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bakuliwrites · 10 months

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Nanami Kento x Reader- Birthday Headcanons

A little assortment of birthday headcanons for our beloved ex-salaryman❤️ Happy Birthday, sweet love ❤️ 18+, MINORS DNI. This gets just a teensy bit spicy towards the end.

Nanami's ideal birthday: a quiet day, no work. He gets to wake-up when he wants to, go about his day as leisurely as he wants to, with you by his side ❤️

A stop at his favorite bakery in the morning, picking up pastries and coffee to either take home and share in your sunlit kitchen, or to enjoy if the weather permits at a nearby park.

The two of you share lunch at a cafe he's been wanting to try, but hasn't gotten the chance to yet. It's as delicious as he's been hoping it would be. You insist on paying, but have to secretly slip your card/money to the waiter when Kento isn't looking, because he'll no doubt try to pay anyway. He thanks you profusely, and you can't help but notice the light blush blooming on his angular cheeks.

You tell him that the rest of the day is entirely up to him! With so much freedom, Kento is almost overwhelmed. There's so many options, yet his mind goes blank as soon as he tries to think of something to do.

He opts to take you to a museum he's been meaning to check-out for a while. There's a temporary exhibit on the history of gastronomy in Japan that he wants to check out before it moves on. He looks so concentrated with his furrowed brow and mouth set as he examines all the exhibits and carefully reads every plaque. But when he catches you staring at him, his smile is unmatched, bright like the early-July sun.

After the exhibit, the two of you take a leisurely stroll back home, enjoying the evening breeze and the sunset fading into hues of pink, orange, and purple. Kento presses featherlight kisses to your lips, cheeks, forehead. Anywhere he can when you both pause to admire the setting sun.

If you cook, you have a whole meal planned out for him at home and get straight to work as soon as you arrive. He insists on helping, which inevitably leads to a mid-cook make-out session against the kitchen countertops and dancing around the kitchen to some slow R&B.

If you don't cook, you've already made reservations for Nanami's favorite restaurant! Though he's got expensive taste, his favorite restaurant is actually a tiny hole-in-the-wall with the best damn beef rendang you've ever had. His dry wit makes an appearance, and your sides hurt from laughter by the time the two of you are done with dinner. It's been a long time since you've seen Kento smile and laugh like this, and it fills your being with warmth.

Afterwards, you surprise Kento with your gift to him. Good gift options for him include: cookbooks or baking recipes, a bread maker or other bread making necessities, a personalized apron, surprise tickets to Malaysia.

As the evening winds to a close and the stars begin to dot the sky, you and Kento steal away into your shared bedroom. You've bought new lingerie just for this occasion: a set you'd been eyeing that Kento seemed to be thrilled by ("I think you'd look lovely in that one," he had commented in passing, but you could see the tips of his ears turning bright red. You ordered it as soon as he was out of sight).

You push Kento back onto the bed, letting him lay back against the pillows, an impish smile on your face. Your eyes glint mischievously in the flickering candlelight as you tell him that it's time for him to relax. You'll do all the work tonight.

Your shared room is filled with Nanami's husky grunts and quiet proclamations of his love for you. You make sure to give him a good shoulder and back massage to relieve his stress, among your other stress-relieving ministrations that night ❤️

You hold him close as the two of you drift off to sleep. "Thank you for a wonderful birthday," Kento breathes, his voice crackly with exhaustion. He presses one more deep, lingering kiss to your lips, just to let you know that this was probably the best birthday he's ever had ❤️

Bonus: Kento isn't much of a surprise party person, but Yuji might insist upon throwing one. In which case, if it's Itadori that is insistent upon one, Nanami might make an exception. He'll act all crotchety and grumpy about it, but everybody knows that, deep down, he's appreciative. Gojo will try to take him out for karaoke, Nanami will refuse.

#nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #kento nanami #nanami x reader #slight spice #jjk headcanons #dani writes #my writing #happy birthday sweet love #❤️#nanami love and light of my life

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steflionheart · 11 months

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Fandom: Honkai Star Rail

Pairing: Sampo x Gepard

Wordcount: 2.520

tags: AU - canon divergent; Gepard chasing Sampo; Sampo being a smug fxxker; very slightly spicy (nothing graphic or anything, no actual mentions of nsfw, just some light hinting); Gepard actually being into it; Sampo being the sassy dude he is

“Stop right there, Sampo Koski! Running is futile, I will arrest you!” Sampo’s pursuer called, just a few steps behind and hot on his heels.

The blue-haired man chuckled low to himself at the fact that it was yet to be decided who would catch whom as he took the next turn leading into another abandoned alley.

He could do this for hours; walking around in circles, leading whoever was chasing after him into the darkest corners of the underground, or finding a hideout and simply waiting there until they gave up on trying to find him. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done that and certainly not be the last.

And he’s been running in circles for who knows how long that day already while fooling his pursuer into thinking he actually had a chance to eventually get him. But even Sampo Koski’s patience was bound to reach its limit sooner or later, so he decided it was about time he finally lured his prey straight into his trap.

Knowing the streets of Belobog’s Underground better than anyone else, he took yet another turn, this time purposefully stepping straight into a dead-end.

“Oh nooo! What to do now? I’m trapped!” Sampo called over his shoulder in an overly dramatic manner, “What an unlucky fella I am…”

He said it loud enough for his persecutor to hear him but not too loud to give their position away to the other guards. Sampo was sure that none of them would be able to find their way here anytime soon in the first place but that was exactly what he’d aimed for from the beginning.

He didn’t need anyone interrupting them now.

Sampo slowed down, taking the last few steps toward the end of the alley. He came to a stop in front of some abandoned, old, and dusty wooden boxes that were scattered there in front of the tall stonewall. They’ve been looted before, considering that some of them were open, the tops mindlessly thrown aside and others simply cracked open to access their content.

A short moment later, his scheme played out just as planned.

“Stay right where you are and don’t you dare move a single finger, Koski!” Gepard Landau called, loud and firmly, voice booming across the narrow street. “You can’t escape anymore.”

Sampo grimaced before taking a deep-drawn sigh and slowly turning around, wearing one of his trademark lopsided smirks on his lips the moment his eyes fell on the blonde.

“No need to shout, Cap. I heard you just fine,” Sampo answered as he lifted his hands in feigned defeat. “Seems like you finally got me, huh?”

The Captain of the Silvermane Guards took two careful steps forward and Sampo waited for another few moments, letting the Captain believe just for a bit longer that he was actually cooperating. But Sampo had never planned to do that, so soon enough he narrowed his eyes, gaze turning predatory as he slowly let his arms down again.

Instead of staying put, the Mercenary was now slowly approaching Gepard. His lips stretched into a mischievous smile as he watched Gepard’s eyes widen with realization and a spark of anger flashing in them.

“Don’t move!” the Captain called.

Sampo didn’t bat an eye at the command, rather taking another few steps closer to his target.

“I said. Don’t. Move!”

A low chuckle escaped Sampo.

“Aw, or what?”

The Mercenary kept moving, only stopping right in front of Gepard, and staring at him with an amused glint in his emerald eyes. The Captain was frozen to the spot and his heart must’ve been racing, considering that he was breathing heavily through his nose while trying to hold Sampo’s gaze.

“Will you handcuff me?” Sampo asked, voice low and provocative.

He wanted to see how fast he could get the Captain of the Silvermane Guards, Gepard Landau, to let his guard down and how much Sampo could get under his skin. Considering that the Captain had been on Sampo’s mind almost every day those past weeks— it was only fair, one would assume.

It wasn’t out of fear that Gepard could eventually catch him and lock him up but for several other reasons. Reasons, which would certainly make Gepard get all flustered and tongue-tied if Sampo told him about.

“Will you punish me for being a bad boy, my dear Captain?” Sampo asked again as he took a step to the side and slowly started to circle the blonde while keeping his eyes locked on him.

Sampo studied every emotion flitting across the Captain’s face, watched a single bead of sweat running down his cheek, and was captured by the way his Adam’s Apple bobbed slightly as Gepard swallowed under the pressure of being observed so closely.

And Sampo wanted to do more than just watch, fingers itching to touch, tease, and simply do whatever indecent thought was crossing his mind right at that moment. Being this close to the sole reason for many of Sampo’s sleepless nights and being able to smell his heady scent— it was hard to resist. But Sampo also knew he needed to go slow about this and ought not to make any rash decisions.

But a little teasing never hurt anybody, right?

Sampo leaned in close, nose almost brushing the flushed skin at the back of Gepard’s neck as he continued.

“Would you enjoy doing all those things to me?”

The Mercenary lowered his voice even more, barely above a whisper as he breathed. “Or would you enjoy it more if I did that to you instead…?”

Gepard visibly shivered, his adorably flushed skin puckering and Sampo had to bite down hard on his lower lip to keep himself from simply latching onto the Captain’s neck right then and there. Instead, he let his hand wander to the small of Gepard’s back, gently brushing over it as he tensed. Sampo then finished his round and came to a stop in front of the blonde again, keeping his hands to himself with a satisfied smile on his lips.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” Gepard asked and Sampo swallowed hard at how unbelievably enticing the sight of a flustered Gepard was. His flushed cheeks, the frustrated look on his face, and the way his eyes were dancing around as he tried his hardest to hold Sampo’s gaze but ended up being too shy to do so— everything combined was almost too much for the Mercenary.

“I’m going to arrest you, so don’t get ahead of yourself,” Gepard eventually said, voice low and less convincing than before.

Sampo chuckled low.

“You sure about that, Cap?”

“What do you mean?” Gepard asked, brows knitting in confusion.

What Gepard hadn't noticed until now was that Sampo, while walking around him, had taken advantage of the situation and snatched the handcuffs from Gepard’s belt.

Sampo once again leaned in close, so close their noses almost touched. And at first, Gepard flinched hard, backing away an inch or two but just a moment later he visibly steeled himself and stood his ground, trying not to show any weakness.

Which played right into Sampo’s hands.

“I mean that I am the one who actually caught you…” Sampo whispered as the soft click of the handcuffs locking echoed through the quiet alley.

That was the moment Gepard’s eyes grew comically wide in realization as his face went slack and his mouth fell open in surprise. A moment passed, then another until Gepard blinked a few times, mouth moving in an attempt to form a coherent sentence but it just didn’t work. He tried to retreat, taking two steps backward but in the blink of an eye, Sampo grabbed him by the handcuffs and pulled him back closely.

“Nuh-uh, no running away now…” Sampo warned.

Their chests touched and even through the thick fabric of both their clothes, Sampo could feel the Captain’s heartbeat hammering in sync with his own.

Sampo’s eyes turned dark with burning desire as he uttered his next words.

“I gotta admit that at one point I started to enjoy our little cat-and-mouse games because you are quite the fascinating fella. I’d love to break through that stoic and upright facade of yours someday to see what you hide behind all that. But not today and not here, my dear Gepard…”

Sampo pulled back slightly, just to satisfy the urge to see a flustered Gepard once more but the moment his gaze fell on the blonde’s face, he was completely mesmerized.

A dark crimson had settled high on the Captain’s cheekbones, accentuating the brilliant blue of his sapphire eyes, and making them shine brighter than Sampo had ever noticed before.

But that wasn’t everything that had captivated him; he was taken aback at the glint of something dark and wicked hiding in them, a secret waiting to be found out, an ardent longing wanting to be released as Gepard stared straight at him, brows knitted in frustration.

Sampo was concentrating hard, trying to find out if his mind was trying to play a dirty trick on him or if what he’d just witnessed was actually real. He decided to go for the latter as a lopsided smile spread on his lips and he stated.

“Or maybe you’re already enjoying all of this more than I’d expected from you…”

Sampo closed the distance between them, grabbing Gepard’s chin between the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and pulled him in.

Their lips almost touching, Sampo breathed.

“I hope you don’t mind…”

Gently pressing his mouth on Gepard’s for a soft peck, Sampo felt him tense underneath the touch, body turning rigid against his own for a moment. The Mercenary was sure that Gepard would soon enough start a fuss and find a way to free himself of the handcuffs. Sampo was also sure that he was about to catch one of the blonde’s relentless fists any second now.

After another agonizingly long moment, Gepard suddenly relaxed, slightly pressing forward and—

Sampo needed a second longer to realize that Gepard was actually reciprocating the kiss.

It felt like a stroke of lightning had struck him, surging through his whole body, and setting every single nerve alight with a sizzling feeling that finally settled, pooling low in his gut. Sampo willingly took the invitation, angling his head, and slotting their lips together like fitting puzzle pieces and hands wandering, cupping the Captain’s face in both of them.

But before he could get any further or enjoy this moment a bit longer, he heard the stomping of heavy boots and guards calling Gepard’s name coming closer and closer.

Sampo reluctantly retreated as he heard them yell in the alley right beside them. He knew they would find them in less than a minute, so he had to act fast. Groaning, he pulled back completely from a still very much spaced-out Gepard while fumbling for a smoke grenade in one of his back pockets to prepare his escape.

Sampo couldn’t suppress the soft chuckle that escaped him as he focused back on Gepard, who was slowly coming back to his senses and flushed a crimson red the moment realization hit him hard. The Mercenary closed the distance between them, pressing their bodies together as he uttered a last warning into the small space between them.

“You better cover your sweet little mouth now or the smoke will cause a nasty coughing fit. And I wouldn’t want that to happen to you, my dear Captain Gepard.”

He watched with an amused smirk on his lips as Gepard’s eyes grew wide and followed the grenade Sampo threw over his head. It landed a few feet away behind the blonde and continued to roll a bit further until it stopped right at the feet of one of the guards who had just stepped around the corner.

Sampo placed a quick peck at the corner of Gepard’s mouth before he unlocked the handcuffs and freed his hands. Taking step after step backward, he blew the Captain of the Silvermane Guards one last kiss as the grenade went off and thick white smoke started to fill the alley. The Mercenary winked, then turned around, and climbed up the wooden boxes in a fluid motion before swinging himself over the sturdy stonewall.

The guards were coughing violently as Sampo landed smoothly on the other side of the wall in yet another abandoned alley. He paused for a brief moment and took a deep breath, heart and mind still racing as he recalled the latest events.

Sampo was still very much surprised and would’ve never thought that a simple kiss could break so easily through Gepard’s defenses and that he would willingly let him in. It was exciting, exhilarating even and Sampo wondered how far he could’ve gone if they hadn’t been interrupted. The possibilities were endless and thinking about them sent an electrifying shiver down his spine, fueling his darkest desires, and granting him some of the wildest fantasies.

He groaned and dragged one of his hands over his face in desperation as a wicked smile spread on his face. Just a moment later he heard a guard shout his name behind the stonewall he’d just climbed over.

“Sampo Koski!”

He didn’t hesitate for another moment, not wanting to risk getting caught after all as he took off and disappeared into the maze of Belobog’s Underground alleys.

Meanwhile, the Captain of the Silvermane Guards, Gepard Landau, was still unable to move a single muscle, blood rushing in his ears and heart hammering wildly in his ribcage as he dragged a single finger over his lips. They were still tingling from the touch of someone else’s lips.

Chapped lips, though skillful and luscious.

Lips that had him captivated.

Sampo Koski’s lips.

Gepard was so lost in his mind, reliving every second of what had just happened, that he didn’t notice the smoke engulfing him until the sharp sting of it burned in his throat. He hiccuped as it became hard to breathe and immediately covered his mouth with both hands. The Captain coughed a few times until he managed to calm down again and was able to somewhat breathe normally.

He needed another moment before he eventually shook off the thought of Sampo and what had just happened between them, straightening his back, and bellowing orders.

“Koski escaped! Scatter ‘round and find him, we can’t let that happen again! And cover your mouth and nose while searching in this area until the smoke has dissipated.”

Gepard himself then moved to leave the dead-end he was still standing in but stopped after a few steps. He turned around and looked back at the wall Sampo had disappeared behind, just a few minutes before.

A thought crossed his mind, one so indecent, he tried to shake it off as fast as it came up. But it didn’t keep his face from erupting into a crimson shade of red as he grimaced and sighed miserably.

Eventually, he stomped off, determined to catch the obnoxious and sassy Mercenary sooner rather than later.

#sampard #sampo x gepard #sampo #sampo koski #gepard #gepard landau #honkai star rail #honkai star rail fic #fanfic writing #slight spice #I just love their dynamics #and also love me some gepard secretly but not so secretly into sampo #me loves them #steflionheart #steflionheartwrites

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lilblueprint · 2 years

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Lavender Haze

All they keep asking me

Is if you’re gonna be my bride

The only kinda girl they see

Is a one-night or a wife

Jason is back from the dead and you’re back on his arm. The press have questions.

Mentions of nsfw

“Baby… come back to bed,” you groan, massaging your shoulder. A whine escapes your lips when your fingers find an especially sore spot, a small divot that Jason left behind.

“Comin’,” he calls back, chuckling under his breath at your petulant noises.

“Come faster,” you mumble, and as if on cue, Jason steps back into the bedroom, a pretty picture to behold.

Your eyes beckon him, drawing him back into your embrace. He crawls on his knees like a sinner, dragging across cotton sheets to return to you. You welcome him with a kiss, sparing no inch of his skin as you spread love on his face.

“Miss me that much, sweetheart?”

The next kiss shuts him up, you felt inexplicably needy tonight and he was so close.

He was home.

The next day, you and Jason are out in Gotham for the first time in weeks. As much as you enjoy being his pillow princess, you’re also tired of being cooped up. So with you on his arm, Jason navigates the streets of the old city. It’s such a strange feeling, concrete earth beneath his feet instead of bottomless sky. The wind doesn’t rush past his body, it only ripples with the presence of busy Gothamites swirling through the cityscape.

Even the air smells different on the ground, a chaotic concoction of coffee, iron and mixed fragrances. It’s dizzying, and he’s glad to be anchored to you. Unfortunately, your intoxicating spirit only emphasizes his distance from reality. His senses don’t catch the industrial eyes snapping silently in your direction, capturing the link between him and you.

When the two of you return home, you promptly fall onto the couch–and into his arms. Naturally curling into his larger form, you press your cheek to his chest and breathe, soft and steadying.

The tv comes to life under his fingertip, and he’s just about to return your little displays of affection when the bright headlines catch his eye.

But it’s not just the words flashing across the screen–it’s the picture of you, eyes smiling up at him and hand on his arm.

His silence brings your attention to the shot as well, a disbelieving scoff emitting from you as you take in the situation.

Could This Be Spelling Another Marriage For The Waynes?

Against his will, Jason finds himself at Wayne manor for Friday night dinner. You’re seated on his right and Bruce is across from the both of you, slowly cutting into his steak. He can’t help but feel scrutinized under the detective’s gaze, seeds of defiance squirming under his skin. You seem to be unfazed, or maybe you’re just ignoring the Bat-stare that drills into Jason’s head.

“So,” Bruce puts down his utensils first. “I take it the–ahem–news isn’t true?”

“Of course not,” Jason scoffs. “We’ve barely been back together three months and it just had to be dry season for the nosy twerps over at Gotham Gazette.”

“I see.”

You’ve said nothing, but he can see your abandoned fork out the corner of his eye.

“If I may.”

And here you go.

“Jason and I… we didn’t mean to come out to you like this.” You search Bruce’s eyes for understanding, and you must see something in his impermeable stare, because you continue, unwavering. “I’m sorry if you’re disappointed. What I’m not sorry for is the paparazzi putting words in our mouths when we’ve never even given an interview. I mean, this whole story is ridiculous.”

Jason silently agrees, hoping that Bruce is sensible tonight and sees the merit in your judgement.

“Well, he did it.”

Jason watches your bleary eyes flutter at him in confusion. Turning down the brightness on his phone, he brushes his lips across your lashes.

“The article’s been resolved. B put in a counterstatement after dinner yesterday.”

“Good,” you yawn. “Can we go back to sleep now?”

“Mhm,” he murmurs back. But even as his head settles back onto the pillow, he’s not ready to part with the subject quite yet. “Hey, you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You ask, sounding a bit more awake now.

“I don’t know. That was the first real time I’ve made headlines, and it was… weird.”

“Weird how?”

“Just made me uncomfortable, you know? ‘S been quiet since I came back. Guess I just thought we could lay low and still be connected to all this Wayne heir shit.”

You roll to face him, grabbing the sheets to prevent them from pinning under you.

“Jason.”

“Yeah?”

“Let them talk.”

He sighs and nudges your forehead with his own.

“I should.”

“Mhm,” you reply. “Just ignore them, love. If they bother you so much, just focus on me. On us.” When he still seems uncertain, you nip his lower lip.

“Ow,” he complains, although his eyes shine at you through the hazy darkness.

“Jason Todd. Do you know what I did before dinner yesterday?”

“Me?”

You glare and he smirks.

“Other than that,” you admonish. “I read the article.”

The corners of his mouth return to degrees of concern.

“And?” He knows you know he’s read it too. How could he not?

“I think they’re just bored, archaic gossips. Sure, we both know they’re wrong. But I want to tell you that I don’t care what they think. And neither should you.”

It feels like a dismissal on your part, and the theory itches at his brain. He doesn’t let it continue.

“I’m perfectly happy where we are. If you felt pressure to… I don’t know. Make this into something more, just because of some paparazzi, you shouldn’t. I trust where we’re at right now. Do you?”

He releases one last breath. This time, you feel the relieved warmth of it graze the bridge of your nose.

“Yeah. I do.”

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #fluff #hurt/comfort #dc #slight spice

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ninebaalart · 6 months

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Illusen

its really funny that the neopets wiki doesn't mention the theory that her and jhudorah were lovers cuz neopets is not a dating website

#neopets #illusen #neoart #art #fanart #slight spice

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invisiblequeen · 3 months

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Noe Bodi Gameplay: Day 22, Part 2

As the sun went down and the nightlights went on, Noemy (@beebeesiims) was feeling more alive than usual. She ordered herself some delicious street food and got to mingling with the other festival-goers.

First up was our Himbo, THUNDER! (@occultradio) They got along pretty well, chatting at the table while Noemy finished refueling with food.

And if you're wondering who Wolfgang Wilder is taking pictures of, it was this base game townie whose name I can't be bothered to remember. (the one in the yellow shirt). Also, I tried to introduce Noemy to Jeremiah (@seulvgi) at one point, but he left the premises before I could even do it. Don't worry, he comes back later. 🙃

Next, in quick succession, she rubbed shoulders with Himbo Ivey (@saruin), whose crop top was POPPIN', Maike (@fl0pera) who was lowkey on the lookout for a rumored monster in the area but didn't tell anyone, and Himbo Claudio (@plumbewb FREE THE HOMIE), whose eyes were definitely just on Noemy's face, yessir, not a single inch further down at all. 👀

At one point, Noemy met back up with Kash (@saruin) to take a hit of that hookah.

The way their eyes went bloodshot instantly still makes me laugh. Some good shit obviously.

So now, on this new high, Noemy was even more fascinated by the fireworks someone set off in the middle of the space!

But guess who was instead fascinated with her?

Oh, Khalil (@fl0pera). They caught eyes over the sparks and introduced themselves once everything died down.

Be careful, Noemy, he's a menace, too!

(in the back of that first picture is Donna (@elysiantrait) who also mysteriously left before I could introduce her to Noemy. Well, you can't get em all in one night. But what is that damn mermaid townie glaring at Noemy for?? You mad cause she fine?)

And then Kleo (@lotusplum) passed through the festivities, clearly on her way somewhere else, but she stopped to smile at Noemy's faded "HEY GIRL I LOVE YOUR BRAIDS" comment.

Hell, even Luco (@tr-angyo) came out of hiding for a hot minute and got to chat with her for a while! Glad he wasn't thirsty.

So while Noemy and Kash didn't do anything related to the Pranksters vs Jokesters Event, and the Jokesters eventually did win (as evidenced by the yellow fireworks below), they gained something much more valuable: connections.

Noemy in particular had a thought: Maybe these are my people. Maybe they've been waiting for me.

When the festival finally ended and everything slowly disappeared as they do in the game, She noticed a barely-started ground mural, and had the random but bright idea to finish it herself. For the rest of the night.

She was on such a roll that I didn't have the heart to send her home, so I let her graffiti spray all night long.

But while this exciting development was occurring outside...something rather traumatizing was happening INSIDE the Arts Center...

Why they were doing that, I'll never know. I don't even know when Noe Bodi showed up! She was NOWHERE near the festival!

And that's not all! They were doing this on the top floor, right on the bench behind a WHOLE NOTHER SIM!

"Poor Jeremiah" was my initial reaction. I thought he was purposefully averting his eyes while standing so still because he didn't know what else to do, and I was going to force this tryst to cease at once!

Little did I know, something even crazier was about to happen...

WHAT THE FUCK--

I could take NO SFW screenshots of this without getting this post banned, so this post-sex glow is all I've got.

(smug little shit)

Well at least they all seem to get along, I guess...

And that's the end of that day 😳

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#sims 4 #the sims 4 #sims4 #simblr #n0bodysims #other people's sims #n0bodygameplays #noe bodi gameplay #good lord #sfw spice #slight spice #a HINT of spice #I can't believe this #what kind of voyeuristic “anytime anyplace” fantasy were they fulfilling here??#at the ARTS CENTER??#What's so hot about the Arts Center??#have some shame!#sims 4 gameplay

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ikeromantic · 1 year

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Hii! I don't know if you can write this request or not but I would like to request for ikepri maybe clavis/ ikerev Kyle/ ikesen yuki / ikevamp who idk(?) (you can choose whoever you want that you think suit for this request). I don't know how to elaborate it but it's kind of like yk when a guy friends thought you were someone who just don't like women/ the type that will not sleep with the same women but then they saw a woman got out of your room maybe disheveled and they're low-key shocked,, that's the type of requests I would like for you to do lol (but you can change it the scenario if you want). They tried to investigate your movements with the mc and what's your relationship with her and all they heard after was a moan, scream and slashing sounds. Oop maybe it's too.. They all thought they heard wrong but it happens again and one day they saw them coddle each other in the kitchen, so touchy and kissy too until they saw the suitors hand goes down and they scream. That's all I've got lol. A little smut maybe if you wrote it. Depends on you my love ≧ω≦

I hope you don't mind, I went with IkeRev's Kyle on this one. I don't get too many asks for Ikemen Revolution and I do so love those characters. Here's Approx. 1100 words on Kyle and Alice in an unexpected tryst. Mostly fluff!

Edgar made his way through the halls of the Red Army headquarters with a jaunty step. His intentionally discordant whistling stopped as he passed the infirmary. Not out of concern that he might annoy some sick patient - no. Rather because he heard the most unexpected sound. A soft, feminine moan.

The sound might have been for pain but there was something about it that pricked at his ears. He paused, and listened. After a moment, he heard a sharp intake of breath. A gasp. And the squeak of a cot.

Curious, and feeling more than a little wicked, Edgar tried to open the door to surprise his friend Kyle. He couldn’t believe the drunk doctor was doing what it sounded like he was doing in there, and he had to find out who he was doing it with.

The handle jiggled in his grip, locked. Then, just as he was about to pull out a lockpick, the door swung open.

Edgar inspected Kyle with a sweeping gaze, but it was impossible to tell if this version of disheveled and grumpy was anything different than his usual look. His gaze moved past the doctor and into the room beyond. Alice was there, sitting on a stool, book in hand.

“What is it?” Kyle regarded him with a bored expression.

“I see Alice is assisting you?”

Kyle nodded.

“And you find her assistance . . . satisfying?” Edgar raised his eyebrows meaningfully.

“Sure. She’s still learning, but she tries.” He shrugged. “Anyway, did you need something?”

Edgar shook his head. “No, no. I was just stopping by to say hello.”

“Alright.” Kyle gave another noncommittal shrug. “I’m going out.”

Alice hopped up from the stool. “Oh, can I come too?”

“Yeah.” The doctor still looked and sounded bored.

Edgar eyed her. Her clothes were a little rumpled but that could be from sitting. He decided he must have misheard whatever it was he heard. There was no way these two could have been doing anything interesting. “Well, have fun I guess. Good to see you. And you, Alice.”

He left, forgetting entirely about it until later that day when Jonah mentioned how much time Alice was spending in the infirmary. “Oh, yes, it’s unexpected. Kyle taking in interest in a girl,” Edgar grinned.

“I’m sure it’s not like that.” Jonah gave him a prim frown. “He never notices pretty girls. Not that I find Alice pretty. It’s just, she’s a girl. Stop smiling at me like that.”

Edgar chuckled. “Well, pretty or not you’ll never guess what I thought I heard.” He related the story to Jonah with just a little embellishment, enjoying the way the Red Queen’s eyebrows rose and the stain of his pink cheeks.

“You can’t be serious!” Jonah looked lost somewhere between disbelief and outrage.

“Well, there’s only one way to be sure.”

“What’s that?”

Edgar’s expression went deadly serious. “We have to spy on them.” Inside, he was laughing. Afterall, there was no way Kyle and Alice actually did anything. No way at all. But spinning Jonah up was a joy.

The two of them set about keeping an eye on Kyle.

Edgar hadn’t actually spent much time on his Kyle-project, but apparently Jonah was on task. He showed up in Edgar’s office, high color in his cheeks, eyebrows so high they almost touched his hairline.

“Disgusting. Just disgusting.” Jonah took a breath, trying to calm himself down. “I . . . I heard them.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

The Red Queen gave a curt nod. “I saw them disappear into one of the little-used storage rooms and then,” his voice dropped, “there were noises.”

Edgar kept his grin to himself as best he could, nodding seriously. “I see. Yes. Disgusting noises, I assume?” He popped a brightly colored candy into his mouth.

“Yes. Heavy breathing and - and Alice was . . .” his lips firmed to a thin, pale line. “She was moaning!”

“So you heard the noises. Did you open the door?”

“No! Of course not. I left. I shouldn’t be exposed to that sort of behavior.” He shook his head.

“And you’re positive it couldn’t have been anything else? Moving crates maybe? The work made them breathe heavily and then Alice might have stubbed a toe and moaned in pain?”

Jonah frowned. “No. I - I am quite sure -”

“Because you listen at the door while people do things all the time?” Edgar waggled his eyebrows.

“No!”

Edgar nodded. “So it is possible you misheard. Hm.” He still couldn’t believe Kyle would ever touch a woman, except perhaps to lift a bottle of alcohol off her, or to save her life. He just wasn’t the kind of guy to have a girlfriend.

Jonah looked, if anything, even more outraged. “I know what I heard! The real question is what we will do about it. Alice can’t be allowed to be - to be taken advantage of! We are supposed to be keeping her safe - not - not what Kyle is doing.”

“Is that so? What do you propose?”

“I . . . I don’t know. Perhaps I can occupy her elsewhere so Kyle doesn’t have the opportunity to get her alone.” Jonah pouted. “That drunken doctor is always causing problems.”

They planned a little while longer, and then Jonah left looking somewhat mollified. Edgar was completely amused by how seriously the Queen was taking this. But Edgar was sure there was no substance to it. He knew Kyle and he was familiar with girls like Alice - too sweet and innocent to be interested in adult activities.

Edgar headed to the kitchen, feeling a bit peckish. He wanted a snack before settling in to read some reports on the disappearance of a shipment of magic crystals. That was quite concerning, but less fun than the made up drama of Kyle and Alice. He wondered how long it would take Jonah to figure out the whole thing was a -

The Jack stopped in the kitchen doorway, eyes going wide. An unexpected sight met his unblinking gaze. Alice perched on a countertop, her head thrown back, eyes shut. Kyle was in front of her, his hands lifting her skirt, his lips on her thigh and moving higher with each kiss.

“K-kyle, that tickles! Ohhhhh!” Alice squealed.

“Does it tickle now?” Kyle’s lazy smile was a teensy bit wicked. His fingers reached for the edge of Alice’s dainty white panties.

Edgar backed out slowly and silently. It seemed his assumptions were . . . flawed. He swallowed and shook his head. When he turned the hall corner and was finally out of sight, he leaned back against the wall.

From the kitchen there were more muffled sounds of pleasure.

It seemed Kyle was every bit the dirty Lothario Jonah suspected. Edgar grinned. He’d have to find a way to tease the doc about this. And Alice too. So many ripe opportunities for fun.

#ikemen revolution #ikerev edgar #ikerev kyle #ikerev jonah #edgar bright #kyle ash #jonah clemence #otome #otome guys #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #slight spice

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ubejamjar · 2 months

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neck kisses that turn into love bites .

There’s no explicit sexual content here, but there is spice for anyone who wants to avoid that.

Aymeric de Borel leans over the large, dark wood desk in his study-- a piece that has borne witness to many lonely nights spent reading reports -- and tries to stop staring at Ajisai Kawanami.

She stands on the opposite side of his desk, scribbling furiously in her jagged scrawl, muttering to herself. Ajisai fixates on a piece of paper with Eorzean letters, but the words are Dragonspeak— which annoys her.

“It’s not a written language,” she says, taking a much-needed tea-and-cookie break. Aymeric catches bits and pieces of her rant, something about inflections. Still, he’s distracted by the candlelight dancing over the white of her scales. Would that she could be here more, work feels less demanding when she is.

She smirks, a knowing look in her eyes, “Are you always so interested in linguistics?”

“I suppose that depends on the instructor,” Aymeric replies. The words feel bolder than he does.

Ajisai laughs, “Is that so? I’ll have to keep that in mind.” A curl of blue hair slips its ribbon to rest against her cheek. He wants to brush it back for her. He wonders if she’d let him.

“Your hair, it—”

Tentatively, Aymeric reaches towards her, giving her space to pull away.

She does not.

Ajisai stills as his fingers feather against her cheek, warm and gentle as he sweeps the hair from her face. When his fingertips brush against the base of her horn, she shivers. Aymeric forces himself not to do it again.

He traces her cheek with the back of his hand; his thumb rests near her chin. It would be so easy to simply tilt it up, lean in, and—

Aymeric clears his throat as he draws his hand back. For a moment, he cannot bring himself to look her in the eyes. Instead, he searches her expression for a sign of how she might feel.

She lets out a shaky sigh and he’s not sure if it’s relief or disappointment. She fidgets with a pen on the desktop, searching the map like it might have the answers to her questions. Words fail him as he scrambles to apologize, to explain his lapse in judgment.

“Ajisai I--”

“It’s ok,” she says softly, smiling, “I… I don’t mind. I was just surprised.”

Aymeric hadn’t expected that. He’s not sure what he’d expected. For her to be angry, perhaps. For her to remind him of their professional boundaries.

Ajisai steps to his side of the desk, her hand trailing along its surface. With each step she takes, he feels his love for her bloom in his heart, its petals pressing against walls that can no longer contain it.

Silence stretches between them, nothing but the tick tick of a grandfather clock. Its bells mark the hour. Neither of them catch the time.

Ajisai smooths her hand over the streak of blue fabric pinned across his chest, then again, as if she could find courage in its folds. When her fingers find the collar of his coat, tugging, insistent but never pulling him to her, his resolve splinters.

The line they’d carefully drawn between them blurs. The familiar need to confess everything catches in his throat, the bindings of duty, responsibility, professionalism straining to keep the words suppressed. When he cups her cheek, she leans into his touch, her eyes filled with the very same longing in his. Aymeric doesn’t try to resist, he no longer wants to.

His lips are on hers, hungry and hot. With each kiss, he expresses the things he never said. She tastes like tea, like honey. She matches his eagerness, pulling him closer with an insistence he’s glad to indulge. His hands find their place at her waist, her arms wrap around his neck.

Neither remembers when she ends up on the desk.

Ajisai shivers when she feels his breath just below her horn, a delighted hum escapes her when she feels the gentle pressure of his lips against her neck. He fills the space between her chin and her collarbone with reminders of his adoration. With every press of his lips, he hopes to memorize her.

Ajisai’s voice is a breathless murmur, “Aymeric…”

Then impulse — to bite, to mark her. He trails kisses along until he finds the spot where her neck slopes to shoulder, the perfect spot to bite.

“Wh—“ her question is lost in sound that is somewhere between a whine and a sigh.

She undoes the first few buttons of her blouse, to let the sleeve slip from her shoulder, an invitation to continue his exploration across her skin.

He bites, leaving another mark.

Then another.

and another

and

“Aym—“ she starts. His name melts into satisfied sounds that test his restraint. She has one hand twisting in his shirt..

Then she leans forward, determined to leave a mark of her own. Her fingertips graze against the base of his neck, sending pleasure through him. When she tangles her fingers in his hair, she pulls him close. She alternates between kisses and nibbles, tracing her affection across him just as he had. Her lips brush against a pulse point; he’s certain she can feel his heart beat in his chest. Each time she pries a satisfied hum from him, he feels her smile against his skin.

She’s fiddling with his shirt now, fingers seeking to find him beneath it. Aymeric does the same, daring to find the buttons of her blouse, to find more space for kisses, for little, loving bites.

“My lord?”

The door muffles the steward's voice through the, but it startles them both— the two of them freezing in a passionate tableau.

“Forgive my interruption, but a messenger has arrived for you and Mistress Kawanami, it seems quite urgent.” says his steward from the other side of the door.

Aymeric pulls a hand away and runs it through his hair, the Lord Commander’s demeanor falling easily over the man he’d been moments before,“Thank you Théotime. We shall be there shortly.”

As the steward’s footsteps fade down the hall, Aymeric looks back to Ajisai, and by the Fury, he does not want to leave this moment. She’s sitting on his desk, close to him, the first few buttons of her shirt undone, and the evidence of his ministrations peppered across her shoulder. It does not feel right to stop here, not when her hand is still balled in his shirt nor when the look in her eyes tells him she’s thinking the same thing.

Then she laughs and Aymeric can’t help but laugh along. He steps back reluctantly to let her up.

Ajisai fastens her buttons, the echo of a giggle in her voice, “perhaps we revisit this later?”

“Later, then,” he echoes, as he moves to right his own dishevelment. As they prepare to face whatever urgent matters awaited them, he pressed a kiss to her forehead— a promise for later. Then, Aymeric de Borel opens the door to his study, gesturing for Ajisai, who thanks him with a little curtsy and a teasing wink, and tries not to think about later.

#wolmeric #Ajisai Kawanami #Aymeric #slight spice #as a treat #I’m sorry this took me a week+#I started and restarted no less than five times #I’m still not 100% satisfied with it but I’m at a point now where continuing #to fuss with it is helping no one #I also meant for this to be shorter #whoops #rough draft that has been cut but not polished #spicejar

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opalishh · 2 years

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okay but like why do I feel like Xie Lian would be the amazing house husband

Hua Cheng definetly would be the house husband that cooks and cleans everything, but dominates everything in bed

Nan Feng the bratty one so he probably gets punished a lot lmao

For Fu Yao, it’s probably the same situation with Nan Feng, he’s ✨bratty✨

pt 2 later because this was rushed sorry

#omg #gn this is making me go feralhdskj #tgcf x reader #x male reader #yes yes yes #anime #heavens official blessing #hua cheng #male reader #male reader insert #male readers #tgcf #xie lian #fu yao #nan feng #smut mention #slight spice

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spookyboywhump · 1 year

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Idk smth about whumpers forcing whumpees to wear revealing clothing. Not even in an inherently sexual sense, just only giving them very little clothing, controlling what they wear at all times every day, especially if it goes against what whumpee has always been comfortable with. I think that’s neat.

#slight spice #just to be safe #I just think a whumpee in short shorts and a big sweater is very cute #or wearing their whumper’s shirts #god yes

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linawritesfanficandmore · 2 years

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Fuck, I Love Him! No shit, Sherlock!

Summary: Zoro realizes he was in love with the shitty cook. Perona and Mihawk were already sick of him talking about Sanji.

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A month and a half had passed since Zoro's arrival on the island. Little by little, they were getting settled, but something had caught Mihawk's attention lately.

“Is there a problem with the food, Roronoa?” "You know I sometimes miss that stupid cook's meals." "Blonde boy?" "Yeah." "He was uncute too." "Oh shut up! You find everyone uncute other than your teddy bears!" "Oh, I don't!" "Yes, you do!" "No, I don't!" "Yes-" “STOP! Both of you! If the problem is the type of food or the way they are cooked I can-“ “No, you can't. You can't make the foods better like him. He is the best. I'm not saying yours are bad. I just have to get used to it. I guess I didn't eat good food before I met him." “You sound like you are in love uncute.” “Shut up! Of course, I am not. He is so stupid like like he worships women-" "As he should." "I said shut up! He wouldn't kick a woman even if there was death in the end. He is so stupid! So much!”

This will be interesting and a headache.

“If that's the only problem, you better get used to it. I don't want any hindrance in your training and Perona stop provoking him. Now I want a hassle-free dinner.”

The two of them went back to the food, sulking. Mihawk missed when he was alone with the baboons.

*** Zoro was sighing. Mihawk wanted him to continue training alone since Shanks had arrived, which was fine, yet Zoro didn't want to waste a single time getting stronger. Shanks had been here for four days already and Zoro couldn't believe that Mihawk had turned into a lovebird. Perona watched them all day and was half disgusted, half enjoyed. So there was nothing to amuse Zoro these days. There was no sake, no interesting training, no one to taunt… Now if Sanji were here, he would at least tease him. While thinking about all this, he continued his education with a pout.

When he returned to the castle after training, Shanks greeted him.

“Good evening Pirate Hunter.” “Huh? Where is Hawk-eyes?” “Out. To shopping.” “Oh… now he's turned into a housewife?” “Hahaha… I just brought a few edits to this place. He also practices them. I wanted to talk to you." “Oh… About what?” “Your ruts.” “Ruts? Why?” “I heard that Dracule forbade you from using suppressants. How did you spend those last two ruts?” “In my room, alone. Perona and he meanwhile put food on my door but other than that I was locked in.” “Well, I talked to Dracule about that and Perona shouldn't use suppressants either. He never uses it, and it's unfair when you don't either." “Whatever. I do not care." “Well… you should. Because Perona said she usually wants to spend her heats in omega hotels, and you have that chance too.” “What, in alpha hotels?” "Yes. You don't deserve to suffer.” “Hm… it could be beneficial.” "Then let's create a rut calendar together, shall we?" “Whatever. Okay.”

Thus, Shanks had the order in the castle as controlled as possible.

*** For his rut after speaking to Shanks, Mihawk brought him to a nearby island.

“There are two alpha hotels here. One better quality I'll drop you there. Take this den den mushi. Call me when it's over. This is money for you to spend.” “Okay.” “As I said, I'll pick up when it's done. Don't leave the hotel. And I can't deal with you getting lost." "I said I got it!" "I'll say it anyway and give me your swords." “Huh?” “They are not allowed.” “Oh… it sucks.” “Yeah. But understandable.”

So Mihawk took his swords and drove Zoro to the hotel.

"Good day Sir. How can we help?” “Rut.” “Okay. Go like this. Let's try to find a partner who will meet your criteria, shall we?" “Whatever.”

They went into the interview room with the working man.

“First of all, your preference for omega, beta, or alpha?” "Omega." "Male or female?" "Male." “Are there any features you want?” “Blonde hair blue eyes?” “We have the perfect match for it. How would your room be?” “Clean, simple.” “Okay. Food preferences?” “East Blue.” "Ok. Was there anything else?” "No." “Then we can move on to the next process. First of all, I must remind you of the rules and take your word that you will know and follow them. And that you accept that there will be consequences if you do not comply.” “Sure, whatever.” "Beautiful. You cannot scent or mark in any way during the process. Knots are strictly prohibited. Unprotected sex is prohibited. You cannot put our employees at risk in any way. Is there any disease in your medical history that we need to know?” "No." “Every three days, our employees are tested. This means that they will also be tested after the rut. Are you sure it won't be a problem?" "Yes." “Perfect then. Now sign here and there.”

Zoro did as he said.

“If there's a problem, sir, the emergency suppressants are in the drawers. Now, do you have a gun or any dangerous tool?" "No." “Do you mind if I check it out?” "No."

That's how the man controlled Zoro.

“Everything looks fine. Please wait here while I prepare your room and your partner.”

The man returned 10 minutes later.

"This way, sir."

They entered the room together.

“Our employee Kai will take over from here. I wish you good ruts.” "Welcome, sir. Please relax.”

Zoro already knew the process. He went to bed. And he took his shirts off. He wanted his partner to take off his pants.

“How would you like me to approach you?” "As you wish." "Of course."

Kai was feeling lucky. People weren't always as handsome as Zoro. That's why he wanted to get him into the rut fast and live in the moment. In this way, he approached him and fell to his knees. While looking at Zoro, he unzipped his pants with his teeth. He sniffed Zoro's penis through his panties.

Normally, something like this would turn Zoro on. Especially in pre-rut, but today there was not a single excitement. Even he was disturbed.

However, Kai didn't understand this and pulled off Zoro's panties. He lingered on his penis with his hand.

Zoro certainly didn't like it. He immediately stopped Kai.

"STOP!"

Surprised Kai:

“Did I do something wrong, sir?” “I just changed my mind. Give me the suppressants.” "Of course, sir."

Kai immediately got up and brought the suppressants.

"Here sir." "Thank you."

Zoro immediately drank the pills.

"If I made a mistake-" “It wasn't you, I just... I just... I am sorry"

With that, he left the room. Despite the employee at the door trying to stop him, he left without even getting back his money. After walking for a while, he sat down on the ground. He called Mihawk.

"What?" “Are you still on the island?” "Yes." "Can you pick me up?" "Why?" "I couldn't do it. I took suppressants. I walked from the hotel.” “Wait where you are. I'm coming." "OK."

Indeed, Mihawk arrived before it was too late. They left the island. On the way:

"What happened?" "I do not know. I am disgusted with him.” “Would you change partners?” “One thing would not change. I do not know…" “Hmm… you had someone else in mind?” "Did not have." "Are you sure?" “…” “After becoming mate with Shanks, I tried to hook up with someone else, but I couldn't. I was very offended and disgusted.” “After mating?” "I told you. We were drunk.” "What happened then?" “Everything was fine once I got my mate.” “But I don't have a mate.” "Maybe there's someone you want your mate to have."

Blonde hair, blue eyes… Omega… Male… These were the opposite of what Zoro wanted. Why did Zoro want that?

"I do not know." "Do not rush." "This is very frustrating." “It is, but it is also beautiful.” “I don't want any obstacles to my goal.” “Mate is not a hindrance, Roronoa. It is power.” "Really?" "Yes. Let's go home now. Rest. Since you bought suppressants. Continue training tomorrow." "Ok."

*** “He has a very annoying demeanor. Sometimes he doesn't even want to give the sake. He does what I want last. So what if they're women? I wouldn't care if they were gods."

Perona was listening to this talk for the third time this week and was very bored. He was getting nowhere.

"I beg you, shut up." “But look, you don't understand. Yet he is my competitor and a member of the crew. My Pack member…” "You're the one who doesn't understand, shut up." “I understand helping, but why? Why did he help that way? Was he feeling guilty? He was very angry with me though.”

Look again… What help? Feeling guilty? What had happened? She couldn't help if he didn't say anything. Not that she wanted to help, of course. Only if the problem was solved maybe he would eventually shut up.

"I don't even understand what you're talking about, you're not telling me." "I won't tell." “Then I don't care. Except when you shout at night.” “I don't!”

Oh, he definitely does. The first time she ran to his room and ran into Mihawk. Mihawk said he had nightmares. He had brought a glass of water in case he woke up. Perona had waited for a long time that night. Until she can be sure that he was sleeping peacefully. They behaved the same way when it happened later, but they hadn't mentioned it to Zoro until now.

“Not every night, yes, but you shout! Kuma, Sanji, Luffy…” "No!" "Yes! I don't know what happened, but it sure was traumatic. If you're not going to explain it properly, shut up!” “You are not helpful at all.” "Oh sorry, I didn't know I had to help." "Fuck you!" "No, fuck you! I am out! Done with this bullshit! Talk when you are ready! Otherwise, don't bother me!"

*** “Where is your mind, Roronoa?” "Here." "Do not lie. You are not concentrating at all today.” “I was just… thinking about my last conversation with Perona.” “Let's take a five-minute break and you explain the problem.”

So they both sat on the stones. Mihawk opened the wine he had brought with him. Perona was on a different island to spend her heat That's why Zoro was distracted. In her absence, he reconsidered his time with her.

"Are you going to speak?" “She told me about something.” “What?” “Nights… I was screaming…” "Yes." "Really?" "Yes. You are having nightmares. Perona is usually waiting by your side. I leave the water and go back to my room.” “Oh…” "Do you want to talk?" "There's nothing to talk about. I was weak.” “Hmm… something happened with Kuma?” "Yes but…" “Maybe you'll be relieved if you tell me. Have you ever told anyone?" “I just spoke to one person who knows.” "Who?" “Cook.” “Hmm… how did it go?” “He was very angry with me. We fought first. Then he started crying. I didn't know what to do." “Was it about your wounds?” "Yes. He was the one who helped me.” “You must have frightened him a lot.” “He actually scared me.” "How?" “Even standing was difficult. Again…" “Are you ready to start over now?” "I…" “It is not good to keep it in Roronoa. Even I tell Shanks so I can live. He also tells me…” “But you are mates.” "And? You are also my student.” “Okay...After the battle with Gecko Maria in Thriller Bark, everyone was already tired.” “I never liked that man.” "Don't tell Perona that." “Oh, I learned my lesson about that.” “Then Kuma.” “And did that bubble thing?” "Yes. Everyone was passed out. At least I thought so. I tried to cut him off but he…” “Pacifista.” "Yes. He wanted Luffy's life. I couldn't let that happen." “You offered your own life to him.” "Yes. Everything was fine. Until he came… He could hardly even stand. He was shaking but ready to die. I couldn't let it. I've never been that scared before." “What are you afraid of?” "I do not know…" “How did those wounds occur?” “I knocked him out. After that, Kuma took out Luffy's damage. He said that in order to take his place, I had to take his pain. I agreed…" “Hm… It's not easy, but you'll get over it as you get stronger. If you still have a problem, come to me. or tell Perona and don't stop thinking because you obviously have something to think about. Shall we continue now?" "Yes. Thanks." "You are welcome."

Mihawk also got something to think about and will definitely tell Shanks about this.

*** It was Shanks' third time here, and he was already used to the kids. He even loved them. It was obvious that Mihawk loved them too. Had they asked him, he would have said three years ago that it was impossible to see that Mihawk like that. Mihawk was acting as their father without realizing it. He even caught him sewing Perona's teddy bear. Then he checked on Zoro at night… Speaking of which… Mihawk had told him. That's why Shanks wanted to talk to Zoro. While Mihawk and Perona were preparing dinner, he decided to talk to Zoro. After some searching, he found the swordsman in an empty room.

“What are you doing here, pirate hunter?” “I'm looking at the sake.” "Hm… Wasn't it forbidden?" “It is forbidden, but it will be lifted soon. I've already started using haki." “Good but still forbidden. Why are you here?" “Sakes reminds me of someone.” “Hm… Who?” “Cook…” “Oh…” "He told you, didn't he?" “He did.” “…” “Wanna talk?” “I was thinking a lot recently.” “Hmm…" "How did you realize that you loved Hawk-eyes?” “It just happened.” “How will I realize what is bothering me?” “It will happen.” “This is annoying.” “Yes but beautiful.” “He said the same.” “Oh, did he?” “Yeah. You guys are so gross.” "Hahaha." “If someone told me this I would laugh off my ass.” “I bet. Is there something else-“ “No. Let's go to dinner.”

Shanks had definitely not been able to speak, but he had a gut feeling that it wasn't necessary.

*** Zoro was quiet as the others talked throughout the meal. It was more like he was playing with his food. When Mihawk wanted to stop him, Shanks blocked him and told him to let it go.

Zoro nearing the end of the meal:

“Fuck, I love him!”

Perona was so sick of it.

“No, shit Sherlock!” “You knew?” “You were so obvious!” “You two too?” “Well, Zoro-kun…” “It was about the time.” “Why no one told me?!” “Then it wouldn't be good. You couldn't rush things like that and you wouldn't believe it. Believe me, if I believed you would believe me, I would have told you long ago. At least I wouldn't listen to your nagging for these 7 months." "There is too much believe word in one statement." "She kinda likes doing like that Shanks." “I wasn't nagging!” “You were!” “I wasn't! “Hahahaha! Isn't that worthy of celebration, Dracule?" “Huh?” “Everybody, let's have a toast.” “Roronoa still has a ban on alcohol.” “Oh come on, Dracule for once. Moreover, he even started to use the right.” “Armament khaki. Observation is still bad.” “Boring.” “It is okay Shanks-san. I can drink mineral water.” “Good move, Roronoa. You-”

Before Mihawk could finish his sentence:

“But really… I can't believe it. He is the one who annoys me the most.”

And they listened to Zoro all night long. Perona couldn't figure out which version of him was worse. Before noticing or after noticing?

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#alpha beta omega #omegaverse #omega sanji #omega luffy #omega shanks #alpha zoro #alpha mihawk #omega perona #slight spice #zosan #akataka #mihawk x shanks #mihawk adopts perona #mishanks #mihawk adopts zoro

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bakuliwrites · 1 year

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M6 and Lingerie

Hello all! I rarely do visual headcanons, but I thought this one would be a fun one to do it for! Here's some lingerie that give me M6 vibes. Whether it's the M6 or your MC wearing these/variations on these, whatever! I just found these and tried to match them up to their respective M6 :) I've listed where they're from as well. Do I plan to draw these? Eventually, yes, haha. But it might be a bit lol. Or I might write some short drabbles for them :) Enjoy! 18+ MINORS DNI

Asra

Lucy Love and Lemons, Victoria's Secret

Nadia

Madame X in Lilac, Empress Mimi

Julian

Judy Playsuit, Agent Provacateur

Portia

Floral Embroidery, Shein

Muriel

Boho Embrodered Set, Love Good Lingerie

Lucio

Zazzy Zelda in Gold, Empress Mimi

#the arcana #asra alnazar #nadia satrinava #julian devorak #portia devorak #muriel of the kokhuri #lucio morgasson #count lucio #slight spice #the arcana headcanons #m6 headcanons #dani headcanons #i'll draw these someday

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cluelessatthispoint · 1 year

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Boots n bombs but spooky

Werewolf demo >:)

Alrighty~

I'm going with some spooky fluff and SPICE~ mild spice..

I love this pairing :)

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The moon glowed brightly overhead. The way that the wind stung against his face felt refreshing compared to the warmth of the New Mexico air. The night sky blended in with the tree line, making it look like land and sky seemed to go on forever. His heart pounded erratically against his ribcage. The way his eyes seemed to track every small movement; his prey was out there. He could smell him. The unmistakable scent of gunpowder, dried blood and faint traces of honey mixed with sweat.

A growl rumbled lowly in his chest, the sound of a heartbeat picking up in pace and ragged breaths confirmed that his prey heard his animalistic growling. How unfortunate, prey always tasted better when they didn't know they were being hunted. The way that Soldier muttered to himself during this chase was...distracting. It grounded the both of them. It wasn't a real hunt of course but sometimes the wild side of him could end up forgetting.

'Easy now, the lad agreed to this. He knows what to do. '

Talking to his "other self" seemed to be the only method of really getting any idea across to the beast.

For Soldier, the change in dynamic was strenuous and different. It was different in a good way, and he'd be lying if he didn't say that this was mildly arousing. The idea of the one giving the orders, reduced to being hunted for sport. It was a cruel game of cat and mouse, and he liked it. The sound of his heavy war-torn boots hitting the dirt steadied him. He had to get into the mindset. For the both of them this was their time to get everything situated in their busy lives.

'Alright: mindset, mindset-I am being hunted, I am going to die.'

It was ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. How! How could he have ended up in this dire situation? A respected soldier now reduced to a terrified fool running for his life-lost in the woods no less.

A low rumbling sound caught his attention. The way his breath stuttered in his throat, how his lungs seemed to stop working. It was torture. Picking up the pace he charged forward in the direction of the moonlight. The one thing that Tavish mentioned to him before all this happened.

"Don't forget-go in the direction of the moon. Follow it, that way you won't end up lost."

The way the Scotsman's eye twinkled suggested a bit of mischief. He knew that he should have seen it coming, it was Tavish of all people. He was always up to some mischief.

Suddenly, to his left the sound of harsh animalistic breathing broke his concentration. Feeling a harsh push against his back he flung himself against the ground and scrambled to get up, attempting to run in the opposite direction. The feeling of sharp nails digging into his sides deterred him from that idea. A hot wet breath panted into his neck, resulting in a rising blush spreading across his face. The heat and weight of a much larger body pressing him into the ground was a mix of sensation, both welcomed and unwelcomed.

"Aye, Darlin. That was a mighty fine chase. But I do believe that you lost."~

Soldier could practically feel the smugness of his boyfriend's words.

"Well then, if I've lost, I do believe you win a prize."

The werewolf hummed in agreement, his tail wagging ferociously.

"What do I win? Besides the lovely piece of prey that I have currently in my grasp?"

Struggling to sit up comfortably to no avail. Soldier pushed his knee against Demo's leg.

"I'm sure I can think of something Tav."~

#tf2 #tf2 mercs #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #boots and bombs #soldier x demoman #team fortress 2 fic #team fortress 2 #fanfic #tf2 fanfic #tf2 fanfiction #werewolf #werewolf demoman #hunter and prey #hunting #mildly suggestive #slight spice #anon requests

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Maroon

How’d we end up on the floor, anyway? you say

Your roommate’s cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that’s how

During a night of drinking, Jason takes an interest in your makeup choices. Or, it’s the last night before you go away for a long time and he takes to observing you closely.

The slightest mentions of nsfw (again). There's a lot less makeup talk in here than I was going for :') Posting a few minutes early tonight since my laptop is dying

Yellow hallway light pours onto the living room floor as you and Jason drag each other through the door of his safehouse. Your exhausted laugh is simultaneous to the not-so-subtle click of the lock, but it’s all Jason hears as he follows you to the bathroom.

Even after the long day of socializing and agonizing under dress codes, you still have your trademark competitive spark burning and beat him to the shower. He thuds onto the door with a low groan, and hears your triumphant ‘hm!’ through the wood.

“Baby,” he whines. “Lemme in.”

“Don’t think I will, Todd.” Your voice is tired but teasing, something that you will never tire of doing to him. Well, you seem to have forgotten that he is just as capable.

“‘M coming in,” he calls out, and purposefully ignoring your grunt of protest, has the door unlocked in seconds flat.

He’s caught you in a state of undress, your bare feet on white tile and shirt halfway over your head. Your trousers are lying carelessly in a corner, and the button that’s kept you from breathing all night winks at him.

“I thought I told you to wait,” you grumble, and he manages a smirk at the lack of heat in your voice.

“And I thought you’d be so kind to bless me with your presence for these last few hours, but I guess not,” he replies. The door shuts with a light kick of his foot and his clothes begin to join yours on the floor. You hum distractedly as you finish unclasping, undoing, and unfastening. Several pins clatter to the marble countertop as you draw your hands through your hair, gathering the tiny metal clips.

“It won’t kill you to let me shower alone for fifteen minutes, Jay.” You reach behind the shower curtain and turn on the tap. “But since you’re here, we might as well take a bath.”

“We?” He quirks an eyebrow at you, frustratingly handsome with that self-satisfied smirk adorning his lips.

“Fine, I fold,” you lament, scarlet coloring your cheeks as you rummage through the cabinet. Trying to hide your blush by busying your hands. He only chuckles in response. In your haste, you grab a mislabeled bottle and dump a hearty portion of it in the water. Neither of you notice the sticker that says Lian’s bubble bath until the water begins to froth.

“Uh, babe–”

“Oh my god,” you gasp, finally realizing what the substance was. But it’s too late, the last of the pooling pink liquid is hidden from view by rose-pink bubbles. The both of you stare listlessly at the tub. Then at each other.

“So… that just happened.”

“I guess it did,” you mumble. “Well, no point in drawing another.”

And with that, you plunge a leg into the foaming bath, the other joining it when you decide the temperature is sufficient to soak in. Jason follows, his added mass raising the water level past your collarbone.

“This isn’t half bad. What’s not to like?” He seems content, even daring to scoop a handful of the bubbles onto your head. Water leaks down your face and the foam settles in your hair like a crown. This time, you raise your brows at him, as if to say, Really?

He only smiles innocently and leans over to kiss you.

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You purr like a cat, the picture of well-earned comfort stretched out across the sofa. Jason smiles up at you from where he’s sitting on the carpet, your damp hair in one hand and blow dryer in the other. Sometimes you’ll do this, pull a few strings, give him petulant smiles until he relents and pampers you. And he complies every time.

“I’m feeling drinks,” you murmur when the whirring of the dryer dies down.

“Yeah? Lemme see what we have.” Jason gets to his feet, setting the dryer on the coffee table before going to scrounge in the minifridge. “Up for some Lamoresca?”

“Don’t tell me it’s rosato–”

“Right in one, princess,” he praises and your head falls back onto the cushions.

“Give it here,” you relent. Jason passes you the bottle and resumes his seat on the floor. You swing your legs over the sofa so that you can sit upright. Uncorking it, you take a quick swig of it before handing it to him. The two of you trade the wine back and forth, taking turns sipping straight from the bottle.

At some point he brings you close and steals the rosé from your lips. You know what you’re about to encounter, and you really shouldn’t. You leave tomorrow on a business trip and it would be inappropriate to show up marked down.

But Jason’s never been content with just toeing the line, and you’ve welcomed him across a few of yours. So you indulge, climbing down from your seat into his lap. It’s purely misfortune when you stumble over your own feet, and your messy landing causes Jason to grunt in surprise.

“Oh–sorry–”

“‘S fine, doll,” he replies, his voice all ragged edges and lusty tone as he gazes at you. It’s slow, painfully so as he bows his head towards your neck. Your head bobs slightly as you debate whether or not to give him access, but then his breath ghosts into the groove beyond your collarbone and you give in.

“I really ought to stop saying yes to you all the damn time,” you huff as he plants soft kisses along the column of your neck.

“But doll, you’ll be so far away by tomorrow. Let me love you?” He asks, knotting his fingers in the hair at the base of your skull. You shiver, chin rising involuntarily as your head tips back.

“...fine.”

He kisses your lips, finally, and you hum, the touch resolving an unexpected anticipation.

“You look like you have lipstick on,” you giggle.

“Speaking of, you’ll have some on tomorrow, yeah? Y’know, that one color I like on you?” He licks the remnants of wine from his lips before brushing his nose against yours. “What’s it called again?”

“It’s maroon, Jay.”

“Oh. Right."

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd #jason todd fic #dc #dc comics #fluff #hurt/comfort #slight spice

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