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OUT. || I'm going to straight up chew through my keyboard with how much I love you guys
#i. ( ooc ) — irrellievant#if you're wondering if you're counted in this: you are#even if we don't talk a lot or even EVER#you're sofa king cool
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Alright. Kin accessories. I can do this one.
In my last life, my main accessory – the one that people usually associated with me – was my bronze sun medallion, which tied Hyourinmaru’s sword form sash securely around my torso. That medallion, and the sash, had been gifts from Matsumoto, the day I met Hyourinmaru and discovered that my asauchi had become a proper zanpakuto, and lengthened to a full-sized katana. I can hardly remember a time that I wasn’t wearing that sash and medallion, whenever I carried Hyourinmaru’s sword form.
In this life, I wear a single silver ring as my main accessory (not counting my glasses which I see as a disability aid), shaped as a long feather that loops around my finger. I’m never without this ring, not since getting it; I’m just… drawn to it. I suppose the silver reminds me of the silver chain and sickle-moon scythe attached to the end of Hyourinmaru’s hilt in shikai, and the feather shape reminds me of the massive icy feathers on his wings. Whatever makes me keep the ring, it makes me think of my dragon.
I hope I wasn’t too disappointing with my simple explanations. I’d like to hear everyone else’s stories, too.
- Hitsugaya Toushiro (#❄️🐉)
#fictionkinfessions#fictionkin#❄️🐉#hitsugayatoushirokin#bleachkin#canon accessories#sharps cw#mod party cat!#feather ring... thats sofa king cool!!!
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Cant believe how normal i seemed today despite getting something close to none sleep last night
#i bet all my new coworkers were amazed at how totally cool and normal i seem!#i didnt break into hysterical laughter even once so im counting this one as a win lads!#i made eye contact and everything!#anyway i cant say i didnt sleep bc i did have a weird fish dream at some point#but damn i also remember seeing a lot of different numbers pass me by on the clock#now to somehow Not call it a night at a crisp 6 pm#sofa king tired lol
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No Filter
eddie munson x fem!reader FLUFF
18+ because some sexual themes. Overall, just fluff
Word Count: 2.1k
Eddie is drunk and whiny because he's jealous of Steve. Not my gif. Would have tagged if I knew.
part 2 out now
A heavy arm clad in leather slumped around your shoulders.
You turned your head and were met with your alcohol reeking best friend, Eddie.
"Well helllllloo there, pretty girl. Come here often?" He winked at you, eyes hazy and body swaying.
"Eddie, this is my house." You laughed through your nose and wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him.
Music thumped throughout your house, and people were scattered in each corner. You weren't necessarily popular, but it was you and Eddie's idea to throw a party so he could make some quick cash. With the help of King Steve, of course. Seeing how he was already drunk, he must have already made his rounds. Unfortunately you had to work and didn't arrive until around 9 pm, about 3 hours into the party. Eddie was absolutely wasted and probably was on something else, too. You never knew with him.
"Steve.. the fuck is in this?" You took a sip of your drink and cringed. He laughed and shrugged, taking a sip and mirroring your reaction.
"Huh." Eddie huffed next to you, eyes narrowing and darting back and forth between you two.
"Should we whip together a new punch? May have put a little bit too much rum in this one." Steve pinched his thumb and pointer finger together, taking a couple steps back in the direction of your kitchen.
You were about to follow him when Eddie's arm tightened around you, leather squeaking against your shoulder. You looked at him quizzically when he let out a whiny groan.
"Eddie.. What's up? Do you feel okay?" He pulled his arm off you so that you could face him.
His cheeks were flushed and eyes hooded as he gazed down at you.
"Jus' want you to stay with me 's all.." He clumsily placed a hand on your waist and pulled you toward him. "You always gotta be aroun' King Steve… hmph." His lips turned down into a pout.
Your brain short circuited and you stared at him trying to piece together what's making him so mopey. Of course you were often around Steve. Though he hasn't asked you out yet, there was definitely something going on between you two.
You nervously laughed and gripped the front of his leather jacket as he stumbled back a bit. Your head was getting fuzzy yourself and you wished you were able to think a bit clearer.
"I think you should take a rest, Eds.." Your eyes trailed around the living room, pushing him toward the half empty sofa.
His fingers tightened on your waist as he was about to sit down and you pulled yourself from his grip gently. His lips turned down even more and he slumped his shoulders before he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
"Fine. Go with your new boyfriend 'cause he's just s' cool with his cool hair and his cool coolness." He waved you off as he dramatically crossed his arms like a kid and huffed.
"Stop being a baby. I'll be right back." You gave him a deadpan expression and stuck your tongue out, tapping your shoe against his before going into the kitchen.
Steve was sitting on the counter with his arms crossed, various bottles of liquor, mixers, and other drinks littered across your island table.
"Soo.." He kicked himself off the counter to stand beside you, eyes scanning over all the ingredients.
"Is Eddie alright?" He itched the back of his neck as his eyes peeked through the doorway to where Eddie sat, still grumpy but now playing with a glowstick that someone left on the coffee table. Him and Steve were friends, actually, but he was so blasted that he was letting his feelings show a little too much.
"He's fine.." You laughed, shaking your head. "Such a big baby."
You both made the new punch and talked about random stuff, almost an hour passing before Eddie waddled in the kitchen.
"You two lovebirds done yet? I'm thirsty." He leaned his shoulder on the doorframe, seemingly a little less drunk than before as he scowled at Steve.
You gave him an annoyed look at his comment before filling a cup and handing it to him, which he just took from you and set it on the counter.
He stared at Steve with his tongue in his cheek before kissing his teeth and grabbing his cup before disappearing again.
You opened your mouth to call for him as Steve put a hand on your shoulder.
"You should uh.. go check on him." He nodded his head toward the door.
You clenched your teeth as you weaved in and out of people. You were pissed, to say the least, because it felt like you were babysitting instead of enjoying the party. It took you almost twenty minutes to find Mr. Crankypants laying in your backyard. You trudged over to him, fists clenched by your sides and the water bottle you were holding crunching in your grip.
"Eddie, what is wrong with you?" You looked down at him, crossing your arms.
His eyes left the stars and met yours, widening as he stuck an arm up and pointed at you.
"Ah! My favorite star just appeared!!" He yelled, hand flapping in excitement.
You struggled to keep the scowl on your face, failing miserably as Eddie beamed at you, laughing at himself.
You sighed as he stood up, dusting himself off and eyes looking into yours fondly.
"You okay?" You stepped forward and placed a hand on his arm.
He let himself fall forward and stuffed his face into your neck, arms clenching around your waist.
"Woa-"
"Miss you, sweetheart.." He mumbled, lips brushing up against your neck.
"You're the one who ran off, silly." You hugged him tighter.
"Y-yeah but…" His voice cracked and you pinched your eyebrows together.
"Don' go with him, please." Eddie stuffed his face further into your neck when you tried to pull away.
You'd never been this close before, aside from his side hugs.
"What are you talking about, Eddie." You whispered.
He sighed, hot breath warming your throat. You pulled back and looked into his eyes, waiting for an explanation.
"Uhm.." He furrowed his eyebrows and puckered his lips.
"What're we talking about?" He quirked an eyebrow up. "Too much vodka-"
You rolled your eyes and pinched his cheek.
"Eddie. You don't want me around Steve." You blurted out, patience wearing thin.
His mouth opened and closed, lips turning downward and eyes glazing over with tears. You gasped and put your hands up.
"H-hey, it's fine- we don't have to talk about it." You hurriedly tried to change the subject.
He bowed his head down and sniffled as a tear rolled down his nose. Your heart sank when you tried to grab his hand, his whole body shrinking away from you. You said his name again but he only shook his head, huffing as more tears came out.
"Jus' wish I had a chance 's all." He hiccuped and angrily wiped his face with his sleeve, hair covering his face from your view. "- don't know how t'do this sorta thing like him." Another sniffle escaped him as he stepped further away from you.
The lump in your throat grew as you realized what the problem here was. He liked you and didn't want you to go with Steve. You mentally slapped yourself for being so blind to it.
You hopped forward and grabbed his hand, pulling him back toward you and walking further into your yard, away from the several nosey eyes that were in Eddie.
You pushed his hair from his face, all wet due to his tears. He felt so embarrassed, confessing his feelings in this drunken state. But he just couldn't control what came out of his mouth. This wasn't planned. He never intended to tell you, was going to let you be with Steve because he knew deep down he was better for you. His low self esteem was what truly kept him from actually asking you out.
Your own eyes watered when you saw his tear stained face. His eyelashes soaked with fresh tears, face red and puffy. He took a deep breath and swallowed the saliva that collected in his mouth before lifting his hand to take a sip of his drink.
You giggled when his eyes quizzically looked at his empty hand and head turned to see his cup empty on the ground. His eyes met yours again, pinching at the corners as he lazily smiled at you. You handed him the water bottle you'd been holding.
"I think we should talk about this when you're not drunk, okay?" You leaned your head forward to peek under his curtain of hair that he suddenly flicked in front of his face.
"Mhm.."
"But… don't be sad. We are on the same page here, okay? I.. I won't go to him. I know what you're trying to say." You gently whispered and sighed in relief when he simply nodded back.
You pulled him into a hug and he hummed as he let the water bottle fall to the ground, his heart hammering against your chest.
"Look so pretty tonight.." He mumbled as his arms snaked around your waist, lower than they had been before.
You felt tingles run throughout your body due to both the tone of his voice and the path his hands were on. Eddie's palms smoothed over your lower back as he pulled you in more, if that was even possible.
You hummed and thanked him for the compliment, your face feeling hot.
"-always look s'pretty. But never seen you in a dress like this before.." Your lower belly began to feel hot as his lips brushed against your neck while he talked. He could have moved his head so his chin was resting on your shoulder. He knew what he was doing.
"T-thank you, Eds.." You gulped and his eyes shot open, smirking as he continued moving his hands.
"Hmm.. love it when you call me that." You could feel his teeth in your neck now, mouth fully on your skin as he spoke.
Your breath hitched when he placed the most gentle kiss behind your ear, lips barely touching your skin as they trailed down your neck and placed another peck before he sloppily began to mouth at the flesh there. He panted as he nibbled and kissed messily all over your neck, the night air feeling cool against your wet skin.
"E-eddie." You breathed out.
Eddie grunted and laughed when you tugged on his hair, pulling his head back. Your face felt like it was on fire and you were grateful it was dark.
"S-sorry." He snorted out a laugh nervously and started to shimmy off his jacket, getting annoyed when it got stuck on his arm. " s'hot out."
Your chest raised with each breath as you watched him. How the fuck could you even allow yourself to go out with someone else after the one you truly liked confessed to you? And he went at your neck like a fucking vampire-
"Mmm.. miss you." He croaked up at you, his voice weak from when he had been crying.
You blinked down at him to where he was now sitting, arms reaching out to you.
"Please don' go back to him." He pouted again and a laugh bubbled in your throat as you sat next to him.
"Well how am I supposed to after that?" You wiped a hand over your face and sighed.
He stared at you, eyes struggling to stay focused on yours when your neck was so visible.
"Need to do this side too-" He quickly scooted so his body was pressed against yours and latched his lips onto your neck, sucking the skin between his teeth and letting his tongue dart out.
"Eddie!" You gasped loudly as you pushed him away and laughed incredulously, slapping a hand over where you know a hickey is.
"Don't… don't tell me there's a mar-"
"Uh-huh there's mos' definitely a mark." He snickered at you and clumsily made his way onto his feet, eyes filled with lust as he watched you lick your lips and squeeze your thighs together. His legs stumbled a bit as he didn't have you to hang on to and he looked toward the house. Fuck, he was so hard.
"Gotta piss- be back in like.. fifteen." He held up 4 fingers.
You stifle a laugh and nod, wanting him to leave so you can fan your face. You were fucking sweating.
" 'f I wasn't so drunk… hmph." He put two fingers down out of the four he still had up and made a V, sticking his tongue out and obnoxiously laughing when you covered your face at the gesture.
" 'm actually going to jack off, I lied-"
"Eddie! Can you please leave!!" You laid on your back and covered your face, still laughing.
"Alright alright, sorry- no filter right now, sweetheart."
Your friendship will definitely never be the same.
Next part (18+) ->
updated 5/5
#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson imagines#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson fem!reader#bestfriend!eddie munson#drunk!eddie munson#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddiemunson
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Stormy Weather, or: Outside, the Wind (Inside, the Light) | Dream/Hob | 1600 words | Rated T
tags: I recently spent an evening without power therefore I must put the blorbos in a Situation, love confessions, first kiss, getting together, power outages, Hob Gadling throughout history, gratuitious use of mildly accurate Middle English
The wind tears around London like a living thing, a wild animal, a predator, intent on the hunt. It chases birds into their nests and people into their homes, moans around corners and rattles shutters, sending piles of leaves whirling into miniature hurricanes and whipping branches into a frenzy, sharpening its claws on roof tiles and telephone poles.
Except in Hob Gadling’s flat.
The New Inn, and the cozy home above it, is in one of those old buildings that’s actually been loved and maintained – thanks in no small part to Hob’s own care and attention. The walls are thick and strong, the roof is solid. The shutters may rattle, but the windows are double-pane; the curtains and carpets are warm and soft, and no drafts encroach on the sanctity of his living room, where Hob and Lord Morpheus, King of Dreams, are having a movie night.
It’s part of Hob’s concerted effort to introduce the Prince of Stories to the stories he’d missed during his imprisonment. Tonight it’s Blade Runner – the final cut, of course – which isn’t necessarily one of Hob’s personal favorites, but seemed to fit the stormy, rainy vibes of the weather. They’re installed on the couch, with hot chocolate and wine and snacks, which Dream has deigned to pick at. Harrison Ford is eating noodles and wandering through wet, moodily-lit streets. The wind is howling outside, but they’re safe and warm and surrounded by soft things and life is about as good, Hob thinks, as it ever gets these days.
And then his lights flicker. Once, twice; there is the impression of a sort of electrical last gasp, and the room is plunged into darkness.
The wind whips and the shutters rattle. A volley of rain spits itself against the windows.
“Bugger,” says Hob.
Dream says nothing, merely brings his wineglass – which had already been cradled in one elegant hand – to his lips.
“Hang on,” says Hob. “I’ve got some candles around here somewhere.”
He gropes his way to the kitchen. In one drawer he unearths some beeswax tapers and several tea lights, which he arranges on a plate. He rummages in one of the deeper cabinets and makes a triumphant noise as he discovers his prize behind disused mugs and a fondue set from the 1980s: a pair of old-fashioned brass candlesticks equipped with round reflectors, highly polished to catch the light and bounce it back out into the darkness.
“You are remarkably well-prepared for an event such as this,” says Dream, as Hob lights his various prizes and returns to the living room with his hands full of flickering flames.
“Well, you know,” Hob demurs. “When it comes down to it, I’ve lived a lot more of my life without electricity than with it.” He arranges the tea lights on the coffee table and sets the brass candlesticks on a nearby bookshelf. “You never really get out of the habit of preparing for the worst. Although I will say, these beeswax ones beat the hell out of the old tallow jobbies we had when I was young. Got ‘em from a local bloke who keeps bees not half a mile away, isn’t that cool? A beekeeper in the middle of London. There, now,” he says, and having arranged the lights to his satisfaction he plops himself back down on the sofa.
Outside, the wind wails. The lack of lamps on the empty street below and the gentle candlelight within make the night seem even darker, and turn Hob’s living room into something even softer and cozier than it already is.
Dream’s face, in the flickering candles, seems even more otherworldly than usual; and Hob, for his part, truly looks as though he belongs in another century. The very shape of his face has changed, somehow, into something older; taking on a new appearance in the candlelight the way a man’s tongue might curl differently around the syllables of another language.
“I miss it, sometimes,” he says lowly. “This kind of world. Before the wires and the phones and the cars. It was… quieter.”
“You speak often of your delight in change and progress. Do you truly long for your past lives?” asks Dream.
“Yes and no,” answers Hob. “Some things are better now, no question. Antibiotics, wouldn’t want to live without those again. Vaccines and X-rays and chemotherapy and antidepressants – almost all the medical stuff. Mass transportation. Cars and planes have never been safer. Honestly, I’ve never understood the people who moan about the olden days and oh, life was simpler back then. Don’t they know how many people died? How many kids? Because they caught a cold or fell out of a tree or had a case of the runs that lasted a little too long?”
He leans forward to adjust one of the candles, which is dripping unevenly, and when he sags back into the couch there is just the hint of a frown between his strong brows.
“And yet…” he says, staring into the flames, voice quiet. “Nights like this. I do sometimes think…”
Hob trails off for a long moment.
“There was a rhythm to life, back then,” he says finally. “You counted hours by the church bells and days by the tasks that needed done. And there was so much that needed to be done… cows milked and fields planted and clothes knitted or mended. And it was all so important, so… necessary. Regimented. But in the in between time – Christ! your time wast thine.” As he speaks, his voice has slipped into an older register: his Rs grown rounder, his vowels longer, curling from his mouth to mingle with the candlesmoke hovering over his coffee table. “I remember fair hours as a lad, even into my manhood, of which I spent lyende in th’ fields, watching ants in th’ grass. And later, too, we’d hie us to bed with the sonne, the fire banked in the hearth. An’ it happen that if we awakened before dawn, ’twas a simple thing to pass the time in simple ways, be it in prayer or in pleasure…”
The innuendo in his words is clear, but Hob is not looking at Dream; his eyes are unfocused as he stares into the middle distance, revisiting the past via candlelight. Until one of the wicks lets out a small pop, and flares, and he shakes himself, coming back to the present.
“God, sorry,” he says, voice back in the 21st century. “Woolgathering. I’ll go on for an age, me. More wine?”
But Dream’s eyes have also gone unfocused, his lips parted slightly, chest rising and falling with unnecessary breaths as he stares – no, gazes – at Hob. He, too, must shake himself into the present moment at Hob’s offer of more wine. He silently holds out his glass.
“May I ask you a personal question?” Dream says.
“Anything. You know that.”
Dream pauses. Sips. Outside, the sound of the wind has not abated; has grown, if anything, even more dramatic. There is the muffled sound of branches scraping against the side of the building.
“Why,” asks Dream finally, “do you pretend to yourself that you do not want me?”
Hob chokes. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Why do you pretend thus to me?” Dream pursues. “Who has known you longer than any being on this planet or any other; who can know your innermost dreams?”
“What do you mean, other planets?” Hob demands. And then: “Have you been peeking at my dreams?”
“I need not peek, as you put it, to see the truth of the matter. It is writ plain on your face and in your every word and deed. I merely wonder why this truth has hovered before us for over six hundred years and you have yet to press your suit. Do you doubt, after all this time, my affection for you? Do you find me – unworthy?”
Dream sounds, impossibly, almost uncertain. Even vulnerable. Hob sighs heavily and leans forward, elbows on his knees and face in his hands.
“I – God. Dream,” he stammers. “Yes, Christ, I am full of doubts. You stormed away from me when I implied you might be lonely, I… I have never, once, thought I had a suit to press at all. What on earth has brought this on? Now, of all times?”
“I do not know,” Dream murmurs. “Perhaps… this darkness is working on me, as well. Perhaps I am as susceptible to candlelight and nostalgia as the next anthropomorphic personification.”
He smiles, a little quirk of the mouth that contains worlds, and Hob leans over, listing helplessly into Dream’s space as the tapers flicker.
“Fuck,” he whispers, pressing their foreheads together, turning his head to butt his cheekbone against the sharp line of Dream’s nose. “Art thou rēal? Speak you treue?”
“Aye, my Hob,” answers Dream. “Min herte is treue and bilongeth to you.”
A sob catches in the back of Hob’s throat at the words. “Fuck,” he whispers again, “Dream, I’m yours. I am. I always have been. My Dream, min sweven, my leof. Alwei, allesweis…”
Their mouths find each other, then, finally, lip against lip and breath against breath. They kiss for a long, long moment, desperate and hungry and soft all at once, as outside the wind howls coldly around the corners of the New Inn, and inside the light cast by Hob’s candles bathes their whole little world in a cozy glow.
“Take me to bed,” murmurs Dream against Hob’s mouth. “Make me your lover. Show me how you pass the time by candlelight, and in darkness.”
“Oh, darling. Dearheart,” Hob answers. “Nothing in this world or any world past could make me happier.”
And he suits his actions to his words.
#my writing#the sandman#dreamling#dream of the endless#hob gadling#a needlessly complicated title for a truly simple little fic#I've already written this basic premise so many times AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN#the archaic English Hob uses in this fic is based on the most cursory googling#just tell yourself it's all over the place because historically English is.... all over the place#my unpopular opinion is that I think Blade Runner is overrated and yes I will project my opinions onto fictional characters#as usual this started in one place and went in another direction entirely#may post on AO3 tomorrow if the spirit so moves me
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How would the WHB kings (and Valefor) feel about a clingy and affectionate MC? An MC who prefers face-to-face positions during sex so there could be kissing and wants to take their time cuddling after they both cum
Aw, why'd you scratch out Valefor? （；へ：）may I write him anyway here?
Valefor: 'The Big Dipper' is a sex position that will challenge his stamina, show off his strength and give him that face-to-face time with MC who loves every moment of it. His hands are occupied with holding up half of his weight, so he's not able to embrace MC, but they can do all the touching, he loves kissing and connecting during this and MC gets to love up on him all they want and he shows his satisfaction with how hard he's thrusting into them. Aftercare is his best, he's holding MC in his arms, careful not to let the horn that comes from his eye stab them by having their head rest on his chest. Although he was loud during sex, afterward he's quiet, with cute smiles, and soft kisses.
Satan: "Mating Press" (hehee) is Satan's go-to for a clingy MC. He has them folded like a pretzel, legs twitching and moving about as he presses deep into them. He can lean forward and kiss them easily, bite their lips, and their neck, and he can even choke them upon request. Satan isn't known for cuddling, but seeing as how possessive he is, he does it with MC a lot even when they're not fucking. His version of aftercare is tender, with small words of affirmation, eye contact, and waist holding as MC gets to plant so many kisses on him, he's drowning in love.
Mammon: We already saw in his H-scene that "Stand and Carry" is a position he loves but "Sofa Spooning" is great for Mammon because it allows him to cuddle with MC on the couch or in bed, their butt in his lap as he fucks them from that angle. Because of his massive size he can work in any position though, so this is not part of his limits. During this, his arms are snug around MC who's losing their mind over how hot his body is, how deep he is inside them, moving slowly, savoring the moment, kissing their nose, neck, and shoulders. He occasionally grinds against their ass because he loves the feel of it on his hips. Although this isn't face-to-face entirely, he's able to bring his face close to MC so they can see it. Aftercare is a given and he doesn't let go of them at all, doesn't even mind that his cum is leaking on the sheets either. MC isn't moving, not one bit.
Beelzebub: "Jellyfish" position is what he offers MC who wants to face him and hold on to him. He loves this position simply for the fact that he has them in his lap and he has access to just about everything within his touch. He is very talkative, walking MC through their orgasm together, saying how it feels, and asking for them to repeat what he says. "You miss me, don't you?" Is something MC will often hear him say as he plants kisses on their shoulder as he drills into them. He's working on his aftercare tactics...but doesn't stay for long, making sure that MC is snug warm, and comfortable before he takes off to wherever. The most he'll cuddle is for a couple hours before he departs.
Leviathan: "Praying Mantis" is his go-to for a face-to-face sex position, which he also prefers those as well. He seems to have a thing for ankles and legs and loves the look on MC's face when he's gently sliding in when he starts. While MC isn't too close to his body during this position, they can feel his face nuzzle against their calf, his tongue flicking against their ankle. But soon, he'll also start to get needy and switch it up to "Lotus" and demand that MC wraps their arms or hands around his neck and squeeze. Since Levi tends to get rough, aftercare is a given, and he's wonderful at it. Salves, wet towels, heating and cooling pads, drinks, everything is lined up and ready as he talks about what happened to clear any negative air. He's sweet when he wants to be <3
#jwhbnsfwasks🔞#whb kings👑#whb#what in hell is bad#whb valefor#whb satan#whb mammon#whb beelzebub#whb leviathan
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A new character
"I approach the king and bow, before I say: 'Greetings, most noble King Tanarath, first of your name. Allow me to introduce my friends and my humble self.'" Brian said enthusiastically.
There was a moment of silence on the table before Dylan, another of the players, groaned: "Dude..."
Brian blinked and readjusted his glasses. Dylan sighed and explained: "You're not playing your bard anymore. That is totally out of character for a barbarian! Look at your intelligence stat. There's no way your character would even be able to form sentences like that."
"Oh. Right." Brian said. It had been four sessions now since his bard had died at the hand of a wicked owlbear, and although he had been sad about it, Brian had really looked forward to playing something else, for a change.
So, he had created Briarok, his barbarian. While he absolutely loved his new character stat-wise, he sometimes had trouble of actually playing the huge, muscled and dumb-as-a-brick man.
"So, I guess, I just go: 'Yo, king! What's up?'?"
Brian could feel the cringe in the room. Why was it so difficult for him to get into character? Steven, the dungeon master rolled his eyes. "Uhm... okay, let's try this one more time. Before I continue the session, I'd like you to say something in character. You just need to get into it, Brian."
"Yes, Brian, you need to... become one... with... your... barbarian." Dylan mocked in a slow, hypnotic voice and laughed.
"Okay, I think I got this." Brian said. He thought about the character he had created. Brian had chosen the barbarian class because of the raw power and durability it provided. He wanted to be able to protect himself and his friends from harm. Besides, barbarians were just plain awesome. Brian also chose the name Briarok, because he thought it was a cool name.
However, getting into the primitive mindset was difficult for him, especially since he was used to play a bard with lots of charisma.
Brian rolled up his sleeves, took a deep breath and flexed his unimpressive muscles.
"Alright!" he said in a loud voice and nodded.
The other players looked at him with disbelief, before Dylan laughed again: "Okay, that was kind of cool. I give you a 7/10 for trying."
However, something weird had happened. Brian was the stereotypical nerd, with no muscles to speak of. However, when he just flexed, small mounds of muscle popped up on his arms. When he relaxed his arms, however, the bumps did not shrink away again, but stayed visible.
"What the..." he mumbled and rolled up his sleeves further, trying to get a better view.
He could see his own arm, and the small protrusions. It wasn't much, but it looked definitely different from before. Wanting to explore further, his eyes scanned the room before settling on the six pack of large soda bottles on the floor. Usually, he had his fair difficulties lifting the 12 kilograms worth of beverages, but right now, it was easier. It was still a notable weight, but somehow, it felt lighter than before. In fact, he longer he lifted it up, the lighter it felt.
"Hey, guys?" Brian asked, while still staring at the soda bottles.
"Yeah?" Steven replied.
"What's the heaviest thing in this room?"
"Uhm... I'm not sure." Steven mumbled.
"The sofa?" Dylan offered.
"Not sure, but it's pretty heavy."
"Yeah, probably."
Brian placed the large bottle down again and flexed his arms. Bi- and triceps were now clearly visible on them, and didn't disappear when he stopped flexing, like before. His arms weren't the only thing to change, Brian noticed as he went over to the sofa. His shirt clung to his back, as if it was several sizes too small for him and his pants felt constricting as well.
Brian bent down and grabbed the sofa. Were his hands bigger than before? He needed to know now. With a grunt, he started lifting. Very slowly at first, but then it became quicker and easier.
Brian should be confused and normally, his brain would have gone to overdrive, trying to process what was happening, but for some reason, Brian only felt... good about it! His thoughts were slower than usual, but he felt a good deal of pride. He managed to lift a sofa with ease! That was awesome! He bet nobody else in this room was able to do that. He was the strongest of them!
With the sofa safely on the ground, he turned around to look at his friends.
They were all staring at him, eyes wide. Brian couldn't remember having seen anyone looking that surprised. Dylan looked at him and slowly shook his head. "Dude. Did you just lift a sofa?"
"Yeah, I did!" Brian answered with a big smile.
Dylan's mouth opened a little further, and his eyes went wider.
"You're all... ripped and stuff." Dylan remarked.
"Yeah, it's awesome! But sorry guys, I have to get out of my shirt and pants now, they're way to small."
Brian began to fumble on his button fly with his large hands and needed several moments to get it open. The buttons almost flew through the room as he released them.
The reason for the enormous pressure was not only Brian's package. His hips had become considerably wider and stronger. His ass was pronounced and muscular and exerted its own pressure to the construct. However, even though it was not *only* Brian's package, it certainly also had a part: his entire crotch region had become bigger and more prominent. Brian's soft cock made a clear outline on his retro pants. Would it become hard, Brian was sure it would rip right through them.
Brian took his pants off and stood there in only his underwear. It was now tighter than ever and stuck to his body. He gave his friend a broad grin and tried to work on his shirt. That, however, proved to be way more difficult. By now his shirt looked like it was painted on him, showing the clear outline of impressive pectoral muscles and at least a six pack underneath.
"Damn, man! You're... hot!" Dylan said in awe while Brian was still trying to wiggle out of his shirt.
With a frustrated grunt and a gasp from his friends, Brian finally resolved the problem another way. He grabbed his collar with both of his strong hands, and with a bulge of his massive arms, he just ripped the clothing in two, from top to bottom. His undershirt went down the middle, along with the remnants of his destroyed button fly, as he held up the pieces in front of himself.
Victory! He just felt like shouting, so he roared loudly in triumph and threw the remnants of his clothes to the ground.
Grinning broadly, he grabbed his chair and pulled it away from the table before sitting down with his legs spread widely. Man-spreading like that and readjusting his large package shamelessly, Briarok rumbled loudly in his deep new voice:
"Alright! Where were we? I want to kill stuff!"
Dylan, Steven and the other friends had trouble to hide their erections from the display of raw power.
Steven gulped and continued: "Okay, so, after speaking to the king, you venture out into the cold mountains..."
I think I would enjoy playing with that dude afterwards! What do you think? If you want to see stories like this as soon as they appear, alongside exclusive content like the 15(!) picture candidates that did not make it into this story, be sure to subscribe to my riot page!
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Happy holidays to you all lovely people, here's some spicy Levi thoughts for you (EXCEPT FOR CHILDREN, GO WATCH DIGIMON OR SOMETHING):
Young, thug Levi angry f-king you because he was jealous:
It was not like you and Levi were in a relationship. You did see each other and sleep in each other's houses from time to time. You were not officially a thing but it was not like you are seeing other people too. You just hit it naturally.
One day, Levi saw you having dinner with the merchant's son from the surface. He booked an entire restaurant and asked his private chef to cook for you. You sold fake alcohol to his father and Levi provided protection for them whenever they visited the Underground. Levi knew the son had an eye for you.
But this was not in his agenda. The son was being protected by another thug gang and you were wearing your sleeveless tops with a short tight skirt that showed your thighs. You saw Levi watching you from the rooftop but you acted like you did not see him and continued the dinner. You were sure Levi was pissed.
But when the son asked you to sleep with him, you told him that you sell fake alcohol, not your body. And you left after you take the last drag of the expensive wine he brought from the surface.
.
When you slammed the door shut and bolted the door, you turned to see a familiar silhouette in the dark living room. You rolled your eyes and lit the lamp by the door.
"The fuck you sit in the dark for?" you blew the match off.
Levi did not turn, "so now you're sleeping for money, huh? Like a whore?"
You set the lamp on the coffee table and dropped your belongings onto the floor. Pulling your tops off your head, you replied, "yea, why? Do I need your permission to sleep with someone else? I'm not yours, Levi."
Just as your vision cleared when your tops was off your face, Levi was inches from your face. You jolted in shock, but Levi pushed you onto the sofa. You fell face first onto the seat, and Levi pinned you down from behind.
"You're mine and only mine, Y/N," you heard Levi unbuckling his belt. "Imma fuck you until you remember that."
You felt the cool air on your butt cheeks as Levi pushed your skirt up and pulled your panties to the side. You tried to protest, "wai-," but Levi pushed his hardened penis into your hole.
You screamed in pain and you squeezed your inside in response. Levi pulled your upper body up and lean you against the backrest of the sofa. Your body was shaking as you adjust to his size. He unclipped your bra and grabbed your chest. He pinched your hardened nipples as he bit into your neck.
Your heart was palpitating quickly and you were panting from the shock. You could feel your hole squeezing and releasing on itself as you adjust to his size. With Levi's big, rough palms on massaging your breasts, you could feel yourself getting heated.
"Levi.." you moaned his name. He licked the side of your neck before sucking your skin. You moaned again.
Levi released one of your breasts, and pushed two of his fingers into your opened mouth. You sucked on his fingers before he pulled out. With his wet fingers, he massaged your sensitive bean above your hole. With just a brush of his fingers, your body jolted with pleasure. Using his knees, Levi spread your legs and your hips were against his body. His fingers were moving in circles, rubbing your bean. An electric shock of pleasure zapped from your lower body to your brain, and your first instinct was to grab his hand. But Levi moved faster. He grabbed yours with his other hand and secured them by your neck.
You groaned in pleasure. You couldn't help but rub your ass on Levi's body. You felt your hole had loosen up and your walls were lubricated by your and Levi's precum. Levi felt it too.
"Fuck, you're so horny," Levi pressed your body onto the headrest of the sofa, your knees buried deep in the sofa. He had his palms on your hips firmly. And he pulled out his hardened penis from your hole before slamming deep into you again. Your eyes rolled as his cock rubbed on your walls and hit into your sweet spot so good. You screamed, but Levi did not give you time to enjoy.
He continued thrusting his hip, pulling back and slamming into you again and again. The pressure of your bodies hitting together and the wet noises from your lower body overtaken your head. Your eyes were rolled into the back of your empty head as your body was overstimulated with pleasure with every thrust. Your fingers dug into the sofa, knees shaking, threatening to give way but Levi's thighs were supporting yours upright.
Weak moans escaped your throats as your mouth left agape. Your head was blank and your closed your eyes when you cummed. You could feel the warm wetness between your legs, and Levi groaned as he felt it too.
"Shi'-" Levi pulled out and cummed on your lower back. You were panting, sucking in mouthful of air. Your body was still numb with pleasure and excitement, but Levi wouldn't let you rest.
He pushed you, back first, onto the sofa and folded your knees to your chest. "Levi! Wait!' you cried.
But Levi wouldn't listen. He pushed himself into your swollen and red hole, and started fucking you hard again. You clenched your hole involuntarily as you threw your head back, moaned in pleasure. Levi lifted himself up and slammed into you deeper. You screamed.
Levi grabbed one of your breasts, "yes, scream! Scream my name! Let them know I fuck you good!" Levi bent over to suck your nipple. Your were attacked with two pleasure points at once. One on your nipple and one between your legs, and you couldn't focus on which one was better. You were overstimulated. You could think of nothing but Levi, so you screamed his name over and over.
Levi's cock penetrating your wet walls and hitting your sweet spot made you cummed so many times your lower body was wet with body fluid. Your body was having involuntary spasm, and Levi knew you were at your limit.
He grabbed your face and crashed into your lips harshly, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You were fighting his tongue with yours but you lost. Levi pulled away, and whispered, "I'll make you cum until I say stop."
With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched your clit. Your overstimulated body went overboard, and your body jerked in response. You cummed so hard your body was shaking. Levi pulled out his penis and ejected his warm fluid onto your tummy.
He then collapsed onto you, his head resting on your shoulder. You both laid there for a while, panting for air. Your warm and slimy bodies slowly intertwined as you wrapped your arms around his back. After a while, you felt light kisses on your shoulder. Levi was kissing your skin gently.
He slowly went up your neck. You tilted your head and met his lips with yours. Your lips locked, sucking on each other hungrily, tongues dueling each other. You both pulled back at the same time, staring at each other with half closed eyes.
Levi swallowed and said, "be mine, Y/N. Because I'm already yours."
You echoed, "I'm already yours, Levi."
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Beach Balls.
Barou Shouei x FemReader x Nagi Seishiro
What would it take to convince Barou Shouei to end up on a beach? It’s messy, sand gets everywhere, it’s unhygienic. Who knew it would be so simple —You, a bikini and Nagi Seishiro, the hassle man who didn’t seem to get the hint that you were the kings queen. He’d share this once but only to get his point across.
Kinda an extra spin off from this story: Pudding <linked
Warnings: 18+ MDNI • all aged up 23+• Smut • f/m only • Nagi watches/joins in • Establish relationship with Barou • public sex • beach/summer theme • Nagi and Barou bickering • reader oblivious to Nagi’s interest • size kink • praise / degradation kink • lazy 3some • Barou Doms • prone bone position • fluff with Barou at the end • funny plot twist ending as usual for my bllk fics lol THAT AINT SUNLOTION BRUH •
Hope it’s worth it guys! Took me so long to get this done! It was wayy longer than I planned but it’s so 🌶️ skip to the end of you don’t have patience cause it’s funny nagi is a lil shit💀
Fuck it was hot.
This temperature was ridiculous.
Everything was sticky and it made you lethargic.
Life was hard at the moment, seriously.
“Quit sighin’ will ya? You’re pissing me off.”
The side eye you gave Barou was bombastic, unfazed as always, immune to your death glares he strode by in nothing but tiny ass man shorts that gripped his ass tighter with each stride.
Huge body rippling, sweat beads lightly down him dipping through the lines of his ridiculous muscles that your tongue knew so well.
You groaned again and Barou threw a glare over his shoulder.
“You deaf? Fuck off somewhere else.”
“I was appreciating you so hard it made me groan actually, you dildo!”
“Dildo?!”
“Yeah,”
“Keep up the snark and I’ll buy you a box of them when I leave your ass,”
“Single life doesn’t suit me, thanks for the offer though my best dildo ♡”
“Fucking brat.”
You snickered as Barou left the living room and you watched his tight shorts hug his ass as he walked away. Your phone pinged, which you ignored because reaching for it on the glass table across from your sprawled out form on the sofa was simply too hard. The air con was on, blowing by occasionally and it kept the house cool, but moving soon took away the pleasure of coolness to break into a sweat.
Another couple pings echoed in the living room until your curiosity outweighed your pain of having to move.
Isagi:
Bachira and I are heading to the beach, who’s coming?
Bachira:
Let’s go! ;) I have a ball! :D
Reo:
Busy, have a good time tho.
Nagi:
Seems like a bother, it’s too hot I don’t wanna move. :x
Barou:
No. Get rid of my number peasants.
You:
Sure! Can we volley ball? Where shall I meet you guys? ♡
Nagi:
Kay, I’ll come.
Bachira:
Hahahahahaha cute Nagi! Yeeeees we can! I’ll be on ur team 😍
Reo:
🤢 Nagi.
Isagi:
💀 meet at our usual cafe? Say 12pm? I haven’t played volleyball but I’ll give it a go!
You:
I’ll show you boys how to handle balls in different ways, don’t worry. Best to be taught by a pro after all. 😜
Nagi:
s’ that a promise? :x
Reo:
I thought better of you Nagi. Girl, keep that shit between you and king asshole.
You:
Sure @Nagi! I’ll teach you, aren’t you going to watch videos tho? How you usually learn? @Reo Hahahaha, he really is an asshole ♡
You locked your phone whilst you swung your feet from the sofa and checked the time, thirty minutes before you needed to leave.
Barou wasn’t within your line of sight as you changed into a hot pink bikini that complimented your skin tone, sliding on some denim shorts that were truthfully a little on a short side and grabbing a white tank top.
Packing a small bag of drinks, lotion and towels, spare pair of flip flops to avoid Barou screaming about sand in the house, you said bye to said man but had no response.
Foolishly assuming that Barou had seen the group chat, knowing where you were going and what you were doing.
The man was in the garden working out, despite the radio active freaking heat —he was still as strict and dedicated rain or shine. His headphones in and the group chat turned to silent because such kings shouldn’t be associated with such peasants.
Isagi had set up your section impressively, making it as private as possible by hiring a location with a barrier around, you presumed to keep any media away or any on lookers who might recognise the boys.
Apparently if you weren’t with them they’d be less bothered, but dragging you into their media frenzies were less preferable, Barou would have their heads after all.
The section of the beach was fairly quiet despite the blaring heat, you pushed your hair back as you walked from the water, ends of your hair twisting around your hand as you drained the salt water from it. Eyes looking off to the side as you scanned the beach absentmindedly.
Failing to notice the boys watching, Bachira elbowed Isagi who was watching with just as much interest as Nagi.
“See Isagi? She’s pretty~!” His sing song voice, the teasing tone matched his current posture; legs crossed and his hands placed on the sand in the gap between them as he rocked his body slightly.
Grey eyes peering over his phone, interest finally swayed by the dribblers words, he greedily drank you in and his lazy mind quickly forming ideas that didn’t seem so bothersome. Nagi watched your hands running through your hair before twisting it to the side, tits bouncing lightly in that skimpy pink bikini. He swore he could see each drop of water slide down your body, disappearing into your cleavage and bikini bottoms —both places he’d happily bury his face into.
Seishiro swallowed thickly suddenly ripping from his daze only to notice they weren’t the only males on the beach staring at you. The odd girl slapping their boyfriends arms and one even pushing his face into the sand.
Nagi I didn’t even hear you until you prodded his forehead,
“Hey, earth to Sei!”
“Uh - hi.”
You blinked, head tilting as you looked him over sat under the shade of the umbrella.
“You okay Sei?”
You crouched down to him, he swallowed thickly again when your fingers brushed his hair from his eyes and forehead, pressing the back of your hand to it.
And he froze, training his eyes on your face and to not look down at your tits pressed together so close to his own face, barely covered in that bikini… if that strap came undone, god that’s all it would take for him to get an eyeful. Hell it was tempting -it would be easy, he’s so much taller than you all he’d need to do is stand next to you and pull on it without you even knowing.
“Hmm, you’re not really hot but your cheeks are a little red. Make sure you keep drinking ‘kay?”
He nodded completely dazed and doe eyed in his own lazy way, looking up at you like a child not really hearing a word you say because his eyes were hyper focused on those pretty plump lips moving.
“You haven’t taken your t-shirt off, did you put cream on?”
Nagi shook his head whilst shrugging and turned his eyes back to his phone that had laid forgotten in his limp hands on his lap.
You sat on the towel laid out for you, laying on your back you sighed in contentment and closed your eyes to enjoy the sun that beamed down to dry the water from your cooled skin.
It was pleasant, listening to Nagi’s fingers tapping on his screen, the occasional noise from his game and his little noises to signal his progression.
Until a shadow loomed over you, the heat from the sun disappearing instantly causing you to frown.
You don’t recall seeing a cloud in the sky today, or anywhere nearby when you were in the water not ten minutes ago.
“Woman-“
You opened an eye to see none other than Barou stood over you blocking the mighty sun with his ridiculous body, looming over you as a shadow with red eyes glowing.
“If you’re gonna say anything about chocolate melting in the sun-“
“Fuck you playing at?”
“It’s the scene from white chicks?”
You sat up onto your elbows and looked at him in question as his gaze only got harsher on your attempt of humour to deflect his doom and gloom presence. His attitude and stare caused annoyance to bite at your skin, his tone carrying accusation like you’d done something wrong.
“Nothing?”
“You didn’t think to ask or tell me you were leaving? Didn’t I tell you stay away from the louse?”
“I don’t have to ask you anything Barou, I thought you seen the chat and heard me say bye. Will you stop calling him a louse? He has a fucking name.”
“Yeah, Nagi. Naaaa-gi. Say it.”
Red eyes slid to said man, that was speaking in his lazy voice that made Barou’s teeth grind. Nagi was merely looking back at Barou with his usual bored gaze but the closer Barou looked the more he seen the fucking taunt glistening in those usual apathetic eyes.
“You’re dead hassle man.”
It took you a mere second to stand and press your finger into Barou’s chest, stepping forward into his space and getting up in his face. You didn’t expect him to step backwards and he didn’t, if you weren’t so annoyed you’d see his eyes soften, ever so slightly, when they met your own.
“No. He isn’t, unless you want a fucking scene here Barou sort it out, I have no idea what the hell is going on with you two but I’m done with it.”
You, Nagi and Barou were too absorbed in the moment to see blue and yellow eyes peering over the beach barrier set up around your spot, they were stood on the other side like spying teens with their fingers gripping the top.
“She’s -“
Isagi nodded as if he knew what Bachira was gonna say, really he didn’t, but he assumed it was to do with your feisty side that you hid so well. Really it wasn’t surprising —dealing with Barou wasn’t easy. It made sense that he liked someone who held their own.
“Thing is, Barou likes it.”
“Huh? What’cha mean Isagi?”
“Look at his cheeks!”
Bachira turned his eyes back and saw the tinge that prickled across the kings cheeks, barely noticeable until Isagi had pointed it out.
“Isagi the monster says we should leave now,”
“Yeah… she’ll handle it, right?”
You sighed as if relieving the annoyance and lowered your hand, finger tips brushing against Barou’s wrist as he glared off to the side.
“Stay?” You lowered your voice so only he’d hear and you watched his frown deepen signalling he heard you, “-please? You know I’m happier when you’re around B.”
“Buttering me up ain’t gonna do shit-“
“Fine, go sulk.”
You waved over your shoulder and sat back on your towel, part of you was surprised he was even here —he didn’t like the sand because it was messy and got everywhere. But here he stood with his shoes in his hand and his toes buried in the pretty white grains.
“Tch,” Barou sneered, eyes rolling he reached back and grabbed his t-shirt by the back of his neck, pulling it off in one motion and folding it neatly in your beach bag.
His red eyes turned towards the water, rolling his neck and shoulder, that’s when you noticed Barou had his hair down, half up into a bun. And he looked freaking goooooood.
Nagi watched as love hearts formed in your eyes, pupils changing shape as you looked on dreamily at the man causing him to pout, his little famous x shape forming as he felt suddenly forgotten about.
“Stupid king,” he mumbled, annoyed with the fact he finally had your attention getting you both alone for it only to be swiftly interrupted. He swore Barou had some kind of sixth sense when it came to you.
“Comin?”
Barou looked over his shoulder at you, annoyance was still biting at him but he found it hard to keep it up with you —after all you weren’t the reason he was wound up. Not like he would admit in a thousand years that Nagi Seishiro was getting under his skin.
Your name being called to your left took your attention from Barou, not noticing Nagi had stood to his full height and removed his shirt. Rubbing the back of his neck to express he was feeling somewhat awkward as he held a bottle of sun lotion out.
You weren’t looking at that though, your mouth fell slack at the condition Nagi was in —shocked at what he hid under those baggy clothes. You knew his height matched Barou and sometimes when Nagi actually straightened you could have sworn he was slightly taller than the king himself. He always looked so lean, so slender and it was a shock to see he was built like a freaking god under those clothes.
Barou was big, the man was packing in every sense so you were hardly starved but this was surprising and you must have been gawking because you felt your jaw clack as you closed it. Nagi’s voice bringing you back to clarity as guilt surged through you —it made you worried about looking back at Barou stood behind you, hoping to the gods he didn’t see your jaw slacken.
“Can you put this on my back f’me? It’s such a hassle,”
Barou’s eye twitched behind you, throbbing vein at his temple and his fists clenched.
“Uh- sure Nagi, can you sit down?”
“Like fuck yo-“
The smirk that twitched on Nagi’s mouth was aimed at Barou and he got the message, seeing nothing but red as your hands worked the lotion into Nagi’s back and shoulders. Sat on your knees cushioned by the sand, red eyes had to turn away, the boiling of his stomach acid churned him inside out.
He couldn’t show his jealousy, his ego far out weighing it in refusal on letting Nagi win this bullshit -it was not happening.
If that’s how he wanted to play, Barou would play harder. But instead of making him jealous over you touching him, Barou was going to get across that he was the only one who could touch you.
“All done Sei~!”
“Oi-“ you hummed at turned your attention to Barou who nodded his head, silently asking you to come near him, “-hand it over.”
He held his hand out for the lotion and you passed it to him as he told you to lay down on the towel again, straddling the backs of your thighs as he seated himself above you.
Nagi’s head tilted as he watched the position, Barou ignoring his existence as he squirted cream onto your back, undoing your bikini straps so his large hands could work into your skin.
“Ngh- B that feels s’ good.”
“Yeah?”
Your airy moans were a fucking godsend, Seishiro watched intently as he stared from his position watching you turn into putty under Barou’s hands.
“You got somewhere else to be, hassle man?”
“Not really.”
Barou sneered, shifting his knees for his highs to spread further, from Nagi’s angle it looked like a mere shift of comfort. To you though it was Barou pressing his growing semi into your ass, spreading his legs to push his hips forward letting you know that your little feisty attitude wasn’t brushed under the rug.
Your breath hitched in your throat, hands forming into fists as you tensed under him.
“Whats up?” Barou’s voice carried amusement, that mocking tone was obvious to you but seemingly harmless to someone who had no idea he was pushing his hardening dick into the swell of your ass.
Oh fuck him.
Seriously.
Literally.
No- Sei was still beside you, you stole a glance only to see the white haired man had moved himself to squat next to Barou. His eyes watching your skin and drinking in whatever he could. Sei’s cock twitched, that hum of arousal shot through his body.
“I wanna go-“
“Fuck off louse, go find something else better to do,”
“Nah, I wanna do this.”
Sei pressed his finger into your shoulder, running it up to your neck only for Barou to slap his hand away.
“Don’t you get it? She’s not yours-“
“Can’t you just share?”
What?
For the second time in ten minutes your breath hitched in your throat, lifting yourself onto your elbows completely forgetting Barou had undone your bikini straps.
The realisation hitting you like a fucking train.
This was why they were fighting all the time? Because Nagi wanted to share you?
Nagi Seishiro liked you?
“What the hell is going on?”
“Uh- y/n.”
You ignored Nagi’s attempt to speak, eyes widening, pink dusting across his cheeks as it crawled up his neck, his index finger pointing out which you didn’t follow due to being flustered by the sudden possibility that Nagi was interfering like this because he liked you.
“Is this why you boys are constantly fighting? Holy, what the-“
“Your uh-, I can see them.”
“What?” You blinked and Nagi blinked back at you, pointing you followed his finger to your exposed breasts, Barou all but slammed you down into the towel, your muffled umph as you almost got a mouthful of sand.
“Looks like I gotta show ya-“
Barou’s voice darkened in a way that actually worried you, his ego clearly soaring over his common sense and his patience long gone.
Barou shifted his hands, moving to your ass and grabbing it, spreading your cheeks for his thumbs to dip along the lines of your bikini bottoms pressing down on the lips of your pussy.
“B-Barou no, we-“
“Shut it, you’re pissin’ me off, always sticking up for him and shithead isn’t getting the hint, it’ll be two birds with one stone.”
An airy moan left you as one of his thumbs moved under the thin material and pressed against your hole, clenching around nothing in response at him pressing it into you.
Your head dipped, forehead leaning into your clenched hands in front of you as your elbows held up your weight when his thumb slid in.
Your eyes side glanced to Nagi who was watching Barou’s hands, his concentration on par with how he watched his soccer videos. Pink dusted his cheeks enough to compare with your own.
Barou slid his thumb in to the knuckle, twisting his hand to run his index finger to your clit, pushing the slick that was starting to drool from his thumb buried in your pussy.
“Tilt your hips up,” you did as he asked and moaned out at the pressure he applied to your clit, running hot circles around it making you buck backwards the best you could, Barou’s weight still holding your legs down as he rested on the backs of your thighs.
“What a little whore, you’re a fucking mess already, not supposed to be enjoyin’ this.”
“Ba- ngh - you need to stop,”
“Nah keep going crappy king.”
“Shut it louse, think you are giving me orders huh?“
Your body running hot was enough to ignore the bickering, rotating your hips so Barou’s index finger moved with it was enough to draw their eyes and attention back to you. The airy little moan leaving your lips as your ass jiggled with movement.
“Shit, pretty thing you look good.”
“Then listen to it hassle man, cause that’s as close as you’re ever gonna get.”
Barou shifted his hands and you whine from the feel of him leaving you, only to freeze when he lifted himself slightly from your hips, his shorts rustling behind you and his cock slapping against his stomach as he released it.
Reaching down he gripped the base, lowering it to slap on your ass a few times, his spare hand landed by your shoulder as he tilted over you pressing the head of his dick between the dip in your ass, sliding it down to your hole.
“Fuck -Barou we can’t-“
“Says who huh?”
“The fucking law, what if someone sees us? You guys are fucking famous it’s-“
“Quit whinin’ just have to keep it down won’t you?”
You cursed under your breath, hitching then in your throat as he started to push into you and it hurt. The angle was tight, Barou was massive —both girth and length gifting him to go with that ridiculous, unearthly body he had.
Your legs pressed together, his weight on the back of your thighs holding you down as he leaned into you, you didn’t know how well you’d take him like this —he was too big for the prone bone position.
“Fuck you’re tight-“
“You’re-I can’t take you like this-“ you whined under him, pussy throbbing to have him fill you so well like he always done, but struggling to take his cock as you were.
“Tch,” Barou shifted, leaning into his hand by your shoulder, lifting his hips slightly from you allowing you to shift your own position and slapping your ass cheek watching it jiggle, “-get that fat fuckin’ ass up, yeah like that -push up with your just hips, off your elbows head down.”
You moved whilst he instructed, your cheek pressing into the towel covering the sand and hips managing to push up a little from it.
Barou’s hand gripped your ass cheek and spread it watching the head of his dick ease into your hole, feeling that pop as the thick head pushed through the right ring.
“Yeahhh, s’fucking it. You gonna swallow this dick?”
You almost forgot Nagi was even there, moaning in response as Barou slowly started to sink into you, bullying that thick dick through your tight hole.
It was a struggle taking him like this, tears pricking at your eyes, teeth clenching and drool starting to spill from your mouth onto the towel.
You felt impossibly full, he was already rubbing against your g-spot that heat building in your pussy making you clench around him, hips wiggling against him to try encourage something.
“Pretty thing, you gonna answer?”
As if suddenly snapping back to reality and Nagi reminding you he was there, you shifted —or went to, Barou reacted to take your attention from Nagi and forcefully snapped his hips forward, driving the rest of his cock until his balls pressed against your thighs .
And you screamed.
Nagi’s hand shot out, shoving three fingers knuckle deep into your mouth to muffle your noise.
“You gotta be quiet pretty, thought you didn’t want anyone knowing?“
Your gummy walls distracted Barou to the point his mouth fell open slightly, dick flexing in you as his eyes unfocused into a daze, absentmindedly staring at Nagi’s fingers in your mouth, effectively gagging you —those little muffled noises, watching you struggle in this position to take him, how fucking tight you felt around his cock.
Fuck.
Fuuuuckkkk. He wasn’t gonna last two minutes unless he calmed himself down. His heart was thumping in his ribs, arousal shooting through his body and rushing to his cock, that pleasurable wave rushing through his lower stomach. He moved his hands to place just above his knees still bent at your sides as he sat on the back of your thighs.
His hips tilted forward enough to get himself balls deep into you, enough to push the fat and muscle of your ass up when his hips met yours.
You whimpered when he moved, testing your tolerance and seeing how uncomfortable you really were.
As much as he liked to push you actually hurting you in any way, emotionally or physically, was off the cards for Shouei. Sharing you like this was only to make a point, to show you and hassle man that he wasn’t just king on the pitch —he had a queen off it and she was his alone.
This was just a method that boosted his ego, just a way to do something outta spite.
He might feel guilt ping at him later but right now he was stopping himself from cumming and stuffing you with cum fifteen seconds after bullying his cock into you.
This was new —his ego and adrenaline mixing, seeing you get gagged by Nagi whilst full of your lovers cock in public?
Fuck, it mixed into some foreign feeling that was making him fucking feral. He never wanted to let loose on you like this, fighting the urge to pin you to the towel and fuck you until you were both raw. That racing heart elevated his breathing, starting to pant through his nose as he watched the side of your face.
You were so pretty, so fucking beautiful… so perfect for him.
Nagi felt your moaning vibrate against his fingers, as Barou started to move dragging himself from you slowly only to harshly punch his cock back in that tight squeeze. It made Nagi’s cock uncomfortably hard in his swim trunks, he could see you physically struggling in this position. He felt his dick leaking at the slit, throbbing and flexing at your attempt to take Barou like this.
Nagi wasn’t anything to shy away from, his length being his winner, but even he’d admit Barou Shouei was packing a cock. Not like it was a surprise seeing it again today, Barou strode around blue lock’s baths enough back in the day, but seeing it in action like this kinda made it look more daunting. But the white haired genius didn’t feel sorry for you, he just wished he could see more of your drooling hole swallowing it up.
Nagi pressed his finger tips to your tongue and your lips closed around his fingers, tongue rising to slide between his digits as his eyes watched yours glass over into some dazed, fucked dumb expression.
Barou’s hips hitting you with a slower pace but it was rough and consistent, punching his cock into you so deeply and hitting that sweet spot almost instantly.
Nagi watched your fingers dig into the towel, sinking into the sand under it and he fell to his knees, the sand was scratchy against his skin but it was easily forgotten when he pulled the top of his trunks, his long cock slapping his stomach.
He exhaled heavily at the relief, spare hand wrapping around his length as his lazy gaze turned half hooded, glassy on the scene of Barou’s thick cock disappearing into the dip between your ass cheeks and thighs. He could see your slick coating Barou’s dick, he’d rather have better view of your pussy —seeing it stretched out and drooling but this would do for now.
The skin slapping, the squelching made it easy to time his fist to fuck his cock into his hand.
Barou’s gaze from you didn’t falter, completely fixated on your face that he could see, drool starting to spill down the side of his mouth as he kept his slow, hard pace, his hips cushioned by your ass every time they met.
Nagi’s fingers moved around your tongue, spreading them to let you suck on them. Rolling his palm over the head of his dick smearing pre that leaked from the slit and his hips bucked up into his hand.
“Damn woman, you’re sucking my dick in, let it go. Can’t fuck you faster if you keep squeezing like that.”
That deep voice of your lover brought you some clarity, his order filtering through the daze his dick put you in.
You arched back more for him, arms stretched out in front of you like a cat, ass moving up into the air and you felt the restriction instantly free up.
“Risking breaking your back to get fucked good?” His hand slapped across your ass so harshly you jolted, hissing as the sting spread across your cheek.
Barou leaned over you, his hands sliding around to cup your neck and under your jaw locking his fingers together at the front bring you back up with him. Nagi’s fingers falling from your mouth, spit covered he used it to rub over his cock, now fisting his dick with both.
“S-Shit,” Nagi’s mouth fell open slightly, smacking his jaw as he watched your body arch beautifully. Back curving and ass back against Barou, he was using your neck as leverage to fuck you. His hands felt good, using two was better as he could overstimulate himself but rolling his palm across his head, “-lemme use her hand, I don’t wanna do it m’self.”
Nagi’s lazy drawl did nothing to waiver Barou, or his attention.
Instead your hands flew to Barou’s waist behind you for support to balance yourself and he pressed his lips to your temple, peppering kisses down the side to your ear, biting on the lobe before sucking, his thumbs rubbing circles on the base of your neck, fingers still locked on your throat. His hot breath fanning across his wet trail of kisses, his deep moan and rough voice right in your ear as goosebumps spread over your skin.
“Oi louse, touch her clit. Get her to cum.”
Nagi pouted, side eying Barou as he felt torn on his choices.. doing as Barou says only to watch you cum over his dick or finally get a feel and taste of you?
Was it worth it, would his ego-
“N-Nagi please,”
Yeah, it’s totally worth it. Nagi would just his own cards, use this to his advantage.
“Huh?”
Your eyes met his finally, a side look only but enough to make his dick throb in his hand. Your pretty glassy eyes, pink tinged across your cheeks and drool lining from one corner to your chin, loose strands of hair sticking to your forehead, lightly choked by your lover behind you, tits bouncing with each thrust from Barou as you panted in air.
His head tilted as if to act oblivious to your needs, playing his poker face at his usual master level.
“You need something pretty?”
You nodded and he let out an airy moan as he slowed his hand, finger tips grazing over his tip.
He knew his pre cum was smeared over his fingers as he reached forward to press against your clit clumsily, using it to aid the small circles he started to rub, feeling it stretched out from Barou bullying himself into you.
“Ah -here? Does it feel good?”
You released a breathy fuck yessss, hips jolting with each punch of Barou’s hips.
“M’close Bar-Nag-ngh. Oh fucck-“
Nagi’s posture changed, his slouched position straightened those grey, slated brown eyes darkening as his ego took advantage of the situation. Shifting to be in front of you, his long, thick thighs resting either side of Barou’s, one hand fisting his dick and the other rolling across your clit, he wanted you to watch him to see him.
And you did, eyes focusing on his long dick being stroked just under you, those little pink tinged cheeks of his and that darkening look in his eyes. Strands of white hair sticking to his face as beads of sweat started to dribble down his chest.
It was enough to tip you over, the surge suddenly hitting you off guard.
“I’m cumming - I’m cumming!”
“Yeah-“ Nagi didn’t let up, his finger picking up a pace over your hardened clit helping on sending you over the edge, “-I’ll help you cum, pretty, kings not enough huh?”
“You fucking- fuck-“ Barou’s attempt to sneer was cut off as your hips pushed back into his, your pussy clenching down on his dick swallowing him and you went so tight he couldn’t pull back.
“You’re dead,” the breathy gruffness carried threat, but those glazed red eyes showed Barou was enjoying it far more than he was willing to let off.
“I done what you asked, king. You wanted me to help her cum on you right? Don’t you know her well enough?”
Nagi could have sworn he seen red flash across his eyes, Barou’s gaze darkening more than he’d seen on the pitch.
“Thanks for warming her up, she’s drooling over my dick now. Time I show you how she likes to be fucked, how a king fucks.”
Barou released your neck, your body weight falling forward and your hands pressing into Nagi’s chest to catch yourself, your lips a mere breath from his, eyes meeting he fell back onto his elbows when Barou pushed your shoulders down.
It made you lower on Nagi, tits pressing up against his cock and your face into his six pack.
“Ass up, woman-“
Barou gripped the back of your neck pushing you down and forcing you to stay fixed, your ass arched back still in prone bone and Nagi was literally held under you, Barou using your body weight and his strength to keep him there.
It was fucking mean, cruel even, how he left you moaning and whining, drooling onto Nagi’s chest as Barou started to fuck you and it was nasty.
Your ass rippling with each time his hips met it, your tits bouncing against Nagi’s dick making his hips roll up in time with it. His head tilting back, white hair falling with him as his glassy eyes went half hooded, it felt good -too fucking good. He was leaking pre everywhere, cock flexing under the weight of your tits.
Barou used fucking you as a way to tit fuck Nagi and the lazy genius wasn’t sure how long he was gonna last.
“Ngh, you’re so deep Barou- gonna cum again-!”
“Yeah? Give it up then whore, s’feel you try push me out.”
Barou’s pace was brutal, you felt slick and cum running down your inner thighs still press together and legs between his. Keeping you in this prone bone position was keeping you stuffed in a way you felt full of dick.
He was fucking you so deep your eyes started to cross before rolling back into your skull, your nails raked down Nagi’s sides, teeth biting into his stomach to muffle the moan that was crawling up your throat.
His dick hit that soft spot one more time, building that burning heat and you released clear fluid. Your body convulsing under him as another orgasm tore through you.
“You’re fucking filthy. Messy cunts slobberin’ you cummin’? Say my fucking name-“
“Barou! Barou -fuck s’good, m’cummin don’t stop -m’cummin! Yes yes yes!” Your slurring only aided his bullying, thick, long cock flexing in you as he groaned listening to you babbling and clenching around him.
His hand moved from the back of your neck to pull you up by your hair, your tongue lolled out, drool spilled down your chin and Nagi drank the image in. Tits smushed up against his dick on his stomach, sweat beading down your collar bone and shimmering on your skin. You looked fucking stupid, dumb even, cock drunk of getting fucked like this in public.
And it was all happening on Nagi’s stomach.
“S-Shit pretty m’gonna cum- you look so fucking good-“
“Take a good look hassle man, s’how she gets fucked. I don’t need your shitty help, asking you was taking pity. She needs to be soaked before I can fuck her like this.”
Barou became white noise as Nagi focused on you, eyes switching between your fucked out expression and his dick disappearing between your tits as Barou kept a harsh pace.
His hips started to buck the best he could given the weight above him, causing tight friction over his cock, the end of it burning with arousal as he watched himself being brought over the edge.
“Ngh- make me cum pretty, please? I wanna cum now.”
Whatever Nagi said worked in bringing you back from dazing, you managed to tilt your head slightly and gather spit in your mouth, slowly releases it to dribble onto the head of his dick between being thrusted forward.
“Shit, s-shit pretty yeah -gonna m’cummin”
“Tch, looks like I’m doin’ all the fucking work.”
“Shut it, king- you’re boring me.”
Nagi suddenly let himself fall back to the sand, hands rising to press your tits tighter together and he started to rut his hips up into you. That sudden burst of energy to carry him over the edge, he kept thrusting even when he came, shooting hot white ropes out thickly covering his stomach and chest, his messy thrusting even making it hit his chin.
He was whiney when he came, but it still carried that lazy drawl. He glanced down as his hips started to stutter, head of his dick covered in cum and still drooling out the slit.
“Feel good Sei?”
He nodded dumbly, eyes fixed on his dick in your tits and listening to your honey voice finally gracing his ears with his name.
“You did so good, Sei, you taste so good.”
That caught his attention, half hooded grey eyes turned up to you, watching your tongue lapping up his cum that had landed on your chin and lips, you stuck it out showing the white melting on your tongue.
“You’re so pretty- s’not fair.”
You laughed lightly at his childish pout, swallowing whatever you could collect on your tongue left from him and he tasted fucking good.
“I like you-“
Only Nagi Seishiro could blurt out something like that without changing his lazy tone, without sounding like there was anything behind it and it being believed. Sei had this way of just saying things without any weight but the way his face would light up, his eyes would brighten that’s how you knew he meant something.
And he was looking at you like that.
The words were enough to stutter Barou behind you, he sneered at Nagi’s open admission pissed off he finally had the balls to fucking say it.
Barou knew longer than you did that the lazy genius was into you, how you’d not picked it up was beyond the egotistical striker. It wasn’t the first time someone took interest in you, it wouldn’t be the last, but Barou was sure he was the only one who actually got under his skin.
It actually made him paranoid. Barou knew he wasn’t easy to be around, normally he didn’t give a shit about it either —people adapting to him, end of, but you were different. The those words from Snuffy still haunted him; how he’d said how much would he love himself if he was no longer view as a genius.
It was hard to not let it drift into how you’d see him if you found someone more… tolerable.
That’s why he stormed here after reading the group chat —he seen Nagi change his mind because of you and you’d be wearing barely anything. It would be over his dead body before he allowed you to be left anywhere alone with Nagi.
The thought of the fucking sand everywhere made his skin crawl, knowing he’d be finding it around the house for days after this.
But his ego far outweighed his ocd in this case.
Sex with you to start used to be clean and fairly organised, because he couldn’t take the mess —now he didn’t think twice about it, he let himself get lost in it with you.
But this was filthy sex, sharing you like this, everyone sweating you’d cum so much it was dribbling down your legs and covering his thighs.
But it was fucking hot, it sent him feral but his drop from his high happened when Nagi just admitted he liked you.
Barou shifted, disliking the feeling of being left out like this —by you. He hadn’t faced you this whole time, letting Nagi see everything.
Barou never came until he was facing you, he couldn’t, seeing your dumb expression and that love for him always helped him over the edge.
So he shifted you, pulling his dick out for the first time and leaning back on his legs, ordering you to get up and turn around, legs too wobbly to stand you managed to turn your back to Nagi.
Barou rolled his eyes, muttering how weak you were as he grabbed your hips and lifted you up to him, keeping back on his legs he had you higher than him now.
“Arms around my neck-“
He softened now he could see you, now he had you back, his natural gruffness always there but it was different in a way only you knew. His arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady, other hand lining his dick back up with your swollen hole.
You hissed when he lowered you, burying your face into his hair and tightening your arms. His lips pressed to your collar bone as he eased you down, a deep sigh leaving him as your cunt swallowed him again.
“Need you lookin’ at me to cum, I’m nearly there.”
You nodded against him and he let you adjust, your hips wiggled and he shifted his hands, gripping your ass with them he lifted you.
“Look at me-“
Shakily you pulled back, hands gripping his shoulders and leaning back slightly to watch him looking up at you as he started to lift you up and down his cock. Veins popping on his arms and wrists, biceps bulging from using you as a weight.
Fuck he was huge, damn it all he said was so handsome, his cheeks were dusted pink from the heat and effort he was putting his body through. Covered in sweat and strands of loose hair sticking to his face, his hair looked hot like that —half up into a man bun the rest down.
“Feels good yeah? Taking this dick so well today, been a good girl for me huh?”
You nodded dumbly as he started building you to another orgasm you didn’t think you’d be able to have, but this soft praise and pace of his dick was different.
It made your heart swell for him, nerves buzzing and your lips tingling to press against his.
Christ, had he even kissed you today? You needed-
“Use your words, wanna - fuck- hear how dumb you fucking sound over this.”
“Feels g-good B-Barou,”
“S’Pussy is made for me, god dam’it you feel so fucking good-“
“Y’dick i-is f’m-me, y-yeah?”
“You sound dumb being fucked like this,”
He chuckled at your small pout, not answering your question like you had for him. His lips twitching into a small smirk, those red eyes filling with something only you knew. His thumbs rubbing circles around your skin and his hands squeezing your ass.
“Yeah, dicks made for you, gonna cum again? Feels like it,”
You nodded saying if he keeps talking like that you’re going to, so Barou did, lips brushing against yours he gave you soft praises mixed with degrading in his own unique way until you came around him again. It felt more numb compared to the previous but it rocked your body slowly… it felt right with how you felt for him at the moment.
“Gonna fill you up, you gonna take it?”
“Yeah inside- wan’it all Barou-“
He leaned forward into you, muffling against your skin, you just caught what he said and guilt surges through your veins on it all coming together, it made sense now. The arguing, his ridiculous sulking and lack of ability to leave you alone when Nagi was around. You should have seen it sooner and you felt like an idiot for not noticing, how could you though? Nagi did things in the same monotone manner, it wasn’t exactly easy to tell what the man really thought..
Say it, woman.
Muffled and breathy, but you heard him.
It didn’t take a genius to work out what he wanted nor why he was needing to hear it. Nagi was making him doubt, it was simple as that. You’d known Barou too long, he really was that over confident dude with an ego but there was also someone else buried under it.
Someone not so confident in areas he had no control over, someone who was simply a normal guy when off the pitch and behind closed doors.
Your hands moved from his shoulders to cup his face, pulling him back from you, pressing your forehead against his you started to roll your hips in time with him. Eyes meeting those beautiful red ones as you looked down at him.
“I love you, Barou Shouei.”
It was whispered but he heard it, arms wrapping around your waist he brought you down on his dick in short punches, barely leaving your pussy.
His moaning was music to your ears, hips stuttering and jolting as he came in you, shooting cum and filling you so much it started leaking past his dick to aid his sloppy thrusting.
His body shook, nails biting into your skin as he held onto you like a life line. Your lips pressed to his tongue running over his bottom lip as he moaned out, unable to respond as his orgasm hit him hard.
He slurred out words you couldn’t make out, between heavy pants as he finally exhaled his grip on you slacking as you both sat there panting, eyes locked and glassy.
Nagi was still on his back behind you both, arms spread either side and his legs stretched out either side of Barou.
A beached starfish, pouting at two lovers.
He turned his eyes from you both to look up to the blue sky, suddenly feeling so empty about the situation. He didn’t like it, he didn’t know what it was but he didn’t like it. It felt like losing, it reminded him of his parents just leaving him at home by himself when he was a teenager.
The only thing storming around his mind that was causing it -Barou really did like you huh?
He didn’t understand the depth of feelings all that much, he’d never really got himself involved because it was a hassle to use his spare time on things he didn’t wanna do.
He’s seen Barou riled up, it was hardly uncommon but he’d not really paid attention to how different he actually was around you —still a stupid king like he was in Blue Lock but it was softer, more lenient.
“No fair.” He mumbled, sighing heavily and closing his eyes to bask in that afterglow of orgasm, “m’tired.”
Barou had already tied up your bikini and stood you up with him, straightening out your clothes and keeping you stood on wobbly legs.
“Water, now, you’re disgusting.”
“I can’t walk,”
“I gotta do everything around here, such a weak ass.”
“I’d say I’m pretty tough putting up with that shit you just pulled.”
Red eyes rolled and he hauled you over his shoulder before turning to walk towards the sea with you moaning how he could have carried you better, it didn’t do you any favours when the man dropped you in the water.
“Shut up whining, don’t get yourself into shit if you’re not gonna deal with the consequences. Hurry up and wash off, I wanna get off this shitty beach and get back, it’s disgusting.”
Back at the little set up where Nagi started to doze off, on the other side of the barrier Isagi sat against it, knees bent up and elbows resting on them.
Dick rock hard in his swimming trunks and unable to stand because of it, he frowned at the sand, moving his toes between the grains in a way to try distract himself. Bachira was some distance away collecting shells for his sand castle.
Isagi had come over to try see if you guys wanted a round of volley ball but once again he got caught in the rough sex of you and Barou, only Nagi got to join in on the chaos.
“I need new friends,”
Isagi sighed out, looking up to the sky and resting his head against the barrier behind him.
“I’m not a pervert,” he pouted, as if trying to convince himself that these situations seemed to find him, only this time he didn’t have the distraction of pudding to take his mind off it.
Chigiri turning up was a god send, Bachira bounding over with the pretty red head following behind. Isagi trying to fight the heat crawling up his neck.
“Isagi, idiot, you’re supposed to be on the other side.”
“It’s cooler here,”
“Cooler than under the umbrellas?” Bachira tilted his head, yellow eyes scanning over Isagi suspiciously. Isagi’s eyes closing, jaw clenching hoping he’d didn’t look too damn close and see his hard on.
Chigiri wasted no time in walking around the corner into the set up, seeing Nagi still sprawled out on the sand under the umbrella, sorting to doze off.
“Nagi, you got sunscreen on your chest you’re supposed to rub it in. You’re that lazy?”
Isagi sputtered, coughing on his own spit behind the barrier.
“Huh?” Nagi’s eyes tiredly opened lifting his head down to look at the cum still on his chest sighing heavily he let his head fall back, “-ah, what a pain.”
“Oh? Barou’s here?” Chigiri turned to look at you kicking water up at the giant grump only for him to swipe your feet from under you causing you to fall back again in the water and he laughed.
Lips moving in some kind of insult most likely.
Red hair falling as he tilted his head watching you both, a weird chill running through his body watching Barou somewhat amused.
“I didn’t even know he could laugh, it’s kinda creepy.”
“Creepy king,” Nagi mumbled, hand reaching out to grab his phone, tilting it landscape and reopening his game “-I died, such a hassle.”
“Lovesick king more like,” Chigiri turned his attention to Nagi, eyes falling on the white splattered across his stomach and chest “-if you don’t rub that in you’re gonna tan like that.”
Nagi’s eyes looked down past his phone, to his chest, to Chigiri then to your beach bag.
Barou left his shirt in your bag didn’t he?
Sitting up Nagi reached for it, Chigiri not paying much attention as he started rubbing lotion into himself.
Grabbing Barou’s shirt he used that to clean the cum off his chest, actually folding it back up and placing it back in your bag.
Crawling back to his towel he lifted his phone, frowning with a pout.
“Stupid king,”
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SFW - Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Male reader x John 'Soap' MacTavish
Summary: Your ill, Johnny won’t leave your side, Simon is kinder than usual.
TW: Swearing, The Flu
A/N: You are a British man who grew up in the southeast – Aldershot is in the southeast and you're a medic. This is the first fic I’ve written in a long ass while and I have never played Cod :) I was also ill with the flu recently.
Words/ Length : 1.2K
“He’s a fucking slut.”
“For the love of God johnny what the fuck are you going on about now?” You almost sobbed, “I should’a stayed in fucking Aldershot.” You sniffed
“Ghost’s a fucking slut.” He repeated
“How is he a slut?” You sniffed again.
“I saw tits.”
“How dose that equate to you calling him a slut? And we’ve seen his pecs many times.” You sighed
“They’re fucking massive. I wanna-”
“Johnny, you assaulted his thighs yesterday please stop.” You wailed/ whispered.
“Fuck no. We’re dating him to you have to keep on listenin’ to me.” He replied
“Southern eastern English pain.” You coughed back, Johnny hand you a class of water.
“Tae fuck do you mean by that?”
“Your accent Johnny, and you – I love you – but good god you’re so loud. Shuuu.” You hushed putting the glass of cold water against your head and enjoying the coolness.
“But you love it when I talk.” He whined
“I love it when I’m not ill, love.” You replied a slight chuckle in your voice before patting at the bed beside you. He slipped under the cover next to, his arms wrapping around your waist snuggling into your side.
“’m sorry” He murmured, whatever he’d been so excited about previously had died away.
“’ss fine.” You whispered back putting the glass back on the bedside table, a hand snaking its way into Johnny’s mohawk.
It didn’t take long till he heard you snoring. Johnny’s own hands started to wander tracing the tattoos on your arms saying sweet things in Scottish before, like you, he fell asleep.
It was 2 in the morning when Simon walked into their shared bedroom, glancing at the two men cuddled together on the king-sized bed. He started to strip when he heard a certain Scott murmur
“My love, look at ‘em tits.”
“I was asleep Johnny, I was asleep.” You coughed turning to look at Simon. Pulling his mask of last that left him in his boxer briefs, he sat next to you on the bed before kissing your forehead.
“Mornin’ love.” He greeted, his hand gently gliding over your jawline while you gave him a weak smile. The sweet and quite moment was ruined by the Scott whining loudly.
“Morning to you too, Johnny.” Simon said looking at Johnny, who was pulling a puppy dog face, before caving and kissing his forehead.
“Come to bed.” You whispered with Johnny nodding in agreement.
“Saucie.” He replied in a low tone.
“You can sleep on the sofa if you say that again.” You said looking at him unimpressed by the comment.
“You let Johnny get away with it.” Simon said getting in under the cover next to you.
“Johnny is Johnny and you Si – are not – you’re also my favourite pretty boy.” You murmured resting you head next to his.
“’Scuse me!” Johnny almost yelled sitting up in bed and staring at you.
“I said what I said. ‘Nd go to bed.” You replied, using one of your arms to pull the man closer. He stared a little longer before lying back down and cuddling back into your side. Simon enjoyed the gentle reassurance of your touch while Johnny gazed up at your face, you were visibly sick, and he didn’t like it.
Johnny liked it when you’d you spar with him after breakfast, help count reps, keeping him company on long runs, the weird or downright hilarious comments you’d make over the comms on a mission. Your mixture of posh English or the Queen’s English as you’d so often correct him on, and downtown Londoner accent was a good 50% of the reason whatever you’d said was funny. But when you were sick the accent and the funny words were dropped and replaced by a tired groaning, one that couldn’t decide whether the water you were drinking was helping or just painfully highlighting the pain in the back of your throat. On the other hand, Simon saw little change aside from his empty office whenever he was doing paperwork and maybe he missed the tea you’d bring for him whenever you’d deemed, he’d gone too long without or when you just sat in his office doing your own paperwork since the others were too loud.
“I love you both.” You said breaking the silence before you had a coughing fit. Johnny practically jumped up grabbing the glass of water and handing it to you. By habit you sat up carefully drinking the water and resting your head on the wall.
“You’re both gonna get sick ya know that right.”
“Who cares, more time with you.” Johnny piped up, taking advantage of the situation and putting his head on your thigh.
“Why dont’cha lie down, love?” Simon said looking up at you.
“’S cool.”
“What the wall?”
“Mmm.” You hummed back, Simon sat up resting his head on the wall and then hummed in agreement.
Simon rested a hand on your other thigh before turning his head and kissing your cheek.
“All loving in the early morning?” You asked, eyes closed and resting your head back on his shoulder.
“So, it ain’t a dream.” He huffed back while Johnny got more comfortable on your thigh.
“Mmm Lover boy. We’ll all grow old together and raise copious amounts of dogs while living in the middle of nowhere up north.” You could feel Simon nod as some of his stubble rubbed against you.
“Just a couple more decades till retirement then.” You smiled, almost deliriously before falling back asleep.
‘Would ya believe it?! When I tell ‘em their gonna get sick they are shocked when the next day they get sick!! XD’ It was the message you sent in the group chat ‘Big ol’ Naturals’ that Gaz had showed to Price that explained why 2 of his men were missing. He also had the unfortunate pleasure of reading what Roach sent next
‘Swear you need to exchange bodily fluids for that so- what we’re you three doing?’ followed by your
‘And that is the reason why I’m the medic and you’re not.’ Also followed by ‘Jesus’ also from you, you lot were actively giving him grey hairs.
‘Where is Soap he hasn’t made a comment yet.’
‘He’s yet to discover it but I am sitting on his phone ;)’
“Take your phone back Gaz.” Price said pushing the phone back to Gaz whose eyes widened when he looked at the message Roach had sent before laughing at the rest of the comments.
‘Also, what I have is the Flu – its spreads though tiny droplets in the air that spread when I sneeze, cough or talk.’ And then ‘Amazing doctor explanations from the medic’ Gaz decided to join in on the conversation
‘What about Soap’s phone situation?’
‘He is slowly but surely getting closer to my ass’
‘Lol’ - Roach
‘You guys had food yet?’ - Gaz
‘Nope’ - You
‘Bring us food!!!!’ – Soap
‘Please’
‘Wait you guys knew my phone was under his ass?!’
‘And didn’t tell me scandalous!!!!’
‘He’s cursing in Scottish’ – You
‘Sound about right. We’ll bring some food shortly and a barrel of water :)’ – Gaz
‘Si's going to cry could you also bring a kettle, mug and tea bags, plz’
‘You’re telling me Ghost cries?’ – Roach
‘I think the lack of sleep is getting to him’ - You
‘It’s actually the lack of tea 🍵’ – Soap
‘Si’s listing off all the names for the dogs we’re getting in the future so if you could be quick, it would be deeply appreciated from both my recovery and headache.’
‘On it Medic boss man 😎’ – Gaz
‘Get well soon. I’ve just seen the amount of paperwork I have to do and it’s not looking pretty.’ – Roach
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Lena was in the dark in more ways than one.
The lights in her penthouse were all dark save one, a night light in her en suite to ensure that she didn’t take a fall if she got up. Swirling the edge of a migraine, she’s grown tired of an again-delayed product launch and the hoary halls of power and their patriarchs. Few things frustrated her more than the spiteful condescension of old men clinging to a world with all the success of a man trying to gather all the sand in a desert through chapped fingers.
Few things annoyed her more.
One of those things, she could give no name. Since Lena had realized Kara’s identity, things had been tense between them. Mostly in a pleasant way; they had been feeling out this new normal, Kara tentatively broaching this or that topic to add to brunch chats and lunchtime gossip.
“Oh,” she’d say, “that last alien hit pretty hard,” as if being knocked clean through a fertilizer plant by a blow to the head were part of her commute.
To Lena it was all new, but there was something else with it. Something neither of them dared to name, some friable, delicate new shape that they could only feel by its edges. It began with Kara bombarding Lena with friendship. Fresh breakfasts hand-delivered at hypersonic speeds. Daily lunches. For the last month, Kara had spent every weekend at Lena’s, or vice versa.
Lena’s penthouse had a guest bedroom. Kara’s place had a bed and a sofa. Comfy, but it was no bed. That was how the dance began. The first steps were hesitant, the dancers circling each other without breaking the barrier. A token argument about who gets the bed, only for them both to share it. And once they’d shared it at Kara’s place, it made no sense for Lena to confine a living space heater to the guest room.
They didn’t discuss, or analyze, or talk it out. No boundaries were ever set, and so the dance continued. What started as two people curled up in a big king bed on opposite sides became the pair of them entangling during the night, then skipping the pretext and curling up with each other before the lights went out.
It was driving Lena insane. Kara never pushed, not really, and yet it just seemed to happen. It was as if her best friend was daring her to take the initiative. The morning when Lena awoke to find Kara’s arm protectively curled about her waist, her thumb hooked on the waistband of Lena’s lounge pants, she’d almost turned over and said something.
The excuse she made was that Kara needed her sleep after the pummeling she’d taken that afternoon. That Lena enjoyed how Kara grazed the pad of her thumb over Lena’s hip bone was incidental.
Lying in the dark, Lena knew that Kara had arrived by the sound of the balcony door opening and didn’t bother to call out to her. Still dressed in her suit, Kara peeked into the bedroom, her movements tentative, somehow almost birdlike.
She came back a moment later with a cool, damp cloth for Lena’s forehead and a few murmured questions, before excusing herself.
“Darling, you can stay,” Lena sighed. “I want you to.”
“Okay,” Kara whispered back, lightly seeping stray curls from Lena’s eyes. “I need to change. No peeking.”
And why would you be worried I’ll peek? Lena thought. A platonic Best Friend isn’t going to peek. Best friends don’t do that, just like they don’t nuzzle into each other on the couch. If Lena were Kara’s best friend, then Lena wouldn’t be looking so much, so openly. Admiring Kara’s smile and her biceps and the way her abdominal muscles strained those button-downs.
She wouldn’t be thinking so much about the touches, the way she’d sat in Kara’s lap for hours at a time or how Kara had carried her to bed or how Supergirl had lingered to cradle her post-rescue, well past the point of safety.
Lena wasn’t aware she was peeking until she’s already started. Kara’s suit had taken care of itself; it was her work clothes she needed to discard. When Lena turned over, there was the broad expanse of Kara’s beautifully muscled back, flexing deliciously as she pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms.
Because Kara kept multiple sets of PJs at Lena’s place.
In Lena’s bedroom.
Because this wasn’t the first time this had happened.
Lena turned back, knowing with certainty that Kara knew. She must have heard the creaking of the mattress and the soft whisper of skin on silk sheets and the rapidity if Lena’s traitorous heart.
When Kara climbed in with Lena, the world shrank around the pair of them. Kara swept immediately to the boundary tonight, gathering Lena in her arms, hands finding spots just on this side of chaste, and their bodies molded together.
Lena was finally able to get some sleep.
When she awoke, later, Kara stirred with her.
“Zhao,” Kara muttered.
Lena froze, blinking in the dark. That wasn’t a nonsense word; it was Kryptonian.
“Come back. Zhao,” Kara muttered, as Lena stirred. She didn’t seem to be properly waking.
A nickname?
Lena couldn’t remember when she’d started calling Kara Darling, though she increasingly wished she had.
Dear diary, it was on this day at this date that I admitted my feelings to myself before wrapping them in cardboard and then in concrete and then in steel before shoving them somewhere deep down.
Kara, for her part, had tried a few pet names but most were one offs, never quite fitting. She’d even called Lena “buddy” once before Lena had cut that shit off with an arched brow.
Lena stilled. She could deny Kara nothing, and so drifted off to sleep.
By some quirk of fate, they woke almost at the same time. Lena was still groggy and bleary-eyed when Kara’s sky-blues flitted open, bringing more light than the sun itself. She shifted in the bed without letting Lena go and began to murmur something in Kryptonian, cutting herself off as that last sharp, buzzing word tumbled from her lips.
The only world froze. Kara stared at Lena with wide eyes, and the sudden tension between them made both women go rigid, neither willing to move, to break it.
“You called me that in your sleep,” Lena finally whispered. “Zhao. What does it mean?”
Kara was unusually pale.
“Oh, it’s sort of a term of endearment in Kryptonian. It means, um, ah…”
Lena sighed, cracking a soft smile. “Kara, I’m not fluent by any measure, but I know enough Kryptonian to know what Zhao means.”
“Oh,” Kara whispered, barely more than a short and sharp exhale.
“Even if I didn’t,” Lena whispered, locking eyes with her. “Your hand is literally on my ass right now.”
“Oh. Um. Golly. I’m sorry, I…”
Kara started to pull back. Lena gently took hold of Kara’s wrist and held her hand there. Her heart fluttered not only at the strength in Kara’s forearm but how those steel cable muscles went slack beneath her touch.
Lena swiveled her hips.
“I don’t know how to do this,” Kara whispered.
“Oh, trust me, I’ve got that covered,” said Lena.
Kara shivered. “No, I mean… I don’t know what to…” She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing.
Lena pressed in closer, until the space between them was more a theoretical concept than an actuality.
“Just say what you want to say.”
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
Lena snorted a laugh, briefly ashamed at her inner dork, and afraid that Kara would take offense.
“Kara, you’ve been sleeping over every weekend with your hand in my pants for months. Yes, I will be your girlfriend.”
Kara grinned, starting to sit up.
“Come on, zhao,” said Kara.
Giving their partner a nickname/having their partner give them a nickname.
#prompt#supergirl fanfiction#supercorp#supercorp fanfic#supergirl#lena luthor#kara danvers#kara x lena#karlena#ficlet#these are turning into random vignettes from their life together#waff#pointless waff#fluff#fluff with just the tiniest taste of angst#a little angst in the fluff is like salt in the pasta water#a little angst… as a treat
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Hiii can I request Aemond telling his betrothed that he loves her for the first time?
Yes! All the fluff, all the love for this Good BoyTM. You cannot convince me he doesn't have a soft heart under all that trauma and bitterness. God he's gorgeous. ANYWAY enjoy!
Aemond x reader | No content warnings | FLUFF
Rain pattered with a gentle rhythm on the roof of the Red Keep, intermixed with the crackling fireplace before you. You sat on a comfortable sofa, in a secluded corner of the spacious library, your favorite haunt. At this time of night, you were the only soul there gaining you a precious moment of seclusion and peace from all the noises of court.
You did not hail from King’s Landing and found it to be quite oppressive at times, yearning for home became an unfortunately common pastime of yours when your mind was not taken to faraway lands by the many books you’d read in the thick atmosphere of the library. You had been sent to the Red Keep over a year ago, just another girl betrothed to a prince of a noble house. The Targaryen house, to be precise, and soon to be wed to Aemond One Eye, second-born son of King Viserys Targaryen.
You had become close friends with his sister, Helaena, right away after arriving at your new home. She was a delightful girl and had no vice in her heart, much unlike her brother and husband Aegon. You still couldn’t quite figure Aemond out, however. He was obviously more pragmatic than his elder brother, and much more cunning than anyone you had met. The raw intelligence that sparkled behind his one violet eye had drawn you to him as a moth to a flame. You would find yourself, usually an introverted and quiet person, talking quite animatedly with him. Conversation flowed easily between you two, and soon enough you developed no small amount of affection for your betrothed. Thanking the gods silently it was Aemond, and not Aegon, with whom you were to be married.
He knew you better than you perceived and watched you intently when you were unaware, feigning disinterest whenever you looked at him. In your turn, you watched him with equal interest, especially when he trained with Sir Criston Cole in the courtyard. Aemond was tall and lithe, as one of the mountain cats from your home, dodging each attack with fluid movements. He wore a leather eyepatch over where his left eye once had been, a vertical scar running down his face. His hair was long and straight, of typical Targaryen silver, and the way it moved around his shoulders and back often hypnotized you.
You had once asked him what the secret to such beautiful hair was and he had laughed, a lovely sound you thought.
“I have no secret care routine, if that’s what you’re asking me Y/N.” Aemond had looked at you fondly. “I will count on you to help me keep it, what was it you said, ‘shining and lustrous’?”
Your eyes glazed as you got lost in giddy memories of him. For all the talk at court, you could not imagine Aemond as being indifferent or cruel. He was arrogant at times, certainly, and could be cool in demeanor if a mood hit him but with you…he was softer.
Gods be good…you thought to yourself, I love him.
You heaved a shaky sigh and with a snap closed the book that had been sitting uselessly on your legs.
“Must be a dull story to garner such distain.”
You stifled a small shriek, whipping your head towards the intruder. “Aemond! You nearly scared the life out of me, what are you doing here?”
“It’s a library, is it not?” Aemond approached you and sat, holding his own dusty volume. “I couldn’t sleep so I came here to read, much like you I’m assuming.”
You nodded, rubbing your tired eyes with a hand. “I’ve had too much to think about, sleep is rather evasive these days.”
Aemond studied your face intently, the book he had brought remained unopened next to him. “What is it that is vexing my lady so?”
Your hands fell to your skirts, twisting the fabric as you looked back at him. “I think you know, Aemond.”
“Ah. So, it’s about our soon-to-be union.”
“To be blunt, yes.”
“You do not wish for it.”
You blinked, taken aback. “I…what?”
“You do not wish to be married to me.” Aemond’s voice was matter of fact, like this was something he had already accepted. “I will not say I’m surprised. No lady looks upon this face and thinks ‘oh yes, the man without an eye. I wish him to be my lord husband’.”
You stared at him, your mouth slightly open. Aemond seemed to register your confusion because he stopped talking abruptly, his angular face tilting slightly.
“You seem to know my thoughts better than I do, my prince.” You replied coolly, emphasizing the title he had asked you not to use in place of his name.
“I apologize if I have given offense, Y/N.” Aemond seemed genuinely taken aback. “You have been distant of late, and I am overused to being looked upon with either pity or disgust.”
“I don’t look upon you with either.” You touched Aemond’s hand lightly with your own, his eye dropped to appraise it, before interlocking his long fingers with yours.
“You…mean a great deal to me, Y/N. I have grown to treasure the moments we have together.” His words trailed off as if he meant to say more but couldn’t bring himself to.
“You can tell me anything, you know.” You encouraged him, a smile in your voice.
Aemond’s eye snapped up to your face, drinking in your features with a tenderness you had not seen before. “When I claimed Vhagar, I thought I had gained everything I wanted. Everything I’d ever want.” His fingers tightened around yours briefly. “Then I met you and I found myself…wanting.” Aemond reached forward with his other hand and caressed your face, tracing your jaw and making you shiver. “I want you, Y/N.”
“I am not a dragon to be claimed, Aemond.” You said softly.
His curved mouth twitched upwards at your words, “Indeed you are not. Though at times when you are angry, I wonder if you could breathe fire.” His thumb moved to press lightly against your bottom lip. “I love…I love you.” The confession seemed to cost Aemond a great deal of effort and you could hear his breath quicken.
You inhaled sharply, letting his words linger in the air between you two. Your heart beat an erratic rhythm against your chest, surely he could hear it.
Aemond stirred with impatience, his grip on your chin tightened. “Do not leave me sitting here in agony, Y/N. Tell me what that beautiful mind of yours is thinking right now.”
You smiled then, soft and bright, emotion welling behind your eyes. You raised a hand to grasp him gently around his wrist. “I love you too, Aemond. I want you to be mine, to become yours. I want to have a life with you, a family, a home.”
Aemond wrapped his arms about you, pulling you into him and placing a warm kiss to your forehead. “You shall have all that and more, my heart. With me, you will want for nothing.”
#aemond x reader#aemond x you#aemond fanfiction#aemond fic#aemond targaryen#aemond stannies#aemond one eye#aemond targaryen fic#house of the dragon fic#prince aemond#aemond x oc
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OMG SWEETENER IS AMAZING. Loved it. The way Tangerine would be such a good dad, oh man. I'm in love with him.
YES YES YES!! DAD!TANGERINE SUPREMACY🛐🛐
Sweet dreams
part of the “Sweetner” series
💌. Summary: sometimes it’s difficult to sleep when a child has nightmares, but fortunately Tangerine helps the baby in every way possible…
or
…when Tangerine shows how he’s daddy material.
💌. Warning: fluff, just tangerine being a dad, canon curses. I don’t know many British slangs. English is not my first language!
A gentle silence occupied the entire house, only downstairs could be heard the faint snore of Lemon, sleeping comfortably on the sofa.
The soft moonbeams illuminated the house, making it even more comfortable and reassuring. The cool summer breeze cooled the silent house.
The silence was sometimes interrupted by the rustling of the sheets, caused by the fairly warm night air.
Despite the coolness of the evening, the unique fairly warm air often returned for a visit.
The evening continued quietly. It was deep into the night and the occasional car could be heard on the street. Everything seemed so peaceful, like a paradise on earth.
But even the most beautiful things have an end. It was sudden, nobody expected it, but it happened. The heartrending cry of a child echoed through the house.
A small baby flailed frantically in its cradle, shaking the light blankets with its tiny legs. A groan from the nearest room instantly followed the continuous weeping.
A young couple slept in a room not far from the little one's, faint breaths echoed in the air but that little peace of night was interrupted by sudden crying.
The young woman in the king-size bed softly groaned, starting to move her legs between the sheets. Her hands lazily reached her eyes, trying to remove those traces of interrupted sleep.
She softly yawned and as she was about to get up from the comfortable bed, a strong but gentle hand grabbed her waist, dragging her body close to another.
Her hip made contact with the man's, his hand still clasped on her hip. Her eyes remained closed, but a sweet smile appeared on her relaxed face. Her face lit by the gentle moon.
“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll take care of it” he gently mumbled, his moustache gently brushed her jaw. After leaving a sweet kiss on her forehead, he got out of bed, trying to make the least noise, even though he didn't have to worry about his brother downstairs, who was sleeping like a stone.
With quick steps he reached the nursery, where the baby's cries continued incessantly.
His figure paused only for a few moments in the doorway of the room, a small smile on his lips and his eyes soft at the sight of the child.
“Hey, it’s okay buddy…you don’t need to cry…” he gently cooed, picking the baby in his arms and lulling him slowly.
The little one, once picked up, ceased his crying, but a few cries of frustration still left his small mouth. His eyes watery and on his cheeks trails of salty tears now dried up.
Tangerine held the little one to his chest, stroking his back. His figure involuntarily began to rock from side to side, as if to simulate the movement of a cradle.
“There’s no reason to cry, little lad. Your daddy is here.”
Even though he knew that he was not actually his real father, he could not help but feel a deep connection with the child.
The idea of finding a partner, let alone starting a family, had never crossed his mind. But this change in his life had completely thrown him off balance.
He had never thought he could be a decent father, due to his messed-up childhood.
But that day... on that train...When his eyes rested on the helpless little thing, he had felt something change in him.
His expression always wrinkled when he thought of the child's biological father. How could he have abandoned a new mother and her child?
Child who was also his own flesh and blood.
A choked cry from the child awakened the man from his thoughts and brought his full attention back to the little one.
His body had not stopped moving, noticing how the child was slowly calming down.
Tangerine gently laid the infant's head on his chest, caressing it as gently as if it were made of glass.
It was strange how all his brutality left his body in an instant.
“Ya surely had a nightmare, didn’t you?” He whispered softly. His voice lulled him like a lullaby. A soft noise came from the baby and this pulled a smile on the man’s face.
His big, gentle hand caressed the baby’s hair. “I remember tha’ I always comforted ma brotha when he had a nightmare.” He explained, as if the child could fully understand what he was saying.
“After he always wanted ta watch that stupid cartoon. Said it made him happy.” Tangerine said, smiling softly at the memory.
He was always there for his brother and when he was younger he had always helped him through some difficulty or cheered him up when something bad happened.
And Tangerine could only behave in the same way with the child he held in his arms. “He's just waiting for ya to grow up a little more so he can finally watch that cartoon with you." He snickered with gusto.
His blue eyes rested on the little one in his arms and once again his face softened at the sight.
The child's deep breathing was audible, fortunately he was able to calm down and return to the world of dreams.
Gently Tangerine placed the little one back in his cot, trying to make as little noise as possible.
However, once he was placed on the soft mattress, the child began to fidget, as he missed the warm body of the adult.
A nasal giggle came from Tangerine, but his gaze remained enamoured at the sight of the little creature.
After sitting on a stool, he slipped his hand close to the child, who promptly grabbed one of his fingers, seeking comfort.
When he felt his small, fragile fingers around his hand, his heart tightened from the sweetness of the scene and he felt his body melt.
He had never been used to receiving much affection; the only one in his life had only ever been his brother's playful affection.
But this new addition to his life seemed like a dream, for he thought that never in his difficult and complicated life would he deserve a few moments of domesticity.
Usually, people like him, who kill without remorse, for a living and especially in truly brutal ways, did not deserve even a small amount of joy in their lives.
But Tangerine had been proved otherwise. And he could only be grateful for that.
“I’ll always protect ya, little one” he murmured, his eyes slowly closing in exhaustion.
After a few minutes, Tangerine's breathing was added to the quiet breathing of the child in the room.
The creaking of the wooden floor resounded through the house. Morning had come and the warm rays of sunlight were sneaking in through the cracks in the shutters.
It was still early, you didn't need a watch to tell, as silence still reigned outside.
Light, graceful footsteps quickly descended the stairs of the house. The woman had just woken up and, still slightly sleepy, she walked downstairs quickly, as if in search of something.
When she walked down the last step, her attention fell on the figure lying on the sofa. Light dyed hair peeped out from one end of the furniture and the girl's sleep-dulled mind identified the figure in an instant.
Lemon was still sound asleep, snoring lightly. He seemed to have entered a kind of lethargy.
Her brother had often mentioned to her how, of the two, Lemon was the one who slept the most.
And a sweet smile appeared on his face at the memory.
But if that was Lemon on the sofa, then where was Tangerine?
When he woke up, the other half of the bed, the one in which Tangerine slept, was empty and cold. This meant that he had not recently left the bed.
At first she thought that the twins had left for a new job and that she, due to being too tired, had not woken up to the boy's normal greeting: a soft kiss on the forehead.
Confused she returned upstairs, now left in the silent hallway. Where was he?
Dragging her feet, she headed still slightly sleepy towards her son's room. It was strange that the little one had not yet woken up.
Her feet creaked lightly on the cool parquet, a good contrast to the summer air.
When she reached the doorway her eyes widened in surprise, amazed as she could not believe her eyes.
Tangerine was sleeping blissfully on a small stool, placed beside the cradle.
His hand dangled inside it and the girl noticed a smaller hand clasping the man's fingers.
Without making a sound she approached the sleeping man, a sweet smile was present on her face.
Her hand passed gently through his unruly curls and then placed a light but loving kiss on his temple.
Then in a voice as sweet as honey she whispered gently:
“Good morning, my love.”
#bullet train 2022#tangerine#aaron taylor johnson#bullet train#lemon bullet train#lemon x reader#tangerine bullet train#tangerine x reader#aaron taylor johnson x reader
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my personal hc is that martin forces jon to watch all of the films (extended version) like this:
[Start ID: 9 crudely drawn doodles of Jon and Martin from the Magnus Archives. Jon is a thin Persian man with shoulder length curly hair, a beard, and rectangular glasses. He's wearing a t shirt and sweatpants. Martin is a fat mixed Polish/Korean man with wavy hair kind of styled in a modern mullet. He's wearing browline glasses, a t shirt and sweatpants, and has a beauty mark under his lip. 1st image: Text says "Fellowship of the Ring (Extended Edition)" above Jon's head and he looks forward in horror. A line buzzes past him and cracks at the end, with the sound effect "glass shatters sfx". 2nd image: Jon attempts to get up but Martin's arm shoots in front of him. 3rd image: Close up of Martin from a downward angle, he looks down menancingly at Jon and says "Sit. Back. Down." You can see his breath as he says it. In the bottom corner, Jon has big dewy eyes that are pleading for mercy.
4th image: Martin is holding a crudely drawn gun to Jon's head as they sit on the sofa together, Martin has his other arm around Jon's shoulder and Jon looks mildly terrified and sweaty (mostly due to the impending film). 5th image: One half of Jon's face is shown, he apprehensively says "H-how long did you say this was...". 6th image: One half of Martin's face is shown and he blankly responds, "3 hours. I made popcorn...".
7th image: The film is presumably over. Jon looks deep fried, he has many creases under his eyes and his hair is a mess, an arrow pointing says his eyes are bloodshot. He proclaims with heavy sarcasm, "Wow! What a great movie!". He thinks to himself, "Jesus Christ, I'm glad that's over." 8th image: Martin smirks and says, "Hah! Just wait until the next one. It's a trilogy." In the bottom, Martin sits on the sofa with a fanged smile. Jon is laying on the ground in the Family Guy death pose with an artificially big butt. 9th image: Text above says "Return of the King (Extended Edition)". Martin has presumably made Jon watch all the movies at once. Jon looks like a husk of a dried corpse, he has creases all over his face and has a single hair sticking up from his head. Martin beside him says, "Yeah, that's one of the many interesting behind the scenes facts-". Jon exhaustedly replies "Cool". End ID.]
#i only drew all this bc we watched lotr for the first time#i had never seen it and leo has never watched it all the way thru (my adhd king)#so i think martin would nerd out about lotr#also he is samwise gamgee FR#cw gun#order up! art tag#jmart#jonmartin#the magnus archives#tma shitpost
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