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(Koala lent him the boots.)

Listen to Meta Knight guys. You can't not agree with one of the best warriors in all of the galaxy, right? (He beat Galacta Knight so he's one of the best)

This is also Brawl Meta Knight. Y'know. One of the most overpowered characters in the entire history of Smash. (No, he was INSANE in Brawl. He got banned in most tournaments.)

Aftermath

Original fic by @sugarglider-s -> Link here

As said above, this is a comic based on a fanfic written by @sugarglider-s (is not mine)

This is made by my interpretation of it and I highly recommend reading the fic, there's many details I can't add to a comic and the writing is beautiful. I hope I made it justice :)

How dare they call her kid a monster

HELLO IVE BEEN WAITINT DOR THIS MOMENT CAN I REQUEST FOR LAW A ONE SHOT OF HIS SO BEING SICK N HES JUST SUPER WORRIED N SCARED FOR HER WELL-BEING AND NURTURES THEM BACK TO HEALTH THANJ YOU I LOVE TOU HAVW A GEWAT DAY/NIGHT TOODLES POOKIE PIE

A/N: Apparently I don’t know how to write short fics anymore. Here you are :) Word Count: 3k Characters: gn reader x Law CW: reader sickness, serious sickness, angstttttt (with fluff at the end. i'm not a monster)

Sickness

It took a sniffle for Law to finally see the signs. 

You were already asleep, sprawled out in the bed when it happened. You had been abnormally warm today, spending most of it in a tank top and shorts despite being in a winter ecosystem. When it was time for meals, you opted for ice cream over anything else. You hadn’t been very hungry, and that was the only thing you craved. The crew had made fun of you, but you hadn’t shot back any witty remarks like normal.

And then at bedtime, you had immediately pulled Law into bed when you both entered the room. Your cold feet pressed against his calves, causing him to hiss and jerk away from you. But you just gave a soft, sleepy giggle, wrapped your arms around him, and fell asleep almost immediately. He enjoyed your snuggles, but not even ten minutes later, you had pushed him away and kicked the blankets off, sprawling out in the bed in the little clothing you had on.

It’s not exactly where Law thought the evening was going. You had been so clingy over the past few hours, silently begging him to go to bed. He just thought the two of you were just playing a game of teasing, one that would end in a night of fun. 

And then you sniffled in your sleep and readjusted, groaning from the heat in the room. And Law realized what he had been missing all day. You were sick. How could he even call himself a doctor if he couldn’t see the obvious signs with you, the person he knew best? 

He needed to run a scan. He wasn’t sure how serious it was, and early intervention was always the best cure. He slowly, painstakingly, tried to get out of bed without disturbing you. 

“Law?” Your voice was thick with sleep, your eyes only opening a fraction of an inch. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he assured you. He bent down to kiss your forehead, but thought better of it. If it was contagious, he didn’t want to catch it. Instead, he put a hand to your face, and his breath caught in his throat. He could feel the warmth radiating off of you. Your skin was hot to the touch as he swept your matted hair away from your forehead. 

He was panicking now, but he gave you a tense smile. He had to maintain his composure. “Go back to sleep, alright?”

“I’m hot,” you whined, flipping over your pillow and pressing the cool silk fabric to your face. “I don’t feel so good.”

“I know,” he cooed, still brushing the hair out of your face. “Let’s get to the bottom of this, okay? See what’s going on.”

You gave a weak nod, too tired to do anything else. “Can we just do the exam here?”

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. One arm slid under your back, the other slid behind your knees, and Law scooped you up in one swift, gentle motion. 

You laid your head against his chest, and he could feel the heat coming off your body in waves. He forced his heart to remain steady and unbothered, fully aware that you could hear it. 

Silently carrying you to the medical room, his mind raced through the options of what you could be sick with. It was likely a virus, which meant it would be difficult for him to remove. And viruses could change and multiply on a dime. You were already displaying signs of-

“Law.” Your groggy voice jarred him from his thoughts. “I’m fine. Stop panicking.”

He had been so focused on his heart, he hadn’t been paying attention to the rest of his body. His grip on you had gotten too tight, his pace was just short of sprinting, and his breath was shallow and rapid. 

“You should’ve told me,” he said, carefully maneuvering you through the examination room door. 

“I didn’t think it was a big deal. It’s just a cold.”

“It could be-”

“Don’t start spiraling,” you scolded, giving a light cough. “Just do your job.”

His eye twitched in irritation, but he wouldn’t say anything because you were sick. He knew you were right, of course. But he hated when you had to call him out like that. He placed you gently on the cool metal table, and you hummed in delight at the refreshing sensation against your skin. 

He grabbed his sword and ran a quick scan, trying to find the source of your sickness. 

A red icon appeared in your scan around your lungs. “Bronclima,” Law breathed. “A very rare parasitic virus that can be caught in winter islands. The virus can hibernate for hundreds of years, usually residing in old snow caves.”

You gave a weak laugh. “Like the snow cave we climbed down into yesterday, huh?”

“This isn’t funny!” Law snapped. He ran to his bookshelf, searching for any information about it. “Bronclima is extremely rare and…”

“Deadly?” you finished for him. You suddenly felt infinitely more tired. “Can’t you just take it out?”

“Parasitic viruses are tricky,” he mumbled, flipping through an old book. “You have to get it all or else your body just becomes more susceptible to them. It’s hard to use a room technique on viruses in general, but parasitic ones are alive and can move, which makes it almost impossible.”

“Antibiotics, then.”

“No.” Law’s teeth were grit together; you could tell he was only keeping it together so you wouldn’t break down in a panic. “Antibiotics only work on bacterial infections. Viruses just have to run their course.”

“The strong survive,” you hummed, closing your eyes. “The weak die. I see.”

“You’re not dying,” Law hissed. “Bronclima only likes the cold, so we're going to keep you hot and force this thing to die, okay?”

“I’m already so hot, though,” you whined, rolling over on the exam table. At least the metal helped you cool down.

“Good. Stay hot. Stay alive.” Law picked you back up, and you groaned at the sudden movement and absence of the cold surface. 

He carried you to the shower without a word and set you down inside it. You could feel the anxiety rising in him as he fiddled with the temperature gauge, and turned the shower on.

You cried out in pain as the hot water hit you, and your hands flew up to try and block as much of the water as you could. Your skin immediately started to turn red, welting as the water cascaded over you.

Law saw your reaction and quickly tested the water with his hand, but it was only lukewarm. He clenched his teeth and slowly turned the water hotter, adjusting the nozzle so the water was raining down directly on you.

“Law!” you shrieked, trying to get out of the way without moving. You couldn’t find the energy to crawl away from the water, even though your skin felt like it was burning off. Law watched you carefully, turning the water temperature up slowly. 

“Please,” you sobbed, curling up into a sitting fetal position. “Please stop. You’re going to kill me, Law.”

“Hey.” Law crouched down next to you and tilted your head up to look him in the eyes. Tears and scalding water streaked down your face and blurred your vision, but you could see the familiar outline of him. He had stripped down to only his boxers, and he pulled you into his lap and held you close to him as the water rained down on your both. He kissed the top of your head, trying his best to comfort you. “You’re strong. You can handle this, okay?”

You let out a sob in response, but you nodded into his inked chest. You had been through worse, though you couldn’t remember a specific time at the moment.

The two of you stayed there for a long time. You weren’t sure exactly how time was passing, so you counted how many times his fingers ran down your hair. It was 259 strokes before you finally passed out from exhaustion and pain. 

You woke up, now in a steaming hot tub, Law still holding you. You let out a soft whimper from the pain, and Law jolted up. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled, readjusting you slightly against him. “I must’ve dozed off.”

You gave another small nod, too tired to do anything else. 

“We need to get your entire body submerged,” Law said, his voice steely. “At least up to your shoulders.”

“Law, please-”

“I know.” His voice broke when he spoke. “I’m sorry, but I can’t lose you, okay? So please keep fighting.”

You could hear the desperation in his voice. He was on the verge of tears, barely holding it together for you. 

You had to fight for him. You owed him that much, and so much more. He always had faith in you, he was always saving you. This was the least you could do. Clenching your teeth and bracing yourself, you completely submerged yourself in the scalding bathwater. 

The heat of the water took your breath away, and you clamped your hands over your mouth to prevent any more air from escaping. You felt like your skin was melting off, but you forced yourself to stay completely under. You’d stay under as long as you had to if it meant getting this wretched virus out of your system. 

Two strong hands grabbed your arms and pulled you back to the surface. Law’s golden eyes pierced into your soul, scanning your face for any signs of distress. 

“Let me go back under,” you begged between heavy breaths. 

He scowled. “So you can drown?!”

You pulled away from him and plunged back into the water. It still burned, but it wasn’t as hot as before. 

Law immediately pulled you back up, trying to get you to calm down. 

“Soup,” you gasped, wiping the tears from your eyes. “I need soup.”

“What has gotten into you? Where’d this energy come from?”

“I want to live. I want to be with you. I’m not being taken out by some stupid virus. So go get me soup!”

Law grabbed your face and went to kiss you, but you pushed him away. As much as you needed his lips as encouragement, you couldn’t have him getting sick too.

“Soup!” You pushed him out of the tub, and he ran out the door in his boxers. You could only hope nobody else on the ship was awake yet. You were certain that would cause a lot of questions between captain and crew. 

Alone in the tub, the water felt much warmer. You could feel yourself sweating, and you were starting to get nauseous. Your body felt like it was on fire, but you forced yourself to keep your body submerged. You desperately wanted to get out, just for a second. But you couldn’t. You refused to give this parasitic virus even a moment of rest. Law was right. You were not weak. 

He came back into the room with a bowl of soup, and your nausea increased just from seeing the steam rolling off of it. 

Bile rose up your throat and into your mouth at the smell of the hot dumplings. You leaned over the side of the tub. “Law, I think-” 

Law quickly put the bowl down and grabbed a trash can, his skilled fingers wrapping around your hair and holding it back just as you emptied your stomach into the bin.  

“It’s okay,” Law soothed. “You’re okay.”

Once you were finally done, he set the trash can aside and grabbed a rag to help you get cleaned up. “That’s a good sign,” he said, brushing your stringy hair away. 

You gave a light laugh. “How are you not completely disgusted with me right now? I’m a mess.”

“I could never be disgusted with you.” His voice was so caring and soft, you almost broke out in tears. 

“Soup,” you choked out, desperate to change the subject as tears welled in your eyes. You didn't want to be physically and emotionally vulnerable with him right now. One was enough for him to handle.

He gave you a small knowing smirk but didn’t say anything. Instead, he rested the soup bowl on the edge of the tub and climbed back in with you again. 

You reached for a bowl, but he intercepted your hands and pulled you into his chest instead. “Give yourself a moment to recuperate,” he said. “How’s the water feel?”

“Hot,” you groaned, but you nuzzled your head into his chest. “You’re a nice addition though.”

He trailed his finger up and down your spine, both of you laying against each other in silence. You could almost fall asleep like this if the water weren’t so uncomfortable. 

After a few minutes, he tapped lightly on your back. “Ready for the soup?”

“I’m probably going to barf again,” you warned. 

“I think I can handle it. I’m a doctor after all.”

You rolled your eyes, but picked up the bowl. It was so hot that you almost dropped it from shock, but Law grabbed your hands to steady it, and he nodded at you encouragingly.

The best course of action would probably be to drink the broth first, and then eat the dumplings. You pressed your lips to the rim of the bowl and inhaled. The steam burned your nostrils and the back of your throat. Every part of you was screaming in anguish, but you opened your mouth and tilted the bowl upwards. 

The broth flooded your senses- first with flavor, and then immediately with a burning sensation. You sputtered and choked from the pain, and Law pulled the bowl away from you as you coughed, attempting to clear your airway. You tried to settle yourself down, but you couldn’t figure out what was wrong. It was like you were choking and hyperventilating all at once. There was too much air, yet not enough. 

Law put the bowl of soup on the edge of the tub and began rubbing your back, trying to get you to calm down. You could see the panic in his eyes, despite his cool exterior. 

“What hurts?” He asked urgently. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine,” you said between coughs. “Just burns.”

After another few minutes, you finally calmed down enough to breathe without coughing. “Let’s try again,” you offered. 

“I hate being so useless,” Law said. “You’re working so hard and I can’t even do anything to help.”

“What are you talking about?” you scoffed. “You’re the only thing keeping me going. Every ounce of me wants to give up. And I would’ve if it weren’t for you.”

“That’s not what I-”

“Being a doctor is more than just operations, okay? You’re doing the best you can. Cut yourself some slack, Trafalgar Law.” The amount of energy you had to use just to form those words was making you a little dizzy, but you didn’t regret it. “Now give me that soup.”

It burned going down. You wanted to scream and cry and curse, but you didn’t. Even with tears streaming down your face, you drank the entire bowl. You could feel your stomach bubbling, trying to decide if it should reject the liquid again, but it stayed down. 

Law moved you to the shower again, and you let the hot water rush over your skin while he refilled the tub. The water from the showerhead still burned, but it was more like a tingling sensation now. You weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. You’d mention it to Law later; you didn’t want to inconvenience him with possible bad news at the moment. 

“Ready to move back to the tub?” he asked, poking his head into the shower. 

You gave a weak nod and pulled yourself to your feet. You began to take a step, but stumbled and fell. Law closed the gap between you in an instant, catching you and keeping you steady before you hit the ground. 

“You’re standing,” Law said, looking at you as if you had just performed a miracle. “You haven’t stood on your own since you got into bed last night.”

You gave him a smile. “Help me to the bath? I don’t think I’m quite ready to walk on my own.”

“You’re standing, though! Do you know how big of a deal this is?” You could hear the excitement in Law’s voice, which sparked your own joy. 

“Tell me.” You took a step towards the bath, your arm wrapped around Law for support. 

“You don’t understand,” Law said. “Bronclima takes your energy from you and you never get it back as long as it’s alive. If you’re regaining energy, then…” He helped you into the tub, afraid to say the last part. He was scared to hope for the best outcome. 

The water felt warm against your skin, but in an almost pleasant way now. You sat down and sunk into the water so that your entire body up to your shoulders was submerged once again. 

A blue hue emitted around the room, and Law ran another scan on your body and you closed your eyes and enjoyed the steamy atmosphere. 

“Clear,” Law mumbled. “It’s clear.” You could hear the scan being run again, and the soft positive beep of no issues being found. 

“Am I cured, doctor?” you hummed, your eyes still closed. 

“It’s gone,” Law whispered, hardly believing it himself. That virus had a 15% survival rate and usually lasted for days. And you beat it in less than 10 hours. 

“We can’t let this bathwater go to waste.” Your entire body suddenly felt very limp, worn out from what you had just put it through. “Come lay with me.”

“In the bath?” Law raised an eyebrow, but you held a hand out, beckoning him in. You knew he couldn’t say no to you after all you had been through. 

He gingerly stepped into the tub and rested his back against the wall of the tub. You felt his tattooed arms wrap around you and pull you up onto his chest. You rested on him, the water feeling much more inviting now than it had earlier. 

“This is nice,” you murmured, already starting to doze off to sleep.

“We can lay here as long as you want,” Law said. He held his composure until he was certain you were asleep, and then cried silent tears of relief until his eyes were red and puffy. He had been so close to losing you because of his negligence, and he vowed to never take you for granted again. 

Sometimes you see/hear something and your brain just. Will not stop thinking about it. This is one of those times.

Please enjoy this attempt to scratch a fairly violent itch.

>Law has an Alaskan Malamute.

what do you mean jennifer saunder's shrek 2 cover of Holding Out for a Hero didn't play over the entirety of dressrosa arc

“Bc duh 💅 “ in the most fruity way possible, ENDED OMNIFLOP!

Kinktober 2023 - Day 22

Today we're going to get a little... strapped.

Character: Yamato, Ace D. Portgas Reader: cis!fem Reader Warnings: Vaginal fingering, anal sex, vaginal sex, threesome, hitachi wand, strap-on, he/him Yamato as is proper, swearing, 18+

Summary: Yamato has a new, 11 inch long rainbow strap and wants to test it out. You're unsure about it fitting, but Ace is up for the challenge. -:- 3,197 words

Toy Box

“I can’t take that!” You exclaim, pointing at the 11”, threateningly thick, pale rainbow colored strap that Yamato’s holding in his hand. You look down at your own crotch as if to prove some sort of point. “Yams, I’m entirely too small, you’ll bottom out before you get it all in.”

Yamato is the tallest of the three of you, and you feel bad as his shoulders droop a little. You didn't want to disappoint him, but you knew your physical limits, and that was beyond the mark for you.

Ace tilts his head, looking at you. “Is that bad?”

“I mean, not for everyone, but for me it hurts.” You admit with a whimper. “Sorry Yams.”

“Wait, does it hurt when I -?” Ace starts and you shake your head, face heating up.

“No you…” You put your hands over your face, out of the three of you that made up this little love nest, you were the only one with an excess of embarrassment. “You fit perfect.” You mumble.

Ace ruffles your hair and you can imagine the big grin on his face. “Well, I could take it.” He says assuringly. “A little prep and enough lube and I bet it’ll feel amazing.”

“Do we want to get started now?” Yamato questions, his face brightening up. “It vibrates.” He adds, a mischievous and delighted smile as he turns it on and off to prove his point.

You almost wanted to wear it to peg either one of them, but you stay quiet as Ace is all for trying it now.

“I suppose I’ll sit back and enjoy the show then.” You say as brightly as you can manage.

“Huh?” Both ask at the same time, confusion on their face.

“You can sit back and watch if you want,” Ace starts.

“But you don’t have to.” Yamato finishes.

Now it’s your turn to tilt your head. “But how?”

The two of them smile. The smiles aren’t devious, but the energy coming from both of them is.

“There’s a couple different ways that are easy enough.” Ace promises you. “How about I lay down and you can get on top of me?”

“Well, but then-.”

“If you hook my legs with your arms you’ll have leverage,” Ace interrupts.

“And I’ll have access!” Yamato declares triumphantly.

“Access to?” It’s not making sense in your head and they both point to Ace.

Ace laughs when you look more confused, and helps you pull your shirt off as the three of you begin to strip. Which is more, the two of them stripping you down while stripping one another. Normally you would help, but you’re confused, and a moment ago you were certain you were going to be sitting this one out, so it feels a little whiplashy.

“This is going to make more sense if we just do it.” He says, tossing your shirt away. Tilting your face up toward his with his finger he leans down and kisses you.

Once you return his kiss his hands start to wander, pulling the straps of your bra down as you feel Yamato behind you, undoing the clasps. The two of them always took care of you, ever since a drunken party one college night had led Yams to declaring he could take both of you. Your relationship with Ace turned into a poly relationship pretty fast after that.

Yams and Ace were all the sunshine and energy of the group, and you were usually the more reserved and level-headed one. For all their shenanigans though, you worked well together. Outside of the bedroom you were often the one in charge, organizing who did what chores and keeping the house stocked and the meals planned.

In the bedroom, however, they took care of you.

Ace’s hot fingers were cupping and teasing your breasts as his kisses moved away from your mouth to your neck. You held onto him, stepping out of your jeans as Yamato helped you out of them. With the last of your clothes gone, save your socks, Yamato spread your legs a little and started teasing your clit with his fingers.

Your fingers flexed against Ace’s skin, and you sucked in a breath of surprise before moaning. You could feel the two of them exchanging kisses as they continued to play with you. Yams’ thumb pressed along your slit, causing you to spread your legs a little further, holding onto Ace’s shoulders as Yamato’s thumb pushes inside of you.

Your hips roll and you’re almost riding his hand.

“Puh-please, please, you two… I,” you gasp as Ace twists your nipples a little. Not enough to hurt, but enough to run a strong sensation through your chest. He leans back, and so do you, resting against Yamato a little as the latter holds onto you and teases you while Ace watches for a moment.

You don’t bother continuing to beg, feeling the blood rush through you as Ace’s eyes move over your body. He strips himself down, not taking his attention away from you and Yamato as your white-haired lover begins to lick and tease your skin while he continues to play with your pussy.

“Look at him being all cocky like that.” Yamato hums into your ear. “Giving you that grin like I’m not going to twist his sweet face in a few minutes.”

Ace’s devious smile breaks into a larger full grin. “That strap ain’t that big.” He asserts, going over and sitting on the edge of the bed, motioning for the two of you to join him.

Yamato releases you, giving you a playful smack on your ass to get you moving while he takes his own time to strip and get things ready. Ace lifts you up into his lap, hugging your chest to his and kissing along your collarbone as his hands steady you.

“Sure you’re up for this?” He questions, looking up at you from the mess of dark hair.

“I’m not the one getting sandwiched.” You say, giving him a kiss on the forehead. “Besides,” you start, looking away even though you’re sure Ace can see the embarrassment on your face. “You two have me all worked up now.”

“Ah, so it’s our fault.” Ace hums, grabbing you and flopping backward before you can reply. You squeak a bit, shifting a little as he helps you sit up more.

Ace steadies you by your breasts, teasing you even as he supports you, and Yamato helps hook Ace’s legs against your arms. Holding Ace’s legs with your arms meant you couldn’t smack away his hands from your breasts, but the leverage let you tease his hardening cock with your wet slit.

Ace’s legs twitch against your arms and you see the heat rise in his face, his fingers trembling a little as he continues to try and tease you. Yamato rests his head on your shoulder, kissing you softly as you both watch Ace.

“He’s cute when he’s trying not to moan, isn’t he?” Yamato prompts. You nod, grinding into Ace’s cock a little more roughly as Yamato pushes two fingers into the freckled man’s ass.

Ace pulls his hands off your chest, grunting a little bit before he finally lets a soft moan fall from his lips.

“What a good boy,” Yamato purrs, and you grin down at Ace. He huffs a little, lifting your hips and lining himself up with you before lowering you down onto his cock.

“Don’t you get sassy with him,” he asserts, pushing you down onto him. You don’t stifle the satisfied sigh as he fills you up. Thick and curved a little, Ace didn’t hit too deep, but he did seem to fit you exactly as you needed, teasing the most sensitive places in your pussy with that curve. He kept talking about getting a piercing or two, and while you’d never ask him to do so, you hoped he would on his own one day.

Your eyes roll up into your head a little as his thumb teases your clit while you shift your hips.

“See, you should be more honest, like her.” Yamato teases, kissing your back before he kneels between Ace’s legs. “Relax, hot stuff.”

“I’m re-laaaaaxed!” Ace’s voice goes up a little and nearly breaks. You did your best to consciously squeeze against him as he started to speak, and it paid off. His ears are bright red and he’s looking at you in disbelief for a moment before he grins. “Someone’s trying to be a brat tonight.”

He turns his head to the side. “Hey Yams, can you grab that other thing you bought?”

“The wand? Sure.”

“The what?” You question, a little concern creeping into your voice.

“Don’t worry, just hold my legs.” Ace replies before Yamato can answer you.

A moment later Yamato is plugging something into the wall and handing it off to Ace. It’s a long rod with a bulbous end.

“Is that a -.”

“Vibrator? Yup.” Ace answers, smacking his lips at the end of the last word.

“It plugs into the wall?!” You’re feeling nervous suddenly. The three of you have used quite a few toys and accessories as time had gone on, but this was new.

Ace clicks it on, and it vibrates almost violently. The devious look on his face is practically making you shiver more than the possibilities of that vibrator. Your arms are still holding his legs, and your legs are straddling him. Wherever he decides to go with that thing, you can’t stop him.

Curiosity is also driving you forward.

“Haa, I felt you twitch that time,” he points out, pressing the bulb end against your clit while it’s off. The squishy material doesn’t give too much, and you can’t help rocking your hips against it. “Hey Yams, before you work that behemoth into me, hold onto (Y/N) for a minute.”

“Let me get this in first.” Yamato replies, pushing the head of the strap on into Ace’s lubed ass. Ace lets out a soft sigh, doing his best to relax and help Yamato work the toy in.

“Fuck.” Ace huffs.

“Too much?”

“N-nah,” he husks. “She’s twitchin’ against my cock, and the strap’s stretchin’ me, it’s just a lot.”

“St-stop teasing me with that th-thing,” you stammer. The warmth of Yamato behind you was more of a turn on because you knew he was slowly burying himself into Ace. Something about the whole situation was unbearably hot.

“Almost there,” Yams says, licking along your shoulder and making your whole body tremble.

You and Ace moan at the same time, and you can easily picture the pleased smile on Yamato’s face. He loved twisting you both around his finger and being the main lead/dom whenever you three got into things. Ace might top him from time to time, but he was wily as he was tall, and since he was the tallest of the three of you he was almost always in charge.

“There.” Yamato says, letting out a heavy breath before locking his arms around yours and your body, pressing your back against his chest. Not only were you held back by Ace’s legs, but now you were fully pinned in place.

Anticipation already has you in knots as Ace pushes the toy against your clit again. He rubs a little, until you finally look at him. When your eyes meet those storm steel ones of his he clicks the wand straight into high gear.

Your body clenches, tightening against Ace’s cock inside you, and shivering in Yamato’s hold. You suck in a breath in surprise, and it takes you a second to let it out. Nervous, broken moans fall from your lips as your body continues to squirm. If you weren’t held in place so well, you’re fairly certain you would’ve twitched right off of Ace’s waist.

“Damn, I can feel it.” Ace huffs, toes curling a little.

“Oh.” Yamato shifts behind you, holding you steady as he reaches down and clicks something. Ace’s body tenses and he pushes the wand into you a little harder for a moment. “Now you can really feel it.” Yamato assures him, having turned the vibrating function on for the strap buried in Ace.

“Haa, shit, I’m not going to last long like this.” Ace pants, rolling the toy around and teasing you with it. He’s flush from his face down to his elbows, his freckles disappearing into the blush that’s rising to the surface.

Yamato starts to help you move a little, giving you enough room to ride Ace’s cock while he keeps the wand on your clit.

“Yams, you ba-bastard.” Ace growls.

“It’ll be easier to rail you if you cum once.” Yamato points out happily, before turning and whispering into your ear. “Don’t hold back now, cum hard and watch his pretty face twist when he fills you up. Focus now.”

“Cum, I’m gonna cum,” you huff. Your whole body feels hot. You almost wish you were stuffed by both of them, with the vibrator on top of it. You’d probably lose your mind, but it would be worth it. As it was, the only thing really keeping you steady, was what Yamato had said.

Yamato nuzzles into the crook of your neck, licking and nibbling your tender flesh as his hands shift and tease your tits. You see Ace’s face twitch, his brows knitting as his mouth goes slack. His breath is coming out heavy and quick, and you know he’s as close as you are – probably losing his mind watching Yamato play with you.

“-Much! Too much!” You cry, your words at odds with your actions as you ride Ace without Yamato’s help. Even as the orgasm slams into you, you keep trying to move. Ace’s free hand grips your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin. You aren’t sure if he’s trying to stop you, or urge you on, and you’re rewarded with quite the view as he nearly sobs.

You can’t blame him, the intensity of your own climax still had you shivering and trembling, especially with the wand still going. You’re pretty sure your orgasm had slammed him into his faster than he expected. It was like having the floor yanked out from under you unexpectedly – and the surprise and rush looked beautiful on his face.

You feel him cum inside you, shifting the wand to a lower setting as the two of you work your way through the last few pleasurable twitches. He shuts the wand off, setting it off to the side, as he fights to catch his breath.

“Fuck me.” He huffs.

“Okay!” Yamato responds, holding onto your shoulders, as you’re holding onto Ace’s legs, and you hear Ace make a weird noise as you feel Yamato start to thrust into him.

“Yuh-Yaaam-ma-ma-ma-moto!” Ace stammers, his legs squirming in your grip. You hold on tight. Despite your own exhaustion from cumming so hard, you feel revived watching Ace squirm underneath you.

Ace grabs the sheets, his hips bucking against Yamato’s thrust, shoving himself deep into you. You can feel him twist and shift inside you, even before he bucked. You’re trying not to move too much so that he can recover a little on his own, but his legs twitch and it shifts you around, and when you shift he sucks in a breath, letting out a nervous shivering laugh.

“See? I told you it would be worth it.” Yamato huffs, picking up his pace.

You lean back against him, starting to shift your hips and ride Ace again. “You weren’t wrong.” You agree and you hear Ace whimper.

“You’re both, haa, haa-awful.” Ace gasps, moaning as you and Yamato start to synchronize a little. “Shiiiiiiit.” He hisses.

You grin, leaning over and leaving kisses against his calf. “I didn’t realize how adorable you were, hot stuff.” You tease, using Yamato’s nickname for him.

Ace pouts, his face and ears red, giving you a sour look for a second before he’s gripping the bed sheet again. “I’m gonna get you ba-back.” He growls the words, but there’s a delicious whine that escapes him as Yamato shifts.

“Ah, there it is.” He says, pushing Ace’s legs forward a little, tilting you forward slightly in the process. “Now to make you both cum again.” Yamato promises and you feel a chill down your spine at the tone in his voice.

Normally Yamato was happy and cheerful, much like Ace. But while Ace could shift from laughter to husky and demanding, Yamato usually stayed very lighthearted all through the night. It was rare that his demeanor shifted away from mischievous at the most.

Yamato began thrusting into Ace’s ass with enough force to bounce you on Ace’s cock. Being tilted forward a little and held in place mostly by your own hold on Ace’s legs, you didn’t have the position to keep yourself still. Every slap of Yamato’s hips into Ace’s thighs pushed you forward, and you’d shift back down again.

The angle also made your clit rub into Ace’s lower abs, and so the pleasure was a jolt on two fronts.

“Yam-Yams!” You gasp, holding onto Ace’s legs a little tighter doesn’t help. His moving is what’s making you move in the first place.

“Yes?” Yamato hums. “Does it hurt?”

You shake your head. “No, no, but it’s too – too much we won’t be able to- hnnngh, heck.” You tense, groaning before you stammer the little half swear. “You’re gonna wear us ow – out.”

“Probably.” Yamato replies, speeding up a little. “But I wanted to wreck Ace with this new strap, so I’m getting what I want.”

“M-Me?!” Ace exclaims. “You, haaa-nnngh-fuck – you said it was for, for,” Ace throws his head back and his back arches. You can feel his body tense as Yamato continues.

“Yup, and you took it as a challenge.” Yamato says in that tone that sends another shiver through you.

His voice sent a shiver through Ace too because you heard him grunt before his entire body tenses. A trembling swear escapes him before his face breaks again and he’s panting. You can feel him twitch inside you, and the hot rush of cum is enough to push you over the edge. You hadn’t even realized how close you were until Ace’s orgasm pushed into you.

You’re both crying out Yamato’s name as he slams deep into Ace a couple times, before slowly pulling out.

“That’s my good lil’ pups.” Yamato purrs, kissing your shoulders before helping to untangle you from Ace’s legs.

“By the seas, you thrusted at the end like you could feel it through the strap!” Ace huffs, laying sprawled out on the bed as he fights to catch his breath.

Yamato laughs. “Sometimes it feels like I can,” he admits. “I could feel this one more cause the vibrations hit me too.”

“I really like your toy box,” you sigh contentedly, as Yamato helps you lay down beside Ace.

“It’s getting full, I’m going to have to buy a bigger box.” Yamato says and you and Ace laugh at the accidental reference.

After getting the strap cleaned off, Yamato comes back and snuggles with the two of you, chatting idly about the session until you all have the energy to go get cleaned up properly.

me🤝luffy watching zoro fight

Task Force 141 Boys with Cowboy (Head canons)

Decided I’d write some head cannons for Cowboy!Reader with our main boys either that haven’t written about yet or have but are so cute I wanted to reiterate <3

Task Force 141 x Cowboy!Reader

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Soap :

#1 hype man fr 🗣️🗣️

Absolutely obsessed 😍

Will literally find any excuse to get Y/n to talk just to hear his accent

After watching Ghost get man handled by him he actually begged Y/n to spar with him

Looks up southern stuff to say to Y/n

“Y/n, will you take me to a Honkytonk? 🥺”

He tries his best but at this point he’s just doing it to get a reaction

Stumbled across the song “F***** by a Country Boy” and thought all country music was like that

Couldn’t look Y/n in the eye with hearing it in his head for a solid week

Never sleeps better then when his head is in Y/n’s lap

Literally will sleep like a rock

Soap is usually the one who falls asleep on Y/n

He didn’t realize how cuddly Y/n actually was until after one fateful night

Soap had came to watch old murder files with the southern male one night

Y/n fell asleep on Soap’s shoulder, slumbering silently

When Soap went to lean forward to grab his water he was yanked back into Y/n

Y/n bear hugged him to his chest and refused to let him go

Soap cherished that moment for the rest of forever

Added ‘Save a horse ride a cowboy’ to his Instagram bio

Has def stolen Y/n hat and tried it on

Y/n didn’t have the heart to tell him about the hat rule

But he’ll handle it eventually~

Absolute thigh guy

Has been caught staring so many times

Does not care

Continues to stare 👀

Has asked Y/n to crush him between his thighs

Y/n thought he was joking

He was not

#relatable

Ghost :

Absolutely whipped

Won’t even deny it if someone calls him out

He’s all about that Honkytonk Badonkadonk🤠

When Y/n says a word or phrase he doesn’t understand he just nods along until the male walks away, in which he will whip out his phone and immediately search it up

When Y/n mentioned there were times he missed his horses he made it his personal mission to find horses for him to pet

Ended up finding a place nearby that did horse therapy

He and Y/n both went and they absolutely loved it

The horses absolutely adored Y/n and smothered him with love

The southern male was happy to reciprocate

Ghost took a picture of it and now it’s his Lock Screen

Ghost was nervous the horses weren’t going to like him

Most animals don’t like his mask

Was elated when he realized the horses didn’t care about it

They really started to love him when Y/n showed Ghost how to feed them

Ghost was in heaven

He grew particularly fond of an old shire mare

She was all white and covered in scars but she was so impossibly gentle for her massive size

The worker said they called her Big Mama and she’d was a retired logging horse that had been rescued from going to slaughter

She adored Ghost and followed him everywhere

The workers explained she had a knack for taking the more nervous horses and animals on the ranch under her wing and making them feel a safe

Ghost almost cried when he hugged her 🥺

Now where Soap liked to sleep on Y/n, Ghost prefers to have Y/n sleep on him

Was laying in bed with Y/n one night while scrolling through his phone

Y/n was already snoozing 😴

Ghost went to put his phone on the nightstand only to get yanked back

Bro was shocked

Y/n snatched him back, burrowing under his arm

Almost cried again 🥹

Price :

Absolutely adores Y/n southern culture

Has a little notebook where he keeps stuff he learned from Y/n written down 🖊️

Occasionally uses southern slang around Y/n but unlike Soap he’s completely serious

Except the word Ain’t

He refuses to say that

When he finds out Y/n feels homesick he does everything he can to help

Gets Y/n all his favorite things

Favorite candies, books, flowers, even got Y/n a cow stuffie when he talked about missing his animals

Y/n put it next to his horse stuffie he got him last week

Price is a good cook but he doesn’t usually have the urge to do it that often

But when Y/n talked about a dish from his home town he missed??

Price spent two day’s learning how to make it and getting the stuff

Whipped that shit up like freaking master chef

The cowboy was elated and gave Price the most bone crushing hug

Snuck a little cheek kiss in there too 💋

Price’s cheeks turned pink so fast

I’m just going to say it…

Has drunk made out with Y/n before 🤯

The two got absolutely turnt on whiskey and just went for it

They never spoke about it after that but when they get close they still think about it

Price misses how the American male tastes

Something definitely awoke in him the day that he watched Y/n ride that mechanical bull

In a game of ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’ Y/n would Marry Price a hundred times over

I mean, me too 😍

Tried southern Cajun food that Y/n made once and his heart almost stopped

It tasted good and then all of a sudden everything was on fire

Did better at holding his spice then Soap tho so 10/10

Y/n’s go to after solo missions

Y/n will stumble into his office all tired and instead of pulling up a chair just plops on the floor and leans his head on Price’s leg

Price just plays with his hair while he finishes paper work

He’d be lying if he said his mind didn’t occasionally wander with how close Y/n was to his nether regions 😜

Gaz :

Trails Y/n like a puppy 🐶

I mean this boy hangs off his every word

If Y/n ever has to run an errand off the base you best believe Gaz will be going with him

Also looks up southern slang to understand Y/n better

Also listened to “F***** by a Country Boy” and couldn’t look Y/n in the eyes for a solid week

Always offers to help Y/n when he works out

Sometimes gets distracted when he’s spotting but no one can blame the poor boy

Acts of service is def his love language ❤️

Demands to know the names of every animal Y/n owns

Made a playlist of songs that Y/n mentioned he liked

Listens to it constantly

Likes to ‘help’ Y/n cook

Really just hands him stuff that Y/n asks for

Handles the spices the best out of any of them

When it’s just the two of them going out for whatever reason he’ll just grab onto Y/n somehow

Holding a hand, the hem of a jacket or shirt, or intertwining their arms

Y/n is happy to reciprocate

People will come up to Gaz while Y/n is distracted and compliment how cute of a couple they are

Just thanks them and doesn’t deny it ever

Sleeps in Y/n’s bed more then his own

Y/n will be working at his desk and Gaz will just wander in in and plop onto his bed to sleep

If Y/n takes to long Gaz will sigh loudly till he gets the hint

Always fights Soap for Y/n’s lap on movie nights

Besides Price he’s probably got the best sense of self control

He ain’t perfect though

Is Y/n isn’t watching him he is LOCKED ON

Always locked onto those cheeks 🥵

His mind does tend to wander

Y/n could ask Gaz to fake his death and run away with him and Y/n would do it in a heartbeat

heishin but shinichi’s trans this time

Summary:

“It’s simple enough, KID.” Spider’s voice was smooth, almost gliding, making KID feel strangely soothed despite the situation. KID gritted his teeth, refusing to let himself fall prey to the hypnotic tone. Spider smiled, teeth sharp as he gestured towards the entranced detectives. “Them…for you.” Spider infiltrates a heist and exploits KID’s greatest weakness – his beloved detectives.

Purple Bitch

Actually if Kak reached his 40s, he would indeed be in the same timeline as FNAF(2010s). 40s Kak would absolutely pester Jotaro w the lore

Jotaro: (almost sleeping) hmm..

Kakyoin: Jotaro. Jotaro! (Tapping him on the shoulder) I heard you babbling over fish for all these years, you WILL hear me out on this!

Jotaro: ok babe go on about purple bitch

Kakyoin: he is a bitch so I'll let this one pass

I made this after discovering Laufey’s music. it’s been a while since I’ve done any ml stuff lol.

Happy Trans Day of Visibility 2023! I love being trans – the part that makes it difficult is the transphobes.

Tell me in the replies/tags/reblogs what trans joy looks like for you. :D

Transphobes do not touch this post.

Image ID: 10-image cartoon comic featuring Joey, a boy with short hair. Image 1: Joey smiles and gesticulates to the title of the comic which reads: “Accessing gender-affirming care as a minor has allowed me to experience trans joy as a transgender adult!”. The words “trans joy” are in large block letters the color of the trans flag. Image 2: A younger Joey wearing a sweater and boxers receives his first T shot from a nurse. The text reads: “I started testosterone 5 days before my 17th birthday after spending the year jumping through a bajillion hurdles. Today, my home state is trying to criminalize my care and specifically shut down the trans specialty clinic that cared for me. Throughout all of this false ‘debate’ about best-practice medicine, I have seen no politicians, reporters, or cis allies talk about trans joy.” Image 3: A younger Joey in a hoodie stands at the stove cooking. He is happy, and there are music notes around his head. The text reads: “When I realized that I was trans years earlier, the world became lighter. I suddenly had answers for why I felt the way I did, and I knew that I wasn’t alone. I found myself humming and singing again”. Image 4: Joey is posed stretched across the frame. He’s wearing suspenders and plaid pants and throwing up a peace sign. The text reads: “I discovered my fashion sense for the first time. I had never been happy in any clothing, but realizing that I was a boy let me explore and find the clothes that made me feel great”. Image 5: Joey’s hand holds up a phone, and on the screen are thumbnails of videos of his face. The text reads: “Most trans people can tell you the day they started hormones (or another transition milestone). It’s like having a second birthday! I’ve got a digital diary recording my monthly changes from the first 2 years.” Image 6: Joey sits on the ground next to a friend, and they are both drawing in notebooks and smiling. Joey’s friend has glasses, an undercut, earrings, and facial hair. The text reads: “I have the most wonderful trans friends who enrich my life every day. I am so lucky to be part of such a loving community”. Image 7: Joey holds hands with his boyfriend, who is a taller boy with long hair in a ponytail and facial hair. The text reads: “Realizing that I was a boy made me realize that I was gay. Up until then, I just thought that I couldn’t experience attraction at all (which is also perfectly normal, by the way!). A wonderful boy and I fell in love 5 years ago, and we get to watch each other grow. Image 8: Joey is shirtless and holding a toothbrush while his boyfriend hugs him from behind. They are both smiling. The text reads: “He often reminds me of how good I look, and boy do I know it! I love my trans body. It’s perfectly me!” Image 9: Joey is shirtless and showing his chest and top surgery scars. The text reads: “Like most places, my clinic does not refer minors for surgery. But when I turned 18, I got top surgery to remove my (bountiful) breast tissue. It’s one of the best things to ever happen to me. I adore my chest. I’ve been freed.” Beside a small doodle of a cat, the text reads: “My cat sleeps on my flat chest every night”. Image 10: Joey has his arms behind his back and is addressing the reader. The text reads: “In the midst of purposeful misinformation and frankly genocidal language and laws, I’d like us to remember the joy of getting to be ourselves. Gender-affirming care not only saves but enriches lives for people of all ages. The joy of being oneself is what the Right wants to eliminate. It is imperative that we preserve and encourage the continuation of trans joy by allowing all trans people to safely thrive.” The comic is dated March 31, 2023. End ID.

The ideal party composition is; perfect one, brooding bad boy, clown, girl and Scotsman

he's like me fr

König Headcannons – Part II:

If I wasn’t clear in my last set of sfw headcannons, I interpret König as having ADHD and Social Anxiety Disorder. I’m going to get into some diagnostic criteria and give some of my headcannons for how they appear for König specifically, and some blurbs throughout because I never learned how to stop talking. 

Social Anxiety Disorder (Social Phobia):

Anxiety surrounding social situations in which there is the potential for scrutinization. I think König’s anxiety would be particularly focused around interactions (conversations, meeting new people, etc) and being observed. 

- He isn’t comfortable with crowds, the dislike of being surrounded by people is intensified by the tinge of constant situational worry that comes with being a soldier. 

         -- If you take busy public transport, where there’s people packed into a bus or a subway car, he’ll sit bouncing his leg and playing with your hands. If you’re standing, he’ll be right behind you with one arm around your waist keeping you close against his chest; if it’s a particularly bad day he’ll hunch himself over to bury his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the smell of you and trying to ignore everyone else. 

- Even in more regular social situations he’s got this habit of coming up behind you and resting his chin or cheek on your head. You’re used to it, often grabbing his hand and putting it on your waist, but the reactions from whoever you’re talking with range from befuddlement to discomfort, to outright terror at this massive dude just lingering directly behind you. 

- He does not like having his picture taken, especially when he isn’t aware that the picture taking is happening. He will get upset if anyone refuses to delete photos they took without his knowledge and permission. 

         -- He does, however, usually let you take polaroid with him – they develop soft enough that his worries about the photo being horrible are eased, plus he finds he’s fond of the way you’ve got them tucked around the house. Once you took a polaroid of him that he clearly didn’t like, he wasn’t really saying anything about it but you could tell, and you fucking lit it on fire – you went and got a zippo and burnt the fucking thing. He was oddly touched by your wiliness to commit a small act of arson purely for his comfort. 

- I also think he’d not particularly like eating in front of others – as a result of his anxiety he thinks people watch and judge him more than they do, and there’s too many opportunities for something to go wrong, so the threat of that embarrassment causes him to take most of his meals alone. 

         -- The knock at his door is soft and measured, three knocks just loud enough to catch his attention but not startle him. He knows, really, before even opening the door, that it’s you. He wants to see you, he really does, but the thought of it kicks his heart rate up and he feels the urge to fidget with his hands or the edge of his shirt as he takes the few steps needed to reach the door. You’re standing there, holding two full meal trays, flashing a bright smile up at him as you explain that you noticed he’d left the mess hall without eating. You ask to come in and he wordlessly steps to the side, hesitating just slightly as he contemplates if he should ask you to leave – he reasons with himself that he’s confident if he did ask you to go, you would, and that’s reassurance enough to have you stay – before shutting the door behind you and praying he won’t do anything humiliating. You chatter about how you weren’t entirely sure what to grab him, setting his tray on his desk, and sitting cross-legged on the floor with yours balanced across your knees. It twists something unfamiliar in his guts when he looks at his tray and realizes it’s a fairly accurate representation of what he would have gotten himself. He thanks you, the murmur of his voice barely audible. Then, the battered slice of cake catches his eye. The sweets they serve on base aren’t ever particularly good, but it’s chocolate and, fuck, he loves chocolate. Usually these slices, provided to the base kitchens already in a small plastic container, are hard to get and it’s even rarer for someone to make it out of the mess hall without being forced to give it up on some grounds of hoarding. The way there’s frosting smeared on the inside of the container suggests you underwent that trial. You must notice him looking at it for longer than anything else and you immediately grin, devious and triumphant, and regale him with the tale of how you managed to sneak the cake out, all because you offhandedly remembered he’d mentioned once about liking chocolate. You even apologize for the dubious quality of it, and he thinks he could cry. The story gives him time to settle across from you with his own tray largely free of intensive notice. By the time you’ve shifted to discussing a different topic with him – giving his responses a genuine attentive regard that makes it difficult for his anxiety to think you’re secretly judging him – he swears if you ripped out his heart right at that moment, you’d find your name written all over it. It just… becomes a Thing™ to meet up like this for meals, in his room or yours. You always seem to know when to talk, when to turn your head away from him, when to let him think you don’t notice his fretting, and when to either coax him into conversation or sit in easy silence. He panics less about it. He finds himself becoming more and more comfortable with you – fond of the peculiar way you habitually gesture with your fork, how you’re always willing to split things in half to share, how you inexplicably manage to scrounge up hot drinks during the cold months – and he's surprisingly glad to have your company. 

- An individual with social anxiety can be fearful of acting in a way that shows anxiety symptoms that will be seen negatively. 

         -- I think König would be worried most about being the reason people reject his company or take offense to his presence. He, at his core, wants people to like him, no matter how much he buries it. He has a hard time knowing whether or not you’re joking if you ever pretend to be disapproving or mad – his fear of driving you away, of you viewing him negatively, totally wipes away his ability to detect when you’re being sarcastic or playful. I think once you two are close he’d look to you in public settings for indications on when other people are kidding around or not – he trusts your evaluation of tone and social context far more than his own. 

         -- I also headcannon that one of the rare times he isn’t worried like this is when he’s really, really tired. When he’s exhausted, he’ll flop next to you, lean his weight on you, and laugh when you struggle to hold him up. This is when he’ll be the most blatantly transparent. You often feel like you should excuse yourself as soon as possible when this happens, but sometimes it’s on missions when he’s falling asleep while you keep watch and you can’t go anywhere; or at base when he’ll grab your wrist and ask you to stay, and how could you say no to him? All you can do is try to mitigate whatever comes out of his mouth, so he doesn’t reveal too much when he’s barely lucid. When he’s out of his mind tired is when he’ll look at you, starry-eyed and with no attempt to school his expressions into something less embarrassing, and whisper how beautiful and kind and perfect you are. He rarely ever remembers doing it – in his memories the comfort of your presence slots in seamlessly with the relief of collapsing on his bed for the first time in two days. 

                   ---- I think the same thing would happen if he’s ever on hella painkillers. He’s awake but definitely not all the way in his own brain so he’s just babbling about how wonderful you are. He’s just… narrating his thoughts. You’re the medic with him throughout the helicopter evac when he’s covered in more injuries than God should allow? You’re getting more of an honest confession of his feelings than the situation calls for. You’re the doctor moderating his recovery from a nasty concussion? Holy shit you’re going to hear about how you personally make the stars shine. Your whole medical team will know how he feels about you before he ever knowingly confesses. 

- Avoidance of anxiety inducing situations.

         -- I love him, but König has a frustrating habit of avoiding or retreating from you when his anxiety spikes. He needs a lot of reassurance that you don’t think of him the way his anxiety tells him you do. 

- I also think, as a comorbid symptom, he suffers from a bit of body dysmorphic disorder regarding his height/size and his accumulated scars – he perceives these things, respectively, as defects and flaws due to the way they’ve only ever drawn attention to him in situations where he’d rather everyone not even notice his existence. 

         -- His heart is going to explode. It’s going to explode and shred through his lungs. Is that medically possible? He feels like it is. It has to be. Because this is the first time you’ve seen him in a short sleeve shirt and you’ve got your hands on his arms and you’re currently looking at the jagged silvery scar that curls across his bicep and- and fuck, he needs to remember to breathe. He offers the stories behind each scar you ask about nearly entirely on autopilot. Can you feel his pulse? He’s scared of what you think, even as you hum and trace your fingertips carefully over each flaw on his skin. He’s marred, he knows it, and he makes a desperate attempt at casualness with some quiet self-deprecating joke about how the scars are ugly, but they couldn’t really make the rest of him worse than it already was. He misses the mark by a fucking mile, apparently, because your hands go tight around as much of his forearm as you can manage to wrap your fingers around and you're staring directly into his eyes with the intensity of the goddamned sun. He wishes he could throw himself into the sun right about now. But he’s listening, mostly, when you tell him that he’s handsome and well-built and nothing even has the possibility of changing that, not to you. That you like his scars, the proof that he’s endured, and you wouldn’t change a single thing about him. He’s listening, mostly, he swears, but he’s also super fucking concerned about how his heart has definitely just exploded and every other organ in its vicinity is splattered across the inside his ribcage. He can’t function like this, for god’s sake, can’t do much more than offer a jerky nod and let you resume your exploration of his arms, littered with grumbling comments about how you can’t believe he doesn’t think he’s good-looking, has he looked in a mirror recently, is he fucking blind.

                   ---- Bonus points if this somehow takes place before you’ve ever seen him without the sniper’s hood on; so he counters that you can’t possibly know if he isn’t hideous and you cut him off telling him he’s beautiful, and he’s like you’ve never even seen my face, and you tell him you know it’s pretty because it’s him and because it’s him it’s pretty, it has to be, regardless of anything, because he’s inherently pretty, and he just… has to blush about it for several business days.

ADHD

We all know about how our boy couldn’t be a sniper because he was 1.) too fucking big and, more to my point, 2.) couldn’t stay still. König has ADHD, argue with the wall. 

- The inattentive criteria I think he specifically meets are difficulty organizing tasks, avoiding activities that require sustained mental focus, often losing things necessary for tasks, easily distracted by extraneous stimuli and that his mind seems to be elsewhere even in the absence of any obvious distraction, and he tends to be forgetful regarding daily activities. 

         -- I think for work stuff he’s got a whole mess of systems to help keep himself on task and completing everything he’s supposed to be doing – sticky notes in improbable places, a seemingly nonsensical ways of going about starting things, using things like the amount of time it takes someone else in the barracks common room to reload their clips as a timer for how long he has to do something of his own, etc etc. He'll drag his desk three feet to the left just so he'll notice it in the morning and remember something. I think he very often writes things on his actual self with permanent marker, usually on his hand or forearm, if he’s really got to remember to do something. He might even have a more regular system for that, like a dot on his index finger means he has one important task to remember. 

         -- He fucking hates paperwork. It’s boring as hell and his brain never wants to do it. Very much “but I know who’s saying I have to get this done; it’s me, and I know I’m full of shit” vibes. Deadlines aren’t real until they’re tomorrow. He bribes himself with sweets or something he actually enjoys for every few pages he gets through – if you see him buying a pack of multitudinous candy from the vending machine, he’s likely got a stack of reports to do. 

         -- It seems like he’s got a staring problem, and most people are super intimidated by it, but he’s usually just spaced the fuck out. You’ve got this odd habit of crossing your eyes at him whenever you catch his gaze and he sort of refocuses; he doesn’t quite know why you do it, maybe just to communicate to him that you notice, but he finds it endearing. 

- Hyperactivity and impulsivity – fidgeting, uncomfortable with being still for extended periods of time, excessive talking, an inability to wait for his “turn” in conversations or blurts out answers before the question is fully asked, difficulty remaining seated, and general restlessness. 

         -- Fidgeting. Don’t… don’t ask me to explain this, and it might not be everyone’s cup of tea… but… I think maybe, maybe, he’s got a lip ring or tongue piercing that he fiddles with. It’s a secret from his superiors, obviously, because that’s definitely not military protocol compliant, but I think with how often he’s got his hood on it wouldn’t be awfully hard to hide. I’m fixated on imagining him with one silver lip ring or a tongue stud, someone please explain to me why. Anyhow, I’ve mentioned before that he will fidget with your hands, but I also think he’s prone to messing with whatever’s near – whether that be a pen or a weapon or some part of his gear or clothes; he has a habit, of dubious safeness, of spinning a butterfly knife around and has more than a few small scars from where he’s accidentally nicked himself. 

         -- He’s prone to squirming if he has to sit somewhere for a while, especially if there’s not much for him to pay attention to. He ends up sitting super crooked most of the time. 

         -- I think he uses running or otherwise working out to burn off some of his energy, especially when he’s particularly restless and when he’s on base. He hates feeling stuck in the small room he’s assigned to sleep in, and there’s something satisfying and grounding about the ache in his muscles and the way he has to concentrate on his breathing. 

         -- When he’s comfortable with you, which absolutely took an ungodly long time, he will go on tangents and simply not shut up until he starts worrying that he’s annoying you. If you ask him about whatever his recent fixation is, he’ll be over the moon about it. Good luck getting anyone else to believe he can talk that much though, the most they’ve heard him talk is over comms in the field and that’s nothing compared to what you’re privy to. He always apologizes when he interrupts you, no matter how often you tell him you understand and that it’s alright. 

Other prattling unrelated to me thinking way too much about psychology: 

- Loves that you make the effort to learn how to pronounce his name correctly. When he’d first told you his name you said it back to him, asking if you had it right. He usually would just tell people they had it fine to avoid the awkward back and forth of trying to get them to say it right, but something about the way you looked at him made him actually give you the slight correction you needed. Then – and this is one of his endless fond memories of you – you sort of looked off into the middle distance, staring unfocused at his chest, and said his name softly over and over again with entirely correct pronunciation before giving a short nod to yourself, looked back up at him and continuing the introduction. 

         -- He’s watched you correct other people on their pronunciations, casually but like it was absolutely necessary that everyone else say it properly, and it never fails to warm his heart. 

- Very rarely gets drunk but when he does, he’s the type of drunk to call you and tell you how amazing you are. Shit, he’ll tell anyone about you. Much like how he’s quietly honest when tired, but his drunk honest is louder and more social. Tells his teammates or friends how beautiful and clever you are, tells the bartended how much he loves you, tells the people next to him how smart and lovely you are, tells the closest table how you make him so happy. Someone tries to flirt with him, they tell him it doesn’t matter that he has a partner, and said person is now trapped in a lecture about exactly how much you matter to him, complete with photos. 

         -- If you end up coming to get him, nearly the entire place will say hello to you because he hasn’t shut up about you for the past hour. He lights up when he sees you, holding your arms and swaying slightly as he stares down at you with the biggest smile on his face, mumbling about “See? Didn’t I tell you? Didn’t I tell you how wonderful they are? See? Look. Look at you, so perfect. I love you; you know that? So much.” 

- Loves when you steal his clothes. Cannot get enough of how you look wearing his shirts. 

- I will accept criticism and differing opinions on nearly anything, but I am adamant that König has the sluttiest little waist. I think he was lanky before he started gaining serious muscle in the military, and now he’s a little more bulky but still has that litheness about him so his proportions just give him a slutty little waist. I don’t make the rules, he’s just built like that. 

- I think, to an extent, he knows how to sew. Nothing fancy, and his stitches aren’t even or perfect by any means, but he knows how to mend worn patches and tears well enough. Hates threading needles. But if he notices you’ve got a tear in your coat or something of the sort, you’ll just find it fixed the next day. Left exactly where it was but mended. Like a house brownie. The only way you’ll figure out it’s him is if you catch him doing it. 

- I know this lovely couple, both from a country outside where they currently live, and every time the husband travels back to their home country he’ll pack all his clothes and whatnot in a suitcase and then pack that suitcase within another suitcase. He does this so he can fill the extra suitcase with all the food and things his wife wants from their home country and take her back essentially a giant package of all the stuff she misses and can’t get in the country they live in. Long story short, if you’re not yet going home with him, König absolutely would bring you anything you wanted from Austria, even if he has to bring a whole extra bag. 

- I don’t think he’d carry any sort of photograph of you with him during work or on missions. If there’s a chance of anyone getting their hands on the photo, of learning that you’re important to him, of hurting you or using you to gain leverage over him, he will not have anything on his person to even indicates that you exist. I think he’d love the idea of it, the romantic sentiment of having a polaroid of you tucked in a pocket over his heart, but he just isn’t willing to take that chance. On leave though, at home, he treasures every little sign that you’re around and involved in his life – from photos to the notes left on the kitchen counter, the way you kick off your shoes by the door, the hickeys and scratches that make it look like he got mauled by a fucking tiger, how you always text and ask if he wants anything while you’re out, and even just the fact that he knows at the end of the day he gets to crawl into bed and fall asleep with you next to him. 

- Piggyback rides. You can jump up on this man whenever and he will go on about whatever he was doing as if nothing’s happening. 

- If he’s drinking anything hot – it might be in a coffee cup, but don’t be fooled – it’s hot chocolate. He makes the real kind at home, with real chocolate and cream on the stove. 

Title: First Dates

Pairing: Opposite (Zane/Kai)

Words: 1133

Warnings: None!! just some generic fluff

“I’m not going to lie,” Zane said with a laugh, “But that was the best date I’ve ever been on.” Kai- smiled, his fingers brush against Zane’s. He moved his own hand so it was closer, and when the nindroid made no objection to their hands fully touching, he took his hand. Zane smiled at Kai and didn’t move his hand, letting their arms swing slightly as they walked down the quiet streets of early evening Ninjago, the lights from skyscrapers and the slowly awakening nightlife painted purple and blue and green highlights over everything. Even Zane.

“I’m glad you thought so!” kai said lightheartedly with a laugh, “The waiter was a total fanboy, it was so embarrassing!”

“Maybe, but if he hadn't made you uncomfortable, we wouldn’t have gone to the hole in the wall pizza joint. I haven’t had pizza that good in… well ever,” Zane replied with a smile, looking at Kai, his eyes brushing over his sharp features, unable to think about anything other than how beautiful he looked. The streetlamps dim orange glow danced across his cheekbones as he walked while the light blues and yellows from the neon-lit shop windows blending together on his nose and lips, creating a beautiful green with a blue and yellow outline.

“In fairness, the pizza was really good. We need to tell the guys about that later,” Kai looked away slightly and took a nervous breath, “And… if it made you happy and you enjoyed it, that’s all I could ask for,” He said softly, looking up at Zane with a small smile, his cheeks blossoming a beautiful crimson. Zane smiled, feeling a little steam begin to come out of his ears. Kai had that effect on him. That little, lopsided smile, the freckles he tried so hard to cover and his deep brown eyes that were peppered with streaks of blue.

“Sorry,” Zane said, even more, embarrassed as the steam continued to come out of his ears, “My systems seem to be overheating,” He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. Kai smiled even wider, his teeth being immediately covered in yellow, green and blue neon lights.

“Don’t worry about it, honestly I think it’s cute when you get all flustered like this,” Kai said with a giggle, stopping walking so he could properly look into Zane’s eyes. They were so light and shining, almost unnerving. Kai didn’t find them unnerving. He loved Zane’s eyes. They were so beautifully might and airy, they almost dragged every worry off his shoulders. When he looked into those eyes, he knew everything would be ok. Zane’s eyes brought security, usually because if his eyes were there, the rest of him would be there too, holding his hand and keeping him grounded.

“You watch too many romcom’s,” Zane said with a laugh, moving himself a little closer to his boyfriend.

“Why? Is this going down that route? Because if it is, I can’t say I’d be complaining,” He replied flirtily, smirking mischievously.

“Will you just shut up and kiss me, hothead,” Zane whispered, their faces getting closer by the second.

“With pleasure frosty,” Kai murmured, pressing his lips to Zane’s softly, resting his hand delicately on the back of his neck. Zane’s hands drifted down Kai’s back, coming to rest on his hips, holding hard enough to ensure he’d never let go or leave him again. Not even death would do them part, and Zane was sure of that. He would make sure of that. He’d shift heaven and hell if it meant Kai would be happy, and he’d make sure to show him that every day for the rest of his life.

Suddenly, cool droplets fell from the sky, splattering them both.

“Are you being for real,” Kai said, pulling away but not letting go of Zane, looking at the sky in annoyance. Zane let out a small laugh, looking at Kai with his eyebrows raised.

“Did you not check the forecast? It said it was going to rain,” Zane laughed, looking at Kai with raised eyebrows.

“... Maybe,” Kai said, wincing slightly as the rain began getting heavier, flattening his perfectly styled hair.

“Right just… I think I’ve seen situations like this in those romcoms you’re obsessed with. Watch and learn, loverboy,” Zane said smugly, pulling off his jacket and holding it above both of their heads like a makeshift umbrella, smiling down at Kai.

“I’m not obsessed!” Kai said indignantly, crossing his arms and looking away in fake anger.

“Hmm. Whatever you say,” Zane said with a laugh, rolling his eyes playfully.

“Wait did you call me loverboy,” Kai stopped abruptly, only just processing what Zane had said.

“Maybe. Is that ok?” Zane said worriedly, stopping next to him, scared he said something wrong.

“Of- of course, it is! I just… didn’t expect it. I… kinda liked it,’ Kai said softly, his face turning a deep red.

“Cool. Good. I’m glad,” Zane said awkwardly, not completely sure how to respond, continuing to walk, “I can call it you more if you’d like?”

“Yeah. Please,” Kai closed his eyes in embarrassment, “Not my best response, but anyway.” Zane laughed, making Kai smile. He loved Zane’s laugh. It was so light and airy, it just made him want to laugh and smile too.

“I hope it doesn’t rain for too much longer, my arms are getting tired,” Zane said lightheartedly, shifting his harms slightly trying to gain a little more blood flow to them.

“Just put your jacket on properly, It’s my fault for not bringing my own. I’ve survived a lot worse than a little rain,” Kai replied. Zane sighed, looking at his tired arms, then back at Kai, not completely sure what to do. Then it dawned on him.

“Stop for a second,” Zane said quickly, lowering his jacket and, as Kai stopped, slinging it around his shoulders and pulling the hood up, “Now you won’t catch a cold,” Zane said happily. Kai stood in awe, staring at the large, fluffy jacket now wrapped around him. He pulled the edges together and felt a warmness flood over him, but not from the jacket.

“I love you, Zane,” Kai said softly getting closer to the nindroid as they continued walking back to the monastery.

“I love you too, Loverboy,” Zane replied, wrapping his arm around Kai’s shoulders and putting his free hand in his pocket, “You look adorable in my jacket, by the way. Feel free to steal all my clothes because I’d give anything to see you looking like this again.” Kai blushed and shook his head, resting it on Zane’s side.

“I hope you know that now you’ve said that, you’ll never see any of your hoodies again,” He said with a laugh.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Opposite shipping

Zane fighting Kai’s self doubt (the first one is an incorrect quote.)

— — — — — —

Kai with the self doubt: I wouldn’t even date myself.

Zane: Your standards must be impossibly high then.

Kai:

Kai: You smooth, motherfcker.

— — — — — —

Kai after having a fight with Wu: I’m not good enough.

Zane: You’re better than good. You’re magnificent.

Kai: *blushing*

— — — — — —

Kai, looking at the night sky: I wish I was a star.

Zane: But you’re already five stars.

Kai: Zaaaaane.

— — — — — —

Kai after having to stay in bed due to an injury: I’m so stupid.

Zane: Stupidly hot.

Kai, turning red: Oh my god.

— — — — — —

Kai: Am I ever going to find love?

Zane: Well… I did. And I’m looking right at him.

Kai:

Kai, after connecting the dots: FUCK! WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD!

— — — — — —

After getting married…

Kai: Zane?

Zane: Yes?

Kai: Can you give me a pick me up? I don’t feel like myself right now.

Zane: I see. Well, can I order a date in ten minutes?

Kai: Pffft.

Zane: Veggie burger, medium fries, and a medium strawberry raspberry smoothie ordered at your favorite fast food.

Kai: Zane.

Zane: Then get the best seats in the house watching the most finest of cooking served with garlic bread as a side to go with your dinner.

Kai: Oh my god.

Zane: But that is not all. The most softest of blankets complimented with the most exquisite seating. And the best part is that we get it all to ourselves.

Kai, smiling and red: You over-dramatic flirt. You could have said: “Hey, Wanna eat fast food while watching tv and snuggle?”

Zane: I save my over-dramatic flirting for the person I love the most.

Kai: Dork.

Still think he is cute, but this is hilarious.

who’s idea was this? we’ll never know

I feel like to outsiders, Gladio and Ignis are the responsible dad and mom friend respectively which is true. However, they’re both kind of batshit when it comes to fighting. Like, the excitement of it all is a lot for them. Together, Gladio and Ignis are The Battle CoupleTM and neither one of them is even a little bit chill about it. Like, Ignis doesn’t like to lose. In fact, he refuses to lose. His stubbornness is off the charts. People make the very bad assumption that because Ignis doesn’t like to stand out that he won’t rip their limbs off. They always fuck around and find out that Ignis is named Ignis for a reason, as he will totally incinerate them and Gladio is attracted to that. Gladio is also conflicted because he’s a natural protector. He wants to always protect Ignis even when he doesn’t need help, so they’re frequently fighting side by side and in sync. Once Gladio gets over himself though he literally will just launch Ignis at their enemies. The post-battle lust must just be off the charts. I love them.

Finally hatched my shiny baby and then got this glitch...my hand was forced

Something [Tango Noises] in the night.