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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Still Mine

18+

Ex!Bucky x f reader

You knew it was wrong. You had no business responding to his texts, still giving him attention after he broke up with you. You’d roll your eyes when you saw his name pop up on the caller Id and then you’d melt at his honeyed voice, finding yourself naked on his bed moments later, desperately moaning as he fucked you like it was the one thing keeping him alive.

“We-we can’t keep doing this” You stuttered out between moans, the logical side of your brain screaming at you to stop giving into your desires. Bucky snarled against your neck fucking you harder, a surge of jealously and possessiveness coursing through his body.

“Still gonna fuck you even if you’re married” He growled, angling his hips to fuck you making you squeal out. He rolled you both over so you were on top, his ego inflating as you started to ride him without prompting, your head thrown back as you rode his cock. “That’s right ride my cock, get yourself pregnant, you know I’m gonna fuckin’ fill you”

You shook your head, too deep in pleasure to respond to him properly, making him more feral than before. He grabbed your hips, making you slam down on him, groaning at the way you gushed all over his crotch.

“What if the baby looks like me” He smirked, biting his lip feeling you flutter around him, getting off at the thought of him breeding you.

“Bucky we can’t- You whined, fighting within yourself, unable to tear yourself away from the way he fucked your heart and soul, you could feel him everywhere, fucking smell him on your skin.

“Then why the fuck are you still bouncing on my cock, huh?” He gritted his teeth, hating every time you mentioned moving on or looking to date. He knew you deserved happiness and he was too fucked up to give it to you but the idea of you actually settling down with another man made him sick. He thought he did the right thing by letting you go but..

“Look at me” He grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks, making your lips pout. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring as his crystalline eyes bore into you, his voice low, “M’gonna fuck you even if you’re married, you hear me?!” He planted his feet, fucking up into you, letting you fall limp on his body, his balls slapping your ass. “M’gonna get you pregnant in the same bed you sleep in with your husband” He nipped your ear, getting off at the thought of having you no matter what. He’d claim and mark you, always keeping a piece of himself in you even if you moved on.

“Oh fuck, please” You sobbed, clinging to him, taking every thrust he gave you, letting him spank your ass raw.

“You gonna keep the baby?” He forced your face away from his neck so you’d look at him, his expression dead serious, as he started to leak in your cunt. “Cause I’m leakin’ right now and I’m gonna fuck you till your round sweetheart, every damn time”

“Yes James” You let out a wanton moan at the sinful thought of carrying another mans child if you were married to another, shivers running down your spine while your orgasm started to nip at your lust frayed nerves.

“What if they look just like me, you gonna have a little baby me running around?” His voice was growing shaky, desperate to cum in you and get you pregnant as soon as possible, the thought of you swollen and tired because of him making him feral. You nodded against his skin, unable to speak anymore as you started to cum around his cock, your fluttering pussy making him throb.

“What you gonna tell your husband, huh sweets? That your pregnant cause of super soldier cock? You gonna pretend it’s his baby? When you’re all tired and achy, your belly so fuckin’ big, you gonna tell him the cum that knocked your pussy up was mixed with the serum, that you need your real baby daddy to take care of you?”

You reeled at the utter possessive filth that spewed from his mouth, read to give him a baby if he wanted this instant.

“No amount of foot rubs or massages are gonna take the pain away cause you’re carrying the winter soldiers baby, my fuckin’ child in your womb”

“Gonna knock you the fuck up whenever I want” He started to fuck you harder, holding your hips while wrapping his other arm around you. His lips brushed against yours, swallowing each others moans as he gave into the pleasure of you milking his cock, his heavy balls aching.

“You’re gonna have my babies, you’re gonna let me fuck you in your home, let me do whatever I want cause I own you-FUCKKK” He stilled, spilling ropes of his cum into you, keeping his cock deep inside you, not wanting a single drop the drip out. You panted, still clinging onto him, sighing at the feeling of his lips pressing against your sweaty forehead. He tilted your chin up to make him look at you, his cock still throbbing inside you.

“You know that right?” He smashed his lips onto yours for a messy kiss, his way of claiming you again, full of need and words unsaid. “I own every bit of you”

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ohnococo · 5 months

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Toji Fushiguro x Pregnant!Reader Headcanons

You’ve never been so fussed over in the entirety of your relationship with Toji, he acts like you might faint or fall apart if you do anything. It almost pisses him off when you don’t ask for his help with something. He’ll catch you with your hands on your back, having to take a break from the strain of having to bend over to put clothes away, and he just sighs, gently moving you out of the way to do it himself.

You basically won’t be putting your socks and shoes on by yourself past the first trimester. If you even go to pick them up he’s silently swiping them from your hands, guiding you by the hips to sit down for him.

“Toji, I barely have a bump.”

He waves away your words, bunching up your sock and holding it for you to stick your foot in.

At first he’s a little reluctant to attend birthing classes with you, but he knows he wants to be knowledgeable about everything once you go into labor should he have to give someone at the hospital shit for not attending to you properly. He finds the saccharine way the instructor calls the birthing parents “Mama” instead of their names obnoxious, but pays attention all the same, doing the exercises with you, holding the little inflatable birthing ball steady as you rock back and forth.

If you have morning sickness, or god forbid hyperemesis, Toji’s quick reflexes will come in handy. He knows from the way you’re breathing through your nose that it’s time to grab a bucket or bin for you to be sick in. He cleans it up without a word as well, and don't you dare try to insist you aren't going to be sick in the first place (or that you're fine right after). He's not going to hear a word of it.

If you aren’t sleeping well, neither is he. All he can do is offer silent moral support, but he can’t rest knowing you’re uncomfortable, sore, and exhausted. At least he can help you up to pee every other hour, or massage and squeeze your hips together for relief.

Speaking of relief, once your bump is large he’ll often walk up to you to lift and hold it gently. Having your bump supported like that will have you sighing and resting your head against his chest - thankful for his touch. He’ll often stand behind you holding your bump while you’re busy too.

Picking baby names is a struggle with him. He doesn’t have any suggestions for months but he certainly seems to know what he doesn’t like, pulling faces at most of the names you suggest. The best you get is an indecisive head tilt with a “maybe…” that very much feels like a postponed “No.” You probably won’t have a name until the last weeks of your pregnancy because of this.

Toji likes having relaxed mornings in bed with you, rubbing your bump. He teases that he’s “polishing an egg.”

He’ll drum his fingers lightly, whispering “wake up, kid” with his lips close to your belly. You could swear he was a little jealous for a while that they never seemed to kick when he was around.

Eventually, once the baby has grown enough that their movements are more noticeable (and regular) he’ll watch for your stomach moving slightly as they punch or kick. Then he’ll press back lightly as though playing a little game with them. The first time they kick back in response his eyes absolutely sparkle.

#my writing #jjk #jjk headcanons #toji #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #pregnant reader #toji fushiguro

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leclsrc · 6 months

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Ooh could I request a 42 (breeding kink oops) with Carlos + maybe a touch of the jealousy/marking/lovebirds in there

bit jealous – cs55

Carlos channels his jealousy into something else.

auds here... sorry but carlos and breeding is literally perfection to me and u can't tell me otherwise....

nsfw warnings under the cut!

18+ because... penetrative sex, rough sex, use of papi (just once and sorry guys), breeding kink, unprotected sex (on purpose)

“All he said was he liked my necklace,” was your last line before you were yanked out of the bar area.

Two drinks, a car ride with his hand up your skirt, and five he’s just a strangers later, he’s turned you into a sweaty, writhing mess on the centre of your bed. Your nails scratch at the sheets for purchase, this thousands-some thread count behemoth that won’t allow you to grip it properly, so you resort to digging your fingers into the hard, sinewy muscle of Carlos’ bicep.

He’s licking shapes on the hollow of your neck, pausing only to nip at it and cause your breath to falter, his cock halfway into you. Your ankles are linked at the small of his back, quivering like the rest of you. “That’s my girl,” he breathes into your ear, rambling to get his mind off the feeling of your cunt, hot and tight around him, bare. “Doin’ real good for me, cariño. No protection, no nothing… puta, you’re perfect.”

The praise inflates your head and you allow him to take, take, take, the feeling of his fingers at your clit, rubbing delicate circles distracting you from the stretch. “Made to take this fucking cock, yeah? Say yeah.” Yeah, you parrot stupidly, nodding. He’s huge and stretching you out, irresistible to buck up into.

“Gonna breed you tonight,” he rasps decisively, his accent causing the words to knock into each other, but you understand him of course you understand him, and you cry out a moan of affirmation. “You’re mine, cariño, all mine, gonna mark you up, show those guys there’s nothing here for them.” You’re dripping around him from his promises alone, the squelch of every thrust a welcome noise into your bedroom.

He’s always had a tiny jealous streak—the cute, endearing kind. Got all pouty when a guy approached you, a little moody when the flirting was less subtle. But you’d reassure him with a kiss, let him fuck you, call you his. This is different—this is intense. Spurred on by some asshole who let a hand slide down to your ass at the bar.

And his intent went from fucking you to something else—claiming you. And it’s exactly what it feels like, rougher, his words dirty, his cock stretching you out deliciously, each thrust punctuated by an involuntary cry. He’s louder, you’ll say, louder than you are, but also because his lips are pressed right by your ear, and every hot, damp moan is sent directly through you, getting you absolutely drenched.

He hauls himself up and presses your knees to your chest, thrusting back in at the easier angle, with the wider access. “Gonna let me breed you, baby?” He pants. “Fuck you dumb?”

“Yes, please, yes,” you goad out.

“Gonna knock you up, sí? Get you swollen with papi’s babies, yeah? Knock this pretty little—puta—pussy up?” His balls clap obscenely against your ass but you haven’t half the mind to pay attention to it, your own whimpers and moans drowning any other noise out.

“Yeah, fuck, Carlos—yeah—”

“Come on, come with me, cariño. Gonna fill you up, you gotta keep everything in for me.”

He slams into you one last time, so strong, so hard, and you’re releasing at the same time you feel spurts of his seed coat your walls. He moans at the feeling, at the way you’ve clenched tightly, gushing around him, and lowers himself back to kiss intermittently at your neck.

“Sweaty, baby,” you whine softly.

“Shut up,” he grumbles, biting at your neck until a purple inkling forms there. He smiles, a boyish grin that doesn’t scream I just bred my girlfriend, and goes, “that can be your necklace next time.”

#f1 #carlos sainz #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz imagines #carlos sainz smut #f1 x reader #leclsrc at 5000

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jellyjays · 1 year

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come away, oh ghostly child... (pt 4)

(PT 3 <-) (-> AO3)

Tim strolled down the street towards Dick's apartment. The coffee in his hand was already almost gone, and he was feeling like a sack of shit. He felt like Tom in the one episode of Tom and Jerry where the cat tried and failed at several methods of keeping his eyes open.

He needed Dick to look over his reports for WE, he wasn't entirely confident that he hadn't missed anything.

Pulling out his phone with the hand not clutching coffee like a lifeline, he dialed Dick's home phone for the apartment Babs had said he was staying in while he visited Gotham. After a few rings, Dick picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Dick, it's Tim. I'm headed over to your place, I need to run some WE stuff by you."

"Ooh- this might not be the best time, Tim. I've got a kid with me right now, and he's got a lot of energy."

"I can pick up some stuff for the kid to entertain him for a bit if that helps? I really need your help, nobody else is free right now."

Dick sighs on the other end of the line.

"Alright, that works. Could you pick up some groceries while you're at it? I used up the last of my non-cereal food feeding him this morning. Just the basics- eggs, milk, bread, fruit, etcetera. I'll pay you back."

"Yeah, I can do that. I'll call when I'm done and on my way to yours."

"Thanks a million, Tim. I'll see you later."

With that, there's a click as the line is cut. Tim sighs.

Tim stares at the milk cooler in the grocery store. Which kind of milk is best again?

A text conversation with Alfred tells him whole milk is the correct option, so he grabs a gallon.

They're set in the cart next to the other groceries- honey wheat bread, a carton of eggs, and containers of basic fruit. A collection of toys sit in the cart as well- an inflated ball, two dolls- a barbie and a Batman toy- with their accessories, three different stuffed animals, and a book (he has no idea what the kid would like, so he's playing it safe).

He moves out of the milk aisle and towards the checkout. Along the way, he grabs some snacks- fruit snacks, animal crackers, and crackers.

When he reaches the checkout, he pays with Bruce's card- no need to infringe on Dick's savings by making him pay Tim back.

(Tim doesn't need to mention that Bruce had been an asshole recently and Tim doesn't really feel that amenable to being kind to the man.)

He struggles to carry all the bags on his own but manages eventually- most of the bags hang from Tim's elbows.

As he walks back towards Dick's apartment, he pulls his phone out to call Dick again. It takes longer for Dick to answer this time, but he does.

"Tim?"

"Yup, I'm on my way. Just letting you know."

"Sweet. Thanks. Bye!"

And then the line cuts again.

That was hasty.

Tim knocks on Dick's apartment door with one grocery-laden arm.

"Come in," comes Dick's muffled answer, accompanied by mad giggling. Tim opens the door to find Dick lying face down on the ground. A black-haired, blue-eyed child giggles as he sits on Dick's back triumphantly.

"Apologies, I would greet you properly, but alas, I've been defeated."

"I see that," Tim says, closing the door behind him and moving across the apartment to set the groceries on the kitchen table. The child giggles madly.

"I gotchu! I gotchu!"

"Yes," Dick says, moving his face off from the ground to lay on his cheek, "But can I have up now? I admitted my defeat, I am an honorable loser."

"Okays, you can have up. Since you're nice about it."

The child slips off Dick's back, and Dick rolls over to his back before sitting up.

"Thank you, Danny. I see you're an honorable warrior."

Danny giggles some more. He seems to be a very happy child.

"Hey, Danny, I'm Tim," Tim greets. "I brought some gifts for you."

Danny runs away from Dick and towards Tim, throwing his little arms around Tim's legs.

"What!? Gifts!?"

Tim laughs and reaches down to ruffle Danny's hair.

"Yeah, buddy. Do you wanna see?"

"Yes!!" Danny practically shrieks, jumping up and down, still clinging to Tim's pants with his little hands. Tim reaches into the bag that the cashier had put the toys in and pulls out the two dolls. Danny does shriek when he sees them, grabbing them out of Tim's hands and moving back so he can spin and jump up and down, shrieking all the way, grin wide on his face.

"I always wanteted one of these!! A doll, a doll!" Danny yells, tearing up. Tim hopes they're happy tears.

"You like 'em?"

"Yesyesyesyesyesyes!!"

Tim laughs and reaches down to ruffle Danny's hair again.

"Do you think I could have a little grown-up talk with Dick while you play with your new dolls? Does that sound fair?"

Danny nods frantically and scrambles away to the living room with his new toys. He gets behind Dick and pushes him towards the kitchen where Tim is.

"Go, go, go!"

Dick laughs and acts like Danny can push him, shuffling where Danny pushes him. When Dick is near Tim, Danny runs away to the living room, Barbie and Batman figure in hand.

Tim turns to Dick.

"So, WE figures- Ready to talk finance?"

tags: @basilf1res @ollietheotaku @angelheartgamer @justgray15777 @terzatheunderscorerima @phantom120 @undead-essence @crazydoughnutlady @big-flrda-kys @pheonixdemonqueen @confused-moose-child @the-fandom-hopping-mage @rangerhorsetug @shamelessstudenthideout @nonbinary-disaster @keegan-parker @terrasolstice @eonic @mayoota-blog1 @theonewiththegays @glitchedchaos @nikki-pondtheauthor @allee52hrz @blacksea21090 @crazylittlemunchkin

(been thinking about continuing this on ao3. i have a whole doc for this. can't decide if i want to continue here or on ao3- if i did on ao3, i'd share the link and tag everyone, ofc. i think i'd explore more of danny's time exploring gotham if i made it an ao3 fic as well. thoughts?)

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #gotham #dc #batman #batfam #nightwing #dick grayson #tim drake #red robin

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tiredgoodomensfan · 21 days

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Fuck it we ball fanfic time. Gn reader x lars pinfield WOO

Okay WOO lmk if this is shit or ooc or anything, but im pretty happy with how this went :D its a little rushed, might redo it in the future idk. Also i made Y/N bit too much like me (northern) so watch out for that american readers SORRYYY. anwyays enjoy!

I am smart.

No don't laugh, I am, genuinely I am.

Maybe not in the way that others deem important, maybe not in the traditional sense, but I am bright.

Pinfield doesn't think so, the prick.

Every day I come into work, all smiling and welcoming, and what do I get in return? A roll of the eyes if I'm lucky.

Dickhead.

But I don't let him get to me, I love my job. My boss is chill, I love hanging out with Lucky, and the Spenglers seem nice! It's a good gig, really.

I'm the "PR guy" for Ghost Corps. Every time they fuck up and destroy a building or whatever I'm the one who covers it up. I'm a real smooth talker, 'gift of the gab' my mum used to call it.

The team needs me, I know that, they know that. Im crucial to the whole operation, the sole reason why that whiny mayor dude hasnt shut them down.

I'm the one who goes to press interviews, who goes on the radio or on TV. I'm the social media manager, I make videos, and post tweets, fuck I've even started a Ghostbusters youtube account! I deserve a raise honestly. #justiceforY/NthePRguy

I get on with everyone at work except for Pinfield, and I genuinely dont know why.

I've tried getting him to feature in videos, or explain the science of stuff to me so I can actually seem like I know what I'm talking about- but he just brushes me off.

Gary tries to reassure me about this on a daily basis. "Its nothing to do with you Y/N" he smiled one day, putting a hand on my shoulder and guiding me away from the busy scientist. "He doesnt really talk to anyone, he gets really passionate about his work"

"I get that, but there's no need for him to be a dick to me, he's got me thinking all kinds of shit honestly!" I replied, exhasperated "I've never done nowt to him"

Suddenly, Pinfield raised his head from his work, scrunching his eyebrows together. "thats a double negative" he commented, looking at me as if I was stupid. Great, It's the most he's ever spoken to me and its a fucking insult- atleast I think it is.

"you what?" I ask, making my way over to him despite Garys protests. I fold my arms, looking as menacing as i can (which ive been told isn't very menacing at all)

"I said its a double negative, if you've never done nothing then you must've done something" before I can reply, he adds onto the end "which you haven't, by the way. I dont know why you think that. I treat you the same as anyone else"

I can't explain why his answer bothers me so much, but it does. Why does he view me in the same way he views the others? That's hardly fair. I'm always welcoming to him, I make time out of my day to include him in things. I hate to admit it, but I genuinely admire him aswell. His love for all things paranormal, the way he gets so excited and proud when he gets to explain the science of ghost-catching to someone. It's oddly endearing.

I tell him as much (excpet for the stuff about him being endearing, he doenst need his ego inflated any more than it already is)

He looks confused, I've never seen him look like that- its weird. Arrogant? sure. Annoyed? when is he not bffr. Happy? Once or twice. But confused? Weird. This is the guy with all the answers, the smart one.

He thinks for a moment, before seemingly making a desision. He stands up with a small huff of exhasperation, and walks off.

As he goes past me, he grabs my arm, more gently than I thought he was capable of. Okay, i guess im coming too. Fun, roadtrip time.

He takes me out of the lab and down the corridor, into a relatively well lit small room.

"Well this is-" before i can speak properly, he cuts me off. Told you he was a prick.

"I dont understand you Y/N" he blurts out, looking at me, as if I'm some sort of specimin hes studying in the lab.

"Well good." I joke. I dont like the serious tone he's taking. Dont like how aware I am of his gaze. HATE the fact I can feel my cheeks burning. Gross. Pinfield is a dick, we've established this. Why the fuck am I BLUSHING because he's LOOKING at me? Bit embarassing, pull it together Y/LN.

He doenst like this though. He shakes his head, pacing around.

"No Y/N you dont get it. I understand everyone, sort of anyways. I've observed them, I can predict their reactions to things. I know what they're all like- but you're... I just dont understand! You're so happy and nice all the time, but you also get angry at stupid stuff, but never really properly angry? I cant make sense of it, genuinely. You've not done anything wrong, you can't do anything wrong. Thats frustrating too. It's like you're this perfect, beautiful person, and I've been trying to see flaws but I cant-" He rambles, speaking like hes just letting out one stream of constant thoughts. He seems stressed, poor guy.

I interupt him, grabbing his arm. "Hey, c'mon Pinfi- I- Lars. C'mon Lars. I'm not worth the stress mate" I try and reassure him, but that just agitates him more.

"See! That's just it! I've been horrible to you, I admit it. But you've kept trying with me! When I hurt my hand you were the one who bandaged it and put it in a sling"

(i had found him almost blacked out from the pain on the lab floor, even the memory of it sent a shiver down my spine)

"you were the only one that looked for me after we all nearly died fighting Garraka"

("Pinfield? Pinfield!? Oh my god, there you are! Thank fuck you're alright!" Okay maybe this tiny non-crush had been going on longer than i thought... christ)

"I dont like the thought of you hurt..." i muttered, embarrased. this definitely wasnt how i was expecting this conversation to go, fuck my life I was crushing on a nerdy scientist who defintely didn't like me back.

He stopped his pacing and walked over to me until the gap between us was non existant. He slowly, hesitantly, lifted his hand until he cupped my cheek.

"I don't like the thought of you upset because of me" he muttered, his voice low.

My heart completely stopped, my breath caught in my throat, was this happening? how was this happening? i swear this guy was like my mortal enemy not even 5 minutes ago. so many revelations were bieng made today...

I decided to be bold, why not? fuck it, i've got nothing to loose at this point.

I leaned in so our noses just grazed eachother, looking at him, really genuinely looking at him. his soft blue eyes that seemed to peer into my soul. Not pierce through it, like some weird blue eyed fuckers i knew, but looked. gently, tenderly, as if he was looking at everything i ever had been, or would be. like i was something beautiful, something to be treaured.

It made me want to sob at the thought. god, how disgustingly sweet.

"make up for it then" i whispered, the tension so thick i could cut it with a knife.

I'd planned on being the one to make the forst move, but apparently, that was all that Lars needed.

He kissed me. His soft lips pressed against mine, sotfly, tenderly, tentatively.

I could feel the anxiety radiating off of him, so i quickly reciprocated. More eagerly than i owuldve liked- but oh well.

I could feel his hand resting on my waist, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. It all felt so tender, so raw, not at all how i thought it would be.

I felt like a teenager again, and couldnt resist letting out a small giggle, making Lars pull away. He looked confused again, making me laugh once again.

"What?" he aksed, a sort of amused smile on his face.

"Nothing- sorry. Nothing at all. Just thinking of how fuming mums gonna be when i tell her ive got a posho for a boyfriend"

"I am NOT posh!"

"you are a littleee"

"I AM NO- wait- boyfriend?"

"oh shit didnt mean to say that bi-"

he cut me off with another kiss, this one much more confident.

It felt like a million fireworks were going off in my head, oh I could definetly get used to this feeling. This war, sweet, happy feeling. My senses were flooded with everything Lars. His taste, his smell, his touch.

I felt like I was learning to live again.

#AAAA #lars pinfield #james acaster #fanfic #ghostbusters frozen empire #lars pinfield x reader #gn reader #should prolly add more tags but its 2 am im tired #nightnight everyone #lmk what you think

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ticklygiggles · 8 months

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Day 6 - Ginny's birthday Extravaganza

A/N: A volleyball coach and a literature sensei being cute together, I hope you enjoy precious babies my deeeear! @otomiya-tickles

Summary: Takeda-sensei refuses to give up on his volleyball practice, but his tenacity and stubbornness will be his downfall because his boyfriend, Ukai-kun, is really mean.

"You suck at this."

"I never- huff, huff- s-said I was, haaah, good at s-sports..."

How hilarious it was to see the always perfect Takeda-sensei so short of breath. His face was flushed, his glasses askew, and his forehead was covered in a layer of sweat.

Ukai never thought that Takeda would actually agree to play volleyball with him after the boys quickly finished their practices, but stubborn and tenacious as always, Takeda had accepted without a second thought, and now he could barely form a coherent word between heavy breaths and gasps.

It was foolish of Ukai, though, to think his cute boyfriend would decline a challenge. That was just not his personality and Ukai couldn't help but fall a little deeper in love with him for that.

He chuckled to himself when Takeda failed to send the ball to the other side of the net where Ukai was ready to receive it. Maybe this little sensei had had enough.

"Okay, I think we should stop now, you're not doing this right," he teased him, smirking when Takeda glared at him, fixing his glasses.

"If I give you," he gulped, taking a deep breath, "a literature- huff, test, you would fail it, but I won't fail this."

Ukai felt his heart flutter. He loved Takeda's determination, it was one of his favorite traits, but he also knew that Takeda wouldn't be a volleyball genius just because he wanted to, that is to say, he needed more practice than just Ukai throwing ball after ball at him.

But he would amuse him just because he could, and Ukai would also amuse himself, of course.

"Okay, fine. Tell you what, if you manage to serve the ball properly this time…" Ukai had to fight the urge to laugh when Takeda frowned. "... Dinner's on me, but if you fail then I'll, hmm, oh! Then I'll tickle you for… five minutes."

Takeda's face, already red, flushed brightly, finally making Ukai finally laugh out loud.

"That's stupid!" Takeda squeaked. "Why would you say that?! Now I'm too nervous!"

"Are you going to try or are you not? Make it quick, I'm counting. One…"

"H-Hold on! I need to think-

"Two!"

"I'm telling you to wait, I-

"Three!

"Okay, fine! I'll do it, dammit!" Takeda grabbed the nearest ball and got himself ready. Ukai watched him amused, he could tell Takeda was trying to copy Kageyama's movements, but it was useless. "Here it goes, get ready! I'm gonna blow off your head!"

Ukai laughed again. "Why are you threatening me?!"

Takeds took a deep breath and threw the ball up, he jumped and hit it and it… didn't even make it to the net. He watched with pure disbelief in his eyes as the ball was propelled just a few feet in front of him when he hit it. Ukai knew that Takeda had used all his strength to hit that ball, but he had already practiced a lot, there was not much energy inside his body now.

Ukai couldn't help but start laughing while Takeda's ears turned red.

"S-Stop! I- I was not ready, the ball was deflated so it didn't- no! D-Don't come any closer, I'll scream! Don't- ahahaha!"

Ukai chuckled, his hands all over Takeda's body. "The ball was deflated you say? I see it pretty well inflated, though?"

Ukai had wrestled Takeda to the floor, straddling him, as he tickled his sides, squeezing up and down and watching with a bright smile how Takeda broke into hysterical giggles. He was so adorably ticklish.

"It's nahahat! Tihihickling is nohohot fahahair! Ahahahagh!"

"It is fair. You accepted the terms and conditions. I forgot to set the timer, though. I'll have to calculate the time myself," Ukai said, teasing his boyfriend with a wide smirk.

Takeda shook his head. "Y-You ahahahare teheherrible ahahat mahahath, we wohohon't- AHAHAHA! I'm sohohohorry!" Takeda cackled, squirming and weakly pushing at Ukai's hands as they climbed up towards his ribs.

"Now you're sorry after being a little shit, huh? I don't think so. I'm adding two more minutes to your punishment."

Takeda shrieked, kicking his legs behind Ukai. "Nahahaha! I sahahahaid I'm sohohohorry! Ahahaha, plehehease!"

"How long do you think it's been? I estimate about 10 seconds at most?" Ukai said, his fingers crawling up Takeda's ribs, looking for the ticklish spots under his arms. "You still have a long way to go."

"You ahahahare the wohohohorst!" Takeda laughed, throwing his head back as he desperately tried to protect his underarms from Ukai's fingers. "I hahahahate yohohou!"

Ukai gasped, "you hate me? Sensei, you hurt my feelings. That'll add two more minutes of tickling."

"PLEHEHEASE, Ukahahai-kuhuhuhun!"

Ukai laughed softly. His darling was already crying of laughter, would he really stand being tickled for more than five minutes?

The answer was no.

"Maybe I'll stop if you invite me to dinner?" Takeda nodded, too busy laughing his head off as Ukai's fingers wiggled under his arms, tickling him like crazy. "You also have to clean the gym up before we leave."

"I'll do ahahahanythihihing, plehehease!"

Ukai stopped at once, and he watched with great pleasure that lingering smile on Takeda's face and heard his adorable residual giggles. He looked so adorably flustered, Ukai couldn't help but lean down to press a tender kiss to his lips.

"Let's get going," Ukai said, standing up and helping Takeda on his shaky legs. Once he was up, Ukai lovingly fixed his glasses and put a sweater around Takeda's shoulders before placing a water bottle between his shaky hands. "Let's make the kids clean tomorrow, I'm starving."

Takeda gulped on the water and when he caught his breath again, he nodded with a warm smile. "Okay. I'm starving too, it's all because of you though." He rolled his eyes playfully and giggled when Ukai poked his tummy.

"Yes, yes, yes. Let's get going, sensei. Unless you want me to tickle you again?"

Ukai laughed when Takeda pushed him out of the gym, urging them both to leave. Ah, he felt like a high schooler in love, but maybe that wasn't so bad at all!

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #ukai keishin #takeda ittetsu #ukatake #ticklish!Takeda #tickle fic #mia's things #ginny's week #ginny's birthday extravaganza

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sugawarassoulmate · 2 years

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loving the way you wanna talk

kita's gone too far this time—calling you after hours and invading the comfort of your home. even when the two of you fuck it’s never at the other’s house. often making do with an empty classroom, a bathroom at some shady bar, or going at it in the backseat of a car. but you’re much too annoyed to jump his bones at the moment. all you wanted to do was watch your stupid movie.

“what're ya watchin'?” he asks, you could hear the smirk on his stupid face.

“you don't care,” you bite back.

“humor me.”

pairing: enemies to lovers!kita x reader

words: 2k

cw: fem!reader, (hate) phone sex, mutual masturbation, insults, name-calling, kita calls reader a bitch, idiots in lust, horror movies, minors dni

disclaimer: on this blog, we discuss and explore toxic relationships/situations/just because i write about these themes does not mean i condone/support these types of relationships nor do i do them in my own personal life.

these are fictional characters in fictional scenarios and nobody should be taking real-life advice or mirror the actions of the characters in these stories!

“Why did you call me, Shin? I’m trying to watch a movie,” you could spend hours bickering with Kita, in fact, you already did that today—the two of you going back and forth about you apparently not inflating the volleyballs enough for practice.

He says it needs to follow “regulation standards” and that practicing with a deflated ball is harder. You told him not to explain your job to him but he talks with that annoying calm voice of his that pisses you off.

“Did ya actually take time to make sure they were properly inflated?” the soft, dulcet tones of his voice hit your ears like nails on a chalkboard. You thought about chucking one of them at his head to see if they were inflated enough but that would only land you in hot water with the coach.

As much as it pained you to drop the argument despite knowing you were in the right, you brushed Kita off for rest of the day. Some might call that character development.

But he’s gone too far this time—calling you after hours and invading the comfort of your home. Even when the two of you fuck it’s never at the other’s house. Often making do with an empty classroom, a bathroom at some shady bar, or going at it in the backseat of a car. But you’re much too annoyed to jump Kita’s bones at the moment. All you wanted to do was watch your stupid movie.

“What're ya watchin'?” he asks, you could hear the smirk on his stupid face.

“You don't care,” you bite back.

“Humor me.”

It would be so easy to hang up on him right now, but a part of you enjoys the back and forth. So you take the time to explain to him the dumb plot of the 80s horror movie you threw on. A bunch of campers making bad decisions and getting picked off one by one while a mysterious killer is on the loose. “And now I’m missing totally realistic sex scene between the bimbo cheerleader and the jock,” you mused, cringing at the pseudo-pornographic moans coming from the big-breasted blonde onscreen.

“Ew, I don’t sound like that, right?”

Kita chuckles on the other line. “No, yer much more annoyin’. Right when yer about to cum, yer voice gets all shrill.” He must be able to tell that you’re grimacing right now with the smug tone in his words. “Why do you think I’m always coverin’ yer mouth?”

He’s full of shit and both of you know it. Kita only shoves his fingers in your mouth when it’s a risky situation—like last week when he made you cum twice on a bench in the locker room while some of his teammates were still on the court. “Yer always so noisy,” he said as you sucked on his fingers.

But this is the same man who wants to hear you beg every time he’s inside you. Who won’t let you cum until you ask for it so sweetly and lives for your cries as you cream around his cock. “Describe what’s happenin’,” he says without asking.

“You must be really bored,” you groan, but do what he says. It’s your typical, cringeworthy sex scene with two characters that have zero chemistry. Dumb Bimbo Girl and Stupid Jock get drunk and stumble away from the other characters, totally ignoring the killer on the loose to get busy in the back of a van. “Never got why people always have sex in horror movies, is the dick ever really worth it?”

You don’t get an answer from Kita, not even a smartass remark. Without a response, you continue, describing to him the scene where the killer obviously comes out of nowhere to slash the two horny teens. You offer your own commentary and complain about how obvious the jumpscares are and the clearly low budget of the film.

But after a few more minutes, you realized that Kita hasn’t said anything in a while and now you’re annoyed. “Did you hang up, Shin? I’m talking to you.” He coughs on the other side as if he’s been caught off guard or something. “You’re the one that called and you’re gonna disappear on me? Rude as fuck if you ask me—”

“Yer so fuckin’ annoyin’. Hate ya so fuckin’ much,” He breathes, voice in your ear. You recognize that tone and it makes you squeeze your thighs together. There’s no way…he would never.

“Shin…why did you call me?” you ask timidly, a manner of speaking you never use with him.

Kita makes a disgruntled noise. “Every fuckin’ day ya piss me off with gratin’ voice of yers and the one time I wanna hear it, yer askin’ me these dumb questions.” He’s growling at you with pent-up anger like he’s been holding it in the entire time. “I was eggin’ ya on earlier today and ya stopped arguin’ with me.”

“You’re angry that I didn’t argue with you today? And you called me just to jerk off, you’re literally disgusting.”

He curses under his breath and you don’t miss the stray “bitch” that comes out of his mouth. “Ya haven’t hung up yet. Bet ya like knowin’ ya got me so worked up.” You really wish he wasn’t right. You can try to suppress the tingle between your legs but it’s there and your fingers are twitching to touch yourself after realizing what he’s doing.

“I could tell everyone on the team what a fucking pervert their captain was. You’ve been doing it the whole time we’ve been on the phone, haven't you?”

“Go ahead and tell them, but I wouldn’t be sittin’ on my fuckin’ high horse if I were ya,” Kita snaps. “Think I can’t hear the lil shake in yer voice? Might as well touch yerself, ain’t no shame in admittin’ yer wrong.”

You’d honestly rather die. Sure, there were days after a heated argument with Kita that had you you coming home and shoving your hand immediately went past your shorts from all the pent up energy. Or the times when you’d fuck yourself dumb on a dildo wishing that it was Kita rearranging your guts instead. But he’d never have to know anything of that. Kita’s ears didn’t have to hear what you sounded like when you made yourself cum. It’s bad enough that he knows how easily he can do it on his own.

Your silence must bother him as Kita speaks up again. “Do I need to spell it out fer ya? Or do ya need some incentive?” His voice gets closer—it’s like he’s in your ear, a shiver running down your spine that rattles your whole body.

“Ya had me so worked up today, was kinda hopin’ ya’d stay back after practice but ya left so fuckin’ early,” he groans, and now you can very clearly hear the sounds of him stroking his cock. It’s disgusting how easily you could picture it—his shirt off and pants tugged down just enough to free his length. He’s probably on his bed right now, head thrown back at the thought of you.

And here you are, laying in bed with your legs already spread somehow. “Yer so quiet, are ya thinkin’ about how I’m strokin’ my fat cock right now? Could’ve been all yers if ya weren’t such a bitch today,” Kita breathes.

“Bet if ya touched yourself right now it’d be all wet, right? Why do ya just try it? They’re not my fingers, but I’m sure ya can get yerself off.”

It’s nearly instant how your hand ends up slipping past your panties and of course, you’re soaking. God, you hate him so much. You’ve never hated anyone more in your life and yet it doesn’t stop you from plunging two fingers inside you.

Kita hears the small whine leave your lips and wastes no time jumping on it. “That’s my girl, it’s so wet, isn’t it? Bet it’s drippin’ down yer hand. Wish I was there to lick it all up, hm? Ya know I would have ya beggin’ fer my cock.”

“You sound really smug for someone who had to rub one out because I wouldn’t keep fighting with them,” you gasp, curling your fingers just enough to get your thighs to twitch. “Do you do this every night, Shin? Touch yourself when I can’t do it for you?”

Both of you take a moment to curse, the pleasure building with each insult thrown at the other. At least you two are absolutely pathetic when it comes to the other. There’s no winner here—just two incredibly horny losers that want to fuck other so badly it makes them stupid.

Maybe you should bring Kita over here once in a while, the thought of his strong arms pinning you to the soft sheets of your bed sounds a bit pleasant to you. Even if he would totally make snide comments about the posters adorning your walls. You could just hear him say, “Really, you sleep with stuffed animals?” But those comments would die the second your mouth was on him.

Your thoughts and the sounds of Kita’s grunts on the other line have you sighing in pleasure. The movie still playing on your TV completely forgotten about. “Are ya close? Makin’ that dumb face ya make when yer about to cum?” Kita’s thrust get sloppy and you’re sure he’s just as much of a mess as you are.

Is he craving your touch as much as you’re craving his? Does he have thoughts of taking you in his bed? Limbs tangled together on his sheets as your bodies rock against one another. “Let me hear it, wanna hear ya cum. It’s not gonna be as good as when I do it but I just need to hear it—fuck.”

Kita’s rambling and tripping over his words. You’re sure he’s going to cum too, you’d like to hold off on your orgasm just so he’s the first one to go over the edge—you’re so petty—but you can’t do it. Kita’s endurance has always been impressive whether he’s on the court or locked in a supply closet with his lips attached to yours. You can’t say the same, especially when you’re taking the reigns of your own gratification.

“Shin!” you cried, using your palm to add pressure on your clit. “Wish you were here, want you to make me cum, ah! It’s not the same…” It’s true and you hate saying it, but your small stubby fingers don’t compare to Kita’s longer ones. The ones that know just the right spots to hit and have you seeing stars. You keep going, saying things that you’ll likely regret later on but it doesn’t matter anymore. “I want you here, want your cock, Shin. Need you to fill me up—fuck!”

“I know, ya need me so bad, so fuckin’ desperate for it. Whinin’ like a bitch in heat, huh? Be good and cum fer me and I’ll take care of ya,” When Kita curses like that, you can tell he’s just as close as you are.

It’s not the same as Kita’s fingers, but it does the job. Before you know it, your orgasm hits, coating your fingers in your juices as you sob through it. Kita grunts, “Good girl, good girl, good girl,” He doesn’t praise you often—very rarely if you’re being honest—but his words are genuine, along with sighs of your name as he cums.

“Holy shit,” he mumbles, milking himself dry. The next few moments are filled with only the sounds of both your heavy breathing—both half-naked, pathetic, and still very, very horny.

It isn’t until the loud sound of a jumpscare on TV that you snap out of the afterglow, a soft “jesus christ,” coming out as you start to clean yourself up. “Don’t tell me that movie actually scared ya. Need me to keep ya safe?”

You’re not stupid. Kita’s clearly looking for an excuse to come over, a line he’s never crossed before. But having over to warm your bed wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. “Just come over, Shin, you’re pissing me off.”

“Fine, since ya want it so bad. Keep the door unlocked,” He hangs up and for the first time in what feels like ages, you can’t hear his voice in his ears.

You hate that you miss it.

#haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #shinsuke kita #kita shinsuke #kita smut #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke smut #shinsuke kita x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #enemies to lovers!kita #✨#✨kita #peach's spoopy season 🎃

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inkybloom-luv · 6 months

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Words Unsaid chapter 13, games and warm water chats

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Hello hello! Tis I, your resident simp, and I've finally finished this at,, I know how late it is and I'm going to bed now o'clock, dw dove I'm not stupid! Translations will be at the bottom of the text as usual and I hope you enjoy! Also check the bottom for a special note!!

Ch. 12 Masterpost Ch.14

2.290 Words

Tw; slight cussing

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That afternoon they unfortunately couldn’t find Rook before club activities started, mostly because Ace didn’t have the time to search all day, since there was a practice game scheduled for the basketball club that day. He invited Inky to join since they weren’t in a club and would likely only be bored out of her mind with Grim doing his own thing at Scarabia for now. They agreed of course, because they could cheer for Ace as well as watch Jamil play.

The game itself was against one of the local basketball teams, sage island had a few as it turns out, though most were simply hobby type teams, but this one was from the small college in the middle for the magicless residents of the island.

Ace hurried to the changing room so he would not be late as Inky helped set up before everyone arrived, though that was mostly clearing out the sports mat wagon as well as making sure the balls for everyone’s warmups and the game itself were all properly inflated. That and ace brought his music box with him this time.

“Heads up guys, I invited- the prefect to come watch..!” Ace said as he pulled the basketball jersey over his head, allowing a brief pause so his voice wouldn’t be muffled by fabric.

“Really? Yay, leafy sea-dragon! I’m gonna squeeze it when I get out!” Floyd grinned mischievously. Leafy sea-dragon had somehow become the prefects new nickname. Where it came from? Their underwater hair reminded him of the tendrils of, you guessed it, a leafy sea-dragon. Despite the incident in Octavinelle nearly accidentally turning the school’s ‘beloved’ prefect into past tense, it was not blamed on the octatrio. The breathing potion she had been given wound up wearing off too early due to not being of this world. Azul has generously apologised for this and has taken a few measures to show that he is actually sorry for miscalculating and not realising that the potion may work differently. You know, like providing proper lunches and a good table to study at when needed.

All that aside Floyd was now luckily excited for the basketball match, unlike before which Jamil, who’d been oddly quiet this whole time, had noted.

Why was he quiet? Because suddenly he felt.. nervous. Not like usual before any other basketball match, nervous in an energising but also almost anxious way. This wasn’t a major match, just practice. So why? Was it because.. Inky would be watching him? An image flashed across his mind of them wearing his jersey weeks back when they came to Scarabia for the first time since the winter holidays. ‘میں حیران ہوں کہ اس کا دن کیسا گزر رہا ہے۔’ he thought. ‘کیا وہ اپنی کلاسوں سے لطف اندوز ہوئی؟ کیا گریم نے اس کی پریشانی کا سبب بنایا؟’, well even if Grim did, surely she’s fine. Either way, Jamil pulled the red sleeve he wore with his jersey over his elbow. He had to focus. Perhaps if he did, he’d impress them, the object of his affection. It would surely then make him appear cooler, more desirable in their eyes. And that was what he wanted. Besides, he was looking forward to the game already anyway, who wouldn’t? There aren’t many basketball teams on the island, so getting to play against one another was a wonderful way to improve your own skill and test your team’s overall ability to work together.

They left to the court they were using after they all finished changing. The team would get there soon so for now it was warmups so they could play comfortably. After a thorough 20 minutes of ‘casual warm up exercises’ courtesy of coach Vargas (and a bone crushing hug by Floyd for Inky) the other team arrived, so Floyd, Jamil, Ace and the others could finish up. While they did Jamil noticed that the enemy captain was chatting up the prefect, and he noticed that they seemed to look mostly anywhere but that captain, more specifically his face, while the captain was trying to gently get her to do that.

Finally then the coach let him and the others off the hook so the other team could warm up. Leisurely Jamil jogged over to the prefect who had stood up to help hand out a water bottle to anyone who needed it.

“Thanks” he said to her. “Did Floyd crush you too much earlier?”

“No, it was nice, fixed an issue I had with my back, actually..” Inky answered, no longer avoiding eye contact and looking straight at him. It surprised Jamil because he never realised just how obvious the prefect was, when it came to looking at people when speaking.

“An issue with your back?”

“Yeah, my back tends to need cracking a lot because of posture and whatever else and I have difficulty doing it myself. Also my trapezoids are still swollen because of strain so my back and that area hurts easily. I’ll book a massage appointment one day, have to be able to afford it first though.” Oh yeah, Crowley still pays the prefect in air particles.. that needs to be fixed, maybe Jamil should talk to Kalim or the headmage directly. In the mean time though, he can do something else.

“If you would like, I could massage your back later, after the game.. I might have time as far as I know”

“Sure, but first I think we’ll both need a bath or something.. don’t know how long I’ll take though”

“Scarabia does have a large communal bath.. do you have a bathing suit? You could take a shower in the shower stations to rinse off and then I’ll join you.. in swim trunks of course. The warm warmer can help relax your muscles properly and the bath itself is quite pleasant.” He suggested. It took him a minute to truly register what he’d said to the prefect, to which he’d almost made a face, but it wouldn’t have been one of disgust, rather it would have been one of surprise since he’d offered that without thinking, so he wasn’t sure if Inky would say yes or if he’d overstepped by accident.

“I do, only a school issued one that Crowley ‘oh so graciously’ paid for.. but yeah that sounds amazing actually. Wait, won’t that be more work for you?” She asked, though was that just Jamil sort was she starting to blush? Then again.. he is a guy and even if they’d be wearing swim gear he did just offer to bathe with her. Wait. She agreed. So.. that means he’d actually get to be that close and enjoy Inky’s company in actual peace and quiet. Kalim would be busy later that day with his own stuff and he could luckily be left unsupervised since Jamil would be in the dorm at least.

A bit after that it was time for the game and now the ‘enemy’ team was struggling to avoid Floyd and his passes, it felt more like he was trying to shoot them with the ball rather than hoops and Jamil was really going for it today. They couldn’t get past them and even if they did, scoring was even harder to do. Even if Ace was the most approachable one, if they got past him, they had to avoid Floyd and then get around Jamil. Though she wasn’t at all interested in sports back in her home world, she didn’t mind attending games and the like for her friends. And if, this time, she got an amazing excuse to stare at her crush, why say no to that? All in all they were crushing it anyway and this game in particular was much more interesting to watch than any at home.

Naturally the club won the game but still their victory was worth cheering for. It showed they were a good team despite Floyd’s mood swings, learning to work with instead of against them. After all of that Jamil and the others bid farewell to the team and went to their changing rooms, to rinse off and the like.

“Oi sea snake, saw you chatting with leafy after warm ups, you trying to flirt?~” Floyd smirked, clearly just trying to get under Jamil’s skin.

“No.”, he denied, maybe a bit too quickly to be convincing. “I was worried you had hurt their back when you nearly crushed them in that hug of yours..”

“True, that’s always that but, like, your conversation was a liiittle too long for just that” Ace suddenly spoke up from behind them.

“Well, the prefect mentioned that their back hurts easily and that their muscles are always tense, so I offered to massage them”

“You know how to massage things too? Jeeze, what *don’t* you know how to do? You’re like.. insane or something! I mean, you can cook and clean, you’re good in school, basketball.. and now it turns out you’re a masseuse too? Man.. I thought Inky was exaggerating when it said you were that amazing..” Ace said in slight shock, not realising he’d actually blurted that out.

“One of Kalim’s siblings has chronic pain, so all servants were required to learn it. In any case.. Inky said what?”

“She said- wait uhh.. actually I’m not supposed to say anything so forget I mentioned that, yeah?? Good, great, amazing.. gotta go!” Ace sputtered, if the prefect knew he said anything at all about what it said about Jamil, it would be a lot worse than running out with his shirt half way pulled over his head. So that’s what he did. And that made Jamil look at the door with a surprised expression, the prefect didn’t want him to know what she said about him? But why? From what ace said it was positive things, so was Inky hiding something? Was this about the letters? He’d have to ask.

Back at Scarabia he was in his room fishing out his swim trunks from his closet. It had been a while so they weren’t at the front, but the back instead. He made his way over to the bathing area, knocking firmly and rather loudly on the door in case the prefect was still showering, but they told him through the door he could come in. He did, shutting the door behind himself, locking it too, so that no one could come in, even if he spread the word this place would be occupied for a while. Only then did he look at the prefect. Truth be told he was a bit surprised at their hair, it was somehow curlier now than it usually was, it looked very pretty, it suited her. She waved at him, but was that just Jamil‘s imagination, or was she.. staring at him?

Oh yeah, she most definitely was. But he was too. Even if it was a school issue, it’s not every day you see the person you like in swimwear and Jamil thought she looked good anyway.

He guided her to the warm water spouting from overly fancy vases held up by statues of women, modelled after those in the Twisted Wonderland equivalent of Greece. It was far too fancy for his liking but this was built in reference to Aljah’s bath back at home, the sibling he mentioned to Ace and Floyd. Sweet kid, they were friends with his sister apparently and very into Greek mythology and the like at the moment.. well they had been for years but what gives, today and especially right now there’s no need to be specific. As they sat he checked in on them and how Inky felt about the temperature, was it good? Or too warm? Cold? He breathed out and sort of let himself relax when she told him it was fine, moving her legs underwater to enjoy the sensation.

“I thought.. you know.. at the game today, I thought you looked really cool. I don’t like sports and I’m not really into them either, but I liked watching you play.. I think you know, but I do admire you a lot- uhm visually and because you’re amazing.. not sure you know how much but I think you might.. well I think you might’ve read a ‘letter’ I lost. Kalim came to me by the way, he was worried because a you were in your room all the time.”, The prefect confessed, scooting closer to and leaning on Jamil slightly, resting her head on his shoulder. They sighed, more-so to express their comfort right then and their enjoyment in Jamil’s company, though their voice changed with a laugh. “Gonna be honest here I thought you hated my guts after your Overblot.. I’ve never been happier to be wrong in my life. Thanks for the towel when you picked me up that day.. and the party situation too.” Another pause followed after it breathed in and out, coming just that little bit closer. “I’m glad you’re here with me”

Those words touched his heart, set it ablaze all over again as he put his arm around her shoulder, holding her there in his embrace but not too tightly, resting his head on hers and taking a breath. “I’m glad you’re here with me too.”

In the silent chamber a creak echoed, all was quiet and unmoving until… a coffin opened itself from the inside and out poked a head, the long face bore a confused and startled expression, maybe even scared. A brief look around told them they were not where they were supposed to be and they did not care to find out any more than that. “..Oh hell no..”, they spoke before retreating into their coffin, pulling it closed once more.

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!!Special note!!

The unnamed character belongs to @ohlookitsmorgan !! Full credit to them and feel free to go check them out their art is delicious!!

Translations;

1. I wonder how her day is going (please correct me if this is wrong)

2. Did she enjoy her classes?

3. Did Grim give her any trouble?

Tags;

@az-flaming-sword , @viperwhispered , @krenenbaker , @leonistic , @escaaaaaanyeh , @azulashengrottospiano

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itashiro-hitsuchiha · 1 year

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Fun Times for All

So I will be accepting some snippet requests as well as other things. I do want to do some more writing that isn't just threads. They are fun but there are times when I want to do small focused writing stuff like snippets. In addition, I do want to do some asks and have some fun small interactions with y'all. For that I'll separate what I'm looking/asking for from you guys as I go and give explanations.

Theme

So for the theme for these. This time around I will rip off from one of my mutuals and go with Mothers. So most if not all of the following things will be following this theme. I don't do themes often but perhaps I should for these to be a tad more interesting. This should be all that's needed to explain.

Snippets

As mentioned before I am accepting snippet requests. The rules are the same as before. For these you simply send the name of the muse(s) to be involved. If you have a muse that has a history with mine you can include them. Or have a random muse be paired in the snippet, but note the main focus should be my own muses as I do not fully know other people's muses or interpretations so I cannot properly portray them as well as the original writer for them. This doesn't change much with my canon muses as they are simply how I interpret them. I normally am hesitant for this sort of thing due to lack of confidence but I am improving on it so this shouldn't be much of an issue. Once again you should be somewhat descriptive in the snippet or scenario so I have something to work off of and write towards. Requests that are too vague will be ignored.

Kinks

When it comes to kinks I am.usually pretty open but I can be a bit more specific here. Some kinks that are allowed are as follows:

Normal: bondage, gangbang, threesome, public, breeding, facial, bukkake, creampie

Extreme but allowed: noncon, incest, monster, hypnosis, mindbreak, pet play, futa (depends on use. IM for clarification)

Extreme not allowed: NTR, cheating, the really gross stuff (you should know what this is), inflation (some bloating is ok but not Prego+ level expansion. It's just too much imo)

Gif Use

One thing I should definitely mention is that I don't have a specific list of gifs that I'd prefer to use for inspiration for these. I don't have much patience to make those nor do I have that much time and freespace to do so. However, this shouldn't discourage you guys to send in any gifs you've seen on other lists or just ones you find online that seem fun. All you need do is provide a link for me to see it. Needless to say I may have one or two preferences on the types I like to view but that's not really what this is about. Send what you fancy.

Muses

Now we have a fun layout of things it's time we get to the list of muses for this. Granted I only have three muses that are mothers but this is not entirely limited to them. However most things with them will be prioritized.

Meet the MILFs:

Naru, Kushina Uzumaki, Android 21/Vomi

These three are the priority targets but you are free to interact with the others in terms of either making them mothers or having them make someone into a mother. In that regard, basically the entire muse list is open to those. Go nuts and have them nut or have others nut onto/into them. XD

Extras

Ik this post is long but I'll keep this as brief as possible. It's not only snippets that are open here. This is for a fun means of interaction and development for some muses or just a fun thought experiment. You can freely ask the muses about their own mothers or if they want to be one, or even who they would rather make into one, and even what it's like to be one or about their kids if they are one. I reblog the "if they had a kid" meme a lot and I've answered a lot of them. But I'd like to toss the ball to you lot. Send me your ideas of what a kid between our muses would be like. Let's all have fun with this. The sky is the limit and there are lots of fun possibilities. Thank you for reading this far and let's have a fun ball with this!

#mun post #long post #fun stuff

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8 Doug Rattmann or 3 Arlen Askew pls. OR a character you haven't wrote at all for 8

I know the object of this was to do microfiction but GUESS WHAT? You get a whole-ass short story! Congratulations! 🎉🌈

I picked 8 - Sunbathing 🌞, ft. Portal's Doug Rattmann et al.

Share and Enjoy!

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Not to bring more math into this, but most folks can agree that 50,000 is a nice, round number, one that reasonably applies to a plenty of arbitrary amounts, discrete or continuous. But the further the three-man Aperture Science Surface Expedition Crew sallied forth towards their intended destination, the more they began to wonder just how applicable that particular number was to the particulars of Time. Specifically, a particular time, a particular date, a particular year with too many digits to display properly on most digital watches.

People just didn’t plan that far ahead. Even Aperture Science, peppering the terms and conditions for every new GLaDOS build with very authoritative reassurances of her longevity, phrases like in perpetuity and ad infinitum and ‘til the cows come home, failed to foresee any situation at all whatsoever where the cows actually would come home, and GLaDOS would need to be able to print out a year with more than four digits.

Much less a century with three. Life In General was feeling very much like a high school basketball scoreboard right now.

“So yeah, this is it. Michigan of the 522nd century. I guess,” said Doug, rustling up as much enthusiasm as he could on half a jam sandwich and a cup of Apercaff*. He dozily bunted the dull rubber-capped toe of his sneaker against the broad side of yet another empty pop can, sending it clattering down the sun-bleached remains of W. Umbrage Avenue.

The trio had just hiked across the prairie in front of the Umbrage Dollar Chimp discount store. It used to be a parking lot, lined curb to curb with cars, scooters both legal and unlicensed, pick-em-up trucks and refugee shopping carts from foreign supermarkets. Now it was a scabrous plain of depreciated asphalt, streaked with lush braids of ragweed and dandelions gone to seed, Mother Nature’s repo men. But it wouldn't feel like a proper nature hike until Chell eagle-eyed a row of vending machines by the store entrance, still stuffed with gum, trinkets, rubber bouncy balls, neon slime, nickels, dimes, quarters…

No matter how far they’d stray into the future, it was nice to know that the price of a Homie remained unaffected by inflation.

Back at present—whenever that was—ATLAS squibbled inquisitively as he trailed the bouncing pop can, the way he had for the last dozen or so pop cans that met a similar fate at the end of Doug’s habit-possessed foot.

“Right. Hate to say it. But I think one of us has to say it and I’m already running my mouth so it may as well be me,” he continued, resignedly. “This place looks a lot like the Michigan of the 20th century. Doesn’t it?”

Chell shuffled along somewhere around his 6 or 7 o’ clock, paced and pensive. Doug was usually content in his silence, but when he was on a ramble he did it like an old pro. She chafed her hands, then stuffed them back into the pockets of her woolen wrap skirt—whether or not the world outside was ready for the maxi-skirt to make a comeback, it was happening today. And today been a pleasant enough day for it—for sunbathing, though such pretty blue skies could be misleading. The crisp breeze blowing through them unabated made her incrementally more grateful for the radiant heat of the Aperture Science Handheld Portal Device strapped to her back.

Of course, she said nothing.

Doug gently chattered on.

“Then again, I don’t know what I was expecting, really. Eh? Ha ha. Fewer beer cans, more dinosaurs?”

Only the distant complaint of a migrating loon broke the ensuing silence.

“Giant chickens?” Doug tried again, mumbling to himself. “They’re basically dinosaurs, and y’know at least one of ours had to’ve gotten out…”

Chell shrugged it off and resumed her silent inventory of the information at hand: Umbrage, MI was a loosely incorporated community established approximately six miles due north of the Aperture Science main facility, commemorated by a tiny red dot on the old gas station map of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula that ATLAS kept in his cranial storage compartment.

To Chell, who grew up elsewhere, it was just another Dad Ramble: Whenever they passed through the place (always en route to anywhere elsewhere) he would commence a Dad Ramble about the mid-1970’s, and how the big heads at Aperture founded this small town as one of many solutions to a serious problem with employee punctuality. With necessity as a mother figure, Aperture’s experimental urban planning department invented Umbrage to give their fellow employees and test subjects a place to live, a quick commute and a Dollar Chimp for all their off-brand scented toilet paper needs. Therefore, it was reasonable to assume that the downfall of the Aperture facility would ultimately eliminate the need for such a place.

But something wasn’t right.

Something wasn’t right. Something wasn’t right and Chell became more and more dissatisfied with each attempt to emphasize the correct word in that sentence. Hoping it would quell her frustration, she focused her observations to the things that were right, or at least not wrong.

Spectacular weather. Cool, if slightly warmer than anticipated. Unbroken blue skies as far as anyone could see. Fresh air, so new to everyone’s lungs that it felt like a lovely heartburn. Normal readings on the Geiger counter.

Birds. Insects. Rubbish.

No people. No vehicles. No misplaced shopping carts. Wrong, getting wronger.

No bodies. Back to not wrong. For now.

From the onset of this sojourn she occasionally spied the same squint of scrutiny in Doug’s left eye. Until now he would keep his own questions to himself:

“So what year d’you think it is, eh?” He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his snorkel parka and looked skyward, sighing.

ATLAS parsed the question, but only whmm’d in response as his central optic dilated. They didn’t ask questions like that on Jeopardy!.

“GLaDOS says it’s been fifty thousand years, but I think even fifty is a stretch.”

Chell cleared her throat, mounting a partial retreat into the comfort of her knit scarf before speaking. “I agree with that hypothesis. Guess. Whatever.”

“Eh—?!” Doug snapped a glance backwards, startled to the point of stumbling. To date, the only words she’d ever spoken to him stayed mostly along the lines of Yeah, Nope, Screw it and Dibs on your jam sandwich. And most of these happened this morning.

“Y-you do?”

“Sort of. I mean I think you’re right,” she pressed, carefully. “But if you are right, something’s wrong. I dunno.”

“No no, that’s the bunny.” Doug nodded, uneasily. “Say GLaDOS is right and we spent fifty thousand years in stasis like she said. Sure, all the people would be gone by now. But then everything else would be gone too. None of this would be here at all, eh?”

Waterfalls could erode sheer mountainsides into lakes if given fifty thousand years to do it. Jungles could morph into deserts and vice versa. Rising oceans could carve new coastlines, effect mass extinctions, birth new civilizations and drastically reduce the cost of certain beachfront properties. In fifty thousand years, days would be longer by one SI second and mankind would’ve likely done a runner, especially if faced with the prospect of spending a lifetime of one extra seconds in Umbrage, MI.

All of that, and the Aperture Science Surface Expedition Crew was still expected to believe that the price of a Homie wouldn’t have fluctuated at least a little bit.

“Yeah, right on. But this place makes it look like it’s only been a couple decades at the most,” Chell went on. “Like, it’s totally abandoned but there’s no graffiti, no busted-out windows or anything like that. It’s like everyone just left all of a sudden. Maybe they were beamed into outer space, who knows.”

Somewhere off to an unseen side, ATLAS tottered about the curb obliviously, kneeling to harvest another pop can out of another filthy storm drain.

“Well, the aliens must’ve taken all the vehicles with 'em because I haven’t seen so much as a busted shopping cart in a ditch since we started,” rounded Doug. “I mean, look at the roads.”

“They look like your vegetable garden.”

“You could grow zucchini in these cracks.”

Chell stared at him. “Please don’t.”

“Whmm,” said Atlas, approaching the duo from behind. The mechanoid had been stuck in this activity loop since their departure, scuttling about the scrub, picking up and storing any bits of rubbish that happened to pique his interest. For a mechanoid who had never seen the greater world beyond the agency of management rails and reassembly machines, there was an awful lot to take in.

Doug turned and observed him for a moment; the way the lid to Atlas's rear storage trunk bulged like that of an overfull kitchen trash can did not escape his keen eye.

Oh well—no need to pry any further. He knew this problem would resolve itself eventually. Doug let it go with a light sigh. “Eh? What's that you got there?”

Atlas held his treasure up to the glory of the midday sun. It was another aluminum soda can, the same color as the sky, with its brand name emblazoned across its breadth in conspicuous white block letters:

“Dr. Breen's Private Reserve,” Doug read, quizzically, quickly correcting himself, “No! Dr>Breen's Private Reserve. Huh.”

Chell glared at him. How did he make that sound with his mouth?

“Whmm…?” Atlas probably asked the same question.

“Dr. Breen. Dr. Breen…” Doug repeated the name to himself, quietly, hoping to hit upon some vein of forgotten data.

“Like, Dr. Wallace Breen. Right?” tried Chell.

“Oh yeah. You think so? Sounds familiar.”

“Yeah, I know that name,” she said. “Why do I know that name?”

The two lapsed into synchronized silence, impenetrable but profound, and cold like the light of a long-dead sun, billions of miles away, at last piercing the crust of the sky, only to be hidden by fathomless daylight.

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*Apercaff, “Aperture Science's most digestible instant coffee substitute”. In fact, the ad campaign featured contemporary superstar-of-a-sort Pia Zadora dressed in the livery of an Apercaff can, shimmying around the Aperture premises' many employee break rooms, crooning I'll be your substitute, whenever you need me... While excising a nice chunk—tens of hundreds of dollars—from the company's seemingly bottomless advertising budget, this advertisement remained an Aperture Laboratories Closed Circuit Access Television exclusive. Miss Zadora herself continues to deny any involvement with the company.

#thanks for the submission!#portal #doug rattmann #chell #dr>breen's private reserve #i'll probably put this in the collection i have going on ao3

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PLEASE TELL US THE FALL PREDICTIONS i am so fascinated by astrology but i can only kinda figure out the basics (like natal charts and synastry) but transits are so fascinating (and kinda complicated) and and i’d love to hear your interpretations of what’s coming up

omg, tbh my predictions are a bit vague rn!!

i haven't had time to sit down properly and map out any predictions

but

by the end of October, the nodes are changing signs! Ketu will be moving into Virgo, and Rahu will be entering Pisces (based on sidereal transits). players with a placement in Virgo and/or Pisces will transform in some way during this shift, guaranteed

i glanced a bit at joe's birth and moon chart as well as some of the other bengal's players, but my predictions are pretty general!

joe has his saturn + ketu in pisces and rahu in virgo. i def anticipate joe going through a career change/milestone, just taking his natal saturn into consideration alone. (already he's the NFLs highest paid player!)

saturn is the natural ruler of the 10H (career, public image) and 11H (house of gains!) so rahu transiting over it is going to inflate these matters, as well as the houses saturn rules in his chart. the nodes will also be going over his natal rahu/ketu, so there will def be a deep transformation. it will be a fun 18 months to watch but honestly... i anticipate joe receding MORE into hermit mode after a certain time lol

i wish i could say i had a better view of what's to come, but since i have 0 confirmed birth times, everything is just a foggy forecast:

TW: DARK ASTRO MENTIONS BELOW CUT

but since ketu will be entering virgo, i can see a lot of virgo heavy players experiencing some kind of delay/injury when the season deepens.

travis kelce recently missed the first game because of his knee -- he has his sun + mars + mercury in virgo. i hope they keep him out until he's 100%, otherwise .. 😶

i don't like making 'dark' predictions, but i will admit i'm a little worried for the virgo placements this year, at least on the field. basically anyone really good at carrying the ball, have dominant earth. and virgo is a surprising standout!

so ketu entering virgo will definitely force a few players to 'sit down' and 'reflect', as ketu is dissolution/detachment. so the theme of 'rehabilitation' will be at play.

then rahu entering pisces-- i keep ja'marr in the front of my mind for this transit lol, he has his mars in pisces! one of the very first things the older texts mention about this kind of transit, is that the native should control his anger.

maybe we might get to see some of the ufc moves joe taught him? lol

he should also be taking every precaution he can with his feet! as pisces rules this body part. no expense spared-- rahu can also cause accidents. but this depends on ja'marr's planet periods too. at 'best', ja'marr will probably find himself checking his temper more often 🤧

and of course NOT ALL virgo/pisces placements will get hurt or injured! the nodes shifting promise a necessary change, the breaking of an illusion. it's cleaning out the rot, so i also anticipate a lot of success for these players!

i make these particular 'predictions' because of the nature of their job 💖

#i am so sorry for taking FOREVER to respond!#ily!#joe burrow #astrology #ja'marr chase #i;m so sorry for so much textlmfao

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crows-of-teal · 2 years

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My First Experience at Pride

After work today, I made the spontaneous decision to stop by a local pride event. I wasn’t even planning to go, much less stay a long time. And if I’m being honest, the entire experience was just so… isolating.

I don’t know. It probably didn’t help that I went by myself and I am a ball of stress and anxiety, but I just realized how alone I truly felt in my everyday life. I walked around a little bit trying to get a feel of the place, and I saw so many families and groups of friends, and it clicked for me that I don’t have that type of group to go with. My friends couldn’t come with me for various reasons, and my family is queerphobic and would never have let me go in the first place.

Don’t get me wrong, for as little time I was there, I enjoyed myself. I shortly spoke with some nice people who encouraged me to stay a while, I bought a little lanyard before I left, I actively recognized how much more fun it would be with friends and how I didn’t want to leave.

But the closer I got to my car, the more my reality sank in. I didn’t feel proud of my identity because I’m not: despite my ability, I don’t feel like I should be able to. I’m constantly fighting with myself about being black and (almost certainly but slightly in denial) trans and what that means and how I and others see myself and how I’m supposed to incorporate my family into that part of my life without feeling like a disappointment. And with my experience of not being around other queer people and especially queer POC, I felt and feel so lonely. Not to mention that anytime I try to take pride in my identity, I feel like an imposter. I’m a transmasculine person who can’t present masculine much at all in his everyday life. How can I feel proud when I am deprived of the choices associated with my own individuality? And despite knowing that I don’t have to adhere to a specific set of standards to validate my own identity, I feel like I can’t properly express myself as my identity unless I do traditionally masculine things. And, I feel like I can’t connect to other people like me because of my lacking expression (and anxieties but only slightly relevant).

All of this just to say that I felt detached from the pride festivities despite having provided myself with an inflated sense of pride for so long. I suppose I wasn’t quite secure in my identity, wasn’t ready and shouldn’t have gone by myself. I can’t say I regret it entirely, but I do kinda wish I didn’t go.

In the end, all I wanted was a hug, and all I got was a drive home crying and a headache.

But, uh, yeah. Happy Pride Month.

#kt speaks #long post #genderfluid #genderqueer #nonbinary #transgender #trans #lgbtqiia+#lgbt+#pride month

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top-tools · 2 months

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plushyraptor · 2 months

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Jellowshipping week 2024!

Day 7 - Free Day! 🥳

I continue feeling unwell and tired, and I'm afraid I can't finish this piece in time - heck, I'm yet to even give it a title. 🙃

However, that won't stop me from putting the ~1,200 words I'd already scribbled up riiiight here in this post on my Tumblr dot com. Since I couldn't participate in jellowshipping week as much as I had wanted to, for the last day I wanted to put together a bigger piece using some of the prompts I couldn't get to.

Alas, with health issues continuing to plague me, I find it difficult to properly participate even in the last day. I don't want to abandon this story, though; I've got plenty of notes scribbled down with a fairly solid idea of where I wanna take it, but for now, for the last day of jellowshipping 2024, I can only upload the aforementioned ~1,200 words. I appreciate this li'l event being hosted, either way!

Once finished, I'll post a link on my Tumblr dot com. 😊 Here we go!

A restless Ledian was getting desperate trying to find a better resting spot; all the searching yielded no fruit! Every spot so far had ended up being too loud or busy because of other Pokémon, or having a lot of sunshine making it too warm, or not having enough sunshine making it too cold. If only the Ledian wasn’t such a shallow sleeper in the first place!

It got distracted for a moment when a Raichu zoomed by, surfing in the air on its tail. For the Raichu, it was the perfect time to indulge in afternoon zoomies, even if its trainer had vocally disagreed with it flying away so fast.

The Raichu zoomed past all the trees and shrubs until it reached a park, where children’s joyful laughter could be heard alongside the cries of their Pokémon. At their age, an inflated rubber ball provides endless possibilities for play, and little Pokémon like Happiny and Munchlax were not going to miss out on that, either.

They sure looked like they were having fun with that bouncy sphere thingy! The Raichu briefly considered joining their game, but maybe it should return to its trainer, instead; they must’ve been miles apart by the time the Raichu stopped.

Back to zooming! The Raichu decided to give itself a challenge by surfing on the sidewalk, weaving between people, startling some more than others – including Lillie, whose side it brushed against. And since surfing through the air builds up some electricity in a Raichu’s body despite mostly using psychic energy, such a brief contact was enough for that electricity to give Lillie a loud and snappy introduction. She yelped and flinched.

“Lillie! Are you hurt?” Mallow asked, immediately dropping her shopping bag.

The blonde looked to her left and to her right, amused by the ends of her hair bending and pointing upward. She giggled.

“I was just startled, is all. I’m not in any pain.”

Mallow couldn’t help herself and poked some of Lillie’s floating strands of hair – until she herself got a taste of that static zap.

“Oh! I-is it my turn to ask if you’re hurt?”

“Hee hee, you can! But I’m in no pain, either. I’m just made of silly! I don’t know what I was expecting to happen.”

“Now your pigtails are doing the same thing,” Lillie pointed out, “but admittedly I’m scared to touch them.”

“Oh, no! How are we going to hug at this rate? This truly is a tale of tragic proportions, two princesses separated by the wretched curse of a berserk Raichu~!” Mallow said in a playfully dramatic tone, accompanying her words with equally exaggerated posing.

“What a terrible fate has befallen us,” the blonde replied with a chuckle, then handed Mallow’s bag back to her.

It was a paper bag containing a sole shoe box; Mallow needed a new pair of sneakers since she’d worn her last out to the point of it falling apart, and with only a single back-up pair at home, she simply considered it reasonable to have a safety net even in the form of footwear.

The purchase didn’t go without its struggles, though; first she found a cute floral pair they didn’t have in her size. Then there was a neat red pair that would’ve been a great match for her tube top if it hadn’t been the least comfortable pair of shoes she’d ever set foot in. And the cute pair that was modelled after Steenee had quite the poutworthy price tag.

She had eventually settled on the pair in said box – comfy white sneakers that wouldn’t look out of place in a video game about fresh cephalokids.

Mallow took the bag from her. “Thank you, milady. I’m glad you agree with being a princess,” she said with a smile.

Lillie’s head sunk a bit. “As long as I get to be your princess specifically,” she said, bashfulness lacing her voice.

“Sure, I… you just, ugh, who authorised you to make me blush? I don’t think I did!” Mallow replied, visibly flustered but still playful.

“Oh, am I in trouble?” Lillie asked, wiggling innocently.

“Yes, I think you are. My fingers haven’t touched your sides in a while,” said Mallow in response without holding her mischievous intents back. Sensing her antics, Lillie flinched.

“Indeed! Perhaps we could arrange it to stay that way for longer!”

Mallow stepped closer, looking at her smugly. But then her expression shifted from mischievous to simply smiling.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t turn you into a squeaky toy in front of everyone.”

Lillie pouted. “Squeaky toy?!” She repeated, squeaking indeed. Mallow couldn’t help bursting into giggles. The blonde put her hands on her hips. “Unbelievable,” she added as a soft blush appeared on her face.

As the girls continued on their way, they eventually reached the park with the children and Pokémon playing, though instead of a ball they were all joyfully occupied with massive bubbles coming from a large bubble wand. The Happiny in particular had its itty-bitty mind blown by the floating shiny spheres; she simply sat in the grass, eyes and mouth wide open.

“Aww, this makes me wanna have Lana’s Popplio blow us bubbles too!” Mallow exclaimed. “I feel so jealous of those kids right now.”

“Her bubbles are quite strong, aren’t you scared of flying away in one?”

“I’m not,” she replied simply.

“...well, now I feel jealous.”

Mallow giggled. “You know I’d come and save you if anything were to happen to you.”

What a blush-inducing thing to say! Lillie looked away, definitely not imagining Mallow carrying her like a princess.

The direction she looked into happened to have a shop with something eye-catching in its display. She slowed down, but only briefly, picking her pace back up so Mallow wouldn’t notice the-

“Lillie! Do you see that Bellossom plushie?!”

There was so much joy in her voice, Lillie felt a little bad speaking up.

“...oh, no. You spoiled the surprise.”

Mallow looked at her, the supposedly spoilt surprise very much actually on her face. When the surprise faded, though, Lillie could see it was a touching moment for her.

“Lillie, you don’t have to buy it for me. I’m perfectly fine without one,” she said, nervously rubbing her lower arm; and Lillie knew she wasn’t quite sincere about the stuffed toy, with how fond she was of Bellossom to begin with. But Palentine's was approaching fast, and Lillie was yet to buy anything as a gift for her.

“I don’t consider it an obligation. It’s my desire to gift it to you, as a means of showing appreciation for everything you do for me. A-and that I… love you.”

A few tears welled up in Mallow’s eyes. But she didn’t want to drag the mood down, so she quickly wiped them off.

“Well, fine, but in exchange you’ll let me get you something too!”

Lillie folded her lips, unsure how to handle such a quick change of moods.

“Giving gifts is a pleasure, and I don’t want to deprive you of that,” she said, admittedly feeling somewhat apprehensive over Mallow spending money on her.

Mallow didn’t hesitate tackling the blonde with a hug.

“You with your fancy words! You’re such a nerd, Lillie!”

Again, being called a nerd – how was Lillie supposed to interpret this? Mallow’s gleefully affectionate voice was in such contrast with what nerd as a word felt like to the blonde.

“I love that about you,” Mallow added, softer. The message became clear.

#Pokémon Sun and Moon #Lillie (Pokémon)#trainer Lillie #Mallow (Pokémon)#trial captain Mallow #jellowshipping #jellowshipping week 2024

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