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creamhoodie · 10 months

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˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊ Bro Code ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊

synopsis: You and Reo are planning a surprise party for Nagi's birthday but he mistakenly thinks there is something going on between Reo and you and gets jealous. Warnings: 3,048 words, established friendship, angst, no overt smut but innuendos. Not rushed but finished and edited today because I got into it.

“Hey, I brought the snacks,” you said walking into Nagi’s dorm room. You had come over to spend time with him and Reo and it had been your turn to bring over refreshments.

“Hey,” Nagi said, turning around from where he sat on the couch playing his PS4 and shooting you a grin. “Nice, you got the cheese ruffles I wanted.”

You sat next to him and opened the bag and promptly began to feed him chip by chip in the way you always did since you know he hated getting his fingers dirty while gaming.

“Where’s Reo?” You asked not having spotted your other best friend when you had entered.

“He should be here soon,” Nagi said, biting the next chip but instead, this time he accidentally over estimated and ended up with your fingers in his mouth as well.

You blushed as your fingers lingered there for a second before removing them while he mumbled a “sorry” while chewing.

Okay so maybe you were crushing on Nagi and had been for a while now and as a result Reo who of course knew this had started arriving later to your hang outs in order to give you alone time; but it’s not like Nagi needed to know that. Just like he didn’t need to know about the birthday party you and Reo were planning for him and had been planning for a few weeks now.

“Hey sorry I’m late,” Reo said entering the room and holding a pack of donuts.

“Reo I told you it wasn’t your turn for snacks,” You said as he plopped down alongside you on the couch.

“Hey I’m not complaining,” Nagi said, placing his controller down now to grab a donut. You hoped it wasn’t due to the awkwardness caused by having your fingers in his mouth.

“Hey you forgot this at my place yesterday,” Reo said to you handing you your scrunchie as he took it out of his hair undoing his ponytail and placed it on your lap.

You felt Nagi stiffen beside you at his words.

“Oh thanks Reo,” you replied. You wished he hadn’t said that because you were at his place yesterday planning the decorations for Nagi’s surprise birthday party and the last thing you needed was any suspicion.

“You two hung out yesterday?” Nagi asked, his voice tight as he placed the donut down on the coffee table in front of the couch and continued to play his game.

“Um yeah Reo just-“

“She just came over to get some of my mom’s unwanted things I let her have,” Reo finished for you with a perfectly believable excuse. He was rich and his mom surely would have branded items you’d want if she rejected.

“Oh. Cool,” Nagi said in a monotone voice.

You exchanged a look with Reo who mouthed “sorry.”

Luckily the moment didn’t last long as Reo noticed Nagi was playing a new game that had recently come out and he asked if he could play too.

The rest of the night was spent with the three of you playing games and you occasionally watching videos on your phone. When it was time to go Reo said he was dipping out early because he had a few errands to run on his way home, some of which you knew included the surprise party.

“You’ll be okay going home on the sub this late?” Nagi asked as he walked you to his front door.

“I can manage,” you replied though when he was this close the height difference between the two of you always made you blush. He ran a hand through his hair.

“Really because I don’t like the idea of you being alone out there,” he said leaning against the door frame.

“It’s okay it’s really not that far at all, it's like a ten minute ride,” you said.

“Alright but take this,” he said, taking off his cream colored hoodie, his white shirt underneath riding up to show a little of his abs, as he handed it to you. “I don’t want you to be cold. I know subs feel colder at night.”

You took it from him and put it on, breathing in his ocean breeze scent.

“Thanks Sei,” you said.

“Goodnight,” he said, eyes lingering on you.

“Goodnight Sei.”

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“Sorry again about yesterday,” Reo said.

The two of you were sitting on his bed, iPads in hand coordinating the finishing touches to Nagi’s birthday party that would be happening this weekend on a shared google doc.

“It’s fine I’m just glad Sei bought the excuse,” you said as you overlooked the details for catering. “We have sushi, pizza, and an ice cream truck. You think we’ll have enough food?” you joked.

“We’ll have more than enough but I’m starting to think we should get a pretzel truck too,” Reo answered.

“You spoil him so much,” you said laughing.

“Says the one who feeds him,” Reo retorted, making you both laugh.

This is how the past few weeks had been spent with Reo bonding over your shared love of the white haired striker. The two of you had to be strategic about it though so Nagi wouldn’t get suspicious. As a result the two of you tended to meet late on school nights when Nagi could be found at his dorm gaming.

“You really like him don’t you?” Reo asked, bringing your attention back on him. You felt your face heat up.

“I don’t know how you picked up on it. I thought I hid it well,” you said. That made him laugh.

“The two of you are so obvious to everyone but each other I mean you’re always flirting!” He said.

You shook your head.

“I can’t tell with Sei. Either way I love being his friend so it doesn’t matter,” you said trying to console yourself.

“You should tell him how you feel,” Reo said. You shook your head.

“Wouldn’t wanna make it awkward and ruin our friendship if anything.”

You went back to the iPad and went over to the guest invitation list. Reo was rich enough to want to invite the whole school but you were pragmatic enough to reel him in and say that Nagi would prefer just the soccer team as those were the only people he got along with. You laid down on your stomach resting your chin on Reo’s lap from where he was still sitting on the bed with his legs outstretched.

“Are you sure we should keep the guests to only the soccer team?” Reo asked, starting again with the same debate.

You looked up at him.

“You just want an excuse to spend more money,” you said, rolling your eyes at his wealth.

“True but it is a celebration after all,” Reo replied.

You rolled your eyes again and opened your mouth to remind him of your reasoning for the guest lists when his bedroom door opened and there stood Nagi.

“Hey Reo. You never responded to my text. I came over to borrow your mouse. Mine is being stupid and I’m playing comp-“ his words fell off as he saw the way the two of you were with your chin in Reo’s lap and faces like the two of you got caught.

You and Reo both jumped off the bed as straightened yourselves up, each making sure to turn off the iPads.

“Yeah you can use my mouse,” Reo said walking over to his desk and starting to unhook it from his set up.

Nagi’s eyes went back and forth between the two of you.

“What’s going on between the two of you?” He asked his tone the same monotone you were used to but with an edge.

“What do you mean? Nothing, man. Here,” Reo said, handing him the mouse but that seemed long forgotten by now.

“Bullshit. You two have been hanging out a lot lately without me and without me knowing. I know something is going on,” Nagi said, sounding more overtly upset now.

“Nagi you’re being ridiculous-“ Reo said but Nagi shoved him a little causing the mouse to clatter to the floor and making you jump.

“No you’re being ridiculous. I told you I like her. Does ‘bro code’ not mean anything to you?” Nagi said, his voice increasingly rising in volume.

“Sei stop it’s okay it’s not like that,” you protested, too stunned to even relish in his confession.

He turned to look at you now, towering over you.

“I thought you liked me. You’re always flirting with me and touching me and come to find out you’re just messing around with my best friend,” he said, his voice only full of hurt now and not anger.

“Sei I do like you it’s just a misunderstanding,” you said but you couldn’t think of an excuse to come up with without revealing the surprise.

“Save it. I’m gonna go. I don’t wanna intrude on the two of you,” Nagi said and promptly left. You tried to chase after him but his strides were too fast and what could you even say?

You stood there at the entrance of Reo’s bedroom stunned.

“Is that confirmation enough that he likes you?” Reo said wryly with concerned eyes.

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Neither you nor Reo had heard from Nagi for a few days which was unusual to say the least. Reo said Nagi wasn’t going to his soccer practice and his online status was set to offline.

The both of you had sent him text messages but it was a futile attempt as he didn’t answer and read receipts were turned off so there was no way to confirm delivery.

Luckily most of the preparations for the surprise party were in order but now there was the problem of whether there’d even be a party given Nagi being a no show.

The days were bleak and mixed together and at night you kept thinking of Nagi’s words of how he liked you and had even told Reo. You felt bad that he thought something was going on between you and Reo. Sure, Reo was handsome and okay maybe you had fantasized about what it would be like to have them both at the same time but that was only once when you had first met them and been in awe of how attractive they both were.

Your heart soon settled on Nagi because your personalities complemented each other and as a result you saw no one else romantically besides him.

You were currently walking around the campus thinking of ways to speak to Nagi. Reo had advised that it would be best if you spoke to him because he would be less mad and that if you simply told him your feelings everything would be cleared up.

That was easier said than done, you thought.

As you walked past the soccer stadium you saw Nagi running laps in his uniform alone, a lone soccer ball nearby as well. Before you could chicken out you called his name “Sei!” and when he spotted you he sighed and stopped, heading back to the hallway where the locker rooms would be. Despite your better judgment you made your way into the stadium and down the stairs to follow him.

It was Seishiro after all, even though he was mad you knew he couldn’t ignore you if you confronted him in person and you didn’t know when you’d next get the chance to see him in person again since he wouldn’t answer his phone.

“You can’t be in here!” Nagi said, stunned as he turned around, shirt off as he had been caught mid changing and looked down at you in front of him.

“Is anyone else here?” you asked, glancing around but the locker room seemed empty. It wasn’t the day they’d typically practice anyways.

“Reo isn’t here if that’s what you were wondering,” he said sarcastically.

“Sei stop with that. I already told you it’s just a misunderstanding. I don’t like Reo like that. I like you,” you said trying to ignore how your face flushed at having said the words to him outloud. You were also shy about the fact that he was shirtless, his lean muscle and abs in full view.

“Funny way of showing it, sneaking around with Reo and all,” he said.

“We weren’t sneaking around,” you said exasperated that he didn’t believe you.

“Right. So why were you leaving your things at his house and having your face in his lap?” Nagi asked, his voice tight. He was so close to you already but as he interrogated you he moved closer and you stumbled placing your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself.

The two of you were staring at each other and before you knew it his lips came down on yours and your mouth opened underneath his in response letting his tongue intertwine with yours. On their own your legs went around his waist and his hands went down to cup your ass holding you as he turned you around so your back would be pressing against the lockers as the two of you kept kissing.

His hands felt cold against the flesh of your bare ass that he had easy access to thanks to the mini skirt you wore and it caused you to moan into his mouth.

Your own hands went to his hair, gripping his soft white locks as you felt his clothed erection press against you.

When you came up for air his lips just moved to your neck placing white hot kisses there and you moaned his name: “Sei…”

You felt like you were seeing stars and a part of you wanted him to take you then and there but his water bottle knocking over made the two of you jump in fear of another person having come into the room. The two of you remained positioned like that with your legs around him, propped up by him and your back against the locker room.

“Can Reo do that?” Nagi teased darkly, his gray eyes predatory in a way you hadn’t ever seen except on the field.

“I wouldn’t know. I’m telling you the truth there’s nothing between us,” you said, still catching your breath.

“It doesn’t matter. With the way you respond to me I’d reckon you’re mine now,” he said before kissing you again slowly. All too soon he pulled away again and you whined wanting more. “Why have you been spending so much time with him then?”

Breathless, you didn’t care anymore about keeping the party secret, you just wanted to be able to relish in his touch and embrace you had been yearning for for so long.

“Reo and I have been planning a surprise birthday party for you,” you confessed. You watched as his eyes seemed to gain a sort of clarity, the dark clouds of gray settling and returning to their usual clear level headed self.

“Oh. I guess that makes sense. I forgot about my birthday actually,” he said shrugging. He pressed his forehead against yours and his cool mint breath was on your face. “I really like you, you know.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” you joked stroking his hair.

“Shut up. How could I not like you? You’re funny and gorgeous and you’re always looking at me with those eyes,” he said emphasizing the last two words.

“What eyes?” You asked curiously.

“Those eyes,” he said, “the ones that made me makeout with what I thought was my best friend’s girlfriend in the locker room. You’re always looking at me like you’re begging for me to ruin you.”

His words sent a jolt of heat in between your legs.

“Sei,” you said with a cautionary tone to remind him that there was still the possibility of being walked in on.

“What? It’s true. You’re so fucking hot, Reo thinks so too but I called dibs on you. You’re mine,” he said, giving you a quick peck on the lips before adding shyly, “that is if you wanna be with me.”

“I wanna be yours Sei,” you said without hesitation and his lips came down on yours again.

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“So this is what the two of you were planning?” Nagi asked as you held his hand and directed him to the soccer stadium where all his teammates were to cheer “happy birthday!” The food trucks that Reo had rented were there too, including all of the food options the two of you had discussed: pizza, sushi, ice cream, and enough pretzels to feed a village. The decorations of balloons and signs were plastered onto the bleachers.

“Yeah you see we told you, man,” Reo said.

The two of them had made peace in typical guy fashion with Nagi stating a simple apology and that he had gotten the facts wrong and Reo telling him to not worry about it after which the two had gone on about their business and fell into their old habit of playing video games together as if nothing had happened.

“Oh and we can’t forget about the cake either,” you said motioning to it on the table that you and Reo had set up earlier.

You and Reo and the guests sang happy birthday to him and all the while his eyes were on you.

Afterwards when the cake was served Nagi asked that you feed it to him and of course you obliged except this time when your fingers lingered in his mouth he held them there and kissed the tips licking the frosting off.

“I still can’t believe the two of you are an actual couple now. I was thinking it was never gonna happen,” Reo said.

“Well I guess it’s a good thing the whole misunderstanding happened,” you replied.

“Still does that mean you guys are gonna be making out and doing couple things?” Reo groaned as Nagi again licked your fingers.

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t wanna watch,” Nagi teased but Reo was quiet and his face flushed red in a way you knew all too well. Nagi leaned in to kiss you again but before he did he added to Reo “maybe if you’re good we’ll let you,” causing another jolt of heat in between your legs, shamefully liking the idea.

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karteinss · 7 months

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maid cafe?!!?! YES SIRRR✨✨

kayea being the flirty yet good at work is the type i think he is. As a co worker he’s definitely smth but as long he does his work right?

Diluc being the boss of ur office

Maybe after going into that cafe for 2 times is making u self continuous about ur looks or maybe the perverted ass friend of ur is making u have a kind of glow up…like change ur style u’ll look more handsome…or workout a little more some lean muscles helps getting bitches…step up ur game

…WHO KNOWS??

As u step up ur game u can’t help but notice that flirty co worker of your’s is eyeing you more than usual and maybe while talking with the ladies a faint blush is covering their cheeks that is barely noticeable

And as time goes by the maid cafe is slowly getting pushed in the back of your mind but as you walk across the-cafe u can’t help but have second thoughts about the cafe not when u coincidentally find out that flirty friend of urs is secretly a worker in that cafe????

yep let’s go today!!!

Maid Cafe | 06: Petty revenge | Kaeya

CW: Slut shaming, rough sex, feminizing (ass being called a boy-pussy), daddy kink, spanking, copious amounts of cum, degrading, possible blackmailing.

Changed the scenario slightly, will have a bonus chapter for this!

Work, work and work...

That's all you've been thinking about, at least you're getting paid good money for this crap.

Your looks worsen, you look like a homeless person, you reek coffee too!

All you've been doing is excel sheets, not men!

Your boss— Diluc— wouldn't give you a damn break either!

Well yes, he has a pretty face, and yes he has a fuckable body but you wish you could be doing him instead of doing excel sheets.

All you've done this month was finish your work, not finish inside of his tight hole!

Anyhow, you were obviously tired, your work...and not to mention, your goddamn co-worker!

Fucking Kaeya Alberich is the most annoying guy you've ever met, his cheeky and Sly additute is what makes your job feels like hell!

He's also the man who works right next to you, who you'll meet with for 5 days straight in a week.

His cunning behavior made your blood boil! He had a pretty face Diluc, but you definitely prefer Diluc more than him!

You hate him, so so much...The way he flutters his long eyelashes at you, the way his slim body leans over your desk, making you see his plump ass sticking out.

You hate the fact that you jacked off to him in the office bathroom once, you hate everything about him.

His sly and mischievous smile, looking so prettily at you...everything.

You sighed as you finished your work for the day. Luckily for you, Kaeya didn't come today, and your job seemed lighter than usual!

Thanks to your co-worker named Rosaria that fixed your hair, and everything about you this week.

You definitely looked more professional and more handsome, and you could definitely see that..

With all of the women fawning over you while you were working and those glances your other co-workers made to you were definitely obvious.

But you can't help but look at Kaeya the most, the way he looks at you with his yellow eyed...makes you hard.

You won't admit the fact that you jacked off to the way he looks at you, no you won't.

But you can't help but notice how he looks at you in a lusty manner, not to mention your boss..was more flustered than usual around you?

This might seem like a big advantage but, it bothered you...well, not much.

A threesome perhaps.

You sighed as you removed your thoughts from those nasty thoughts, you wished you had a chance with Diluc.

But anyhow, it has been how many weeks ever since you've visited that maid cafe, hm?

Well, today is the day, then!

You packed up your work bag, getting ready to leave the office before someone called out for you.

“Y/N, you're done?” The voice said, you looked behind you to see your boss, Diluc.

His pretty crimson eyes look straight at yours, he looked quite flushed.

Oh?

“Yeah, why?” You said, curious why he suddenly asked such a question, wasn't it clear enough?

He looked hesitant to speak before looking away, his eyes reddening. “A-ah, I see. Have a safe trip home” He spoke before leaving, not giving you a chance to say anything.

What a weird encounter, you thought.

As you rushed over to the maid cafe, you saw how much fancier it has gotten! The exterior was definitely more fancier, lets just hope it hasn't raised it prices.

Your thoughts of Scara was no longer there, he was just a fling you had a few months ago, and there's no real attachment to him.

As you walked inside, you were greeted by an unfamiliar man, you went to the receptionist to check the prices, and fortunately the prices didnt change!

Well, what were you thinking of doing today? After almost a month of not having sex, you really did want to now..

“Sex, 1 hour.” You said before taking out a $50 dollar bill, before the receptionist smiled and gave you a booklist of the workers who were available.

You saw scara, which made you hover your finger on top of his profile before you examined the other profiles...

Then, you saw 𝙆𝙖𝙚𝙮𝙖.

Kaeya....He works here!?

Your eyes widened, not believing such a thing.

There's no way you'll pick him, right?

Right?

“Here, this man.” You said as you placed your finger on the blue haired man's profile as the receptionist just nodded before giving you the keys to a room.

Room 03.

You said thanks, but before leaving the receptionist told you something.

“Kaeya is already in the room.” He said, as you said your thanks and left.

You walked towards the back of the maid cafe, looking through the rooms to find Room 03. As you finally saw the room, you hurriedly unlocked it with the keys and tried to get inside as fast as possible.

You were going to 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣 him, revenge for all those hardships you went through because of that sly bastard!

As you unlocked the door, you saw Kaeya wearing a lacy maid dress, he was shocked to see you as he flushed red which made your dick harden in response.

“[Y-Y/N]!?” Kaeya looked mortified but you just ignored him.

You locked the doors quickly before tossing the keys and your work bag onto the floor, wanting to fuck that bitch as soon as possible.

As Karya saw how desperate you were to fuck him, he smirked before walking towards you, teasing you with his lips near your ears.

“Oh? You look flustered, [Y/N]. Are you that desperate to fuck me?” He teases, his sultry voice made you harden even more, you hurriedly unzipped your pants and slightly lower down your briefs just enough to release your massive cock.

Kaeya looks down in shock as he lets out a giggle, wanting to tease you even more, he held your cock before rubbing the cock head. “Im already ready, come and have a taste of me~” He whispered before licking your ear, his voice and body was slutty, the way his other hand grabbed your muscular arms, the way he looks at you do desperately...

He lets go of your cock before looking at you seducingly, the yellow eyed man was making vulgar expressions as your cock dripped pre-cum.

You suddenly gripped his clothed ass cheeks beneath that flimsy maid skirt as he lets out a yelp “AGH! H-hey!” He whined as you gripped it even harder, spreading them apart and fondling them before you both heard a rip.

His panties ripped, allowing easy access for you as you held his waist tightly before picking up with ease “What are you doing!?” He complained as he was surprised by the sudden action, you ignored his complaints as you lined up his butthole wih your tip.

You inserted a finger into kaeya's rim, checking if he's actually lubed up or not before taking the finger out and aligned his rim and your cock head. You pierced his hole with your fat cock head, he lets out an agonizing scream as he immediately started to tear up.

“ANGHHH! A-AGH~ Y-you— Amnfhhhh~~” He was moaning like a cheap whore in those porn videos as you just huffed like a dog, he was drooling and crying from the sudden intrusion before you started to fucking him, holding his waist up and down on your cock.

Wet slaps and moans filled the room as you fucked him rough and fast, he was like a bitch in heat, saying vulgar words with slutty expressions, as if he wants you to ruin him.

“Mnhh~ F-fuck me!!” He moaned out, his tongue sticking out while he has tears rolling down his face, your cock piercing his ass as he clenched down your fat cock.

You stoped fucking him for a moment as he lets out a needy whine, he was confused on why you stopped as you placed him back down, you pushed him onto the table in the room, his ass facing upwards as you immediately rammed back inside his wet and tight hole.

He clenched and unclenched on your cock as you fucked him deep and fast, you gripped his slim waist as you fucked him faster, the wet slaps and moans were loud as you looked at kaeya's tan back.

His back was filled with sweat, his cries were heard as you fucked him deeper, your cock reaching the deepest parts of him that no one has reached, his legs numb as he was screaming from pleasure.

“AHH~!! D-daddy— P-pleasehhhh...Ohhh!!” You fucked him harder as you heard the pet name, you moved one of your arms to grip his neck as you rammed faster, his tight hole was clenching onto your cock, the warm heat was sucking you deeply, not wanting you to leave. You spanked him harshly before speaking.

“Then cum, you slut!”

That made kaeya's eyes go wide as he finally came.

“A-anh~!! 'm c-cumming..!”

Before you know it, kaeya came as his pathetic little dick was squirting cum.

He was tired and exhausted as he laid there on the desk, he thought you were done but you rammed back inside his warm hole, making him squirt yet again, it ripped out a loud cry from him as you fucked him deep.

“N-no!! I just c-came~! P-please daddyhhh!!” His dick was limp from coming 2 times in a row while you fucked him endlessly.

“Shut up, slut. I haven't came.” You whispered into him before your speed increased, ruining his insides as he moans like a bitch in heat.

“Who's the needy one now, hm? You're desperate for my cock, yes?” You teased him back, fucking him like he was your personal Fleshlight and not your co-worker.

“A slut like you only needs cock, no? Your slutty hole keeps sucking me in, how am I supposed to stop, hm?” You were huffing, sweating as you were still fully clothed. All Kaeya could do is cry out when you changed the positions, making Kaeya face you.

His wet tears were staining his cheeks, he in bliss, his tongue was sticking out as his eyes were rolled back, it was as if he had heart eyes.

“Anhh~ d-daddy!! N-need..y-your cock~~”

That was your final push, you could feel yourself cumming.

You thrusted erratically, wanting to reach release as your groans grow louder.

“Fuck! I'm cumming inside you, you slut!” You groaned as you fucked his tight boy-pussy, you could feel him tightening as he lets out cries.

“N-no, no, no, no!!! D-dont cum inside p-pleashhh..!” He begged you, not wanting you to stain his insides but you ignored his complaints.

“Shut up, slut!” You yelled as you suddenly spanked his ass, making it red.

He whined as he moaned yet again, he was drooling from the bliss.

Your thrusts became faster and faster before you came with a loud groan, copious amounts of cum filling kaeya's walls. You pull out as you jacked off a bit as you sprayed some more cum onto kaeya's stomach.

Kaeya was a mess, lots of cum dripping from his hole as some were on his stomach, all he was thinking about was your cock. He was fucked dumb as he drool and tears were everywhere, you were happy with what you made out of him.

You went over to your bag as you took out your phone, you walked back to kaeya's limp body as you snapped a picture of his messy state.

Kaeya realize what you were doing as he whined, but couldn't do anything.

You jacked off for the last time as you groaned as you teased your tip, you used the excess cum from kaeya's hole to slick up your cock more before you came on his face which let out a whine from kaeya.

You zipped your pants back as you took your bag and left the room.

Oh, petty revenge.

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sushiwriterhere · 1 year

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foggy

summary: "Perhaps most tantalizing of all were his glasses–their lenses were lightly fogged, but you could still almost see his wide eyes behind them." rating: explicit (18+ mdni) pairing: bob floyd x f!reader word count: ~2.9k warnings: idiots pining, car sex (lol), hangman being hangman, no use of y/n. notes: Inspired by me thinking about Bob's glasses getting all fogged up. y'all i wish i could apologize for this but all i can think abt is this man and how someone once said they wanna chew on him like a polly pocket.. anyways please let me know what you think ! no beta we die like men tagging: @sebsxphia @theharddeck - tagging ppl either by request or whom i feel like luv bob soooo pls let me know if you'd like to be added/removed

You were usually far more behaved than this, really. You paid attention in your classes, did your work, showed up on time to your job–kept it all together. But there was something about him, about Bob, that just made that tiny part of you want to be reckless. And he had no idea.

There he was, along with the rest of the group like every Friday, sitting and watching them play pool. They’d hoot and holler, order drink after drink, and he’d sit and laugh along with his peanuts and his Shirley Temples or lemonades. And it made you want to jump his bones.

It was a smidge ironic that as a bartender his non-alcoholic drink choices were part of what got you going, but what could you say? A man of multitudes and contradictions was appealing, and Bob was just that. Best weapons system operator around, shy as all hell, and damn smart. He always tipped generously, never put his phone on the bar, and had interrupted more than one creep on a mission to try and ruin your Friday night (flirting is for tips, not for keeps!).

But any time you tried to move it past your brief interactions, he always slipped away. You figured it wasn’t necessarily on purpose— he seemed to be friendly otherwise, just probably not interested. So you resigned yourself to the occasional small chat when making drinks or he came in while the Hard Deck was a bit less noisy—and ever so often, finishing while imagining just what it would feel like to have his body pressed up against yours.

And this Friday began like every other. You came in right as lunch ended, and busied yourself with prepping more limes than you ever wanted to see again in your life. There were glasses to be stacked, napkins and straws to be refilled, and liquors to be restocked. Patrons would start trickling in around 5 or 6, with the majority starting to filter in around 8, clearly coming from dinner or work. By 9, the Hard Deck would be packed to the brim with fighter pilots and other people from the nearby base.

Your favorite fighter pilots would make it in at 8:45 pm every Friday, like clockwork. They’d take over the pool table with a direct eyeline to the bar, and stay till the early hours of the morning, sometimes till closing. Rooster usually bought the first round if the weather was nice, Hangman would when the weather was shit. More than once you’d tried to discern a pattern beyond that, but they seemed to have some sort of system.

Bob would always buy his own drinks.

He’d make his way to the bar, smiling gently at you and waiting patiently while you fielded other customers. Then he’d place his drink order and ask for a refill on his cup of peanuts, and stand there humming something to himself while you poured him a drink. Tips came in cash, straight into your palms and always paired with a soft smile that made your knees weak and your pulse hammer.

Tonight was no different. He ordered his lemonade and handed you cash with a warm smile before returning to what appeared to be an increasingly hostile and heated game of pool. Sitting on the sidelines, he seemed to just be content observing the madness.

When Hangman approached the bar during a momentary lull, you expected it to be for another round. Except he leaned over the counter conspiratorially, and crooked a finger at you to beckon you closer.

“I have a secret to tell you, only it’s not really a secret.” He had a coy smile on his face like he was about to tell you he’d taken a cookie from the cookie jar.

You really wanted to roll your eyes at him, but you had to admit sometimes Hangman was entertaining and you figured your shift would at least be somewhat more lively with his antics. So you just shifted closer to him while maintaining an eye on the bar in case someone needed anything.

“Do tell.”

He pointed a finger back towards the game of pool just as Rooster sunk a shot and Phoenix high-fived him, “You see Bob over there?”

You narrowed your eyes. You definitely didn’t like where this was going. While Hangman was all huge ego on the outside, you knew he wasn’t really like that on the inside, so it made you suspicious that he was deciding to pick on Bob. Usually it was all in good fun, but you had a soft spot for Bob and you really didn’t want to be caught up in any hurtful gossip.

“Play nice in my bar, Bagman.” You said, scrubbing a bit more aggressively at the countertop than you meant to.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m playing very nice, I’m being a wingman instead of Hangman tonight.” Wingman? “Bob over there, has a very big and bad crush on a certain someone.”

You hoped this was some sort of prank, because Hangman had one perfectly manicured finger pointing at you. You felt your face go bright red.

“That’s not playing nice.” God, why was this happening?

It was one thing to harbor your little crush on Bob, to let yourself check him out while you were sure he wasn’t looking, it was another to have Hangman mock you by telling you that Bob liked you back.

“He really thinks he’s being subtle,” Hangman continued as if he hadn’t heard you speak, “But he refuses to let us buy his drinks whenever we’re buying a round just so he can talk to you. I swear he spends more time up here or staring at you than he does hanging out with us.”

Saved by a customer, you let your attention drift away from Hangman and what he’d said to you. Even though he lingered, leaning on the bar, you tried not to focus on him.

What did he mean Bob had a crush on you? That couldn’t be possible. A few weeks prior you had almost asked Bob out to dinner after not charging him for his drink, hoping that that would be enough to start a bit of flirting.

Instead the WSO had placed enough cash to cover his drink and a very generous tip on the bar and stammered out something about needing to get back to the game of pool him and Rooster were losing. So you took that as your hint.

Ever a patient asshole, Hangman was still there after you finished making drinks. Clearly being decently drunk wasn’t enough to keep him from being a pain. He just kept looking between you and Bob and not saying anything.

“You’re scaring other customers.” You wanted this to end, the observation, you wanted to get out from under his knowing gaze.

He flicked a cherry stem at you, and without flinching proceeded to make you feel like you were officially the world’s least subtle person, “It’s not hard to see that you and Bob wanna jump each other’s bones, I think once you get it out of your system you’ll be perfect for each other. Just have to get over that first hurdle.”

And with that, Hangman walked himself back over to the rest of the group. You stood there in stunned silence trying to process exactly what just happened.

Like you said before, you were usually far more behaved than this. But nevertheless, you now found yourself pressed up against your car in the corner of the Hard Deck’s parking lot, Bob’s lips on yours and his hands on your waist.

Anyone could see. Hangman or Rooster could step out for a breath of fresh air, maybe even a drunk cigarette (no one was allowed to tell Mav), and see you pulling Bob’s shirt out of his standard-issue khakis and running your hands over his stomach. You had always known he was hiding some serious muscle under his uniform. Someone could see you, weak in the knees for the quiet, but beautiful, Bob.

“Jesus Christ,” he said quietly against your lips as you scratched at his back and trembled in his arms. “We shouldn’t–shouldn’t be doing this out in the open. You deserve better.”

Was it wrong that him being so respectful made you want him to ruin you all that more? What you wouldn’t give to be in your, or his, apartment right now, protected by four walls and free to strip and see all of him. But for now, you’d have to take the cards you were dealt.

Grasping behind yourself, you yanked the back door handle against yourself, feeling the door give against you and open slightly. You pushed Bob off you gently, just enough to pull the door open and grab his collar to pull him into the car with you. He made a choked off sound, and you honestly weren’t sure if it was because of you grabbing his shirt or if he was surprised.

“Wait,” He managed, and you froze, “I... Will you sit in my lap?”

You were going to die, here and now, with him almost hovering over you, his eyes wide and pleading. For a moment, time seemed to turn into something syrupy as he slid fully into the car, shut the door, and pulled you into his lap.

You both sat there for just a moment, panting and staring at each other. Maybe you owed Hangman an apology for doubting his wingman skills, but you weren’t sure you wanted to inflate his ego more than it already was.

However, he did deserve some credit. After he had dropped that bomb on you, Bob had come over and asked if you were alright, claiming he’d give Hangman a talking-to about whatever he said that had clearly upset you. You just stood there staring at him, until he started to squirm slightly under your gaze.

It was in that moment you had blurted out, “I have a crush on you.”

He had stared at you for a split second before he whispered, so quietly you weren’t even sure you were supposed to hear it, “Oh my god, I want to kiss you so badly.”

It had taken everything in you not to drag him across the bar and press your lips into his. Instead, you managed to tell him that you had your thirty minute break in five minutes, and to meet you in the parking lot by your car. It was probably the most reckless thing you had ever done.

So that was how you ended up in the backseat of your car, Bob’s tongue running along the seam of your lips, whining slightly when you opened your mouth to feel his tongue glide over your teeth. You could tell he had his feet firmly planted on the floor by the steady rhythm of his hips against yours. That part of his actions seemed so confident, so assured in comparison to the slight tremor in his hands against your hips, but you wanted him to let loose a little, show you just how much he wanted you.

The car rocked gently with your movements. He was panting as his forehead leaned against yours, and he let out a particularly high pitched whine as you grabbed him by the back of the neck to force your lips together again.

“Been thinking about this, about you,” he ground out as you both pulled away again to catch your breaths, “See you every Friday and Hangman, ah, Hangman makes fun of me.”

You groaned at his confession and twisted your hands into his neatly combed hair. Honestly, you couldn’t judge his hesitancy, for god’s sake you thought he barely liked you as a friend. Plus, you’d firmly asked more than one patron to leave when they tried to be too forward. Bob was never too forward.

“Been, fuck! Been, trying to be a gentleman.”

You didn’t want him to be a gentleman, you wanted him to ruin you. Grabbing his wrists, you shoved them under your shirt and sighed as he got the message, rubbing your nipples over your bra.

“F-Fuck,” you gasped, rolling your hips against his more firmly.

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered as his lips marked a path down your neck, mouthing at your collarbone as he tugged the collar of your shirt to the side.

“Bob...” You could feel the heat in your stomach building, the familiar tingle in your fingers.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” With one hand on your stomach rubbing soothing circles, and the other dipping into your bra, the flood of physical sensations was almost too much.

You moaned into his mouth and shuddered against his grip, raking your hands through his hair and feeling just how much he liked the sensation of your nails scraping against his scalp when the rhythm of his hips stuttered.

When you came it felt like a star bursting in your chest, everything went fuzzy around the edges as he rocked you in his lap and you rode out your orgasm. It felt like Christmas morning, your birthday, and every party all rolled into one. You shuddered as he kept your hips moving against his, clearly close.

But you would have none of that.

Still trembling from your own release you unbuttoned his khakis with shaking hands and reached in to grasp him. He stared down at your through lightly fogged up glasses, clearly shocked.

“Fuck, wait, are you sure—!” Was all he managed to get out before you were on your knees, doing your damndest to swallow him down.

He came with a choked shout, one hand on the back of your head and the other clawing at the worn leather of your seats, grasping for something, anything to keep him tethered. For a moment you stayed on your knees, reveling in the feeling of what had just happened.

He was a fucking vision from this angle. His usually perfectly done haired was wild from you running your hands through it, his khakis were haphazardly open and his softening cock was laying against his stomach where you had rucked his shirt up. Breathing wild, his chest rose and fell quickly, and his fingers resting on the seat twitched in a matching rhythm to the ones in your hair.

Perhaps most tantalizing of all were his glasses–their lenses were fogged up, but you could still almost see his wide eyes behind them.

You wished you had a camera to capture the moment.

The moment was broken when Bob reached down to pull you back into his lap and move his lips softly against yours. It took you a moment to register that he was whispering sweet nothings to you–a combination of thank you, and all sorts of compliments that made your chest ache.

A sudden alarm sound made both of you turn in opposite directions at the same time, smacking your foreheads together. Suddenly any sexual tension had completely dissipated, replaced by both of you melting into laughter. Leave it to you and Bob to top off humping in your car like teenagers by giving each other concussions.

“I need to get back to work.” You whispered as he inspected your forehead for any lasting injuries, “That was my alarm.”

He pressed his lips to yours softly, as if he was savoring your final moments together. “Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow? Do this part right?”

“I’d love that.”

You almost made it to closing without anyone noticing that you and Bob had both conveniently been gone for most of your meal break. But the crew crowding the pool table was far too observant for their own good. To his credit, Bob got himself almost fully back to his normal appearance, and you slipped into the bathroom to make sure you were presentable again.

“You should say thank you to people who do nice things for you,” Hangman was back, toothpick hanging loosely from his mouth as he turned a sly grin in your direction, “I’ll take a beer in compensation, though.”

Pretending not to know what he could possibly mean, you continued to clean up. “Making sure all your cups are on the bar by closing is not exactly free beer material.”

He scoffed and stole another garnish, “You might think you’re slick but Bob’s been staring at you uninterrupted since you got back from your little break.”

“According to you he stares at me regardless.” Sorry, Bob.

“Yeah, but now he stares at you all mopey, which means you must’ve gotten the other stuff out of your system–”

You threw a piece of ice, the universe granting you with perfect aim for once, and watched as it hit his collarbone and slid down his shirt. He jerked backwards with a hiss.

“Okay! Just take your beer and shut up.” Why did he have to be like this?

“Why thank you sweetheart, consider your debt settled.” With a wink, he was gone.

If you were honest with yourself, you probably would give Hangman a thousand free beers just to see Bob in the backseat, glasses foggy, and staring at you like you hung the moon. But he didn’t have to know that.

#top gun: maverick #robert 'bob' floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd fic #top gun: maverick fic #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #no use of y/n

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in all the seas - sanji vinsmoke. des. fluff. post-timeskip!sanji. the one time sanji left baratie: led him back to you. notes. sanji might be ooc. this is a test fic, i just miss my boy so much. fluffy! fluffy! fluffy! sanji meets enemies-to-lovers troupe, poor boy is nosebleeding again, mentions of smoking (don't smoke too much, guys!), mentions of the straw hat pirates shenanigans. i miss sanji, i want to kiss his forehead and give him a hug! ;<

hey! it's my first time writing for op (gosh, i remember when i said i won't write a fic for anime anymore but here i am now enjoying skypiea zoro ;P what a clown) n e way, sanji might be a little ooc here but i miss him so here you go, a fluffy sanji. i wrote this around 1 am so, please enjoy! happy holidays!

w.c: 2k (and i oop--)

Sanji was indeed a man with a lot of tricks up his sleeves: he’s from the family of mercenaries, part of the famous Straw Hats Pirate, and of course one of the greatest chef in all the seas, with his handsome face, strong kicks and talent in the kitchen, one could assume he’s everything a person can wish for, and that he is.

You’ve been working at the Baratie for years ever since the restaurant found its place on the East Blue, as a kid you were raised by Zeff along with a blonde kid who hates putting artificially made flavor on a dish. You cooked something with something artificially made, he hates it. He cooks you something, you hate it. It was a game of cat and mouse but somehow, Zeff saw this a familiar scene and a everlasting promise between two kids that somehow will always find each other.

“Sanji! I’m hungry!” The voice of Luffy woke Sanji’s staring into space, as the cook of the straw hat stood up, the sharpshooter of straw hats watches him intently. “Sanji, is there something wrong?” Then, he met Usopp’s wondering eyes, as in the back of his mind, he is back in the Baratie, back to you. He lightly shook his head, ignoring the sharpshooter’s question: was it the empty space of the kitchen that made him wish he was with you, was it the vast sea that made him wish you see the lovely view too, was it his new family made him wish that you should’ve met them too, instead of speaking out his thoughts and secrets, he gave Usopp a smile, perhaps a reminder to the sharp shooter that their cook is alright.

The lingering look of longing is still on Sanji’s face until their next voyage on the vast sea, it made the straw hat worry, hell, even the swordsman is now giving Sanji a look of worry, but somehow, when the crew has met a nearby island, they hoped that their cook would have a peace of mind, a recollection of what he longs for, what his face wishes for. As the reached the shore, the crew pushed Sanji out of the ship as they gave him a reassuring look to take all the time he needs to fill the void that’s slipping in his emotion, face, and his cooking.

As he walked to the island’s market, a familiar scent danced in his nose, a cooking that smells like his first home, as his feet lead the way into a fully packed restaurant, a familiar sight of food greeted him. He immediately sat somewhere on an empty table as he scans the menu.

The time pass by faster than he expected, as for once, he ate the food with a smile on his face, perhaps, realizing that he may have a competition in being the best chef in all seas: but this trivial things did not bother him, until, he tasted an articially made flavor on one of the dishes. Instead of throwing his anger like he always do when arguing with the straw hat’s swordsman, he clicked his tongue and requested to talk to the main chef of the restaurant.

Clink. Click. Clink.

Empty Dishes after empty dishes came into the kitchen, with a smile on your face you were happy with the unending order in the restaurant, until your new waiter had come bearing news about the blonde guy at table 19, with a tired sigh, you removed your apron and went outside to talk to the blonde guy at table 19.

Clink. Click. Clink.

“What seems to be the problem–Sanji?” Your eyes widened as your eyes seem to betray the sight infront of you. The blonde man then catches your surprise gaze as he was about to light his cigarette. “Oi–your..” he stopped at his words as he catches and drowned himself into a familiar sight. You’re here. You’re here infront of him.

Instead of saying anything, the both of you seemed to memorize each others faces. 2 Years is indeed a long time, you noticed his growing beard, he memorized the length of your hair, you noticed his new suit, he noticed the tired yet happy look on your face.

“So, you left Baratie.” The both of you uttered the same time, as a chuckle left your lips: Sanji felt like crying—he missed you so damn much. “Bet Zeff didn’t let you go that easily.” He commented as he gestured you to seat. “He actually did, telling me to look for you and kick your ass as we saw your new bounty.” You laughed as Sanji bottled that laugh in his ear.

“Did he now…” He countered as he lips curved into a soft smile. “Stop looking at me like that.” You immediately notice his gaze, making him look away. “Looking you like what?”

Clink. Click. Clink.

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Clink. Click. Clink.

“Heard the Straw Hat invited you to be in his crew..” You stated as you sat next on the deck with Sanji as he lit his cigarette. He looked away as you asked the question. “He did. I don’t want to.” He openly sighed and filled the space with smoke, as you click your tongue, you grabbed the cigarette on his hand, and inhaled the smoke yourself. “So, I guess you’ll be here in the Baratie in all the end of time.” I laughed.

“What? Do you plan to leave?” He wondered as you meet his knowing look as you just laid your head on his shoulder. “Depends. Your cooking sucks.” He chuckled as he glared at you. “You use artificial flavors in your cooking!” He sounded so offended.

You nodded as you gave back his cigarette. “Go.” He knows that look, he’s way too familiar with that look. “Zeff can handle Baratie himself, that old man can be anything he wants. So, go.”

Clink. Click. Clink.

“I’ll be fine, Sanji.” His voice seems to blend with sea and the seagulls. “It’s not about you.” He looked away as he hid his blush. “Is it?” I chuckled as you stood up and knelt infront of him. “I’ll be alright, Sanji, and besides, didn’t you say you’re going to prove to me that All Blue is real, how can you do that with you staying here.”

“You’re really making this hard for me, you know..” He grumbles as you gave him a look. “I tend to make you suffer until the end of time, Sanji.” You smiled.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He softly uttered as he leaned in. “Looking you like what?” You replied as you closed the distance feeling his warm lips on yours, as the noise of the sea seem to silenced at this moment, seems like the seagulls have found a place to rest, seems like the warm rays of the sun has bit put on rest. As you pulled away, you met his eyes. “I’m still a better cook than you, you know.” He chuckled.

“Oh, I know. I know. Get out there, Sanji.” You smiled as you stood up, walking away from him, leaving the blonde boy with a distinct nosebleed and a lovesick smile on his face.

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“So, you’re here.” He said with a smile. “Good to see, you still have your both feet on the ground.” You smiled as you saw that his bangs have changed its position. “You changed your look.” You commented as he just stares at you.

“What?” You wondered as he just looked at the food: “You used artificially made flavors.” He complained as you rolled your eyes and just snickered. “You never really got over it, didn’t you?” you laughed. “Why don’t you walk over our kitchen, Mr. Sanji.” You teased as you stood up and lead him to the kitchen.

The tour in the kitchen was just short and subtle; it surprised him that the artificial flavor he hates was actually made by you: he find it funny and continue to tell you that he is the best cook in all seas. By the time the tour finish, he caught a familiar wanted poster hanged on the wall. A poster that he hates so much.

“Seriously, that poster?” He rolled his eyes at you. It was his first wanted poster with no picture attached but an illustration. You chuckled at his antics: “What? The artist took your beauty really well.” You chuckled, as you stare at him.

“I miss you too, by the way.” You stood closer to him as he walked towards the wanted poster hanged on the wall. He blushes as he looked at you. “Does your miss kinda works its way on you giving me a ki–”

“ORDER UP!” Before he can continue, orders came in like a wave from the sea, Sanji frowned at the timing. “Oi, loverboy, talk to you later.” You tapped his shoulder as you left him on the corner, with a smile on his face. He hid his blush and walked back to their ship.

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A familiar straw hat greeted your eyes as you walked on the shore. “OI!! SANJI!!” He shouted happily, as you noticed Sanji walking down excitedly as you approached their ship. As he ran towards you, he gave you a tight hug. “You’re acting like we didn’t talk earlier.” You grumbled in his hug, as you return it. “I had to keep my appearances, there were bounty hunters in the restaurant, after all. If they knew I had some connection on you, they might–”

You punched him lightly on his stomach. “I can handle myself, Sanji.” You sighed: “We’re both raised by Zeff, you know how he is.” you ran your hand in your hair as you looked at Sanji’s face dancing the sunset’s rays. With a teary-eye he looked at you: ah, they’re going to leave again.

You nodded as you just offered your hand to Sanji as you both walk, quietly and appreciating the fondness of the gift of time in the shore. As you two walked, Sanji noticed that you never let go of his hand. “You actually missed me.” He said in such proud tone. He waited for a teasing remarks instead, you just nodded which surprised him.

“Missed you so much, ‘Ji.” You admit as he stopped his tracks and looked at you. Without saying anything, you embraced him as you hid yourself in his chest: god, he missed you too—so damn, much. He just nodded and hugged back your deep embrace. As the sun continue to bathe in the sea, you whispered the stories on how you got to the island and leaving Baratie. He listened intently as he drew circles in your hands, as the moon slowly reveal itself in the sky. He kissed your hand.

“Will you be here, ‘till I find the All Blue?” He asked, but his tone was pleading and full of hope. And just like before, you lay down your head on his shoulder: but this time, you grabbed a cigarette and lit it up as he muttered. “I’ll come back, you know that right?” He smiled as he grabbed the cigarette from your hand as he inhaled the smoke. You just nodded as you held him a little closer: for once, he thanked the past that you let him go—not only because he met an amazing crew but for once, you looked at him: not as a rival in cooking but someone—as your person.

He thought the kiss from the past was just a mere kiss of heat of the moment, but here you are next to him and you looked so gorgeous—as if he was made to see you in all your shining glory—the lingering looks, the bickering, it all leads him back to you. “Go.” You muttered as he smiled as he kissed your hand. “We’ll be alright, Sanji.” That’s it, he leaned in and gave you a knowing kiss, a kiss that bears a sorry for the two years he wasn’t able to hold you and a kiss that carries promise of the upcoming and untold stories of the both of you—and by all the pirates in the world, he can’t wait to spend the rest of his days next to you in all eons, in all times, and definitely in all the seas.

fluff is like a new ground for me lmao, angsty-fluffy zoro and luffy coming right up!

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“Summertime” Leon S. Kennedy x Reader — Part Three

(A/N: Part one and two are up. We’re back with lifeguard Leon Kennedy! What happens after Reader and Leon’s date? Does Reader ever get his number? Does the Reader’s friend get to see the pairing they’ve been cheering for? Have you had water recently? The last part will be part four. Warnings: Mentions of sea creatures, fluff, romance, Leon being Leon with phrases, puns, and kissing. Word Count: 4,514 words)

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Blue skies and happy vacationers made for a bright summer.

Thinking of the previous evening spent with a certain handsome lifeguard made the summer utterly delightful. It made getting out of bed in the morning easier.

You were happy; eager for a new day.

Within your wishes of the day, you hoped that Leon was also happy.

Being a lifeguard held huge responsibilities. Each day was different and Leon held his own while under pressure. He had dealt with people yelling in his face, rip tide, and lost children. That wasn’t including everything a lifeguard had to do either.

I hope today is a calm day for him, you thought. He definitely deserves it.

“Lifeguard duty again, I see.” Your friend stated from beside you.

The pair of you walked towards your preferred spot on the sandy beach. A little ways ahead of the lifeguard chair that was in clear view as you approached.

“Don’t be weird,” your friend added and zipped ahead.

“Sure, thanks.” You called after them. Shaking your head, you walked closer to the chair shaded by a red umbrella.

Sitting with an elevated view of the beach sat the very handsome man you had been crushing on for multiple vacations. One who happened to set out the lifeguard chair closer to the water and to where your friend always set up the towels. The larger lifeguard tower sat quietly behind it all, slightly off in the back, but not by much.

Just be casual. It’s fine.

“Hey Leon.” You grinned at him.

He leaned over the armrest and removed his sunglasses, a soft smile on his lips. “Hey you. Any adventures planned for today?”

“Might go swimming later.”

His smile widened. “Have fun. I’m here if you need me.”

“I appreciate that.” With a wave, you went to join your friend.

On the towels, your friend crossed their arms. “I’m going to need more salt in these chips to counteract you two and your sweetness.”

“Sure.” You stretched out on the towel, grinning unapologetically.

“I’m serious.”

“Oh, I know.” You chuckled and tilted your head back to take a peek at your favorite lifeguard.

Leon’s smile only grew upon meeting your gaze. After a tiny wave, he put his sunglasses back on.

Oh, that smile, you thought and brought your sights ahead of you once more.

What could that smile do to you?

If only you could see that smile of Leon’s more often.

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Summertime held the perfect atmosphere for grilling, swimming, and sweet treats. Hot weather also brought a collection of clouds. Some of which caught attentive people’s notice.

Lunch time was around the corner and an offshore thunderstorm was quickly rolling in to meet it.

That’s a little too dark, you thought while eyeing the horizon.

Glancing over at Leon seat at his appointed chair, his gaze was focused on his phone. A rarity in his position. He nodded to himself before putting the device away.

Having locked with your gaze, Leon pointed out towards the water and said, “I’m going to start calling people in. The lightning is getting too close. You should get indoors for safety.”

“Okay.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You knew what lightning could do, especially the risk on a flat, sandy beach.

Together in record time, you and your friend packed up your belongings. The air around you had already felt different, charged and ready. The two of you scurried off of the long expanse of sand before the sky broke open into a downpour.

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Much later, after thunderstorms and an early dinner, you headed to the gaming room. You were in dire need of entertainment. Checking the weather and hearing your friend repetitiously give critique on how you should talk to Leon more was enough to push you outdoors. The idea of playing in the arcade was rendered the preferable option.

Only a couple of minutes walk across wet concrete and various paths took up your time. Thunder still rolled in the distance, but the worst had passed, as you expected.

What you had not expected was to see Leon as you entered the gaming room. Well, his back, anyway; a clean white shirt and red swimming trunks. The man was leaning forward with full concentration over the pinball machine across from the main door.

Walking closer, you did your best not to startle him.

But who were you kidding? He was Leon.

“Checking on your high score?” Leon asked as you stepped up beside him.

“Maybe. Just curious.”

Risking a glance, Leon sent you a half-smile that weakened your knees.

How did you manage such strength the day before?

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

“I’m trying to put what I learned from you into practice.”

“And how’s that working out?” You watched the pinball ricochet through the middle section.

“I could use your professional guidance.”

“Yeah?” You peeked at his score, as his numbers had yet to put him in the top players.

Letting out a small grunt, Leon barely saved the pinball from dropping out of the game.

How should I do this? You thought, eyes flickering between his stance and the pinball itself.

“Would it help my case if I said, pretty, please?” Leon hit the side buttons repeatedly and unnecessarily. The newly placed pout on his lips made his attempts at pinball appear more desperate than initially seen.

“It wouldn’t help your timing,” you chuckled lightly and inched closer. “May I?” Your hands hovered over his on either side of the machine.

“Go for it.”

With most of your subconscious mind screaming, you proceeded to help Leon with his timing by placing your hands over his as he played. The small bit of logic in you hoped it would teach him to anticipate the pace of the game.

“Keeping the pinball in play for as long as possible,” you pressed his right fingers against the button, “is almost more important than getting the highest points on the board.”

“That sounds counterproductive.”

“I mean… If you’re only focused on getting the ball to those higher points, only, rather than keeping it in play, you’re going to lose out on more points in the long run.”

“Long term goals versus quick and big points. All right.”

As you two spoke, the pinball sped from one side of the board to the other. The traction leading it closer to following the loop towards the bottom.

“Okay. You can’t be too early because it’ll either fall in or you’ll be holding it there before trying to get the momentum back. It’s a tricky spot—so try avoiding that.”

The pinball was hit, its direction more favorable.

“Got it. Strategic not over zealous.”

“Exactly.” You kept your eyes trained on where the pinball traveled. A much more difficult task as Leon leaned closer to your level.

Goodness, you could smell him. It reminded you of vacation mornings and the baking aisle. Light and sweet backed with a quiet earthy scent. To be wrapped up in it for even an hour would be heavenly.

Focus. Focus. Fo— Crap.

Time ticked by without your attention on anything but the task set before you.

Spending one on one time teaching Leon ended up much more intimate than you imagined. He learned quick and not once did he downplay your own playing abilities.

The final pinball fell away. Lights and sounds ceased as a score was finalized.

Leon had gained a high score under your own. The illuminating numbers displayed for all to see.

Removing yourself from him quietly was a test of your composure. Your hands felt colder without his.

“Not bad.” He mused, eyeing the scoreboard. “Room for improvement, that’s for sure.”

Turning to you, Leon and yourself shared a smile as you gazed at each other. All warm and familiar.

“You did great.” You said softly.

“I had professional help.”

“Is it my turn?” A voice piped up from behind the two of you.

Startled, you both looked over to see a kid, no older than ten, waiting patiently and a tad confused at whatever he just witnessed.

“Oh!”

Apologizing to the kid, the pair of you quickly sidestepped away from the pinball machine.

“Oops,” you covered up a laugh. “Good game though.”

“Thanks.” Reflexively, Leon checked his watch and his eyebrows rose. “Ah. Didn’t realize it was that late. I should head home.”

“Oh. Get home safely, okay?”

“I will.” Leon’s smile was small, but incredibly sweet. “May I call you some time?”

Flutters erupted in your stomach.

It’s happening.

“If that’s alright?”

“Yes— It’s…it’s fine. Uh.” You dug out your phone and he did the same.

In a blur of numbers and bashful laughter, you both exchanged numbers and bid one another a good night.

***

The following day, clouds were building higher in the sky. Still blue and exceedingly warm. A promise for a fun summer day.

“Hey.”

You turned to see Leon jogging up to you. A minor interruption on your way back to the rented condo to give your friend their favorite snacks.

“Hey, Leon,” you greeted him happily.

“Hi…uh.” He pulled at his shirt. No lifeguard or safety symbol in sight. “Are you busy today?”

“I’m on vacation.”

“Right.” Leon rotated the watch on his wrist. “Are you all right with aquariums?”

“Sure. Depends on the aquarium, I guess.”

“Would you like to go with me as a date?”

You smiled.

“To the aquarium. There’s one in the town over. I can drive us there; it’s only about twenty minutes or so.”

“Today?” You asked.

“Yes. Today.”

“Right now?”

“Oh! We don’t have to go right now. Not if you don’t want to. We—”

“I’d love to.”

Leon’s shoulders visually relaxed.

“Let me just change shoes and we can go. If you’re ready?”

“I’m ready,” he said quickly. “I’ll wait here.”

You gave him another smile and discreetly rushed inside.

***

Your date had assured you that the aquarium was both a research and animal rehabilitation center. No catching creatures for show and profit. Only education and hopefully giving the animals better lives if they could not be released back into their home. A home so close.

Leon had picked you up and drove you out on about a twenty minute drive. The time spent in the vehicle held various music choices and comments of other people’s driving skills. It wasn’t necessarily awkward, just a new environment. Leon made it fun either way.

“So, which animals are you most excited to see?” He questioned after paying for your ticket.

“Sharks.”

“No hesitation.” He chuckled, walking beside you.

“Well, we can see the other animals too, obviously.”

“Yeah, but now I’m learning which is your favorite. All the shark’s teeth meant something, huh?”

Leon slipped his fingers along your palm and your hands effortlessly clasped together.

“It did.” You smiled to yourself. “And thank you again for helping.”

“Of course.”

Shades of blue and a wide spaced interior offered a calm atmosphere. Not crowded or loud. Out of the way, signs directed visitors towards specific exhibits and animals, colorfully spaced every so often. Nothing overwhelming to deter you from exploring.

Your date, delighted as he was to be in your company, eagerly and curiously walked with you towards a wall of thick glass. Beyond it, fish of all shapes and colors swam between their decorated environment.

“I heard they keep their octopi locked up pretty tight.”

“Octopuses.” You corrected.

He raised an eyebrow.

“It would be octopi if the word octopus was latin, but it’s not. It’s weird. I know. Sorry.”

“Knowing isn’t weird.” Leon gave your hand a squeeze. “Knowing is understanding more about the world.”

“And hopefully respecting it.”

“Yeah. Hopefully.”

In front of you both, a large fish with old scratch marks languidly swam by. Possibly an injury from propellers of a boat or netting. The fish was, without a doubt, not young and may have even been in a few scraps with others sea creatures.

The sea and the creatures within were a wonder.

Swimming closer to the glass, the fish slowly passed.

“Okay,” you added. “That one was pretty big.”

“It could probably eat me whole.”

“No.” You hushed his outlandish thoughts.

“It could. You saw that thing, right?”

Walking along the tank, you said determinedly, “I’m not letting any fish eat you. Not on purpose and not on accident.”

At your words, Leon held himself higher and gave a satisfied look over to the fish. “Hear that? I’m off the menu. And not just because I’m on a date.”

You laugh came suddenly and short.

He’s a goof too, you thought while shaking your head in good humor.

Further inside the aquarium, after seemingly traveling through a tunnel with tanks on either side, you two spotted multiple pools in the center of an area. The small pools had numerous people gathered around them; even to the point of leaning against ‘Do Not Touch’ signs around the short exhibits.

Probably fish and stingrays, you thought. Not the delicate ones though.

“I’ve seen videos where fish keep circling back to get scratches.” You told your date as you two strolled passed.

“A dogfish?”

“No.” You bumped his arm lightly.

“A catfish?”

“Neither of those and I don’t remember what it was.”

Leon nodded and said in a serious tone, “Could definitely be related to a dogfish.”

Laughing quietly, you pulled him along towards the next exhibit of interest.

“Oh,” Leon exclaimed playfully. “I think I see where you want to go.”

“Hmm?” Following his line of sight gave way to a bright smile on your lips. “Oh, yeah.”

“Called it.”

Mutual delight added a skip to each step.

The pair of you headed toward an unobstructed view of another tank, taller than either of you could reach. Watery depths decorated with corals added more color to the shades of blue. One of the far sides were indistinguishable to its true distance as it kept a large environment for many fish; neither rectangular or perfectly round. An informational sign listed more than a dozen sea creatures in that tank alone.

Of all the fish, one caught your attention first. A hammerhead shark.

Hands intertwined, you and Leon observed the few visible hammerheads as they as almost swiveled through the water with their flattened head. It was peaceful. Everything there an ease to approach in order to learn and witness animals almost as if through a screen; close and mostly clear.

“When I was little, hammerheads were the first shark I liked.” You stated, wistfully thinking of a moment in your childhood. “No one ever told me they were scary or anything. I could just look at them without being fed terrifying tales.”

“Are they still your favorite?”

“I may be a little partial to great white sharks.”

“Movies didn’t scare you off?”

“Nope. I’ve watched too many nature documentaries for that.”

Softly, Leon’s thumb caressed the side of your hand. A soothing and comfortable gesture; touch that came naturally as if done a dozen times before.

“Nurse sharks are really nice too,” you said as you spotted one at the bottom of the tank. “They’re still cool even though people don’t get all crazy hype about them. They’re important too.”

“Important animals should be considered cool regardless. Or at least not badmouthed in groups. Do you know how many shark movies there are where the shark is the antagonist?”

“More every summer, I’m sure.”

“There’s always someone at the beach trying to scare people or asking if there are any sharks in the water.” Leon gestured widely with his free hand. “Technically, yeah, there are sharks in the water. It’s just a huge body of water. They’re likely not near shore depending on the time of day.”

“And time of year.”

“Yeah. I hope there’s not a new shark movie this year…”

“Nah. I think it’s romcoms and zombies.”

“Great.” Leon chuckled sarcastically.

Patting his bicep affectionately, you steered him around a curve of the tank to see more.

And more was seen amongst all blues and greens. Both of you enjoying the views full-heartedly. The large tank of sharks held true as a definite highlight.

Minutes turned into hours and comments lengthened into conversations. The pair of you went through almost every exhibit sharing facts about animals and memories of each other’s past.

A lovely date nearing its end.

Near one of the exits of the aquarium stood a well-lit gift shop. The two of you wandered into it with curious eyes. It was small, but stuffed full of merchandise.

You could easily be in there for half an hour glancing around.

Somewhere between souvenir cups and being distracted by detailed figurines, you did not see Leon’s movements. When you had peered over next, you found that Leon had disappeared from your side.

Huh. Where’d he go? You thought as you glanced around the shop. Did he find something?

Finally, you spotted him at the register being handed a bag.

He bought something. Okay… Not a big deal, but why’d he veer off so quickly?

Upon grabbing the bag, Leon turned away from the counter, eyes scanning the shop.

Raising a hand, you gave a tiny wave.

His bright smile greeted you once he found you. In a few strides, Leon returned to you with an air of excitement.

“Found something good?” You asked.

“I did. It’s for you.”

“What?”

Seeing your smile, Leon grabbed your hand and lead you out of the shop.

“You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Wait ‘till you see it first.” Leon held open the bag for you to look inside.

Peering up at you was the grey and white face of a plush great white shark.

“Really?” You practically squealed in glee as you lifted the plush out of the confines of the bag.

“Yeah. All yours.”

“He needs a name.” You announced as you begun rotating the soft plush in your hands, checking every detail of cuteness.

Leon hummed in thought.

“Something that makes sense.”

He hummed again.

You turned the plushie at different angles before poking its nose.

“Finn.”

“Finn?” You looked to Leon with an approving smile. “That’s so cute.”

“Well, he is yours.”

“I love it. And I love him too.” You gave the plush a light hug. “But… I didn’t buy you anything.” You glanced back at the gift shop.

“Trust me, giving you Finn is better than anything in there.”

A bubbling warmth filled you, eased you and made you smile continuously.

How is Leon real?

***

Another hot summer day and window shopping was on the agenda. You and your friend went exploring the local shops to your hearts content. Options wide and catered to tourists. The perfect opportunity for your friend to ask a hundred questions about your date from the day before. At least your friend and your own curiosity for artisan goods could be satisfied more directly. Just the two of you. A normality during and outside of vacations.

Late in the evening, back in the rented condo, your phone alerted you of a text.

It was from Leon, asking if you’d be up for a swim in the pool later. The pool at the beach club had lights and usually people were gone by nine o’clock the latest.

You informed your friend before they could ask.

“Go with him.” Your friend urged.

“But it’s already late.”

“You stay up late. What’s the difference?”

“I’m inside when I stay up late.” You stated.

They fell back onto their bed.

Hugging your little shark plushie closer, you said, “I’m just….a creature of habit.”

“Do you want to go swimming with a fun, kind, and super fine with-and-without-a-shirt man that saves lives for a living?”

“Yes.” You answered quietly.

“Then what’s stopping you from answering the man? He’s into you.” They pointed to Finn and then the shark teeth. “Very into you.”

Taking a few deep breaths, you replied to Leon.

Sounds fun. I haven’t been able to use the pool yet. :)

Then it’s a date? (crossed fingers)

Yes, I’ll have to leave Finn here then.

Break the news to him gently. Don’t need him tearing up the room (fish)

I’ll do my best. :D See you later!

Can’t wait. ;)

“He sent a winking emoji,” you exclaimed.

Bolting upright, your friend squealed, “Show me! Oh my god!”

“There.” You turned your phone.

A little exchange of enthused exclaims later followed before you went to freshen up and change into a swimsuit.

***

Folded towel held in the crook of your arm, you found your favorite lifeguard standing beside the pool chairs.

“Hey you.” Leon’s smile was infectious.

“Hey.”

“You ready for a swim?” Tilting his head, Leon’s eyes held your gaze warmly.

“Yeah.” You set your towel on a lounge chair.

In one swift movement of flexed muscles, Leon had removed his shirt.

You swore that your brain malfunctioned for a whole five seconds.

Giving you a cheeky smile, Leon hopped into the pool. Water droplets sprinkled along the tile by the seating.

My brain really needs to catch up with me, you thought while regaining your sense of self amidst the small splash.

You knelt by the edge of the water as your date’s head breached the surface.

“Finn isn’t too mad at me for stealing time with you, is he?” Leon asked and shook his hair out of his eyes.

“A little, but I think he understands.”

Carefully, you slipped into the water. It was a comfortable temperature despite the late hour. You swam further out into the pool to join Leon.

“That’s a relief. Don’t need him bumping his nose into me when I least expect it.”

“Cant’ have that.” You smiled softly. “We’ll make it up to him.”

“How’s fish crackers and Jaws sound?”

“Fin-tastic.” The words left you before you could filter them out.

Bringing his hand up through the water, Leon splashed you. He laughed as soon as you retaliated. The two of you went back and forth until you were wiping water from your eyes.

Now is not the time for this. You internally scolded your eyes.

“Sorry about that. Does it sting?” Leon asked. His voice was incredibly close.

“I’m fine.” You opened your eyes, but squinted almost immediately.

Leon shook his head. “May I see?”

You nodded.

Gentle hands cradled your face as he inspected your eyes one at a time. His thumb prodding your skin only enough to nudge your eyelids to open more.

“They might get a little irritated from all the chlorine they put in here. You should rinse with some water when you get back to the room, but you’ll be alright.” His warm breath fanned over your face, sending a chill down your side. One of his thumbs rubbed across your cheek affectionately.

“Nothing serious?” You questioned quietly.

“No, you’re—” Leon’s voice caught in his throat as his gaze locked with your own.

The pool’s water settled. Sounds of the waves in the distance were mere whispers.

Leon’s hands remained in place as you lost yourself in the depths of his blue eyes. Neither of you shied away from the vulnerability.

How were you suppose to react when all you wanted was to know more?

Your attempts at steadying your breathing was near impossible.

Bravery had its moments and yours came as your fingertips ghosted over Leon’s biceps. His gaze flickered down to your lips. Just centimeters away from his own.

“Leon,” you whispered.

“May I?” He swallowed and added quietly, “Please?”

The questions melted your heart.

How could Leon be so….endearing?

Fingers curling around his arms, you answered softly, “Yes.”

Eyes fluttered shut as your lips were greeted by a light pressure. Tenderness seeped into your skin every second Leon kept you close. Everything else faded away.

All too soon or much later, you couldn’t tell, the kiss ended.

The beauty of it still shined in Leon’s eyes, more stunning than the night sky. His smile tickled every ounce of happiness into light. So genuine and sweet.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Leon asked softly.

“Like what?”

“Like…you discovered something. Like you’re looking at something for the first time.”

You ducked your head, smiling then. “In a way, I guess.”

“What?” He chuckled and lifted your head to look at him again. “You discovered that I don’t kiss weird?”

Grinning, you shook your head. “I’m happy with you.”

Steadily and all over, the humor on Leon fell away to reveal open gratefulness. Pure and fully content.

“I’m happy with you too. So happy.” Circling an arm around your waist, Leon brought you even closer. The warmth of your bodies very evident, arousing.

Something within you both clicked.

Lips met again, firmly and passionate in each minute movement. A series of affections on repeat between quick inhales for air.

A light bump to your back signaled that Leon had you both by the pool’s edge for support. One strong arm at the edge to keep you both afloat. His lips traveled along your jawline. Exciting and thorough. Your hands tangled into his wet hair and encouraged him to continue kissing down your neck.

You sighed blissfully. Letting one of your hands travel down his toned back.

At the junction between neck and shoulder, you felt his open-mouthed kiss slow. The warmth of Leon’s exhale raised chills down your back. He gave another kiss. Still the same spot, well heated from the intimacy.

But how much further would you two go? In a public pool, mind you.

“Leon.” You whispered.

In response, he hummed. A delightful vibration that made you almost change your mind.

“We should…slow down a little.”

Leon raised his head to see your face. “Are you okay?” His eyebrows knit together in concern.

“Yeah.” You breathed out. “Just…” Trailing off in words, you glanced around you at the few overhead pool lights and dark buildings.

He nodded.

Chills ran over your water droplet-covered skin as the night air touched you. A fair reminder of where you two were.

Ever the observant one, Leon nudged his forehead against yours and stated, “Why don’t we get you warm in a towel?”

You smiled and gave a small nod.

Taking ahold of your hips, Leon lifted you out of the pool to sit on its edge. He snuck in a kiss to your knee. It was healing nicely.

He’s so attentive, I might melt or…something.

Leon waited for you to stand before pulling himself out of the water. Another glorious view of his being.

After making sure your towel was securely around your form, Leon kissed your forehead.

“Let’s get you inside.”

The short distance walking you back to your rented condo was filled with lingering looks and one of his arms wrapped around you.

“Good night,” Leon kissed you on the lips tenderly.

“Good night.” You smiled as he bumped your nose affectionately and squeezed your hand one more time.

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

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Hi Flower! I hope you had a great new years! Wish you nothing but the best this year! I wanted to ask real quick if you took requests. Like

With a minotaur? Like I don’t see a lot of them on tumblr - or I can’t find them - but like it can me sfw or nsfw, whatever you want. I low key think that Minotaurs are so cute. Doesn’t have to be like super extravagant or anything, like something a little cutesy fluffy. I don’t know does that make sense? But like only if you want to 😂❤️

ANYWAYS I love your work and I hope you have a great day!

Thank you! I do take requests and I've actually been working on a couple of minotaur stories but I wasn't quite happy with any of them until I decided on this one. It's a little different with a reader with yandere qualities as well. I hope you have a wonderful new year with many delights <3

'Minotaur demigod (Solomon) x water nymph reader

Word Count: 2k

🌶️ NSFW MASTERPOST 🌶️

W: nsfw monster smut, some violence and minor character death, yandere vibes

You watched the golden bull warily as he lapped water from your spring. Next to him he’d arranged some fruits he’d found and nudged them to you.

“T-thanks,” you murmured, accepting the fruit, taking a bite and picking at it with your small claws.

Normally, you only ate the fish you caught in the nearby river, but fruit was a nice treat. As a water nymph you ate your meat raw as your ancestors had done for thousands of years.

Trapped in your spring, your territory ranged a few miles in any direction on the mountain where you lived, as far as you could walk in a day. When you were small, your mother had removed your still beating heart from your chest and nestled it at the base of this spring.

Now your magic made the water sweet and endless. The forest thrived around you and creatures big and small came to drink, but your heart bound you to the spot. You could never leave. When you died another nymph would plant her daughter and the process would start all over again.

This golden bull had been coming for a few days, bringing you fruit and sleeping next to your spring. You’d thought he’d take advantage of the water and then move on, but he seemed to be settling in, spending hours lounging in the sun next to you and bringing you gifts.

“You seem to be getting quite comfortable,” you commented as he grazed on the grass around your spring. He paused for a moment and winked at you before resuming his grazing.

Suddenly he was on high alert, his ears perked and his head lowered to charge.

You followed his eyes through the woods until you too saw a handful of elf rogues tromping through the underbrush.

“A spring! Finally!” one of them sighed.

Two of them were hauling a large chest, while the others carried packs with supplies. They looked like a rough bunch, some without teeth, one missing an eye and all of them in need of a bath.

“Well look what we have here!” their leader said, spitting and examining you, “a pretty spring nymph all alone out here.”

He crouched down close to the water, apparently not noticing the massive bull pacing in the shadows.

“Come here little girl,” he said, crooking his finger at you, “we just wanna have a bit of fun. If you're good we won't hurt you.”

You drifted to the center of your pond on the lilypad on which you were sitting and the foolish rogue followed you in thinking the water was shallow and he could overpower you. It was up to a point, but nymphs didn’t live successfully in the wild for thousands of years because you were helpless.

Focusing your magic you willed the water to tug his feet from under him, leaving him sputtering even in the shallows. Every time he tried to get up you sent a new wave to hold him down as his friends watched in horror. If you kept this up you would slowly drown him.

An arrow flew past you, nicking your shoulder and bringing your game to an end. An angry snort echoed through the clearing, distracting you from the trickle of blood making its way down your arm.

The bull barreled through the archer, impaling him on his horns and when you looked, he wasn’t exactly a bull anymore, but more human…a minotaur!

The other two elves, who weren’t being drowned or gored, turned to try to help their friend, pulling out swords, but you weren’t going to let the minotaur be taken unaware from behind.

You willed a large wave of water over the two poor elves, dragging them, choking into the frigid depths at the center of your spring. You held the three of them under until they stopped moving, letting their bodies drift to a dark corner where the eels would pick them apart.

They weren’t the only bones of hapless travelers who had thought to molest you that had collected at the base of your pool.

You squirted a more gentle stream of water at the minotaur, rinsing him of the blood dripping down his neck as he dragged the body over to your pool. Sweeping it up, you maneuvered it with the others to be eaten.

He laughed and shook his head, like a dog whisking the water away. He had fluffy blondish hair that fell in his eyes and long horns you quite liked. His nose was pierced with a gold ring as were his nipples. Around his waist was wrapped a cotton wrap secured with a gold belt that did nothing to hide his bulge.

“You do not need my protection, fair water nymph,” he chuckled, rifling through the odd weeds at the edge of the pond, “yet, I still wish to assist you.”

When he found a leaf he was happy with he chewed it up and spit it into his hand.

“Come here,” he said, crooking his fingers at you.

You drifted on your lilypad over to him, curious. You jumped as he leaned down to touch your arm, but his calloused, warm fingers on your damp skin was actually quite comforting.

“It’s okay,” he purred, “it’s just for the cut.”

He patted the leaf mush onto the wound on your arm and you realized it had stopped hurting, instead the sensation replaced by a cool tingle.

“You’ve been here for days,” you commented, “what is your name and why have you not spoken to me?”

He blushed.

“Solomon,” he said, “and as for why I did not reveal myself to you, I saw what you did with the last males who disturbed you and did not wish to end up at the bottom of your spring.”

You returned his blush with your own. It was true you did have a habit of drowning males who frightened you or got on your nerves or overstayed their welcome. You were all alone in the forest, there was no one to help you. It was best to be cautious and drown first, ask questions later.

“You are no normal minotaur,” you pointed out, “you have two forms.”

He smiled at you.

“I’m a demigod, the son of a minotaur and the goddess of spring.”

Around you flowers bloomed in the underbrush filling the air with a heady fragrance.

“Then I could never have harmed you,” you added.

He chuckled.

“I did not wish to be drowned endlessly while you figured that out,” he laughed, “I can still feel pain and fear. I’m strong but your water can easily overpower me.”

You preened at his compliments and smiled.

“Why are you hanging around here?” you probed, “don’t you have someplace better to be? We’re in the middle of nowhere. There’s not a village for fifty miles.”

He grinned and peered at you from under his fluffy hair.

“I was hoping that would be obvious, water lily,” he said, plucking a flower that had bloomed beside the pond and handing it to you.

Your water churned around you, your spring flashing pink and purple as your heart fluttered with happiness, clutching the blossom to your chest. Without thinking your water scooped up the demigod and enveloped him in a bubble to draw him closer to your heart.

He was frightened at first, as you followed him down, swimming alongside the bubble. He soon realized you weren’t going to hurt him and relaxed, sitting down and putting his arms behind his head and his feet up.

“It’s pretty down here,” he said looking up at the sun filtering through the green pads of the lotuses floating on the surface. Colorful fish swam by and your happy heart made the water glow pleasing colors.

“Is that your heart?” he asked, examining the small sapphire crystal tucked in a clamshell near the bubble.

“Yes, I think it wanted you nearby,” you admitted, “I’m not sure I have complete control over it. I hope you don’t want me to let you go, I’m not confident that I can.”

He looked at you and reached through the bubble pulling you into his lap.

“I don’t mind as long as you plan on making an honest minotaur out of me, little water lily,” he chuckled, “promise not to break my heart.”

You blinked at him and turned pink.

“I-I p-promise,” you stuttered quietly, overwhelmed by his scent. He had a pleasant musk mixed with the smell of grass. Leaning down he brushed his lips against yours, nuzzling you with his broad nose. You twisted around until you were straddling his lap, pushing his hair out of his eyes and looking at him gently. He’d been an attractive bull, but he was much more handsome as a minotaur with rippling abs, that hard chest, and soulful brown eyes brushed by golden hair.

He kissed you softly, sure of what he wanted. He moaned and held you close to him, winding his thick fingers through your damp hair. Brushing your lips with his tongue he coaxed your mouth open, tasting you. Underneath you, you felt his cock hardening and to your embarrassment automatically ground your hips against it.

He didn’t seem at all put out by your needy display, pushing your hair off of your bare breast so he could knead it with his big hand. Kissing you deeper, he thrust up to show you what he had to offer. As a nymph you never wore clothes, so there was nothing between you and him but the cotton wrap around his waist. That gave you a very good idea of what he was working with as it pressed into your pussy.

His hot hands traveled over your breasts and your ass, getting to know your body.

“You are so lovely, my lily,” he cooed, dragging his kisses down your neck, “you smell like sweet water and lotus blossoms.”

His tongue found your pebbled nipples and he licked and nibbled them until you were whimpering in his arms, lustily rubbing yourself against him. Pushing you onto your back on the oddly squishy floor of the bubble, he dropped his kisses lower, sucking your clit past his lips.

You moaned his name as he licked and kissed your little nub, gasping when he split your pussy with two thick fingers.

“Solomon please!” you whined, trying to fuck yourself on his hand.

He held you steady with the other one.

“It’s like honey when you say my name,” he moaned into your pussy, so you screamed it as you came on his fingers.

That made him feral, ripping the wrap off of his waist and looming over you, his huge cock bobbing against his stomach. He had gold barbell piercings down the shaft making your eyes widen curiously. He didn’t have to ask as you tipped your hips up and spread your legs for him, spearing you with it as he kissed you passionately.

You cried into his mouth as he stretched you, tears slipping down your cheeks. You felt the piercings rubbing your G-spot making the invasion that much more intense as they pressed into it. He didn’t rush, pushing into you slowly, but firmly until he bottomed out inside you with a grunt.

He pushed your legs back behind your ears, enjoying the view of his cock splitting your tiny cunt. You loved the way he snorted and huffed as he held himself back from losing it on you, but you wanted his passion, begging for more. You could hardly move as he bent you in half, rocking his heavy body in and out of you. Memorizing his face, tense with concentration, you whined as his calloused finger circled your clit.

“Your pussy is heaven,” he groaned, the pace increasing as he slowly lost control of himself.

His hands moved from your clit to gripping one thigh and one ankle so hard he would probably leave bruises as he slammed into you, holding your ankles over your head a pounding down into you. The soft membrane of the bubble cushioned your back as he railed you.

“Mine,” he growled.

His voice was no longer gentle but gruff and animal. He grunted and growled as he took you, ruining you for any other male and you came to the sound of his feral noises. The water around you flashed colors as you orgasmed, squeezing his cock inside of you.

He roared, filling you with his load, mixing with your fluids and squirting out of your pussy. After a moment of panting next to your head and flattening you back out, he pulled you into his chest as the little spoon.

“I never asked you your name, water lily,” he murmured into your hair as you curled up safe and sound at the bottom of your spring with your new mate bent around you.

“(Y/N),” you whispered and you thought you heard him repeat it as you drifted to sleep.

#minotaur #monster smut #monster x reader #water nymph #x reader #yandere x reader #minotaur x reader #yandere smut #exophelia

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fruitcoops · 1 year

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hi!! been loving all your fics lately 😍

I’m wondering if you’d have fun writing something where logan and sirius (and talker? someone else?) are playing video games with the headsets on and talking to each other and then somebody steps away and accidentally leaves the headset on and the other two overhear stuff with the boyfriend(s) 👀

could be coops or o’knutzy or both, could be before everyone knows about whichever relationship or after, or both!!

Silly fluff on a Thursday! Utterly non-spicy, too :) Character credit goes to @lumosinlove!

“Fucker.”

“From the bottom of my heart—and know that I mean this with every bit of my soul—I hope you die.”

“Oh, sh—fuck, sorry guys.”

For just a moment, their dismay harmonized. The sounds of battle ceased and the screen went dark.

Sorry, You Died.

“I mean, maybe if you two didn’t discuss half your plans in French…”

“Woah, woah, hey, come on,” Logan protested over Sirius’ indignance. In the small icon to the far right, Thomas raised his hands with a look that distinctly lacked apology.

“This is aggression against Canada,” Sirius scoffed. “Classic Americans.”

“Aggression against Canada?” Thomas spluttered.

“Yeah,” Logan chimed in, adjusting his headset over one ear as he reached for a handful of chips. “That. Totally.”

“Tremzy, if you eat those into your headset, I will crawl through the screen and suffocate you.”

Logan narrowed his eyes at Sirius’ video square and made sure his microphone was in prime position to capture the deafening CRUNCH that followed.

Twin groans answered; Thomas removed his headset with a fake gag. “That just echoed across my living room, you little weirdo,” Sirius grumbled.

“Get a headset like the rest of us, lame-ass.”

“It’s worse that way,” Thomas chimed in.

“I told you,” Sirius continued with a whine Logan wished the press could hear before lauding him as some solemn superhero. “It was supposed to be here today.”

“Oh, yeah?” Logan said mockingly, just because he could. “Where is it, then?”

Sirius groused a little more under his breath; the sound of aggressive clicking followed as he moved his character over to whale on Logan’s for a few seconds. It didn’t damage his XP too much, but Logan filed that away for later. Somebody wasn’t getting his extra tincture of healing at the next checkpoint.

The Field of Regeneration was further from their goal than he would prefer—it had taken them an hour and a half to get to the mountains the first time, but he had faith that the fourth time would be the charm. There was a saying about that, he thought. Something like it. He rolled his ankles under the coffee table as their characters moved over the hills in a pack, bracing his arches against the table leg for a better stretch. His toes popped and he grimaced; they really hadn’t moved much today. Then again, early summer was made for lazy days in front of the television with his friends.

Sirius swung by the boulder pile and collected the healing kits the same as before. Logan didn’t bother waiting for him—they had been though this section enough that he could catch up on his own. He had promised Leo they’d reach a stopping point by 6:30, anyway, and there was no chance he would pick video games over acting as a sous chef, paid in kisses.

The chirps faded as they made their way past challenges that had once been world-ending. Logan was glad they weren’t dragging this out longer, too focused on reaching the checkpoint to fuck around. It was one of many reasons he would choose Sirius and Thomas for weekend games over anyone else; they had fun, but they knew how to settle down and win.

Logan grimaced. Hockey brain was supposed to be banished until at least July.

“Let us know when your setup gets here, Cap.” Thomas’ voice startled him; he barely avoided stumbling into a ravine.

“Ouais, we’ll give it a test run.”

They were coming up on the edge of the forest, now. Logan swapped his inventory around and carefully sidestepped the spike trap he had (unfortunately and with great embarrassment) fallen for the second time around.

Sirius’ mouth twitched. “Hey, Tremz, watch your—”

“Shut up, god, I hate you so much.” Their digitized snickering filled his ears and he made sure to be on solid ground before freeing a hand to flip them the bird. “I’ll go call Sunny and Kuns to play instead. See if I care.”

“Don’t you have two boyfriends within arm’s reach at all times?”

Logan rolled his eyes. “They are on a date, if you must know. And Leo hates character games.”

“Ew, you know what kind of video games they like?” Sirius teased.

“Aren’t you literally married?”

Thomas skipped past a cursed runestone and reclined back in his seat. “I think we can all agree that I’m winning here.”

“If you were here in person, I would throw something at you for that,” Logan informed him. Did it matter that he was greatly looking forward to having Thomas around for Christmas in a few months? No. Not here, not now, not while he was within chirping range. The very lenient penalty for dating his sister had been clear from the start. Logan couldn’t let him get too comfortable.

The greatest threat to achieving their goal appeared just as they reached the base of the mountains. Logan was feeling so proud of their quick time before that.

“Which game?” Remus asked from the corner of Sirius’ frame, unloading his pockets on the side table.

Sirius tilted his chin up for a kiss to the cheek, like he had no respect for Logan’s poor, innocent eyes. “Legendborn, with T and Tremzy.”

Remus hummed. He tugged at the collar of Sirius’ shirt with one finger, biting at his lower lip. Logan’s stomach dropped through the fucking floor. “Want to come upstairs for a bit?”

“NO!”

Remus flinched hard at the resounding shout from three different voices, then burst out laughing; Sirius reddened faster and more vibrantly than Logan had ever seen. “Dear god, Loops!” Thomas sounded downright scandalized. “The man doesn’t have a headset! Give us some grace! Some warning!”

Logan wrenched his microphone closer to his mouth with a clumsy hand. “You’re paying for my therapy, Lupin.”

Remus managed to pull his face from Sirius’ shoulder long enough to stumble through part of an apology before breaking down into laughter again. “Fuck—my bad, my bad, I didn’t realize.”

“Clearly!”

“Keep your husband under control, Captain!”

Sirius turned a lecherous smile on them, then caught Remus by the front of his shirt and pulled him down to lick a long, wet, horrendous stripe up his cheek. Logan threw his controller aside and flopped backward on the couch, hands over his eyes, as hysterical laughter and Thomas’ spluttered protests filled his ears.

“I thought you two would finally be normal and boring after you got married,” he groaned, sinking deeper into the cushions. Sirius, the menace, was damn near cackling. “Can you stop being freaks about each other for two fucking seconds?”

“Nope!” Remus said cheerfully. “It’s state-sanctioned now, actually.”

“Marital bliss,” Sirius agreed. “You’re just jealous.”

Logan peeked through his fingers and found Thomas shaking his head. “T, if I ever lick one of my boyfriends, I want you to take me out behind the rink like Old Yeller.”

“Jealous,” came Sirius’ singsong answer. Remus made himself comfortable with his chin on Sirius’ head, grinning madly.

Losers, the both of them. Lame and sweet and married to a nauseating degree. God, Logan couldn’t wait for his turn. Preferably, though, it would wait until after he had logged off.

#logan tremblay #sirius black #thomas walker #remus lupin #sweater weather #vaincre #coast to coast #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #fluff #video games #coops #oknutzy #thomas walker/ noelle tremblay

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 3, Episode 8, Part 4: "Let The Games Begin", the part where Lorelai says that if Jess was trapped inside her burning house she would save her shoes first

Lorelai Gilmore, you are no Jack Pearson. I won't complete that thought, even though I'm feeling nice and mean and I totally should.

Scene: Lorelai and Rory are discussing the upcoming road trip to New Haven with the Gilmore Grands. Rory forgot to pack. Lorelai goes into panic mode. Rory questions why she needs to pack her entire closet for a short road trip. Lorelai recounts a family vacation story from her childhood that would be best unpacked in a lengthy therapy session, frets that her mother will lecture them for under-packing, starts rummaging through Rory's dresser. Rory catches Lorelai making a double entendre about a meaty taco and declares it was dirty. The show makes another dig at New Haven after Lorelai brings home a pamphlet about Exciting Things to Do In New Haven but it's only a few pages long.

You sound surprised, as if ya'll aren't wearing heavy coats and long sleeves in the spring and summer. I swear there's something in the drinking water affecting everyone's thyroids in this town, they can't regulate their body temperatures.

Could anyone tell I'm stalling here? Classic Salty.

Rory: Mom, stop rummaging through my shit. Awwwe. Even Evil Villains like Lorelai Gilmore get the blues. I'm surprised she decided to go on this road trip to Yale instead of sending Rory off alone with the Grands, that way she'd have the house and Dean Forrester to herself the entire day. Since Dean's sexual stamina only extends to 1-2 minutes, they could have had sex hundreds of times in a day.

Two quips that sprang to mind (couldn't decided which one was better): The only words Lorelai is thinking about right now are "Dean" and "Shower". Lorelai thinks Jess removed Rory's bracelet while they're in the shower together? Jess could only hope.

Excuse me for a moment... *deep inhale*

I went into the Tumblr gifs library and looked up "peaceful". Here is a nice, presumably not-evil, Peaceful Bunny.

So not only does Jess commit attempted vehicular homicide, and steal Quarters on a String, he steals said QOAS by forcibly ripping them directly off the wrists of poor unsuspsecting delicate young ladies.

Nice try. You think you're so slick, but you're not, Slick Gilly.

You all don't understand the effort it takes for me to break down a scene like this without taking the cowards way out and simply rage quitting (which I have done before). I have to come up with multiple lines of witty, cutting commentary about what is unfolding before me, when all I want to do is KEYBORD SMASH. SO, YOU KNOW WHAT I WILL!! ITS A FREE COUNTRY ISNT IT! BALD EAGLE BASEBALL APPLE PIE! (Deep inhale) sagfshafgahfgasvxzcywtryqwuhajlkansjbkfagsfyafvabsfvsdgr2347527q2y4q#&$T%#^%^#*U@(%)&@tGSHFBSHFSVAGFSFS FUCKYOULORELAIGILMORE#^&#^%&#^WGHFSHGAS@$%@^@

Thank for reminding the audience the reason why Lorelai thinks Jess should, ya know, die painfully and slowly. He was mouthy once. (the Netflix captions borked the line; Rory also said "and wrecked my car", but as if that makes Lorelai's treatment of Future Nephew any more justifable).

I am told that in a later season, Lorelai bemoans the fact that unlike Dean, Jess never offered to change her water bottle for her. NOW WHY WOULD HE DO THAT? YOU'RE ABOUT TO WISH HIM A FIREY DEATH. AND WHEN HE WAS (FORCIBLY) APPOINTED TO CLEAN YOUR GUTTERS YOU DIDN'T WANT HIS HELP..

Lorelai practically moans this, lol. We know "Change the water bottle" can mean two very different things. You ain't so slick, Slick Gilly.

Welcome to Gaslighting and Emotional Manipulation Theater! See, here's the thing Slick Gilly, I watched an entire frigging episode about you accusing Jess of being a thief, it was called Lost and Found and it took me four frigging centuries to finish, I'm quite sure I have concrete evidence that you have accused him of stealing things. I am Jess Mariano's defense attorney and I will see you in court. Bring Rory too, she should also start getting used to what a court room looks like.

Rory, honey. Sweetie. Sugar bear. It's best you don't wish for a crystal ball. Just strap in to the rollercoaster that is dating Jess Mariano while living with your mother, and pray.

See, here's the thing Slick Gilly, I watched an entire frigging episode about you not letting Jess enter your house, it was called Swan Song and it will take me four frigging centuries to rewatch it.

This "Jess talks in grunts" shtick is getting old and moldy.

So not only does Jess commit attempted vehicular homicide, steal Quarters on a String, and steal said QOAS by forcibly ripipng them directly off the wrists of poor unsuspsecting delicate young ladies, but he's also an arsonist, and not only is he an arsonist, he's such a bad one that he'll apparently be killed by his handiwork? (he also can't be trusted to clean gutters). He was probably trying to off himself instead of live in Stars Hollow for another minute. Can we recall another time Rory tried to play this same grim hypothetical with her mom? Does Rory, like Jess, also have some kind of firey death wish? I mean, who can blame either of them. *twinkly flashback music to early season 2*

I notice Pigtails didn't say "my daughter" this time, either. Sorry Rory. Maybe try playing a third time until she answers with "Some form of human life." Lorelai lies to Rory's face that she "promised you before and am promising you again that I will cut "this kid" some slack." Alright, I ran through my 30 screen shots, let's stuff this scene in a sack and throw it into the lake with Shane and her swan family.

Rory: "You're just waiting for the day I break up with Jess." Lorelai The Villain: "Did I like Dean? Yes. Did I worry less when you were with dean? Yes! I never expected you to be with Dean forever. I don't expect you to be with Jess forever." What a pile of rancid baloney. Maybe he won't be with Rory forever, but 13 years later Jess becomes her nephew and will be a part of her family forever and I will never, ever, ever stop loving that. What JUSTICE.

When I hit my lowest of low valleys listening to this wretched woman spew her many lies and Gilly-Nonsense, It's often the only thing that makes me smile.

#jess mariano #literati #gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 3 #let the games begin #ltgb #now I just have to suffer through the ridiculous shit fit she has at Yale

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zazasthingsfoundcoolornice · 11 months

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*Y/n dies in a game with ships*

Cedric : This ship is no longer a ship of love, it's a ship of vengeance, a gavel of justice against all that is wrong in the world, showing no mercy, as no mercy was shown to us.

Cedric : The spark of love will now fuel the fires of destructive glory as I wage my war across the world with righteous fury.

Sofia: Legend has it that Y/n still haunts the ship, stealing my fucking drinks.

Y/n : Of course I do.

::::

Sofia: We all have our demons.

Cedric , grabbing Y/n : This one’s mine!

:::

Y/n : Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life.

Sofia: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Y/n : Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Cedric : Edible.

:::

Y/n : Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body.

Sofia: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot.

Y/n : THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!

Cedric : Hmm... I've been drinking soda and my body's rust free... not sure where you're getting your facts from...

:::

Y/n : Hey Cedric , do you have any hobbies?

Cedric : Swimming..

Y/n : Really? That’s cool. I never expected you to-

Cedric : In a pool of self hatred and regret.

:::

Cedric : *standing on a balcony and sneezes*

Y/n : *standing on the roof* Bless you.

Cedric : God?!

:::

Y/n : So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to Cedric and not do the thing,

Y/n : Well there’s a clear right answer here.

Y/n : *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

:::

Y/n : Are you ready to commit?

Cedric : Like, a crime or a relationship?

:::

Y/n : *slams down an absolute doorstopper of a tome* I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading.

Cedric : This is light?!

:::

Y/n : I regret nothing!!!

Cedric : I regret everything!!!

#incorrect quotes #sofia the fandom #cedric sofia the first #cedric the sorcerer x reader

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pinkydevil16 · 2 years

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Daemon Targaryen x reader: part 6

Y/n was quick to finish her tour, unable to concentrate as she feared going back to her room each night, Daemon did not appear again although he left her gifts. The first a red jewel ring which Y/n had been quick to hide away not wishing to see it, she thought of throwing it out the window but somehow she knew he would find out. The next night matching bracelets to the ring although she thought they looked like cuffs as she stared at them, she still felt slight fear but now she was beginning to become more angered each time she entered her room. She had only a few days of her tour left, with no husband in sight she did not know what would happen when she returned to her father, Rhaenyra commenting on how useless Lord's were when Y/n was to be queen. The third gift was the one which made her rageful, a black silk night dress, if you could call the scraps of fabric a dress, a note next to them 'For our wedding night'. Y/n had grabbed the flimsy excuse for a dress and burnt it in the fire, writing on the back of the note for Daemon to choke. She had thought it was funny, he wanted to try to intimidate her, force her to marry him because he enjoyed the game of cat and mouse, she was a damn dragon. On her last night she was gifted the same dress, her eyebrows furrowing as she picked it up, although this one seemed even smaller with lace along the sides which would no doubt expose her entire body. Y/n bundled it up, her hands shaking as she walked to the window, staring out for any sign of her damned Uncle. She could imagine his face, the smug smirk on his face as he thought he'd won, he would not win. Y/n unfurled the dress, placing it in her bags as she packed, there had been no note his time, only his unspoken promise.

As Y/n sailed home she would see the shadow of Caraxes, her sister excitable as they got closer to home, hoping to see her Uncle and Father again after a long trip away with too many men who did not respect her as they did. Y/n sat with Bronn, the pair gambling as the guard tried to ask her about the tour, she had kept any possible suitors secretive and had bot outwardly shown any special interest in a Lord.

"I know who i shall marry Bronn, and i think father will be most happy." She smiled, a coin twirled between her fingers as she won once more, her nerves of steel helping to win as she held out even when he cards were terrible. Y/n knew in the days she had gone there was no doubt in her mind Daemon would have won her father over, he was a simple man who wished for his family to love each other and get along, sometimes she thought he would give up his crown so he had time to finish his sculptures. As they docked Y/n watched as guards came to greet them, Y/n ripping off her gloves as she chucked them at the men, storming towards the dragon pit as she heard Lyrrax roar at the presence of her rider. Y/n walked through the dragon pit, Bronn walking close to the wall as Lyrrax roared happily having missed her rider, the young girl cuddling her as she whispered praises to her dragon, a loving smile on her face as she placed a kiss on her scales.

Viserys smiled widely as his eldest daughter entered, a joy to her step he had not seen in months, although he saw the mischievous smirk on her face as she noticed Daemon sat near her father. Bowing before the king she stood straight, removing her cloak to reveal a dark purple dress underneath, a colour which complimented her well although Daemon preferred her in red.

"Father, Uncle, i am pleased to tell you i have chosen a husband." Daemon's eyes narrowed as he watched her, his short hair covering his eyes slightly as he slumped in his chair, his thighs parting as his sword hit the ground from the change in position. Her father's eye widening as he did not expect her to actually find a husband instead he had resided to let her choose when she was ready, but the way she circled the table until she stood behind Daemon worried him. Her hands planted heavily on his shoulders as she squeezed tight, his eyes snapping to look at her as she smiled tightly.

"I must thank my Uncle for making my tour much more interesting, and for the encouragement to find a husband at such haste due to his troublesome nature..." Y/n dug her nails into his shoulders, looking down on him before moving once again until she stood back where she arrived.

"I am hoping to marry Laenor Valaryon, to keep our Valerian blood strong and pure." Daemon's gaze hardened as he heard the name, standing quickly as he started to protest.

"You cannot be serious? It is well known he is not interested in cu-" Y/n cut Daemon off as she shushed him, a feline smile on her face as she turned to her father.

"He is a gentleman, there is no worry of him fathering a bastard and he has a sense of duty. It would bring our two great families together once more, Rhaenys is a wonderful confidant and i am sure she would agree with this agreement. Although Uncle, if you are so wanting a marriage, her daughter Laena is still awaiting a betrothal." Daemon's hand curled into a fist as Viserys agreed, a wide grin on his face as he did not see Y/n scheme, her father wrapped around her pinky as she played into his want for her to be happy.

"I am mourning my late wife, i do not think i will take Laena as my next." Daemon gritted out as Y/n faked a shocked expression, her hand over her heart as she tutted lightly.

"It is a shame, Father, i shall send notice for Rhaenys to meet with us to discuss the betrothal. The quicker we are married the quicker i may have an heir with Laenor." Daemon wanted to cut his brother's head off as Viserys hurried to arrange Y/n'e betrothal, her cruel smile spiralling around his mind as he had not predicted her to be so quick witted. He had been teasing her, pushing her into a corner which she had somehow escaped from, Y/n allowed Viserys to walk ahead before she turned back to Daemon. Sauntering towards him as she pouted at him, getting close until she loomed over him in his chair, having watched him slump back when Viserys walked off. All the guards had followed the king leaving Y/n alone with her Uncle, her long nails scraping against the table as she faked a sad expression.

"I cannot imagine how sad you must feel Uncle, your wife is murdered, the crown fades further away from you and you lost. So much grief you must feel, although i doubt you mourn your wife as much as the crown being snatched from you. You might like playing cat and mouse Daemon, but i am a dragon, i do not chase, i devour." Y/n bent until she breathed in his ear, biting his lobe before moving quickly and exiting as though she had never been near him. The door slamming shut behind her as she looped her arm in her father's, wanting a small wedding and reminding him Rhaenys must agree first. She knew she would agree, her son was openly sleeping with men, his lover clinging to his hip as though he were his child, the court knew of his dalliances but if he were married no one could question his legitimacy or force him to give up his claim to his father's domain. Y/n knew how the court worked, she understood the inner workers of those around her and she would be damned if Daemon thought he could win against her.

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archiveikemen · 13 days

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Minamoto no Yoshitsune Main Story: Chapter 12

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** = Translator's note

Yoichi: How about letting Yuno tend to your wound?

Yoichi: That way, it won’t be a problem anymore.

Yoshitsune: What?

Yuno: Huh?

Yoshitsune and I responded at the same time to Yoichi’s suggestion.

Yuno: Tend to… are you saying I’ll tend to Lord Yoshitsune’s wound!?

Yoshitsune: What are you talking about, Yoichi? I will not allow for such a thing.

Yoshitsune looked unusually perplexed.

Yoichi pointed a finger at him.

Yoichi: Someone will find out about your wound eventually if we leave it as is.

Yoichi: There’s a limit to how well you can tend to it yourself.

Yoichi: Yuno is your best choice if you want to keep it a secret from the vassals.

Yoshitsune: Yuno is here as a hostage, not an apothecary.

(It's surprising for sure, but…)

(His wound might worsen if I don't do anything about it.)

I said firmly,

Yuno: Please let me take care of your wound, Lord Yoshitsune.

Yoshitsune: Yuno.

Yoshitsune: Do you understand what you're saying right now?

Yuno: … I do.

Yuno: Lord Yoshitsune, you’ve helped me time and time again.

Yuno: It’s precisely because you are my enemy, this is my final chance to thank you for all the help you’ve given me.

I nervously looked up at Yoshitsune’s face.

Yuno: So that I’ll have no regrets later on… please allow me to perform the role of an apothecary.

(Because we’ll fight against and hurt each other when we go to war.)

Yoshitsune: … Fine.

Yoshitsune: I accept your treatment as a patient.

Yoshitsune looked into my eyes.

Yoshitsune: I appreciate it, Yuno.

(Thank goodness…)

Yuno: Please leave it to me!

Yoshitsune: Those are some reassuring words, you seem like a trustworthy apothecary.

Yoichi, who had been watching us from the side, grinned.

Yoichi: I’ll keep watch outside in the corridor. Call me if you need anything.

…

Urged by Yoichi, we went to Yoshitsune’s room.

(So this is where Yoshitsune lives…)

The rays of sunlight shining into the room added flair to the beautiful furnishing.

Yoshitsune: I put myself in your care.

Yuno: … Understood.

Yoshitsune casually removed his kimono.

Seeing his toned body felt as though I were looking at something I shouldn't be looking at.

(This is not the time for my heart to be racing. I need to focus on treating his wound.)

(Anyway… this is a really severe wound.)

The wound was deeper than I had expected, and even the slightest movement could potentially cause a great amount of pain.

I carefully cleaned the wound, applied medicine, and wrapped it up with fresh bandages.

Yoshitsune: Ggh…

Yoshitsune grimaced, and I immediately stopped.

Yuno: Sorry, did that hurt?

Yoshitsune: … No. It’s fine.

Despite Yoshitsune’s calm response, there was a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Yuno: I’ll finish up soon, so please bear with it a little bit more.

I was soon done with the treatment and started packing up.

Yoshitsune, dressed in an unlined kimono, was expressionless as usual.

(It’ll take a while for Yoshitsune’s wound to heal.)

(He tried to bear with such a serious injury without telling anyone…)

There was a boundary between us that we mustn't cross.

And yet, an uncontrollable urge welled up inside me and escaped through my lips.

Yuno: … Lord Yoshitsune.

Yoshitsune: What is it?

Yuno: Please don’t do anything rash.

Yoshitsune: …

Yuno: Nothing can change the fact that we’re enemies.

Yuno: That's why, I couldn’t bring myself to wish you well before you headed into battle.

Yuno: But now, seeing you injured… I regret not doing that.

Yoshitsune: … Yuno.

He looked at his freshly bandaged arm.

Yuno: I want you to take better care of yourself, Lord Yoshitsune.

Yoshitsune: That’s impossible.

Yuno: Why…?

Yoshitsune: I can’t defeat Yoritomo unless I risk everything.

Yoshitsune: Everything will be snatched away from me if I lose. I only had to experience it once to know I never want it to happen again.

His tone contained an unwavering determination.

(... There definitely isn't anyone who can stop this man.)

Yuno: What happened between you and Lord Yoritomo…?

My subconscious was telling me that I shouldn't have asked that question, and that I was prying too much.

Yet the urge to go further took over my heart like a storm.

Yuno: Why do both of you have to go through so much pain just to fight?

Yoshitsune: …

(... The silence is suffocating.)

Hot and cold like frozen flames, conflicting emotions burned deep inside Yoshitsune's eyes.

After a moment of silence, Yoshitsune spoke.

Yoshitsune: My father— who was also Yoritomo’s father and the head of the Minamoto Clan…

Yoshitsune: He lost in the war against the Tara Clan and was executed.

(What…)

Yuno: … I’m not well informed of such affairs, but I’ve heard some things about it.

Yuno: The Taira Clan thrived for a period of time after emerging victorious in that war, but was eventually defeated again by the Minamoto Clan.

(But… yeah.)

(They both lost their father so tragically…)

Despite my hesitation, I probed on.

Yuno: Lord Yoshitsune, how old were you when it happened?

Yoshitsune: Due to my young age at that time, I don’t have memories of it. I only learnt about it much later.

Yuno: Y-You were that young…

Yuno: You must’ve been through a lot.

Yoshitsune: As the sons of a defeated general, Yoritomo and I are considered lucky to have been spared.

Yuno: … Even the children of the defeated general were to be executed?

(Is that what being born as the son of a warrior entails?)

I bit my lips tightly, feeling a mix of fear and sadness.

Yoshitsune: In my case, my mother’s life was spared because she became the Taira Clan head’s mistress.

Yoshitsune: I heard that my mother was an extremely beautiful woman, but I have no recollection of her face. Just like how I don't remember my executed father’s appearance.

Yoshitsune: Afterwards, I was separated from my mother and held captive in Kurama-dera.

Yuno: Kurama-dera…

Yoshitsune: I told you about it before.

Yuno: Yeah, when I met you in the garden the other night.

= Flashback Start =

Yoshitsune: Before I even became old enough to understand anything that was going on, I was sent to a temple on Mount Kurama.

Yoshitsune: I have no memory of what my parents’ faces looked like.

Yoshitsune: Growing up not knowing my own lineage, I always felt ostracised.

Yuno: I didn’t expect your past to be like that…

Yoshitsune: Really?

Yuno: … Yes.

Yoshitsune: Later on in life, I found out that there were various reasons for that.

= Flashback End =

(At that point in time, I was wondering why Yoshitsune was disliked.)

(People were wary of him because he was a descendant of the Minamoto Clan.)

(He was only a young child with no one to rely on and was constantly the target of ayakashi at the same time…)

Thinking of how life was for Yoshitsune back then, my heart ached.

Yoshitsune: When I was at Kurama-dera, I didn't have a place where I truly belonged.

Yoshitsune: Eventually, I met a monk who had connections to the Minamoto Clan. That was how I got to know my true identity.

Yuno: … And how did you feel?

I hesitatingly asked.

Yoshitsune: I felt surprised, yet relieved.

Yoshitsune: Convinced that the temple was not where I belonged, I decided to leave.

Yoshitsune spoke slowly, talking about his past.

Yoshitsune: I had nothing to my name, but the Oshu-Fujiwara Clan accepted me.

Yuno: That’s why you're based here in Oshu Hiraizumi.

Yoshitsune: That’s right. I gained my connections here.

(And so this place is precious to Yoshitsune.)

His tone softened whenever he mentioned Hiraizumi.

Yoshitsune: But I left Hiraizumi again.

Yoshitsune: I learned that my half-brother, who was living in exile in Izu, was plotting a rebellion.

Yuno: … Lord Yoritomo planned to attack the Taira Clan again.

Yoshitsune: Yes.

Yoshitsune: I hurried to Yoritomo’s side and fought alongside him against the Taira Clan.

Yuno: You’ve never met Lord Yoritomo even once prior to that… why?

Being on the battlefield meant that death was always lingering by your side.

It didn't take me more than one trip to the battlefield to know that.

(Them being brothers aside, risking your life for someone you’ve never met is…)

Yoshitsune: I wanted to meet someone from the same bloodline.

Yoshitsune: I had the feeling that I'd understand my identity better if I did.

Yuno: Lord Yoshitsune…

I was surprised by his unusually tender voice.

(I understand now. Blood ties are very important to someone like Yoshitsune, who spent his entire childhood alone…)

Yoritomo: I was happy when I met Yoritomo.

Yoshitsune: Although we had different personalities, it always seemed like we understood each other…

Yoshitsune: I sincerely felt like “ahh, this man is truly my older brother”.

Yuno: Is that how you started fighting alongside him?

Yoshitsune: Yeah.

His eyelashes drooped as he looked down pensively.

Yoshitsune: Look back, it was a foolish decision.

Yoshitsune: I respected Yoritomo because he was everything I could never be. I wielded my sword on the battlefield, wanting to be useful to him.

Yoshitsune: Before I knew it, a few people started looking up to me as their leader.

Yoshitsune: Many comrades believed in me and became my followers.

(Yoshitsune was born with a unique soul.)

(To him, there is nothing more important than his bond with his vassals.)

(To Yoritomo, however…)

Memories of our conversation at the festival a while back flashed in the back of my head.

Yuno: You mentioned before… that you were exiled after the war against the Taira Clan.

Yoshitsune: Yeah.

Yoshitsune: I was discarded by my biological brother, someone I was bonded to by blood. It felt like being thrown to the very bottom of a ravine.

Yoshitsune: But more than that…

Yoshitsune: I couldn’t forgive Yoritomo for ordering the killing of all the loyal vassals who fought hard in battle.

(Ah…)

Yoshitsune’s fist was clenched so tightly his knuckle turned white.

(Yoshitsune is someone who’s always honest with others…)

(To become enemies with Yoritomo, whom he held in high regard, it must've hurt him deeply.)

(However…)

I looked at Yoshitsune with hesitation.

Yuno: I haven't interacted with the Shogunate for long.

Yuno: However, I believe that Lord Yoritomo wouldn't do such a thing without reason.

It was hard to grasp Yoritomo’s true feelings due to his two-faced character, but I knew that he was an impartial man.

(I wonder what caused the two of them to become estranged…)

Yoshitsune: It’s long past the time to be brooding over such things.

Yoshitsune answered in a detached manner, as though it were a question he had asked himself countless times.

Yoshitsune: I know. That man would readily sacrifice 10,000 lives to save the lives of 100,000 people.

Yoshitsune: However…

Yoshitsune: If my loved ones are part of those 10,000 lives lost, I will have no choice but to pick up my sword.

Yoshitsune’s facial expression remained unchanged, but it was clear that he held deep feelings of rage and sadness in his heart.

Yuno: Are you not… scared?

(He carries the burden of thousands of lives while fighting against his older brother whom he once respected, facing life and death on the battlefield.)

Yoshitsune: No matter how tough the situation on the battlefield becomes, I have never once felt afraid.

Yuno: Not even once…?

An image of Yoshitsune fighting with otherworldly strength like a human embodiment of war flashed vividly in my mind.

(Is this why he’s so reckless in battle?)

Yoshitsune: Even when my life was hanging by a thread, it wasn't fear I felt in my heart.

Yoshitsune: It was an intense feeling of yearning that burned inside of me and kept me alive.

(This look in his eyes… he’s serious.)

Yuno: So this is why you got back on your feet and went against Lord Yoritomo…

(For the sake of all the loyal vassals who believed in him.)

Without realising it, my eyes were brimming with tears.

I didn't know for sure what I was feeling, but I couldn't look away from Yoshitsune.

Yoshitsune: Everyone dies eventually.

Yoshitsune: That’s why I don't hesitate to have this life go up in flames.

Yuno: But where is your peace and happiness in all this…?

Yoshitsune: As long as the people around me are happy, I ask for nothing more.

(Why…?)

Yuno: To live like this… it’s too sorrowful!

I tightly clenched my fists, holding my emotions back from overflowing.

(Urgh... I mustn't cry.)

(The type of relationship we have doesn't permit me to shed tears for him.)

My palms hurt from my tightly clenched fists; but more than that, my heart felt like it was about to burst.

(... Why do I feel this way?)

Yoshitsune: I don’t find it sorrowful. Not now, at least.

Yuno: Huh…?

The reflection of my puzzled self in Yoshitsune's eyes that seemed to pull me in wavered.

Yoshitsune: People say I have a talent for battle.

Yoshitsune: But that’s probably because there’s something I’m missing by nature.

Yuno: W-What…

(If only I could deny that.)

I feared Yoshitsune when I witnessed his ferocity on the battlefield. However, as I slowly got to know him better through a series of unexpected events…

I came to know about the painful story of his life.

(That's why I understand.)

(Yoshitsune is indeed… missing something crucial.)

(Despite that, he’s still a tough, upright, and beautiful person.)

Yoshitsune: That’s just how I think of it right now.

Yoshitsune: There is no doubt that I was born imperfect to protect what's important to me.

Yuno: Lord Yoshitsune… are you really okay with that?

Yoshitsune: — Doesn’t matter.

His voice sounded like the calm before a storm, sending a shiver down my spine.

Yoshitsune: This life, this body… and even this soul, don’t truly belong to me.

(Yoshitsune and I are too different in terms of our birth, way of life, and mindsets.)

Had we lived ordinary lives, we would never have crossed paths.

(But now we’ve met. In the worst possible circumstances, as enemies.)

Yuno: … Lord Yoshitsune.

I slowly exhaled, calming my heart down.

Yuno: I understand how you feel now. I… don’t have anything else to say on this topic.

Yuno: However, please let me say one thing as the apothecary who treated your wound.

I pushed my personal feelings aside and searched for the appropriate words.

Yuno: Please allow yourself to rest for a few days, and refrain from overexerting yourself in the meantime.

Yuno: Also… can you let me observe the healing progress of your wound during this time?

(I haven't forgotten my position as a hostage, but I want to take responsibility for the treatment I provided.)

(This is definitely all I can do for him.)

Yoshitsune: …

Yoshitsune: Yeah. I’ll leave that to you.

His tender smile caused a sweet throbbing sensation in my heart.

Yoshitsune: Allow me to thank you once more. Thank you for treating my wound.

Yuno: Don’t mention it… I’m glad I could be of help.

Yoshitsune: Yuno.

Yuno: Ah…

Yoshitsune reached his hand out and touched mine.

He gently unclenched my fingers.

Yoshitsune: My way of living is the only one I know.

Yoshitsune: That’s why, I’ll continue walking down this path.

Yoshitsune: However, I’ll never forget that you treated my wound today.

Yoshitsune: Your kindness and your earnestness in being thoughtful of others— I find them beautiful.

(... I want you to stop saying such things.)

The emotions and inability to reach enlightenment developed made me feel like my breathing was about to stop.

Yuno: I have done nothing significant.

Yuno: I may be able to heal physical wounds, but I can never erase the sorrow you feel as a result of your past.

(It’s meaningless to think about things like ‘if only we weren't enemies’.)

Yuno: … I feel like I’m leaving things incomplete.

Yoshitsune: You don’t need to feel that way.

Yoshitsune calmly disagreed with my words.

He must've felt unconcealable heat from my skin when our hands touched.

Yoshitsune: Right now, you're sincerely facing the sadness you’re feeling on my behalf.

Yoshitsune: As your enemy, I can sense that your words contain no flattery or self-interest.

Yoshitsune: You’re beautiful, Yuno.

I gasped, those words went straight to the core of my heart.

(... This is so cruel.)

(It’s impossible for me to see Yoshitsune as an enemy.)

(I can’t leave this man alone. I don’t want to leave him alone—)

Yoshitsune: I’ll see you off.

Yoshitsune slowly let go of my hand and tried to stand, when…

Yoshitsune: Ggh…

Yuno: D-Don’t move. Stay right there…

I gently pushed Yoshitsune back down and placed my hand over his bandaged site.

Yoshitsune: …

Yuno: Does it still hurt badly?

Yoshitsune: … No.

Yoshitsune mumbled, seemingly caught off guard.

Yoshitsune: Just by touching the injury site like this…

Yoshitsune: You mysteriously made the pain disappear.

Yoshitsune: I don't sense any special powers coming from you. What did you do to me?

Yuno: Originally, touching an injury with your palm like this relieves pain; that's why it’s called “treatment”.**

**This sentence is lost in translation. I can’t explain it well, but hand = 手 and treatment = 手当て – there is a 手 in 手当て, that's why Yuno said that.

Yoshitsune: I find that hard to believe.

Yoshitsune wore a sceptical look and thought for a moment…

Yoshitsune: I don’t think there’s anyone else who can cause this sort of effect on me just by touching.

Yuno: L-Lord Yoshitsune…?

His beautiful fingers caressed my cheek, making my heart skip a beat.

Yoshitsune: You have the ability to heal.

Yoshitsune: … You’re entirely different from me.

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Still.

Perhaps he just liked to annoy you, or maybe he's curious because he hasn't ever seen you... upset or expressive much beyond the disdain you carry when dealing with demons and the like. You're not gruff, but you're not soft spoken either. Perfectly balanced, right in the middle, holding this weird indifference to your character. When trying to get under your skin, he finds that his actions have consequences, which only adds to your allure.

In which Dante is put in his place, for once, by none other than the (AMAB)Reader.

Minors DNI.

You were reading over something you'd borrowed from the library, a book that you could find that pertained to demonology. It was filled with all sorts of information, with diagrams of horned beasts and chained monsters that you've fought before. There wasn't anything else that you really wanted to read, but you didn't know what else to do with your down time. You could only refine your skills and sharpen your blade so many times a day before even that didn't offer anything more than the burn in your muscles and the familiar ache of stretching your limbs for practice. You're human, weaker in comparison to the boss of your agency, but not inferior in the slightest.

Dante had come to acknowledge that from watching the way you'd dance around the battlefield, holding yourself upright and with poise despite the circumstances. Death didn't scare you, even if he thought you could be a little concerned with it. Though... knowing that you could handle yourself without his help was a comforting thought. He'd walked in the lobby of the Devil May Cry, leaning on the door way as he observed your resting expression. Even when resting you were so serious, lighten up a bit will ya?

He approaches, as you have your head down, but you're already quite aware. How could you not be? He leans his arms down on the couch, looking at you with a certain glint to his sky blue eyes.

"So... whatcha readin'?", he asks casually.

"Alighieri's Beastiary on the Nine Circles", you muse dully, flipping a page to look at a rather unpleasant demon.

Funny that you've yet to see the famed little red bastard with red horns and a spiked tail that people think of when they hear the world 'devil'. This one had a wide, gaping maw with teeth that were too straight and too white within its blackened gums.

"Ah, I see", Dante nods, as if he's read it before.

He wasn't much for reading himself, but that didn't mean that he too didn't happen to indulge in the literary arts from time to time. There were the greats like Liefeld and Nicieza. He preferred short stories, packed with action like his own. Although at the moment, he could care less about what lied on the pages. Dante reaches forward and swipes the book from your hands, not really paying attention to the grinning demon in your book. He was more focused on how you'd react.

The reaction is delayed, as if you're not quite able to process why the book had been removed from your hands as he looked it over. Dante chuckled when you turned your head to glance at him, narrowing your eyes slightly.

"Give that back", you state calmly, as you always had.

"If you want this back, why don't you come and get it?", he smirks, pulling his grin to one side of his face.

You wished at times that he'd be a little more serious, a little less playful, but you supposed that it came with Dante's charm. He didn't direct his silly games at you too often, granted you didn't buy into them and weren't one to be goaded but... you were bored. It wouldn't hurt to indulge him.

Just this once.

Getting up from your seat on the couch, you reach to take the book you were reading back, but Dante pulls his hand out of reach. Your mouth twitches. Leaning over it now, you reach again, and Dante moves his arm back further. He chuckles, and you give him a rather pointed stare. When you walk around the furniture, to stand in front of him, you reach for it again but he holds it above your head.

"Dante"

"Yeees?", he asks innocently.

"Hand the book over now"

"And what will you do if I don't, hm?"

You step closer, close enough to smell him, to see every minute detail of his face. Dante could use a shave, you reckon. His stubble is starting to grow out again, and he has an earthy scent to him. You cannot deny that you have a handsome man as your boss, nor the thought that eagerly presses itself to the front of your mind. This is the part where you'd usually glare at him, annoyed with this and leave to go and busy yourself with something else.

It comes as a surprise to the legendary devil hunter when you don't step off. He didn't think he'd find your hands taking his shirt into fists and turning him around so suddenly. Dante didn't think he'd ever be pushed over his own couch with you leaning over him. He could easily shove you back or hand the book back, this position isn't really threatening him at all. He feels himself smile, but that's only because he's impressed.

You're stronger than you look, he'd give you that. Now that he's looking at you from this position, he sees that there's a special little glint in your own eyes. Same as his.

"I'll do this", he say, amusement tinging your monotonous voice.

You watch him laugh quietly, feeling the way something curls in your chest at the sound he makes in his throat. It's a pleasant sound, and though you probably shouldn't be thinking about it... you wonder what other sounds he could make. Dante reaches out to you with one hand, caressing your cheek with one hand as the other sets the book down. The heat of his hand makes your feel warm, and perhaps a little bold.

"It must be quite the read, but I will say, you're quite the catch", his legs cross over your waist.

"Yes well, you have my attention now", you raise your brow provocatively as he leans forward.

You lean forward some more, using your legs as anchors for the both of you so that you two don't slide down the couch and onto the floor. There's a pause, a moment where neither person makes a move or says a word until the gap is finished off by the mutual attraction you had for each other. His lips are soft against your own, pressing against yours and gentle. You thought he'd be more reckless, as he was out while he fought, but this was good too. Dante moves his hand to rest behind your head and to move through your hair as you feel his teeth nibble on your bottom lip.

When you allow him to slip his tongue along yours, he is attempting to get more ground, curling himself upwards to push himself up and against you. You smirk as your hands remain where they were before, on his chest. Holding him down, you return the kiss with a dormant desire, something that's been longing for this moment. He giggles, as you assert yourself, holding him place but letting go of his shirt. One hand has him 'pinned' while the other trails down his body.

Down the anterior of his torso, along his oblique and towards his hips. It's a slow, deliberate travel as you pant into his mouth for air. He didn't need to breathe, he could suffocate on you all day if he wanted. The sound of you taking your breath back as you breathed into him was exciting, and he wanted more. Dante squirmed under your hand, your fingers feeling ticklish along his clothes through his skin. You couldn't help but to savor every inch of his body, enjoying the touch of the half-devil.

He was gorgeous, a marvel in his own right. You stroked his thigh before returning to your kiss. His legs pulled you closer, if that were possible. You were angled perfectly against his ass, if the two of you weren't clothed right now, all you'd need to do was push. Dante could feel that, the certain hardness pressing up against the curve of his ass through your pants.

"I want you", he growled, his teeth brushing up against yours as he looked into your eyes.

"Be patient, I'm not fucking you over the couch... and not on it either"

"Aw", he feigned disappointment at your response, "How about my room then?"

"That works", you lean back with ease, and watch as he untangles his hand from your hair to offer both them out to you so that you could pull him up.

The son of Sparda releases his legs from your waist as he holds onto one of your hands and leads you up the stairs. His room is... what you expected it to be, in all honesty. It's a bit messy, but it's not a pig's sty. You're back to kissing once the door closes behind you. He falls onto the bed with a gentle push, and you're back to that familiar position you had him in, taking your shirt off and helping him out of his own to abandon somewhere on the floor. Your hand pulls the belt from around his waist in a swift, one-handed motion.

Dante's dick presses up against yours as you press down into him. The friction is pleasant but it won't soothe neither of you. He groans when you free him. He's quite sizeable, you hum as you look down between the two of you, taking your cocks in hand and stroking the both of you. You spit into your hand to provide some lube, he's only surprised that you didn't pull out a small bottle. Ever the stoic, ever prepared. He guesses you weren't anticipating this.

To be fair, he wasn't anticipating this either.

The pace is set to a medium, neither fast or slow, which is like you. He watches you while you work, watching as your brow furrows and your face reddens. The tip of your cock rubs against his underside, massaging his frenulum as you press into him there. You hear a gasp draw from the hunter that pleases your ears immensely, at which you speed up your hand. Dante leans up and takes your lips again, groaning into your throat as you kiss him back. His hands find themselves elsewhere this time, at either side of your shoulders as he crosses his arms around your neck.

He likes the closeness, the way you're working hard to satisfy the both of you, him more than yourself. Such a gentleman. He'd gathered that much from you. Eventually he tires of the kissing, and his stubble tickles the side of your jaw as he moves in to claim your neck. He can see the way your artery moves beneath your flesh, and he enjoys the way you tighten the pocket of your hand as he places his teeth right on that spot. A soft sigh escapes you, nearly shuddering as Dante smiles beside your throat.

"You like that?", he asks as he prods his tongue against you, sucking gently to tug at your nerves.

He takes your silence as a 'yes'.

In retaliation, you grind your palm over his cock head, grinding into him and only urging him to bite elsewhere next. Brat. It's still a game, to see who buckles or caves first. It's not going to be you, even if his mouth makes you want to teach him a lesson. With your free hand you tap his shoulder, which causes him to stop. Dante worries, just for a second until you're tugging his pants off to get access to his ass. His eyebrows raise as he gets the idea and turns around to present. He even wiggles it at you, a taunt.

"Hmph", you put a hand on it, caressing the curve appreciatively. Should you pray before you eat?

...

Nah.

You give Dante a quick smack before spreading him open, delighting in his puckered hole winking at you in greeting. Leaning down you put your tongue over the ring of muscles, pressing in as you enjoy your feast. The grip you have on either cheek is rough, in the case that he tries to run away from you. His scent is most prominent here, and the way he pushes back into your mouth excites you. You can hear the devil chuckle at the warmth while you tongue fuck him.

His toes curl slightly, and he closes his eyes to get nice and comfortable as you treat him nicely. You're as hard as ever, as you spit in his hole, using it as lube as you rise, smearing the fluid over your dick before you get ready to push into him. It wouldn't be enough, and maybe you should've prepped him just a little bit better, but alas- he did interrupt your reading. Why should you take it easy on ol' Dante?

He groans under you as he welcomes your dick in, walls tensing around the intruder as you let yourself come flush to the hilt. A growl escapes your own lips as you grip his hips, looking down at him as he turns to look over his shoulder. You draw back slowly before snapping forward, relishing in the sound of your skin against his as he gasps. You're dreadful as you go in and out, wanting to lean over him so that your bodies are closer together, but you were on a mission. You had to teach this brat a lesson about taking things from you.

With each thrust into the devil hunter, you're angling yourself to find the right angle, listening attentively to the man under you as you fuck him. At a strong clench around your cock, you smirk while holding his eyes.

"Jackpot"

"That's my li- ah-"

One hand remains at his sides while the other reaches around for his dribbling dick, pumping it in time with your thrusts. Your rhythm has him grunting, his eyes squinting as he feels the coil behind his naval tighten. You're both close, ready to spill, so you start jerking him faster. The sounds he makes is music to your ears. As you grind into him, his grunting turns into growls. Like an animal in heat, and that makes this hotter somehow.

You rut into him a few more times before you spill your load, deep within the son of Sparda. Looming over him at last, you sink your own teeth into his shoulder, sucking in a satisfied groan as your dick throbs in his ass. He spills too, white ropes being emptied beneath him as you keep stroking him. You wouldn't be satisfied until he was drained. Dante's legs spasm under yours as you kiss where you'd marked him, not that it'd stay with his healing factor.

He whines as you grind into him, pushing him through his orgasm until he's shaking. At last, you relent when he can't take it, and you pull yourself from that impeccable ass. You feel your cum dribble down his taint, onto your own cock as you lay over him for a moment. He's pressed into his own filth, and you're being coated in your own, but you're both content.

"That was... hah... wow", he smirks as you stare at him, "Didn't think you had it in ya"

"Maybe you'll be wiser to heed my warning next time", you reply, going to move to admire your efforts.

"Maybe... or maybe I'll just keep pushin' my luck"

You make a face before going to collect your things to hit the showers. Dante laughs from where he lays, but you certainly wouldn't mind repeating today's lesson. It crosses your mind briefly as you exit, and harasses you as you let the cascade wash over your hair and down your back.

#phonk scribes #nightlyscribes #dante sparda x reader #dante x reader #dmc x reader #dmc imagines #minors dni #dni minors #reader is amab #[ i think my pacing could be better... but i hope you guys like this one ]#[ i want to bite him ]

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