around my cock instead, baby…” Jun’s eyes flutter at the sight of the nickname, his cock jolting in response, a bead of precum leaking out of the slit of his tip. He presses his finger against the sticky substance, pulling his finger away, causing a trail of his precum to follow his finger, glistening in the mood lighting in his bedroom, driving his viewers further into a state of desire.
His intense gaze captivates his audience through the camera as he brings his finger to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick his arousal off his fingertip before sliding two digits into his wet mouth, his tongue swirling around them as his other hand takes hold of his cock, jerking himself off faster this time around.
gyubear97: oh my fucking god this is so hot…i’m not gonna last
dinonono: me neither tbh, the cat ears are a nice touch
sweet_tangerines: shit, he always looks good
princesspeach: see how many people love seeing you jerk that pretty cock, kitten? I bet you love the attention
princesspeach: such a pretty slut for us
princesspeach: I’d love to stuff your cock in my mouth, make you cum down my throat
Jun can’t help but focus solely on your messages, the words flying by fast, but fueling his pleasure, getting closer and closer to his impending climax.
Jun takes a second to tug his shirt over his head, finally giving his viewers a good look at his stunning body, the mood lighting emphasizing the hills and valleys of his abs. He chuckles at the immediate response he receives while he readjusts the cat ears on his head that nearly fell off his head while removing his shirt.
He sits back in his chair, his right hand quickly moving back to his cock, his left one rubbing up and down his stomach before inching further up to tease at his nipples, moans slipping out of him as more precum leaks out of his cock, making it easier to fuck himself with hand.
At some point, Jun’s eyes close fully, losing himself to the pleasure as his head falls back on the headrest of his chair, his adam’s apple bobbing as he desperately tries to swallow his moans but fails miserably.
Almost anyone would agree that this was one of the most sinful sights they ever laid their eyes upon.
The man's body on full display, cute cat ears adorning his head despite his acts being anything but cute. How the perspiration on his body glistened as he got more worked up, the dark red flush of his cock as it leaked precum continuously, his cock glossy from his arousal and emphasizing every vein along his shaft.
princesspeach: babyboy gonna cum for us?
princesspeach tipped 300 coins!
princesspeach: cum for me baby
princesspeach: I'll cum with you
The notification sound of your tip forces his eyes to reopen, making the grave mistake of looking at the messages that followed.
Jun's hips stutter, fucking into his hand uncontrollably as he finally falls over the edge, his whole body burning hot as flashes of pleasure run through his body.
"T-thank you for the tip, p-princess," he moans out, thick globs of cum slipping out of his slit and onto his hand as he desperately tried to ride out his orgasm for as long as possible.
Once it felt like too much, he finally pulled his hand away from his softening cock, reveling in the light and blissful feeling he get when he had an intense orgasm. He pants heavily, taking a good couple of minutes to regain control of himself before he blinks up at the ceiling.
dinonono: damn, he came more than usual today
sweet_tangerines: i hope he uploads today's stream…i need to rewatch it
gyubear97: I already came twice…
Jun finally looks back into the camera, a subtle smirk across his lips as he raises his cum covered hand to his face to lick it off.
princesspeach: does the kitten like cleaning himself off? tastes good, doesn't it?
Jun chuckles softly at your comment as he licks off the remainder of his cum.
"I think it's time I wrap up this stream, guys. I had a lot of fun and hope all of you enjoyed yourselves as well. I'll do another stream in two days but don't worry! Tonight's stream will be posted to hold you over in the meantime. Have a good night, everyone!"
Jun winks into the camera before waving goodbye, his free hand moving to his desk to stop his stream.
He lets out a huff as he leans back in his chair, too lazy to get fully cleaned and dressed just yet, but the ringing of his phone from his bedside table forces him to get up out of his chair.
He rolls his eyes despite the blush on his face when he sees who's calling, taking a deep breath before sliding his thumb across to answer.
"Did you have to call me right after I closed the stream?"
"Oh shush, I'm only calling to ask if I should come over tomorrow since you won't be live."
Jun bites his lip at the offer, his mind thinking back to the times he's had you in his bed.
"You can come over, baby. I'll even wear the cat ears since you seemed to like them so much," he purrs into the phone.
"I'll hold you to that, kitten."
#svt#seventeen#svt fic#svt smut#svt x reader#svt imagines#seventeen smut#seventeen fic#seventeen x reader#seventeen imagines#jun fic#jun smut#jun imagines#jun x reader#jun#svt jun#junhui smut#junhui imagines#moon junhui#🌌:celestialworks
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When they saved you from a brothel (Luffy Edition)
Title: We can satiate your Hunger
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Luffy x prostitute!Reader
Other characters: None really
Category: adventure? Romance maybe? It's just Luffy being Luffy (?)
Warnings: Mention of slavery, violence, sex, I think... I'm not sure, but nothing explicit I guess. There's no smut in here, walk away, horny people!! (No wait come back!!)
Author's note: This is situated 6 years in the future because Idk, I wanted an older Luffy, at least when I wrote it I had that in mind but you can imagine this however you want! Also, this story was wrote with a female reader in mind.
You didn't started working there because you wanted.
When you were 15 your Mother/Father were sick and you wanted to help them.
You started cleaning the floors, washing dishes, serving the woman who needed help with make up or hairstyles.
The owner of the place tried to make you work for them as a prostitute, but you didn't wanted to.
So they started to pay less, at first just some berries. But those berries lost made you unable to pay for your parent medicine.
After a month without the medicine your parent started to feel worst and worst.
And like a balm, the brothel owner offered you a loan, just the right amount for the medicine.
And you thought the owner was a good person, that you would be able to pay back.
But one day some one robbed you and the owner give you more money.
In another occasion someone stole your clothes as it was drying in the sun, the owner gave you money to buy yourself some clothes.
You couldn't pay the owner back and somehow the loan got bigger and bigger until it became an impossible amount.
Then the owner offered a deal: You could pay working for them as a prostitute or he could turn you to the police for stealing.
That time there was no room for you to say no.
Since then they gave you a room, nice clothes and even a maiden to help you with everything you needed.
Close to no clothes, very tight clothes or the worst: Lingerie and a silk robe.
And you do what you are forced to do.
There are clients that are gentle but there are those who get violent, who creep you out, who enjoy when you say no.
It's a nightmare so you try to escape. At first you sneak out but get caught.
Then you jump from the window of your room, but the guards save you from a sure death.
When they realize that you are trying to kill yourself they start to drug you.
And that's the worst because then you can't leave, you need the drug if you don't have your dosage you start to feel ill. You feel like dying but without dying.
And then you just… give up.
Luffy
Luffy was not supposed to be there, he wasn't looking to get laid. However in the facade said "Pleasure house, we satiate your hunger"
So he entered, because he was hungry.
He just needed food since he got lost after a couple of hours after getting on the island.
They were there only to supply the ship with food and some other things needed.
Luffy being Luffy decided to explore and eventually got lost.
He saw the sign in the facade and entered. He sat there, asked for food and they served him some snacks and pineapple. Why were they giving him that? He didn't ask, it was food.
He saw you and… and nothing happened, because Luffy can't fall in love just from seeing a pretty face, he had seen the most beautiful woman alive naked and that didn't phase him.
However when the women of the house saw him, they started to throw themselves over him, they smiled and rubbed themselves on him but he didn't mind.
Since Luffy didn't pay attention to them, the women slowly, very slowly left him alone.
As you were serving wine to a client one of your friends let you know you could take a break. So you did.
Luffy can look like and act stupid, but he's good with social cues.
He notices the difference between the looks of the other woman and the way you looked at him at that moment.
Your eyes shine, there's a little smile in your painted lips… and your intentions, your intentions feel different. You didn't have lust in your eyes.
You were smiling because you found him cute and it was funny how he was eating all the snacks possible.
"Enjoying your food?" You ask him sitting by his side in the bar.
"Yeah, it's good," he answered while chomping on some meat.
"That's Lamb, it's very tender and juicy. You can try it with this" you handed him some sauce and he looked at you, directly to your eyes as if looking into your soul.
And he does, he actually sees through you and chooses to take your advice.
He hums in delight as he tries the meat with the sauce. He loves it.
That makes you giggle. You like how expressive he is.
"I'll leave you to your food" you told him and he nodded as you walked away.
Luffy followed you with his gaze for a moment before going back to his food.
Moments later the bartender started berating him about eating as if it was a restaurant.
Which only made Luffy ask "is this not a restaurant?"
"Of course not, this is a pleasure house!"
"But it says you can satisfy my hunger"
You giggled because there was no failure in his logic.
"Listen, if you are not taking one of our girls, we can't keep giving you food"
Luffy's hunger was so big he pointed at you like a toddler and say "I'll take her"
Suddenly you were in a room with a man who hadn't presented himself, who hadn't tried to get your attention and chose you out of the blue. Not only that he had taken away your break.
"You are rude, mister," you told him, seeing how he steadily ate everything.
"I'm no mister" he let you know with a mouthful of meat. "I'm Luffy"
You looked at him, having a feeling you had heard that name before. Thinking about it gave you a headache, but it also gave you the idea you had seen his face before.
But then again, you saw many men every day, hovering over you, calling your name. The faces blurred over time. Maybe you had served him before.
"I'm Y/n" you presented yourself looking at him ate. It made you think that maybe he had a weird fetiche with eating in front of women.
But he wasn't actually paying attention to you.
"Can I do something for you?" You asked, noticing that he had gotten fatter than before. Was that even possible?
You had seen him before, he had a lean body with nice muscles, six pack, and an attractive chest. He was a total hotty.
"What are you?" You asked surprised by what you were seeing.
"A gum gum man!" He said
"A what now?"
"I ate a devil fruit"
You looked at him mouth agape.
"I can stretch like gum!" He said and stretched one of his arms to put it over your head, ruffling your hair.
"What is a devil fruit? How do you do that? We're did you find that?" You were so surprised and saw him with such wonder that made Luffy look at you as if you were a weird bug.
"How do you not know that?" He asked "everyone knows about devil fruits"
You looked down embarrassed. You couldn't tell him the truth: You were being drugged and had lost parts of your memories, that faces blurred and the drug helped you forget the worst parts of your job.
"I just don't" you admitted but Luffy noticed your change in demeanor, so he solved your questions as he ate.
And when he got satisfied, he stood up, went to bed and fell asleep.
Now if he didn't want to have sex it was up to him, he was paying for your time anyway.
You laid in bed by his side and pinched his cheek and stretched it a little. It was funny. Looking after him you fell asleep.
2 hours later you woke up by the side of him but he wasn't fat anymore, he had the same toned body from when he entered the pleasure house.
You could touch it if you wanted, not everyday you had the luxury of having such a pleasure.
But instead of touching his very appealing body, your hand went through his hair, combing his soft black hair back.
His face was as attractive as the rest of his body but you enjoyed combing his hair, it gave you a warm sensation in your chest, a warmness that had nothing to do with sex.
"You're cute" he suddenly said and you noticed he was awake.
"Am I?" You teased caressing his face, slowly moving to his lips.
"But you know that" he added and you made a pout.
"I have to look good if I want clients" you said without thinking.
"Nee, why you do this?" Luffy said furrowing his eyebrows.
"What do you mean?" You stopped combing his hair and it was his turn to pout like a child.
"Keep playing with my hair" he said, taking your hand to put on his head.
"Please" he added when you giggled at his order.
"Fine, but answer the question"
"You don't seem happy here, why do you stay?" Luffy asked as you combed his hair. You doubted for a moment
"I can't leave, I'm a slave" you stated with seriousness.
"a slave? But you are not in shackles" he frowned and you saw him for the first time as the man he was.
"Some people don't need shackles to be slaves" his face showed annoyance and you didn't like it, you liked him more when he smiled so you straddled him and bent down to kiss him.
His lips were soft and tasted like the pineapple he had eaten. Your tongue explored his mouth and he let you, barely moving his own tongue.
You separated to take a breath, thinking he had forgotten the topic.
"Are you comfortable being a slave?" He asked and you saw him surprised by how ineffective that kiss had been.
"I don't remember freedom," you confessed.
"What?" He was so perplexed it made you smile
"They make me take a drug that makes me forget things, I've forgotten my past"
He placed a hand on your cheek and his thumb made the motion of cleaning a tear, even if you weren't crying.
"You need help" he said and you laughed
"I have asked for help, I can remember it but I can feel it"
"Ask for my help"
"Can you help me?" You asked with apprehension
"I'm a pirate, I can do whatever I want!" He stated so confidently that made you giggle, it was like hearing a child but the man in front of you seemed to be in his early 20's
"Then take me away" you asked softly, playing along with him, voicing your real dreams out loud "I want to be a pirate and collect a handful of earth from every island in the world!" You stated confidently knowing you would probably forget about all of this.
"Why do you want a handful of earth? that's weird!" he said and you laid back by his side with your head in his chest only to extend a hand towards the ceiling, making a fist.
"Because then I'll have proof of every place I've been! There will be proof that I lived! Even if I forget, there will be proof of my actions!"
"It's weird tho!" He said and you laughed.
"You make me want to be free" you added.
"Then we should go!" He said standing suddenly like a spring.
His arm suddenly grew longer and wrapped around your waist before putting you over his shoulder.
"What the…?" Before you ended the sentence Luffy started running.
You panicked as he punched his way out of the pleasure house.
Luffy on the other side was laughing.
From the perspective of your friends, coworkers and clients, you were being kidnapped.
Only that when you were out of the pleasure house he ran back in.
Seconds later people started running away. Your friend, the staff, the bodyguards half beaten to death. In a couple of minutes everyone has left and a gigantic fist pierced the building making it crumble.
"Y/n! Let's go!" Luffy said as he came out of the clouds of dust.
"Luffy, that was awesome" you said, impressed by what you had just witnessed.
"Yeah, they deserve it, now where are the docks?"
"Oi Luffy! I told you not to go too far away!!" An angry woman yelled from the deck of a pirate ship when you got closer.
"We got just in time" Luffy announced as he jumped aboard carrying you bridal style and the red head looked at you with a questioning eyebrow.
'oh shit, is this the girlfriend?' you thought to yourself.
"Nee, Captain, who is this?" She asked as Luffy put you down.
"She's our new nakama, her name is Y/n" He said, putting you down.
"Nice to meet you, " you said, bowing to her.
"Oi, Luffy, why did you destroy that building?" A man with a long nose asked, making you jump at his sudden apparition.
"I'll tell you later, where is Chopper? I need him to check on Y/n" Luffy and the reindeer came out of his office leaving you speechless.
"Chopper we got a patient!" Someone guided you to the reindeer.
"Oh! Right… Y/n should I get a handful or earth!?" Asked Luffy with a shout making you turn towards him. He was smiling so widely that it was contagious.
"Yes, Luffy, Thank you!"
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Serial killer AU and the contrast between how Ghoap treat us and other victims. Maybe they're holding our friend group hostage in the basement, and every day we're forced to see pain and torture of our friends and then Ghost drags us upstairs by our hair and....
The softest pillows ever, Soap helds pur hands so we won't struggle as Simon tortures us with cumming over and over again. We're literally covered in blood, they are covered in blood, and Ghost is so mean with everyone( Soap laughs as our friends struggle against his axe and then covers our face with kisses because we're adorable and he wants us to cry forever((
Scaredy cat whiny wet napkin reader who constantly needs to drink because we cry our daily hydration worth, and we don't really get used to them or fall into Stockholm syndrome, we're just terrified enough to comply with them. It's my favorite dynamic tbh, not just falling in love, but mostly submitting out of fear. Ghost is so soft with us, gots us sweets and vegetables even though Soap is moody because of the lack of meat, because we can't bring ourselves to eat normally after we saw what they did to our friends
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i am fucking LOSING IT
you're so real for preferring scared submission over stockholm syndrome btw. stockholm syndrome can be fun but something about complying only because you're scared... it's so delicious...
also... soap wanting meat... if any of you want a cannibal ghostsoap apocalypse au go read this it's sooo good. ghost kidnaps soap and takes him back to his cannibal compound to keep him :( it's written as a love story from ghost's perspective and a horror story from soap's lol it's great
anyways more about serial killer ghoap below the cut :) listened to bilgewater by brown bird while writing this if any of y'all like gothic country music
soap torturing someone with you in the room (because he hates letting you out of his sight) and he keeps taking breaks to come comfort you and gives you kisses IM :((( wipes your tears away and gets streaks of red all over your face, wants to fuck you cause you look so pretty but his victims don't deserve to see you that vulnerable, that's just for him and simon. ties you up in the corner so you don't run, maybe locks you in a little cage (i will put petplay into everything i write like god has challenged me to it personally). gags you because you get real scream-y and tend to beg for their lives, but sometimes has to tug it out so you can throw up :( tells you to close your eyes when he does something particularly nasty, the gore and your terror in the corner nearly enough to get him off without even touching his dick
being soft with you is like their reward to themselves for torturing people so well lmfao. like, they did so good making those people's last moments agonizing and now they get to cuddle up with you <3 washes off their hands and your face, bundles you up real close to them, gets to lay in all the nice soft warmth now.
ghost is so so tender when washing you off (when he doesn't want you covered in blood - sometimes he leaves it for hours, until it flakes off and you nearly scratch it away until you bleed). he's cooing to you while brushing a soft washcloth over you face, humming a little and saying things like you were such a good girl for us. such good bait, led our toys right to us, thank you so much, doll. look so good covered in their blood, wanna paint you with it sometime. that sound nice to you? no? ok, ok, deep breaths, honey, calm down. just relax for me, you're safe. gonna be real sweet to you now, you don't have to be scared anymore.
and they are sweet. place you on a mattress covered in the softest most plush blankets you've ever seen. they set a little stuffed animal in your arms, let you curl around it and hide your face in it. they know it makes you feel better, and they're nice enough to let you hide your face from them for now :( content themselves with pulling you right up into them (making you hold the stuffed animal when they kill people, look at you all smiley and say make sure he doesn't get dirty, baby, picks it up out of a pool of blood and tsks at you all disappointed, tell you to clean him and say gentle, like we are with you whey you get too rough)
actually can't stop thinking about this au it's like a curse
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I did it
Hypnotist MK/Knfe
Knfe and uh Him are the same person
Just that it's like a different ending for Knfe. Welp time to drop him some head cannons.
°Hypnotist/Mastermind
Knfe
(his still MK, Just that Knfe is my LMK Au)
He developed sort of dark magic, Like from Jin and Yin.
Founds a book of how to brainwash people? Sounds interesting.
Actually he just stole it from Jin and Yin's hideout, Cause he knows there's good stuff to theirs. Like good valuable items to use, To experiment. Etc
Thinking to brain wash others. I mean it's a good thing to use, Like use them as meat shields or bodyguards. And servants to make more things.
Actually a fast learner, Quick learning. Just you know speed running it.
Boom he uses his hypnotist skills to brainwash Yin, Jin, Macaque, Mayor.
Actually this is just like LBD. Except it's just the hero plays to be the villain role.
No more MK being the hero, Say goodbye to him. Like actually there's no ' MK ' in him anymore. As if he turns into a completely different person.
Absolutely goes crazy with his hypnotist skills.
Litterally just abuses it.
Oh is that Y/N he saw?
Welp rip them, Because Knfe ordered his minions to capture Y/N to bring them back to him.
Literally the twin demons, Macaque, and Mayor has no memories of themselves. Even if they try, It will result a major headache. They only serve their master's request.
Y/N now capture in his hands, With chains. Not ordinary chains but some sort of magic to block of their powers.
Say goodbye half of your memories.
Cause Knfe wants it half gone, Just half. He would feel upset if that 'you' would've not remember anything. Or a memory of who you are.
HeOnlyNeedsYouHeOnlyNeedsYouHeOnlyNeedsYouHeOnlyNeedsYouHeOnlyNeedsYou
See that amulet in his chest? That's the core of keeping half of Y/N's memories insides of it. And also controlling Y/N.
Like if you disobey him
Breathn't
He would crush the amulet in his hands, Hard. Causing your body to feel suffocating. As if your getting crushed by a heavy anvil on top of you. As a punishment that you disobey him.
Though he wouldn't like to see you in pain, It hurts him really. When his done with his punishment he did to you. He would then comfort you by hugging, Patting your back, Patting your head. Then apologize for what he did is awful.
Expect alot of pampering, Getting spoiled by him.
Alots of kisses and touching, Like holding your hand, Your waist, Your arm. Etc
He doesn't like to go far on touching, Like he understands you feel uncomfy by it.
Clingy. Hella clingy like a dog following you and giving you affection. ALOT of affections n stuff he gives you love like he loves you dearly.
Dude has a toy figure of you.
Lack of sleep, I mean his anxious and overthinking some intruder will steal you away. Or could be Heegan/Redson's sneaky unexpecting plans to grab you away without him noticing.
Dude learns how to levitate things.
About the legendary staff. Well he just store it away from his sight where he cannot have a flashback from his old self. Cmon he..feels uncomfy and upset about it. Really doesn't wanna remember it, As if he will cry in a second.
He doesn't live in metapolis anymore, He lives somewhere else. VERY FARTHER where no can reach him.
Man's living in a cottagecore life with his servants and you. . .
He will literally use the guilt trip trick on you whenever you try to leave and escape.
That actually effects you alot and decided to stay.
His slowly becoming smarter, Smarter to play someone's emotions and make them lose their guard down, and more guilt tripping.
Also he wears gloves how he doesn't like to touch other people that is not You.
Or he doesn't like to touch something dirty.
Where's his bandana? Well he had a fight with the others he known and..uses the bandana to make it as a bandage. It was on his arms, and yet he still wears it.
That's it for his head cannons, If you want more then uh..yeah just comment IG? Dunno, You can drop him more head cannons ideas.
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"it would take a very specific combination of events to witness Levi cry" - can you elaborate or maybe conjure such a sequence leading to witnessing him cry? i feel like if anyone could do crying levi justice, it's you gee.
//ocd symptoms
he HAS to be at his wit’s end. completely broken down by grief to the point that there's so much of it that he thinks he's feeling nothing when he's actually overwhelmed. he has slept eight total hours the last week. he's been drowning himself in work as a result...
perhaps getting chemical burns and sores on his hands from cleaning obsessively—something that helps him unwind at good times but becomes his enemy at the worst because it never feels like enough. he's up at night sweeping the same floor he swept that day because the thoughts are out of control, because he himself has lost control.
(I personally headcanon him not with contamination-ocd but he likes to clean and his anxiety factors in. patterns and perfection give him a sense of comfort and control when it's bad and he feels the need to do more. taps the doorknob after he's locked it, taps his teaspoon a number of times against a cup of tea he made because otherwise his mind is convinced it's poisoned; if he doesn't buckle and unbuckle each one of his ODM belts before going out to training somehow everyone he trains with that day is doomed to die... for examples.)
the point is the habits appear when it gets bad. you notice these. trying to confront him on working/cleaning too much in efforts to steer the conversation into the direction Levi has been dealing with for a week or so now makes him snap at you. normally, Levi isn't the type to raise his voice in spats w you, and the last thing he really wants is to hurt you, but he's being petty to try and push you away. so you don't have to deal with him, to see that he's weak, and he's extremely stubborn about his own independence. asking if he needs help makes him feel pathetic, and so he reacts defensively.
the bottom line is that he hurts you. you choose to give him space, which only gives Levi's grief and self-loathing more room to fester. he's ashamed, and he's so sorry, but he doesn't know how to fix it. his common insecurities become world-ending for him.
and it's probably a minor inconvenience that makes him crumble. he accidentally drops a dish or he folds a piece of clothing wrong the first time and suddenly it's all coming down on him.
thing is, Levi still won't reach out. no matter what, he wants to take care of himself on his own, and refuses to burden anyone because he's supposed to be strong. it infuriates him to be pitied, even though he's in desperate need of comfort.
it's sometime at night when the normal workday is over. you see him again by some obligation like delivering him some papers to sign, and he's of course not any better, but stone-cold and silent. the bags under his eyes speak for themselves.
if you try talking, he's just going to be distant, and angrily confronting him on his recent behavior just confirms what he's been thinking, so he wouldn't argue this time; he comes off aloof and vaguely disinterested when he's really devastated until you at some point leave.
i feel like to get Levi to cry in front of you, you treat him with a silent act of kindness without him asking. like you put away some dust rags he left sitting out for his convenience, but that's not where they normally belong, or you spot an empty teacup on his desk and take it to the sink to be washed.
he's going to glare and ask why you did that, he didn't ask you to, when he really means he doesn't deserve it. instead of arguing or consoling, you plainly ask if he's eaten dinner or not... something so mundane that makes it hit him how bad he's gotten and how much you care.
and he has nowhere to run. no work or errands and he doesn't have the heart to snap again. all that's left to feel is horrible. he swallows visibly... and you coexist for the next few hours, making sure he showers and eats by setting out fresh clothes and making him something. you give him the option, that's all. there's a hard lump in his throat as he stands under the shower spray—he's holding himself together by a thread.
it's really when there's no distractions left, and it's dark. you sort of coaxed him into bed by being there with the sheets untucked after he's out of the shower. you might say, "Why don't you come here?"
and so he lets him do what he needs. climbs into bed and lays with you there in the dark. he feels your steady proximity for the first time since he's been feeling so anguished. meanwhile those familiar dark thoughts are urging him to get up because suddenly he could swear something hasn't been cleaned or something's just the tiniest bit wrong, and he can't stop thinking. but you're right there.
he's actually silent in the embrace you brought him into, which he didn't agree to nor disagreed to. and suddenly the levy just breaks. like the dam that has been cracking over weeks crumbles, and throaty, near-silent sobs begin to wrack his chest, and then his shoulders.
in the dark, with someplace to hide like under the covers or with his face in your neck, he cries. and before he can remember how urgent it is to pacify himself, your hand sinks into his hair and you bring him closer... and you say something, like, "It's okay... I'm right here," and then he's bawling. after so long pushing you away, he's suddenly clinging on as if begging you to stay. they're ugly sobs that are loud enough to hear from the hallway even as he muffles himself in your neck. you comfort him almost wordlessly by stroking his back and telling him to let it go, that you can't imagine how hard it's been for him, and telling him everything he's needed to hear the whole time without realizing it.
so.
tldr; i think he'd have to be overwhelmed... at his very wits end. only when there's no possible way to deal with it by himself anymore and he doesn't let himself break. he just shatters.
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For me, the ‘dog scratch’ falls into the same category as a few other recent instances of intriguing circumstances that lend themselves to certain interpretations, but are ultimately inconclusive.
In this case, we have Jimin showing up with a scratch that’s very reminiscent of one caused by a sizable dog. This, shortly after Jungkook posted a photo of Bam at the training centre, perhaps implying that he was there to take him home. The scratch would have to be relatively recent for it to still retain that flush and raised appearance. Would it still look like that after travelling from someone’s his home to Incheon? I don’t know. But it’s a compelling coincidence.
I feel similarly about Jungkook’s little laundry live. As he was meticulously folding his new Calvin Klein underwear, eagle-eyed viewers noticed a pair that was significantly smaller than the rest. Of course, there could be many explanations for this. Jungkook said the underwear had been sent by the brand, so the inclusion of the smaller undies could have been a simple mistake on their part. After all, they probably wouldn’t be ‘in the know,’ nor gifting Jungkook briefs for his partner.
But it’s possible Jungkook wasn’t only washing brand new clothes, it’s hard to say. In any case, the red briefs looked like they would fit very uncomfortably on Jungkook, so if they were indeed intended for him one might expect at least a slight reaction on his end as he was folding them. But it pretty much just seemed like he was folding a smaller someone’s underwear without any further thought.
(Again, this is not to be taken too seriously. Or seriously at all, really. It’s just a bit interesting).
Then there’s Jimin’s at-home live after he reached number one on Billboard Hot 100, during which he had a few cases of bad luck. The first being when —I assume— Jimin didn’t think his voice would get picked up by the phone mic if he whispered. But the “빨리 가” (“go quickly”) is quite discernible. And while the subsequent noises are more difficult to distinguish, they corroborate the idea of another person being present. The second instance of bad luck happened when he accidentally revealed a second gaming chair next to his own, leaving him a bit flustered (poor bb).
In the same live we also get Jimin’s slightly flippant response of “I think Jungkook’s asleep” to a comment reading “I’m Jungkook’s wife” (or something like that). These dots could connect to form a certain picture, such as Jungkook being there with Jimin when he started the live, sitting in the other gaming chair. The sounds we hear could be caused by Jungkook sliding the chair back and exiting the room after Jimin urged him to go. He may have been heading off to bed, prompting Jimin to say what he did with a certain confidence.
Ultimately though, it’s all circumstantial; there’s nothing that actually ties these events together except a few ambiguous facts and our prior beliefs about the status of Jikook’s relationship. But I think it’s fine to hypothesise as long as nothing’s taken as fact, or blown out of proportion in terms of its significance.
And, after all, enough circumstances can add up to be quite telling.
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🦇{S E V E N S I N S}🦇
{kinktober with peach 🍑}
╰⊰✿´ 🖤 lust - the sin of unbridled sexual desire
1: BREEDING - (Choso x Female Reader)
TAGS: {minors & ageless blogs do not interact} - sex without protection; sensual smut, mentions: baby making, oral (female receiving), mention: cum, creampie, fluff
WC: 1,914
A/N: Happy Kinktober, everyone! I’m currently sick at the moment and was hoping to post this yesterday but wasn’t feeling so great. I finally finished and edited up the first request from @coffeehashira 🧡 I hope you enjoy it and as always, reblog and comments are always appreciate xo
“What’s with you tonight?”
A sigh follows your question, your arms lazily stretching above your head while you watch your boyfriend play with the fabric of your loose, cotton top. A teasing smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he shyly tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he slowly rolls the material over your chest.
“Nothing,” he lies, but his eyes darken watching your breasts spill out and he hums at the sight of two taut buds poking against the air.
He pinches your nipples between his fingers, grinning sheepishly by how easily you reacted to his touch. “A little sensitive, hmm?” he teases, cupping your chest in his hands before leaning forward and circling his mouth over your nipple to suck on it.
You giggle, “this isn’t nothing, you usually aren’t so…eager-ah!”
Your fingers thread through his dark hair, and you gently push back the shorter layers to avoid having them fall over his handsome face. Your free hand moves to graze the shell of his left ear, counting the silver of his piercings - three along the helix, and two on his lobes…
He squeezes you in the palm of his hands, his mouth trailing up your neck as he leaves a path of tender kisses along the way. Your touch lands on his broad shoulders, digging your fingers into his muscles when he finally lingers his lips above yours before leaning into a kiss. Despite his calm demeanor, his mouth was telling you something completely different.
There is a hunger in this kiss, a sense of urgency that has you melting into the mattress. He draws out a moan only to swallow the pretty sound you make, before moving to hold you by the waist.
He takes a second to look into your eyes, insisting to himself that paradise was lost in those lovely irises. How did he ever get lucky enough to be one person who got to see it up close?
He couldn’t really explain what’s been going on with him these last few weeks. How his body suddenly yearns for yours in a possessive demand. His love for you was constant, but lately it’s as if the dial turned up a few notches and it left him completely frenzied.
A draft runs over you both, a reminder of the changing weather outside. The sun was starting to set on the horizon and the room was gradually growing darker with each passing second. He could feel you shake a little underneath him, your exposed frame seeking his own affectionately for some heat.
You kiss him on his neck before whispering quietly, “it’s getting cold…”
He holds back a groan, the blood rushing between his legs as his erection tents his boxers.
“I’ll have you warm in just a second…” he replies.
His mouth meets yours again and you're trapped underneath his weight. Your legs twine themselves around him, while your arms curl over each other as they circle his neck and you feel your body molding into his own like butter. Your heart beats a little faster, the uncertainty washing over you by your lover’s needy behavior. He tweaks your nipples once more, before tracing his hands down your torso and hooking his index fingers around the waistband of your underwear.
“I’m so in love with you,” he confesses, as he slowly tugs down the fabric.
“I love you too…” you sigh with a wiggle of your hips, watching your boyfriend slip the garment off before tossing over the side of the bed.
Choso just hums to himself while admiring you with the softest eyes. You were so beautiful like this, naked and vulnerable at his mercy, when it was usually the other way around. He spreads your thighs, wishing that you could read his own thoughts just to understand the true weight of the emotion laced through his confession.
When he goes down on you, his mouth presses sweet kisses on your pussy and he spreads your lips slightly apart before allowing his tongue to swipe up along the slit. He hears you cry a gentle “oh…”, and smiles against your sex before working his tongue along the path to meet your clit. He eats you out slowly, and your hands grip onto the sheets as your body grows hot in increasing degrees. You can tell that he isn’t doing this with the intention of making you cum, but he still slurps and smacks his lips all over your cunt like he’s expecting your orgasm.
“C-Cho…” you hiccup, but can barely say his full name when you feel the stretch of two fingers deep inside you.
“Not yet,” he pleads, curving his digits upward and your lower belly flutters from the sensation of his touch. “Hold on f’me…”
Your thighs shake, “I-I don’t think I can…I’m too..”
You squeeze your eyes, your words leaving you once again feeling the roll of his tongue around your clit.
He didn’t understand just how receptive you were tonight - how every touch sent shivers up your spine and prickled your skin. You needed him to stop just to give you a moment to breathe before you lost what little control you had over your own body.
“M’always so good for you,” he murmurs, “now it’s your turn…”
You were reduced to winded pants and gentle whimpers, with your hips bucking lightly every now and then desperately crying out for him to do more. Tears pricked your eyes and you expressed your frustration by tugging at the locks of his obsidian hair when he refused to submit to you.
When he finally pulled away, he looked at you with ravenous eyes. You shifted your position to sit upright on your forearms, your gaze following his hands moving downward to his boxers, and you licked your lips watching him pull out his dick from underneath the fabric.
Your jaw went slack as your mouth went dry while he stroked his thick length, his thumb lightly tracing over the prominent veins before swiping over the purple head leaking with cum. Your arousal glossed his lips when he smiled, looking down at you with approval seeing you in an equally hot-blooded state that he was in.
He saw you spreading your legs a little further, inviting him inside you.
Choso usually would reach for the condom at this moment, but instead he found himself taking in the contours of your figure. Your plush thighs, the circle of your hips, the valley of your torso and the peak of your breasts…and it made him feverish enough to disregard the need for safety.
He grunts as he boldly slaps the weight of his dick against your bare cunt, hearing you whine before dragging it up and down between the petals of your lips.
“How does this feel?” he asks cheekily, but there is a mysterious change in his tone of voice that excites you.
“So good…”
He slides the tip of his cock to tease at your entrance, “it’ll probably feel even better when I’m fucking you, hmm?”
You don’t stop or question what comes next, your mind's judgment clouded by an unbridled desire to have him. The both of you focus on the points where your bodies meet, and your mouth circles into a sphere while he moans with relief as he buries his cock deep in you.
“F-Fuck…” you gulp, your arms caving as you drop your head back onto the mattress. The stretch feels so good that it makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, and as he curves his body forward you find your grabby hands reaching to pull him as close to you as possible.
His thrusts are steady at first as he takes in the feeling of your gummy walls around him - but when he your lips meet his, he starts to fucking you with even more conviction that you feel like you’re about to split in two.
You can taste yourself on his tongue, and one of his hands reaches for your own as he holds it tightly against his fingers before resting it above your head. His other hand compresses into your thigh, a roughness replacing the kind touches that you were receiving earlier and you knew for a fact that he was imprinting himself onto your skin.
Choso’s dominance over you had nothing to do with control but everything to do with him showering you with his love. This was the part of himself that needed you like the air that he breaths, that didn’t want any barriers separating you both.
The thought travel through his mind and he moan into another kiss, before burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“You feel s’fucking warm, you’re perfect…” he rasps, and your whole body grows limp under his minstrations. He sucks on your skin, his hand on your thigh gliding back up your body to the space of your lower belly instead. “I want to cum just like this…”
You’re crying out to the heavens again and he can only smile feeling you soaking all over him. He presses another kiss to your neck, and with a snap of his hips he continues his seduction with more passionate words. “I’d fill you up to the brim, watch you take it all in…”
“God,” he moans, and there’s an ache in his cry that nearly has you falling apart before him, “just want to put a baby inside you…”
He pulls away from you with slight exasperation, repositioning himself once again as his hands meet your hips to root you in place. His intentions were now out in the open, but you still haven’t denied him from giving you exactly what he wants.
He holds you there as he plunges back and forth, and your breasts mimic the movements with every thrust. One of your hands trails down your torso for your fingers to meet your swollen clit. You start massaging the tender bud, and you can barely formulate the words crossing on your mind with any coherence.
Instead you start mewling: “please, please, please…”
Your toes curl as the muscles in your leg tighten, feeling the heaviness of his balls smacking against your skin and your back arches further away from the mattress with every roll of your hips. He pays attention to the ring of white circling his dick, but your boyfriend’s thrusts grow sloppier the closer he gets to his release. Your vision goes blank when your walls tighten around him only noting the squelching sound echoing around the bedroom. When Choso finally cums, it’s so hard that it makes his voice break. There’s so much of it that it leaks out, and he tries to find some composure to steady his movement to make good on his promise of keeping it all in.
Minutes pass as you both find clearance through the heavy fog of lust. Your hands subconsciously seek out his, and he holds you as he collapses gently on top of you. You’re still pulsing around him but did not want to have him leave you just yet. You cup his face in the palm of your hand, kissing the tip of his nose before moving to his right cheek, and then placing another on his jaw.
When your foreheads finally touch, when you both finally take a minute to lose yourself into each other’s gaze there is a new truth that sends a reverberation to your hearts.
A promise of forever that can never be unbroken.
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#choso x reader#choso x female reader#choso x you#choso x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen fan fiction#choso smut
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Quick snippet from a WIP.
John Constantine gets sent by the League to check out some weird reports about skeletons and ghosts in the woods. A wild Nico Di Angelo appears and is a snarky brat who radiates so much death the entire area reeks of it.
AKA I read a DPxDC crossover and though ‘hey. Nico Di Angelo and Constantine would be a fun combination. I want to read about them.’ Then realized no one had written that yet. So. New WIP. Tada.
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Nico hesitantly slipped out of bed. Thankfully, he was still in his old clothes— which meant no one had changed him or anything. Thank gods. He checked to make sure his skull ring and Bianca’s figurine were still on his person.
Nico saw his shoes by the door and he slipped them on. The demigod quietly slipped out of the room to see a hallway with a staircase. He quietly walked down and walked through the various rooms. Nico finally found the front door and started to run towards it… only for a hand to grab his shoulder.
“Really didn’t waste any time there, huh?” John asked.
“Worth a shot.” Nico grumbled, “So is this a confirmation that I’m a prisoner?”
“Not quite.” John smirked, “I swore I wouldn’t tell CPS. Not that I was going to leave you in the woods — that was never an option.”
“So what? You’re going to have someone adopt me or whatever?” Nico crossed his arms as John guided him into the kitchen with a hand still on Nico’s shoulder.
“That was the plan at first.” John admitted as he pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and gestured for Nico to sit.
“And now?” Nico warily took the seat and watched John carefully as the man poured batter into a waffle iron.
John stopped pouring the batter and turned the waffle iron on. He turned to face Nico, “You’re obviously supernatural, but you’re still a kid. Kinda makes it hard for most people to keep you in one place. Plus, without a name or any information on what you are… I can’t do much in through the legal channels.”
“Uh huh. Nice try with the name thing. Not telling you.” Nico leaned back, “You don’t have a plan, then? So you’re keeping me here until you can find one?”
“I didn’t say that.” John rolled his eyes.
“So you got someone you’re going to pawn me off on, then?”
John smirked, “Nah. You’re twelve. six more years before you can go off on your own. Not all that long for you to stick around.”
“What are you…” Nico’s eyes widened, “Seriously?”
“Yep. You’ve been adopted. Congrats. Welcome home.”
“Do you even know anything about kids?” Nico asked skeptically.
“I know kids shouldn’t be living by themselves in the middle of the woods.”
“So you don’t.” Nico facepalmed, “This is going to be a disaster.”
“Probably.” John agreed, “But no one else has the means to keep you in one place.”
“We’ll have to see about that.” Nico said under his breath.
“Is that a challenge?” John teased— apparently having heard.
Yeah, Nico hated this guy.
(But he did make good waffles.)
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Nico waited for John to wash the dishes before he jumped into the nearest shadow. He got ready to shadow travel… only for the couch whose shadow he’d been inside to move. Light spread onto the shadow Nico was still in and the lack of shadow left Nico sitting on the floor. The demigod looked up — disoriented from the sudden light — to see John smirking at him.
“Seriously?” Nico complained.
“Is that how you hid from me in the woods?” John asked, “You just… turned into a shadow?”
Nico flopped himself on the floor, “Pretty much. Should have risked shadow traveling while I had the chance.”
“Huh.” John blinked, “Haven’t heard of that one. What is that?”
Normally, Nico wouldn’t answer that. Shadow travel was his typical means of escape, but it clearly wasn’t going to be much help this time. If Nico was going to escape, he needed something unexpected. Besides, John seemed intent on keeping Nico safe and alive for some annoying reason. His abilities had their drawbacks and while Nico definitely didn’t like it, this guy could wind up being the only one there to help him if the demigod overworked himself.
“Exactly what it sounds like.” Nico sat up, “Hop in one shadow, travel to another. Can be anywhere in the world as long as I know it.”
“Not that I’m glad you didn’t just up and leave, but why exactly did you stick around in the woods?” John asked, confused.
“It takes energy.” Nico huffed, “And I’d recently had to use a lot of skeletons to fight like ten hellhounds and five empousa. I was hoping I could just leave and take a nap.”
“Well, you did get to do that.” John joked.
“Yeah, by getting kidnapped.”
“Come on.” John chuckled as he grabbed Nico’s arms and hoisted him to his feet, “Tour time… oh!“ The magician turned to the ceiling and gestured to the house, “Keep him from leaving or getting into too much trouble, will ya?”
In response, there was a thud. John turned around to see Nico pouting on the floor again and a chair several feet away. The house’s floorboards shifted around and slid the couch back into place as Nico stood up. The infamous Hellblazer laughed.
#fanfic#pjo#pjo series#percy jackon and the olympians#nico di angelo#john constantine#Dcu#fanfiction#crossover#crossover fanfiction#dc x pjo#son of hades#magic#Dc magicians#justice league#justice league dark#out of character talk ( ooc )#but i’m trying#house of mystery
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I just kinda want some comfort rn? Like the slashers just comforting a reader after they couldn't have seen a loved one for one last time and now they blame themselves?
Just need a little comforting,, yknow??
Thanks for requesting. If you’re going through a hard time and need someone to talk to, don’t hesitate to reach out!
Jason Voorhees
Jason knows what it’s like to lose someone you really care about. He was devastated when he lost his mother – the person who would always treat him like a human being, no matter what.
When Jason sees you going through the same grief and self-accusations that he did, he has a great amount of sympathy for you. Still, Jason knows that all feelings will pass, even the ones that feel impossible to overcome. He trusts that if he offers you comfort and a distraction whenever you need it, you’ll eventually begin to get over the tragedy.
He tries to get your mind off your loss by taking you for walks around the lake. He shows you all of the most beautiful spots in the area and hopes that you can find some solace in the serenity of nature. He will be pushy about getting you out and moving even when you don’t feel like doing anything. Jason thinks it’s better to give your body and mind something else to focus on in difficult times.
Jason refuses to leave you alone when you’re grieving. Ordinarily, he would disappear into the woods every now and then and leave you alone in the camp, but when you’re in pain, Jason wants to be close by at all times to ensure that you take care of yourself.
He will offer you physical comfort whenever you need it. You can cry into his chest or lay in his lap while he gently pets your hair. You don’t need to give him a reason for wanting to be close to him – just indicate that you need a comforting embrace and he’s there for you.
When you’re feeling vulnerable, Jason likes to lay down with you snuggled between his huge figure and the back of the couch or the wall. Jason feels that the position conveys his desire to protect you from everything, even from your own difficult emotions.
Bubba Sawyer
Bubba has suffered several losses in his life. While they have had an impact on his life, he hasn’t paid that much attention to what such occasions have made him feel. Bubba is not familiar with long-lasting grief and sadness, so it confuses him when he sees you go through a rough time.
At first, Bubba doesn’t understand why you keep feeling sad for so many days in a row. When he gets sad, it’s a feeling that washes over him quite quickly and passes without that much effort. He feels kind of helpless when his efforts to cheer you up only seem to work for a short while, if at all.
You’ll have to explain the reason of your present mood to Bubba in order for him to grasp the gravity of the situation. Tell him that some events in life are more difficult to get over, and the emotions that go with them are more prolonged. Bubba always wants what’s best for you, so when you actually tell him what you’re going through, he’ll stop trying to cheer you up.
Instead, he focuses on comforting you. Coming up with comforting things to say is not Bubba’s forte, so his approach is more physically active. He wants to do as much for you as he can so that you can spare your energy for healing – he brings you meals, does the laundry, and even tries to wash your teeth for you. He’ll even carry you to the bathroom if you don’t feel like walking.
What Bubba tries to convey by pampering you and attending to you so completely is his desire to also carry your emotional burden for you. He doesn’t know how else to give you his full emotional support, so he gives you all his time and energy instead.
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas doesn’t let losses or other adversities in life affect him. He thinks that succumbing to one’s emotions is foolish because it means that you lose control of your rational self. Thomas has learnt to deal with grief by brushing it aside – if he doesn’t acknowledge it, it doesn’t exist.
When it comes to other people – you, especially – Thomas knows that his avoidance strategy doesn’t necessarily work. He understands that people manage their emotions differently, so he doesn’t force his rationale upon you. Still, Thomas doesn’t want you to allow your grief and guilt to consume you. He tells you that the best way to get over something difficult is by concentrating your energy on something else.
Thomas’ comforting strategy involves pulling you out of bed early and running errands and doing chores with him. He tries to keep you busy throughout the day, even if you don’t want to. He doesn’t believe wallowing will do you any good.
Although he is more inclined to offer you this hands-on approach to deal with your grief, Thomas has the patience of saint when it comes to you. He won’t pressure you to feel better because he knows that that isn’t how grief works. Thomas will look after you on the days that you honestly can’t manage to pull yourself out of bed. He will make sure you eat well even when you’re not hungry and that you take a shower every now and then.
Thomas offers you physical comfort when you need it. If you tend to feel especially poorly in the evening or late at night, he’ll stay up with you. He doesn’t want you to have to face the night alone, and he wants to be awake in case you need to cry or talk, or if you just want to lay quietly in his arms.
Bo Sinclair
Bo doesn’t know how to manage a grieving person, partly because he has a hard time giving a shit about other people and their feelings. He grew up repressing his negative emotions to minimise the risk of a beating, and you showing your emotions openly frustrates and confuses him.
When you talk to Bo about the sorrow and guilt that you’re feeling, his initial reaction is to put you down. He tells you that feeling guilty about something you had no control over is stupid and that you shouldn’t bother yourself with it. In the conversation, Bo can come off as quite insensitive. He’ll ask you if you were even that close to your loved one in the first place and if it had benefitted them at all if had been able to see them.
Bo will calm down eventually and apologises for being an idiot. It’s a learning process for Bo to remember that when you talk to him about serious subjects, he should listen to what you’re telling him. It does neither him nor you any good when he tries to put himself in your place because Bo’s background and coping mechanisms are different from yours. What works for him doesn’t work for you.
When he comforts you, Bo’s primary strategy is to make sure that you feel heard. When you talk to him about your feelings or struggles, Bo wants you to feel that he is actively listening to what you’re saying, although he rarely comes up with anything of substance to reply with. Bo wants you to rely on him when you’re upset, so he tries his hardest to keep himself from berating you for your emotions
#slashers x reader#jason voorhees x reader#bubba sawyer x reader#thomas hewitt x reader#bo sinclair x reader#slasher headcanons#slasher fanfiction
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Ghoulette Appreciation: Week 2
For this week I went with stealing clothes!
Read here or on Ao3
Word Count: 893
Pairing: Mistshine
Summary: Mist reflects on the things she felt during the last Ghoulette Night
Possession.
Jealousy.
Want.
What changed? What made me see her like this?
Mist narrowed their eyes, lost deep in thought.
Surely it was the wine or Mountain’s herbs.
Images of Sunshine’s smile flashed in her mind. Echoes of her laugh and snorts followed. Mist’s stomach churned.
Definitely not.
Curious. Perhaps it’s just a desire to be closer.
The loud buzzer broke them from their contemplation. They grab their basket from the small table and lay it on the floor in front of the dryer and begin to put their clothes away. This was one of her personal little rituals. After every Ghoulette Night Mist would wake and immediately scamper to the laundry room, needing to wash everything that was in that room. The scent of weed always irritated her sensitive water ghoul nose. She hated the way it clung to her clothes.
They always stayed there, watching their clothes spin in the washer and dryer. It was like a little meditation to help them come back into themselves, that and it gave her something else to think about besides the hangover.
Though this morning's quiet didn’t exist. Didn’t come to her. All she could think about is these sudden feelings for Sunshine that decided to make themselves known last night. She knew she was feeling something, but what exactly that something was was eluding her. Was it friendship? A desire for a companion? A mate? Love? Mist couldn’t place it.
It frustrated them. It frustrated them like nothing else to not have a grasp on what they were feeling. They were smart. They were rational and realistic. They didn’t get hung up on emotions. Mist was going to figure this out as soon as possible so she can stop feeling like this. She doesn’t like the churning in her stomach or prickle in her head when she thinks of Sunny. She doesn’t understand it and she doesn’t like it.
It was simple really. Just figure out exactly what she was feeling and then act accordingly. If Mist wanted a companion then she would just make it a point to incorporate a Sunshine visit into her day. If it was the desire for a mate then Mist would tell her so they can be rejected and move on with their life.
It was simple.
So why didn’t it feel simple?
The more Mist thought about it, the stranger she felt.
Perhaps a visit to Ifrit is in order. It has been very long since it was just him and I alone. He may have insight.
Mist may not be able to gather the answers to the riddle her heart is whispering, but Ifrit will. Ifrit always did. His very nature confused and intrigued her all the same. Mist loved him. He was the first ghoul they ever said those words to. He was the ghoul that made them finally feel like they belonged in a pack. He gave Mist light when all she had known was darkness.
If Ifrit couldn’t help her then she was doomed. She briefly considered speaking about it with Omega, but quickly decided that was a bad idea on account of how he skirted around his feelings for Terzo. She may not know what these feelings are but she does know trying to ignore them won’t help a damn thing.
She sighs, shakes her head, and lifts her basket, closing the dryer with a swipe of her tail. She starts to leave with a plan brewing in her mind, a way to approach Ifrit with these things without him getting so excited he burns a hole in the rug. As she goes another buzzer sounds. The other dryer. It had already been going when they arrived in the laundry room, so they had no idea who it belonged to but they got an itch in their fins when the door didn’t immediately open revealing the ghoul. She set her stuff and walked over to the machine. It was still early in the morning, but she knew how annoying it was to come to do laundry and not have an available space.
They open the dryer and pull the clothes out. She begins to carefully fold and sort them for the ghoul when that damned water ghoul nose picks up on a scent. She stops in her tracks, staring down at the shirt in her hands. Their ears twitch for a moment, listening. After a beat of silence they bring the shirt up to their face and inhale deeply. Even though the detergent and fabric soften, Mist can smell Sunshine. It’s faint but that orange and vanilla is there. Unmistakable.
Her stomach swoops and she can feel a blush pricking her cheeks. She quickly folds the rest of the clothing. She had to leave before Sunny showed up to collect her things. They didn’t want to see her until they had a chance to speak with Ifrit.
She picks up her basket and moves for the door, scrunching her nose to get the scent of Sunshine out. Though, when their hand touches the handle they hesitate.
This is ludicrous. Are you a teenage kit?
They squeeze the handle so hard their knuckles turn white. With a huff, she turns back around and grabs the shirt from Sunshine’s pile, stuffing it into her basket. Surely she won’t notice just one missing shirt.
#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#ghost bc#mist ghoulette#mist x sunshine#mistshine#ghoulette appreciation#ghoulette appreciation weeks 2024#the band ghost fic#golfball writes
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Ok. I'm gonna share this one... Kidd and Law is Luffy's older brothers, instead of Ace and Sabo.
In this AU Ace was given to White Beard instead, and he was raised like his adopted son (so, less aggression and daddy issues, I guess). He met Luffy in Alabasta and decided to stick alongside with Straw Hats, repeating the filler episodes in dessert. They got along so well, that he shared his Vivre Card with Luffy in case if he ever needs his help. Sabo was one of Luffy's friends, when he was younger, but then he went missing after the fire at Grey Terminal, and Luffy never knew why. Then he appeared in Dressrosa attempting to gain Ace's Devil Fruit for revolutionary army, and Luffy, who wanted to make sure that his friends Fruit will be given to the right person, allowed him to have it.
Luffy in this AU was mostly alone in his first months with Dadan's clan. He was 7 years old and never had friends his age, so the best thing he came up with is to follow around a bunch of teenage thugs who play pirates.
He loves hanging out around those guys, because they were cool, and pirates, and they had a bear! And the funny hat guy's name is Penguin! And other guy wears cool glasses! And Traffy is always patches him up if he gets hurt trying to chase after them. They like a cool older brother's for him! But Traffy doesn't like when Luffy following them around. And he said that he's allowed to visit them only if he's hurt or needs his toes to be cut off. Luckily for Luffy, there's a guy who's beats him almost all the time.
Kidd is 11 years old. He's a kid who's been sold to Bluejam Pirates because his parents were poor and couldn't handle him. Luffy know he's just misses his home, that why he's always so wild and aggressive. Kidd's also love fixing and building stuff on the Grey Terminal, but last time Luffy got caught on spying him, he got beat up really bad. Many people at GT or Dadan's clan members talks about him as a little monster, who's too violent for this world. Many are afraid of him, some are angry, some are pitying him, but Luffy are actually amused by his strength. Even if Kidd causes trouble to everyone, even his crewmates, he's strong and cool. He builds cool stuff and actually pretty great at it. But perhaps he have some self-esteem issues? He often sees danger in people and their words. Just who did this to him?
Law is 15 years old. He's a pirate. And these three guys are his crew. They call themselves Heart Pirates, but currently they don't have any boat. They've had to set sail from their home to hide from the bad man and almost shipwrecked on the Dawn Island. Law never talked about this bad man, and no one, even his crew, never asked him about it either. He's a doctor. A beginner, to be right. He usually goes to GT to practice his medical skills, luckily there's a lot of wounded there. He also takes care of Luffy, because Dadan literally said "Well, he choosed you. Do whatever you want with him, just don't kill him" when he brought him to her the first time. He usually visits Dadan clan when Luffy receives pretty bad injuries and require bed rest. We all know that Luffy just can't lay in bed all day, right? Everyone is cherishing Law, because he acts like a golden child, when he stays at their place for some time: he and his crew wash the dishes, clean the house, take care of wounded and also help bring food. Dadan just ready to switch children up to this point. He and his crew also have troubles with Bluejam Pirates, mostly because Kidd have troubles with them. The battle between the Heart Pirates and Kidd's band sometimes resembles a bloody war rather than childish fight, especially when Kidd is only one standing and just can't give up no matter how hard he gets injured. HP are usually leave his little band patched up and without some of their body part as a threat (Kidd always retrieved them with fight, while the other kids were simply asking nicely or doing errands for HP as a payment).
One day they gonna become best friends and then brothers, that compete against one goal - to become King of the Pirates.
Can you imagine the scene in Shakky's Rip-off bar where she explained to them about Supernova's and especially emphasized on Law and Kidd, because they're the most dangerous out of them. And Luffy just goes "Yeah, I know, they're my big brothers!" leaving everyone shocked as hell. Two of the most dangerous guys in The Worst Generation... And they're Luffy's brothers. Why no one is surprised?
#one piece#trafalgar law#monkey d. luffy#eustass kid#one piece au#i'm suck at writing english text if it's not talking or screaming
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Hi, I hope you like this one. I love the Holland Family so much. I did this one so that you were dating Tom, but if I should do it with another brother let me know. 💞😘
Meet the Fam
Tom Holland x reader
SFW
Warnings: None (I think)
You were nervous as you got into the car, waiting for Tom. Today was the day. You were meeting his family for the first time. Of course, you had met them before at premieres and events, but you only had a little conversation before you had to go do some interviews. Besides that was before you were dating. Tom got in the driver's seat. "Nervous?", he asked, taking your hand. "Yes.", you replied,"Very" "Don't worry. They will love you. Anyways you had already met Harry" "And? What about everyone else? ", you asked. "Hey, look at me.", he softly instructed. You did what he wanted. "They will love you and even if they don't, it won't change how much I love you! Ok?" "Ok.", you answered,"I love you" "Love you too"
After about half an hours drive, you finally pulled up on the drive. You felt like throwing up, a hundred different scenarios running through your head as you got out of the car. "You ready?", Tom asked. "Yeah", you answered, even though you felt the exact opposite. He took your hand and kissed your forehead before ringing the bell.
Nikki answered the door. "Hi. It's so nice to meet you. Tom has told me so much about you.", she said. "Thank you. It's so nice to meet you too.", you replied. "Come in. Can I just say, you look stunning.", she said as she lead you into the hall. You blushed at the compliment. "It good to see you again too mum.", Tom said jokingly. You both laughed at this. "Hi, sweetheart", she said as she pulled him in for a hug. Suddenly Dom appeared. "Hi Y/N, it's nice to see you in person for once" You laughed at this. "I could say the same", you replied. "Where are the boys?", Tom asked, wondering why they didn't come running to introduce themselves. "They are out playing golf. They weren't supposed to be this late, but they should be here soon.", Dom answered. "What! Golfing without me!", Tom said, acting annoyed. You laughed at this. "Anyways come into the living room", Nikki said,"Y/N would you like some tea?" "Yes, please", you answered as entered the pretty room.
Tom and you sat down on one sofa, Dom on the other. You started some small talk and Nikki brought in the tea. Suddenly a lot of noise was heard, coming from the hall. "Boys, leave your clubs outside", Dom shouted as he got up to make sure they have done that. They came in one by one. "Hey, boys!", Tom said,"this is Y/N" "It's nice to see you again.", Harry said,"This is Sam" "Hi!" "And I'm Paddy", Paddy added, eager to get a word in. "And you already know Harrison", Tom said. "It's nice to meet you all. How was golf?", you replied. "Yeah. Who won?", Tom wanted to know. "I did.", said Harrison.
"Lunch!", Nikki suddenly called from the kitchen. Tom took your hand and lead you into the dining room. Over lunch, you told them lots about yourself and they told you lots in return. You laughed a lot and they made you feel at ease.
When everyone was finished, you offered to help wash dishes but Nikki refused. So instead you, Tom, Harry, Sam and Paddy played the game of life. It took a really long time, because everyone had so much fun messing around, but no one cared. You were entertained every minute, they loved you just as Tom said and it made him proud, that you got along with your his family so well.
You stayed the whole day, before Tom finally said: "Well, I think we better go." "Yes. It was so nice to see you all", you added, seeing how he wanted to go. You and Tom stood up, giving hugs and saying goodbyes. That took a while, but you finally left with about half of the leftovers from lunch.
"See I told you.", Tom said when you were in the car. "I guess, you were right. Your family are really nice.", you replied. "Yes, and they loved you.", he added as he started the car. "Hmm", you said before taking his free hand. After about ten minutes, you fell asleep. Tom smiled. "God, I love you.", he said softly and gave you a kiss on your forehead.
I hope you like it! 💕I know I said I wanted to post Stole my heart Part 3 today, but I couldn't find the time to. It is summer holidays in Germany at the moment, so it's a bit harder to plan out the time. 🧡🧡🧡 I will try to get my shit together soon.
See you soon ♥️
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#fanfic#fanfiction#tom holland x you#tom holland x reader#tom holland fluff#tom holland#Holland Family#paddy holland#sam holland#harry holland#Dominic Holland#nikki holland
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I have maybe a pinch of hope left...
Cause like, I have sooooo much to give. And it seems like everyone wants a piece of it, but nobody wants to give anything back. They want me to be dirty, as long as I can wash myself clean again of course (my goodness). They love how quirky I am! Until I need to tone it down, oh my gosh it's mortifying. Why would I wear that in public, say that out loud? I'm going to walk away from you if you do that, I swear to god don't embarrass me. I have strong values and morals; unless we disagree. Then I become stubborn and unpleasant while I defend my opinion and you drown out my voice with your cynicism and ego. I can't even talk about what's bothering me, it's a personal attack on them exclusively. Lord have mercy it is actually about them, because suddenly they do nothing right and nothing is ever good enough for me and they just can't lose me, they can't!
Honestly, I'm also tired of playing into the thought of basic decency being my reward? I'm not your good girl. I'm not a dog. You aren't a dom, and I'm not a sub. I don't owe you that privilege just because you saw me naked and you put your hand on my throat while you fucked me. You don't know the first thing about BDSM, and you can't even tell me the definition of a kink. So why do you think this is a turn based game instead of a bonding exercise around consent? Don't touch me.
The thing is, I want to let someone in. I want to express deep and passionate love. But I am constantly misguided. I am lead to believe these men tell the truth, and then once I get comfortable in their embrace and I feel safe they constrict me like a snake until I stop breathing. My heart is treated like a possession, not a delicate gift. I'm a conquest in some sick subjugation, not a prize to be displayed and discussed and proud of. I'm a very fun toy to have, but I'm like a sports car - but they can't use me everyday, that's why they have their family car and I'm in the garage; they can only take my out when its convenient or they're feeling nostalgic or frisky. All I was asking for is maybe some recognition? A little appreciation, some attention? Maybe give me half as much thought as you did to your Baldur's Gate 3 character.
Or, I suddenly turn into their mother and I get to experience all the Freudian bullshit that they packed in their bags and dragged around with them from house to house. I must be able to teach them all the things their lacking, right? I mean, after all I'm raising 4 kids successfully on my own and maintaining a house and budget without help and I do all these wonderful things like cook and clean and make art and I can still love so freely. Wow! I'm a goddess. I'm so special, unique, incredible, astounding...So, that's something that I can share obviously. It must be a secret, a technique I've perfected through all the trauma and opportunities life has given me. If I could only support them a bit...emotionally, spiritually, financially, sexually, physically, mentally...teach them how to take care of themselves since they never bothered to learn. Then I could make them a good partner. For me, of course!
...But I have to make sure I share their interests because mine are a bit boring, they don't get it it's too much information to follow, this cartoon is kind of childish don't you think, what is this a romance, I don't really understand old horror movies they're so badly made...but hey, have you seen the entire Marvel collection? Don't worry, I'll make sure to ask you questions on everything you do like that coincides with my interests to make sure you're telling the truth. Oh wait, make sure that I don't go out without them too much, they'll feel lonely. Why is my phone going off so much? I'm so paranoid about shutting my laptop when I'm done, omg can I stop doing that why don't I leave it open. Hey, they're out of body wash and shampoo btw. Ah, shoot, can I help them clean up because they're just so tired. Can I cover this bill, order this food, get these drinks cause they ran out of money? We haven't gone out in a while...oh it's because I'm not paying or planning for it anymore and the last time you did anything was March? What the fuck do you mean you don't vote? What the fuck do you mean you think feminists are annoying? What the fuck do you mean I emasculate you, I wasn't even talking to you, I was talking to my son about doing his homework or else he would end up living in his friends apartment sleeping on a mattress on the floor with no sheets and his winter coat on cause they couldn't afford the gas bill working a dead end job at a fast food place cause he has no skills...but if the fucking shoe fits, my guy. 🙄
#feminine rage#female insanity#female rage#rage#trust issues#apathy#anger#love#love language#i give up#leave me alone#better on my own#scream#scream into the void#break up#breakups#moving on#letting go#bye#shut up#ughhhh#ok bye#why#again#why are men like this#id rather be single
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