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slu7formen · 15 days

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So I got this from a book but a truth and dare game with Luke where she has to lick whip cream of him. You can do whatever you want with this prompt but like a smut could be nice.

MDNI. luke castellan x fem!reader

this single request itself made me wanna try it, love you <3

warnings: teasing, kissing, s3xual tension, food play, drinking, oral (f receiving), mutual m4sturbation, unprotected s3x, possessive!luke at times, biting, f1ngering, chocking, also this is SO LONG, I’M SORRY

reminder: english’s not my first language so I apologize for any spelling mistakes.

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The flickering firelight cast dancing shadows on the faces gathered around the hidden clearing. You all had managed to sneak away from the watchful eyes of Chiron and Mr. D for a game night in the woods. The air buzzed with the energy of a rebellion and contagious laughter – a night of games for the older campers, fueled by salty and sweet snacks and stolen alcohol —a sweet thank you to the Hermes’ cabin—. Laughter and playful groans punctuated the evening as truth or dare, with a twist, played out. Two decks sat in the center of the circle – red for dares, blue for truth.

Silena patiently waited as Clarisse read a red card out loud. "Whoever you find most handsome, kiss them" the card declared, "or take a shot." A playful smile spread across Silena´s lips, her gaze lingering for a beat too long on Charles Beckendorf. A blush crept up her neck as the others hooted and hollered.

"Come on, Silena" Connor Stoll, Hermes' resident prankster, prodded her with a playful jab. "Don't be shy, show us who the lucky guy is!"

With a playful toss of her hair, she leaned across the circle, her eyes meeting Beckendorf's for a fleeting moment before landing a quick, chaste kiss on his lips. Beckendorf, caught off guard, sputtered and stammered, his face mirroring Silena's blush. The clearing erupted in cheers and teasing whistles.

The teasing went back and forth, fueling the already lively atmosphere. Next, it was Beckendorf's turn. He scanned the circle, eyes falling on a tall and skinny guy sipping on the last drops of his beer.

“Travis” he called. “Truth or dare?”

Travis, ever the clown, leaned back on his elbows, a confident smirk plastered on his face. "Dare" he replied, popping the r out.

Beckendorf announced the dare after picking up a card: "Take off the socks from the person on your right with your teeth, or take two shots." A collective groan rose from the circle. Lee Fletcher happened to be Travis' unfortunate neighbor.

"Come on, Trav" Luke chimed in, a playful look in his eyes. "Those feet are all fresh and sweaty for ya'." The rest of the group roared with laughter, picturing the image of Travis attempting the sock removal with his teeth.

Travis, with a grimace that contorted his face, finally managed to grab Lee's sock with his teeth and yank it free. He held the sweaty trophy aloft, earning another round of cheers and jeers.

Meanwhile, Luke couldn't help but steal glances at you, sitting next to him. The firelight cast your features in a warm glow, highlighting the soft curve of your lips and the way your hair cascaded down your shoulders like a waterfall. The scent of your perfume, a mix of strawberries and something else he couldn't quite place, filled his senses, making his heart pound a little faster. He found himself captivated by your laugh, the way your lips curved into a smile as you spoke, or the way your brow furrowed in concentration when you contemplated a dare. Sitting next to you felt like being next to a goddess, both exhilarating and intimidating, just like the rest of your sisters; girls from cabin ten.

Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, Travis scanned the circle, his eyes stopping on you. You met his eyes, a playful sparkle in your own, as if daring him to choose you.

“yn, truth or dare?”

You took a swig of your beer, the cold liquid a welcome contrast to the warmth blooming in your cheeks under his scrutiny. "Dare" you replied, your voice laced with a hint of flirtatious defiance.

A surprised whistle escaped his lips. Clearly, he hadn't expected you to choose the more daring option, you´ve been picking truth all night. He reached for a card from the red deck, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. The silence grew thick as he scanned the card.

A barely audible chuckle escaped his lips as he read the card. "Alright, pretty girl" he began, drawing out the words for dramatic effect, " 'Lick whipped cream out of the person on your left's neck, or take a shot.'"

A collective gasp rippled through the group, followed by teasing comments towards Luke. "Castellan's lucky tonight!" Connor hollered, patting his back. "Looks like you owe cabin ten a thank you, man."

Luke felt his cheeks burning like rubies. He tried to appear confident, as he always was, a casual slouch to his posture, but the rapid thump of his heart betrayed his cool facade.

You just stared at him for a moment, a nervous yet malicious smirk on your lips. You enjoyed the sight of him suddenly all red and flustered, a stark contrast to his usual cool demeanor. He looked as cute as ever. "Well?" Katie asked, shrugging your shoulder playfully. "Whip cream or a shot?"

And how could you resist the dare? A chance for your lips to brush against the warm skin of Luke's neck in a gesture that was more intimate than any game dared to be? The thought sent a shiver down your spine, a delicious mix of excitement and nervousness. Licking the sweet whipped cream off him, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath beneath your lips... it was too tempting to pass up, and the possibilities were simply intoxicating.

Ignoring the teasing catcalls and whispers, you turned to Katie with a sly smile. "Where's the whipped cream?" you asked, knowing full well that Silena had brought a large bag of candy, a can of whipped cream nestled amongst the chocolate bars and sour gummies.

Your question erupted into another wave of cheers and whistles. Luke, meanwhile, felt like his insides were about to explode. He felt like a churning cauldron of emotions – nervousness, excitement, a burning desire dancing in his stomach.

Silena tossed the can to you. You caught it in the air, the coldness of the metal a stark contrast to the heat burning in your cheeks. You met Luke's gaze once more.

"Looks like you're about to get a little messy" you declared, getting on your knees now for a better access. With a sweet but weirdly evil smirk, you shook the can, the hiss of the pressurized cream a prelude to the sweet mess you were about to create.

As Luke held your gaze, a slow smile spread across his face. He knew this was a chance, one he couldn't afford to miss. "Alright" he sighed, chest heaving up and down in one hard and heavy movement, his voice rough with suppressed nervousness but laced with an undercoat of confidence. He tilted his head slightly to the left, offering you a better angle, his final invitation. "Do your thing."

The weight of his words, the vulnerability in his gesture, sent a jolt through you. Luke's neck, bathed in the warm glow of the fire, looked impossibly inviting, the smooth skin a stark contrast to the dark fabric of his shirt.

Taking a slight breath, you placed a few dollops of whipped cream on the side of his neck. The coldness sent a jolt through him, making him flinch and hiss lowly. A wave of whispers rippled through the group, a mixture of nervous anticipation and excited curiosity.

Luke caught a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye. You tossed your hair to the side, the movement exposing completely one of your shoulders. In that moment, under the watchful gaze of the fire and their friends, he felt himself going faintly insane with a mixture of desire and nervousness.

You leaned closer, the sweet scent of your perfume filling his senses. As you both closed your eyes at the same time, the air crackled with electricity. Your tongue, soft and warm, darted out with boldness. Pulling down on the collar of his shirt to avoid a mess, your other hand flew to the back of his neck, holding him gently in place.

The gentle rasp of your tongue against his skin sent shivers down his spine. It was a slow, deliberate movement, almost reverent, seductive, as you savored the sweetness of the whipped cream and the warmth of his skin beneath it.

Your actions were hot enough for his cock to start hardening against his cargo pants, painfully. But he has to thank the gods for luckily sitting in a position in which he was covering it.

He pressed his lips together, and apparently, that made his friends laugh. He could hear the soft gasps of your breath as you worked your way around the whipped cream blob, the sound echoing in his ears like a siren's song.

Luke felt like a live wire, every nerve ending tingling with awareness. He couldn't believe what was happening. The gentle touch of your lips made him feel as if a hundred ants walked down his spine, his heart thundering in his chest. He was trying so hard to hold back a moan.

He tried to imagine something else, literally anything, but whenever he tried, the only thing he could picture was you with him in his room, pouring whipped cream all over his neck and just licking, like a cat, as he tilted his head back and you bit down on his pulse, you whispered in his ear, you moaned loudly, you let him touch you.

He was a dead man.

Finally, with a satisfied sigh, you pulled away.

"There" you said, your voice barely a whisper. "All clean"

Luke opened his eyes, his gaze lingering on your lips, cherry lip-gloss long gone, as you finished licking off the last bit of your sweet treat. You met his gaze. Neither of you spoke.

A loud cough from Connor broke the spell. "Well, that was..." he began, searching for the right words, "intense."

“Yeah” Chris joined in, suddenly grabbing Clarisse’s hand and turning to her. “Can we do it?”

The moment was broken, the playful environment resuming its place. A wave of laughter washed over the group when the night took an unexpected turn. Soon, the whipped cream became a must along your friends.

Travis´ eyes landed on a weak Lee. The following minutes were filled with chaos and laughter as Travis chased Lee around the nearby trees, whipped cream can in hand, finally managing to catch him and plant a sloppy glob of cream on his neck. Lee's retaliatory attempt at tickling Travis only resulted in both of them collapsing in a heap of loud laughs.

The game continued, couples forming and reforming with each dare. Beckendorf and Connor, fueled by a rivalry, ended up smearing whipped cream on each other's faces, resulting in a food fight of sorts. Silena and Katie shared a non-stop giggly mess as they licked cream off each other's cheeks.

Even Clarisse, despite her initial resistance, found herself cornered by Chris.

By the time everyone´s face was sticky, exhaustion had settled in. As the fire crackled down to embers, casting long shadows across the clearing, everyone decided it was time to head back to their cabins.

The walk back was filled with drunken stumbling and whispered jokes. Silena and Clarisse, whose tolerance for alcohol was notoriously low, were stumbling back to their cabins, supported by their patient friends.

You walked behind them, a smile playing on your lips as you watched the scene unfold, bag of leftovers snacks swinging on your wrist.

Behind you, Luke admired your figure bathed in the soft moonlight filtering through the trees. Your hips, swaying with each step you took, were basically asking him to be grabbed, to be pulled. So did your hair, bouncing and shining on its on and he wondered what it would feel like to have it wrapped around his hand. His mind couldn't help but flash back to the way your tongue had felt, flat and warm, against his skin. It was a sensation that gave him goosebumps even now, a memory that made his brain feel like melted butter.

He also found no way of getting rid of his boner. His pants were a little baggy, and his friends were drunk, but still, he was just walking around camp, with a boner, and the girl that gave it to him was walking just five feet ahead.

His train of thought was abruptly derailed by a booming voice. "Alright, guys" Beckendorf announced, his voice thick with concern, "I think I'm going to take Silena back to my cabin" he turned his head behind him. “She seems a little too excited, actually” he says, as you all watch Silena´s figure almost falling to the ground as she reaches the Hephaestus cabin.

The others murmured agreement, offering sleepy goodbyes and pats on the back. You joined the chorus, your voice a gentle murmur.

Unlike many of the other campers, whose siblings populated Camp Half-Blood year-round, you were one of the few who stayed all year, along with Silena some months. With the winter season in full swing, your cabin stood empty, the silence broken only by the rustle of leaves and the occasional curious critter.

"You alright?" you heard beside you.

Luke, walking next to you now, seemed to pick up on your quiet contemplation. He cast you a sidelong glance, his face unreadable in the dim light.

You pulled a small smile from the corner of your lips. "Yeah, just-, realizing I have the whole cabin to myself tonight."

Your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs.

"Well, then" he began, his voice a low rumble, "Want me to walk you there so you don´t go alone?"

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as Luke's offer hung in the air.

"My cabin's not too far away, Luke" you teased, pointing towards a cluster of trees in the distance. A flash of pink peeked through the branches – the lace curtains that adorned the windows. "See? I can practically see it from here. You just really wanna spend more time with me, don't you?"

A faint blush crept up Luke's neck. He wasn't used to being so transparent, especially not around you. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.

"Then I guess" he stammered, a hint of amusement dancing in his voice. "that my company is not wanted?"

You couldn't help but laugh, a melodic sound that echoed through the stillness of the night and ringed inside Luke´s ears. Deep down, you knew that was the furthest thing from the truth. The dare had awakened something inside you, a flicker of something warm and exciting burning in your belly. Looking at Luke now, bathed in the cool moonlight, you saw him differently. The way his hair tousled in the gentle breeze, the way his dark eyes held a depth you hadn't noticed before – it all made your stomach twist and tighten.

You placed both hands on the back pockets of your jeans. “When did I say that?” you ask.

A slow smile spread across Luke's face, mirroring your own. He couldn't deny the truth in your words. This playful back and forth shattered a barrier, revealing a connection neither of you had anticipated. His gaze drifted down to your lips for a second.

You noticed. Just as you noticed his hardened dick hidden inside his pants.

As you continued walking, a comfortable silence settled between you, punctuated only by the soft crunch of leaves underfoot. The thought of him, his touch, his nearness, sent a hot wave through your stomach. It wasn't just about his good looks, though you couldn't deny his attractiveness. It was the unexpected intimacy, which was in fact, not so intimate due to your friends’ stares but, it left you with an empty feeling in your chest. It left you wanting more. More about Luke.

And then, it all just made sense.

As you reached the front door of your cabin, you turned around on your feet towards Luke. His eyes were wide and shiny in anticipation, waiting for you to speak. "So," you began, your voice dripping with feigned innocence, "since my company is apparently so delightful, how about you come inside for a bit?"

Luke blinked, surprised by your sudden offer. "Inside?" he echoed.

"You've never even been inside my cabin, have you? Don't you at least a little bit curious about what it looks like?"

You knew your question was a blatant and dirty lie. Luke likely knew the layout of every cabin at Camp Half-Blood, even though it is true that he only took small look from your cabin when the door was open, never fully stepping inside. But it was a way to gauge his interest. You knew how to play.

Luke shifted on his feet, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He wasn't sure if you were serious or just messing with him, but the invitation, whether genuine or not, was tempting. The thought of spending a little more time with you, alone, in the privacy of your cabin, made him think twice.

"Well," he began, his voice rough with well hidden desire, "if you want me to”

The sweet, cloying scent of perfume hit him first, a heady mix of flowers and vanilla that instantly relaxed his nerves. The walls were painted a soft, rosy pink, trimmed with crisp white molding. Pastel blue and green curtains adorned the windows, their gentle hues echoing in the twin beds adorned with pale blue sheets, a stark contrast to the brown bunks of his Hermes cabin.

Instead of the communal sleeping arrangements he was accustomed to, each camper here enjoyed the luxury of their own space. Twin beds stood side-by-side, separated by a blue dresser that boasted a large mirror and neatly organized drawers overflowing with what he could only assume were makeup and beauty products. In the corner, a chest with your name painted in a cheerful font held your personal belongings, and the space above your bed showcased an assortment of pin-ups – Hollywood starts and sultry singers plastered across the wall alongside a few candid photos of your friends, their faces beaming with laughter.

As Luke took in the scene, you walked further into the cabin, the plastic bag of leftover snacks crinkling in your hand. You tossed it onto the bed, rummaging through your chest for a change of clothes.

Suddenly, a small, gushing sound startled you. You looked up to find Luke standing directly in front of your bed, eyes sparkling like a little kid. In his hand, he held the can of leftover whipped cream, a playful white dollop clinging to his finger.

"Really?" you asked, a surprised laugh escaping your lips as you watched him contemplate licking it off. The audacity of the move, the playfulness in his eyes, made your insides twist.

"Don't judge me" he said. "I didn't get to lick it off someone's neck like everyone else did"

Your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs. His words were a playful accusation, but the way he looked at you, the way his gaze lingered on your lips for a beat too long again, it was more than just whipped cream he craved.

You stood up slowly, a smile playing on your lips. Walking towards him, you stopped just out of reach. "Because you didn't want to" you teased, your voice laced with a hint of playing.

Luke met your gaze, his smile fading into a more serious expression. "Honestly, no, I didn't" he admitted, looking down at you from his taller height. "In front of everyone, I mean."

You tilted your head, a knowing smile gracing your features. "Why not?" you pressed, your voice a gentle murmur.

"I was thinking," he began, you immediately catch up on his nervousness, "that maybe... maybe I could do it privately."

A slow smile spread across your face again. “Privately, huh?" you echoed, your voice a teasing murmur. “Who with?"

He scoffed. “Isn´t is obvious?”

A shiver danced down your spine at his words. You couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through you, the delicious anticipation that hung heavy in the air.

With a playful and exaggerated sigh, you sat on your bed, sinking down onto the soft mattress. You look up at him, resting both of your hands behind you, making yourself as comfortable as possible.

He stared down at you, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement. He took a second to sit down next to you, the close proximity making your heart beat just a little louder, and the tip of your fingers sweat. The scent of your perfume, a sweet and intoxicating mix, filled his senses.

"Can I?" he asked.

You simply nodded. “Sure” you say. Every fiber of your being was waiting for him to follow in your footsteps, to recreate the intimate touch of your earlier dare.

Bingo.

You were convinced he was going for the same part of your body that you did on his, but instead, you felt a surprising coolness against your skin as he gently pulled down the collar of your tank top, exposing the delicate curve of your collarbone and the top part of your breast.

A gasp escaped your lips as the coolness of the whipped cream hit your skin. Without missing a beat, Luke took the can of whipped cream and, mimicking your earlier action, swiped his tongue across the exposed skin.

The cold sensation of the whipped cream mingled with the warmth of his touch, sending a shiver down your spine. You closed your eyes, savoring the unexpected intimacy of the moment.

His movements were slow and deliberate, his tongue tracing a lazy path across your skin. It was a stark contrast to the playful swipe you'd given him earlier, a wet touch that made both of you, very clearly, what this whole thing was about.

A soft moan escaped your lips, barely audible but undeniably present. Luke's breath hitched at the sound, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp nip on your collarbone. Luke had bitten down slightly, the sensation sending a confusing feeling towards your chest.

"Gods, Luke, that's-" you gasped, the word dying on your lips as a wave of pleasure washed over you when his teeth grazed over it again. You didn't even care to finish your sentence, too lost in the whirlwind of emotions his touch ignited.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through you. He licked off the last bit of the sweet treat from your skin, mimicking the way you'd cleaned him earlier.

"There" he said, his voice thick with mockery. "All clean."

You stared at him, your eyes glazed over with a desire that mirrored his own. You felt like a wild animal, unleashed and untamed. Sweat beaded on your forehead, your breath coming in ragged gasps from your parted lips. Your collarbone glistened with saliva, a testament to the intimacy you'd just shared.

You couldn't take it anymore.

You smashed your lips against his in a hungry kiss. It was a kiss unlike any you'd ever experienced, raw and desperate, fueled by the tension that had been building between you all night.

Luke, caught off guard for a moment, quickly responded, his kiss turning passionate and possessive. He slipped one hand behind your back, pressing you closer, the other finding its way into your hair, tilting your head for a deeper kiss.

You tangled your fingers in the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards you as you fell onto the bed. He followed willingly, his body hovering over yours. That dare. That fucking dare. It had morphed into something far more intense, a stolen moment of passion that threatened to consume you both.

The taste of whipped cream was there, with the heat of his kiss, a bizarre yet strangely intoxicating combination. Your senses were on fire, your body yearning for more. You reached up, your fingers tracing the planes of his face, memorizing the feel of his strong jawline, the slight stubble that brushed against your skin.

As the kiss deepened, his hand found its way under your shirt, sending a fresh wave of shivers down your spine. You gasped, a mixture of surprise and delight at his touch.

Your response was immediate when he started to graze his fingertips down your spine. You arched your back into his touch, a wordless plea for more. When he reached to your lower back, he grabbed your hip and pulled you impossibly closer to his body.

You felt his boner pocking on your inner thigh. You wondered how many hours he just spent with his dick painfully hardened, because you don’t really remember how many hours have passed since you chose dare as an option.

Your hands were quick to start pulling Luke’s shirt over his head. He only stopped kissing you to fully remove it and toss it to the ground, lips slamming against yours once again. He held a tight and possessive grab at your jaw, he didn’t want to let go of you.

The tip of his fingers trailed down your neck, your collarbone, a slow path down your body and over the fabric until his finger hooked your jeans, using a single had to get rid of the button, and quickly making it disappear along with his shirt.

“Why are you wearing this?” his voice had gone lower, his throat dry. He looked perfect like this, lips glistening with your saliva, hair messy and a finger hooked on the side of your light pink laced thong.

You couldn’t help but roam your eyes down his torso. The many years of training gifted him with a toned and well-worked body. His veins popped out with ease, starting on his biceps and getting more and more noticeable on his hands, manly, big and rough hands. You bit down on your lip for a moment, fingers tracing down his abdomen, he hissed at your cold fingers against his heated skin.

“It’s just my underwear, Luke” you explain. “Don’t like it?”

Instead of answering, the hand that was holding onto your tiny peace of underwear started trailing up your torso, flat against your stomach and all the way up to your sternum. He felt the soft fabric of your bra and gave you a lopsided smile. “I’m just hoping that this is matching”

And he got rid of your tank top. And it was, in fact, a matching set.

Luke couldn’t help but think that maybe you planned it all. Your cute lacy matching set, the empty cabin, the game. His mind started to race, circuits inside his brain working like a machine.

He hovered over your body again, trailing kisses around your neck. You moaned at the first one since he immediately found your sweet spot on the right side of it, goosebumps all the way from your skull to the bottom of your spine. “Was this all-, some plan of yours?” he asked, rushed voice and breaths coming out in gasps as he started to suck on your neck.

You giggled. “No, it wasn’t. But I was hoping for it-, oh” you moaned, pulling on his hair when he released his suck on your skin with a bop, but you felt his fingers trail up your inner thigh, knuckles brushing against your heated core.

“How?” he asked, slow and painfully teasing movements against your panties, occasionally focusing too much on your clit, making you gasp a little louder as you gripped on his bicep.

“I might have read all the cards earlier” you begin. “And I might have asked Silena to get me some whip cream with your cabin. Just in case I got to-, to do it with you. That’s why I wanted you to sit next to me”

Luke chuckled lowly, beads from his necklace tickling the skin on the base of your neck. “So it was a plan”

“No” you shrug off, feeling his lips against your neck again, sucking greedily. “I just, I wanted it. But I wasn’t sure it was gonna happen. I didn’t know this was gonna happen either”

Luke enjoyed so much the way you couldn’t even speak without letting out a moan or two in every sentence. He felt the fabric of your underwater getting wetter by the second. He listened to you and replied with little “hm’s” as if it was a casual conversation; a conversation in which you had him in your bed, almost naked, as he left bruises down your neck and you had his fingers teasing your entrance, hips rolling against his touch.

“You’re evil” he says. But it’s not you who’s touching him so boldly. It’s not you who leaves him wanting more, it’s not you who teases. But him.

So you let your hand make its way to his cargo pants, slipping past them and his boxers, directly going for his cock. A strangled moan escaped his lips, followed by his chest heaving up and down, surprised by your sudden movement. It felt hot against your hand, hot and heavy and you knew, that it was the hardest Luke has even been.

Your cupped hid balls just for a moment before you started to slowly ascent, finally reaching for his tip. Your fingers wrapped around his length and your thumb started torturous circles around his sensitive head. He sucked in his stomach constantly as you touched him, momentarily forgetting about your pleasure, but you enjoyed this a lot more.

“You really don’t want me to be evil, Luke” you say. “I could be evil and just stand up and make you walk to your cabin, or not letting you fuck me. But I’m not, ‘cause I really wanna feel you inside me, Luke. I really want you”

He let out a long and shaky breath full of relief when you started to bob your hand up and down, and that encouraged him to pull your thong aside, fingers teasing at your entrance. Your own breath came shaky as well when a single finger entered you.

Luke shook his head. “You’re so fucking wet” he pants. He didn’t even touched you properly and you were soaking his finger, lips glistening in your own arousal and leaving a wet patch on your pink underwear. “I need to taste you, doll. Please”

Your chest shakes when you laugh. You think it’s so cute that even though he has a finger buried inside you, your hand wrapped around his cock as you pump him slowly, he still says please, he still asks.

“Do whatever you want to me, Luke. I’m yours tonight”

That’s all the needed to hear. You let go of your hot grip as he steadies himself on your bed. But his hand reaches for something beside him, next to his calve. He brings the whip cream out again. “Can I try something?” he asks.

And how could you say no to his face?

You hold your breath when he leaves little balls of whip cream down your abdomen. You figure it’s empty now, because Luke throws it carelessly to the ground, a soft thud against the carpet on the side of your bed.

He holds your waist steady when you squirm slightly, as if you were about to run away from him. He glances at you for a second, his eyes, dark and dominant, basically telling you to not move a single inch. The plain sight of him, looking at you like that, while his big hands are gripped on your sides, only made you wetter.

He lowers his head to the first blob, tongue agonizingly slow as he only takes the very tip. You whine, you want him to touch you more, you want him to kiss you everywhere, to lick you everywhere, but he only makes it seems like a torture when he stops his movements.

“The more you complain, the more time I’ll take” he said. You nodded to his words, closing your eyes as you tried your best to patiently wait for him to start again.

Soon, you felt his tongue against your skin. This was so much better than your cleavage, so much hotter. You felt his teeth teasing you, attempting to bite but then pulling again, licking the last bit of whip cream before moving down to the next blob. By the time he reached under your belly button, you let out little gasps as his hands massage your inner thighs, dangerously close to your cunt.

He’s not directly touching you, but you feel the arousal getting ticker, and how close Luke’s breath was now to you, so hot and dry. You felt like dripping, even though you weren’t, but you were surely more than ready for whatever it is that he wanted to do to you.

It feels like heaven to him when he finally gets to taste you. He pushed his own head deeper in between your thighs as he groans, as if what he’s getting is not enough. Your high pitched moans fill his ears when his tongue starts slow, little kitten licks over your clit, too soft to even consider them as licks, but it has you squirming and grinding your hips down onto his face, pulling at his curls and asking him for more.

Oh, your sweet pleas. Your moans. Luke feels like a mad man as he start to gently rut his hips against your mattress. And to this point, he’s completely gone in you, too drunk to even care about how loud you were being, how hard he was eating you out, how if someone even tried to walk past your cabin, they’ll hear.

But maybe this is just what he wanted too. He didn’t know how long has it been since he realized he wanted to fuck your brains out, but he always cared about everything too. Where could it be, in a place where no one could see you, how he’d have to cover your mouth to stop you from moaning and letting the others hear you, how he had to pull his dick out slowly and put it back in at the same speed because he knew that if he did it too hard, he’ll become a mess. But he didn’t give a fuck about those things now. He finally had you as he wanted you, why in the world would he care about all those stupid things now?

In fact, he encouraged you. “Don’t hide those pretty noises from me, baby” he panted. “Let me hear you”

He was drooling. He couldn’t help it. You tasted so deliciously sweet, and not because of the whip cream leftovers on his mouth. Yes, it did change things a bit but, he knew how to distinguish what was artificial and what was you. And he loved you. He loved how you couldn’t stop coating his lips with your juices, how your arousal mixed with his saliva and dripped down your ass and onto the sheets.

He never enjoyed a meal so much.

“Luke, wait” you say, pulling at his curls but he only leaned into you more, nose bumping against your clit as his tongue remains inside you. “Luke, I’m gonna cum, wait”

“Then cum” he lifted his head as fast as possible when he heard your words. “Do it, baby.” He noticed the way your thighs were shaking, soothing them down with the palm of his hands.

You shook your head. “No, no” you whine. “I wanna do it while you fuck me, Luke. Please? It’ll feel so good, please”

Luke was starstruck. Oh, how the tables have turned. And how he turned you around too.

You still laid in bed, faced down onto the mattress. Luke had placed a pillow under your hips, ass in the air as he placed himself over you, one knee on each side of your legs. The shaking on your legs had stopped, but Luke noticed how excited you were, how even though you were so fucked up, how a white and sticky mess covered your inner thighs and how your whole body was glistening with sweat, you still managed to crack a smile to yourself as you bit your thumb.

You were driving him crazy. He wasn’t sure he was ever going to be able to look at another’s girl’s face after you. You had him wrapped around your finger and you knew it, and you were just so mean about it, patiently waiting for him to fuck you as he pumps himself a few times, cock harder than it’ll ever be again and his tip leaking with precum.

He placed himself in your entrance, slowly rubbing it up and down your folds, and pushing himself into you at an agonizing pace. His tip was quickly covered in you, glistening with a mix of his saliva and your juices. He tried his best to not let any drop go to waste, getting absorbed by your sheets.

“You wanted my cock, didn’t you, doll?” he asks, pushing himself into you faster than you expected, a loud gasp scraping from your throat. “Then take it”

Your hands instantly reached for the sheets on your sides due to his fast pace, that took the air out of your lungs and started a racing heartbeat inside you, your knuckles quickly turning white as your nails digging into them, but Luke took them both, pushing your wrists together behind your back and holding them there. He used your hands to push himself deeper every time, rock harder, faster.

You were decent enough to muffle your moans in your sheets, but Luke could still hear them mixing with his owns; low grunts, loud gasps and hitched breaths. He had to close his eyes many times to prevent himself from cumming, because what a sight did he have under him.

Your cunt, shiny and coated with a white creamy consistent was sucking him in even when he pulled out. You were so greedy for him. Your walls tightened around him and wanted him to stay there, still, but the rocking of his hips and the gushing sounds of your pussy as he pounded into you was too good to let it pass.

He loved the sound. He loved how you were much wetter inside, making himself feel as if he was pounding into the tiniest and warmest hole ever, creaming his cock and not wanting for him to ever pull out and leave.

He suddenly lowered his body to yours, one hand letting go off his grip to pull your hair aside. “You say you’re mine tonight” he repeated your words in your ear. Your back arched unconsciously, ass slamming back into his cock. “Nah, baby. You’re mine forever”

He let go of your hands, only to place one hand on your throat, pulling you slightly back to him, his fingers squeezing on your sides. Your moans quickly became quite as you tried your best to breathe, but you loved it so much you didn’t even attempt to remove his hand from you.

“You’re all mine, yn” he panted. “Mine. This body,” he gripped on your waist with his free hand, “this pussy, those lips” a ghost of his thumb brushed your bottom lip, pulling down on it. “Mine. Mine. Mine”

He slammed his hips against you repeatedly. You didn’t know when exactly, but you came, and Luke felt it too when the consistent that ringed around the base of his cock became more and more noticeable. And it didn’t take him long to do the same.

He collapsed over your body as you finally gasped for air. You coughed slightly, tears forming on the corner of your eyes but quickly drying out.

“I’m sorry” he said, sliding off you and laying next to you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah-,” you laugh “Yeah, I’m-, wow”

That made him laugh. His arm wrapped around your waist as he placed a tender kiss on your cheek. His hands then started to run down your hair, all the way down to your lower back. You close your eyes at the feeling, only momentarily opening them to see something red in between your clothes, shining carelessly to the moonlight from your window.

You reach down to grab the empty can. “We should get another one of these” you say.

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pairing: batman aka bruce wayne x f!reader

summary: you move into wayne manor, but not everything is as it seems. pt.2

warnings: smut, some non-con/dub-con but not really, doggystyle!, creampies ♡, mentioned babytrapper!bruce but nothing happens (or does it 🫣?), some anal play but also not really, unprotected sex, descriptions of male and female genitalia, bruce is not the best father unfortunately, age gaps, uses of the word(s) 'baby' and 'daddy' like once or twice, non-consensual recording?, reader is described as dating girls in the past.

a/n: i guess this is a small continuation. i'll still be tagging as yandere due to some slightly darker undertones kinda. i'm not sure how i feel about this one but oh well :).

bruce never believed that he was a good man.

he could care less for all the praise he received throughout the years. fundraisers and charities, his image as a loving adoptive dad who took in struggling and orphaned children, or as batman. deep down, he knew he was selfish.

everything he did, he took too far. whether it was to fulfill a pipedream he realistically knew would never come true at the expense of others. or even with love, using the people he cared for the most just so he could gain something out of it. he considered himself lucky that all the little vigilantes he collected over the years stayed. and he was even happier you decided to stay as well.

bruce knew fear like the back of his hand. he could easily recognize it in your eyes whenever your eyes met his. whether it was subconscious or not, something in you knew that you should be cautious around him, and for good reason.

he couldn't quite pinpoint when his infatuation with you started. the only thing he knew was that it had crept up on him slowly, and it had been far too late until he realized its claws were sunk deep and he wanted you wrapped around his finger.

his mind would drift off sometimes, wondering if it's because of how closely he's been able to keep tabs on you over the past couple of years. you were strong and independent, more than able to take care of yourself, and others if given the opportunity. he admired that you were bold and selfless, driven. and he wanted to control that.

he stood by on the sidelines for far too long, watching you be strung along like an afterthought. he hated seeing your pathetic dates that always turned out horribly, pitiful men who only wanted one thing from you and girls that led you on because they were 'experimenting'. he hated the sad puppy look in your eyes whenever you hung around dick, before he invited you into his family, even if it was unintentional.

whether you believed it or not, bruce truly wanted what he thought was best for you. and if that meant keeping you under his surveillance, where you were at arms length 24/7, then so be it.

bruce wanted to train you how to be obedient for him. you were already establishing your own place in his household, practically marking your territory there, and he enjoyed every bit of it. for the most part, at least. there were still some challenges he needed to overcome, but you'd always been a good girl for him. that much he knew.

you tried to be grateful for him as much as possible.

even after his creepy behavior and even weirder training, you wanted to trust him. it felt wrong not to. everyone had been kind and did more for you than anyone else in your life had, and bruce set the foundation for all of it. you'd finally got a taste of being part of his family like you always wanted, and you weren't willing to let it go just because of eccentric assumptions and silly feelings.

you did find all of it a bit extreme, though. the excessive amount of gifts, the kids were attentive as ever, and alfred practically babied you. but it was normal. completely normal. at least that's what you chalked it up to, living under the roof of a well renowned billionaire, and you weren't about to complain about it either.

being around all the other wards put you at ease. regardless if you truly saw them as found family or not, you considered them your best friends. whether it was helping alfred around the manor as much as possible, burning pastries in the kitchen with the girls, playing video games with jason (which grew to be one of your favorite pastimes), you found yourself letting your guard down. like you could finally breathe and be safe in your own home, which was basically never while you were still surviving on your own back in gotham.

speaking of jason, you think maybe you are beginning to like the boy. sure, he had always been attractive, but you never actually got to interact with him longer than a short conversation here and there before dick decided to butt in. he had always been protective of you like that. you figured whatever you felt for jason might've been weird at first, but considering tim and stephanie dated for a little while, and they were still here, that it was okay.

you tried to subtly spend more time around jason. sitting close by during dinner or while catching a flick, offering to be by his side during patrol. maybe you were a bit more obvious than you would've liked, but jason took it well, much to bruce's disdain. the boy started to talk to you more often, more lively around you than ever, staring at you from across the room, making physical contact. and you greedily accepted it.

and of course dick would be the first to pester at you about it. he'd snuck up from behind, startling you when you were too engrossed in a romance book that you'd discovered while exploring the ginormous library.

"so you and jason are a thing now?"

the sound of his sudden voice makes your body jolt, damn near dropping the precious book you were reading that probably cost more than your entire life. the only people in this world that could make you flustered the way you are now are all living underneath the same goddamn roof, and you've successfully trapped yourself in it, willingly.

"what're you talking about?" the blank look on dick's face makes you cringe. in all your years of friendship, the two of you never really fought. the thought that he'd be mad about you being with jason was almost enough to make your heart sink. but the truth was, you weren't really actually with him anyway. things were just.. different.

all of his rigorous training with bruce had apparently worked off, because almost right on cue, dick notices how anxious you are right now. he shifts his body language to a more lighthearted demeanor, no longer as stiff. his voice is soft. "listen, i don't care, kind of, but.. just be careful." the way he says it almost makes you feel better, like he cares, and of course he does, but—

"what's that supposed to mean?"

your defensiveness is no surprise to dick. the look on his face let's you know he expects it, and you almost hate yourself for being so predictable.

"i don't want you to get hurt, that's all i'm saying." he tries to reassure, but it does nothing but the opposite. hurt you? you never expected much to come out of your tiny fondness for jason, and even if it did, you knew better than to think it'd be something that'll last forever. "I won't get hurt."

you say it like it's a sure thing. there's this unreadable look in dick's eyes. something that you don't think you've ever seen before, and it almost scares you. like he knows something you don't, but you can't tell what the hell it is. he curtly nods, forcing back that charming smile to his face, but you're no idiot, especially when it comes to him.

"i don't doubt it." and with that, he's gone.

☆☆☆☆☆

it's been a couple of days since your little talk with dick. well, more of a warning than anything, so that's what you take it as. you started being more mindful, not just around jason but everyone. more observant and aware of how you interacted with them. and after a while, you deduced that whatever dick was thinking is just part of his overprotective nature, both as a brother and as a friend. that he'd grow accustomed to you and jason just like everyone else was.

that was up until you noticed your possessions were starting to go missing. it started with just panties, then a bra or two, eventually your sweaters or jewelry. at first, you thought you were going crazy, just misplacing and losing things, but it was happening way too often. bruce spoiled you enough so that everything was replaceable, but still. was dick right?

was jason some sort of pervert or stalker?

well, you think all of them had the stalking part down, getting it from bruce, but you aren't completely oblivious to the fact that jason harbored reciprocated feelings for you. but to go as far as stealing your stuff? even dirty panties? there's no way. it couldn't be. if it was true, you were daring enough to confront him about it. you'd just have to wait for the right time to do it, but that proved more than difficult. there seemed to never be a perfect moment.

bruce had been more rough than before during sparring. and honestly, you didn't mind. at first, it scared you. but with the emotional turmoil you were suddenly experiencing, you almost liked it. those damn hands in your hair, a tight headlock cause his bicep was wrapped around your neck, a muscular thigh between your legs. it felt better than you would ever admit, and you found yourself almost looking forward to it. it was just because you needed some stress relief, right?

bruce intimidated you more than anyone you've ever met, but that didn't stop you from checking him out occasionally. the older man was more than attractive, and no one could deny that, not even you, regardless if you thought he was a bit peculiar.

if you hadn't been so enamored in your thoughts, trying to convince yourself that you weren't just another perv, maybe you would've felt bruce's growing hard-on accidentally poke your ass. or that he's held you in this same position for too long, admiring how you looked bent over for him like this and wanting nothing more but to make you take him right then and there. but he was upset with you.

you were getting too close to jason. on a fatherly note, he knows he should be happy. jason always had trouble around others, and he was probably just another reason for you to stay. but a larger part of him wanted to spank your ass over his knee, gag your tiny mouth on his cock in front of everyone so they knew who you belonged to.

he has to be more careful. he'd barely gotten ahold of you, and if he pushed too much, he'd run the risk of you trying to escape. but he couldn't bear to just stand by and watch while you and jason tried to pursue a relationship. no.. that couldn't happen. jason would have a knife at his throat if he caught bruce just now, that he'd hate him even more if he found out that the girl he was crushing on was being lusted on by his father figure.

but bruce could live with that.

that's why he doesn't say anything when he gently bounces the leg that's slotted between your thighs, your clit grazing against him through the thin fabric of your workout shorts. he only gauges your reaction to it, waiting, expecting you to fight back but you don't. the movement was soft enough for you not to notice it at first, but when the rubbing gets repetitive and you finally realize just how long you've been in such a comprising position for him, a flood of both excitement and anxiety goes straight to your core.

it almost feels like a betrayal to jason, even if you owed him nothing. you couldn't even remember the last time you hooked up with somebody, and it was actually good. you'd been stuck with making yourself cum, and that got old very quickly. on one hand, doing this with bruce could potentially ruin your relationship with his other wards if you were caught, and on the other hand, you were horny enough to not be thinking straight. even if bruce was a weird fuck that you didn't trust fully.

you manage to let out strained whimpers, hoping to appeal to bruce so he'd let you go. the arch of your back had become strenuous, but even then, you found yourself yearning for more. if this is what he wanted, you couldn't bring yourself to stop him. your hips move on their own accord, rutting and pressing the plush lips of your cunt along the thick muscle, face contorting slightly in pleasure whenever your sensitive bud received the attention it craved so much.

he allowed you to hump his leg like an animal in heat, his hips jutting out forward and now fully pressing a heavy cock against your ass, the clothed tip resting by the lower half of your back. whether you fully wanted this or not, it didn't really matter to bruce. the arm that was wrapped around your neck moves down, then squeezing a handful of one of your tits, appreciating its weight and how squishy it was in his grasp.

the differences in sizes made your body appear tinier than it really was, and bruce thought that was cute too. his other free hand wrapping around your body so he could feel both of your pillowy breasts in his hands, his groping making you squirm. even if you encouraged this more than you probably should've, you wonder if this is moving way too fast. he's your best friends dad for christ sake. jason's dad. (as much as he liked to deny it). and you were already living in his mansion.

all while these thoughts swirl through your head, bruce is slipping his hands beneath your shirt and moving the cups of your bra out the way, twisting and pinching at your pert nipples. his teeth find your neck, biting, a tongue licking the sensitive skin. you felt helpless to how quick and overwhelming all of it is. it doesn't take long for it to feel like his presence and touch is suffocating you, and bruce is even more greedy than you are.

"can i touch you baby?" the grufness of his voice sends chills down your spine.

you don't know why he even asks. you stupidly nod your head in agreement, even though rough pads of his fingers are already eagerly shoving themselves into your shorts and cupping your tiny pussy through cotton panties. he hums in content, noting the warmth of it and the gentle rhythmic pulses. your heart races, resisting the urge to hump his hand just like you were on his thigh.

much to your disappointment, he slips his hand out of your shorts, whining at the loss of contact. that is up until your bottoms are being pushed down your legs, and suddenly, you're conscious of how anyone could walk in on the two of you. and you still can't bring yourself to protest.

bruce bends you over once more, your face down and ass up for him. his cock aches in its confines, throbbing and begging to be released, but he holds it off. he stares at your exposed cunt, making you feel subconscious for a bit. your lips are soft and glistening, tiny clit shyly hiding beneath the hood. his thumbs spread your cheeks a bit, your slick holes on display for him.

your arousal drips down, dripping a bit onto the sparring mat in the process. your openings wink at him a bit with small flutters, and bruce leans down slightly, using his own spit to lube up your asshole and rim it with his thumb, even if he wasn't going to use it yet.

your body jolts, yelping a bit in surprise. no one had ever touched you there, and you certainly weren't expecting it just now. your hands move to try and cover yourself. "wait— i've never—"

bruce interrupts you with low shushes, kneading the soft flesh of your asscheek in his hand. he decides to feel your clit instead, his thumb working its way down your slit and easily finding the tiny nub. the constant and steady movement ties a knot in your tummy, instinctively pushing your cunt against his hand, soft moans emitting from you. fuck, he was good at this.

you were no stranger to playboy bruce wayne. ever since you've met him, he always had a litter of lovers that followed him around like lost pets, people that he'd never commit to always at his beck and call. you think you might understand why, now. he was a provider, strong, handsome. and even though you hadn't felt his cock inside you yet, you feared you might not ever want another one again after this.

your pussy fluttered desperately, needing something inside you, an impending orgasm building up but frustration was still there. one of his long, thick fingers offers you grace, gently pushing into your cunt. it was almost comical how easily he got you to gush and make a mess of his hand, the digit rubbing and pushing at that sensitive and spongey spot deep inside of you.

"fuck!— bruce—" you cried out, back arching even further, hair sticking against your forehead due to your sweaty state. you pant quickly, trying to regain composure, but your heart only beats more wildly, like a tiny prey animal, the sound of bruce's clothes being removed filling your ears.

you twist your body and head a bit so you could look at him, the sight making your mouth fall open slightly, practically drooling while you oggled him. regardless of his age, the man before you was built like a damn sculpture. hand-crafted to perfection. he was still toned in all the right places after all these years, even if his body had grown softer during his time as a father. coarse hair that led down to a fat cock that was standing up at full attention.

you whimper a bit, unsure if you were really prepared for this. you assume that whatever this is will have an unspoken agreement to be kept secret, at least you hope so. bruce was sometimes unpredictable, but if dick or even jason found out, you'd imagine you and bruce would be killed.

"don't worry baby," bruce grunts softly, as if he knows exactly what you're thinking. the head of his cock teases your entrance, before moving his hips in a mimick motion of thrusting into you, fucking himself in between your thighs and cunt. the tip of his cock smears pre-cum along your stomach, a thick vein protruding from the shaft, and you worry your guts are about to be rearranged, not knowing if you'll be able to walk without a limp tomorrow.

you haven't been able to catch a good look at his cock yet, but you're sure he's gonna have the biggest dick you've ever had. it's proven to you quickly, the air being knocked out of your lungs when he fully sheaths himself inside, bottoming out without warning.

bruce grins above you, his hand resting on your lower back, just above your butt so he could watch the delicious jiggle of your ass bouncing on his cock. he keeps a slow pace at first. judging by your reaction, he knows the stretch hurts you a bit. your baby pussy was so taut around the meaty length, lips struggling to open up for him, even after playing with it.

soft ah ah ahs spill from you, body quivering ever so slightly. it would've been unnoticeable to anyone who wasn't watching you as closely as bruce was. you wanted to take it. you wanted to be good for him. you didn't want to disappoint him. you needed to take his cock like a big girl, even if you didn't fully understand why you wished to please him so much. maybe it's just cause you were sick of feeling like a child in front of him. like you had something to prove even if it wasn't needed. he'd adore you either way, but you didn't know it yet.

bruce was surprised you even succumbed to him as easily as you did, an adorable determination in your eyes, he presumes for a number of reasons. you were deprived just as much as him, which sometimes led to some questionable decisions. which meant he also knew you'd regret this later. but those were problems for another time.

one of his hands finds your wrists, keeping your arms pinned behind your back. bruce imagines the dainty fingers struggling to wrap around his thick girth, how pretty you would look with a cock fucking down your throat. he had fantasized about this happening for too long.

he fucks you with consistent movements, cherishing this moment in case he wouldn't be able to get it back. you were a kind girl. he knew all about the conflicted feelings that were settled deep in your heart because he felt them too. the teary look in your eyes, not knowing if you wanted him to stop or fuck you even harder, but he'd do the latter. with or without your permission.

bruce snaps his hips with more ferocity, keeping his focus on the recoil of your ass, his cock getting getting increasingly wet with creamy white slick, a ring of cum forming at the base of his length. you shudder a bit, his heavy balls slapping against your clit, and you shift your hips to fuck him back, needily chasing your own orgasm.

"that's it— use that little pussy on daddy," bruce hisses through his teeth, his nails digging into your supple flesh, all the filthy sounds that you and that sweet pussy made had his cock pulsing.

you could barely register a word he said, completely forgetting about anything other than the persistent pounding your weeping cunt was receiving. tears prickle your eyes, spit spilling out of your mouth. you looked a damn mess, barely coherent other than the small chanting of 'daddy' just like a prayer, mindlessly accepting the title.

this was something that bruce could get used to. everything about you was just so damn perfect. he shamelessly hoped that you were ovulating, wishing to fill your womb with his seed and make your belly full and round with his child, then you'd have no reason to leave. even if you tried, he wouldn't allow it.

your toes flex and curl, legs trembling from a wave of ecstasy. your poor cunt spasms uncontrollably around his cock, a strangled but sweet moan forced out of you while you rode out your climax. bruce stuffed you full, plugging himself deep inside of you. he stayed there for a moment before fucking you with slower but unmerciful strokes, skin slapping against you with a force that made your breasts bounce harshly.

your pussy squelches, juices leaking all over him. you struggle to crawl away from him cause of the overstimulation, aching and already sore due to the ceaseless strech. but he only pulls you back, growling at your disobedience, swatting your ass with a calloused hand. bruce cums with a raspy groan, a bruising grip on your hips, the sticky substance painting your velvety walls.

the mat below you is drenched in a mixture of yours and bruce's fluids, sure to leave a stain unless poor alfred was stuck cleaning your mess, and you had a feeling bruce wouldn't do it. you'd be willing to clean it yourself to save the embarrassment, but your weak limbs had other plans.

you think he's finished with you until you're hoisted up, forcibly turned around so bruce could see the rest of your naked body. he wastes no time to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around the stiff peak. he wasn't going to allow you to leave here without leaving his mark on you, claiming you by filling up and covering your chest with his lovebites.

he could care less if anyone had seen how effortlessly he managed to corrupt you. all it took was to turn you into his perfect little cocksleeve. it'd be damn near impossible to avoid him after this. even if he wasn't around, the memory would be forever ingrained into your mind, and you wouldn't be able to look at dick or jason or any of the other wards without the reminder that you fucked their father.

you gently try to push at bruce's broad shoulders, the effort not doing much other than making him bite down on your tit, then moving along to the other. you guess the post-nut clarity had hit you, and a tinge of guilt welled up in your chest.

your brows furrow a bit in a feeling of discomfort when bruce glides two fingers through your folds, then gently massaging the swollen button above them. but your heartbeat picks up again, cunt clearly working with a mind of its own.

strained whimpers spill like honey from your lips, now finally shaking your head and attempting to push yourself away in defense when it's what you should've been doing since the beginning. bruce let's you break away from him though, his lips pulling off of you with a pop.

stern eyes meet your lustful but ashamed gaze, a state of displeasure evident on bruce's face. it's something that worries you, unsure of what that might entail. you don't want to make him angry, and you also don't think you're ready to leave the manor just yet, but you also don't know if you can act indifferent around bruce and the others.

maybe if he wasn't around as often, things would be easier, and you'd be able to pretend like this wasn't a mistake. your throat bobs, swallowing your anxiousness, wanting to reevaluate yourself, preferably alone.

you kneel there and wait, half expecting bruce to just fix himself up and leave without much regard for you, because you assumed that's the type of man he would be after fucking someone, but he doesn't. instead, he let's out a small disgruntled noise, collecting your panties and shorts that he had pulled off of you earlier.

his cum is still seeping out of you, a thick load slow to ooze out of you when bruce had emptied his balls inside your abused pussy. he doesn't ask if you want help or if you wanted to be cleaned up, simply raising the fabric up your legs and thighs till the most precious parts of you were covered again. the cotton becomes damp, your wet core coating them with the evidence of yours and bruce's sex.

he shortly cups the tiny cunt in his large hand, gently swiping his thumb over your mound. a small sigh leaves his lips, almost as if he was sad to be leaving the warmth and tightness of it so soon. you're not sure if you're comfortable with how easily he assumed he should have access to your body, but you guess it's also partly your fault, so you allow it for now.

his lips find yours, surprisingly gentle and loving, a stark contrast to how hard he was pistoning his dick inside your belly. but it's pleasant, so you welcome that also. bruce's tongue is smooth and soft, gliding along yours for a moment before he breaks away, a hazy look in his eyes. something you don't think you've ever seen there before, and you swear he's so dreamy to look at.

it's when you remember he's still undressed, eyes shifting below between your bodies and honing in on the massive cock that bruce endowed. even if it was gradually getting softer, he was still semi-hard, his blood pumping to that area just in case he needed to go another round. he'd be more than willing to stuff that tiny hole for you again, and he wished you'd ask him to, but you don't.

but maybe you will someday.

he let's you stare at his cock unabashedly, his breathing heavy and shaky. he slowly moved his hand, gently jerking the long length since you were gawking at him. you let out a cute squeak, suddenly remembering you were about to leave.

bruce doesn't seem to care that it's getting late, or that the rest of the family would be heading down to the cave sooner or later, his focus purely on what was in front of him. but he can see the look of worry written all over you, and it deters him. he stands up to his full height, your eyes widening slightly, his cock dangled in front of you shamelessly, and a small smirk forms on his face.

he has to refrain from grabbing your hair and prodding his dick between those pretty lips of yours. he moves to tug his joggers back on, his cock slapping a bit against his thigh from the movement. you never break eye contact, and neither does he, your thoughts plagued by bewilderment and amorosity.

you stumble over yourself while picking yourself up off the ground, barely reaching bruce's shoulders. you have to tilt your head up just to look at him without straining your eyes, uncertain of what to say or how your relationship with him will be like after this. it's distressing for you, but you're even more concerned with how you're gonna be able to look dick or jason in the eyes again afterwards.

you push away your apprehensiveness, chewing on your bottom lip so you can find the right words. "this— this never happened," you stutter out, your voice coming out more frail than you intended.

bruces lips curl a bit in dismay, his jaw clenching. out of everything he wanted to hear you say, that was certainly not at the top of his list. his hands ball into a fist, his nerves tensing up. he would never think about hurting you. not physically, at least. but you didn't know that. bruce scoffs lightly, almost amused that you actually thought he'd let you off that easily.

you scramble a bit, trying to get your point out before he can get a word in. "if anyone found out–"

"who i fuck is my business only," he cuts you off, already knowing what you'll say next. it's something he's thought over plenty times already. dick had been suprisingly compliant with bruce thus far, so he wasn't an issue according to bruce, and it was easy to get to him anyway. but he didn't foresee his other sons feelings coming into play, or yours. "and you're not an innocent little girl either, so don't act like one."

shit. you were practically digging yourself into a deeper and deeper hole since you moved here. you stare up at him with pleading eyes, and he can't help but soften up a bit. if you were more smart, none of this would've ever happened. how the hell are you gonna be pining after jason now? and bruce.. he seemed less than pleased at the moment. and your gut told you that he wouldn't be letting this go anytime soon.

but he was at heart, a family man. everything he did was out of love, and a desire to protect others so they didn't have to experience the pain he felt when he lost the people most important to him. at least that's what you liked to believe. after jason's passing, they worked so hard to rebuild their relationship, and the trust between them had slowly begun to resemble what it used to be, even if there were some slight changes.

there was no way in your mind that bruce would destroy all of that just for you. you were just some girl, who occasionally hung around his son, but that didn't mean you held as much value in his life than his adopted children. he wouldn't go as far as breaking down his own home, again, just for you, would he?

"if this ever happened," you gesture between the two of you, shaking your head, already gathering how he must've felt about this based off his demeanor. you were no master detective like he was, but being able to easily read body language, sensing people's energies, and intuition, you were good at. "it would ruin everything."

"we're not going to argue about this." he rebutted, taking on a more stern tone, his voice raising above yours. like he was already making the decision for the both of you, and you weren't having that. you want to say more till the sound of footsteps catch your attention, a familiar voice resonating from the stairwell.

"master bruce, is everything alright?" you silently thank whatever higher power that it's alfred instead of someone else. alfred has had his fair share of catching bruce in.. less than favorable circumstances. but the look of surprise on his face isn't something you can miss, even if it's only there for a split second. you'd been caught.

alfred's eyes wander down to the floor below you that's still wet with juices, registering what it was quickly. his eyes meet yours for a moment, smiling at you weakly, then taking a step back from you and bruce. "sorry for the interruption, sir." the older man says formally, turning on his heel to leave, but you do the same before he can.

"actually, i was just leaving." you glance at bruce whose eyes haven't left yours since even before alfred entered the cave. and then you were back to feeling small and helpless around him, back to square one. you sigh and roll your eyes at his poker-face, trying to rush out the cave to escape the awkward interaction.

alfred's eyes follow you with worry, only turning to bruce with a vexed expression once you're gone, shaking his head in disappointment. bruce stared at him blankly, already knowing he was about to get a scolding. "i'm a grown man—"

"precisely." alfred cuts him off, sass in his voice. "she's over a decade younger than you, your sons friend. you have no right to take advantage of her." he argued, pointing a finger in bruce's face.

"she can make her own decisions." bruce seethes, unwilling to hear him out. he hates himself for knowing deep down the butler was right, but he didn't force you to do anything. not really. he knew this wouldn't be without repercussions, but alfred wouldn't say anything either to avoid suspicion.

everything would blow up in bruce's face, and maybe he'd take some accountability for once in his life, but alfred highly doubted that would happen anytime soon.

bruce faced away from him, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip. he hated how easily you turned this around on him, turning into a little cock-drunk slut while having sex and then turning around to be angry at him, but it was something he'd seen coming. bruce huffs out a heavy breath, ignoring alfred's smoldering expression. "just get out, i'll clean this up."

"and what of the girl?" alfred asks, side-eyeing the man he raised. he cared more for your safety and how you felt rather than getting on bruce's nerves. "that isn't your concern. i'll take care of it."

alfred was less than enthusiastic about what that could possibly mean, or what any of this would result in. his heart ached for you and jason, even occasionally eavesdropping on the time you spent together, and the friendship had blossomed. maybe it could have turned into something more, but he isn't so sure now.

he turns back into his more reserved and neutral state, giving bruce one last judgmental stare before leaving him to tend to him thoughts. there was no point in trying to reason with him, so he wouldn't waste the energy. he'd only watch you like a hawk now. and bruce included.

with alfred away now, bruce makes quick work of his computer. he searches for the camera he placed in your room upon your arrival to the manor. there's a weird feeling in his chest that he can't quite explain, unsure of what it even was, seeing you curled up in bed, staring off into space. this was one of the rare times he wished he was meta, just so he could read your mind, pick your brain, even if just for a little bit.

you didn't seem sad or angry. just more confused by what he could tell. your eyes shifting like you were thinking up all the possibilities and outcomes of this, and he hated to see it wrack your head. he wished he could say something, or hold you, anything that would give you comfort, but it'd probably just have the opposite of his desired effect.

he had hoped to dwell on the fact that he finally got to penetrate that pretty little cunt of yours more without having to stress over issues that were nonexistent for now, but that wouldn't be the case. there was always something there to bite him in the ass and humble him if need be.

now he could only dream that whatever emotions you possessed for jason would alleviate. that he was an option you didn't know you had up until today. he hoped that he could make you his. and he would. just one day at a time.

he makes sure to save the footage that the security cameras all over the cave had captured, for later usage. he didn't think he'd get an experience like that again anytime soon, that he had just gotten lucky this one time.

but you were almost too eager to fuck him back. bruce wondered if maybe he had more of a chance than he thought, but he didn't know the extent of the loyalty you held for jason or him. or if you would want to avoid the situation completely and decide to leave the mansion. he was never a religious man, but if there was anything for him to pray for, it was you.

he didn't know what was worse. his eyes narrow, analyzing you for a quick moment before shutting off the computer, his head almost beginning to hurt due to the frustration.

just one day at a time.

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in a world of boys, he's a gentleman || Park Chan-Young x f!Reader

summary: Yeong-Su breaks a window at the stadium, and Chan-Young takes the blame for it, resulting in severe consequences. Fortunately, you're here to pick up the pieces afterwards.

word count: 3.1k

warnings & tags: spoilers for season 2 of sweet home, violence, injuries, soldiers being assholes, coarse language, making out, the pronoun "she" is used in reference to the reader

A/N: couldn't find gifs for chan-young so I made this one, but I'm by no means a gif maker, so, yeah. Also, I don't know anything about baseball, so please pretend this makes sense if you know better. I'm not sure which team Chan-Young was supposed to be on, so I picked the Doosan Bears because Sweet Home takes place in Seoul. Finally, it's my first time writing for him, so I hope you'll enjoy my take on this character!

It’s another day at the stadium, which means it’s another day of boredom.

Oh, there are things to do around here, sure. If you don’t mind being ordered around by soldiers who stand behind you with a scowl on their face and remind you that the only reason you’re even there is because of their good will, you’ll find a job to do. Cleaning a corner of the stadium, probably, in hopes that someone will be able to live there — as if there were enough mattresses — or doing the inventory, again, while looking the other way when rations mysteriously go missing and everyone knows who’s doing the taking.

Thing is, you’ve never been one to grovel. In fact, back in the Before days, you were the one giving the orders. Youngest assistant coach for the Doosan bears, the Seoul baseball team, you were in line to become the youngest coach in the history of the country. And, yeah, you weren’t completely in charge, but you were trusted. You had responsibilities. People knew to take you seriously.

You’ve had ideas for how to run this place more efficiently, to avoid making the civilians feel like they’re second-rate citizens, but it’s been made clear to you that you weren’t welcome to make suggestions. So you haven’t bothered, lately, but you also won’t play in that stupid game, where people get to change the rules without telling you.

It means that you do a lot of aimless walking around in the stadium. Chief Ji implicitly lets you roam around, a testament to the fact that you knew each other well back in the days, when you used to bring her coffee before big games, but you mostly try to make yourself useful in the way soldiers haven’t bothered accounting for.

A lot of that means keeping an eye on kids that are left to themselves otherwise. Their parents are busy, and it’s not like there’s much to do for them, here, so you try to keep them entertained. Unfortunately, you’re no teacher, meaning that it’s a lot of physical activities, wherever you find enough place. Other days, people who are teachers take over for you. That is the case today, meaning you’d have the day ‘off’, if it weren’t for Yeong-Su not showing up for class.

You don’t personally think he should have to attend class. You know how mean the other kids can be to him, and though the teachers don’t do much in the name of keeping the peace, you don’t let that fly when you’re in charge. Which is probably why the kid never misses your classes, a small pride that you keep well tucked in your heart.

Still, the teachers insist that you make sure he’s okay, so you agree to go try and find him. He knows the stadium well, meaning it will be no easy task.

You end up finding him throwing a ball against a wall. It looks like he’s practicing his aim, you think when you notice that he’s drawn a square on it. You’re about to approach him, maybe give him a few pointers, when a particularly hard throw has the ball bouncing too high and it crashes through a window, finishing outside of the stadium.

You freeze. Monsters don’t approach the stadium much — it’s been months since there’s been a case of that happening.

But the mere thought of there being something open here still has your heart pounding with fear. It’s only a few seconds before you compose yourself, but that’s long enough for someone to come running. You rush towards Yeong-Su, prepared to fiercely defend him if you need to.

It’s Chan-Young, and you relax, even if your heart is now pounding for a whole other reason.

“What happened here?” he asks.

He may have been running with his whole equipment, but he shows no sign of being out of breath.

“I’m sorry,” Yeong-Su mumbles. He’s hard to handle, especially these days, but he clearly respects Chan-Young a lot. “I didn’t mean to— I was just practicing and—"

Oh gosh, you realize, kid was practicing pitching, and it’s not lost on you that that’s the position Chan-Young mainly played as.

“…and now I’ve lost my ball,” Yeong-Su sniffs.

He’s trying to hold back tears, and it tears a little piece of your heart away. You know that Yeong-Su had found a ball autographed by Chan-Young, know that it’s one of his most prized possessions. It’s no surprise that Yeong-Su can’t stand the thought of losing anything more than what he already has.

Chan-Young glances at you, still standing a few steps behind Yeong-Su.

“He didn’t mean to,” you say. “I’ll help you fix the window.” Eun-Yu probably won’t mind giving you a hand, too.

Chan-Young nods, and you watch as he puts a knee to the floor, so he’s at eye-level with Yeong-Su. If he was any other soldier, you’d be more cautious, but you know him. Worked with him, when he was on your team, lost him when he enlisted, and now you’re in this strange limbo, where he doesn’t seem to know how to interact with you, even though there is this obvious familiarity between the two of you, every time you do speak.

“You need to be more careful,” he tells Yeong-Su, putting on his Serious voice. “If a monster heard that and came in, it could be very dangerous for everyone. And if you’re in front of the window when it happens, it would attack you first. So don’t let that happen again, okay?”

Then he gives Yeong-Su a small, comforting smile.

“If you want to practice again, come ask me next time, okay?” He glances up at you, and there’s such softness in his eyes when he does. “Or ask the coach. She knows her stuff.”

You’d never become coach, not officially, but his use of the word makes your heart swell.

“Okay,” Yeong-Su mumbles, staring down at his feet.

For a moment, it looks like everything will resolve itself just like that, and you’re already putting a hand on Yeong-Su’s shoulders to pull him away with you, when you hear the familiar stomping of military boots coming towards you.

Chan-Young’s expression changes immediately.

“Go,” he orders.

“But…”

He spins around to grab your shoulders, lowering himself to look straight into your eyes.

“Go,” he repeats. “Please.”

There’s such urgency in his voice that you can’t deny him, even if you’re not sure what is going on exactly. You grab Yeong-Su’s hand and pull him with you until you’re both behind a corner, just in time. You keep an eye on the scene, confused. The soldiers behave like assholes, you know that, but surely—

“What happened here?” the Sergeant bellows in Chan-Young’s face. “You’re lucky it was us, who were standing outside the window, and not something else! You better have an explanation, soldier.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Chan-Young says, shoulders straight, from what you can see. “I was just practicing and—”

Before you can wonder why he’d lie, the punch catches him in the stomach, and he doubles over in pain. You catch yourself before you can gasp out loud, and instinctively cover Yeong-Su’s mouth, which is probably a smart move, because he starts thrashing to run towards Chan-Young. You don’t blame him, but you also absolutely cannot let him do that, not right now.

“Yeong-Su,” you whisper, mimicking Chan-Young’s attitude with you just a minute ago. “You need to go back to Ms. Cha. Okay?”

“But they’re…”

You wince, because they’re still berating Chan-Young, and one of them has just given him a hard kick to the ribs. All the more reason for you to intervene.

“I’ll take care of it, I promise, but I can’t do that if you’re here. So go back to her, and I’ll come see you when everything is okay again, alright?”

He sniffs, rubs his eyes to hide the tears, then turns around and runs. At least he’s got a good survival instinct, you think, even if it hurts to remember where it comes from. The second you’re sure he’s not coming back, it’s your turn to run, but towards the soldiers this time, with a confidence that you now worry is wholly unwarranted.

“Hey, don’t you think that’s enough?” you interject, maneuvering so you can get between them and Chan-Young.

There’s a scoff and they roll their eyes. One of them puts his hand on your shoulder and pushes, but you barely take a step back. You’re used to men trying to intimidate you.

“I thought we’d made it clear that your opinions weren’t welcome,” Seo-Jin snaps at you, getting too close to your face for comfort — like that would make you budge.

“Doesn’t mean I’m going to let you beat up someone because he broke a fucking window, when if you’d gotten to work, that hole would be closed by now,” you reply on the same tone.

He opens his mouth to yell at you once more, a vein bulging on his forehead, when Chan-Young comes to stand in front of you. He’s barely just gotten on his feet, has one hand pressed against his rib cage, and still, he’s already coming to stop you from taking any risk. You want to scream at him and hug him all at the same time.

“Please, sir, she doesn’t have anything to do with this.”

Neither does he!

“That’s enough, Seo-Jin,” sergeant Kim finally intervenes, and the man immediately takes a step back. “Don’t let it happen again,” he tells Chan-Young. “And fix the hole,” he tells you, as an afterthought, before leaving and taking his team with him.

Your blood is boiling. He might try to be the voice of reason now, but you saw him doing nothing while his men got blood on their hands so he wouldn’t have to.

You don’t have time to think about it, though, because next to you, Chan-Young has slowly let himself slide to the floor.

“Are you okay?” you ask, panicked, while he grimaces and leans against the wall.

“I’m fine,” he says, an obvious lie. “You shouldn’t have said anything.”

“You took responsibility for something you had nothing to do with, but I’m the one who shouldn’t have said anything?”

He sighs, shakes his head.

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you,” he says. He looks at you with warm eyes, and you feel your breath catching in your throat.

There’s something about Chan-Young, there always has been. You always have to remind yourself that he’s nice to everyone, because he’s such a kind person. Even that didn’t stop you from falling for him — and it’s the second time that it happens, damn him.

“I’ll go get medical supplies,” you say, pushing yourself to your feet. “Stay here.”

“There’s no need to—”

“Please, do you want to die from an infection after surviving all these monsters? Stay. Here.”

You ignore any further protests as you rush to get the supplies.

It doesn’t take you long. Chief Ji provides you with what you need without questions, and apologizes for not being able to give you painkillers — they’re reserved for emergencies, she explains. You know the other supplies are, too, but you understand her reasoning, and just thank her with a quick nod and a promise to help out for the next few shifts outside the stadium, if she needs it.

When you come back, Chan-Young’s moved to sit on one of the boxes that are always laying around in here, and you grab another one to sit across from him.

“Open your jacket,” you say as you take the disinfectant.

“I— I don’t think that’s necessary—”

“C’mon, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” you say with an eyeroll, because the guys on the team weren’t exactly shy about taking their shirt off in front of you and he should remember that.

He clears his throat and glances away, and you notice his ears turning red.

“Um, right. Yeah. Just a second.”

Under the jacket, he’s wearing a simple white t-shirt, and he lifts it up so you can see for yourself.

And it’s not looking good. The area is red and swollen already, and you worry it will be worse soon. Unfortunately, there’s not much you can do about that, so you disinfect the scratches caused by the boots, and gesture for him to put it back down. You’d normally advise to put something cold on it, to calm the swelling, but that’s not really an option here, not when the little electricity you have is mostly used to keep the lights on.

“Try not to move around too much, okay?”

“I’ll try my best,” he says with a brief laugh. It’s a silly recommendation, and you both know it, but you still felt the need to say something.

“Now give me your hand, I’ll see what I can do.”

He does, and you carefully turn it to check the palm. You’re not sure if he hurt himself when he fell earlier, or if it’s just that there’s constantly manual work to be done and it’s hard not to injure your hand. Either way, you start cleaning it and disinfecting it as well.

“Do you think they would have been as hard on a kid?” you ask.

“No!” he protests immediately, maybe a tad too strongly. “They’re humans. I’m sure they wouldn’t have—” He interrupts himself, and you suspect that he knows they still could have hit him, a thought that makes your stomach turn. “But… Yeong-Su’s had a hard enough life as it is. People here are not… kind to him.”

“I’m not blaming you, especially after that,” you sigh, “I just— You do realize that it’s not your responsibility, right? I’d have helped the kid, and it could have ended better than…”

You gesture vaguely at him, and he closes his eyes for a second. He closes his fingers over yours where you’re holding his hand, rubs his thumb over your skin, which sends a wave of heat through your body. It only lasts a moment, though, before he catches himself and lets go.

“I’m— I was in charge, when his sister— I was supposed to be helping them. And I failed him.”

“What?” Ms. Cha told you that story, in hushed whispers, to explain why Yeong-Su was such a complicated child these days. It had been clear that there was nothing Chan-Young could have done. “You can’t blame yourself for someone turning into a monster and going on a rampage.”

“It happened on my watch,” he insists. “If I’d been more careful— If I hadn’t left the bus—”

You stop yourself to look at him straight in the eye. He’s close, but you don’t feel uncomfortable, not with him.

“That could have happened to anyone. You couldn’t have planned for it.” He exhales, long and slow.

“Thank you for saying that,” he says, but you can tell that your words haven’t sunk in. It breaks your heart, and yet you have no idea what more you can say. After all, you weren’t there. It makes sense that he wouldn’t believe you.

“You still shouldn’t put yourself in the line of danger to—” to what, anyway? Expiate his sins? What does he have to prove? Does he have a death wish or something? “You shouldn’t put yourself in danger when you don’t have to.”

“Better me than Yeong-Su,” he insists. “He’s just a kid, and he has his mom — well, Ms. Cha. And he has you.” You set the disinfectant back down, hands almost trembling as you realize where he’s going with this. “Better me than him,” he just concludes sadly.

“Park Chan-Young,” you say, “you don’t seriously think that, right?”

He doesn’t meet your eyes when he replies.

“He has a family here. I— don’t really have anyone—”

You’re not sure what goes through your head when you put your hand on his cheek and kiss him. If you had to rationalize it — which you’re not really in any position to do when it happens — you’d say that you just wanted to prove him how wrong he was. Truth is, though, that you also couldn’t bear the idea that you were letting him believe that when it was so entirely untrue.

His lips are warm against yours, and you think you feel him leaning into you, but you pull away too soon to know.

“There,” you say as you gather your things. “Now you know you do have someone, so don’t put yourself in danger unnecessarily, alright?”

Then you’re on your feet, hell-bent on fleeing the scene.

Of course, Chan-Young catches up with you in an instant. He grabs your wrist, and pulls you back against him. His eyes are wide as he searches yours.

“Did you mean that?” he asks, his voice catching in his throat.

“Mean what?” Your heart is pounding in your chest. You’re… not sure where he is going with this.

“It wasn’t pity, right? You— I have you?”

The words almost send a shiver down your spine.

“Of course you do. I don’t exactly go around kissing people—”

Next thing you know, his hands are cupping your face and his mouth is on yours. He kisses you feverishly, like he desperately needs you to prove your words to him. You kiss back without hesitation, wrapping your arms around his neck. It isn’t long before your back hits the wall and you let out a brief groan.

“Sorry,” he says, pulling away from you to check on you. “Are you—”

You don’t let him finish, pulling him back down against you. His hands move down to your waist, one of them slipping under your t-shirt to feel your bare skin. He’s kissing you slower now, more sensual, and he abandons your mouth to kiss down your jaw, then your neck, before he comes back to your lips.

“I shouldn’t—” he mumbles against you. “I’m not supposed to—”

“Everyone’s doing it,” you reply, but it doesn’t surprise you when he tears himself away from you. He’s a sight to behold, flushed and out of breath — and is it odd that you enjoy seeing him panting from kissing you when you know he can run for hours without struggling? He’s always been one to stick to the rules closely. It says a lot that he broke one right now, but you won’t push him any further, not until he’s ready.

You take a step back towards him, take his hand in yours, and press your lips to his cheek for one last, soft kiss.

“Don’t forget now,” you say. “You have me. Don’t risk your life without thinking.”

He doesn’t kiss you again, but he leans in to press his forehead against yours, squeezing your hand in his.

“I have you,” he repeats, as if to convince himself. “I have you.”

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pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb · 1 year

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Zoro x Fem Reader fluff and NSFW! S/O is a sweet and gentle lover, being like the opposite of Zoro. She always takes care of Zoro, like giving him blankets during naps, water and towels and massages during his training, etc. But Zoro hasn’t done much for her as a lover, which everyone but S/O reminds him. Zoro tries making it up by taking her to a flower field date. S/O is so happy, playing with the flowers that Zoro couldn’t help but fall in love with her innocence and kindness even more.

S;DUFDFVHJDOI;FDS;SDJF;OS THE WAY I SQUAWKED AND FOLDED FOR THIS REQUEST because I relate to it sooooo much oh my goodness gracious. I was so excited to write this and kept thinking about how to approach it, (which you can tell from how long it is... I got SUPER carried away lol)!!! Thank you SO MUCH for this request!!! I also used post timeskip Zoro because he seems more serious and stoic, and just imagining him being soft and blushing and in love just sidfjduhgsdijfo;i ugh okay? I headcanon that Sanji hides the sake and beer from Zoro just because he can. I don't know yet if it ever actually happens, but I would not be surprised.

🍶 Wordcount: 6.2k (DO NOT EXPECT THIS NORMALLY PEOPLE, I JUST HAD FUN WITH THIS AND WENT OVERBOARD BY A LOT)

Warnings: light angst, kinda cheesy romance (leave me alone I'm a romantic), kinda ooc fluffy soft!Zoro (because I'm a SLUT for soft zoro), SMUT - (oral/fingering, f!receiving, penis in vagina sex, squirting, mild choking m!receiving, f!reader getting railed by Zoro)

There is a section written in green from Zoro's POV.

Okay I'm literally so proud of this piece. That's it. Thank you, and enjoy.

ALL CREDIT TO ARTIST BUT I CAN'T FIND THEM but it's the perfect image for how I describe Zoro looking at you adoringly :3

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"All I'm saying is that if I had a lover like her, I'd give her everything and anything" Sanji quipped from his place in front of the stove.

"I didn't ask you, ero-cook. I love her and she knows it. That's enough. Stay out of my relationship" Zoro snapped from the pantry, searching for some alcohol.

"You should say 'our' relationship, idiot marimo. It's you and her together."

Zoro slammed shut the pantry, rattling the wall. The cook hid all the alcohol from him again.

"I don't want advice from a love sick fool who can't get a woman to save his life. At least I have a girlfriend" he spat, stalking towards the door.

"Yet you're arguing with me, trying to find alcohol to go drink alone instead of spending time with her. After everything she does for you." Zoro spun around angrily, hand on one of his swords, but was interrupted by the door to the eating area opening. You stood in the doorway hesitantly, immediately sensing the tension in the air, and the way it thickened at your presence.

"Oh. Uh. I stashed an extra bottle of alcohol away for you for when San-... uh... you couldn't find any... so... here" you held out the bottle. It was a bottle of decent sake you had swiped and stashed last week for the inevitable time the cook hid all the alcohol from your boyfriend, which you had seen the blond doing earlier.

"Thanks" Zoro muttered as he took it from your hand. He walked out the door, leaving you with the cook. You didn't miss the glower the cook sent towards the swordsman's back at his dismissive attitude, but you ignored it. You walked into the kitchen, distracting Sanji from his annoyance with a sweet request for two cups of water. He quickly got them for you with an exaggerated flourish, causing you to giggle. At the innocent sound, his smile turned sad before he became serious.

"You do too much for him and don't get enough in return" he muttered. Your heart clenched.

"He loves me in different ways, away from where people can see. Unfortunately, it's hard to do that on a ship" you said, shrugging off the comment. You knew it was true. You knew he loved you, he just... had lofty goals. It's hard to find time for romance and giving your lover attention when you're training constantly to be the worlds greatest swordsman, and first mate to the future pirate king. You knew that going into the relationship, and you were content with giving him attention so he knew he was loved.

"Besides, if he knows I love him, that's all that matters to me" you said.

"He doesn't even take you on dates when we go to islands" Sanji said quietly.

"It's pretty hard to do when he has the directional sense of a rock, and he somehow usually manages to get into some sort of trouble" you dismissed easily. The cook sighed, turning back to the stove.

"As long as you're happy, but I'd be glad to kick his ass for you if you ever feels like he needs it" he offered. You snorted, grabbing the waters as you made your way towards the door.

"You'd do it if he even looked at you wrong, let alone pissed me off" you teased, opening the door. Sanji waved goodbye with a sweet smile, knowing what you said was one hundred percent true. You rolled your eyes, making your way to the deck towards Zoro. It was evening, the sea breeze sweeping away the heat of the day, cooling the air to a comfortable temperature. The sun was starting to set, the sky turning gold with strokes of pink and red towards the horizon.

Your boyfriend was enjoying the last vestiges of sunlight on the deck, sprawled on his side with his head propped in his hand. You stood and admired his features for a second. His short green hair seemed more vibrant in this light, and his eyes closed gently, the scar over his eye shining with the different texture. The light hit his exposed chest just right, highlighting and shadowing his muscles that he worked so hard for. He brought the bottle of sake up to his lips and took a swig. You watched as his chiseled jaw moved as his throat bobbed. His earrings glinted in the golden light at the new angle. You swallowed, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"You just gonna stand there?" he asked, lowering the bottle from his lips. A drop made its way down his chin but he wiped it off carelessly with the back of his hand. You cleared your throat, flustered that you had been caught staring. You made your way to sit so he could see you with his good eye. You silently held out the glass of water, glancing at him quickly.

"You good? You look like your blushing" he said, letting his fingers linger over yours as he accepted the glass of water. One of his ways of showing innocent affection.

"Yeah... You just... You're so beautiful" you breathed honestly. Zoro blushed slightly and grunted, looking away from you. You giggled quietly, able to read his reactions like a book. He was surprised and flustered.

"Not my choice of description" he mumbled. You decided to tease him further.

"No? I could say you're pretty, or stunning. I could say you're handsome, sexy, strong, amazing-"

"Shut up!" he swatted your thigh lightly. Now he was beyond flustered, blushing all the way to his ears. You dissolved into laughter, falling onto your back as you clutched your stomach. You missed his gaze, staring openly at you with awe, but he controlled his expression quickly before someone saw him. Your laughter eventually faded, and you eased yourself up to lean on your elbows to watch the sunset. Streaks of purples, oranges, pinks, and reds painted the sky.

"Tomorrow we should arrive at a spring island" you said quietly. Zoro grunted quietly. To anyone else, it sounded like a simple acknowledgement that you spoke, but you heard his silent invitation to continue.

"It's famous for the flower fields that grow wild there" you said, awe and excitement coloring your voice. You didn't notice his curious glance towards you.

"Yeah?" he prodded. You sat up fully, hugging your knees to your chest, your expression dreamy as you let the visual of the current sunset coloring imaginary wildflower fields form in your mind.

"Mmmhmm. I told Chopper I'd go with him" you said quietly.

An idea bloomed in the swordsman's mind, but he kept his expression neutral.

"For medicinal herbs?" he asked. You nodded.

"I'm excited" you said dreamily. Zoro hummed, a plan forming behind his neutral face. He'd need to ask some favors, which he hated, but to see you smile it was worth it.

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The next morning you woke up with more energy than usual, the excitement to visit the wildflower fields evident in your actions. All morning, you asked Robin about her flowers, and she lent you a book about the flowers you were likely to see on this island. You devoured the information until Luffy exclaimed loudly that he could see land. You worked off your extra energy running wild around the ship with him and Chopper, feeding each other's childish excitement. You didn't see Zoro anywhere, but assumed he was training in the crows nest.

The ship finally docked, and you waited impatiently for Chopper to finish gathering what he needed before the two of you leapt off the ship.

"Oi! Wait up! I'm coming with you two" your boyfriend called out, sounding exasperated as he slung a bag around him. Your happy surprise showed in a small squeal and a jump into his arms once he caught up. A wide grin donned your lips and you laughed as he tsk'd at your behavior and pushed you back by your forehead.

"Did you shower?" you asked, surprised. Normally it took you promising alone time or a bottle of sake to get him to shower regularly.

"So what if I did?"

You shrugged, grabbing his hand as you turned away.

"C'mon! Let's go! And don't let go of my hand. I don't want you getting lost"

You lead the way through the town, the three of you stopping to buy some drinks before continuing. Chopper got chocolate milk, Zoro got sake, and you tried a popular local flower tea. You asked the shopkeeper directions to the flower fields to make sure you were going the right way. He nodded, but leaned forward, indicating at your hand in Zoro's.

"The fields are a tourist attraction, but there's a place that's out of the way and much prettier, if you're looking for a more secluded area." You opened your mouth to say it didn't matter, but Zoro leaned forward, intrigued. You realized he probably wanted to take a nap in the quiet area, so you nodded and asked for directions. You thanked the shopkeeper with a few coins as a tip for his information, and set off with Chopper and Zoro in tow.

"You didn't have to give him money just for telling us that" Zoro griped. You rolled your eyes.

"You just say that 'cause you're in huge debt to Nami" you teased. He bristled slightly.

"He offered up the information for free!"

You shrugged.

"You repay kindness with kindness. That comes in different forms for different people"

Zoro grunted, having no reply to that. Chopper spoke up.

"Ooo you're so nice! But the directions the man gave you leads to a different area where the herbs I need don't grow. Is it okay if we split up? I'll be fine by myself, and you can go enjoy the beautiful area."

You hesitated. You told Chopper you'd help him find herbs, but the offer to spend alone time with Zoro without other people disturbing you in a flower field sounded too tempting. Your boyfriend squeezed your hand.

"He'll be fine. Let's go. You're excited right?"

You exhaled, and ran your free hand through your hair before smiling down at Chopper.

"You sure?" He nodded determinedly at your question, then ran off with a quick goodbye and a promise to be safe. You watched him for a bit, but turned around when Zoro tugged on your hand.

"C'mon. Lets go" he urged. He began leading you, but you quickly stopped him, a smile tugging on your lips.

"That's the way we came from, babe. This way."

He huffed in embarrassment both at his mistake and your pet name, but let you lead him. You reached a fork in the path just outside the town. One sign indicated the path lead to the flower fields, but you headed down the unmarked path, following the shopkeeper's directions.

"Oi. The sign said the other way. You sure we're on the right path?" your boyfriend asked. You glanced at him with a single raised brow and a smirk.

"I love you so much Zoro, but I'm surprised you even realized the sign was referring to the other path"

He blushed and spluttered, indignant at your quip and flustered by your easy admission of your feelings towards him. You cut him off with a soft laugh.

"Hurry up! I can smell the flowers already!" You broke into a quick jog. The swordsman easily kept pace with you, staying by your side even as you let go of his hand. You focused on the path ahead of you, missing his quick, adoring glance at you. There was nobody around, after all.

A few minutes later, you rounded a corner of a rock face, and your view exploded in vibrant colors. Shades of purple, pink, yellow, orange, green, and blue dotted the field sprawled in front of you. You gasped audibly, in awe of the view in front of you. The air was thick with the sweet scent of flowers, the breeze wafting their perfume around you as it brushed the petals and bowed the thin stems in waves. A lone apple tree stood in the middle of the field, matching the rustling of the field as the breeze threaded through it's boughs. The field led to a cliff, which looked out over a hidden cove. The beach below was white sand and turquoise waters.

You stepped forward hesitantly, unwilling to crush any of the beautiful plants. A warm hand landed on your lower back, nudging you forward. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the flowers.

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He wished you could see yourself from his point of view. His life had been dark and full of violence, but you brought innocence and raw love to his life. You were the light to his shadows, the food for his soul, the gentleness to his calloused fighting.

Your awe at the flower field in front of the two of you froze your entire body, your hand curled in a gentle fist against your chest, over your heart as if checking you weren't dead. You were hardly breathing, as if unwilling to disturb the beauty in front of you.

Tears shone in your eyes, overwhelmed by the excitement and unfiltered, pure awe of the beauty in front of you. You took a small step forward but stopped. He placed a gentle hand on your lower back, nudging you slightly forward. You deserved to experience the beauty he could never bring you as a person.

You deserved everything his crewmates said you did. The open affection, the love, gentle smiles, and innocent caresses, returning the small gestures and kindness you unthinkingly did for him. You massaged his muscles when he over trained, patched up his minor injuries after a fight, and brought him water and fresh towels when he was working out. He wanted to give back. To run a finger over your cheek before kissing you gently, to play with your hair, to cuddle you when you frowned.

Yet, selfishly, he couldn't bring himself to be seen doing it. He couldn't let anyone know you were his weakness, that he loved you enough to give up his dream of being the worlds greatest swordsman for you. It wasn't that he didn't trust his crew, he did. It just terrified him knowing how deeply you affected him- how much he loved you, and how much he would sacrifice for you. He would even destroy the very sun if you asked.

He let his gaze wander over your face. Innocent and pure adoration, the tears in your eyes at the view that surpassed your expectations. You looked beautiful, but he couldn't bring himself to say it because he was falling even harder for you. He nudged you forward gently again with the hand on your back.

She deserves everything.

"Go on. You deserve it" he said quietly.

He met your gaze, letting himself show his affection for you, removing the wall he put up to keep his expression neutral. Fresh tears gathered in your eyes, and he chuckled at your innocence.

"Get out there or I'll carry you" he teased. With a nod, you shuffled forward, and crouched to gently caress the delicate petals of a flower. He could hardly tell them apart, but you had been studying them all morning. You sniffed the flower, and you gazed at the field before suddenly taking off. Your unabashed, pure and kind laughter carried over the field, making him smile at your innocent joy and excitement. You opened your arms as you spun, as if to hug the breeze that tangled it's fingers through your shining hair. Your face turned towards the sun as you breathed deeply, a smile never leaving your face.

He couldn't help the answering smile that graced his own lips. Your beauty and joy sent his heart fluttering as he made his way to the lone apple tree to set up the meal he had packed the two of you, courtesy his begrudging ask of Sanji. He wanted the best for you, and even he had to admit the cook was good at his job.

He was supposed to stay and watch the ship today, but he asked Franky to instead. The damn cyborg had even started bawling when he explained begrudgingly that he wanted to take you on a special date. He considered asking Brook to be nearby to play some of your favorite songs, but he really wanted it to be the two of you during this date, so he asked him to do it tonight, back on the ship. He asked Robin and Usopp to work together to buy some seeds and plant you some flowers from the area in a small planter, so you could always have a little bit of this spring island with you. He even asked Chopper to make an excuse to find the herbs somewhere else. It was lucky that the shopkeeper guided the two of you away from where the reindeer actually needed to go.

He flicked open the blanket, spreading it on the ground beneath the tree. He saw a few ripe apples in the branches, and picked them easily. He heard your footsteps approaching, but didn't look back, focused on reaching the last apple, just out of his reach.

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"What's all this?" you asked breathlessly. Zoro didn't look back. You slid off your shoes before stepping fully on the spread blanket, placing them neatly next to Zoro's boots.

"'s for you" he said before jumping a little to grasp the apple he was trying to pick. As he pulled it from the tree, the branch shook, raining petals and leaves on the two of you. You giggled. He turned around, gaze landing on you, and froze. His eyes were wide and his mouth parted. A blush was coloring his cheeks a red under his tanned skin. He had only reacted like this the first time he saw you naked in his bed. You noticed he had a leaf stuck in his hair, and you chuckled as you reached out to pluck it from his head. He started a little, and pulled you close with an arm around your waist.

"What's wrong?" you tilted your head.

"You..." he trailed off, plucking a light pink petal from your hair.

"Me?"

"God I love you so much" he breathed. Your eyes widened, and you gasped lightly. It was kind of rare for him to say it, preferring to show you. He took a deep breath, exhaling as he cradled your cheeks in his hands. His thumbs drew matching gentle circles on your cheeks, and he lowered his forehead to yours, eyes closed. One of your hands came up to cradle his, the other resting on his hip.

"I know I should be more open about it. I'm a selfish bastard because I just can't let people know that you're my weakness. I can't let them know that I'd give up my dreams, to be the best, for you. Because when I'm with you... nothing else matters. I'd tear down the sun and the moon if it meant you would always be happy and safe. I can't show it because I can't lose you."

His voice sounded strained, as if it caused him pain to speak like this. Your voice caught in your throat, unable to form any words. You could only surge forward in a desperate kiss, which he matched in fervor. You couldn't get enough of him, shoving your tongue into his mouth clumsily to explore it. He grunted in surprise, but quickly adapted, returning the favor quickly. Your hand that was resting on his wrapped around to thread through his windswept hair, and the one that was on his hip slid to his bare chest, trailing down to his haramaki. He groaned into your mouth, his own hands skimming down from your face, featherlight touches down your shoulders and sides until he reached your hips. He broke the kiss, breathless.

"You drive me insane, woman" he muttered as his hands cupped under your ass. He tapped his hands twice, and you took the hint, looping your arms around his neck and jumping to wrap your legs around his waist. He lifted you easily, and you kissed him again. He moaned into the kiss, and you answered with a groan. He knelt smoothly on the blanket, lowering you to your back gently. You broke the kiss, looking at him softly as he hovered above you, hands caging your head.

"You drive me insane too" you muttered with a smile. He smiled lovingly at you.

"Pretty sure that's part of the boyfriend job description" he answered, leaning down to nose your jaw. You huffed a laugh as he tickled your neck with butterfly kisses. You rarely saw this side of Zoro, and each moment made you fall more in love with him. Usually it was desperate, passionate kisses that lead to fucking, and while that was nice, this felt more like you were going to make love. You dragged your hands down his chest, reveling in the warm touch and the chiseled muscles.

"Zoro"

"Hm?" He broke away from your neck, meeting your gaze. Your hands drifted to the front of the shoulders, flexed as he held himself above you.

"I want you" you whispered. His eyes flared with lust.

"Whatever you want, princess" he muttered, lips brushing yours with his words. He covered your lips with his, slightly chapped and tasting like the sweet sake he had on the walk here. You groaned, and you let him explore your mouth with his tongue, running over your teeth and tangling his tongue with yours. Your hands threaded through his hair, scratching his scalp the way he liked. He broke the kiss from your lips and started kissing down your neck, gently biting in places before licking and kissing it as if in apology. A hand wandered under your shirt, caressing your belly, sides, and breasts.

"I don't tell you nearly enough. You're beautiful"

Your breath hitched, and you raised a hand to cover your mouth in shyness. He sat back, and pulled you sitting upright with his movement. He helped you strip from your shirt, decorating your chest with soft kisses. You tilted your head back, a blush on your face, unused to the loving attention. Normally it was pawing and tearing at each other's clothes in desperate lust when you finally got some privacy, but this... this you liked. A lot.

You moaned lightly as his hands deftly removed your bra, then eased you back down gently onto the blanket. He cupped your breasts, thumb rubbing gentle circles over your nipples as his tongue laved over the other one. You moaned quietly, raising a curled hand to your lips in embarrassment. Zoro caught it before it even reached your shoulder, and popped off your nipple to catch your eye as he hovered over your chest.

"Let me hear you. Please." His voice was deepened with lust. You nodded at him, sure your blush was prominent. He huffed a small chuckle, letting himself look at you with all the love he had, a genuine close-lipped smile curving his lips softly.

"Let me take care of you today" he said, kissing the back of your fingers.

You tangled your fingers with his, gazing at him, "Z-zoro".

He leaned down to kiss your lips chastely, before allowing himself to travel down your neck and chest, planting soft kisses on your skin. He whispered praises unabashedly, knowing he could show his love for you openly here. It was safe. His hands kneaded your breasts as if to ground himself.

"I love you so fucking much"

"So beautiful"

"I love how you do so much for me"

"I love how you show me you care for me"

"I love how innocent and carefree you can be"

"I'd give you the world if I could"

He slowly made his way to your shorts, nipping lightly at the skin of your tummy before sliding his hands down your sides and removing your shorts and panties. You lifted your hips to help him. He hummed in appreciation at the sight of you laid bare in front of him, better than any meal he could ever taste. He gently spread your legs, and you tried to keep your thighs closed out of embarrassment. He soothed his warm calloused hands on the outside of your legs, from hips to ankles. He easily placed your knees on his shoulders, and eased himself forward. You parted for him automatically.

"There's my good girl" he cooed. Electrifying heat pooled in your lower abdomen at the words. His words were usually somewhat degrading, which you loved, but his praise trailed heated fingers down your spine. You moaned, and you could feel him smirking against the fat of your thigh as he kissed it. His fingers slid their way over your slit, finding your hole and collecting some slick so he could rub your clit. You hummed at the sensation, breath starting to come faster as you began to lose yourself to his ministrations. His fingers were gently drawing circles on the outside of your clit, making sure you didn't get too stimulated right away.

His face lowered in tandem with his fingers, his tongue quickly finding your clit as his fingers prodded at your hole. One slid in and out a few times before the second finger joined and together, they prodded up into that one spot that sent your toes curling, right as he flicked his tongue expertly on your clit. Your orgasm was sudden and blinding, squeezing around his fingers and your hands finding their way to his head, bringing him closer. He groaned into your cunt, lapping at you like his life depended on it. Your moan was loud, head thrown back and back arched sweetly for him as your thighs squeezed around his head. He only eased his onslaught of pleasure as your thighs loosened their grip and you were pushing away his head.

Your chest was heaving from your pleasure, and he was catching his breath from being happily squished between your thighs. He licked the shiny release he could release from his face, dragging the back of his hand across the rest of his face.

"You like being praised that much, princess?" he teased, a smirk on his face as he shed his coat and haramaki with practiced movements. You could only stare as his muscular frame rippled under his tanned skin. He leaned over you, caging you with his hands on either side of your head. He chuckled, but it was different from the dark laugh that promised difficulty walking the next day. There was a light blush on his cheeks, and he looked genuinely happy. You looked in awe, having never seen this expression on his serious face. He brushed his lips on your cheek, then pulled back.

"You deserve to hear it."

You couldn't help it. At those words, tears brimmed your eyes. Zoro panicked. He sat back on his heels and immediately brought you to his lap, holding you.

"Oi! Wait! Don't cry! Did I hurt you? What's wrong?"

You shook your head, a watery smile breaking through.

"Just... who are you and what have you done with my Zoro? You're all sappy!"

He rolled his eyes and flicked your forehead gently.

"I'm tryna be romantic for once, treat you like you treat me constantly" he muttered, scowling as he looked away. You dissolved into giggles.

"There you are! There's the man I love." He huffed.

"Did you wanna fuck or not?" he asked bluntly, shifting his legs so you could feel his hard length trapped in his pants. It sent the heat of arousal swirling through your veins again.

"I wanna make love" you cooed with a smirk in his ear, pressing your chest against his bare skin. He hissed out a breath.

"Lay down then, princess" he growled in your ear. You could feel him smirking against your cheek, "Let me make love to you" he teased, throwing your own words back at you. His fingers trailed down your spine, landing on your hips. You shifted off his lap and made yourself comfy on the blanket. He stood quickly to removed his pants, but you didn't miss the quick scan of the area to make sure you were alone. Not that he cared if people saw the two of you fucking, he just didn't want this experience ruined.

He sank down and crawled over your form, spreading your legs wide to kneel between them. You absolutely loved when he fucked you in missionary. He was so big and strong, and he stretched you out so well. He surrounded you and was inside of you, and it was both a calming and euphoric sensation.

He stroked his large cock with one hand, the other balancing his weight by your head. You dragged your fingernails up his arm, landing on the back of his shoulder.

"Please, Zoro" you murmured. His silver eye widened a little before his lips curved up softly. He lowered himself in a sort of half one-armed pushup to rest on his elbow. You didn't miss the casual show of strength. Showoff. He eased the tip into your wet pussy, and you hissed in a breath through your teeth as you turned your head into his forearm, biting lightly. Zoro laid kisses on your neck and jaw, distracting you from the stretch. His other arm came up to the other side of your head.

"Good girl. Doing so well" he murmured in your ear. You shivered, the words in his deep voice making you groan. He took it as an invitation to continue, and he slowly began to sheath himself into you. You were soaking. His praise, kisses, godly body, and obvious love all affected you deeply.

"Shit. So tight and wet"

Your hands curled into claws, lightly scratching down his back as you whimpered. He shushed you, caressing a finger down you cheek.

"So good. Taking it so well" he murmured before kissing your lips. You could only moan into the kiss. You raised your legs to rest on his sides and hips. He reached deeper and you moaned loudly at the sensation.

"Good fuckin girl. Doing so good for me. Took my whole cock on the first try" He moaned into the flesh of your throat. You whined, arching your back. The new angle hit something devastating deep inside, and you mewled.

"Look at you, so beautiful for me"

"Zoro~ move" you moaned. He started slow, letting you get used to the stretch, but quickly built his pace to a steady, smooth one that sent you keening. His thick cock was dragging along your walls, pulling out enough so his tip was pushing gently on your g spot, before pushing in smoothly with a roll of his hips that had his cockhead pushing that one spot deep inside. Your breath was heaving, interspersed between moans and calls of his name. It was so good, but you couldn't quite reach the peak.

"Please, let me cum" you begged desperately. Zoro grunted above you, raising himself so his palms were beside your head. He hardly broke his rhythm as he looked at you with a dark smile.

"I thought you wanted me to make love to you" he teased. You reached up, cupping his cheek with a hand.

"Romance me later. Fuck me. Now"

"As you wish, princess" he mocked.

He pulled out, kneeling in front of your hips as he slung your legs over his shoulders. He simply picked up your hips, and started slamming his cock in and out of your pussy. Skin slapping together echoed across the field, and your wails followed. With your back bowed off the ground, you had no control over your hips, but the angle was incredible. Your hands gripped the blanket uselessly, unable to hold back your moans and sounds of pleasure. Above you, Zoro was grunting and swearing under his breath. You could tell he was getting close, seeing you bent so sweetly under him.

"God fucking damn it. You're just sucking me in" he growled. You tightened at the praise. You heard him chuckle darkly.

"That's right baby. Feel so good, tightening on my cock like that. I want you to cum for me, like that. Needing me to hold you up like this. You look so pretty, under me like this"

As he spoke, the knot in your abdomen tightened to dangerous levels. Your legs tensed until you were practically hanging from his shoulders. At the new tension holding you up, Zoro could wrap one hand around your thighs holding them together as he held you up, lightly choking himself with your calves on the sides of his neck as he brought one hand to snake around to your torso. His warm hand pressed down on your lower abdomen, and he could feel his own length as he pistoned in and out of you. A new sensation began to build.

"Z-Zoro- something- ah! please! I'm gonna-"

"Go ahead. Cum hard on my fucking cock"

His thumb reached down to draw circles on your clit, and at the rough touch, you exploded. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, and Zoro kept your thighs tightly against himself, slowly only slightly as you tightened around him enough to start to push him out. Your back bowed further, and you felt yourself wetting his torso as you squirted. His body shuddered as his hips stuttered to a stop, a loud groan leaving him as you unwittingly limited the blood flow to his head with your spasming calves. Had your eyes been open and focused, you would've seen his eyes fluttering and rolled back in his head, cumming hard.

Both you were breathless as Zoro lowered your hips back down to the blanket, collapsing beside you, uncaring of the mess.

"holy shit" you breathed. Zoro started to chuckle at your swearing, and you joined, giggling as you rolled to snuggle onto his shoulder. He held you close, and you reveled in the touch. Suddenly you sat up, looking concerned and turned his head to the side to look at his neck.

"Did I choke you? I just realized that maybe my legs-"

"I'm fine. I liked it" he took your hand in yours, looking sheepish, "It's almost like being squeezed by your thighs when I eat you out."

You blinked at him, easing yourself back down.

"Huh. Who would've thought you had a choking kink" you muttered to yourself. Zoro swatted your bare ass lightly in retaliation, but didn't deny your words. He wasn't a liar. The two of you laid there in easy silence, listening to the breeze and inhaling the sweet perfume. You shifted, feeling the uncomfortable squelch of drooling cum from your pussy.

"Let's get cleaned up" your boyfriend suggested, sitting up. Clear droplets rolled down his torso with the movement, and you watched their movements.

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard" you said quietly. Zoro handed you a napkin he produced from his bag.

"Me either" he admitted. You giggled, still somewhat delirious from the post-sex high.

"What did you pack?" you asked curiously. You were starting to get hungry, and you were thirsty from your heaving breaths. Zoro silently handed you your clothes, and you took them gratefully. He began pulling out a meal and drinks from his bag, and it was obvious Sanji packed it with care. You smiled softly, understanding the sentiment. Zoro sucked up his pride to make you happy for a day.

You crawled over to him, still naked, and pressed your chest to his slightly sweaty back as you hugged him. He grunted at your sudden affection, and you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

"I love you, and I know you love me too. I see it in the small things, the things you can't hide. We love each other, and that's what matters. Don't let what they say get to you. I'll start telling the crew to stay out of it too" you said, determined. He somehow slung you around him and into his lap, an innocent smile on his face.

"Whatever you want to do. As long as you know that I love you"

You smiled easily in return, kissing the tip of his nose.

"Get dressed. You're naked" you said, crawling off his lap. You weren't sure if you could even stand up after that round.

Zoro landed a solid swat to your bare ass retreating from him, "you're one to talk"

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That evening back on the ship, Brook played your favorite songs, and you were surprised when Zoro thanked Usopp and Robin in front of you. They had gone above and beyond, creating a tiny greenhouse planter for your soon-to-be spring flower garden. Sanji asked if you liked the food, and you thanked him. Even Zoro held his tongue, simply nodding at the cook. That night, as you lay in bed with your boyfriend, you ran your fingers over his earrings before trailing your touch down his jaw. He opened his eye curiously.

"Thank you for today" you murmured. You didn't know how to begin describing how much it meant to you, so you simply kissed him gently, trying to pour your emotion into the kiss. He cupped your cheek, pulling back from the kiss.

"I love you" he muttered. You smiled softly. His walls were up again, but you could never doubt his words. He never lied. Not to you.

"I love you too, Zoro"

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Stay Awake For Me (Sukuna x reader)

I first posted this on Ao3 here.

**contains cussing and mentions of taking medication One shot where the reader is a sleepy university student and Ryomen Sukuna is the infamous mean frat boy classmate. An encounter in class resulted in him finding out you're taking meds for anxiety.

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University certainly kicks ass, and it certainly is incredibly expensive. You try your best to keep up with the never-ending piles of homework and your hectic part-time night shift job at the nearby fast food chain. The pay was shit but you'd do anything to support yourself instead of relying solely on your siblings' money to help you through school.

Unfortunately, you couldn't keep up with it all with your past school schedule, so you dropped one of your subjects and replaced it with one that's a bit later than usual. This is hilarious on your part because after lunch was usually when your sleep-deprived self has caught up with you and you end up dozing off in that class almost all the time.

Today was no different. Your eyelids feel heavy as you take a seat. It wasn't your usual seat but you couldn't care less as your head falls down in your arms as you take a nap while the class was waiting for the professor.

It wasn't long till you were shoved off of your seat and onto the floor, squealing out in surprise as you rub your aching bottom from the fall.

"The fuck you think you're doing sitting on my chair, brat?"

The metal stands of the chair you once sat on grinds against the floor before the tall man takes a seat, looking down at you with a disgusted look on his face.

It was Ryomen Sukuna. He's a notorious frat boy who everyone feared. This wasn't your first time interacting with him so you weren't surprised by his brash behavior.

The same goes for the other people in the class. They stopped in their conversation when you fell, but seeing that it was Sukuna, they weren't surprised and went back to their own thing.

"S-sorry, I didn't know I was sitting at - "

"Well, now you know. Now, get the fuck out of my space." He says as he waved a hand like he is dismissing you.

You quickly gather the stuff that fell with you, scrambling to stand up. You hear something metallic fall out of your bag, to which you seem to notice Sukuna was going to say something about it when the professor finally shows up. You hurriedly find your usual seat at the back and plop down before the scary man can say anything else.

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It was finally the end of class and you managed to stay awake this time. The incident probably helped you stay alert. The class said their goodbyes to the professor and you were quick to gather your things and walk out the door. During the class, Sukuna keeps on looking back at you with a quizzical look on his face. You don't know what this means but you certainly aren't going to hang back after class to find out. For all you know, the man was thinking of different ways to murder you.

It was either he was fast as hell or you were moving too slow because he caught up to you in the middle of the hallway, pulling you by the back of your collar to stop you.

"Brat, stop walking so fast. Geez." Sukuna says as you turn around to look up at him.

"L-look, it was a little mistake. I didn't notice that it was your chair -"

"Shut up." He simply says before his hand reaches something from his pocket. "You dropped this, genius."

One look was all it takes before you immediately grabbed the metallic item from his hand. You quickly looked around to see if anyone saw the thing before sighing in relief.

"That some kind of birth control or something?"

"W-what?! Do I look like someone who has an active sex life for that kind of thing?!" You say, cheeks and ears turning pink at the ludicrous statement that left the tall man's lips.

He simply shrugs. "The fuck is it then?"

"I-it's my... .my prescription meds. F-for my anxiety. Please don't tell anyone."

"Oh," He has the same quizzical look he was giving you in class, but this time, it was more thoughtful. The tall man suddenly smiles widely. "So you're a psycho or something, then? Crazy?"

This was something that may seem normal for anyone, like off-handed teasing but this was a sensitive topic for you and something in you snap. Suddenly, you weren't afraid of the man in front of you anymore. You throw him a stormy look on your face, the best that you can muster that he actually looks a bit surprised. Without saying anything, you turn around to speedwalk out of the hallway, trying to get a good distance away from the prick.

"Woah, woah, there. What's the matter, struck a nerve?" Sukuna quickly caught up beside you. With him being taller than you, it was an easy few strides for him to fall in step beside you despite your efforts. "It was a joke, you silly fuck. Don't get all emotional on me, yeah?"

You didn't look back at him, your brows still furrowed and your eyes glued to the ground. Suddenly, he puts a hand on your head and ruffled your hair, much to your surprise.

"C'mon, let's have lunch together." He says in a soft voice that you were caught off guard a bit. "I'll try to make sure you don't fall asleep on your food."

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Ryomen Sukuna, the frat boy feared by everyone, wouldn't stop bothering you after that. He would follow you in between classes, hands in his pocket. Pestering you until you two fall into your usual banter, throwing insults just for shits and giggles. People were raising eyebrows about how Sukuna treated you. He was still being a prick but he's more mellow when it comes to you. Although he was starting to get annoyed at how you're always knocked out whenever he goes out looking for you.

"And here he comes," Your batchmate, Maki, says as your friend group watches Sukuna approach your table outside the schoolyard. This is where you, Maki, and Nobara hang out whenever the three of you have a free period. "And look, he even bought her a drink."

Nobara wiggles her eyebrows, "Wonder if that's the only thing he'll do to keep her up."

"I can hear both of you bitches." Sukuna says as he reaches the table.

He clicks his tongue when his eyes land on you, passed out on the table. There was a slight pool of saliva where your cheek met the table. It was gross but Sukuna secretly finds it adorable, with your hair matting against your forehead with your sweat.

"Now, whatever shall you mean? All we heard was the sound of love birds chirping in the air!" Maki teases, nudging Nobara with her elbow.

"Leave or I'll spill this drink on both of you."

Nobara puts her hands up as if to surrender. "Okay, okay. We'll leave you both to it. Y/n, your boyfriend's here!"

She nudges you lightly in an attempt to wake you to no avail. They leave the both of you as they make their way back to the University entrance.

Sukuna places the can of energy drink near your face as he takes a seat across from you. He looks at your sleeping face for a bit with a soft look in his eyes before shoving you harshly, almost falling off your seat like the last time.

"Stop sleeping, brat. Anymore sleeping and you might start missing me."

You wipe the drool off your cheek and raise an eyebrow at him. " Oh? Isn't it the other way around?"

"Why would I fucking miss you? I practically see your ugly face every day."

"Yeah, cus you keep following me. You even bought me an energy drink just to keep me awake, huh?." You cup the said beverage in hand, grateful that it's still cold.

"Don't feel too fucking special. Someone from my fan club bought that for me. I'll give it to you since I already had one."

"Liar," a smirk playing on your lips.

Opening the lid of the can, you take a sip from it as Sukuna watches you. You don't know when the two of you had gotten so close that you'd end up like this but you don't mind.

"Hey, why are you being so nice to me anyway?" You say as you settle the can back down the table.

Sukuna leans his head in his palm with a bored look. "I'm not being fucking nice to you. Who said?"

"I mean, you're clearly harsher with everyone else. So why am I different?"

"Exactly. Why are you different?"

You hit him with a deadpan and he just grins at you. "There's nothing much to it, brat. I'm just bored and I got nothing else to do."

"Mmhmm."

"And well," He continues, his eyes looking away from you. "My younger brother, Yuji, is on the same meds as you. So in a way, you kind of remind me of him."

"Do you happen to want to kiss your brother, by any chance?"

He scoffs, "Shut up smart mouth. Who says about anyone wanting to kiss you?"

"Just had a hunch, is all." You wiggle your eyebrows at him to which he just scoffs again, not missing the slight twitch of his lips.

Silence falls between the two of you for a while, engulfed in both of your own thoughts. You smiled at him suddenly, to which he lifts his brows in both question and surprise.

"Thank you for being nice to me." You say in a small voice.

He quickly looks away and you note that the tips of his ears turn pink.

"Fuck off, brat. You just think I'm nice to you because you're too busy sleeping to know how I really act."

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another mid plot and writing but i wrote this when i first started drinking antidepressants just to cope and to feel comforted

i hated it and stopped drinking it after a while tho ://

#sukuna x reader #jujustu kaisen #fanfic #fluff #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna fluff #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #antidepressants #meds #anxiety

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farmerlarrry · 7 months

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I Wanna Be Yours - Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: You meet Joel at a bar and you're left wanting more of him.

wc: ~3.3k

tags/warnings: 18+ (MDNI)! no use of y/n, no outbreak!Joel, reader is younger than Joel however age is not specified (is of drinking age though), Joel is mid to late 30's, alcohol consumption, sexual thoughts (!!!), takes place at a bar in Texas, flirty!Joel, unwanted male attention (but also wanted attention...), idk there's not much tbh (if you feel like I should add something, please let me know) no beta we die like men

a/n: I didn't proofread as intensely as I normally do, but I'm trying to challenge myself to write & post more so here is the result. Also, I couldn't stop thinking about this concept, so I wrote it. Hope you all enjoy! (I also have an idea for a part two... if any of you are interested, let me know!)

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You haven’t seen your best friend in over a year since they moved to a small town in Texas. Between work and just life in general, it’s been hard to find a time when both your schedules just so happen to perfectly align. After a lot of planning and a four hour fight with a two hour layover, you’ve finally made it. Unfortunately, your stay will be short—you only have three nights and four days with them, but it’s better than not seeing them at all. Your best friend made sure to plan some fun filled days, and regardless of how tired you are from your long travel day, you don’t want to waste any of the time you have with them.

Tonight, the two of you are hitting the town. Your friend has been going on and on about this one bar in particular. The drinks are cheap, the crowds are wild, and the music is good. On top of that, you will also be meeting some of your friend's coworkers, who quickly turned into some of their closest friends. Although you were excited, a part of you felt nervous.

It’s been a while since you went out to any bars or clubs. When you were in college, you and your small group of friends were frequent nightlife goers, but once everyone started getting jobs and moving away, those wild nights became few and far between.

Butterflies began to form in your stomach as the two of you approached a building from a side alley. You could feel the vibration of the music run its course through your body before the bar came into view; usually, this was a sign that tonight was going to be a good night.

When the building came into view, it wasn’t exactly what you were anticipating. The dim entrance made your stomach churn, igniting a sense of danger in your mind. A large man stood to the side of the closed metal door, his arms crossed as he stared straight ahead with a grim, intimidating expression. It was definitely not like any of the clubs or bars back home, where everything was well lit and definitely not as secluded as this one is. Your body language must’ve been telling because your friend let out a loud chuckle, grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you closer to them.

“I already know what you’re thinking,” they say between their small giggles. You respond with a apprehensive look, causing them to become even more amused. A part of you felt like this was some sort of prank. “It doesn’t look like much, but I promise you, this is the place to go.”

You raise your eyebrows in suspicion. Your friend shakes their head in a joking manner, lacing their arm through yours and guiding you to the line that has begun to form.

Your friend spent most of the time in line on their phone trying to get a hold of their friends, who are supposed to be meeting the two of you there. One person wouldn’t pick up, so they’d call another person, only for the first person to call back. It was a mess, but in your eyes, it was an entertaining mess watching your friend struggle between the calls.

The two of you finally make it into the bar. Dim, red lights barely illuminate the large building, and you are immediately met with a humid heat and the smell of sweat and pure alcohol. Your nose twitches at the smell. The music, at least, is good; you can feel the thumping of the beat in your chest.

As you’re taking in the atmosphere, your friend grabs the back of your arm, pulling you in close to them and tilting their phone away from their mouth.

“I think I know where they are, I’m going to try and find them,” they shout into your ear, and you simply nod in response. Your eyes are locked onto the small, but crowded, dance floor straight ahead of you. “Why don’t you go get a drink at the bar? I’ll be right over, okay?”

They point in the direction of the bar, and you follow with your eyes. A drink will surely help with the nerves you’re feeling right now. Your stomach feels like a scrambled mess. Your friend quickly disappears in the opposite direction, still trying to reach someone on their phone.

You have to push your way through the crowd to make it over to the bar, situating yourself between two men. As you wait for the bartender to come over, you tap your fingers along the edge of the wooden top, looking around at the people surrounding you.

"Well, aren’t you a pretty lady?” The man to your right sneers at you, causing you to snap your head in his direction. You immediately notice his eyes are locked on your chest, not even trying to hide his obvious obsession with your cleavage. A feeling of insecurity comes over you as you begin to regret your outfit choice. Sure, you wanted attention, but not this level of creepy attention and definitely not from this man.

Not wanting to cause a scene, you just give the man an unauthentic smile, positioning your body away from him. You can feel him lean in behind you, and as he begins to say something, the bartender, a girl who barely even looks old enough to work at an establishment like this, promptly comes up to you from the other side of the bar. She gives a deathly glare to the man bothering you, causing him and his friends to leave.

“What can I get for you?” She says with a sweet smile.

“Tequila soda, please.” You rest your palms against the edge of the wooden top, leaning in toward her as you speak. “With an extra lime, too.”

She gives you an assuring nod, quickly turning on her heel to begin her work. As she’s walking away, your body is firmly slammed up against the bar top, the edge ramming into your ribs and knocking the wind out of you. Your body rocks back and forth as some sort of commotion unfolds behind you, with someone keeping your body pinned down and making it impossible for you to straighten upright.

Watch where the fuck you’re goin’.

Why don’t you watch your fucking mouth, old man.

Old ma– you wanna take this shit outside, you fuckin’ punk? Huh?

Your ribs get slammed against the edge again before you are finally set free, pushing yourself upright. You feel a hand glide along your lower back, making you turn your head from side to side, trying to see who is touching you.

“I’m so sorry ‘bout that, miss,” a faint voice says, obviously directed toward you. “Are you alright?”

You nod your head slowly as a tall and quite handsome man appears off to your side, making you turn around to see him fully. His dark hair is messily tousled on top of his head, a few half formed curls peek out from the nape of his neck. He is staring at you intensely with kind yet very obviously tired eyes. You can feel your mouth grow unbearably dry as you take his good looks in.

“Ye—yes,” you stumble on your words, continuing to marvel over the man before you. His eyes are wide as he darts all over you, bringing up his hand to gently move a strand of hair out of your face. He gives you a genuine, kind smile before letting his hand drop.

“People are...” He lets his voice trail off, sucking in some air through his teeth. He quickly looks around him. “I'm—”

Although he’s shouting, you don’t catch his name over all the noise, bringing your eyebrows together and turning your ear toward him.

“Joel,” he said louder, leaning in closer. You pull back, nod your head and shout your name back to him. His lips curl up into a charming smile. “That’s a beautiful name, miss.”

His compliment makes your heart flutter, and you drop your gaze down to your feet for a short moment before meeting with his eyes again. Joel nudges the man who was standing to your right out of the way so he can take his spot; your arms brush up against each other’s in the process, causing a chill to run up your arms. You slowly turn to face him, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. The bar light illuminates his face a bit better than before, he is absolutely beautiful.

“You from around here?” Joel asks and cocks his head slightly to one side, tilting himself a bit closer to you.

“No, just visiting a friend,” you respond, lifting yourself up ever so slightly on your tiptoes and angling your chest toward him. This is exactly the kind of man you want attention from. “You?”

His throat bobs, and his eyes quickly dart down and then back up to your eyes.

“I— I am from around here,” he says with a slight chuckle, which causes you to giggle alongside him. You can see a bead of sweat beginning to form alongside his temple.

Suddenly, his attention shifts away from you and he subtly points to behind the bar, causing you to turn your head. It’s the bartender from earlier, and she has your drink in hand with an apologetic smile showcased on her face. You were so wrapped up in the essence of Joel that you completely forgot you even ordered a drink.

“So sorry, we had some issues at the other end.” Her voice is high pitched and sweet sounding. “Do you want to pay or open a tab?”

As she slides your sweat clad glass across the bar toward you, Joel leans across you, closer to the girl on the other side. You can feel his hand find its way between your shoulder blades, running it up to the backside of your neck. A chill runs down your spine, causing a hitch in your breathing.

“Put it on my tab.” He shouted, and although he was just mere inches away from you, his voice still sounded so distant over the music and people talking.

The bartender raised her eyebrows and gave him a curt nod, quickly making eye contact with you and giving you a sly smile. Your heart fluttered at the gesture, even though a part of you knew this probably meant he wanted something in return. At this point, it was something you were definitely willing to give if he continued to play his cards right.

“Thanks,” you say quietly, not even sure if you spoke loud enough for him to hear you. As he pulls away, the two of you lock eyes, and you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to suppress your smile.

“A lady as pretty as you should never pay for her drinks,” he responded confidently. You could feel your cheeks fill with heat.

Joel is now peering down over you with dark eyes, his left forearm laying against the wooden bar to support his body, and his other hand still loosely wrapped around the side of your neck. Goosebumps spread across your skin as he slowly rubbed the pad of his thumb over your soft skin.

You look up at him with wide, innocent eyes. He has his lips slightly puckered as he traces his eyes along your skin. You watched as the muscles in his chest twitched. A burning sensation begins to burn deep inside your chest; you didn’t know how much longer you could take this. At this point, you didn’t want him, you needed him.

He let his hand glide down the side of your neck, over your shoulder, and then down your arm before retracting it, grabbing his glass of whiskey off of the table and taking a smooth, long drag. You continue to watch him with your swollen bottom lip tucked between your teeth, subtly bobbing your head along to the music.

“What do you do for work?” Joel’s voice has changed now, it’s much more lustful than before, and you can tell that he’s trying to hide his desire. His throat bobs as he swallows. You were glad you weren’t the only one feeling this way.

“I work in an office.” You try to steady your breathing, not wanting your words to come out shaky. “I’m an assistant to the company’s CFO.”

Joel’s eyebrows twitch as he nods, looking down at his drink and swirling it around a few times.

“That sounds—“ His voice is hesitant.

“Super fun,” you cut him off and say in a sarcastic tone. “It totally is.”

Joel breaks out into a wide smile. You’re positive he chuckled, but it’s hard to be certain over the noise. You look down at his hands and see some dirt clinging to his arm hair. Construction? Maybe a contractor?

“And what do you do?” You say, grabbing one of his wrists and running over the dirtied spot with your index finger. He quickly pulls back, rubbing off the dirt with his other hand. Pink spreads along his cheeks.

“Christ, that’s embarrassin’… seems to never come off no matter how much I clean m’self.” His tone is flustered as he continues to try and remove the stubborn dirt. “I’m a carpenter, though; I work alongside my brother.”

“Mhmm,” you hum, chewing slightly on the inner flesh of your cheek. “So… does that mean you’re good with your hands?”

You question him flirtatiously, looking back down towards his big hands. Your comment makes Joel choke on his drink, his cheeks growing an even brighter shade of pink now. Your eyes dart back up to his face, this time you don’t break your gaze away from him, watching as he tries to hide his smile from you.

“I— I guess you, you could say that,” Joel manages to get out, bringing his hand up to the back of his neck and rubbing the side.

His well fitted shirt strains against his bicep, causing you to become distracted by Joel’s physique again. He is well in shape, likely due to his line of work; he has toned arms, broad shoulders, and nice chest muscles that the fabric of the shirt clings to. Without much thought, you begin to run your eyes along his body, your eyes meeting with the sliver of skin just above his pant line that’s exposed. Your eyes wander even lower when Joel suddenly hooks his finger under your chin, a smirk planted on his face.

“You’re trouble.” He leans in close, only leaving a few inches between your faces. You look up at him through your brow line, the corners of your lips curling upward. You love where this is going, soon all of your desires will be met, and he will be all yours.

Just as your eyes flutter shut, Joel is yanked away from you. A man with dirty blonde hair has his hands around Joel’s shoulders and is shaking him back and forth. Joel is very clearly perturbed, his face twisting up in frustration.

“Joel,” the man drags out his name with a wide grin, clearly he’s had one too many drinks tonight. “I’ve been lookin’ everywhere for you… a couple guys from the job site are here ‘n wanna play pool. Whatdya think?”

Joel flashes you a quick smile before turning away from you and saying something to the man. Whatever he is saying appears to be causing conflicting emotions between the two of them. As they begin shooting back and forth, a feeling of insecurity quickly comes over you, causing you to turn your head away and look out into the crowd of people dancing.

As you take a small sip of your drink, Joel firmly places his hand on the small of your back, making your stomach jolt. You quickly turn your head back toward him. His mouth is near your ear, and you can feel his hot breath tickling your skin. The sensation causes heat to begin pooling in between your legs. You gulp.

“It was a pleasure talkin’ to you, darlin’,” his voice is smooth as honey and seductive. “I hope to see you around.”

Before you could think of anything to say back, Joel already had his back toward you, walking away accompanied by his friend. You’re stunned by his quick exit, your fingertips pooling with blood as you grip onto your drink glass. There’s no way I misread that entire situation, you think to yourself, left somewhat confused. Why would he leave like that?

The conversation was just as quick to end as it started, but it— he— left you wanting more. A sense of clarity came over you, a fire burning deep in your chest. You wanted more.

A voice inside your head echoed with “no, don’t leave” as you watched Joel disappear into the crowd. You could not move to make your deepest desires come true, and even if you could, did you really want to be the sex crazed person chasing after someone you had just met? As he fully disappeared, his scent lingered where he once stood—a faint smell of dirt, whiskey, and sweat. You thought it was strange that the combination was quite a turn on for you, but it was the indication of a hardworking man— and that was sexy to you.

All you could think about was how badly you wanted Joel. The way your body reacted every time he touched you was unlike anything any other person had been able to make you feel. The way his voice drew you in and his eyes hypnotized you. All you wanted at this moment was to see him bare, hovering over you while sweat dripped off of him and his face twisted with pleasure as he filled you up with his girth. You want to moan his name over and over as he explores your body, desperately wanting to know how his tongue would feel swirling around your swollen, throbbing clit that begged for his touch.

Closing your eyes, you bring yourself back to reality. You let go of the air that you had been holding in your lungs, your chest burning as it escapes. Being this attracted to someone was definitely not on your bingo card for this trip. Bringing your glass up to your lips, you steadily draw in the liquid, desperately trying to calm yourself down.

“Bitch,” the faint sound of your friend’s voice comes to you as a relief. They come up to your side, looping this arm around your waist. They have their eyes narrowed at you, a slight smirk appearing the longer the two of you look at each other.

“What?” You feel your eyebrows twitch.

“Who was that handsome fella you were just talking to?” They’re full blown smiling now, looking past you in the direction Joel went. You try to fight your smile, but ultimately fail. Your bestie begins to laugh, grabbing onto your arm and causing the heat to return to your cheeks.

“How long were you watching?” You suddenly feel shy, covering your face with one of your hands.

“Well, I wasn’t just going to come up and ruin whatever was going on… unlike that bastard that pulled him away from you.” They narrowed their eyes once again, obviously upset about what happened. “So, what’s his name?”

“His name’s Joel,” you say, leaning in closer to them.

“Oh,” their eyes widened. “And are we hoping we see Joel again tonight?”

You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, dropping your eyes down to your glass as you run the moistened tip of your index finger around the rim of your glass.

“Yeah,” you nod, smiling to yourself. “I hope so.”

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thealligatornoah · 1 year

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Falling in love (Azul edition)

Yeah, I know, I've been a ghost lately. In defense, I haven't been feeling good, but hey! I got inspired by this f*cking banger!: Be My Guest - YouTube. So, it's azul's turn. Enjoy!

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x male!reader

Warnings: Freaking Azul trying to scam everyone. Metions of past trauma and bullying.

Nobody understands him, and never will. Azul Ashengrotto is a poor, unfortunate soul that doen't want to be one, so he turns everybody else near him miserable with his contracts, that promise a cheerful future.

Octopuses are brilliant hunters that use their large tentacles to prey on their victims, and this clever dorm leader is no different. Instead of the eight appendixes, he uses the Leech twins; and he usually chooses those who he finds easy, like students with bad grades, with financial problems, or the vulnerable ones. He was once the lolcow, the 'point a finger at me and laugh', but doing things like this, who is laughing last?

When he gazed (y/n)'s eyes at the ceremony the first time, he saw his oportunity cristal clear. A magicless human in a college full of mages? It is impossible to be easier, Or so he thought.

Jade and Floyd find it impossible to bring (y/n) to Azul, that boy seems to smell something fishy each time they offer him help. When they offer help for an exam, to lend the little money he doesn't have to pay lunch, to defend him from bullies... the boy doesn't get the hook, leaving the sly octopus without any idea of how to get him.

That is one evening it started raining. Azul is coming back after being in the club with Idia, smiling to himself remembering their tought chess game as he walks through the hallway. Suddenly, when he is about to open the door to get out the building, a really wet (y/n) opens that door from outside and quickly runs inside, his back facing the door and his face against Azul's. There is a quiet moment between the two until one of them decides to break it.

-I recommend you not to go outside, it's raining cats and dogs. -(y/n) says.

Then, Azul's fast mind had an idea, that is the perfect moment to bring his pray to his lair.

-Isn't your dorm outside? You have to walk a lot to get there, right? -the poor boy nods with worry, Azul controls a mischevious smile, and puts a kind one instead.- You can come to my dorm, I'll get you a discount in the Mostro Lounge for today.

"If he thinks he can get me, he's very wrong. But a smoothy won't hurt me." (y/n) thinks when he deliverates if taking the offer or not.

-Ok. -he finally decides.

When both of the boys get to the Mostro Lounge, Azul sits in front of (y/n) as he drinks the smoothy. They were talking about anything and everything, the octopus asking some innocent questions and the other sharing what he thinks is convenient, keeping many things in secret. But eventually he would get a littke comfortable, even Azul would tone down a bit and forget his objetive.

The mostro's light gives a special glitter to (y/n)'s face, specially his eyes. His movements look graceful as he stares at his soul, with a small smile timidly visible in his lips, wich Azul couldn't get his gaze off, the jazzy music not helping at all.

"Focus if you want to get what you want." Azul thinks, but his mind gets a little numb after that thought. "What did I want?" he realizes. That evening is so nice, he completely forgets.

Days pass by, and (y/n) comes more often to the lounge, he just learned to enjoy the three submarine boy's company, specially Azul. He visits him inside the vip room, where he has the permission to go to.

But the octopus doesn't stop his attempts of making everyone else's soul miserable. After some important exams, now he has some anemone slav- I mean... non remunerated employees; but three of them are (y/n)'s friends, and he didn't care that it is Azul they're talking about, he will fight him.

Then, Azul overblots.

He overblots because (y/n) found out about his past, because his mask is broken, because Leona turned his win into sand, because he is a poor, unfortunate soul.

When everything ends, Azul starts running away from (y/n). His fear for rejection takes the best of him as he avoids any contact with someone that he looks up to very highly. It is all with the twin's help, of course. And they end up getting fed up, of course.

The Leech twins are standing up in front of Azul's desk, who is reading some important papers for the restaurant he is running. He turns slowly his gaze upwards to Jade and Floyd, and then downwards the papers again.

-I'm busy, what do you want.

-We both noticed you have romantic feelings towards (y/n). -says Jade bluntly.

Azul opens his mouth really wide, wanting to speak, but a knot in his throat makes it impossible for any word to go out and make any noise. A little almost wisper like scream and shining, red cheeks make its appearance instead.

-Yeah, yeah, -interrups Floyd- we are really fed up, this turned really boring!

-What he is trying to say is that you will stop avoiding him.

-Even if that means you have to tell him you want to squeeze him to death!

Even if that is a really big ultimatum, Azul knows that they are painfully right. Do octopuses show homosexual tendencies in nature? That's not the point, he does love (y/n)! That's why he is avoiding him in the first place, the awful shame of his past... this has to end now.

This time, when (y/n) comes to his restaurant, Azul doesn't hide in the vip room. In fact, he had the twins to make sure every other client leave earlier, how? Shady Leech twins terms. When everyone else leaves the restaurant, the magicless human feels relief, he knows that this is his crush's doings; he knows him too well to not notice, that's why he didn't give up in the first place.

Althought he knew it, his heart skips a beat when Azul sits up in front of him. Every little detail of his movements are highly studied, that with that nervous smile, makes (y/n) remember when he acted like this with him, so he makes sure to put a kind smile.

-It's been a while, eh? -he breaks the ice.

Again, Azul wants to speak but he cannot do it, he fights but he is just not able to do it. Then he jumps a bit when he feels (y/n)'s hand on his.

-Man, I missed you -he says after laughing-. Don't worry, I'm not mad, you can tell me anything. -he makes emphasis in the last word.

Then Azul inhales, exhales, and looks directly to (y/n)'s eyes, then his mouth. He reviews the script he practised so much for hours, and opens his mouth, the words being able to pass through his throat this time.

-(y/n), the reason I was avoiding you is because I was very ashamed of my past me, and I have romantic feelings towards you -his nervousness comes back-. But I've changed! I'm not that fat octopusno-

(y/n) interrupts him with a little slam on the desk.

-Silly octopus, I don't care about your past. Even heck, I don't care about your looks at all! I like you too, but it is because you are a clever, after all nice man. I feel really comfortable when I'm with you, and every aspect of you feels out of league of me! -again, Azul 404.exe has stopped working- Give me a kiss, dummy.

Both of their bodies moves automatically on the desk so their lips could click for the first of many more times.

Nobody understands him, and never will. Anybody in this universe will understand how lucky he is, how fortunate, and happy soul he is.

#twisted wonderland x male reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x male reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst azul #azul x male reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x male reader #azul x y/n #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst fanfic

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redtaylorsversiongirlie · 2 years

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real feelings - j.p.

pt 1!

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james potter loved lily evans.

he loved her.

he loved her, he loved her, he loved her.

but something changed that night you and him were intimate, he didn't know what it was, he had no clue. not yet at least.

lily yelled at him after few hours you left. she was angry. angry lily evans is not something you want to experience.

"you're so fucking stupid, you know that, potter? such a dick, arrogant toerag. i really don't know what she sees in you!"

and then she left and slammed the door behind her so loudly that he was afraid they're gonna fall off.

if lily was feeling like that, he couldn't even imagine what you were going through. james was afraid to talk to you, he was sure you wouldn't let him, anyway.

"wow," breathed out peter after lily stormed out. "what have you done to her, james?"

"i don't think he had done anything to lily, pete," said remus, eyeing james up and down suspiciously.

"yeah, prongs, who is 'she'?" asked sirius. "i'm sure evans wouldn't talk about herself in third person."

"it's none of your business," answered james quite rudely.

sirius didn't let james' bad mood to put him off as he turned around to the door. "fine, whatever, i'm gonna go ask evans."

james didn't want his friends to find about it through someone else than him.

"i slept with y/n."

sirius turned around, his eyes and mouth wide opened. remus dropped his chocolate bar and poor peter accidentally poured an ink on his essay he was working on.

"what do you mean by 'i slept with y/n'?" asked sirius.

james rolled his eyes. "do i need to explain, pads? i thought you have more experience than i do."

"don't talk to me in that tone, james fucking potter," warned sirius.

"that's not what the f stands for," mumbled james.

"you slept with y/n, how could you do that?" joined peter. "why would you have sex with her when you know that she loves you but you don't love her in that way?"

"i—" james blinked. "wait, what did you say? you said she loves me?"

the other three marauders stared at him.

"sometimes, i wonder if you have a brain," said sirius.

"sometimes? i wonder it all the time," said remus who stood up from his bed, his bag in his hand. "now, if you excuse me, i have a homework to do."

***

remus didn't expect to see you in the library after that party last night. you looked as if you hadn't slept in days. he wondered if you could focus on the charm book you were reading. he soon realized that you were only staring at it as your eyes were glued to the same place.

remus sat on the chair in front of you, quietly so he wouldn't disturb you.

unfortunately, your head lifted. you were met with a nervous smile of remus's.

"what?" you asked.

he shook his head. "nothing."

you studied him for a while before asking, "you know it, don't you?"

he was quiet for a moment. "maybe?"

you threw your hands in the air. "of course, you do! i'm sure i will be called to mcgonagall's office in a second so she could give me comfort. why doesn't he tell the whole school, then? why doesn't he tell the whole school that i slept with someone who i love so much but the feeling is not mutual? what!" you yelled at an innocent ravenclaw girl who was passing your table.

"y/n," remus took your hand in his. "love, please be calm."

"i am completely calm, remus, and you know what else i am? so over james potter."

he smiled sadly and shook his head. "you're not."

"i totally am."

he gave you a look.

"stop looking at me like that. you know what they say? fake it until you make it. i'm sure i don't really love james it was just a stupid crush that will go away in few days."

"you are in love with him since first year."

you shook your head, blinking away tears. "don't do this to me. i can't be in love with james if he doesn't love me back, i want to someone who will love me as much as i love them."

but how the hell were you going to fall out of love with james potter?

***

you were pulled into an empty classroom.

"godric, stop screaming!"

it was james, of course.

"ah, want another shag so you could pretend it's lily?" you glared.

"no, y/n, i am so sorry for what happened. if i could go back in time, i would not even talk to you on that party!" his eyes widened. "okay, that's not what i meant!"

"why can't you just leave me alone?"

"because i need you to forgive me!"

"do you want me to forgive you because you actually feel bad or so you could feel good about yourself?" you asked, crossing your arms on your chest.

"of course, i feel bad! i miss you so much, y/n, can't we just forget about this?" he pleaded.

you shook your head, "you can, but i can't, james. i'm so hurt. i have slept with other people in the past, it meant nothing to me but what we did — it meant so much to me. when i woke up next to you, it felt like a dream i've been wishing for for years but then you told me you love lily and you never wanted any of that to happen! you used me, james, i'm allowed to be hurt!"

he wanted to put his palms on your shoulders but you took a step back.

"you are allowed to be hurt, you are absolutely right about that," he said. "but i didn't use you, i would never do that. i wouldn't sleep with you if i was sober." he immediately regreted what he said as a first tear of that conversation streamed down your cheek. "i didn't mean it, y/n, i'm—"

"no, stop it!" you wiped your cheek. "you absolutely meant it and that's fine i guess, but you don't have to keep reminding me that you don't love me, i get it, okay? just leave me alone!"

and with that, you left.

***

it was a week since you and james last talked. you started slowly realizing that it wasn't a james's fault. it took two people for you and him to sleep together and both of you were drunk.

"hey, can i talk to you?" you asked james in the common room.

"sure, what's up?" said sirius.

you smiled awkwardly. "i meant james, sirius."

james's eyes widened, so did sirius, remus snd peter's.

"m-me?"

you nodded.

the other three marauders slowly stood up and then walked into their dorm, leaving you and the boy alone.

you sat next to james on the couch and looked at him. he was nervous, you could tell.

"i want to apologize," you began.

james potter was never so confused.

"i blamed you that i slept with you even when i play in that situation a role just as big as yours. i was just insecure, i guess, and i know that's not a good excuse, but i am very sorry." he kept staring at you. "you don't have to forgive me—"

"all forgiven," he cut you off. "uh, do you forgive me?"

"deep down, i forgave you a long time ago," you smiled. "so, we're good?"

james immediately wrapped his arms around you tightly. he didn't have to say anything.

everything was like before.

***

it took james potter a month and a half to realize he was falling for you.

after you two made up, you started spending more time with him. it was usually you sitting next to him in the great hall for meals or you two studying together. you even came to his quidditch practices a few times even though you didn't play it yourself and weren't much interested in it either.

you started noticing that he wasn't paying much attention to lily anymore, which made the ginger girl very happy. she was keep asking what have you done to him that he stopped annoying her. and you answered "i don't know, i haven't done a thing," because that was true.

remus and lily noticed after a while. they noticed how james's gaze would linger longer at you than at others, how he stared at you in classes with his head leaned against his hand.

"do you like y/n?" that was the first thing remus said after checking that no one else was there.

james frowned. "is it that noticable?"

remus scoffed. "mate, you look at her like you want to give her the world."

"i do want to give her the world," james confirmed.

"will you tell her?"

"i don't know. . ."

"well, i know that y/n will be having a hard time trusting you," said remus. "she will think she's just a replacement for lily."

"but she's not! i really really like her. i don't like lily at all now."

remus sighed. "i trust you, james. it's y/n who you'll need to convince."

***

you two were lying in the grass underneath the bright sunshine, that made james shine as if he wasn't already.

you could feel him staring at you.

"staring is a rude thing to do, you know that?" you said without looking at him.

"not staring, admiring," he mumbled. "you got a pretty nose. . . . and lips."

you turned your head to face him. "what are you doing?"

"what?"

"you know what."

he propped on his elbows. "i fell for you."

that was the last thing you expected to happen today.

"what?"

"i have feelings for you i. . . i love you."

you stared him, not believing him and not knowing what to say.

"look, it's fine if you don't love me anymore, but i really want you to know this. i know that you think i'm making it up but that's not true! ask remus, he knows it and figured it out on his own, lily probably knows it too by now."

you sighed, suddenly finding the tree near you interesting as you said, "i really want to believe you."

"then do." when you turned back to him, his face was dangerously close to your own, noses touching.

"do you want blue skies? i'll fucking give them to you if that's you want. you want the moon and the stars? it's already yours."

you smiled at him teasingly. "i don't know, james, someone told me not to believe the person who promises blue skies."

his mouth opened. "i— well—"

"you could take me on a date though. . . you know, i really like expensive cars. . ."

"okay, fine, yes."

you were joking. "james, no—"

"anything you want."

you couldnt help but to smile.

"now," his nose touched yours again. "i've been dying to do this one thing for a while now."

"do it."

he kissed you so passionately you thought you will faint.

james was yours, you were his.

everything was perfect.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #marauders #marauders imagine #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter angst #james potter fluff #james potter x reader #james potter imagine

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 3 months

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Mise en Place, Chapter 1

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: M

Story Summary: Follows the development of Chef!Matt & Reader's relationship after the events of Cooking Up Love.

Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness, no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, developing relationship, things gonna get SPICY later 🔥 (aka smut in future chapters)

Word Count: ~2250

A/N: Thank you to everyone who read, liked, reblogged, and/or commented on Cooking Up Love, and I hope y'all enjoy this continuation just as much!

If you'd like to be added to the taglist for this, please don't hesitate to ask!

Divider by the lovely @theradioactivespidergwen!

Tag List: @danzer8705

“...So then I said that I wasn't sure if I could wait until tonight to kiss her,” Matthew Murdock said over the phone to his best friend/business partner, Foggy Nelson, as he whisked together the ingredients for the chocolate mousse that he was making. “And she said she couldn't wait either, so I made my move.”

Matt had met you two weeks prior after Foggy had set him up for an exclusive interview with the New York Bulletin ’s food writer in an attempt to help their newly opened -- but already struggling -- restaurant garner some publicity.

Matt had had trust issues with reporters -- especially food-related reporters -- ever since his ex-girlfriend, Elektra, had written a completely false exposé about him in an attempt to further her career as a food critic and had admittedly been less than cooperative during your initial meeting. It wasn't until after he had refused to do the interview, told you off for being unprepared, and stormed back into his and Foggy's shared office that he learned that you weren't even the food writer, but rather the Features reporter, who had been given the assignment last-minute and hadn't actually had time to prepare beyond reading Matt's bio on the Daredevil website.

Matt had made a pan of tiramisu as an apology for his unprofessionalism then had gone to the Bulletin and asked you to reschedule, and luckily for him you had agreed.

As he began to get to know you he had very quickly felt what he thought was mutual attraction, but had second-guessed himself after Foggy had accidentally interrupted Matt's attempt to kiss you during a blind tasting at the restaurant.

Matt had felt like he might have misread your attraction to him based on your reaction so he had gone by the Bulletin again the following day to apologize, but unfortunately not only had you not been in, but the actual (now former) food writer had filled Matt's head with doubt by telling him that your real interest was in investigative journalism and that you would stop at nothing for a good scoop -- even stooping so low as to make up details for a story if the real story wasn't juicy enough.

Needless to say, Matt had been hurt and angry after you had (mistakenly) sent him a copy of “your” article about him (which actually turned out to be a fake one full of lies and misinformation that the food writer had written and planted on your computer in an attempt to sabotage you) and accused you of using him to further your own career as a journalist before barring you from Daredevil and hanging up without letting you try to explain. Thankfully you had caught the sabotage fairly quickly and had sent Matt your real article before publication, although in his hurt he hadn’t opened your email explaining the situation until after your editor had apologized for the mix-up and sent him the correct article as well.

Matt had made another ‘apology tiramisu’ and had gone by the Bulletin that morning to apologize for being an asshole yet again only to find out from Skyler, your closest friend at the Bulletin, that you had taken a personal day after everything that had happened over the past few days. Luckily for him, however, Skyler had taken pity on him and had given him your home address so he could apologize and explain himself to you in person.

Matt had hurried over to your apartment, where he had apologized and the two of you had confirmed your mutual interest in each other before Matt had asked you over to his apartment for a date and kissed you for the first (but he definitely hoped not the last) time.

Foggy chuckled. “I take it there were no interruptions this time?”

Matt grinned to himself at the memory of your soft lips pressed against his, the way you had felt in his arms as you had melted into him, and the happy little sigh you had let out as the two of you had parted. “No, no interruptions.”

“That's great, man. I'm really happy for you.”

“Thanks, Fog.” Matt covered the chocolate mixture and set it in the fridge to cool and set.

“I guess that means that I'm forgiven for setting up that interview with the Bulletin then?”

Matt chuckled. “Yeah, yeah, you're forgiven.”

“So what else is on the menu for tonight?”

“Chicken parmesan with caesar salad and freshly baked garlic bread -- that is, if I have time to get everything done on top of running back to the market. I just realized that I don't have any wine here that'll pair well with dessert and it's too late to try to do a grocery delivery.”

“Want some help? I can stop by the market for you on my way there.”

Matt huffed out a breath. “Actually yeah, that'd be great if you don't mind.”

“Not at all, buddy. What do you need?”

Matt thought for a moment. “Let's see, since I used dark chocolate in the mousse and cut down on the sugar a bit, maybe a bottle of Moscato d’Asti and a bottle of Chocovine? Oh, and some decaf coffee too. I'm thinking about making some chai as a non-alcoholic alternative to go with dessert but I also want to have a decaf option just in case.”

He could hear Foggy writing everything down. “Okay, so Moscato d’Asti, Chocovine, and that canned coffee with chicory that you like, but in decaf. Got it.”

Matt chuckled. “I really appreciate it, Foggy.”

“It's no problem, dude. See you soon.”

“Okay, thanks. Bye.”

Matt tapped at his screen to hang up then began to gather his bread ingredients.

He had just gotten the dough mixed together and was in the process of kneading it when Foggy knocked on his door. “It's open!”

“I come bearing wine,” Foggy said as he entered. “And fancy decaf coffee.”

Matt chuckled. “Thanks, Fog. You're a lifesaver.”

“Wine in the fridge, right?”

Matt nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”

He heard Foggy put the bottles in the door of his refrigerator and the can of coffee by the coffee maker before moving to Matt's sink to wash his hands. “Okay, put me to work.”

Matt pointed towards his stove. “Could you get the sauce going?”

“Yeah, sure, man.”

Matt finished kneading the dough then put it back into the bowl to rest as Foggy began scoring tomatoes for the marinara sauce.

Together they managed to get everything prepped and Matt's kitchen cleaned with about an hour to spare, which gave Matt just enough time to shower and get dressed before he needed to finish everything off.

“Okay, I think you're all set for tonight,” Foggy said as Matt slid the bread into the oven to bake. “How are you feeling?”

“Kinda nervous,” Matt admitted, turning back to his stove to stir the marinara sauce he had simmering. “What if she changes her mind about me and decides that I really am an asshole and that she doesn't want to forgive me after all?”

“Oh, I highly doubt it, buddy,” Foggy said with a chuckle. “I have it on good authority that she's actually more nervous about you changing your mind about her .”

Matt's heart fluttered. “Really?”

Foggy hummed in the affirmative. “That's what Skyler said when I talked to her earlier."

Matt shook his head. “No chance of that happening.”

Foggy patted Matt on the shoulder. “I'm gonna head out so you can go shower and finish getting ready, but I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay. Thanks again for helping.”

“Any time, dude.”

Matt locked his door behind Foggy then went to go take a shower.

As he stepped under the hot spray, his mind drifted to you once again. You were beautiful, and honest, and kind, and caring, and Matt felt so, SO lucky to have met you.

He hurried through his shower, dried his hair, shaved, then got dressed before heading back to his kitchen to cook the pasta and finish off the chicken for the parmesan. Perfect. Everything should be done by the time she gets here.

He smiled to himself, determined to make that evening the best first date of both of your lives.

“…So after Foggy told Matt about Kingpin getting shut down I explained that Kelsie had been dating the sous-chef over there and that's why she went after both of us personally,” you told your best friend/coworker, Skyler, as you rummaged through your closet.

Had someone told you two weeks ago that you would currently be getting ready for your first date with the very same chef you had been assigned to interview for your job as a reporter with the New York Bulletin , you would have laughed in their face, especially after your epic failure of a first meeting. But yet here you were, trying to find something to wear.

You pulled out an emerald green lace dress, then held it up to your front and briefly studied yourself in the mirror before shaking your head and putting it back in your closet. “But then Matt said that his interest had been genuine and that he wanted to keep getting to know me, so he asked me to have dinner with him at his apartment tonight.”

“Which is why you're going through everything you own in order to find the perfect outfit to wear,” Skyler said from where she sat on your bed.

You had called her after Matt had left your apartment and let her know that not only had you and Matt worked things out, but that he had also asked you on a date, then you had asked her to come by after work to help you decide what to wear, promising to give her all the details of your and Matt's earlier conversation.

You pulled out a simple mid-length black silk dress before turning towards Skyler. “Oh, and did you know Matt went by the Bulletin on Tuesday?”

Skyler’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “What? No. When did he stop by?”

You shrugged. “I'm not sure, but he said he must've talked to Kelsie because she told him that I only cared about making a name for myself as an investigative journalist and wasn't beyond falsifying information to further my career.”

Skyler scowled. “Yeah, that definitely sounds like her. So then what happened?”

“He apologized again for assuming the worst about me, then I made a joke about how he can't just make apology tiramisu for me every time he screws up, to which he joked back about just making my other favorite dishes of his instead, so I went to like, playfully swat at him, you know? But then he caught my wrist and pulled me to him.”

You smiled to yourself at the memory before continuing. “And then he said he didn't know if he could wait until tonight to kiss me for the first time, and I said that I didn't think that I could wait either, so then…” You smiled. “He kissed me.”

Skyler made a happy squeeing noise. “So… how was it?”

You sighed wistfully. “Honestly? It was the best first kiss of my life.”

You turned towards your mirror and held the dress up, briefly studying yourself before turning back towards Skyler. “What do you think?”

Skyler nodded. “That’s perfect. Can't go wrong with a LBD, especially for a super romantic first date with an incredibly hot chef who I told you was into you.”

She stood and went to your jewelry box. “Now, let's find the perfect accessories to glam up that dress.”

She pulled out a teardrop necklace with a red stone. “How about this?”

You took it and put it on, then held the dress up to yourself again as you looked in the mirror. “Yeah, that looks good.”

“Perfect.” Skyler looked at her smartwatch. “I should get going so you can finish getting ready. You don't want to be late.”

You gave Skyler a brief hug. “You're the best friend I could ever ask for, you know that?”

Skyler gave you a squeeze back. “Yeah, yeah. Just remember that when it's time to choose your maid of honor for your and Chef Hottie's wedding.”

You huffed out a laugh. “Bit soon for wedding planning, isn't it?”

Skyler shrugged with a small smirk. “Just putting it out there for when the time comes.”

You shook your head with a smile. “If and when the time comes, you know there's no one else I'd rather have by my side.”

“Tell me all about your date tomorrow?”

“Of course. Plus you still need to finish telling me how your coffee date with Foggy went on Saturday.”

Skyler grinned. “Deal. I'll see you tomorrow.”

“��Kay. See you tomorrow.”

You let Skyler out then returned to your room, slipping into your dress before applying some light makeup and putting your shoes on.

You smiled to yourself as your mind drifted back to the way Matt had felt as he had held you in his arms, the taste of his lips as he had pressed them to your own, and the beautiful smile on his face as he had caressed your cheek with his thumb after you had parted. Hopefully we'll get to do some more of that tonight.

You grabbed your phone and purse and headed downstairs to catch a cab, hoping that your first date with Matt would be a success.

#lotmf writes #mise en place masterlist #chef!matt murdock x Reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x f!reader

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marzmeltdown · 11 months

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Where the Wild Things Are

⌦ Pairing: Woozi x Fem!Reader ⌦ Genre(s): smut,, enemies to lovers ⌦ Warning(s): pet names(woozi: sir ,, reader: dollface,, princess,, cowgirl,, ),, arguing,, brat taming?? kinda??,, spanking,, fingering,, spit eating,, oral (f receiving),, unprotected sex (pls practice safe sex),, creampie,, aftercare (idk if i should put this as a warning but just in case) ⌦ Word count: 2.53k ⌦ Summary: You and your gang of rough and tough cowboys/girls are never in one spot for too long. Despite never letting the weather deter your group from drifting from one town to the next, one particularly big thunderstorm left your group in a local motel. Unfortunately for you though, you end up sharing a room with Jihoon and getting a wink of sleep didn't seem to be in the cards for you two. ⌦ A/N: I'm thinking about making this some kind of series??? But instead of focusing on Woozi, it's a fic for every member in this like cowboy setting. Idk,, lemme know what you think. Idk about you, but cowboy svt is doin somethin for me. All the descriptors of a motel during cowboy times all come from the westerns my grandpa watched when I was a kid so I can't say for sure if this is gonna be historically accurate. If there's anything you feel I should improve on in the future, don't hesitate to let me know! You can find progress updates on my stories and everything else I write in my pinned post every Wednesday.:)

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"Jihoon, I'm not sleeping on the floor!" You snapped, looking at your roommate for the night as he stood on the other side of the room, arms crossed, while putting all his weight onto the dresser behind him. He rolled his eyes, taking his hat off and placing it on the nearby dresser he was currently leaning up against.

"Well, neither am I, Dollface, so it looks like we're in some sort of predicament." He said, crossing his arms once more as his deadpan face fixated on your very clearly angry expression.

The nickname irritated you even more; he always used it for you and you alone. It didn't help that you were one of the only girls in their little gaggle of drifters; in a way, it felt demeaning. If you weren't angry enough knowing that you had to share a bed with the one person who always found a way to get under your skin, you were damn near fuming when the nickname left his mouth.

"Stop calling me that!" You snapped, stomping over to the bed and angrily yanking the neatly laid pillows from their spot on the bed to line them down the middle to create some sort of barrier between you two. It wasn't a foolproof solution, but it was a solution nonetheless.

Jihoon stood in place, his eyes following your every move as he chewed on the inside of his mouth.

"It suits you," he simply replied, shrugging to reinforce his nonchalant answer. You rolled your eyes, turning your back toward him so you could finish building the wall of pillows.

"Fuck off, Jihoon. I don't want to hear your excuses as to why you feel the need to call me dollface when we all know it's because you don't respect me enough to call me by my name." You didn't give him the satisfaction of looking back at him when you spoke.

Jihoon's response caught you off guard; in a matter of seconds, he was behind you, one hand around your waist and the other around your neck, effectively pinning you against his chest.

"You know, I've had about enough of your attitude," he growled into your ear. You couldn't help but gasp at the swiftness of Jihoon's actions. This was very out of character for him; Jihoon typically kept to himself, only really joking around with Seungcheol and Soonyoung.

"What're you going to do about it? Spank me?" You asked after you took a few seconds to regain your composure. The wavering in your voice hinted at the small bit of pleasure you were gaining from this stance alone.

"I just might," he said. You could hear the smirk on his face as he spoke, and he pulled away after what felt like forever. But he was just getting started. He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling you to lie across his lap.

Jihoon always worked swiftly and to the point; you didn't expect him to work like that in the bedroom, though, not that you were complaining. The way he threw you around like a doll was already working wonders for you; the harsh pulling of your dress and tearing of your stockings caused your thighs to press themselves together.

He noticed this subtle attempt to hide your arousal; he only smirked again and raised his hand to strike your ass. You jerked forward, letting out a noise that could only be described as surprised and slightly aroused.

"Fuck!" You whined, letting your head hang low and your hands grip Jihoon's thigh, preparing yourself for another spanking. Jihoon spanked each cheek five times, each spanking getting harder, which in turn pulled louder and louder whines from your throat.

Once Jihoon felt satisfied, he leaned back to admire the red marks his hand had painted onto your skin. He let his hand rest itself against your stinging ass, soothing the skin as his thumb gently rubbed circles into the flesh.

"Still feeling cocky?" He asked, his eyes fixated on the red marks that seemed to slowly disappear with time.

"And what if I am?" You asked, lifting your head just enough for Jihoon to hear you. He hummed in response, moving his hand from your ass to your heat, using his middle and ring fingers to tease your hole through your panties.

"Then I guess we're not finished here, are we?" He said this, feeling your panties become wetter and wetter with each pass of his fingers. You bit your lips as he teased you through the fabric of your panties, letting out a small whimper when he finally circled his fingers around the bundle of nerves that would have your head spinning if he kept circling around the flesh.

His movements were slow—painfully slow—causing you to push your hips back in attempts to get more friction against your clit. He smirked as he felt the wet spot on your panties get bigger each time he circled his fingers around your clit. Soft mewls were already leaving your lips by the time he pushed your panties to the side to further tease your cunt.

"J-Jihoon.." You whimpered, letting out a gasp when the finger used to circle your entrance finally pushed itself in. His pumps against your pussy slowly sped up just enough to leave you wanting more. He hadded one, then two more fingers, stretching you out as you squirmed on his lap.

"You're so wet, dollface," he hummed, ignoring the whine of irritation that left your lips, though it was quickly turned into a whine of pleasure as his fingers sped up.

"Lie down," Jihoon said, pulling his fingers out. You scrambled onto the bed, pulling your skirt off and unbuttoning your shirt, allowing them to fall into a pile next to your boots.

You watched as Jihoon stood, sucking your slick from his fingers while he grabbed his hat from the dresser. He placed the hat back on his head before undoing his belt, pulling it from the belt loops to let it fall onto the floor next to your clothes once he stood at the edge of the bed once more.

You bit your lip as Jihoon crawled his way between your thighs, his lips hovering over yours. You propped yourself on your elbows to meet him halfway. He gripped your face, forcing your mouth open with his thumb. His next action caught you by surprise—not that you didn't like it, but because you didn't expect to like it.

You felt him spit into your mouth, leaning in to leave bite marks against your neck and chest just as fast as the spit left his mouth and landed in yours. His bites trail down to your breasts, engulfing one of your nipples in his mouth while his hand pulls and prys at the other.

You whined as he alternated between nipples, maintaining eye contact as he kissed his way back up to your mouth. This time, rather than spitting into your mouth, he instead captured your lips in a heated kiss. He reached up to take the hat from his head, placing it on yours.

You moaned softly into the kiss, helping him adjust the hat to your head while you two fought for dominance via tongue. Jihoon won that battle, leaving no part of your mouth unexplored. By the time he pulled away, you were out of breath and damn near dripping.

"Don't let that hat fall off, princess, if you want to finish tonight." He said it sternly against your lips; you nodded in response, and your eyes lidded with pleasure.

"Yes, sir," you replied, meeting his lustful gaze as you spoke.

You weren't sure why he had you so needy already; he had barely touched you, and your arousal was already staining your panties and running down your thighs. He moved back down to the edge of the bed, taking one of the pillows from your pillow barrier to place under the small of your back.

"Hey! You ruined my wall!" You whined, only to be shut up when Jihoon pulled your panties off and latched his mouth to your clit. You let out a small moan, shuddering when you felt the length of his tongue lick from your hole and back to your clit in one swipe.

He ate pussy like a starved man, letting his tongue slip into your entrance a few times and softly moaning from the taste. The vibrations from his moan sent a wave of pleasure throughout your body as his fingers found their way into your entrance, his tongue finding its way back to that bundle of nerves that seemed to have a neon sign on it with how many times he'd found it with ease.

You moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out of your hole, his free hand pressing down on your abdomen to prevent you from squirming away. He hummed as his mouth gently tugged at your clit, his eyes scanning your face as you moaned and whined with pleasure.

Your head flew back as Jihoon's fingers curled up against that special spot inside you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge with each push Jihoon was giving you. He smirked in response to you holding his hat in place as your head hung back, and the hand that was holding you up flew down to tug at the man's hair. Jihoon felt his cock twitch in his pants as your walls clenched around his fingers, signaling you were close to a release.

"F-Fuck! Jihoon, I'm close!" You whined as the coil in your stomach began to tighten with each thrust of his fingers against your sweet spot. He nodded in response, moving his mouth closer to your entrance, the pumping of his fingers moving faster, his other hand rubbing circles into your clit and his tongue sucking at your innerfolds.

It took a few more pumps of his fingers for you to let out a wanton moan, your thighs beginning to shake as the coil in your stomach finally snapped and you released all over his mouth and fingers. He let out another soft, satisfied moan as you came all over him.

He pulled away after a moment, using both hands to sooth your shaking thighs as he looked up at you.

"Are you with me, dollface?" He asked, and it took you a moment to come back down from your high, only looking down at him once you came back to Earth.

His hair was disheveled from your harsh tugging, his lips were swollen and glistening with your release, and his eyes told you that you weren't done yet.

"Yes.. I'm okay," you panted softly. He left a small kiss on the inner side of each thigh, wiping his mouth with his hand as he stood at the edge of the bed. He pulled his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor, while he kicked his boots off alongside his pants and underwear.

Your mouth watered at the sight of Jihoon standing naked in front of you. The sight of a toned man pumping his cock in front of you was doing something for you. Finally, Jihoon lied next to you on the bed, pulling you onto his lap.

"Let's see how well you can ride, cowgirl," he teased, helping you slide onto his cock. He let out what sounded like a whine when you finally bottomed out, holding your hips as he waited for you to adjust.

His cock was bigger than any other cock you'd ever taken. It stretched you painfully, but it was a pleasurable kind of pain. You shuddered as each inch of his cock rubbed against your walls with each rock of your hips. It took you a moment to pick up a steady speed, bouncing your hips against his cock.

"Y-You're so big.." You whimpered, letting your hands rest against his chest. Jihoon seemed to have other plans, though; it seems that your pace wasn't satisfying enough or he just wanted to see how well you could hold on while simultaneously keeping his hat on your head. Jihoon planted his feet into the bed, thrusting up into you with a harsh force.

You moaned at his harsh thrust, barely having enough time to move your hands from his chest to his shoulders before Jihoon started pistoning his hips up into you. The force of his thrusts jostled your body around his lap; each moan coming from your mouth was interrupted as Jihoon's thrust never faulted.

Your moans were loud; you were sure the patrons in the other rooms could hear you. Your hand rested itself on Jihoon's hat once more as your head fell back. Jihoon moved his hands from your hips to the small of your back, pulling you down to lie on his chest as his hips abused the inside of your thighs.

The two of you felt the cords in your stomach begin to twist and turn, and Jihoon's thrusts began to stutter as he got closer and closer to the edge. Your moans and cries in his ear definitely didn't help with anything. "Jihoon.." You cried; you didn't even have to finish the sentence for him to understand what you were trying to say.

"Me too, princess," he panted, his hands smacking and gripping at your ass cheeks. He thrust his hips into yours a few more times, each thrust hitting your sweet spot. The moan you let out when the cord finally snapped was so loud, you were worried something fragile would break. Your walls clenched around Jihoon, pulling him closer to the end as he began to let out soft moans.

"Fuck, yes, cum on my cock, dollface," he moaned softly, the cord in his stomach snapping shortly after the words left his mouth. His thrusts halted long enough for him to release, slowly thrusting his cum into you. You buried your face into his neck, whimpering when he began to pull out.

"You okay?" He asked, rubbing your back reassuringly. He didn't pull out the rest of the way until you answered, worried he would hurt you if he pulled out too soon.

"Yeah, you can pull out now," you said. Your voice was hoarse from the screams Jihoon had been pulling out of you all night. Jihoon finally pulled out, his cum following shortly behind and staining the bed beneath you too. "Can you lay here with me for awhile?" You asked, ignoring the fact that both of you were in desperate need of being cleaned up.

"Let me clean you up first," he said. You whined in protest once he stood up, wetting a washrag with the pitcher setting on the dresser to clean you off. He helped you get dressed after cleaning himself off and getting dressed himself.

You snuggled into him as soon as he lay down, ignoring the chuckle that came from his mouth as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

"I thought you didn't want to share the bed?" He asked, watching as you tiredly tore apart your pillow wall to get closer to him.

"Shut up."

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Cod: mw ii characters and things they collect (pt.2)

Character(s): alejandro vargas, rodolfo "rudy" parra, valeria garza, kim "horangi" hong-jin, könig

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: mentions of gambling and anxiety

A/N: the second chapter is finally here! Hope you enjoy, as usual, don't be too afraid to share your thoughts :D

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro is a sentimental man without a doubt, someone who likes to remember as much as he can from his past — be it the good or bad. A habit he has learned from his father when he was younger was purchasing a postcard and a coin or bill of the local currency whenever they visited foreign countries. It didn't happen often unfortunately, so this goal was a little difficult to accomplish, but with the years spent in the military and now as a Colonel, he gets more opportunities to visit places he has never been before. To this day, he still gets a card from every new city he goes to as a memory that he was there once.

Some things that tie back into his sentimental nature are the photographs he keeps. There is a box in his office back at home, heavy from all the pictures he has stacked into the available space. Some of them are very old, paper faded and jagged, but the people on them are still recognizable. These are from his younger years, a few go back even as far in time where he only just started hanging out with Rodolfo. Others are still shiny and new, a few even have that fresh scent the paper acquires when the picture is made. These are mostly of the team, 141 and other seemingly random sights Alejandro felt worthy enough to capture (this man is a sucker for sunsets, you can't change my mind).

Alejandro has a few keychains he has received during the years, mostly from distant relatives or members of Los Vaqueros. The key to his front door contains 90% of them, although he doesn't like when there are too many weights next to such important objects. His favorite is undeniably the little cowboy hat they bought together with Rudy once, just after Los Vaqueros became an official thing. It never fails to make him smile, and he has a saying that goes along the lines of "As long as I have this, Los Vaqueros will be a thing."

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

As a kid, Rodolfo was always looking for little trinkets to keep. From seashells, rocks, feathers and pretty leaves, if something caught his attention, it was going home with him in his pocket. His favorites were undeniably rocks though; there are still quite a lot of them he has kept from all the years and refuses to get rid of for one reason or another. As Alejandro teased him before, Rudy is like a crow in this regard — although it's not shiny things he collects, just rocks he finds fitting to join his heap.

Something that has always fascinated him was lego sets. As a kid he didn't have the chance to own any, but now that he has a healthy paycheck, nothing is stopping him from purchasing different sets for his own birthday and similar occasions. The model he loves the most is probably the Great Pyramid of Giza, which he built in a single afternoon when he was on medical leave once. Although most of them don't have enough space in his house, his favorite ones are displayed somewhere: either on his office table, or on a shelf in one of the rooms.

There is a habit he couldn't stop ever since he was little, but didn't really want to either to be fair. Like most kids, Rodolfo enjoyed getting stickers and sticking them somewhere he found fit, even when someone told him no. As he grew older, he didn't want to waste them anymore, knowing he wouldn't be able to make use of them again once you plastered them on a surface. That was the start of his collection — ever since, he doesn't like the idea of putting them anywhere, only collecting all the stickers he gets in one big folder. He gets way too emotionally attached to most of them and he knows, but Rodolfo tries his best. Besides, we all need something to be passionate about besides work, don't we?

Plus fun fact: Rudy often gifts his friends and family stickers. At first, most found it confusing and unnecessary, but now everyone just finds it adorable and thanks him earnestly when they receive any. It's an ongoing joke between the Vaqueros that you will know the Sergeant Major likes you if he gives you stickers. Not to mention, they consider you family and part of the team once you receive any. It's really great.

Valeria Garza

It's no secret that Valeria enjoys painting her nails; the brighter and more feminine, the better. During the years, she unintentionally started collecting nail polishes as one does: if she saw a color she liked, it was bought with little to no hesitation, no matter how many bottles she already had at home. Valeria makes good use of all of them though, her nails are always nicely done and the colors change almost week after week.

Valeria couldn't deny her love for house plants even if she tried. She would never let her men see the plant mom side of her, but Alejandro and Rodolfo had the chance to witness her home. The living room is filled with greens: different, often hand painted vases on the shelves, tall houseplants in front of the big windows and even some vine-like plants curling over her walls. She makes sure not to overdo them, but every room that isn't her bedroom has at least one little flower.

Something that understandably makes her even more intimidating is her enthusiasm for swords. Don't get the wrong idea, she can't handle one and isn't overly tempted to learn either, but she loves their beauty all the same. One of the rooms in her house is kind of like a calming area, her favorite plants, furniture and pictures all gathered in the same place. Above the door, there is a hanger with a sword replica on top of it, but it's only noticeable when you actually look for it. If she could, Valeria would buy a few real ones, but she doesn't see the need for them, above the fact that they look good and bring her some joy. In the future, she just might learn their tricks however.

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

It might be ironic considering his unlucky history with gambling, but Horangi likes to collect special and unique looking game tokens. Under this category he will never consider the non-physical ones like crypto and such, in-game ones are those he loves, the ones that are actually collectable. It's no surprise that poker tokens are his favorite to look for, there are even one or two custom made ones he has gotten as a gift from friends (König and other KorTac members). He won't ever consider getting back into gambling because he has learned his lesson, but it doesn't hurt to collect unique items related to the hobby.

Another thing that keeps him connected to games are cards. Sure, he's especially awful at card games, but there are a few decks that caught his eye during the years and just couldn't resist to leave. One of his biggest prizes is a deck with completely black cards that glow in the dark, and the numbers and designs are only visible then.

Call him a poser, but Horangi loves sunglasses. Of course, during missions he can't always wear them, but around base and usually even at home, there is one hiding his eyes from curious looks. It became a comfort thing very quickly for him, so the reason why he wears them everywhere isn't purely fashion motivated (honestly, none at all, only just when he is out as a civilian). Horangi doesn't own that many pairs, maybe around six or seven, and like three of them are regular black ones, but the rest are different; they help him blend in, not to mention that a few of them match his everyday clothes and just spice his outfits up a little.

König

As a kid, König loved reading comic books, especially if they were superhero ones. It isn't necessary to say he collected them, but the amount of stacks he used to have in his room would surely qualify as such. Financially, he wasn't much to deal with as a kid; he ate a lot, sure, and new clothes were constantly needed because of his fast growth, but he never asked for anything from his parents, only new comic books to read through. Most of them are still hidden somewhere in his childhood room, and one day he's sure to read them all over again when he has the time.

Another habit he started as a kid and somehow never really grew out of is collecting dinosaur figures. Don't think about the big ones people usually put on shelves as decoration, König was always enthusiastic about the small ones that came in packages, multiple dinos in one. He used to have a dinosaur phase back in grade school, and if you ask him about a species, he can probably still ramble about the topic for hours to no end.

Something that might seem a little strange to others, but is totally usual for him is the pocket sized magnets he carries with himself. König generally fidgets a lot, either from anxiety or just absently while thinking or doing something else, and magnets are easy and satisfying to connect and pull apart. The fact that he likes the noise doesn't hurt either, it usually helps him focus on the task at hand.

#call of duty #cod #call of duty: modern warfare ii #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #alejandro vargas #colonel alejandro vargas #rodolfo rudy parra #rodolfo parra #valeria garza #könig #cod könig #kim horangi hong jin #cod horangi #things they collect #headcanons

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strawberrymilk-sunshine · 2 years

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Meant to be together

I am not doing fucking pumpkin knight Idia because I know for a fact if he were real/sentient/self aware he would murder me in cold blood for misunderstanding the lore of Creepy Hollow or whatever the fuck it's called so

haunted suit of armour/ghost Idia instead.

Warning(s): you're dragged into a grave/the land of the dead, yandere/delusional Idia, spoilers for book 6 (sorta, their backstory is mentioned but changed to fit the story)

There's a legend in your town... apparently, many many years ago, a man in jet black armour with haunting yellow eyes ran through as fast as he could carry himself, cradling a dying boy in his arms. It was assumed that he was a soldier from another land, come to signal the beginning of an all out assault on the town, due to the circumstances of the time, him unfortunately running through during the height of a magical war. The younger boy was brought to a hospital, but died before anyone could find out anything about him. It's said that while in custody, the mysterious armoured man worried endlessly for the dying boy- his brother. Soon after, under suspicions of being an enemy soldier, the armoured man was executed.

They say that on nights of a new moon, the ghost of the man haunts the suit of armour he once wore and continues running through the town, searching for his brother, unable to move on from this world.

You took a peaceful midnight stroll through the empty streets of the town, not being able to sleep. You don't often think about that legend, but tonight, you did. The stars shone in the sky but the moon did not, it's a new moon... it was a foggy night, and quite cold too.

You walked through the streets, and suddenly... you heard something. Something very unfamiliar. The sound of someone wearing armour, running. But that wasn't all you heard, no. You heard the voice of a person panicking.

"ORTHO! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

You looked towards the direction of the sounds. It was a man, roughly 183cm, with pale skin, haunting yellow eyes, hair of ghostly blue flame, and... jet black armour.

You couldn't believe what you were looking at. Looking at whoever this was... you couldn't help but see the similarities between them and the legend of the haunted armour.

"Hey, are you ok?!" You yelled to the young man, causing him to freeze in surprise. Shaking, he nervously pointed to himself. "Yeah, you! Is something wrong?"

"W-w-well, I'm, u-uh, I'm l-looking..." He hid his face from you in nervousness. "I'm looking... f-for my little brother. I-I haven't seen him in a long time, a-and I'm really worried about him."

Oh no oh no oh no he's definitely that haunted suit of armour you were always told about as a kid as a warning to not stay up too late.

"Really?" You asked, somehow keeping calm. "What's your name, sir?"

"Eh?! Y-y-you're a-asking for m-my name?!" He asked in shock. "Y-yeah sure! I-I guess I c-can tell you... i-it's..." He quieted down, and timidly told you his name. "Idia S-Shroud."

"I like that name." You said. "My name's (Y/N)."

"(Y/N)...? That's a, uh... cute... name..." Idia said, the tips of his blue flames turning pink. "(Y/N)... could you... c-could you help me find my brother...?"

"Oh! No, I should relly get going-" Before you finished your sentence, Idia grabbed tight hold of your wrist.

"Please. I promise it won't take long." He told you, his haunting yellow eyes piercing your soul.

"...right, o-ok, I can help you find your brother...!" You nervously responded.

Idia led you around the town, as the two of you searched for his brother, Ortho. But... you weren't able to find him. The sun's already rising.

"No luck, again... I'm starting to think, that... maybe I'll never find him." Idia sighed. "But (Y/N), I... let's both return to the depths of the land of the dead, together!!" He grabbed both of your hands.

"W-what?! Idia, no!" You protested. "Let go of me!"

"(Y/N), please hear me out! Y-you helped me! You're t-the first person in a century who t-tried to help me!" He insisted. "We're meant to be together, aren't we? Of course we are! WE HAVE TO BE!!"

Ivy wrapped around your feet, and it began to drag you into the dirt.

"I-Idia, wait, please d-!"

"Please quiet down..." He told you. "Just let it happen! It's a lonely life in the land of the dead, b-but it'd be so much better with you! We'll be wed, and you can forever help me in my quest!"

The vines dragged you into the dirt surprisingly quick. Before you knew it, you and Idia were shoulder-deep in what would become your grave.

"Well, you're already in the ground, so it's not like you can protest." Idia giggled.

Slowly, slowly, slowly... you were suffocated by the dirt.

And you would join Idia in forever wandering the land.

#idia shroud #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere idia shroud #yandere idia x reader #yandere idia shroud x reader #yandere idia

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booburry · 3 months

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Snippet Sunday; Gale Dekarios x F!OC

@fangbangerghoul for all the @'s for the Snippet Sunday's I missed. Got possessed by a Gale fic idea, may write it out in 3 short parts but here is the beginning and thought to share ♥♥

Setup: Tav & party just encountered Elminster on the road, Gale being in the travelling group. OC is a childhood friend who joined Elminster, for their own reasons, to find Gale when he disappeared.

Gale groaned as Tav joined Elminster in his false claim he had lost all of his decorum. If only Elminster knew the company he kept, then he would know Gale held all of the decorum—apart from Wyll who upheld his own most of the time.

The groan, in truth, was because Gale knew his response had been rude but the cryptic man said ‘she’ sent him, which could mean two different women—the prospect that either of them sending Elminster to find Gale left him with equal amounts of dread. Elminster now demanding food and drink before telling Gale this information only goaded him into further ill temperament.

“If it helps any, my dear boy, the query to your conundrum will be quickly answered.”

“Oh for the love of—” Gale managed to stop himself before cussing at the man who was not only a wizard he greatly respected but was also the closest embodiment to a father figure he had. Normally Elminster’s colourful cadence was something Gale found amusing, and often played into, but there seemingly was a time and place, neither of which was now! With another sigh, Gale pleaded with Elminster for a straight answer, “Just tell me if it was—”

A puff of pale green smoke appeared behind Elminster and out walked a woman Gale was not prepared to face. All of his anger and impatience melted as the heavy guilt and shame of his past actions crashed into him. Memories of the numerous times she had called upon him when he had locked himself away in his tower, the countless times she had cried out to and for him, and how he ignored every single one until it had been too late and he had been taken by the mind flayers.

Gods, he would gladly face the wrath of Mystra ten times over than have this ill-prepared meeting right now.

“Madison?” Gale called out, immediately recoiling as he saw her expression twist at his use of her full name, something he hadn’t called her since they were kids. He didn't even know why he called her by her full name, it just slipped out and unfortunately became another mistake he couldn't take back.

“Dekarios.” She muttered, arms immediately crossing over her chest, hitting him with an equally unnerving name choice.

He really wasn’t prepared for this.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x oc #gale romance #snippet sunday #booburry writes #bg3 fanfiction

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abellaheart-blog · 2 years

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kind of a halloween request I suppose? may I get headcanons on how the yugioh boys (seto, yami, yugi, joey, tristan, duke) would react to finding out their f! s/o was a werewolf (like the twilight kind that can shift on demand), when she has to protect them and has no choice but to reveal it? I think it would be interesting considering the whole yugi has a pharaoh who possesses him thing 😂

Oh nice I like werewolves 🖤🐺 sounds like a fun request. Happy October to you 🎃🎃 this was a lot of fun writing. I encourage others to make Halloween requests, yugioh or not.

Various Yugioh Boys x Female Werewolf Reader

Headcanons

Seto Kaiba, Yugi Muto, Yami Yugi, Joey Wheeler, Tristan Taylor, and Duke Devlin

Yami/Atem

He found out you’re a werewolf during battle city. He was cornered by Marik's men and they weren’t looking for a duel. They were beaten by Yami fair and square but unfortunately for him they’re all sore losers.

It wasn’t looking good for him. He was surrounded by three men so he could only do so much against them. He’s 5’2 and 97 pounds.

Yami was getting beaten and doing all he could to protect the millennium puzzle.

You happened to see your beloved pharaoh in trouble and you couldn’t stand to see him get beaten so badly. Two men were holding him while the third was punching at Yami.

You transformed in a werewolf and howled to grab their attention. Upon your growls and razor sharp teeth shown the four were all petrified. You attack the men in robes with warning bites and growls. They ran for their lives in fear. A werewolf should be impossible yet here you are proving them wrong. Their fear and shock consumed them as they ran away with their tails between their legs.

Yami didn’t recognize you at first but he soon recognized you due to your clothing and eyes. As a werewolf you keep your height, hair, hair color, eye color, and voice. Your fur matches your hair and your clothing are the same as he seen before he began dueling.

"My queen, is it really you..?" Yami asked with his jaw dropped.

"Yes... it's me. I'm a werewolf. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I was too afraid to. I wasn't sure how you would react."

Yami grabs your black clawed hands. Though razor sharp he shows no fear to you. He's giving you a reassuring smile.

"You should never fear speaking to me. I respect honesty but more importantly I respect you. Werewolf or not, you're still my queen."

You two hug and when Yami looks at you again you're transformed back into your human form. You both hold hands as you leave the alleyway.

Yugi Muto

Yugi was in big trouble when dartz had his soul trapped and transferred it into a duel monster. Yugi stood as a soldier awaiting the next attack on Yami.

Of course you couldn't have this be. Dartz has trapped the souls of your friends and your beloved Yugi. All the commands given to him wasn't within his heart. He would never hurt his friends or allow them to get hurt. Yami had no choice but to duel Dartz holding the souls of his friends.

Having enough you transform into a werewolf to protect Yugi and your friends against Dartz. Everyone became shocked by your transformation and howl. Dartz never saw it coming as you lunge at him attacking with full force.

The duel ended but thanks to you defeating the lost king of Atlantis. Yami was shocked by your defeat towards Dartz. All the souls returned to their rightful place and Yugi was within your arms again.

You cry tears of joy squishing him into a hug with your werewolf strength. Poor Yugi was relieved to be back but he was having a hard time breathing against such strength. When you realized what was happening to him you let go of him, apologizing.

He didn't mind the hug but you could see in his eyes how happy he was to see you even as a werewolf. Out of everyone he was the most surprised but he was also the quickest to accept it.

Your eyes, clothing and hair style stayed the same. Though your body is covered in fur matching in color with your natural hair color you still look so beautiful to him.

"Yugi I'm sorry I didn't tell you. It should've been sooner but I couldn't find the courage to. I feared I would scare you. I realize I was wrong from the looks of your cute smile."

"You're right. I still love you sweetheart but I don't want any secrets between us."

"I understand Yugi. I love you."

"I'll always love you." He reassures while holding your clawed hand.

You explain to the others what happened after you transform back to your human form. You found the courage to thanks to your encouraging boyfriend and king of games. Everyone was happy to be reunited.

Seto Kaiba

Kaiba was in some deep trouble at duelist kingdom. He was surrounded by men sent by Pegasus. Two of them were holding guns pointed directly at him. You knew Kaiba did all he could to try saving Mokuba but this was proving difficult.

You couldn't stand the thought of Kaiba getting shot at by bullets. He's reckless at times so you knew he would try running. You transform and growl loud enough to be compared to a lion. You threw their guns out of their hands in one swipe of your black razor sharp claws. They ran off not knowing what you were.

Kaiba knew it was you who saved him. His observant eyes recognizing your hair, eyes, and clothes. In your true form you look almost the same as your human self only you're covered in fur plus you have fluffy pointed ears and a tail.

"Seto you're okay! I was so worried you would be injured or worse!"

"I'm sorry I worried you.." He said in a soft tone. "Why didn't you tell me..?" He said with saddened blue eyes.

"I was afraid I'd scare you off.. that maybe you wouldn't want to date me anymore."

"I would never do that to you. You'll always be mine. You're my world."

You kiss Kaiba with your tail wagging. He kisses back eagerly. You explain to him you arrived to duelist kingdom to help him. You're equally as worried about Mokuba. You two head into the woods as you talk.

Joey Wheeler

It was after school and Joey was getting robbed by a gang. It was a group of guys. Joey was out numbered and he earned the money in his wallet for his sister's surgery.

You were walking back home when you noticed the awful situation Joey was in. You saw him getting beaten by the brutes. You decide to transform and scare them off. Thankfully you did since you didn't want to fight. It wouldn't be fair since you're so powerful and you don't wish to hurt others unless its self defense.

The gang members didn't bother fighting. They ran off as you howl and chase them away.

Joey was on the ground wondering what had happened. He couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't realize it was you until you talk.

"Is it really you?"

"Yes Joey it's me."

He looked at you up and down at your werewolf form. Same outfit, hairstyle and eyes. He thought you looked cute as a werewolf and complimented you. You giggle kissing his cheek since he's adorable himself.

He asks why you didn't tell him and you said you were afraid of scaring him. He laughed it off and said you shouldn't be afraid of telling him anything.

"I love ya no matter what, sweetie." He reassured.

After you transformed back into your human form he walked you home and listened to you about your werewolf background.

Tristan Taylor

Tristan was out on his motorcycle searching for Joey who had run after Mai. He had no idea Joey was currently dueling Valon.

Tristan had to get gas so he went off to a gas station. It was late at night so he no one was around as he was getting robbed by two men. He did his best to fight them off from stealing his wallet and keys.

You happened to be nearby since you were also searching for Joey. When you saw Tristan you screamed and decided you had no choice but to transform.

In your werewolf form you fought the two men. Tristan was speechless. When you said his name he knew it was you. He was unsure at first since he didn't think werewolves existed but who cares now that he knows he is dating one.

"Babe you're really a werewolf??"

"Yes, I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth. I wanted to wait for the right time to tell you."

"I'm glad you weren't planning to keep it from me."

"And I'm glad you took the news so well." You kiss his cheek.

Tristan hugs you and expresses how his feelings for you don't change. He does comment how he thinks nothing else will surprise him since he's already seen so much in his lifetime.

Duke Devlin

Duke got himself into a heated argument about dungeon dice monsters with a group of duelists from his school. They made fun of his game and insulted his looks as well. Clearly jealousy and hatred for his fame in the dueling community.

Insults soon turned to pushing then punches. The fight took place at the back of the school and it was after school when no one was around.

You heard the yelling and arrived to the scene in curiosity. As you suspected it was a fight but you didn't think your boyfriend would be involved! Four students were kicking him while he was on the ground.

You knew they wouldn't recognize you so you transformed. Maybe your human form wasn't any match against them but your true form was. You howled and growled matching in volume with a wolf. They suspected a wolf at first but when they realized it was a werewolf they all panicked.

You're glad you didn't have to resort to attacking them but you're sure you must've scared Duke. Looking over to him you notice he is still sitting on the ground. He is still perplexed by the situation. When you speak his green eyes widened.

"Duke please say something. Anything. I want to know what you think."

"I'm shocked werewolves exist.. but this doesn't change our relationship. I'm sure you had your reasons for keeping it from me." He smiles while standing up.

"Yes I waiting for the right time to tell you."

"I understand. I think you better change back before someone else might see you. Your secret is safe with me."

You transform back to a human but Duke was secretly a tiny bit sad by it since he found your werewolf form so cute.

You two walked to his car so he could drop you off home. His smile never faltered as he looked your direction. You're very happy he finally knows. During the drive you made sure to explain your werewolf background to him some more. As he was driving he held your hand the whole way home.

#yugioh headcanons #yami x reader #duke devlin x reader #yugi muto x reader #yami yugi x reader #tristan x reader #kaiba x reader #seto kaiba x reader #joey wheeler x reader #werewolf reader #female reader #request

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Demon Bride Ch29 Arrival

(Warning!!: Enmu IS his own warning. Possibly some innuendos. Mentioning of the Red Light District but THIS WIILL ABSOLUTELY STAY SFW AND NONE OF 'THAT STUFF' WILL EVEN BE MENTIONED!! IT. WILL. STAY. S F W!!! Rui being a bit sick. )

"Y/N-CHAAAAAANNN!~I love you.~ Please let me hold you in my arms!~ Call me a pervert!~ Call me pathetic again!~ Push me up against a wall!~ But please embrace me into your loving arms as you do so!!~"

"KNOCK IT OFF YOU PERVERTED PIECE OF CRAP!! SHE'S NOT INTO YOU LIKE THAT!! SHE WAS JUST THANKFUL YOU HAPPENED TO SAVE THE KID!!"

You just sat there happily with Rui sleeping in, and you wanted to go to sleep yourself but it was Impossible with these two shouting at each other. Enmu kept making advances to go towards your seat but was easily blocked by Kaigaku's larger form standing in front of the seat hissing back at him, although he looked less threatening in his human form. Every lean and move Enmu did was blocked by Kaigaku. A VERY wide and love struck look and smile painted on his features. You paid them no mind just trying to sleep to no avail. You thanked them and just wanted to rest.

"Respect the hierarchy system Kaigaku~," Enmu chastised leaning left only to be blocked again by a hand. "After all I rank higher than you, so you should do as I say.~ Aren't you the one always saying that we should respect the ranks?~"

"Not when it evolved my FUCKING fiance you asshole-"

"Both of you SHUT UP or I'll kick your behind! Rui's sleeping and frankly I want to too!"

"Y/n my begonia.~ Please allow me to help you achieve sweet dreams-"

Finally with an inhuman hiss, two strong hands grabbed onto Enmu's forearms and actually lifted the still smiling demon into the air and staring at Kaigaku's snarling, lipstick smeared face. "This stops NOW!" He growled lowly. "I mentioned I wanted to talk to you. And it's actually important this time."

Enmu cooed."More important than dear, sweet, fair maiden Y/n-chan?~"

"It DOES you lopsided perverted troglodyte!," He hissed back, ''But we can't talk here. It needs to be kept under wraps so to speak."

"Oh, I understand." He smirked cheekily. "Oh, Y/n darling.~ We'll be back in a moment dear.~ Kaigaku wishes to discuss some dissection methods.~"

You groaned leaning against the cool glass of the window. "Whatever. Just keep it down."

"You'll never keep your mouth shut will you?" Enmu only shrugged before he was literally carried away from the scene by Kaigaku. "Now listen carefully and don't cause any unwanted attention our way."

★★★★★★★

"A fully fledged demon you say? Her head was decapitated and regenerated?" Furious scribbling was heard as a pencil was jotting down words on a notepad. "Survived a stab to her stomach that she also regenerated? Aura changes...." A bold brow rose at the black haired samurai. "And she changed right back? Blood demon arts being performed? AND she doesn't remember a thing?!"

Kaigaku nodded arms folded. He had explained everything about the events that transpired from the start of what Rui told him happened with Kyogai's mansion all the way to the part where they first boarded the train sparing no details. Enmu had finally shut up about 'loving' HIS fiance and wrote down at least four whole pages worth of new Intel. Enmu was all but eager to learn about AAAALLLLL of this. His smile gone replaced with hums of thought.

"I was hoping you'd be able to tell me something about what the hells been going on here. You got anything from studying that blood?"

After a silent moment of just writing Enmu finally answered him by shaking his head no. "Unfortunately not. Both of the samples I took from her are completely normal human DNA, except for the strange flower smells they give off. I couldn't find anything that would make those smells, or anything out of the ordinary for that matter." He paused for a moment before looking up at him. "Which reminds me. I don't suppose that any of those demons who attacked you mentioned any weird smells?"

"...I think one mentioned aster blooms but Im not sure." More writing made him hiss. "What's the point in even telling you this if you aren't even any help?!"

"Well it gives me more to work with...I think I'll need another blood sample from her. If the battle you told me about was just three days ago then maybe there's still something fresh in her bloodstream that'll give me answers."

"I doubt that. Her entire body blood and all smells strongly of human again. If you got anything now, it won't be any good."

Enmu hummed disappointed. "A shame. It would've been really beneficial but I don't have any blood from that night."

The sentence made Kaigaku paused. Eyes going wide before slowly looking over to him. "Hey... That's not true." A lightbulb went off in his head before looking at him. "We do have blood from that night! Blood stains!" Enmu blinked obviously confused. "There's blood stains on her dress from her injuries that night!"

Enmu perked up. "Demon blood....If that blood was spilt while she was a demon then there might be a chance there's something in there leftover from her transformation!"

"Would it be any good though? It's a dried stain."

"I could still examine the dried blood cells. Even if there's nothing, it would be good to have it on hand. Do you think you could get me a sample?"

"Drop us off outside the Entertainment District as fast as you can and I'll get you it right now. Just don't tell her anything yet about this. I'm keeping her stress levels down for now."

"Deal! After all, the faster the better!"

...

Purple eyes opened up slightly from something slightly jostling her body but the world was still clouded by sleep. "Alright. Here's a piece of cloth from where that stab wound was. That's about as direct from the source as you can get." Something warm was dropped back over her. "Careful with it."

A pair of metal tweezers carefully plucked the torn off small piece of cloth from Kaigaku's palm. It's once pretty yellow fabric was destroyed by the dark red stains fitted across it. Yes. This would do nicely. He admired the pretty rust coloring before the cloth was safely shoved inside a small glass jar and a lid was screwed on top sealing it inside.

Enmu smiled widely with delight. "Yes. This will work nicely. It'll take me a week to finish my normal duties around the provinces but I should be able to investigate this later." The jar was then safely dropped inside the briefcase which shut with a click. "But rest assured, it'll be in goo hands."

"Better be. I don't trust you as far as your sanity goes. And there's not lot going on in your head."

"Aw.~ You pay attention to my brain?~"

"JUST GET US TO THAT DISTRICT!!"

"Hmhmhm.~ As you wish, Kaigaku. But I would be keeping a VERY close eye on her from here on out in case it happens again. If it does, see if you're able to get me a fresher sample."

Footsteps walked away as purple eyes blinked widely and tiredly as the world refocused and there was something black huffing before plopping itself down next to you. "Fucking assholes."

"Kaigaku?"

"Ah!" He nearly jumped from his seat when you, with wild bed head, smeared make up, and bags under your pretty eyes. Which slowly blinked. "Holy hell. Don't do that!"

You only yawned. "What time is it,?..How long have I been asleep?"

"Hmph. It's not morning yet I can tell you that much. Go back to sleep."

"Where are we going?," You asked instead turning your head to the window. It was still very much dark outside. "...I'm not sleeping until I know."

"Oh my GODS! You're more stubborn than a literal mule! Fine! If you must know we're going to the Red Light District."

There was silence only the sounds of the train speeding by. Your brain still fuzzy from lack of sleep processing what he said slowly.... Before purple eyes slowly widened and widened and widened to the size of plates and you turned to look at him. He stared back.

"What?"

"The Red Light District? As in....THE Red Light District?!"

"Yeah." He looked lightly surprised. "You know about that from your side of the mountain?"

You deadpanned at him. "Even if I never went anywhere EVERYONE knows what 'that' place is!" You frowned now. "And we're heading THERE?! Oh no! Nuh uh!" You shook your head arms shifting the weight of a dead asleep Rui in your arms. "There is absolutely no way I'm taking Rui into a place like that! Are you insane?!"

"What?! It's a perfect plan! No one sane would think to look there for you!," He insisted which only made you narrow your eyes more at him. "We're not even going to 'that' part of the district with those women! We're heading towards the market place in the frontal parts away from it all. You won't even be disturbed by the gritty bits." He explained further with a sigh and a hand rubbing his temples. "There's an inn there that's a secret sanctuary for any Upper Moons conducting business in the area or just passing through. But usually it's just used as a vacation house whenever Douma comes around the area for his own perverse reasons.'' With a deep inhale he turned back to you seriously. "But there's also another reason I chose that place."

"And that brilliant idea is?"

His eyelid twitched. "The men who attacked you aren't initiated into the Kizuki officially yet, so they wouldn't know about any of these places. If you're stashed there then you'd be safer than anywhere else."...Ok. You supposed that logic made sense now. And honestly it did kinda make sense from a demon's standing point. "We just need to sneak you both in there without attracting a lot of attention. That's what the disguises are for. Who'd look twice at a couple humans just walking down the street?"

"....I hope you're right about this."

"You're going to have to trust me on this. Believe it or not I'm trying my best here."

"I know..." Your expression softened. "I'm sorry. But...thank you. For saving us.'' He paused when a soft hand held his arm. "You saved us back there and I should thank you for that, but I guess Im just overwhelmed. I haven't expected my life to turn into one massive run away trip."

He stared at you, then at his arm, then back to you...before looking away with a huff. "Yeah. Well you should be grateful. I'm nearly exhausted from fighting and traveling. I didn't sign up for any of this you know, especially when a shrimp imprinted on my fiance."

There was silence before you spoke again. "You know we're not really engaged right?"

"...Come again?"

"I SAID we're not even engaged." You remembered you never really spoke to him about this but you needed to get this all straightened out now and not later. "I never accepted your proposal."

He stared at you blankly. "....What?"

"Dammit, Kaigaku. Do I have to repeat myself?" You poked his shoulder. "When you gave me this necklace I had no idea you were proposing to me."

"WHAT?!"

"I had no idea you were proposing to me until Kyogai explained your whole courting culture to me! I thought you were just trying to suck up so Akaza wouldn't kick your ass. I only wore it this long so you wouldn't throw a fit over me not accepting your gift! I had no idea it was a romantic gesture!" You inhaled deeply before saying. "Kaigaku. I was never interested in marrying you."

Silence.

The only sounds coming from the train as it rattled along. Kaigaku just...blankly staring at you. After a moment your hands reached up to your neck and tugged on the strings until they loosened and fell. The smooth surface of the magatama falling into your hands before they were held out. Kaigaku flinched and blinked when his hand was grabbed and it was placed back in his possession.

"Here. You should take this back now. You lost two just to get us this far, it wouldn't be fair if you lost a third, so just take this and accept the outcome." You dropped it in his hand and turned away from him back to the window breathing a sigh. There. It was done at last. He could throw a tantrum all he wanted but it was done and off your hands. One more problem solved.

Kaigaku however remained oddly silent. Just blankly staring at his hand and the magatama. In fact...he was silent for so long you nearly fell asleep back against the window and you would've if you hadn't felt it. The feeling of something thing on your neck. It made you jump back away and yelped at just how close Kaigaku was to your face, and his hands were busy tying something around your neck.

"Kaigaku! What are you doing?!"

He didn't answer until the string was tied around your neck once more and the taller male backed off. "There. That should be a good replacement."

You blinked.. before a hand reached up to touched your neck. It was a string firmly tied around it and soon after you felt the familiar smooth surface of a magatama charm. Bewildered you gave Kaigaku a look as he just gave you a half lidded look.

"The other one was damaged. That one is better suited for you."

"... Didn't you just hear what I said?" You rose a brow. "I didn't accept your proposal."

"I heard you. This isn't a proposal, it's a courting gift now." Your eyes went wide. "Don't give me that look. Did you really think I was going to give up on you that easily? I've thought about it and from where I'm standing I have at least seven other competitors. If I can't be engaged to you then I'm sure as hell going to be in the running for it."

You gawked at him. "Seven?! Where the heck did you get the idea that I have seven suiters on my ass?"

"It's obvious Kyogai and Akaza feel the same way about you that I do." He nearly growled. "Now Enmu's got that idea into his head, and there's the assholes you charmed somehow. I need to keep you undercover for a while. The woman instincts you have is bad for men."

"What's THAT supposed to mean?!"

"It means you need to shut up now and get some sleep! I'll wake you up when we're close. We won't be there until near sundown tomorrow anyways so that should give you plenty of time to rest."

You frowned at him...but soon found yourself lulled back to sleep and soon after fell back into a world of darkness.

...

"Hey! Wake up already!" Something shoved you back and forth until you woke up with a snort and found Kaigaku staring down at you but it was way brighter, day time had arrived. "Get up. We're nearly there and I have to cover the shrimp's head back up."

So that was fun. Turned out for whatever reason you just slept until almost sundown the very next day until Kaigaku woke up and had you help him wrap the blue obi back around Rui's head to cover up his head again so 'no one would recognize him' but this time you made sure that he didn't cover up his mouth to help him breath better. The reflection of you both in the window was... Nothing like you expected. There was you. Wearing an oversized coat obviously too big for you, bad bed head, and make up so smeared that you could've been mistaken for a monster. Then there's Rui who looked wrapped up enough to survive a blizzard with Mitch matched clothes of all colors. ..Whelp. Kaigaku was right about one thing. No one would tell who you were in this get up. You both looked too ridiculous. Hopefully if you just kept your head down and hurried no one would pay attention to you under the cover of many people and the darkness of night. The train rolled to a complete stop and Kaigaku pulled you up and off the train pretty quickly, you had to carry Rui as he was still asleep and try to keep up with the fast pace Kaigaku set. You guessed it was a good thing Kaigaku wouldn't let go of your arm because you were sure you would've been swept away as soon as you stepped off the train. You could only blink once bright lights hit your eyes but once you saw clearly...Your. Eyes. Widened.

THE AREA WAS HUGE!! YOU'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE!!

BRIGHT LIGHTS WERE EVEYWHERE!! It nearly blinded you by the amount of lanterns and lights glowed warmly against the sky, when you looked up it was almost completely night again. The sun was just setting giving a small bit of light left. But that wasn't the most shocking bit. PEOPLE WERE EVERYWHERE!! TONS OF THEM!! All human too. Walking around, shouting at one another, talking loudly, and sometimes carrying objects like bags and boxes. The murmuring of voices together was loud enough to be a buzz like that of a bee hive. It rattled your head in a way that was unpleasant and new. You hissed and yelped as a strong arm pulled you against Kaigaku's side as a swarm of people ascended to board the train as fast as possible. It took a moment but you realized that you all were standing on the platform of a train station. The buildings surrounding the people were bigger than any of the ones back in your village. Two or three stories each. At the base of said houses were small stalls and wagons the tons of people swarmed but you couldn't see what they were about, there were too many different faces. It was dizzying.

"Where are we?"

"I told you. This is the marketplace of the district. All of these buildings are mostly small businesses or homes for the rich assholes who run the places." He scowled before huffing and the arm around your shoulders tightened. "Come on. Keep your head down, and act as normal as possible. We don't want to attract any unwanted attention even from bystanders."

You had no choice but stumble along as he pulled you along with him and tighten up your grip on Rui whom still slept soundly against you. How he could still sleep through everything was beyond you. You were pulled along with the taller demon and couldn't help but look around the scenes and people, they were hard to miss since Kaigaku just pushed your forms past people down the middle of the street making others curse at him or give annoyed looks not that the demon cared for.

"W-Where are we going?"

"The inn. Keep your voice low," he hissed, "Are you trying to get us caught?"

"Well it'd be nice to know how far we have to go-"

"Mother, I'm hungry."

Smack!

Kaigaku facepalmed himself. "Oh great. What a great time for him to wake up. Just keep him quiet. The inns not far from here now."

"What bit his tail?"

You shushed Rui who seemed less interested in the people and more interested in the delicious smells of food in the air. You were too to be honest. It felt like an eternity since you last ate and your stomach rumbled the more food stalls you passed. The sweet aromas of honeyed cakes and sweet meats mixed perfectly with each other in a way that was mouthwatering. You hoped there would be food once you got there. There was more pushing more shoving and Kaigaku pulling you both constantly down the long stretch of road only to sharply turn you left, and then right, and then a left again down another road until he forcibly made you stop just outside an alley way, looked around,....and then pushed you down into the darkened pathway with a yelp before ducking in himself. You gave him a frown but he only pushed you further down the dark path. The light was blocked out from houses making it hard to see, but you could see enough to spot discarded barrels or crates here and there full of old trash that overflowed out onto the street. This was a way to an inn? Guess this would be the last place someone would expect to find an inn at. He had you walk until you both turned a corner behind a house leading to nothing but a dead end. ...A literal dead end with nothing else here. Literally nothing. After a silent moment you and Rui exchanged looks before you looked to Kaigaku but again paused when you found the demon pushing on random wooden boards with his hands on one of the walls.

Your brow rose. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to remember which one of these dam planks opens the door! Give me a break! It's been twelve years since I was here!" He pushed against a wooden board above his head before cursing and just hitting the wall in frustration. CLICK!! He froze as a small clicking noise sounded. From under his palm a small thin piece of the wall slid in and away from view of you both. "....Hmph! See? I told you I'd find it."

You would've rolled your eyes but- "Who wishes to enter the Red Sanctuary?" A raspy old voice called out from the thin hole in the wall which made you jump and blink at it.

"Lower Moon Two." Kaigaku stared directly at the hole hands on his hips. "Open the dam door and let us in." You leaned over to peer at the blood shot eyes peering back out at you all. "We don't have all day old woman."

The eyes turned at you. "Mmm. Traveling with a companion?"

"If Douma can bring twenty of his followers with him then I can bring one woman!"

The eyes glanced between you both before looking back at him knowing. "If you wanted a lady's company there's-"

"ITS NOT LIKE THAT!!," He bellowed at the woman's eyes. "IM ASSIGNED TO LOOK OUT FOR HER!! NOW OPEN THE DAM DOOR!!"

The eyes looked at a part of his face. "...Mmm hmm. If you say so." Kaigaku growled and the hole was closed again only for there to be a larger clicking sound and a bigger part of the wall the size of Akaza fell away and revealed an old lady demon. She was about your height, with a plain blue kimono, two large fangs sticking out of her bottom jaw, and looked old enough to be your grandmother. "Welcome to Red Sanctuary, Lord Moon Two. It's a surprise to see you here." She welcomed with a bow but sounded bored. "Why don't you and your guests follow me and we'll get you settled?"

"That's more like it!"

Grabbing your arm again, Kaigaku pulled you in right behind him and the old woman leading the way through a hallway within the side of the alley with the door closing behind him. The hallway looked just the ones Kyogai had in his mansion and lit by lanterns filled with candles that lit up with a friendly warm glow, it was certainly a step up from the buzz outside. They continued walking until she stopped in front of a sliding door and bowed again.

"This would suffice for the three of you, unless you request a separate room for yourself, Sir." The old lady said raising a brow again staring at a part of his face.

"It's fine. Get us some food and towel, and get her a kimono to wear." He paused to glance at Rui. "And send for a doctor."

"Congratulations, Sir. It's always such a beautiful thing seeing young families blossom."

"The hell are on now old lady?"

"The doctor I assume is for your expecting lover is it not?"

The whole room suddenly turned a hundred degrees hotter as you both yelled, "WHAT?!"

"NO. THE HELL. IT'S NOT!!" The red faced samurai pointing at Rui. "THE DOCTOR IS FOR THE KID WHOS RUNNING A FEVER RIGHT NOW! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU EVEN GET THAT IDEA!?"

"My apologies. I'll get you everything you need in just a moment. Please pardon me." The old lady bowed again and turned to leave as the seething samurai yelled out in frustration.

SLAM!! The door was thrown open before Kaigaku pointed inside. "In. Just...IN!" Was all he was able to get out through his gritted teeth before stomping his way inside. "How could she possibly think something like that?!"

Rui deadpanned bluntly. "Probably because you still have lipstick on your mouth."

".....WHAT?!"

You leaned over to peer into the room only to find Kaigaku looking into a mirror hung on a wall. His red face looked panicked reflected back at him, and his eyes looked directly at the red lipstick still smeared across his lips from last night. The same kind you were still currently wearing... before he furiously began to wipe his lower face on his sleeve. Rui pointed and laughed but you quickly shushed him when Kaigaku snapped to your form in the doorway. .. Silently he walked back towards you with a frown and you blinked when he just pushed right past you.

"Stay in the room until I come back."

"Where are you going? We just got here."

"You'll need new clothes. You can't just keep walking around soaked in dried blood. I'll have to get you a new kimono and discard of any evidence."

"Evidence? Something tells me you're used to covering things up."

"A lot more than you think. It'd be good to blend in as much as possible while you're here, so you'll be needing something in style for everyone else here. Even if you'll just be staying inside-"

"Oh Nuh uh! No way!" You frowned at Kaigaku. "I've been forced to stay inside forever and now I have to stay more inside?"

"Just until this entire thing is sorted. Don't argue with me."

"Kaigaku I refuse to be stuck inside and trapped again."

"You might be crazy enough to risk your own safety but are you really going to risk his? What if one happens to recognize you and pieces together where the kid is? Do you really want to risk him being taken away?" You fell silent. "That's what I thought. I'll be back in a while.i have to make sure we weren't followed. The head maid here will make sure you have some food and clean clothes. You just stay put and take care of the shrimp."

Then he left leaving you standing there.. before you frowned and turned back into the room. Now you had a good chance to look over it. Holy crap. THIS PLACE LOOKED JUST LIKE OUT OF A RICH MAN'S MANSION!!! There was a giant futon that looked like it was made of the softest fluffiest blankets ever. There wasn't any windows but a bright giant chandelier with candles hung above, illuminating the pretty paintings and mirrors and vases lining the walls. In the middle of the room was a bear skin rug and on top of it was a small wooden polished table. The whole place felt like a dream. Eventually Rui wriggled out of your grasp and trotted over to a secondary door leading to what looked to be a decently sized bath room. It was like the one back in Kyogai's mansion only smaller and slightly more fancy. Eventually the old lady from before returned to you with clothes, and towels in her arms with a younger servant with a giant metal pot in her hands.

"Forgive us for the delays miss. But we have others guests to prepare for as well. I do hope you enjoy your stay with us."

"Other guests?"

"Yes. Very soon a very important guest and his servants will stay with us for some time, but do not worry. They won't be staying for long as they're just passing through and won't be taking your room."

"Oh." You wondered who that could've been. Perhaps it was this mysterious 'Master' whomever he was. "What food is that?" It smelt delicious and very similar to soup.

"Hotpot, Ma'am. It should be enough to tide you over. However I'm afraid I won't be able to provide you with any doctors. I am not allowed to reveal the location of Red Sanctuary to anyone who is not a Kizuki or under their employment."

You paused at what she said...but nodded. "It's ok. Rui isn't running any fevers right now so he should be alright."

Enmu said he only needed to rest for a few days and get plenty of food. So this should be perfectly fine. You thanked the ladies and from there it was a typical night almost like back at Kyogai's mansion. You both got cleaned up and then ate. You were sure Rui was feeling a lot better now cleaned up and gorging himself on most of the giant pot's contents of mushrooms, and meats, and broth. You yourself felt better not having to wear that make up anymore and the plain kimono you were given was better than the one with tears. The hotpot was good, was actually nothing that you'd ever tasted before. Fine meats and mushrooms. That night might've been the best sleep you had in a while but come morning the next day you awoke to a strange sight. Kaigaku was back and once again he was sporting that human disguise but this time his obi and black coat was back on his body, and he was staring right at you.

"About time you woke up. I've been waiting all night."

"Kaigaku?" You blurily blinked from the soft blankets of the futon. "W-What's going on?"

"We need to talk. I've been ordered to go back to the mountain border."

It took some time to fully comprehend the gravity of what he said but it had sunk in eventually and had you shooting up fast. Rui groaned but only burrowed further into the blankets. "What?!"

Kaigaku looked like he expected your wife eyed shock reaction because he only sighed where he sat. "Yeah. There's no other way to put it."

"You have to go now?! But we just arrived literally yesterday!"

"I expected that too. Apparently I pissed some higher ups when I left my post without telling anyone."

"Who? Your Master?"

"My Mentor." You looked at him confused. "Kokushibo. He's the second most powerful demon both in and outside of the Kizuki. He's pissed I left my post on the border and didn't help Kyogai stabilize his situation. I TRIED to explain it to him -" he threw up his arms with a growl. "-but he said Akaza was the one who was supposed to handle humans and he wants me to go back while he's away!"

"What about the demons that tried to take Rui?!"

"That's what I came to tell you." He inhaled deeply, slowly before letting it out and reaching a hand up to rub his temples. "*Sigh*.... I'm supposed to go back. I can't disobey him. You're going to have to wait here for Akaza."

"Akaza?!"

"Kokushibo's not happy. He's pretty pissed that there's five idiots who not only destroyed an important building but fucked up another job they were supposed to be doing." He held up his hands. "So-... Akaza was going to take care of Kyogai but Kyogai FUCKING panicked when he couldn't find, so Kyogai contacted Kokushibo. Then Akaza showed up and of course Kyogai told him so now Kokushibo told Akaza to go get me to help but I'm here with you, and now he's pissed I left my post without telling him. So Akaza was ordered to bring Hantengu's sons to him for questioning, I'm supposed to go back until Kokushibo can send assistance to Kyogai, Akaza is going to be the one to come take care of you within a few days, and Kokushibo's pissed because he's already dealing with a whole bunch of shit on top of this and I'm pissed because I can't be here for you!!" At the end of his rant he breathed heavily and you just sat there wide eyed.

"...Then what's going to happen to us here?"

His shoulders dropped. "Akaza is coming to fetch you four days from now. So including today that makes about five days you'll have to wait. He'll deliver those assholes to the Infinity Castle and then come get you here. He'll be bringing you back to his estate until things get assessed by Kokushibo himself. This thing is a right mess!"

"Then... I'm just going to wait here? For five days?!"

He nodded. "I'm risking being in more trouble because Iwas waiting for you to wake up to tell you." He then pointed. "I need you to stay here and take care of the kid until he arrives. But ...I need to know you won't leave this place until Akaza arrives. You're as stubborn as an ass, but I think you'll listen for the kids sake."

"....Do you really have to do this?"

"If I don't I'll be in bigger trouble and possibly put you in danger. It'll be better for everyone else if I left and you stay here. It's already been arranged, I talked to the head maid and paid for your stay in advance. You'll be fed and given plenty of privacy...Gods. I wish this hasn't happened. "

"It's alright. I'm used to handling things by myself, but could you..maybe...W-When does the next train leave?" Your hands tightened slightly on the blanket.

"I missed the morning train to tell you the news. The next one leaves in a few hours."

"Could-...Could you stay with us until you have to leave?"

"Even if you told me to go away, I'd keep my ass here until then."

You chuckle which made him pause. "I'm happy to hear that."

"Oh. I almost forgot something." You watched as he reached behind him and pulled out a green leafed fan, and held it out to you. "Here. If you need to defend yourself in anyway, use this."

You slowly took the strange leaf weapon from him, looked it over, before looking back at him holding it up. "What is this?"

"A weapon. I stole it from one of the demons who attacked you and tried it out. It works like this. It magically summons wind to blow things away, so the harder you flap it the more powerful the wind gust will be. Use it if you need to protect yourself if you need to. It's not a very deadly weapon but it'll be enough to protect you with. But only use it if you really have to!" He stressed pointing at you seriously. "And I mean ONLY if you really need to. It'd be best to not draw unwanted attention."

A weapon huh? That sounds promising to you. You were grateful to Kaigaku for once. However...

Things really did never go how you planned. Fate ALWAYS has the final say, and unfortunately fate and destiny was never really a kind hand who dealt pathways.

Kaigaku left that very evening. After telling you about a THOUSAND times to 'stay the hell inside' and 'dont draw any attention to yourself ' and to 'under no circumstances do NOT leave the dam sanctuary!' You agreed and repeated yes so many times that you could fill a whole book with just the amount of yeses you spoke out loud but he seemed satisfied enough to go before leaving to catch the train out of town leaving you with the sole responsibility to care for Rui. It's alright. You were used to taking care of yourself and other people. After all you took care of your grandma for years before she passed away, and you've been practically taking care of Rui since he first fell in your lap. This would be fine. You just had to stay inside and wait for Akaza in a few days. Sounded simple enough and for a bit it was. The rest of that day Kaigaku left was uneventful, you just spent the rest of the day in your room. Rui slept for most of that day but woke up when a lady came to deliver dinner and some water but right after he fell back asleep again leaving you to just sit there until nightfall eventually made you retire to sleep. The very next day was much like the first. Rui slept in but woke up when breakfast, lunch, and dinner was served but right after went right back to sleep. He sure had a healthy appetite. You supposed that was due to not being able to eat for a few days and that fever scare he had took a lot out of him. At least when he was asleep he'd be easy to handle however it just left you sitting around with nothing else to do but wait in your room. You're bored. Usually Kyogai would've lent you a book to read by now and you'd happily read it to pass the time. You'd just have to wait and be patient.

However... Disaster again decided to rear it's ugly head that night.

It started when you just retired for the night two hours early. Figured that if you didn't have anything else to do you'd just retire and get some useful sleep. However you weren't even asleep for an hour before you were shooken away again by small pale hands and were met with Rui's face looking like he was about to cry.

"Mother? I don't feel very good."

You pushed yourself up in an instant despite the sleepiness you felt blinking and rubbing at your face. "Rui? What's wrong? Are you alright?!"

"I'm too hot. I can't sleep anymore."

Your stomach dropped. Oh no...NOT AGAIN!! A hand instantly slapped itself onto his forehead only to feel how warm he was. "You're running a small fever. Oh no."

"Is it..bad?"

No. Not yet. Rui's little fever wasn't anything to worry over, but it could progress into something else that was much worse, and here you were without medicine. If it got worse ...You stood up suddenly making Rui blink before he also stood up. What to do? What to do?! That lady wouldn't let you bring a doctor here! Not after what she said! But...YOU COULDN'T take Rui out. He traveled enough against his will and you COULDN'T risk him getting caught by anyone again. ....There wasn't any choice. You'd have to go out and get him medicine yourself. You didn't really want to buy it was the only way you could get what Rui needed. It shouldn't be too long. Just go to the doctor, get medicine, and come back.

"Where's that weapon!? I'm heading out."

"I'm coming too!" Rui followed holding up a hand.

"No." You stopped him turning around and holding up a hand. "You're too sick. I can't risk a repeat of last time, and it'll be faster if I just went out by myself. I'll be back before sunrise tomorrow anyways. I know my way back. But I just need you to stay here."

"But-"

"No buts Rui. Not this time. You're just gonna have to listen to me just this once. Now to back to bed and STAY HERE until I come back. That's an order, Rui. Listen to your mother."

You found the weapon. You left the room. After assuring Rui whom started to tear up a little bit, you would be back soon. Very soon. You weren't gonna let Rui get worse again. Not by a long shot. In the hallway you ran into a maid carrying towels, and told her to care for Rui and to show you the way out. She did and you found yourself out in the alley way again where you first came in. Alright. Here we go. You just had to get that medicine and come right back here. With a determined face and deep inhale of breath and the comfort of the fan weapon tucked in your kimonos obi, you marched off down the alley quickly to return soon.

However

Fate rather likes to make things difficult for you.

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