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Astarion x f!reader, Astarion x Tav

Summary: The party is taking the night off. You're convinced to wear a dress, and Astarion just can't control himself.

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, Semi-public sex, caught in the act?

Word Count: 3.2k

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Standing in front of the mirror, you pull at the dark green fabric, tugging it down this way and that. You try again to tie the corset but give up quickly. You swing your hips, and the flowy skirt swishes, tickling the skin above your knees. Looking yourself up and down, you zone in on your hips, squirming at the fabric extenuating your curves. So much skin on display makes you want to steal someone's spare cloak to hide in. You weren't one to be self-conscious, but you're used to donning armor and leather, not this scrap of fabric Karlach had convinced you to buy.

You should just change. Grab some leggings and one of Astarion's shirts, and call it a night. You didn't need a dress to catch his eye; you know how Astarion feels about you; wearing a dress won't change that. Backing away from the mirror, you're just about to rip the dress off when Karlach bursts into the room, Shadowheart following behind her at a much tamer pace.

"Soldier!" Karlach squeals, stopping suddenly in the middle of the room. She slaps her hands on either side of her face. "You. Are. Gorgeous!" Your face burns as Karlach pounces on you, spinning you around to give her the best view from every angle. Heat creeps up your chest and you giggle awkwardly.

"She's right, you look stunning," Shadowheart smirked and added, "Ten gold Astarion won't be able to keep it in his pants."

"20, he won't make it to a room," Karlach shouts.

"Gods! You both are ridiculous." You squeal, swatting Karlach's hands away and stepping back from her excitement. You huff and fix your skirt. Crossing your hands over your chests, you glare at the girls before timidly looking off to the side. "So, I don't look silly?" The hesitation is evident.

"All joking aside, I assure you, soldier, you are beautiful. And I know for a fact Fangs won't be able to keep his eyes off of you."

You beam under Karlach's compliment, doing a few excited calf raises because you have no idea how else to handle her words. Shadowheart moves towards you and fixes a fallen strand of hair. She gives you a soft smile and moves to finish lacing your corset, patting your arm when she’s done.

"Now we should go. The others are waiting downstairs," Shadowheart motions everyone to the door, letting you take a moment to slip your shoes on.

After months of endless travels and brutal battles, the party decided to take the evening to drink, relax, and enjoy each other's company. A night to forget the tadpoles and the Absolute. All except Lae'zel, who scoffed at the idea, were joining in on the fun.

Descending the stairs, you slammed with the melody of lively tunes played by a band of minstrels, competing with the animated conversations of patrons. The music, infused with the spirit of celebration, is so loud that it vibrates through the wooden beams of the tavern. The dance floor is alive with energetic movements as couples twirl and spin to the rhythm and the joyous laughter of those lost in the moment.

The bar is surrounded by a sea of drunk patrons clamoring for attention. Tankards slammed onto the worn surface as the bartender poured frothy ale and mead expertly. The dim light of flickering candles and oil lamps casts a warm glow on the diverse crowd. The unmistakable odors of stale ale, greasy food, and the tang of sweat intermingle in the air, creating a distinctive nostalgic and pungent aroma. You're lost in the crowd's movement, overwhelmed with the sounds. You grab onto Shadowheart's elbow like a lifeline.

"Karlach!" Wyll calls and you all snap your head to the side. The party had claimed a booth, and Gale and Wyll were standing up, waving their arms over their heads. They looked like they started early on the drinking; both men's faces were flush, and they each held an easy, dopey grin.

"Wyll!" Karlach linked her arms with yours and Shadowheart's and approached the table. You let her pull you, too busy searching for him. Astarion is slow to stand, but you know the moment he sets his eyes on you. You watch the subtle change in his body language. His hand tightened around the goblet; the exaggerated inhale of air as if someone had kicked him, watching the hunger grow in his eyes.

Now, you feel the confidence bloom in your chest. The dress no longer makes you squirm in discomfort; no, it gives you power and makes you feel desired and sexy. The flame ignites low in your abdomen. Suddenly, you were playing with fire and excited to get burned. A smug smile stretches your lips the closer you get. Pulling away from Karlach, you move and hook your arms around Astarion's neck. You pull him down and place a kiss on his cheek.

"Hi, handsome," you smile up at him, feeling his hand caress the small of your back. Cold fingers playing at the edge of the corset.

"Hello darling, you look breathtaking." He pushes you back gently, giving him space to take in your attire. "Turn for me, my love. Let me look upon the goddess before me."

You roll your eyes at his cheesiness but oblige his request, spinning slowly to allow Astarion to take in every angle. When you come full circle, Astarion captures your lips, and you fall against his chest. His lips meld against yours in a sensual kiss that was entirely inappropriate for the amount of people around, but neither of you seemed to care. Humming against his mouth, you cup his jaw and pull his face away. Astarion chases your lips and lets out a low groan when you deny him what he wants.

You give Astarion a mischievous grin, patting his chest when you ask. "Do you mind getting me a drink?"

He gives you a pointed look, visibly dissatisfied with his kiss. With one look and your hand running up his chest and over his shoulder, Astarion caves with a huff. "Yes, of course. Would you like your usual?"

"Yes, please." You say pecking his lips a final time before joining your friends in the booth.

Wyll was regaling the table with a tale of his early days as the Blade of Frontiers when Astarion slides in beside you. He sets your drink down, and you whisper your thanks before taking a sip and focusing back on Wyll. Gale is quick to call out Wyll's bullshit, Shadowheart pointing out the exaggeration the warlock had blended into his story. It soon devolved into a bickering match as Wyll tried to defend himself. You chuckle between sips of wine, leaning into Astarion, setting your head gently against his shoulder. His hand had found your bare thigh, fingers kneading the supple flesh.

Suddenly, your friends become background noise as your senses hone in on Astarion. The cheeky smirk that stretches his lips tells you he knows exactly what he's doing as Astarion inches his smooth hand further under your dress—never crossing the line but far enough to make you clench your legs together in need. You bite your lip, cheeks burning from more than the alcohol, and reach down to take his hand in yours.

"I know what you're doing,"

"Oh, and what is that, my dear?" Astarion grins, bringing your hand to his lips and gently kissing your knuckles. He leans to your ear, "Do you not want me to touch you?" His breath cascades over your neck, and a shiver runs up your spine.

"Not when you're trying to tease me in public."

"My sweet girl, I'm not the one being a tease."

"Soldier! Stop making goo-goo eyes at Fangs, and come dance with me!" Karlach yells across the table, breaking whatever spell Astarion had you under. Pulling away, you look up to see Karlach jumping up and down, hand outstretched for you to take.

"You know I won't say no to dancing." Astarion reluctantly moves to let you out of the booth. Karlach is quick to grab your hand and pull you towards the stage.

The time is lost in the beat of the drums and the flow of your hips. Karlach twirls you around, and you can't stop giggling. Wyll joins in the fun, and suddenly, the crowd has formed a unified line dance. It's messy, and you don't know the steps, but you watch Wyll and poke fun at Karlach's improvised moves. You dance until your breath is ragged and your feet start hurting. Moving your body until the sea of people starts to drown you. Maybe it's the alcohol coursing through your veins or the excitement of the dancing. Still, the fun quickly turns to overstimulation that blankets you in thick sheets. In an instant, the room is too hot and too loud, and if you don't get out now, you just might scream.

You leave Karlach and move towards the door outside to the back alley. Pushing it open, you stumble over the threshold and inhale the cold night air. It instantly sobers, clearing your mind and easing your panic. You stare up at the starry sky, soaking in the bright moon. Goosebumps spread over your exposed arms and legs, and you shiver. It doesn't stop you from stepping further into the alleyway as you breathe and allow your heart to settle its pounding. You can still hear the muffled music and thumping feet.

You hear the door open again but pay it no mind until Astarion speaks, "There you are, my sweet."

You turn on your heel and give him a soft smile. He glowed under the moonlight, an ethereal being standing before you, his face partially cast in shadow, staring at you with hunger. "I needed some air."

"I'm sure you did," Astarion smirks, stepping closer toward you. A predator stalks up to its prey. "All that dancing you were doing must have been exhausting."

"It was, but it was so fun." You reach out instinctually, wrapping your arms around his neck. Astarion smoothes his hands down your spine to the swell of your butt, moving to squeeze the soft, plump flesh. "You should join me next time." You squeak at his grip, pressing yourself closer to him.

Then his lips are on yours, and your back is digging into the rough brick of the alleyway. Astarion's tongue is in your mouth, and you're moaning, gripping his shoulders to find purchase. One of his fangs nipped your bottom lip, and your knees practically buckled under you. You would have fallen if Astarion hadn't pressed you against the wall.

"I think I just might take you dancing tomorrow." His cold hands caress your thigh, pulling it up and over his hip, pushing up the fabric of your dress with it. "I'll buy you a pretty new dress to add to your growing collection, and I'll have you move your body for me like you've been doing all night."

He rolls his hips into yours, and you cry into his neck, kissing his skin to muffle your noises. "Swaying those hips in this tight little thing. Gods darling, I've been hard all night, and it's entirely your fault, you naughty little minx."

"Astarion," You sigh, relishing the friction of his hard cock against your clothed core.

"Such a cruel woman, dangling a feast over a starving man. I'll have to punish you for that." Astarion purrs, running his nose along the line of your jaw, stopping to bite at his favorite spot; his fangs puncture the surface just enough to have droplets of your blood trickle out.

His tongue lavishes over your skin, making sure not a drop escapes. The moan that rumbles through his chest is purely animalistic, and a rush of heat gushes between your legs. "But right now, my naughty girl, I'm going to fuck you here against this wall."

You let out a whimper, hips bucking instinctually, heat coiling in your lower stomach. "Please.."

Astarion takes no time to push your underwear aside and push two of his fingers into your folds with a lewd, wet sound. Astarion begins to pump his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt, with each stroke curling up just slightly. The rough pad of his thumb finds your swollen clit, and applying pressure, he circles the nub in time with his fingers.

"You're already so drenched, always so ready for me." You pull his face in and sigh into his mouth, niping his lip playfully. Threading your hand through his soft curls, you give a soft tug, relishing in the grunt Astarion gives you.

You're painfully aware of your surroundings and know that someone could step out and catch the two of you any moment. The thought gives you a jolt of excitement you'll have to think about later. There is no room to take your time, so you tug harder on Astarion's hair loss, pulling his lips from the flesh of your neck he was playing with.

"Star," You roll your hips against his hand impatiently. "I need you to fuck me already,"

"So impatient, but you are right. This is not the time to play." Astarion tsk before unceremoniously ripping your underwear off and stuffing them in his pocket.

"I liked those."

"I'll buy you a new pair, maybe one to match your new dress." Astarion peppers kiss down your neck. Your hands move to pull his pants down, freeing his cock. It's red and looks painfully swollen. Astarion hisses through his teeth when you give the base of his cock a tight squeeze.

"I want one that matches the new dress and the same ones you just ripped." You countered, giving him a few languid strokes using his precum as a lubricant.

"Whatever you want, my love." He says mindlessly, taking you into another breathtaking kiss.

Astarion hands leave your cunt, and a whine leaves your lips. He kisses your pout and quickly grabs his cock. Astarion pumps himself a few more times before lining up at your entrance. When Astarion sheaths himself fully in your heat, the wind is knocked out of you. A collective groan of ecstasy escapes from both of your mouths. There is no build-up, no room to catch your breath. Astarion quickly pulls out and slams back into you—your back scraps against the bricks, and your foot slips on the cobblestone.

You yelp scrambling to hold on and not fall pathetically onto the dirty alley floor. Astarion, without skipping a beat, scoops you up fully in his arms. All you can do is wrap your legs around his hips and hold on as he pounds into your dripping cunt.

"Gods, you're perfect," Astarion signs into your neck. He pulls at your dress, moving the corset just enough to expose one of your breasts. He bends his head and sucks your nipple into his mouth. You choke on a gasp; cupping the back of his head, you press him further against you.

"Astarion," you moan, carding your fingers into his curls. Rolling your hips, you match his thrusts. Your lower stomach tightens, and you will not last much longer. Not with him pulling you apart in the way only he can. You tried to say as much, but you choke on a sob when Astarion's fingers find your clit.

He grinds your hips into the brick wall and brutalizes your clit with tight circles. His voice is raspy in your ears. "I'm close, love…ngh - gods, you feel so good."

"A-astarion, please!" Tears bead down your cheeks, pleasure overwhelming your senses. Your muscles are tightening. Your legs quake, and you clench tightly around him.

"That’s it, come for me, beautiful." And that is all you need to see stars, opening your mouth in a silent cry. Ecstasy courses through your veins, and you bite down on his collarbone to ground yourself in your pleasure. His hips stutter, pace faltering as he loses himself in your body, spilling his seed deep into you.

Neither of you moves; the brick is now uncomfortably digging into your back, but you can't find the energy to care. Astarion peppers kiss up and down your neck. You scratch his scalp softly and catch your breath. It’s nice.

"I guess I should wear more dresses."

"My dear, you could wear a burlap sack, and I would have still taken you against this wall."

"Horny bastard."

The two of you were too caught up in each other to notice the tavern door opening again. Nor did either of you notice two figures stepping out. At least not until Karlach's loud cackle echoed down the alleyway. You whip your head in her direction, Astarion following suit. Karlach is hunched over and on her knees, shoulders shaking with laughter. Shadowheart stands beside her, arms crossed with disgust and annoyance plastered on her face.

Astarion is quick to turn you away, shielding you with his body. He let’s you go and you scramble to cover yourself. He helps you fix your dress. Great.

"What did I tell you? Fangs couldn't keep it in his pants long enough to find a room!" Karlach booms, slapping Shadowheart on the arm. "Hand it over," her palm extended in wait. You hide your face in Astarion's neck, face burning in embarrassment.

Shadowheart mumbled something under her breath, digging in her pocket for her gold pouch. "Here," the gold is slapped into the tieflings palm. She turns to the two of you. "Find a different cleric to cure whatever disease you've contracted in this filthy alley." Shadowheart quickly turns back into the tavern, the door slamming behind her.

"Well, thanks for the gold," The tiefling beams and skips after Shadowheart, leaving you and Astarion alone once more.

You refuse to leave the space between Astarion's jaw and collarbone. Thoughts of packing your stuff and running to Candlekeep are crossing your mind. Karlach and Shadowheart are already telling Wyll and Gale about your exploits, and you don't want to handle the smug looks.

Astarion's chest rumbles with silent laughter, and you're pulled from your escape plans. You emerge from your safe space and glare up at the man. "What's so funny?!"

He laughs harder, and runs his thumb over your pout, cupping your jaw. You hold firm in your annoyance and turn your head. "Karlach is telling all of our friends that we just fucked in a dirty back alley, why would you be laughing?" You snap.

"You would think at this point Shadowheart would stop betting on our love life. Tsk, all the gold she's lost." You narrow your eyes at him. His playful smirk widens. "She and the other weirdos should know how shamelessly I want you. They were lucky I didn't fuck you on the table."

Rolling your eyes, you shove him hard, forcing Astarion to stumble back. Moving past you storm towards the door; he's laughing and calling your name. Astarion, only get your middle finger before the tavern door closes behind you.

Astarion is a cheeky shit. I love him.... Let me know what ya thought, i love your feedback.

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chuuyrr · 2 months

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ᡣ𐭩 COME HERE, YOU CAN MEET ME IN THE BACK — NAKAHARA CHUUYA .ᐟ

ಇ. CW(s): f! reader, MDNI, unprotected sex, dry hvmping, p → v, oral (f! receiving), hot tension, strangers to lovers, you fall first but he falls harder

ಇ. SYNOPSIS: in which you and him share glances across smoky rooms, whispered conversations amidst clinking glasses, and the intimacy of tangled bedsheets with him

ಇ. NOW PLAYING: delicate & so it goes by taylor swift .ᐟ

as the door creaked open, a wave of chatter and laughter engulfed you, accompanied by the sweet scent of tobacco smoke and aged whiskey. the dimly lit bar welcomed you like an old friend, its walls adorned with vintage posters and dimly flickering candles casting a warm glow over the worn wooden tables.

taking a seat at the worn barstool, you watched as the bartender expertly mixed drinks, the clink of glasses and soft jazz music creating a soothing melody in the background. the low hum of conversation surrounded you, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter from the regulars at the far end of the room.

the weight of the day began to lift from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of tranquility that only the ambiance of a late evening in a cozy bar could provide. the flickering candlelight danced across your face, casting shadows that seemed to whisper secrets of nights past.

lost in the gentle ebb and flow of the evening, you found solace in the simple pleasures of good company and the comforting embrace of the familiar surroundings. and as the hours slipped away, you realized that sometimes, amidst the chaos of life, all you needed was a quiet moment in a bar filled with smoke and alcohol to find peace.

as you continued to savor the tranquility of the bar with a drink in hand, your attention was drawn to a figure taking a seat beside you. with a graceful fluidity, he settled onto the stool, his presence exuding an air of mystery and intrigue. his sharp features softened by the warm glow of the candlelight.

you couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as he ordered his drink, the bartender nodding in recognition before swiftly preparing his usual. the faint scent of his cologne mingled with the subtle aroma of tobacco, adding to the allure of his presence.

despite the casual atmosphere, there was an undeniable aura of confidence about him, as if he were always one step ahead of everyone else in the room, and you found yourself drawn to him, captivated by the effortless charm that seemed to radiate from his every movement.

as he raised his glass to his lips, a small smirk played at the corners of his mouth, and for a moment, you caught a glimpse of the enigmatic depths hidden beneath his facade. in that brief exchange, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were in the presence of someone extraordinary, someone who belonged to a world far beyond the confines of the dimly lit bar.

feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity, you turned to him. before you could utter a word, he was already flashing you a charming smile, his gray blue eyes gleaming with amusement.

"enjoying the ambiance?" he asks, his voice smooth and velvety, with a hint of playful mischief.

you nod, returning his smile. "absolutely. it's a welcome retreat from the hustle and bustle of the outside world."

chuuya's laughter rang out, a melodic sound that seemed to blend seamlessly with the jazz music drifting through the air, "i couldn't agree more. there's something magical about these late evenings, don't you think?"

as the conversation with him flowed effortlessly, you couldn't shake off the tingling sensation of nervous excitement coursing through your veins. his magnetic presence seemed to pull you in, his every word laced with a potent blend of charm and charisma.

with each exchange, you found yourself hanging on his every word, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to maintain your composure. yet, despite the nervous flutter in your stomach, there was an undeniable rush of adrenaline that fueled your every response.

chuuya's laughter echoed through the air, a melodic symphony that sent shivers down your spine. his gaze still lingered on you, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint as he leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne enveloping you in a heady haze.

"you're quite fascinating, you know," he remarks, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine, "there's something about you that's different from the usual crowd."

you swallowed hard, your cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration. "i... i'm flattered," you stammer out, struggling to find the right words amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

leaning in closer, chuuya's gaze locked with yours, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"so, tell me," he says, his voice low and velvety, sending a shiver down your spine, "what is it that you do for a living? you've really got that air of mystery about you."

his use of the endearment sent a rush of warmth flooding through you, the sound of it rolling off his tongue like a sweet melody. gathering your composure, you met his gaze with a coy smile, "i work in business," you reply, your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in your chest.

chuuya's eyes sparkled with interest as he leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours in the intimate space between you. "ah, business?" he muses, his tone filled with genuine curiosity, "you must have quite the way with words then, don't you?"

you nod, feeling a surge of confidence coursing through you at his attentiveness, "i like to think so," you admit, unable to tear your gaze away from his mesmerizing eyes.

as the night deepened, the thick sensual tension between you and him became palpable, igniting a fiery passion that neither of you could deny. his gaze lingered on yours, smoldering with desire as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear in a tantalizing whisper.

"business, huh?" chuuya murmurs, his voice husky with desire, "i bet you know how to handle negotiations, don't you?"

the warmth of his breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, your heart racing in anticipation of what was to come. with a daring glance, you met his gaze, your lips curving into a seductive smile, "i can handle more than just negotiations," you tease, your voice laced with a newfound confidence.

chuuya's eyes twinkled with mischief as he leaned back slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "oh, i have no doubt about that," he says, amused, his voice sending a thrill down your spine, "and since you've caught my interest, care for a talk as we drink on?"

you felt a rush of excitement course through you at his words, your pulse quickening with anticipation. with a playful glint in your eyes, you leaned in closer, your breath mingling with his as you smile, "of course."

as the fiery passion between you and chuuya simmered down, a comfortable silence enveloped the air, punctuated only by the soft sounds of the night around you. breaking the quietude, chuuya's voice, now gentle and earnest, filled the space between you.

"so, aside from being a 'master negotiator', what else should i know about you?" he asks, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity as he studied your face.

you smile, feeling a warmth spread within you at his genuine interest, "well, for starters, i have a penchant for adventure," you reply, your tone light and playful, "whether it's traveling to far-off places or diving into new experiences, i'm always up for a thrill."

chuuya's lips curves into a grin as he leaned back, propping himself up on one elbow, "i can relate to that," he remarks, a hint of mischief glinting in his eyes. "life's too short to play it safe, isn't it?"

"exactly," you agree, a spark of excitement dancing in your eyes, "there's so much out there to see and do, and i intend to make the most of it."

with a playful smile dancing on your lips, you leaned in closer to chuuya, a glint of mischief sparkling in your eyes this time, "you know," you begin, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "i have a feeling this isn't going to be our only encounter."

chuuya's gaze met yours, a flicker of intrigue lighting up his features as he leaned in slightly, mirroring your playful demeanor, "oh, is that a promise?" he replies, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

you chuckle softly, your heart pounding with exhilaration as you reached into your pocket, retrieving a slip of paper. with a teasing wink, you slid it across the bar table towards him, your fingers brushing lightly against his as you did so.

"consider it an invitation," you say, your voice laced with undeniable charm.

as chuuya glanced down at the piece of paper, a smile tugged at his lips, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, "i'll be sure to keep that in mind," he replied, his voice tinged with amusement.

with a satisfied grin, you leaned back in your seat, the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins as you savored the thrill of the moment.

chuuya's downs his drink and he leans closer to you, his breath hot against your ear. with a soft growl yet confident grin, he whispered his name, his voice a low, husky murmur that sent shivers down your spine.

"the name's nakahara chuuya," he breathes, the sound of his name rolling off his tongue like a seductive melody. the mere utterance of it sent a surge of desire coursing through you, your heart racing with newfound intensity.

your breath now got caught in your throat, every sensation heightened by the intoxicating blend of desire and anticipation. with each whisper in the dimly embrace of the bar, each touch, the connection between you deepened, weaving a spell of passion that seemed to bind you two together in an unbreakable bond.

you were falling in love.

as chuuya's name lingered on your lips, you couldn't help but feel another surge of boldness wash over you. meeting his gaze with a smoldering intensity, you whispered your name in return, the sound of it hanging heavy in the air between you as you chuckle softly.

"[surname] [name]," you breathe out, the word laced with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. the alcohol in your system blurred the edges of reality, but the intensity of the moment was undeniable as you and chuuya shared a smile.

in the days that followed that fateful night at the bar, you found yourself unable to shake the memory of nakahara chuuya from your mind.

his name echoed in your thoughts like a haunting melody, his intoxicating presence lingering in the corners of your consciousness.

driven by an insatiable desire to see him again, you reached out, tentatively at first, but with growing confidence as the days turned into weeks. cach meeting filled you with a sense of exhilaration and anticipation, the connection between you deepening with every shared moment.

you couldn't even care less if you had a reputation, the heiress of your well-known family business. you wanted chuuya.

as you spent more time together, you found yourself falling deeper and deeper under chuuya's spell, his magnetic charm and unwavering confidence captivating you in ways you never thought possible. his mere presence was enough to set your heart ablaze with desire, and with each passing day, your feelings for him grew stronger and more undeniable.

you knew deep in your heart that nakahara chuuya had become so much more than just a fleeting encounter in a bar filled with smoke and alcohol—he had become the missing piece of your soul, the one you had been searching for all along.

and so, chuuya stepped into the familiar embrace of the bar, a sense of comfort washed over him, the dimly lit ambiance and familiar faces welcoming him like an old friend. he made his way to his usual spot at the bar, exchanging pleasantries with the bartender as he ordered his drink.

he settled onto his stool, his phone buzzed softly in his pocket, drawing his attention away from the comforting hum of the bar. with a curious glance, he retrieved his phone, his heart skipping a beat as he read the message from you.

"come here, you can meet me in the back," it read, the words sending a surge of excitement coursing through him.

with a sly grin, chuuya pocketed his phone and rose from his seat, his senses tingling with anticipation as he made his way towards the back of the bar, and with each step, his heart raced with excitement, the prospect of seeing you filling him with a heady rush of desire.

as he reached the secluded corner where you had arranged to meet, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of you waiting there, a smile playing on your lips and a glint of mischief in your eyes. without a word, he closed the distance between you, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you close.

surrounded by the familiar embrace of the bar and the intoxicating presence of each other, you knew that this was where you belonged—wrapped in the arms of nakahara chuuya, the one who had captured your heart in a haze of smoke and alcohol, and who now held it firmly in his grasp.

"i missed you," you whisper softly to him with a sense of longing.

warmth flooded chuuya's heart, his arms tightening around you in a tender embrace. he buried his face in your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume as he held you close.

"aww, i missed you too," he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

as you nestled in his embrace, nakahara chuuya's curiosity got the better of him, prompting him to gently inquire about the reason behind your request to meet in the back of the bar.

"so, what's the occasion for this clandestine meeting baby?" he asks, his tone laced with playful curiosity.

"we've only met a few weeks ago and you're already calling me baby?" you raise a brow with a teasing smirk—not that you hate it though.

chuuya chuckles softly, his arms tightening around you as he met your playful gaze with a knowing twinkle in his eyes. "can you blame me?" he replies, his voice husky with amusement, "you've already managed to captivate my attention in ways I never imagined."

you felt a rush of warmth spread through you at his words, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you leaned in closer to him. "well, in that case, consider it a term of endearment," you say, your tone affectionate yet teasing, "as for the occasion, let's just say i couldn't resist the opportunity to steal a moment alone with you."

chuuya's eyes softened as he listened to your confession, his gaze never leaving yours as he reached out to gently cup your cheek.

"you have a way of surprising me, you know," he says, his voice tender yet filled with admiration, "but i have to admit, i like your boldness. it's refreshing."

a faint blush dusted your cheeks at his words, a rush of warmth spreading through you at the sincerity in his tone, "i'm glad you think so," you reply, a shy smile gracing your lips, "i guess i've always been one to follow my heart, even if it leads me into uncharted territory."

chuuya's thumb traced a gentle path along your cheekbone, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation dancing down your spine, "well, in that case, i'm honored." he murmurs, his voice laced with genuine affection.

the admission hung between you, the weight of his words sinking in as you searched his eyes for any hint of hesitation. but all you found was a depth of emotion that mirrored your own, a silent affirmation of the connection that had been steadily growing between you.

suddenly the gentle buzz of your phone interrupted the moment. you couldn't help but furrow your brows in confusion. with a quick glance at the screen, you saw a series of notifications from various apps, but one message in particular caught your eye.

it was a notification from the company email of your family's business, displaying the familiar name that chuuya seemed to recognize, he too comes from a line of business—just not the legal kind.

chuuya's eyes widened in surprise as he caught sight of the notification, his gaze flickering between you and the screen, "wait, is that...?" he trails off, his voice laced with disbelief as he made the connection.

you nodded slowly, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you realized there was no use hiding the truth any longer, "err, yeah. it's the company my family owns," you admit, your tone tinged with apprehension."

for a moment, chuuya was silent, his expression unreadable as he processed the revelation. then, to your surprise, a soft chuckle escaped his lips, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he met your gaze.

"well, i have to say, i didn't see that coming," he remarks, a playful grin spreading across his face, "here i was, thinking i was just having a drink with a charming stranger, and it turns out you're a big shot heiress."

you couldn't help but laugh at his lighthearted response, the tension easing from your shoulders as you realized that chuuya wasn't fazed by your background in the slightest.

in fact, if anything, his playful demeanor only served to deepen the connection between you, reassuring you that his feelings for you were genuine, regardless of your family's wealth and status.

"so, is this why you keep meeting me like this then?" chuuya muses, chuckling softly.

"mhm, i have responsibilities that come with being part of my family's business. it's not always easy to find privacy, especially when there are expectations to uphold," you nod and sigh softly.

chuuya's expression softened as he listened, his gaze filled with understanding and empathy, "i see," he murmurs, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back, "must be tough, having to navigate all of that."

you nod, grateful for his understanding, "it can be," you admit, a small sigh escaping your lips. "but moments like this, with you... they make it all worth it."

as the weight of your responsibilities hung in the air between you, chuuya pulled you closer, his arms a comforting anchor in the midst of uncertainty.

you suddenly feel the soft brush of chuuya's lips against your ear, and you couldn't suppress a gasp of pleasure—your cheeks flushing with warmth at the sensation. his nibbling sent shivers down your spine, his teasing touch causing your heart to race with a heady mix of desire and anticipation.

chuuya chuckles softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear, "you know, darling, reputation is everything in our world."

his lips curled into a mischievous smirk, his gaze locking with yours, holding a hint of challenge, "not to scare you but it is only fair for you to know me too, darling." he murmurs, his tone carrying a weight of secrecy, "i'm an executive of the port mafia. quite the reputation holder like you, if anything."

"port mafia?" your eyes widened for a second, but they eventually softened.

you knew about the port mafia. in fact, you've heard about them, especially in the gossips at your work. they were practically the night wardens of the city, people not to be messed with. but despite hearing the reputation chuuya holds—it's strange how you do not mind it.

chuuya's eyebrows lifted in mild surprise at your response, his admiration for you growing with each passing moment, "so you've heard about us," he remarked, his voice a mixture of intrigue and approval.

"most people would run at the mention of our name, but you..." he trails off, a glimmer of something akin to admiration shining in his eyes, "you see beyond the surface, don't you?" he says, a faint smile playing on his lips.

he couldn't help but admire the way you leaned in, drawn to the mystery rather than recoiling from it.

"it's not often someone reacts like you do," chuuya admits, "most people tremble at the mere mention of the port mafia, but you... you're different."

now with a playful glint in his eyes, chuuya pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek, his touch igniting a fire within you that burned brighter than ever before as he whispered, his voice low and husky, "but i think that's enough talk."

"why don't we take this somewhere more private? where no one has to know, nor see us, baby," he murmurs next, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

you feel the warmth of his breath against your ear once, and you trembled with anticipation as he whispered his suggestion.

your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, your mind racing with excitement at the prospect of being alone with him, away from prying eyes and the constraints of the outside world.

with a nod and a soft smile, you whisper your agreement, your voice barely above a breathy whisper, "lead the way," you reply, your pulse quickening with every passing moment.

as chuuya took your hand in his, a surge of electricity shot through you, the promise of what lay ahead igniting a fire within you that burned hotter than ever before.

with an almost impatient urgency, chuuya led you to his car, his hand firmly clasping yours as he practically pulled you towards the vehicle. the air crackled with anticipation, the heat of the moment fueling your desire as you surrendered to the intoxicating pull of his touch.

as you reached the car, chuuya wasted no time in opening the door, his movements swift and determined. with a playful grin, he gestured for you to climb into the passenger seat before joining you behind the wheel.

but before you could settle into your seat, chuuya's desire got the better of him. with a swift motion, he pulled you onto his lap, his lips crashing against yours in a feverish kiss that left you breathless and longing for more.

"c-chuuya—" you pant softly in between the kiss, but he presses his lips against yours when you pull away from him.

his hands roamed eagerly over your body, igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment. fumbling for his car keys with one hand, he refused to break the passionate embrace, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of you with a hunger that left you dizzy with desire.

finally finding the keys, chuuya managed to start the car with a practiced motion, the engine roaring to life as he shifted into gear. with a devilish grin, he tore himself away from your lips just long enough to murmur against your skin, "hold on tight, darling. we're just getting started."

and with that, he pressed his foot down on the accelerator, the car speeding off into the night, leaving behind nothing but a trail of dust and the promise of endless passion and desire in its wake.

as the car came to a halt in front of his luxurious penthouse, chuuya wasted no time in guiding you out of the vehicle and into his embrace once again. with the taste of his feverish kisses still lingering on your lips, you two stumbled together towards the entrance, the anticipation of what awaited you inside sending a surge of excitement coursing through your veins.

with fumbling fingers, chuuya managed to unlock the door, his lips never leaving yours as he practically dragged you inside. the moment the door closed behind you, you found yourselves consumed by a whirlwind of desire, your hands roaming feverishly over each other's bodies as you stumbled further into the dimly lit space.

his penthouse was a luxurious sanctuary, every corner bathed in the soft glow of ambient lighting and adorned with elegant furnishings. but in that moment, none of it mattered—the only thing that existed was the electric connection between you and chuuya, igniting a very passionate flame that threatened to consume you both.

chuuya's lips grazed your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin as he emitted a soft growl of desire. the sound sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a primal response within you as you melted further into his embrace.

with each kiss, each touch, the intensity between you deepened, the passion building to a feverish crescendo that left you both breathless and longing for more, and chuuya's hands roamed over your body with a possessive hunger, his touch setting your senses ablaze with a fiery passion that consumed you both.

chuuya's whispers caressed your ear like silk, each word sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body, "you're so pretty, baby," he groans, his voice husky with desire, "so perfect."

he traced the lines of your lips repeatedly, almost hungrily even, but his touch remained gentle yet possessive as he explores every inch of your body. his hands roamed freely over your body, his fingers igniting a trail of fire wherever they touched, leaving you gasping for breath and yearning for more.

chuuya lifts you effortlessly into his arms, the heat of passion fueling his every movement as he carries you towards his bedroom. your heart races with anticipation, your fingers tangling in his hair as you surrendered to the intoxicating embrace of desire with each feverish kiss.

as you two approached the bedroom door, chuuya's playful nature emerged, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. with a smirk, he gently shifted you in his arms, allowing him to reach for the door with one hand while keeping you close with the other.

with a swift motion, he kicked the door open, the wood slamming against the wall with a resounding thud.

as the door swung open to reveal the plush interior of his bedroom, you couldn't help but laugh softly at his bold display. with a playful glint in his eyes, chuuya stepped inside, his arms still wrapped around you as he carried you further into the room.

chuuya gently lowered you onto his bed, his touch tender yet filled with a raw, primal desire that set your heart racing. as he settled you onto the soft mattress, a surge of anticipation coursed through your veins, the air thick with the electric tension of what was to come.

with a quick movement, chuuya hovered over you, his gaze locked with yours as he trailed his fingers along the curve of your jaw, sending shivers of pleasure dancing down your spine. there was a hunger burning in his eyes, a hunger that mirrored your own as you surrendered yourself to the irresistible pull of desire.

and then, with a sudden burst of passion, chuuya leaned in, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss that stole your breath away. his touch was electric, igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment, as if the very air around you crackled with the intensity of your shared desire.

"chuuya, please," you whine softly, your voice laden with desire and longing as his fingers deftly worked to unbutton your blouse, his touch sending shivers of anticipation racing down your spine.

"shh, i got you, love. i'm right here," he says in a hushed tone, chuckling softly.

with each button that came undone, the air between you crackled with an electric intensity, the heat of your passion igniting a fire that threatened to consume you both. as the fabric of your blouse fell away, revealing the curves of your body beneath, a surge of heat washed over you, leaving you trembling with need.

chuuya's hands roamed eagerly over your exposed skin, his touch setting your senses ablaze with a fierce, primal desire. the weight of his gaze bore down on you, filled with a raw, unbridled passion that left you breathless and longing for more.

"already wet for me too," chuuya whispers as one of his hands slips beneath your skirt, his nimble fingers already prodding at your soaking panties, leaving you panting softly for more.

shedding layers of clothing with reckless abandon, chuuya eagerly climbs on top of you as the two of you moved further into the depths of desire, the sound of him unbuckling his pants was already enough to make you quiver.

he trails kisses along the side of your neck, his lips leaving a trail of heat in their wake, you couldn't help but arch your back into his touch, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck.

the sensation of his warm breath against your skin sent shivers of pleasure dancing down your spine, awakening every nerve ending with a tantalizing jolt of desire.

as chuuya shed the rest of his clothing, the fabric falling to the floor in a haphazard pile alongside yours.

with a hungry glint in his eyes, chuuya closed the distance between you, his hands roaming eagerly over your bare skin, his touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you with each caress, each stroke, each tantalizing graze.

as he presses himself against you, his body hot and hard against yours, you gasp and whine with pleasure, the friction sending sparks of ecstasy dancing through your veins. with each grinding movement, the heat between you intensified, the passion building to a feverish crescendo that left you both trembling with anticipation.

chuuya's movements became more fervent, his hands exploring every curve of your body with a possessive hunger, you couldn't help but whimper softly in response. each touch, each grind sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, building a fiery heat that threatened to consume you both.

his lips found yours in a hungry kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a passionate dance that left you breathless and longing for more. he continued to dry hump you repeatedly, the friction between your bodies only intensified, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through your veins with each rhythmic movement.

your fingers clawed at his back, your nails digging into his skin as chuuya could feel the tip of his flushed cock getting wet from the amount of arousal you were producing.

you found yourself pleading for more as you grinded down on his cock, your movements matching his. your voice a soft, breathy whisper filled with longing and urgency, "c-chuuya—" you murmure, your words barely audible over the sound of your own ragged breaths.

his gaze trailed lower, his eyes alighting on the glistening evidence of your arousal, a low growl rumbled in his throat, his desire reigniting with a fierce intensity. with a hunger burning in his eyes, he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "you're so wet for me, my darling. let me take good care of you."

chuuya then pulled away, a soft whine escaped your lips, your body yearning for his touch, for the intimate connection that only he could provide. but instead of relenting to your pleas, he took hold of your thighs, spreading them apart with a firm yet gentle touch.

with a hungry gleam in his eyes, and smirk chuuya lowered his head, his lips trailing a path of fire along your inner thighs before zeroing in on your puffy clit.

with each tender kiss and delicate lick, you gasped with pleasure, your body arching towards him in a silent plea for more, "a-ahh! c-chuu—ah!" you babble out.

his tongue danced over your sensitive flesh with skillful precision, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you in relentless waves. each flick, each swirl if his tongue sent bolts of ecstasy shooting through your veins.

lost in the overwhelming tide of sensation, you surrendered yourself completely to the pleasure, your fingers tangling in his hair as you guided him closer, urging him to take you to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.

with each expert flick of his tongue, chuuya sent bolts of pleasure coursing through your body, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. each lick and caress designed to drive you to the edge of ecstasy and beyond, letting a knot pool in your tummy.

as plunged his tongue deeper inside you, you gasped and moaned with pleasure, your body quivering with anticipation as he explored every inch of your most intimate depths. his hold on your thighs remained firm, anchoring you in place as he devoured you with a relentless hunger that left you trembling with desire.

lost in the throes of passion, you could do nothing but surrender yourself completely to the overwhelming tide of sensation, your moans of pleasure mingling with the sound of his soft murmurs of approval.

"you taste so good, my darling," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "so sweet, so perfect."

chuuya sensed your body writhing with pleasure, he intensified his movements, his tongue flicking and lapping at your puffy clit with a fervent urgency. each lick was more insistent than the last, sending jolts of ecstasy shooting through your body as you gasped and moaned, your pleasure mounting to dizzying heights.

with each rapid flick of his tongue, your body arched off the bed, seeking more of the delicious sensation he was providing. your fingers clenched the sheets tightly, your knuckles turning white with the intensity of your pleasure.

chuuya's hold on your thighs remained firm, anchoring you in place as he continued to lavish attention on your most sensitive spot, his movements relentless and unyielding. the pleasure was almost unbearable, a sweet torment that left you trembling with desire as you teetered on the edge of release.

and then, just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, a tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over you, your body convulsing with the force of your climax.

"chuuya!" you cry out his name in a crescendo of pleasure, your voice echoing through the room as he laps at your puffy, wet cunt.

immediately after your orgasm, chuuya rose from between your legs with a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he gazed down at you with raw desire. he positions himself over you, his hardened length pressing against your slick folds, eager to claim you as his own.

with a slow, deliberate movement, chuuya began to hump against you once again, the slickness of your release coating the tip of his cock as he teased and tormented you with each rhythmic thrust, "you like that, baby? want more? come on, speak to me. tell me."

the sensation was electric, sending bolts of pleasure coursing through your body as you moaned and writhed beneath him, lost in the overwhelming tide of sensation.

as the intensity of your desire reached a fever pitch, you found yourself begging chuuya to take you, to fill you completely with his throbbing length that was rubbing and teasing you.

"chuuya, please," you whimper, your voice thick with need, "put it in me, please."

chuuya hushed you sweetly, his touch gentle and reassuring as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, "as you wish my love," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody that washed over you like a warm embrace, "you're mine now."

with a slow, deliberate movement, he positioned himself at your entrance, his gaze locked with yours as he guided himself inside you inch by agonizing inch. the sensation of him filling you with his length completely sent sparks of ecstasy shooting through your veins, leaving you trembling with pleasure.

he began to thrust inside you, the rhythm slow and deliberate at first, you gasped with pleasure, your body arching towards him in silent invitation. with each powerful thrust, the pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo, until you were both lost in the overwhelming tide of sensation.

and as he pounded into you with a primal fervor, you cried out with pleasure, your voice echoing through the room as you surrendered yourself completely to the intoxicating embrace of love and desire of being with chuuya like this.

his movements wrre powerful and unyielding as he held you close against him. each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, your bodies moving in perfect harmony as you surrendered yourself completely to the intoxicating rhythm of passion and desire.

"god, you feel so good, baby. do you even have any idea just how much i want you? how you've always been on mind since that night—f-fuck," he lets out a breathy moan as he buries his face into your hair, arms never letting you go, "and now i finally got'cha right where i want you."

his grip on you tightened, as if he feared losing you in the sea of sensation that engulfed you both. with each powerful thrust, he grunted in pleasure, his voice a symphony of ecstasy as he reveled in the feeling of being buried deep inside you, hitting you raw with a primal hunger that left you both breathless and craving more.

"mmh, baby.. you're so tight," he moans in your ear, tugging your earlobe with his teeth, making you clench around his cock.

as the intensity of your pleasure built to dizzying heights, you clung to him desperately, your nails digging into his skin as you urged him on, your cries of ecstasy mingling with his own as you tumbled together into the abyss of passion and desire.

your body was now trembling with the approach of release, you couldn't help but whimper and squirm beneath chuuya's relentless thrusts. the sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of ecstasy threatening to consume you in its powerful embrace.

but instead of relenting, chuuya only increased the intensity of his thrusts, driving you closer to the edge with each powerful movement. your pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as he held you firmly in place, his grip unyielding as he continued to pound into you with a primal fervor.

"nuh-uh, let me love on you, baby," he chuckles, his voice a husky whisper against your ear as he kissed the sensitive flesh. his words sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through you, the sound of his laughter mingling with the sound of your own ragged breaths.

with each thrust, each kiss, each caress, the pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo, until you were teetering on the brink of release, your body writhing with the intensity of your desire. and just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, the dam broke, and you were consumed by a tidal wave of ecstasy that left you gasping for breath and trembling with pleasure.

you whimpered out loud and squirmed beneath him, the intensity of your pleasure reaching its peak, chuuya felt your walls clenching around him, your sweet release coating his cock in a warm, slick embrace.

with a guttural groan of pleasure, he buried himself deep inside you, savoring the sensation of your climax rippling through your body, "a-agh, baby.." he grunts.

chuuya pulls out from you, leaving you panting softly, he leaned down to kiss you tenderly, his lips trailing a path of fire along your skin as he murmured praises in your ear.

his words were like a sweet melody, filling you with a sense of warmth and contentment even as desire continued to burn fiercely between you, "you did so good, love. so pretty for me."

but even as he showered you with affection, you could sense that he had no intention of stopping now. with a firm yet gentle touch, he repositioned you onto your stomach, guiding your body into the perfect angle for him to thrust inside you from behind.

"w-wait, chuuya. what are you—" before you could finish, chuuya hushes you with a teasing smirk across his face.

with a husky chuckle, chuuya used your own words against you, his voice laced with desire as he whispers in your ear, "come here, you can meet me in the back too."

the playful reminder sent a shiver of excitement coursing through you, knowing that chuuya was eager to continue their passionate encounter in a different setting.

he entered you once again, the sensation of him filling you completely sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins.

as he moaned in pleasure, his thrusts became more urgent, more desperate, driving deeper into you with each powerful movement. gripping your hips firmly, he forced you to meet his rhythm, the sensation of his balls slapping against your behind adding to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

with each repeated thrust, your moans of pleasure filled the air, the sound a symphony of ecstasy as chuuya relentlessly pounded into you.

your pussy clenched and squelched around him, your body writhing with pleasure as you gripped the sheets tightly, seeking to anchor yourself amidst the overwhelming tide of sensation.

the rhythm of your bodies was like a dance, a primal ritual of passion and desire that left you both trembling with ecstasy. With each powerful thrust, he drove himself deeper into you, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure shooting through your veins.

"i'm so close.. m'gonna give it to you," he grunts with the impending climax he was feeling, his lips found your neck in a heated kiss, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulled out slightly.

with a subtle adjustment, he lifted your hips, altering the angle of penetration before plunging back into you with a newfound intensity.

"f-fuck, chuuya! mmh.. ah!" the change in angle elicited a whimpered cry from you as he thrust deeply, the sensation of his cock penetrating you at a different angle sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

with each powerful thrust, you could feel the tip of his cock pressing against your tummy, a delicious ache building deep within you.

"coming.. take it all for me, darling," chuuya moans as he reaches the peak of his climax.

he drives into you with one final, deep thrust, his body tensing with release as he spilled his essence deep inside you. a pleasured cry escaped your lips as you felt him pulsating within you, his hot seed painting your walls white with each powerful surge.

beneath him, you squirmed and writhed with pleasure, your body convulsing as waves of ecstasy washed over you. his grip on your hips tightened as he continued to thrust, prolonging the pleasure as he milked every last drop of pleasure from his orgasm.

with each thrust, each pulse of his release, you cried out with pleasure, your voice mingling with his in a symphony of passion and desire.

"shh, it's okay. it's okay, baby. i've got you, yeah?" he whispers softly.

and as chuuya hushed you sweetly, his caresses soothing your convulsing body, you knew that in this moment, you were truly alive—alive with a passion that transcended time and space, binding you together in a bond that could never be broken.

chuuya continued to thrust gently, ensuring that you took every last drop of his seed, you lay beneath him, your body trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction. with each lingering movement, you felt his essence filling you completely, leaving you feeling full and content.

finally, when he was certain that you had taken all of him, he pulled out slowly, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he gazed down at you with tender affection. you remained there, on your tummy, on his soaked sheets, panting softly as you reveled in the aftermath of your passionate encounter.

the air around you was heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, his room filled with the echoes of your shared pleasure. and as you lay there, spent and sated, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that in the arms of chuuya, you had found solace and strength.

with a soft smile, chuuya wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead and to the top of your head, his voice a gentle murmur in the quiet of the room.

"i love you," he whispers, his words filled with a depth of emotion that took your breath away, "i love you more than words can express, more than i ever thought possible."

the soft glow of the moon casting shadows across the room, and he held you close as ever, his touch gentle and reassuring. with a tender smile, chuuya brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his gaze filled with adoration.

"you know," you begin, your voice soft yet filled with conviction, "being with you feels like dancing in the rain, like spinning in the dark. It's delicate, it's fragile, but it's also the most beautiful thing i've ever experienced."

as you snuggled closer to him, chuuya's voice broke the silence, his words filled with a playful yet sincere tone, "you and me, darling," he says, his lips brushing against your forehead, "we've got big reputations. and you know what? i wouldn't have it any other way."

"so let them talk," he continues, his voice filled with determination, "let them speculate, let them whisper behind our backs. because at the end of the day, they'll never understand what we have. and as long as i have you, nothing else matters."

with a soft chuckle, he pressed a loving kiss to your lips, his touch igniting a fire within you that burned brighter than any spotlight, "we're the end game, my love," he murmurs against your skin, his words a promise of forever.

surrounded by the warmth of his love and the certainty of your bond, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them with unwavering courage and unyielding strength.

for in the arms of chuuya, you had found not just a lover, but a partner, your very refuge.

ಇ. tagging: @osaemu @sachiyoh @little-miss-chaoss @pe4rl-diver

ಇ. a.n.: t.s. reputation inspired fic for chuuya finally done <3 honestly don't know what came over me to write this much, but thank you for reading until the very end. delicate has me in a chokehold, along with so it goes, king of my heart, and end game i tell you ughhh.. also the reader being the heiress is somewhat inspired by do-hee in my demon lol (｡>\\<)

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: ̗̀➛ NOT THE EXCEPTION . yan! isagi yoichi / gn! reader

you were the fool for thinking that he'd be the only sane one in a team full of batshít crazy athletes. now he has you cornered, and the look in his eyes tells you that you should have never underestimated a wólf in sheép's clothing.

+ happy happy belated birthday to the love of my life bbg (who shan't be named) AND happy new year to everyone!!

( HOW DO I WRITE KISSING SCENES????, forced kíssing, dúbcon, n/sfw mentions, mánipulation, hárem mentions [bc it's not yester without a hárem] )

You don't know why you thought he was the exception.

Maybe it's because, in a team full of egoists, Isagi seemed to be the only one to treat you like his equal. Shidou drapes himself all over you and leaves you icky with his séxual comments, Rin cooly glares at you and barely acknowledges your existence, you could nearly faint at the mere glare of Kunigami, and Bachira likes to play rough with your body as he clings and begs for your attention.

That's not even the complete cast. Even people like Nagi, Reo, and Chigiri came with their own set of problems. But not Isagi. You had thought it would never be Isagi. Sure, he had a tongue and attitude on the field, parading around his victory with a smug smirk and spitting poíson at opponents and teammates alike. Yet that side of his seemed to completely disappear whenever he stepped out of the field, his prédatory gaze softening into a fond look whenever you bounded up to him to congratulate him on a well-earned victory. He never tried your boundaries or let his touch linger like the others did.

He was a gentleman through and through, and thinking that was your first mistake.

Your second mistake was being alone with him in your living room. He's still wearing that soft expression and kind smile, but his hands are gripping your wrists too tightly.

"[Your Name]." He says your name in a hushed whisper, bringing up your trembling wrist to his lips so he can press a kiss on a new bruíse. You watch with wide eyes as those plush lips touch your skin and permeate an icy feeling of doom through the veins. His gaze meets yours.

"Don't you think I did well today?"

Though your gut is telling you that something isn't right, you're still a fool smitten with the gentle image Isagi had portrayed himself to be. You find yourself slowly nodding, entranced by those blue eyes that never look away from you.

"Why do you think so?" He presses another kiss on your wrist, before loosening the bruising grip so he can trail kisses up your arm.

"... Your metavision is still as keen as ever," you whispered. The television screen is reflected in his eyes, news of Japan's newest victory flashing on the screen. You can't look away. "You expertly led the others to victory; you instigated all the right chemical reactions for the perfect shot." You lick your dry lips. "... You were amazing."

He huffs a laugh into your shoulder, massaging your bruised wrist like he wasn't the one who left that mark. "You're not echoing Ego's words, are you? I want to hear your own thoughts, not that slimy bastard's."

"M... Maybe," you admit, tense with his grip on your shoulder tightening. "I don't know much about soccer, but I meant every word. You were amazing, Isagi, you really were."

His grip softens, you're still tense, and he hums contentedly. "Right. I was amazing. I devoured every single bastard on that field and left them gasping." Your hair tickles your ear as he pushes them back. "So, don't you think it's a bit unfair?"

"... What is?"

"That I have to share my trophy with the others." His hand feels cold on your neck. "Can't I have one thing to myself? [Your Name], look at me."

You follow. He smiles that gentle smile again. He thumbs your lower lip like a lover.

"Kiss me."

You read romances all the time. They had always described it as hot, passionate, fiery. But maybe you took fiction too seriously. Real life is always different, and the ice in your veins is proof of that.

You draw closer, breath hitched, and mustering all the courage and swallowing down the unease in your heart, you press your lips on his.

There is no fire like the ones described in the books. There is a heavy pit in your stomach. Is this what they call butterflies? You tremble under the scrutinizing gaze of Isagi, eyes still open even with your lips on his. Soon, he closes his eyes too and you feel his lips smirk against yours.

Returning the kiss, he pulls you in closer and takes your everything in deeply. You can't pull away, you don't pull away. In this very moment, he's devouring everything you can offer— for now, physically; soon, mind and spirit. You wince when he bites down on your lip, not even trying to be gentle about it. You flinch backward from the pain, but his hand on the small of your back allows you no escape.

"Kiss me back, baby," he whispers between kisses. "You're my trophy for the night."

You kiss with less passion than him, too nervous about making him happy. You match the softness of his lips with yours, lapping at his tongue like how he does. He laughs when he pulls away, finding amusement in the blushy and nervous look on you.

"Gosh, you're so cute," he sighs, grinning at you. It's no longer friendly, those lips. A bit swollen from your kitten bites, the way he's smirking at you feels too... smug. "Too cute. Those bastards won't have any chance now that I've devoured you."

You gasp when his hand tightens on your hip, and you shoot him a nervous look. "I– Isagi, what are you...?"

"C'mon, [Your Name], how could you possibly not have seen it?" He chuckles. "Bargin' into the locker room every time we're half naked, in those cute shorts, and you think that not one man in that room would think about taking you on the fuckin' bench? Think, cutie. But you've always been wary of them, good thing. They think they can devour you by intimidating and belittling you? Those fuckers don't know shit."

He catches your bottom lip between his teeth and laughs at their stupidity, vibrations buzzing your lip. "First, you gotta sweeten the trap with honey, you know?"

You are reflected in those captivating blue eyes, fluorescent lights illuminating your paling features. Taking you in again, he devours your lips once again, caring only for the taste of victory on his lips and your sweet sounds on his tongue.

Another victory snatched.

#blue lock #yandere blue lock #yandere isagi yoichi #yandere x reader #isagi yoichi #blue lock x reader #yester.writes

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itsmealaiah · 3 months

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VAMPIRE BILL SMUT?!?!?

YESS

inspired by @hockeymenarehot you are the BEST

Suck me dry

tags/ warnings: p0rn without plot, pussy eating, overstimulation, marking and biting, dom! vampire bill, mentions of blood/ gore

MDNI (don't like don't read)

pairing: bill x fem

do not repost, copy, translate, or take this fic anywhere else.

Your POV:

The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a haunting glow on the unmade bed. My breath hitched as I felt the familiar heat of his body press against my back. I couldn't help but arch into him, craving the feeling of his hard chest against my soft skin. His hands slipped under my shirt, tracing gentle circles on my stomach, sending shivers down my spine.

"Bill," I breathed, my voice husky with desire.

His reply was a low growl, sending a thrill through me. "I know, my sweet," he purred, nibbling at my ear. "I know."

With a swift movement, he spun me around in his arms, pinning me to the mattress. His lips found mine, hungry and demanding. His tongue thrust into my mouth, tangling with mine as his fingers curled into my hair, holding me in place. It had been too long since we'd been together like this, since he'd fed from me and marked his territory.

"Tonight," he groaned against my lips, "you're mine, and I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."

His words sent a shiver of anticipation through me, and I arched my hips upward, grinding against the hard length I felt pressing against his jeans. Heat pooled between my legs, and I couldn't wait any longer for him to make me feel better. I reached down and unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down and revealing his thick, hard cock, already leaking pre-cum.

"Oh, yes," I breathed, wrapping my hand around him. "That's what I need."

With a growl, he yanked my pajama bottoms down my legs, and then I felt his cool breath against my damp folds. I gasped as he parted my lips with his tongue, exploring every inch of my wetness. He thrust his tongue deeper, curling it around my clit, and I felt my body tighten in response. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, desperate for more of his touch.

"Bill," I moaned, arching my hips upward. "Please…"

His tongue darted in and out of me, expertly teasing my clit as his fingers began to explore my folds. He licked and sucked, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure, and I felt my body begin to tense, ready to release. With each thrust of his tongue, I could feel the pressure building inside me, threatening to explode.

He pulled back for a moment, breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he gazed down at me. "You're so beautiful, my love," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "So fucking perfect."

Then he was back, his tongue dancing over my clit, and I cried out, arching my back off the bed. His teeth grazed my sensitive skin, sending a shiver of pleasure through me, and then he bit down, just hard enough to leave his mark. I gasped as pain mingled with the intense pleasure coursing through my body, and then he was sucking on the mark, soothing it with his tongue.

I could feel the orgasm building inside me, threatening to tear me apart. "I'm going to give you what you need," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm going to make you come."

He thrust a finger inside me, curling it against my G-spot as he continued to lick and suck on my clit. My hips bucked wildly against his hand, and I moaned his name, my body on the edge of ecstasy. "Fuck, Bill," I whispered, my voice strained. "Please…"

And then he did it. His tongue circled my clit one last time, and I felt the world explode around me, my body convulsing in the strongest orgasm I'd ever experienced. His name was a ragged cry on my lips as he continued to lick and suck, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure.

As my senses began to return, I felt the bite on my neck, the sting of his fangs against my skin. It was a sharp, intense pain that mingled with the lingering pleasure of my orgasm, sending a shiver of arousal down my spine. I arched my neck, exposing more of my flesh to him, wanting him to feel more of my warmth, more of my life. He growled against my neck, his lips brushing against the marks he'd left, as if to soothe them.

He pulled away from my neck, his breath hot against my ear. "You're so incredible," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "You always know just how to drive me wild."

His fingers trailed down my body, skimming over my sensitive skin, leaving a wake of heat in their wake. He reached between my legs, his touch gentle but insistent, and found my aching clit. His thumb circled her, teasing her back to life, as he kissed his way down my body, his lips leaving a trail of fire across my chest and belly. I moaned his name, my hips arching off the bed in response to his touch.

"You're so wet," he murmured, nuzzling his face into the curls between my legs. "I can feel how much you want me."

He licked along my folds, tasting the mixture of our juices, and then he pushed his tongue deeper, flicking against my clit. I cried out, arching my back off the bed as pleasure washed over me in waves. His teeth nipped at my hip, drawing blood, and I gasped, feeling the sharp sting mingle with the intense pleasure that coursed through my body.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "You always have been, and you always will be."

His tongue thrust into me, curling around my clit as his fingers found their rhythm inside me. I cried out his name, my body on the edge of ecstasy. He kissed his way back up my body, his lips finding mine in a passionate, hungry kiss, as his hips began to move in rhythm with his hand. His cock pressed against my entrance, teasing the entrance, promising more pleasure to come.

"Give yourself to me," he whispered against my lips. "Let go and feel it."

I did as he said, surrendering to the sensations overwhelming my body. With a groan, he thrust his hips forward, impaling himself on my wet heat, filling me completely. I cried out in pleasure, arching my back off the bed as he began to move, his rhythm deep and sure. His teeth grazed my neck, marking me again, claiming me as his own.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Always."

As he moved inside me, I felt my body tighten, preparing for another orgasm. I wrapped my legs around his waist, arching my back to meet his thrusts. His teeth grazed my neck again, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. His lips found my ear, and he whispered words that only I could hear: "You're perfect."

His hand moved to my clit, circling and teasing as his hips began to move faster. I moaned his name, my body on the brink of release. I felt him grow more intense inside me, his movements becoming more urgent. He looked down at me, his eyes burning with desire, and I could see the pleasure coursing through him as he felt me getting closer.

With a groan, he thrust deeper, pushing me over the edge. I cried out his name as my body convulsed in a powerful orgasm. He followed me, his eyes squeezed shut, his back arching as he let out a hoarse cry. His teeth grazed my neck once more, a mark of possession that only I could see.

As our breathing slowed, he withdrew from me, his softening cock slipping from my body. He rolled onto his side, pulling me into his embrace. His lips found my neck again, kissing and nibbling as he whispered, "You're everything to me." I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the warmth of his skin and the steady beat of his heart against my chest.

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x you #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz fanfic #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader smut #itsmealaiah

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wordsinhaled · 2 years

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consider... hob and Things and history

hob getting settled enough to hold on to old things in a very intentional way because of the way they hold memory; the way they bring the past into the present. hob still writing with his sheaffer snorkel and his parker 51, lovingly restoring them when they break. hob making himself eggs in the morning in the same cast-iron pan he's carried from lifetime to lifetime, identity to identity, stripping and re-seasoning it each time he leaves an old life behind

hob still wearing his denim jacket covered in vintage pins from the pride parades of the 1970s and 80s. hob preferring slow fashion and thrifting; watching clothing trends go out of style and come back in. hob owning a smartwatch, but his 1880s pocket watch still runs and keeps time. and he's the same man who bent his ear to its reliable tick 140 years ago but he isn't the same, not the same at all—and it reminds him of how he's grown with the passage of time, and how he should always keep growing

(when it is time, when he is ready, some of hob's things always go to museums if they're particularly significant, or they get left to friends or to lovers, a little bit of him to hold on to in a life he sheds)

hob's things being a love letter to material culture, though not for the sake of materialism. hob recognizing the luxury of being able to stay in a place for a long enough time to own well-loved things, and the privilege in that, after having experienced abject poverty and dispossession himself; after having inflicted poverty and dispossession and cruelty on others

and so he wants his home to be a home for everyone. he wants his things to bring everyone love, to bring people together. he wants his inn to be a place for everyone (and he means everyone, and he'll fight anyone who jeopardizes that). especially, he hopes for it to be a place where his lonely once-stranger (dream, he still has to remind himself, sometimes) might feel a little less lonely

come to the inn of an evening and hob will make you a drink expertly mixed through decades of practice and infused with welcome. a solid chunk of the barware in the new inn is thrifted vintage, and he lets the patrons eat off and drink from it daily, lets them break it without apology, because things should be used and loved and carry stories

if someone breaks a mismatched teacup, sometimes he glues it back together and drills a hole in the bottom of it for drainage and plants something in it. if someone breaks a plate or a cup, irretrievably soils a linen napkin, warps the tines of a fork... hob sands away any rough porcelain edges. puts all the little remnants of life lived in the inn into a bin by the door and sticks a note on it that says "take a piece of our history :)"

and people do take things, silly as it seems. hob spots a scrap of an old floral linen napkin from the bin tied around the handlebar of a student's e-scooter like a streamer. one of his patrons takes the shards of a 1900s bowl and makes a mosaic art piece out of it that he brings to hob to put up at the inn; hob insists he couldn't possibly take it, keep it, put it in your home, make me another

his colleague from the history department invites hob over for dinner at his home, and they use the set of 3 plates that went in the bin because the fourth plate broke. the phelps' son just went off to uni and they're empty nesters now, and it's a perfect lucky little number, oddly healing for the three of them, dr. phelps and his wife and hob, eating off these three plates and thinking about kids growing up too quickly, kids meeting their potential, kids lost before their time

come to the inn, and if you come in on a friday hob will be serving weekly community dinner, good enough to make your grandmother cry, because it's home-cooked from recipes he's perfected over generations—first chicken-scratch-scrawled in iron gall ink on a piece of notebook paper and now scanned in high-res onto his tablet and emailed around to the staff. when hob moves on to his next life people will still be talking about this meal, making these dishes for their families

come to the inn and if you need it, hob will put you up in one of the rooms for free, no questions asked, for however long you need—all he asks is that you sit with him even for 15 minutes before you leave and tell him your story. he's got a noticeboard up on the wall and it asks people to leave little notes and drawings and things, and when the board gets full he puts everything in a scrapbook and labels it with the dates and keeps the scrapbooks on a little library book cart for people to look through

consider dream visiting hob's flat and passing his hands over hob's thrifted and loved and long-lived objects; being able to tell their provenance in the dreams of their former owners. dream and hob together honoring the living memories of hob's things and the people who once loved them

dream telling hob about the old woman who owned his teakettle once, and daydreamed, whenever she brewed her tea, of when she'd first met her late husband at 19, because his cologne had smelled of bergamot. about the two men who wrote each other the pair of victorian postcards hob keeps taped to his dresser mirror; about their secret love affair, and how there had been so many letters before that, all of them burned in an abundance of caution. about the sisters who'd worked together to piece the quilt hob sleeps beneath at night—how they'd posted it across the country back and forth to each other over years until it was finished

hob being living history. preserving it in himself. in his things. in his memories. in the memories and spaces he creates and curates

#the sandman #hob gadling #dreamling #i'M EMO

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sleepynegress · 6 months

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So, I'm Watching Dollar Tree The Gilded Age: The Buccaneers (I apologize that this is a long one folks because of ADHD Romantic Period Drama w/ ~Color~ tangents)...

Okay... So, I have to preface this by admitting that Bridgerton never has been my great big thing. It's a cake sculpted from cotton candy.

Pretty and sweet, but not much substance. And very much leaning on the "fantasy" so everyone can enjoy the costume romance fun (but it does please me to see my marginalized players, playing well...). -Using an author's works as a base, who not only started with an all-white palette but was flippant and insulting in response to the idea of inclusion... And yet...

I'm just saying, it is something that the woman who walked away from ABC because an exec didn't respect her enough to get a Disney pass for her family, went on to make that lucrative author's uplift deal with, instead of say, Beverly Jenkins. I love underdog romances that aren't the typical het white bread. Give me the canon gays (I never got slash...but I love when it's canon, especially with color), the big girls, the dark brown skin girls, the Black couples, and the interracials, especially when both are BIPOC and there's no lag in charm/looks in the lighter half in some expertly lit, dressed, confection that makes everyone look as gorgeous as they actually are and there's all kinds of soft plotting and chemistry. Bridgerton for all its lazy ways of handling color, gave that. Everybody is hot. And the people that studios have typically just pretended either weren't "invented" yet or were all living horrible tortured lives of enslavement got to get the sweet costumed wooing, will-they-won't-they, ~romance~ treatment. But... being an obscure Black history nerd... I'm neurodivergent, so I have some deep-dive GEMS that I'll mention here that I NEED TO SEE DONE WELL, before I die. FYI I called Dido Elizabeth Belle a good 8 years before that was actually made. It is frustrating to see some of the ACTUAL interesting capacities in which some actual existing Black folks in history who did live interesting, not tragic lives, not given the big glossy budget, well-written renderings they deserve... In lieu of what has now, firmly taken hold as a trend, colorblind casting in known white works. See recent adaptations of David Copperfield, Persuasion, Tom Jones, & Great Expectations,

and now, this The Buccaneers (which like I said, is Dollar Tree, and *worse* the colorblind cast sister Conchita is using her regular-eggular Cali accent and...is not a compelling actress & her man is a jar of mayo) and baby...them costumes are Reign-levels of anachronistic/bad. It's the lazy jump onto the trend Shonda exploded, and Mr. Malcolm's List started (yeah, that short film was put on YouTube a full year before Bridgerton debuted). So, my point... Instead of *just* doing colorblind casting in old classic white period works... I need to see these ACTUAL GREAT stories of and/or written by or about the colorful people who lived in those societies. And this is where it could get long... but I'll do my best to keep it short... EXAMPLES that were gotten right and those *I need to see adapted*: ____

Interview With The Vampire is inclusive color-AWARE casting... The showrunner went beyond and actually rewrote the narrative to make sure the inclusion wasn't lazily done, but actually improved the depth of the source IMO. And I believe the showrunner is a queer white man. It just takes empathy and effort.

Passing... is a moody slow-burn horror based upon an actual work written by a Black woman in that period, and adapted by a white-passing WOC who not only lived the theme, but rendered it expertly.

Belle is often pointed to as a good example, but my nerd-ass knows Gugu's beyond AMAZING handling of the material elevated it.

Too much was changed from the reality of her life (IMO), still...Most period dramas are about as "true" and yall know I was not a fan of Sam Reid's over-dramatic ass in this... (yelling in that damn carriage for what?!) but he is PERFECT in IWTV. Sanditon being made, despite the typical side-character Black character issues...really was a reset because Miss Austen had already envisioned, in her day and above her class(!) a Black heiress as a character getting the Austen treatment, w/o any modifications the salty and ignorant would prefer to think is beyond "true history". ----- I have a little hopeful part in my brain that wishes it had the power to will capable adaptions of the lives of Carlotta Stewart Lai - middle-class educated Black woman who became a teacher & lived an "Anne of Green Gables" type of Edwardian life (more interesting really) surfing, having "bathing parties," and teaching Hawaiians with her Black family, Portuguese, Hawaiian and Chinese friends on the big island... Her life was w/o the stereotypes people assume all Black Americans lived in Victorian/Edwardian "America".

Gustav Badin, a Black man who was "Chessmaster" of the Swedish Royal Court in the 1700's...was in charge of the Royal family's secrets after the Queen's passing, really gives me intelligent queer Black man energy in his portrait and lived out a non-tragic life in a VERY white space many don't know we occupied.

And The Hunters... Who already have a short film and I've posted about it here... but I would LOVE to see an actual rendering of their lives in the Klondike, with their gold and silver prospects and son grandson Buster and daughter Teslin in Edwardian Canada.

(that is Teslin at the highest point in the photo, named after the lake she was born at)

(and the Hunters' grandson Buster ice-fishing)

All this to say... Now, that I've thoroughly veered away from my review of a middling show... I WISH THESE DAMN SHOWRUNNERS used a little effort in research and imagination and gave us more "true to life" renderings of Black life (and life of color, in these romanticized spaces) that isn't tragic nor the patronizin inclusive "fantasy"... That feels like it's smirking at me while saying "we know you weren't ~really~ here, but here! have a cookie!!" These people existed.

You don't have to *just* make inclusive versions of white works with the lie that you have to do that because thee above people ~didn't exist~. Nor do you have to be lazy when you do!! (see: IWTV) Right now, for me... It feels like for the most part we're in a period of very shallow "advancement" in period rep. And I'm saying if little old me can find the actual stories that could make AMAZING true history-based media. Why can't the more powerful people do the same?? P.S.

You already know I'm fresh off being mad about that shitty Bass Reeves show...but I'm even madder because I can't even say, "just make sure its made by Black people," because Jeymes Samuel (AKA Bullitts) gave us skinny biracial StageCoach Mary!!!

---NO!! I will never stop being mad about it!!

DO BETTER!! Have the empathy and care for the material, regardless, and don't rest on "I know what I'm doing because I'm Black" That male gaze won out over truth in The Harder They Fall *smh*

P.P.S I get the feeling the lazy adaptions are about cash-grabbing, what they see as a trend, and being all the ready to jump back into the whitewashed business as usual, that ain't true to *all* actual histories nor (as Austen proved) fictions of those eras or spaces.

P.P.P.S. On The Glided Age!! I do love that the Fellowes drama has Erica Armstrong Dunbar (known for her book and research on Ona Judge -another figure whose story needs to be adapted!!!- the Black woman who successfully escaped enslavement from George Washington's household and was doggedly pursued by him throughout her life) and Salli Richardson-Whitfield as producers... so, Denee Benton's Peggy is authentic... but as much as I like The Gilded Age, I want to combine Fellowes comfort drama... with a CENTRALIZED Black character... Why can't someone do all of it correctly?? WHY??!!!

#I am so sorry...#I may have to attempt to do a video essay on youtube to truly cover what I want to fully say in this..I #blah blah #meta #the buccaneers #the gilded age #bridgerton #black history #marginalized folks in period dramas in comfort period drama is what I want #and done WELL!!#give me sarah forbes bonnetta's life

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girl-next-door-writes · 5 months

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And I Love Her

Characters: Poe Dameron x reader

Summary: The Winter Festival provides the perfect moment for Poe to relax and tell a special someone how he really feels.

Word Count: 1172 words

Prompt: Best Friends To Lovers. Putting Your Head On Their Shoulder.

A/N: This is the third of my Build-A-Festive-Fics so thank you to the super @sweetjedi who put these prompts together for the lovely Poe. (I have NOT proof read this so if you find a mistake LET ME KNOW!!!)

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The Winter Festival celebrations were fast approaching, and the Resistance base was awash with joy and merriment. Festive lights adorned the side of the Millennium Falcon, casting a warm glow across the snow-dusted landscape. The mouthwatering aroma of roasted meats wafted through the air, blending with the sound of laughter and the distant hum of starships. In these moments, the sense of hope was more tangible than ever, and the belief that anything was possible permeated the atmosphere.

Poe, dressed in his slightly battered Resistance uniform, leaned casually against a sturdy wooden post, surveying the scene with a contented smile. His gaze drifted over the gathered revellers, but it always came back to you. You, his best friend, was busy helping Chewbacca hang yet another strand of twinkling lights. There was a sense of camaraderie in the air, and Poe couldn't help but feel a warmth blossoming in his chest.

The two of you had been through more than your fair share of battles, shared triumphs, and weathered defeats side by side. As he watched you expertly manoeuvring around Chewbacca and the lights, Poe couldn't help but marvel at the strength of your beauty.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull, Poe pushed himself off the wooden post and made his way toward you, navigating the sea of joyful faces. The snow beneath his boots crunched in time with the festive tunes playing from strategically placed speakers, creating a rhythmic backdrop to the holiday preparations.

“Need a hand there?" Poe called out, his voice cutting through the lively chatter.

“Hey Poe! Trust you to show up just as we’ve finished. It’s like you’ve got a sixth sense about these things.” You teased him, earning an eyeroll and a lopsided smirk.

“Or perhaps I’m trying to stay out of trouble after last time.”

“Oh, yes, I am sure anyone flying into the base won’t be looking at a rather inappropriate image fashioned out of lights.” You giggled, recalling the previous Winter Festival.

Poe smirked. "Hey, it wasn't intentional. Finn and I were just trying to spread some holiday spirit."

You rolled your eyes in mock disapproval. "Sure, Poe. Holiday spirit, I'm sure that's what everyone thought."

He grinned. "Well, this year, I've made sure our decorations are, let's say, more family-friendly. No accidental light art."

You chuckled. "I appreciate that. I don't think the Resistance needs another incident report on inappropriate festive displays."

"Fair point. How about we grab a festive beverage? I hear they've added a new touch to the usual juice this year."

You raised an eyebrow, amused. "A new touch?"

Poe nodded with a mischievous twinkle. "It’s a festive surprise.”

You laughed. "Wow, Poe. That's some serious dedication to holiday spirit, festive surprise huh? Lead the way!"

As Poe led the way through the lively Winter Festival crowd, your arm securely hooked through his, the atmosphere around you felt charged with festive energy. The colourful lights overhead reflected in his eyes as he stole fond glances at you, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

The joyful chatter of fellow Resistance members surrounded you, and the air was filled with laughter and the sweet melody of holiday tunes. Poe's steps were confident, and his arm provided a sense of comfort and familiarity. He could feel the warmth of your body against his side, and the simple act of being close brought a sense of ease.

Every so often, Poe turned his head to catch your eye, his gaze holding a mixture of playfulness and genuine affection. His eyes spoke volumes, telling tales of shared adventures, unspoken understanding, and a hint of something beyond platonic.

As you meandered through the festivities, the scent of festive treats wafted through the air, and the glow of colourful decorations created a magical backdrop. Poe guided you toward the makeshift beverage station, where a selection of festive drinks awaited.

"Here we are," Poe said with a grin, gesturing towards the array of beverages.

You surveyed the options, a playful glint in your eye. "So, what's the special touch this year, Poe?"

He picked up two glasses, each adorned with a sprig of festive greenery on the rim. "Behold, the pinnacle of holiday sophistication."

You laughed, taking the offered glass. "Well, I must say, the Resistance knows how to throw a party."

As you clinked glasses in a festive toast, Poe's gaze lingered on yours. "To friendship, to adventure, and to not causing any unintentional intergalactic incidents with holiday decorations this time."

“That is definitely something I will drink to.” You chuckled, clinking your glass to his before taking a sip.

The two of you wandered off to find a place to sit, finally perching side by side on a slightly damp bench. The two of you observed your friends and comrades, revelling in the joyous occasion. The air was charged with the spirit of friendship, and the twinkling lights reflected in Poe's eyes as he stole glances at you.

Poe felt a gentle weight on his shoulder as your head came to rest, creating an intimate connection between the two of you. The beating of his heart quickened, creating a rhythmic melody that seemed to synchronize with the music playing in the background. He stole a sideways glance at you, marvelling at the way your presence seemed to complete the scene.

The world around you blurred as Poe's attention became solely focused on the shared moment. Torn between the enchantment of the evening and the warmth of your presence, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. His heart, a drum beating in sync with yours, whispered the untold words that hung in the air between you.

Taking a deep breath, Poe's gaze held yours, his voice a gentle murmur amid the festive symphony. "You know," he began, his words carrying the weight of unspoken emotions, "this... this feels right. Everything seems to fade away when I'm with you. It's like the world stops, and there's just us."

His fingers found yours, intertwining in a silent dance that mirrored the connection between your hearts. "I've been trying to find the right words, and I realise there might never be a perfect moment, but I can't keep it in any longer." Poe's eyes searched yours for affirmation, a vulnerability he rarely showed on the battlefield.

“I know.” You hummed softly, and a smile pulled at his lips.

A soft smile graced Poe's lips, and he couldn't help but express his gratitude for the connection you shared. Leaning down, he planted a tender kiss on the top of your head, a gesture filled with unspoken affection.

Pulling you a little closer, Poe continued to watch the merriment around you, his heart beating in harmony with yours. The world had changed, and yet, in that shared embrace, it felt like everything had fallen into place. The confession of love had woven a new thread into the tapestry of your relationship, and as the night unfolded, the promise of a future together lingered in the air, sweet and undeniable.

#Poe Dameron #Poe Dameron x reader #build-a-festive-fic #gndw fic

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thepaperpanda · 11 months

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Fireworks || Dabi x fem!reader

Summary: Dabi agreed to visit a festival with you

Warnings: none

Word count: 1748

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Dabi grumbled, reluctantly pulling the hood over his head as you insisted on dragging him to the festival. He found the whole idea utterly ridiculous, and there were plenty of other things he could be doing instead of wandering amidst a sea of vibrant stalls and overly cheerful crowds. But for some inexplicable reason, he found it difficult to say no to you. "Why do you want to go there again?" He muttered, squeezing your palm as you kept pulling him forward.

You couldn't contain your excitement as you walked alongside Dabi through the vibrant festival grounds. The air was alive with laughter, music, and the mouth-watering aroma of various foods. It was a sensory overload that filled you with joy.

"Isn't this festival amazing, Dabi?" You exclaimed, a wide smile spreading across your face. "I love how it brings people together and creates such a lively atmosphere! Thank you for joining me."

"You were whining for weeks. I had no other choice but to join you," Dabi rolled his eyes, tugging the hood further over his head. "This place is too damn bright and colorful, with all these annoyingly happy families everywhere. How much longer do you plan on staying here?"

Sensing that Dabi wasn't quite himself, you decided to pause and give him your full attention. You came to a gentle stop, turning to face him with a concerned expression on your face. "Hey, Dabi," you said softly, your voice filled with genuine care. "Is everything alright? You seem a bit off."

"Yeah. I am fine but I'm not a fan of crowded places like this," Dabi muttered, casting a gentle frown in your direction. "But if you're enjoying yourself, then I suppose it's worth it. Are you having fun here?"

"I love all these stalls," you continued, eyes darting from one display to another. "The handmade crafts, the vibrant clothes, and the intricate artwork — it's like stepping into a world of creativity. But if you're not feeling well here, we can get back home."

"I didn't let you drag me all the way here just to go back home now. Let's just dive and explore, I bet you also want to see the fireworks."

It was peculiar that he took an interest in it. Festivals were never his thing, yet when you mentioned this particular one, he found himself searching online to see what it had in store.

"Look at the food stalls!" You exclaimed, unable to contain your excitement. "The aroma of sizzling skewers, the colorful array of desserts, it's like a feast for the senses."

You motioned towards a nearby stall, where a skilled chef expertly flipped and seasoned a plate of sizzling takoyaki. The tantalizing aroma wafted through the air, making your mouth water.

"I can't resist trying everything," you admitted with a playful grin. "From traditional favorites to unique fusion dishes, there's something for everyone. It's a culinary adventure."

Dabi chuckled shortly, looking at your excitement. It was actually very cute to see you like this, maybe coming here wasn't such a bad idea.

With a loud sigh, he tilted his head to the side. "Well, then. Pick something. My treat."

"Hey, Dabi," you said, a soft smile gracing your lips. "I think a little something sweet might help lift your spirits. How about trying this?" You pointed to a plate of freshly made taiyaki, warm and fragrant, filled with a rich custard cream. The golden-brown fish-shaped pastries beckoned with their inviting aroma, promising a delightful treat. You quickly laid and offered the pastry to him.

Sighing deeply, he nodded and accepted the pastry.

Indulging in sweets wouldn't alter the circumstances, but perhaps it would bring a momentary spark of joy to your day. "Thanks. I can see you really enjoy all this."

"Yes, Dabi. Thank you for joining me!"

His arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer against himself. "You know I want to make you happy, so don't thank me."

You nuzzled against Dabi, inhaling the scent of his intense cologne as it enveloped your senses. The aroma filled the air, mingling with the warmth of your proximity. Your nose pressed gently against his chest, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his strong heartbeat resonating beneath your touch. "I love you."

"I love you too. Now c'mon, let's enjoy this whole thing before I change my mind, little one," he uttered, patting your head. "Let's go and see what else they have here."

As you strolled alongside Dabi through the bustling festival, your gaze scanned the surroundings until it settled on a familiar figure. Among the crowd, there was no one else but Hawks.

Dabi frowned, feeling how your hand slipped out of his. His displeasure grew as he realized you had left his side, but his disdain deepened further when his gaze fell upon Hawks.

Hawks perked up, feeling the gentle tap on the shoulder. He turned around and immediately smiled. "Little feather! How small the world is!"

"Keigo!" You got on your tippy-toes and offered him a hug. "Long time no see! How have you been doing?"

"Oh, ya know, busy! Flying here and there, keeping the number two hero title," he winked and tapped your nose. "Keep it down with the name, 'kay? I don't want people to spot me, since somehow I blended in."

"It would be easier if not the feathery backpack, heh," Dabi commented, walking up to you. "Don't you have better stuff to do?"

"And here is my favorite, crispy friend," Keigo smiled a little wryly. "I do but I also want to relax. I never took you for a guy that likes such colorful places. Kinda against your whole aesthetics," he teased, making Dabi groan.

"Forgive me, Hawks. I always forget about it!" You whispered quietly. You looked at Dabi above your shoulder. "Oh, he agreed to visit this place with me! I was whining for too long, probably."

Hawks' arm wrapped around your shoulder. "Oh, don't be silly, little feather. I bet you didn't whine, he is just grumpy. With me? I would take you here the moment you would have asked."

"But she ain't with you so keep your hands to yourself, chicken," Dabi muttered, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to himself.

The hero only laughed. "Someone is getting jealous, as I can see."

"H-hey, Dabi!" You whispered, taken aback by his sudden reaction. "You know well, Hawks and I are friends for years!"

"So? I work with him, and you don't see me boasting about it," he snapped, his arms enveloping your shoulders in a tight embrace. Dabi pressed his head gently against yours, glaring at Hawks with fiery anger in his eyes.

"Aww! Grumpy and jealous," Hawks continued his teasing.

You reached out and ruffled Dabi's hair a little. "That's what made me fall for him."

"Look at you, Dabi," Hawks hummed, "So soft and gentle. So cute!”

"Yeah," Dabi groaned. "Hey! People! It's Hawks! He is here!"

"Huh! No, no... Keep quiet!” Hawks pleaded, but it was too late. As soon as people realized that it was indeed him, he got surrounded by fans excited to meet their favorite hero.

Dabi used this little commotion and pulled you away. Finally, he had you all to himself again. "That's better."

"You were truly jealous!" You smiled at him, instantly intertwining your fingers with his. "But that was not necessary, now he won't be able to enjoy the festival calmly."

"I don't fucking care if this bird brain will enjoy the festival or not," Dabi rolled his eyes. "He was hitting on you, and this annoyed the fuck out of me."

"Excuse me, he was what?" You tilted your head.

"Are you really that clueless, Y/N?" Dabi growled. "He was hitting on you. Flirting with you, and you are mine, only mine. I don't need that chicken around you."

"No, Dabi! Hawks would never flirt with me, I'm completely opposite of his type!"

"He doesn't have a type. He is attracted to pretty girls, and of course my girl is the prettiest of them all." He said, pulling you closer. "C'mon. We are leaving this place. Just don't give me the sad face, it will be worth it.'

"Oh, already?" You made a sad tone but squeezed his palm. "Sure, then, let's go. Lead the way, handsome!"

"You'll like it," he assured.

Dabi guided you along as you walked together, eventually leading you to a serene hilltop. Seating himself on the soft grass, he pulled you gently onto his lap, enveloping you in a warm embrace with his strong arms.

You put your head on his shoulder. "What are we doing here?"

"You'll see in a moment. Just be patient," he nodded, patting your head.

As you nestled closer to Dabi, a mesmerizing fireworks display began to illuminate the night sky. With each burst of vibrant colors and dazzling patterns, your eyes were captivated, fixated on the breathtaking spectacle unfolding before you. The crackling sounds filled the air, harmonizing with your racing heartbeat as you both stood there, enchanted by the magical display of light and wonder. Time seemed to stand still as you watched the fireworks dance and fade, creating beautiful memories etched in your mind forever. "Look! It's pink! Oh! There! Such a beautiful green!"

Dabi's chin rested on your shoulder, and he pointed at the fireworks. "I can see pretty purple and blue hues there. Those are actually pretty," he admitted, squeezing your waist.

You side-eyed him; he was the most handsome man you've ever came across in your life. Leaning forward, you brushed your lips against his cheek. "I love you."

"You are a lucky one," he nodded and suddenly pulled you into a short kiss. "Because I love you too," Dabi added shortly after pulling away.

"Dabi? Promise you will never leave me."

"Why would I leave the only good thing in my whole fucked up life?" Dabi nuzzled to your neck. "Leaving you would be a foolish mistake."

"Please... Don't say like that."

"I tell you how it is, little one. You are the only good thing in my whole life, and I am not letting you go."

Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you held him close, enjoying fireworks.

Dabi cuddled you close; it was all he needed. He didn't care if the fireworks were pretty - the fact you were happy and with him by your side was the most important.

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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎

pairing: alessia russo x reader

request: ‘can you do some angst with russo? but like...stomach drop angst. and r is bff with very protective a ona? please.. thank you.’

summary: the one where it all goes wrong

warnings: the ‘L-bomb’, fluff, angst, the occasional swear word, established relationship

word count: 6k

a/n: welcome to the rollercoaster of emotions. everyone boarding this ride please be prepared for the angst and fluff throughout but ultimately, a not so happy ending

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The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky of Manchester, peeking through the blinds of your bedroom where you were currently sleeping. Reaching out in your sleep, you noticed the missing presence beside you.

You tapped around haphazardly, waking up fully when all you could feel was the cold sheets from where your girlfriend once was. Your eyes fluttered open, face scrunching up as you were hit by the morning light.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you rolled onto your back, looking up at the ceiling. Letting out a content sigh as you stretched your limbs before you sat up to look at the time on your phone.

Groaning slightly at the realisation that it was only half seven in the morning you stood yourself up and trudged to the kitchen, phone in hand, hoping to find your girlfriend.

Walking into the kitchen you were soon hit by the strong smell of coffee. Placing your phone on the counter, you sneaked up behind Alessia and gently wrapped your arms around her waist, swaying the two of you from side to side.

“Morning, love.” You said, pressing a kiss to the top of Alessia’s head, voice still a little groggy due to just waking up.

“Sleep well?” Alessia asked, turning around in your hold, wrapping her arms around your shoulders as the two of you continued to sway without any music.

“Yeah, you?” You questioned, placing a quick peck to Alessia’s lips, a smile adorning both of your faces.

“Mhm.” Alessia nodded, resting her head in the crook of your neck.

The two of you were surrounded in your little bubble, completely forgetting that Alessia was making breakfast before the smell of burning flooded both your senses.

Alessia quickly got out of your hold, desperately trying to salvage whatever she could but it was no use.

“This is what happens when you're in the kitchen.” Alessia said, pointing a spatula in your direction.

“I’m not the one cooking.” You smiled, raising your hands in defence.

“You’re a distraction.” Alessia huffed as she walked towards you, taking a hold of your hands, wrapping them around herself.

“How about I cook us something?” You wondered, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

Feeling Alessia nod into your chest you chuckled before bending down to pick her up. Alessia lets out a small yelp at the unexpected action and is quick to wrap her legs around your waist.

Walking over to the kitchen counter, you set Alessia down beside your phone before you went to rummage for something to make breakfast. You soon came to a decision to make a full english and you were quick to get to work.

Alessia watched on as you moved around the kitchen expertly, preparing all the food. She was soon brought out of her trance when your phone rang from beside her.

“Ona’s calling you.” Alessia said, holding your phone out to you.

“You can answer it.” You smiled, placing some bacon into a pan, watching as it sizzled.

Alessia gave you a small okay before answering Ona’s face time call.

“Y/n! I found the perfect r-” Ona quickly cut herself off upon seeing Alessia’s face instead of yours. “Oh, hola Alessia.”

“Hey, you alright?” Alessia asked, chuckling at the confused face of your best friend.

“Yeah, all good.” Ona smiled.

“What was it that you were going to say?”

“Oh, it's no big deal, really.” Ona spoke.

“You alright, Ona?” You questioned, resting your head on Alessia’s shoulder.

“Casi le conté a Alessia tu secreto, así que no, no estoy bien. Casi arruiné todo para ti.” Ona rambled.

“What was that?” Alessia asked, tilting her head to the side out of confusion.

“Nothing to worry about.” You said quickly, gently taking your phone from Alessia and walking into the living room.

“Lo siento. I didn’t-” Ona started.

“It’s fine, Ona, seriously. She doesn’t know. I’ll call you later, okay? We can talk about it then.”

“Sí, sí. Okay, speak to you later.”

“Bye, Ona.” You chuckled as you ended the call.

“So, what don’t I know?” Alessia wondered as she rested against the doorframe.

“Oh, Jesus, Less. You scared the shit out of me.” You jumped, looking up from your phone and at the woman in front of you.

“Don’t dodge the question.”

“It’s a surprise.” You shrugged, placing your phone on the coffee table before walking passed the blonde forward and back into the kitchen.

“Fine, I'll drop it for now.” Alessia mumbled as she followed after you.

“There's nothing to worry about.” You smiled as you plated the breakfast for the two of you.

“Okay.” Alessia whispered.

You took a hold of both your plates and brought them into the living room, setting them down on the coffee table. Turning on the tv, you quickly nipped back into the kitchen to get some cutlery and once you returned you saw a sour look on Alessia’s face.

“What’s up?” You asked, sitting beside the blonde, placing her cutlery beside her plate and the same for yourself.

“You tell me.” Alessia said, crossing her arms, leaning back.

“I don’t know?” You said, huffing out a laugh. “I really don’t.”

“You either tell me what it is you’re doing or we are both going to seriously fall out.” Alessia stated, giving you a look.

“Less-” You tried.

“Don’t call me that.” Alessia cut you off.

“Wha-? I don’t-? Why are you acting like this?” You tripped over your words, confused as to why Alessia was acting like this.

“I want to know what you’re hiding.” Alessia spoke.

“I’m not hiding anything?” You said, trying to think of what could’ve happened in the short span of time from when you left her to go to the kitchen to then come back right after.

“No?” Alessia said rhetorically.

“No.” You said, shaking your head.

“So why did you change your phone password?” Alessia asked.

“I-” You mumbled.

“Are you cheating on me?” Alessia questioned, voice quivering.

“What?” You mumbled, stunned. Voice cracking at the thought of Alessia thinking you were cheating on her.

“Are you?” Alessia asked again, standing up from the sofa to pace around the living room.

You watch as she puts her hands in her hair, seeing the tears brimming her eyes, how her lip begins to quiver.

“Less-” You tried again.

“I said don’t call me that.” Alessia cut you off, pointing at you, stopping her pacing.

“Alessia.” You said softly and cautiously, getting up off the sofa as well, making your way to the blonde, however, she backed away from any of your advances.

“Answer the question.” Alessia demanded.

“I’m not cheating on you.” You said, looking straight into her eyes, still making your way towards her.

“Then why-?” Alessia said quietly, almost as if she didn't believe you.

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” You said softly, getting closer to Alessia so you were able to place your hands on her shoulders.

“I’m sorry.” Alessia mumbled, looking down at the floor, ashamed for accusing you of such a thing.

“It’s okay.” You smiled, pulling her into your embrace.

“I just-”

“It doesn’t matter, okay? I love you and nobody else.”

“I love you too.”

“I’d never cheat on you, I promise.” You said. “How about we have our breakfast now?”

“That sounds like a good plan.” Alessia said as she let out a teary chuckle.

Upon hearing Alessia sniffle, you gently pushed her back and out of your embrace, cradling her head in your hands, you used the pads of your thumbs to wipe away any stray tears that fell from her eyes.

“I love you.” You said quietly, watching as Alessia’s face lit up at the eight letter sentence.

You placed a kiss on her forehead before you sat back down on the sofa, Alessia snuggling up into your side. The two of you tucked into your breakfast as you watched the movie playing on the tv.

As you both watched the movie the two of you finally finishing up your breakfast you found yourself mindlessly drawing patterns and shapes up and down Alessia’s side. Enjoying the tranquillity after your little hiccup, you felt Alessia’s grip around you tighten.

“I’m sorry, I am so sorry.” Alessia mumbled, repeating the same sentence over and over again.

“It’s okay, I'm sorry I made you feel that way.” You said, pulling the blonde forward closer to you.

“I don’t know what I'd do without you.” Alessia quietly admitted.

“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of the blonde’s head.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, now how about we forget this ever happened and think about what’s happening these upcoming days?” You suggested.

“Yeah, okay.” Alessia smiled.

“So, what's on our agenda?” You asked, smiling at how Alessia has perked back up again.

“I thought we could have a chilled day today and tomorrow, maybe go shopping then on sunday we can invite the girls around?”

“That sounds good, so today is a chilled one, saturday is shopping then sunday is with the girls, got it.” You repeated Alessia’s words, confirming with a little nod.

As exactly what Alessia said, the rest of the day was a completely relaxed one. The two of you just stayed cuddled up on the sofa watching movies, having a couple make out sessions here and there but not going any further than that. Just enjoying the time you spent together. Never wanting the moment between you to end.

As the day soon became night, you decided to speak to Ona to talk about what happened that morning. As another movie came to an end you noticed Alessia’s evened out breaths, signalling that she was asleep.

As delicately as you could, you moved the blonde from on top of you and moved from underneath her. You made sure she was in a comfortable position before you left the blonde and walked into your bedroom to call Ona.

“Hey, Ona.” You smiled seeing your best friend’s face pop up on the screen of your phone.

“Hola, y/n.” The Spaniard replied.

“Sorry about earlier, we were in the kitchen making breakfast.” You apologised, rubbing the back of your neck.

“It’s okay. I was going to talk about a ring I found.” Ona smiled, practically jumping up and down.

“You found one?” You asked, attention definitely peaked.

“Yeah. I got them to hold it for you till tomorrow.”

“Oh, Ona I love you!” You cheered, a big smile plastered upon your face.

“No problem, you have to get there before midnight tomorrow before they possibly sell it to someone else.”

“Yeah, okay. Just send me the details and I'll go have a look tomorrow.”

“Okay, I can't believe my best friend is going to propose.” Ona said excitedly.

“Bye, Ona.” You chuckled, ending the call.

A couple of minutes passed before you got a notification from Ona telling you everything you needed to know about the ring and where the shop is. Smiling to yourself you locked your phone and walked back out into the living room where Alessia was still asleep.

Not wanting to wake her, you ran back into your shared room and prepared the bed for her before going back to the living room where you gently picked Alessia up bridal style and made your way to the bedroom.

Along the short journey there, Alessia snuggled herself up into your embrace and held onto you unknowingly. As you placed the blonde onto the bed, her grip on you tightened.

“Don’t go.” Alessia mumbled quietly, still half asleep.

“I’ll only be a quick minute, I just need to turn the lights off.” You whispered.

“Okay.”

Keeping your promise you were back with Alessia in under a minute. You quickly but carefully got under the covers and settled yourself beside Alessia who soon turned onto her side to bury her head in the crook of your neck, her leg resting on top of yours.

Placing your phone on charge, you turned off the light on your bedside table and wrapped an arm around your girlfriend. The two of you falling asleep not long after.

The next day came around and when waking up this time, instead of feeling cold sheets, there was the warmth from your girlfriend cuddled into you. Your positions not changing from the night before.

Alessia’s head rested in the crook of your neck, involuntary inhaling your perfume, the smell making her feel at home. As she cuddled into your side, your arm was trapped under her head. Your hand tracing small, intricate patterns on her back.

Trying to be as careful as possible, you pulled yourself up and out of the bed, making sure that Alessia was still asleep before you went to the bathroom.

Quickly doing your morning routine, you got changed into some clothes before finding a piece of paper and writing a little note for Alessia.

‘Morning, love

I’m just popping out for a little while, I'll be back before lunch

Love you x’

You left the note on her bedside table next to her phone before you placed a gentle kiss on her temple, taking a hold of all your things needed for the day, and leaving the house.

Once you sat in your car, turning on the ignition, you sent a quick text to Ona saying you were going to have a look at the ring for Alessia.

You put your phone away, clicking your seatbelt into place before driving off. The drive wasn’t long, only twenty-five minutes and before you knew it you were parking up outside the shop.

Nerves suddenly kicking in, the reality of it all becoming much more real and it terrified you. Not the fact you were going to propose, the fact you may be rejected. Hopping out of your car your nerves grew with each step. Your heart pounds just that tad faster as you neared the shop door.

As you opened the door, you were greeted by an old lady sending you a sweet smile. Walking over to the counter where she stood, you exhaled a shaky breath before you spoke to the lady.

“Hello.” You smiled, drumming your fingers on the counter.

“How are you, dear?” The lady asked, clearly noticing your nerves.

“All good, thank you.” You replied. “Um, my friend called yesterday and asked if you could hold a ring under the surname y/l/n?”

“Oh, yes. Let me just go get it for you.” The lady said before she left you by the counter to go to the back of the store.

You weren’t waiting long and the woman was back before you knew it. She placed a box in front of you, a beaming smile across her face.

“Your friend chose a good one.” She said, pushing the box a little closer towards you.

With delicate fingers, you picked up the tiny box, and opened it up to reveal the most beautiful ring you had ever seen.

“Yeah, she did.” You whispered, not tearing your eyes away from the item in your hand.

“Your partner must be very lucky.”

“Oh, I'm definitely the lucky one.” You said, smiling up at the woman before closing the box and placing it back on the counter.

“Would you like to look at some others?”

“No thank you, I'll take this one.”

“Okay, if you will just follow me.”

The lady moved towards the cash register you followed closely behind. As you pulled your card out the lady scanned the ring. You didn’t care for the price, you were willing to pay for the whole world when it comes to Alessia.

“That’s all gone through, would you like a bag?” The lady asked.

“I should be alright.” You smiled, taking the ring from the lady’s outstretched hand.

“Alright then, I wish you the best of luck, not that you're going to need it.”

“Thank you.” You said, sending the lady one last smile before walking out the shop.

As you walked back to your car, you were too busy to notice that some of your teammates had seen you. Just as you were about to get into your car, they called out your name.

Stopping dead in your tracks, you turned around and saw who there was. Thankfully Alessia wasn’t with them and it was only Tooney and Millie.

You were quick to say hello to them both, joining in a little conversation which soon turned into one where they got in your car and you were driving to a nearby cafe.

Completely forgetting about the time, you sat with Ella and Millie, stupidly leaving Alessia at home, wondering where you had gone to.

You ignored your phone, not on purpose but you hadn’t realised the multiple missed calls and messages from not only Alessia but a couple of your friends as well.

You had thought you managed to escape the gruelling from Ella and Millie about why you were exiting a jewellery shop but you were soon to realise they were just saving the conversation for when you were sat down.

“Are you going to show us?” Ella asked.

“Show what?” You replied, confused.

“The ring.” Millie said.

“I-”

“Come on, don’t try to lie to us. It’s about time you proposed anyway.” Millie smiled.

You pulled the ring out from your pocket and slid it onto the table in front of you. The two girls gasped once they opened up the little box, both of them completely gobsmacked at how beautiful it looked.

You told them that it was a secret and how you were planning to take Alessia on a holiday next week and you were going to propose to her then.

The both of them immediately wanted in on your plan and they were willing to help you in any way possible. The three of you conversed for what seemed like a short period of time when in reality it was hours.

By the time the three of you had finished up with your food and conversations it was well into the afternoon.

Mentally scolding yourself once you realised the time, you quickly bid your goodbyes and asked if Ella and Millie would want to come round to yours and Alessia’s tomorrow. The two were immediate to agree and after saying one last goodbye, you jumped back in your car and drove home.

“Less?” You asked, walking through the front door.

After not receiving an answer you trudged further into the house, hoping to scope out your girlfriend. Once you did, it was not a pretty sight.

Alessia was sat on the sofa, underneath an abundance of blankets, tears brimming her eyes as she stared at the movie playing on the tv.

“Less?” You questioned, walking around so you crouched in front of your girlfriend, placing your hands on her knees, looking into her eyes that showed so much emotions in the span of a second. “I’m so sorry.”

“Where were you?” Alessia croaked.

“I went out to pick something up but I got caught up with Millie and Ella, I am so sorry.”

“I tried calling and texting you but you didn't pick up.”

“I know, I'm sorry. I didn’t check my phone till I got in the car.”

“Are you really though?” Alessia asked, wiping away the tears that fell from her eyes with a slight anger.

“Am I what?”

“Sorry? You keep repeating it. If you were really sorry it wouldn't have happened more than once.”

“What has happened more than once?”

“Don’t play stupid, y/n. Recently all it has felt like is that you are choosing your friends over me.”

“That's not what it is like at all.”

“Then tell me, tell me why we made plans only for them to go flying out of the window.” Alessia said, standing up leading you to back away from her, trying to dodge her flying hands that were expressing her feelings.

“Less, you have to believe me.”

“Then why does it feel like I can't?”

“What?” You asked, taking a step back. The feeling in your heart was as if you were just shot. “Do you not trust me?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Well you implied it.”

At this point you started to feel more and more nervous about proposing. You were just trying to figure out where it all went wrong. You never thought hiding a huge secret away from Alessia would be like this. You should’ve known she’d think something is up.

You just wish you could tell her. But that’ll mess everything up. You had a plan. Take Alessia to Italy and propose. However, that dream seemed to be slipping through your fingers.

The one big question playing on your mind is: would it all be worth it? All the fighting, hurtful comments being thrown left, right and centre? Of course it would be.

You loved Alessia and nothing would change that.

“What is happening to us?” Alessia asked, taking in a deep breath.

“I don't know.” You replied, your voice cracking slightly.

“I wish you would just tell me what's going on.”

“I told you, it's a surprise.”

“I’m slowly starting to think that’s bullshit.”

“How about we forge-”

“We can’t just keep ‘forgetting’ everything, it doesn't work like that.”

“Just till tomorrow?” You pleaded. “It’ll all make sense, I promise.”

“Fine,” Alessia said reluctantly, “but you’re sleeping in the spare room.”

“Yeah, okay,” you gave a small nod with a smile, “I love you.”

“I hate you.”

“I know you do.” You smiled, placing a kiss to Alessia’s forehead before walking to the kitchen to prepare dinner, unknowingly leaving behind a smiling Alessia.

The late afternoon soon turned into night and after the two of you had your dinner, you found yourselves going separate ways. Alessia into your bedroom and you into the spare one. It was going to feel weird without her by your side but that was the least of your worries.

After doing your nightly routine you contemplated between going to bed and going to say goodnight to Alessia so you obviously did the latter. You made your way out of the spare room and towards where Alessia was.

Opening your bedroom door, you spotted Alessia laying with her back towards you. As you got closer to her, you noticed she was already knocked out.

You gently pressed a kiss to her temple before whispering a quick ‘goodnight, I love you’ before walking back into the spare room where you got yourself under the covers and tried to fall asleep.

It was around two in the morning when you felt some movement beside you, opening your eyes, you noticed a flock of blonde hair flooding your vision. Silently smiling to yourself, you felt Alessia get into a comfortable position against you, the forward sighing in contentment.

“Goodnight, love.” You whispered, placing an arm around her waist as well as a kiss to her head.

“Night.” Alessia smiled, tightening her grip on your t-shirt, pulling herself closer into you.

The morning came around all too quickly and you were soon woken up by the birds singing outside your window and the soft snores from your girlfriend beside you.

This time, instead of getting out of bed by yourself, you stayed lying next to Alessia. The blonde forward holding onto you for dear life, burying her head in the crook of your neck.

Your fingers mindlessly tracing shapes on her arm that was slung around your waist. You were completely trapped by her, not that you had anything against it, in fact you wouldn't want anything more than to just be with the love of your life.

As the minutes went on, your mind began to wander about what you were hopefully going to do in the upcoming week. If everything went right today you would be on a plane to an Italian island called Sardinia on monday.

Everything was going fine, till the nerves kicked in. Your mind had it all planned out, how you were going to say you were taking her on a little get away, where you would stay, what you could do, and most importantly, how you were going to propose.

Being stuck in your head, you didn't realise Alessia had woken up. Noticing your increased breathing, chest rising and falling rapidly, Alessia sat up in worry.

“Y/n?” Alessia gently questioned, cupping your face.

“Less.” You said, coming back to your senses.

“Are you okay?” Alessia asked, worry evident in her eyes.

“Yeah.” You smiled, sitting up against the headboard.

“Promise?”

“Just got lost in my head a little.”

“What about?”

“You’ll find out soon.” You smiled cheekily.

“Should I be worried?” Alessia chuckled.

“Nope, leave that to me.”

You held your arm out and signalled for Alessia to cuddle up beside you, which she happily obliged to.

“So, what happened to sleeping separately?” You teased, amusement lacing your voice.

“Shut up.” Alessia mumbled, hiding her face in your chest.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away from me.” You said.

“Oh yes, you're so irresistible.” Alessia said sarcastically.

“I know I am.” You smirked.

“You’re also very annoying.” Alessia said, moving her head up so she was looking into your eyes, raising her hand to let her fingers trail along your facial features. Going from your eyebrow, down your nose, to your jaw.

“Mhm.” You hummed quietly, your lips ghosting over hers. “You love me though.”

“That I do,” Alessia smiled, leaning in but before your lips could touch you pulled away, “hey!”

Chuckling softly at your girlfriend's reaction, you peppered feather-like kisses along Alessia’s face, her nose scrunching up at the action. Before pulling away, you placed one last kiss on her mouth, one that had Alessia chasing your lips for more.

“Easy there, tiger.” You smiled. “You can have some more later.”

“I better.” Alessia pouted, placing a kiss to the underside of your jaw before resting her head back on your chest.

“We still need to go shopping for some food for when the girls arrive later.” You whispered as you ran your fingers through Alessia’s hair, the latter humming contently.

“What's the time now?”

“Not too sure.”

“We can go shopping at lunch and get some food whilst we’re out?” Alessia suggested, her voice getting quieter and quieter towards the end of her sentence as she desperately tried to keep her eyes open.

“Go back to sleep, love.” You whispered, continuing to run your fingers through her hair. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

After not receiving a reply, you chuckled quietly knowing that Alessia had fallen back to sleep.

After a couple of hours, Alessia woke back up again and keeping your word, you were still laying under her as you mindlessly scrolled through instagram.

“Hey sleepy-head.” You smiled, looking down from your phone.

Alessia didn’t respond, instead she hid her head further into you, feeling as your chest rose up and down from your laughter.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, you scrolling on your phone whilst Alessia watched, occasionally pointing out something she found funny. Once you realised the time was well into the late morning you both hopped out of bed and got ready to do some food shopping.

It didn’t take long for either of you to get ready and you were out of the door, ready for your little trip to the local supermarket.

You drove the two of you to the closest store, Alessia creating a list on her phone making sure she wouldn't forget anything.

As you walked into the store, you grabbed a trolley and followed your girlfriend's orders, picking the necessary things off the shelves and occasionally adding a little treat for yourself.

After following Alessia around the store for god knows how long, you finally arrived back at the till where you helped Alessia place the food on the conveyor belt as well as putting the food in the right bags.

Being the loving partner you were, you paid for the food before Alessia could protest, sending a cheeky smile her way when receiving the receipt.

Alessia shook her head in disapproval but let a smile take over her features as you took a hold of the trolley once again, the two of you finally leaving the store to head back home and prepare everything for when your friends arrive.

Not wanting to take more than one trip you took a hold of as many bags as possible only leaving Alessia with one. You placed them onto the kitchen counter and let Alessia boss you around for where she wanted everything.

“Shit.” Alessia muttered.

“What's up? You okay?” You questioned.

“We forgot the dip.” Alessia said, shoulders sulking.

“Don’t worry about it. I can quickly pop back out if you want?”

“No, it's fine.”

“I’ll be quick.” You chuckled knowing that Alessia wanted the dip.

“Okay.” Alessia reluctantly agreed.

“I love you.” You said, placing a kiss on Alessia’s forehead before picking your car keys back up and making your way back out the front door.

“Love you.” Alessia called out just before the door closed.

Whilst you drove to the store once again, before your friends could start to pile into your house. Alessia preparing everything at the last minute.

Scanning the shelves for some dip you picked up every one that you could find, not knowing anyone's preference.

You hated to admit it but you did look a little weird holding a basket full of random dips. After you paid for it all you rushed back to your car.

As soon as you were about to get into your car someone called out your name. Turning around, you saw a lady who looked to be a little under your age rush towards you asking if they could have a picture.

You agreed thinking as soon as it was over you could get back to Alessia but that wasn't the case. Even after the photo was taken the lady wasn’t holding away from any advances.

Discreetly trying to move away from her and back into your car, she kept herself close to you. One hand brushing against your arm as she batted her eyelashes at you.

Giving a tight lipped smile, you peeled her hand from you and bid your goodbyes, quickly getting into your car and driving off. Once you finally got out of the car park you let out a sigh of relief just wanting to be back at home.

However, luck wasn’t on your side and you were soon caught up in traffic. You never wanted to scream at road works any more in your life. You don't know how long you were stuck in the queue for but it felt like centuries.

Finally arriving back home, you opened your front door with one hand as the other held a bag of dips.

“I’m back.” You called out into your house but didn’t receive a response. “Hello? Less?”

You walked into your living room and saw Alessia sitting on the sofa with her head in her hands as she rested her elbows on her knees. As well as a couple of your england teammates.

“I got the dip.” You said, announcing yourself to your friends but once they snapped their heads towards you, you wanted the world to swallow you whole.

“Get out.” Lucy said, venom lacing her voice as she pointed to the door.

“What?” You questioned, looking at the Barcelona player.

“You heard her.” Leah piped up.

“No.” You said.

“No?”

“No. This is my house and would someone just tell me what the hell is going on.”

“Get out y/n.” Alessia said, not moving in any way to look at you.

“I’m not leaving without a reason.” You said, standing your ground.

“This good enough for you?” Lucy asked rhetorically, shoving a phone into your face.

“What?” You questioned as you looked at what was on the screen. It was a photo of you with some girl but what confused you was that you were kissing. “I-”

“Get out.”

“No, that's not me- well it is me, but that never happened.” You stumbled over your words, looking at Alessia silently praying that she would look at you.

“Y/n” Alessia said, the hurt evident in her voice. “Please. Just go.”

“Less-”

“I don't want to hear it.” Alessia cut you off as she stood up and walked in front of you. “And don't call me that.”

“Please.”

“What? You want me to forget about all this too?” Alessia said letting out a sarcastic chuckle. “That's not how it works, remember?”

“I never kissed her!” You said, your voice raising a little.

“Well that picture says something else.” Alessia scoffed, trying to hide the pain evident in her chest.

“Are you seriously going to believe the internet over me?” You asked and once you didn't get a response you let out a pained chuckle. “You will never trust me, will you?”

“Trust you? Trust you after what has happened these past days?”

“Alessia-” Leah started but backed away once the forward gave her a stern look.

“Did you ever even love me?” Alessia asked and that's when the floodgates opened, the blonde desperately trying to stop the tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Of course I love you.” You said.

“Well you have a funny way of showing it.”

“Alessia, please, you have to believe me.”

“I think you should go.”

Not wanting to fight anymore, you dropped your head and nodded at the ground.

“As in forever?” You asked quietly, looking up at Alessia before the rest of your friends.

“Just pack a bag for a couple of days.” Leah said as she noticed Alessia struggling to form any words.

“Yeah, okay.” You said finally admitting defeat.

You trudged to your room and pulled out a bag to pack a couple of your clothes and your essentials before you looked in your bed side draw to place one plane ticket on Alessia’s bed side table whilst you kept the other.

Forcing down a lump in your throat, you placed the ring into your bag as well and after you had everything you needed you made your way back to the living room.

“I’m sorry, Less. I really am.” You said softly, “I- uh- I love you.”

You trudged out of the house, head hanging low and driving off, just missing as Ona pulled up to your house with Ella and millie.

The three of them bounded into the house, smiles clear on their faces but they soon dropped once they noticed the atmosphere they just walked into.

“Who's died?” Ella mumbled, earning an elbow to the ribs from Millie.

Lucy nodded her head towards the kitchen as she left Leah with Alessia, the two of them on the sofa as Leah tried to calm the forward down.

“Y/n cheated.” Lucy said not even letting the three girls get into the kitchen.

“What?” Ona questioned. “She wouldn't do that.”

“There was a photo.”

“You believed a photo?” Ona asked, her voice raising a little as she found herself getting protective over you.

“It's clearly photoshopped, look.” Ella said as she zoomed into the photo.

“Oh shit.” Lucy muttered, her head falling into her hand.

“Yeah, oh shit.” Ona said.

“Where is y/n anyway?”

“She left.”

“What do you mean she left?” Millie questioned.

“We sort of kicked her out.”

“You kicked her out not bothering to hear what she had to say?”

“Yeah bu-”

“No! She was going to propose and now everything is ruined.” Ona shouted.

“She was going to propose?” A voice said, one that wasn’t Leah’s nor Lucy’s.

“Alessia.” Ella said softly as everyone looked at the blonde.

“That was the surprise?” Alessia mumbled, tears brimming her eyes, “she was going to propose.”

#alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo imagines #woso imagine #woso #woso x reader

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cerastes · 1 year

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You know, with your evil woman thing I was expecting Dorothy to be sinister, not Magical Mouse Otacon. "I created a dream network to free us from our chains! It's also a Castrophe-strength Caster!" "...why that last part?" "Why not?" Girl has endless goodwill and no concept of military applications.

NO YEAH that is an expertly apt designation: Dorothy is Otacon if Otacon was also a high level Archmage.

You can summarize Silence and Dorothy's "fight" (debate) as

Dorothy: "But with my creation, I can level the playing field for everyone in the world, there'll be no more hardship, the only thing that'll differentiate one from another is their own hard work, not their natural talent!"

Silence: "Okay that's really cool Dorothy but did you ever stop to think why this is all being funded by Really Fucking Shady Dude with Military Connections, while you work at the Morally Bankrupt Labs that have had a hand in literally everything bad that has happened in this country, ever? Also did you notice how another way to use your creation, besides its intended use as a hub for the collective human consciousness, which is, by the way, WITH DUE RESPECT, A BIT CRAZY, can also be used as a giant Arts resonator that can cast Arts with potency on the scale of actual Catastrophes and thus is basically a Catastrophe that can be controlled by human will? Do you REALLY not see how that is a dangerous thing to have? In general? As a whole?"

Dorothy:

Dorothy: *looks behind her to see The Creation warping reality, space, and time*

Dorothy:

Dorothy: "Wait."

Dorothy: "Wait you're right this SUCKS I fucked UP" *unplugs it immediately*

Basically, Dorothy is High Intelligence Low Wisdom build, I love her.

#arknights #silence #dorothy

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icarusignite · 1 year

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So i have a weird reaquest heheh i just read you finan x reader where they die instead of osferth and the final sentence being about them meeting in heaven SO i got this idea about like in the next life maybe like a modern AU they meet by accident in our time like idk the boys go to a bar or something after a day of work and she is there and Finan just feels like they know each other and something and massive fluff!!!

Thank you<3333

A/N: Heyyoo, I love love loved this request, so cute. Hope you like this fic. I had alot of fun writing the "in another world" vibes lol. This is my first time writing modern AU so apologies if it's abit nonsensey.

Word Count: 2.5K

Pairing: Finan x Fem! Reader (no use of y/n), Modern AU

AO3

In this labyrinth of time, our souls entwined

The bar hummed with an energetic atmosphere, vibrant and alive. Warm, dimmed lights cast a golden glow across the space, illuminating the polished wooden surfaces and richly upholstered seating. The air was filled with the mingling scents of aged whiskey, fragrant hops, and delectable cuisine, creating an inviting aroma that embraced the four men who had just entered.

The sounds of conversation, laughter, and clinking glasses merged harmoniously, creating a symphony of human connection. Patrons leaned against the sleek bar, engaged in animated discussions, their voices rising and falling like waves crashing on a distant shore. Bartenders, skilled and swift, expertly crafted cocktails, their movements a well-practiced dance behind the counter. The clatter of shakers, the clinking of ice, and the pop of corks added a rhythmic backdrop to the bustling scene. There was also the occasional burst of applause that erupted from a corner where groups engaged in friendly games of darts or pool. The walls were adorned with eclectic artwork, vintage posters, and memorabilia, and the music, carefully curated to suit the mood, resonated throughout the room.

As for Finan, Osferth, Uhtred, and Sihtric, they navigated their way through the bustling crowd, exchanging nods and friendly greetings with familiar faces along the way. Their destination was a cozy booth nestled against the far wall, worn leather seats beckoning like old friends. The table, scarred with marks of countless conversations and camaraderie, stood as a testament to the memories made within its embrace and the friends settled into their respective spots, each claiming their corner of comfort.

"Now, Osferth," Finan teased, nudging his friend playfully. "Remember, moderation is key tonight. We don't want a repeat of last time, do we?"

"Hey, that was not my fault!" Osferth retorted. "Sihtric was the one who made that stupid wager."

"Well, whatever it was, your girlfriend wasn't too happy about having to drag your drunk ass back home when we called her," Sihtric smirked.

Uhtred rolled his eyes, "How'd someone like you even get a girlfriend Osferth?"

"You're just jealous that our boy here is in an actually stable relationship. Maybe you should learn a lesson or two from him?" Finan threw an arm around the blushing younger boy.

"What, and deny the ladies all this?" Uhtred spread his arms wide and gestured to himself, making the table erupt in snickers.

Osferth's face reddened slightly as he chuckled, his eyes flickering with embarrassment, "I'll make sure I don't lose it today. I don't really wanna bother her."

"Awww, he's in loooove," everyone cooed together, making Osferth blush harder.

"Can we-uh-can we just order, please!"

Uhtred raised his hand and summoned one of the waitresses over. She was a confident-looking woman, and when she caught sight of the boys, her eyes sparkled with familiarity and warmth.

"Evening, gentlemen. What can I get for you today?" she grinned. "Will it just be the usual?"

Uhtred raised a hand to his heart, "Oh you flatter us Amelia, you know us so well."

"It's only right that I remember the order of my best tippers," she winked.

"I supposed it does help that we come in here every Friday night and order the exact same thing?" Sihtric raised an eyebrow playfully.

"I suppose. So yes, the usual then?"

"Thanks, Amelia, you're a doll," Uhtred smiled widely and leaned conspiratorially toward her. "And by the way-"

"Nuh-uh, don't try that with me," Amelia tapped her pen against her notepad. "Cassie from last week was here earlier and she did not look happy."

"Hmm, I wonder what that was about."

"Uhtred..." she warned, equal parts amused and annoyed.

"Oh c'mon, it's not my fault she got attached. It was a one-night kind of thing."

"Uhtred, Uhtred, Uhtred."

"Amelia, Amelia, Amelia, your disappointment in me stings."

Amelia rolled her eyes, "Good. You should learn from Osferth here. Now this is a true gentleman."

She ruffled his hair affectionately, making Uhtred groan.

"I'll send someone over with the food and drinks boys. Have a good time!"

As she walked away, Uhtred leaned back in his seat, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips, "Did you see the way she looked at me? No woman can resist my charm."

Finan chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, Uhtred, your ego knows no bounds. She's definitely not into you!"

"Hey, but she could!"

Sihtric sniggered, "Leave it to Uhtred to flirt with every pretty face he comes across."

"And besides, there's no way she'd be into you when you go around breaking the hearts of every woman in her establishment," Osferth chimed in.

Just then, their drinks arrived, and Uhtred was saved from responding. He took his glass absentmindedly from the news server, eyes still lingering on the woman who had retreated behind the counter and was now currently issuing orders.

The four friends were just raising their glasses, toasting to the adventures they had shared and those yet to come, when there was a sudden hush in the atmosphere. The boys turned their eyes toward the commotion along with everyone else in the room.

A drunken man, fueled by liquid courage, had crossed the line of decency, attempting to grope a young woman who had been enjoying her drink in solitude at the bar. The atmosphere crackled with a mix of anger and concern, a collective discomfort rippling through the patrons. The woman's discomfort was palpable, her eyes darting around for help as she swallowed nervously. Uhtred stood, accompanied by his friends, ready to step in immediately, but then a figure burst through the crowd.

You were fierce and unyielding as you emerged, eyes flashing with defiance. Your voice boomed with a fiery determination as you confronted the perpetrator.

"Get your fucking hands off her before I cut them off!"

The drunken man, taken aback by the unexpected confrontation, slurred a profanity-laden response "Mind your own business. The whore was asking for it."

The victim, your friend whom you had left unattended for a moment while you went to the washroom, shuddered at his words and it made your blood boil. You stood your ground with unwavering resolve, managing to stare down your nose at him despite being almost several inches shorter.

"And you know what you're asking for, you pig? A fucking beating?"

The drunk man snarled and the entire bar waited with bated breath. Finan watched you curiously. He had never seen you in his entire life, he knew that much for sure, and yet there was something about you that seemed so familiar. Something about the steely determination in your glare and the way your voice echoed without strain. He found himself worrying for your safety just then, and he told himself that it was just very human of him to be wishing for the safety of a fellow patron of the bar.

"Oh yeah, and who'd gonna give me the beating? A pathetic thing like you?"

The drunkard lunged toward you, his intentions clear. But he had gravely underestimated your strength and resolve. In a swift movement, you dodged his attack, your smaller stature and sober mind giving you the advantage of speed and better coordination. Your fist connected with his jaw in a powerful counterstrike. There was a satisfying crunch and he crumpled with a howl. The sound reverberated through the room, silencing it for a split second before the eruption of applause and cheers.

"Alright, the show's over, get that fucking clown out of my bar!" Amelia finally arrived at the scene with security and everyone watched them throw the man out, returning the familiar buzz of conversation to the environment.

The aftermath of the confrontation still hung in the air as Finan, Osferth, Uhtred, and Sihtric returned to their booth, feeling quite impressed at your bravery. However, there was something else lingering in the air—Finan's undeniable fascination with you.

As they settled back into their seats, Osferth's eyes twinkled mischievously, "Finan, my friend, it seems your attention was captured by more than just the excitement of the moment."

Uhtred chuckled, leaning back with a knowing grin, "Indeed, it appears our fearless Finan has met his match. A strong-willed woman who can throw a punch? I totally see the appeal."

Finan's cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. "No, no, it's not that. I feel like-I feel like I know her."

"You seen her before?" Sihtric raised an eyebrow.

"A one-night-"

"No! Nothing like that!"

Uhtred raised his hands placatingly, "Alright, alright. Shall I ask Amelia then? Maybe she's a regular here?"

"Maybe, I don't know."

"Just go talk to her Finan," Sihtric sighed in exasperation.

"What if she thinks I'm a creep or something?"

"Oh I think she's more than capable enough to handle creeps don't you think?"

"Hey! I don't wanna be handled like a creep!" Finan exclaimed indignantly.

"Well then, you better be on your most gentlemanly behaviour dude," Osferth clapped a hand on his shoulder.

With the resounding support of his friends, Finan steeled his nerves and rose from the booth once more. He crossed the bar, weaving through the mingling crowds until he reached your side. You were still comforting your friend in hushed whispers when she nudged you to turn your attention to the newcomer.

Finan wore an easy confident smile as he leaned against the bar, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You know," he began, his voice filled with playful charm, "I could swear we've crossed paths before. Perhaps in a previous life?"

You snorted, "Oh wow. That was-"

"Charming?"

"Oh, is that your go-to line?" you raised your eyebrow unimpressed.

"Well, it hasn't failed me yet. But I must admit, it doesn't seem to be working splendidly in this instance," he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Well, consider my curiosity piqued, charming stranger."

"Finan, at your service," he extended his hand which you took in a firm handshake.

The moment your palms met, a kaleidoscope of emotions and sensations cascaded through his being, and Finan felt a jolt of familiarity as if the tapestry of time had woven your destinies together long before your paths had crossed here in this bar. Time itself seemed to stutter, as though a forgotten melody had suddenly resurfaced, stirring memories buried deep within him and his heartbeat quickened. He knew you, he could swear it. Within that ephemeral moment, the boundaries of space blurred, and the present moment fused seamlessly with echoes of the past and the whispers of the future. The sensation transcended the confines of the physical world, creating a bridge that spanned eons, traversing the realms of memory and eternity. Finan then pulled away, feeling quite foolish. No girl had ever made him feel this way before but surely it was foolish to be drawn this way to a stranger he had just met. He looked up at you, trying to deduce whether or not you felt a similar connection, or if this familiarity was something on his part alone.

Your eyes were warm as you smiled at him, but there was no recognition in them. That was all well enough, he supposed. The stressful week must be getting to him. This was the first time he'd seen you because there was no way he'd ever forget someone like you if you had made his acquaintance in the past.

"So, will I get to know your name, or are you determined to stay an enigma?"

Your smile grew wider as you introduced yourself.

"That was quite a punch back there," Finan eyed your bruised knuckles in concern. "I must say, I'm impressed."

You laughed, the sound echoing through his ears pleasantly.

"Flattery will get you far, Finan. But tell me, do these lines usually work for you?"

Finan leaned in, his tone conspiratorial, "I'd say they've got about a 50/50 success rate. Though I must confess, it's never been quite as genuine as it is with you."

"Well, you certainly have a way with words. Perhaps, just this once, I'll let you get away with it."

"Wow, in that case, would you let me buy you a drink?"

"Hmm, I'd like that. Thank you."

Finan flagged down the bartender, ordering your preferred drink. Then, with a worried glint in his eyes, he added, "And may we also have some ice for her bruised knuckles, if you don't mind."

The bartender returned, placing your drinks on the bar along with a small bowl of ice. Finan took a few napkins and wrapped a few pieces of ice in them, reaching out to brush his fingers gently across yours.

"May I?"

You nodded hesitantly, and he pressed the cool relief to your knuckles, making you sigh.

You smiled, "Thank you. It's not often I find someone who pays such attention to the little things."

After that, the conversation seemed easy, your words flowing effortlessly like a dance. The bar's ambient sounds faded into the background, leaving you wrapped in a cocoon of shared laughter and connection. You didn't even notice your friend slip away from your side, leaving you two alone at the counter.

Finan's friends observed the scene from their booth, their eyes fixated on their smitten companion. Uhtred leaned in, his voice filled with mischief. "Well, well, it seems Finan has truly met his match."

Osferth nodded, a warm smile on his face as he watched the two of you laugh and engage in witty banter, "He's found someone who can match his wit I guess. It's entertaining for sure."

"How long before he works up the nerve to ask her out?" Sihtric chimed in.

"If he hasn't already," Uhtred pointed out.

"Nah, I don't think he's done it yet. He seems different this time."

"Oh you think you're the expert now Osferth," Sihtric nudged him with his elbow.

"Well, I am the one with the long-term relationship, so yeah, I guess that makes me the expert. We can't very well call Uhtred the expert now can we?"

Back at the bar, you and Finan had continued to share stories, your laughter intertwined with glimmers of vulnerability and shared interests. Finan leaned closer, his voice uttering your name sincerely.

"You know, there's something about you that is so truly captivating. I find myself drawn to your spirit, and I can't help but want to know more."

"My spirit huh? Damn, you definitely have a way with words. So what is it that you want to know, Finan?"

"Everything. I want to know your dreams, your passions, and the adventures that have made you the person you are. I want to know everything about you!"

"Oh."

"If you'll let me of course," he amended quickly, not wanting to scare you off.

Your cheeks flushed a deep red, "I assure you my life has been very ordinary so far, but perhaps you shall hear about it another time."

Finan reached out, gently taking your hand in his, "I eagerly await that time. Until then, may I have the honour of taking you out for dinner?"

"Oh," your eyes widened. "Well...okay yeah, I'd like that. I'd like that very much, Finan."

Your voice tugged at his heart. The cadence of your voice, the melody of your laughter, and the animated movements of your hands, as you talked, resonated deep within him, stirring emotions that defied explanation. The sense of déjà vu enveloped him, painting the air with shades of nostalgia and anticipation. he tried his best to recall the origin of this profound connection, but they slipped through his fingers like whispers in the wind.

His heart called your name, even though it had just learned the shape of it today and your souls, separated by the veil of existence, recognized each other anyways.

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itstheoneshot · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 5

Exhibitionism: Jonghyun

!dom Jonghyun

“Jagiya,” He murmurs, his voice a little croaky from sleep and the dryness of the air in the plane, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

You aren’t a huge fan of flying, not because you are afraid of it, but the seats are uncomfortable, your legs and back get sore from being in the same place for so long. The food is always trash, and you can’t focus enough to watch a movie or play a video game to keep yourself occupied.

“I just can’t, oppa,” You reply, leaning up to kiss him on the lips, “Did you sleep okay?”

Jonghyun hadn’t been asleep for long, but while he was, you watched him lovingly, the way that his mouth hung open a little, his long eyelashes cast shadows on his high cheekbones, how did you end up so lucky as to have him?

“Better than not sleeping, I guess,” He chuckles, adjusting the blanket that covers you both, “It’s so damn cold in here though.”

You lean your head on his shoulder, nuzzling in as he runs his fingers through your hair, giggling as he tickles your neck. His hand slips under the blanket, trailing down your arm to your fingertips. You try and get closer to him, as if that were possible, finding so much comfort in his closeness, but soon you realise that he had an ulterior motive in the position he has gotten you in, his hand moves further, further still.

“Jjong,” You mutter under your breath, “What are you doing?”

You attempt to steady your breathing as his hand moves to your thigh, fingernails gently grazing your skin as he travels upwards. He smirks a little, taking a moment to answer, hand not pausing as it moves further, inching closer to where it absolutely should not be in public.

“Keep quiet, jagiya,” He soothes you, “I’m just going to help you relax.”

You bite your lip, adjusting yourself in your seat, feeling your cheeks burning. You glance up at the air conditioner vent above you, nope, it’s still on, and wonder how the hell it got so hot in here.

Jonghyun’s hand roams over your core, but continues moving upwards to find the elastic waistband of your leggings. You shut your eyes just as his hand slips under the fabric, trying your hardest to contain your voice as he moves back down. Your nails dig into the seat when he touches you, and you open your eyes to see him straight-faced, as if this wasn’t happening at all.

He expertly moves your panties aside to touch you, one finger tracing the outside before he breaches. You take the first finger easily, able to maintain composure even when he curls it slightly. When he adds a second finger is a different story, and a third, and he circles your clit with his thumb. You whine, unable to hold it back, eyes wide and frightened, glassed over with pleasure.

“Oh, baby,” Jonghyun murmurs, “Do you want everyone to hear you?”

You shake your head, your blush deepening as his fingers move a little faster, and you moan involuntarily, covering your mouth with your hand to try and stifle it.

“I think you do,” He continues, “You need everyone on this plane to know how much of a slut you are, how desperate you were to have me make you feel good, you couldn’t even wait to be somewhere private, could you?”

He is right, and you both know it. The thrill of being seen, being caught, it makes you insane. Having to hold yourself back, focus on keeping quiet, having little to no control over your body, your movements, your sounds, it made the pleasure hit you tenfold. Jonghyun works your body like magic, thighs shaking after mere minutes passed by, your eyes sparkling with tears as you try so hard to remain composed and steady.

“Oppa,” You warn him, your nails digging so hard into the seat that you fear you will puncture holes, “I’m so close.”

Jonghyun smirks at you, his rhythm remaining the same, not slowing down or speeding up, just continuing the pattern that has you seeing stars and falling towards an orgasm that you fear may completely destroy you. You fear that you may not be able to hold back, that your cries will wake every passenger around you, but it is coming, and coming fast.

“Then cum,” He urges you, leaning down to kiss you as he feels you begin to shake, “I’ve got you, don’t be scared.”

You let go as instructed, falling apart around his fingers as you quietly moan into his mouth, the pleasure is so much more intense than you let on, only out of fear of getting in trouble, though that helps the pleasure too. Jonghyun coaxes you through it with ease, prideful that he has this power over you, loving the way that you break so easily.

“Now try to sleep,” He chuckles, your chest heaving as he pulls his fingers out, lifting them to his mouth to lick clean, “We still have hours to go.”

You readjust in your seat, leaning your head on his shoulder to try and do exactly that. Feeling much more calm, relieved to have not been caught, though still embarrassed at how badly the thought of that had turned you on in the first place.

“And when we are at the hotel,” Jonghyun goes on, “I’ll be getting my fix, too.”

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yvesdot · 7 months

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Making a Mess Part 3

Sanji x Zoro

Sanji’s vow to stave off drinking comes to a swift end when he finds himself in the red light district being handed free drinks. Yet another night of drinking with Zoro leads to them repeating their first night together.

If you haven’t already, please read part 1 and 2 before continuing, otherwise it won’t make much sense.

NSFW below the cut.

“Sanji, you’re gonna’ come ashore with us right?” Nami asked him as he collected the empty glasses he had served the girls’ drinks in.

”How could I turn down an invitation from such a beautiful lady, my sweet Nami,” He smiled.

”Even if you’re still taking a break from drinking it’ll still be fun to have you!” Franky added from where he was playing volleyball with Usopp, Chopper and Luffy on the deck of the Sunny.

”I was thinking of stopping at the night market, I’ve heard it’s got some rare ingredients I’d like to try to get my hands on.”

“Get me more sake, Curly,” Zoro called as he climbed down from the crow’s nest.

”Get it yourself Moss-For-Brains!” Sanji bit back, his demeanor immediately changing at the swordsman’s words.

“At least I’ve got brains, all you think about are tits and-“ Zoro expertly dodged Sanji’s first kick before grabbing his second one. He held it tightly, finally meeting the cook’s rage filled gaze, smirking for a second before lifting the leg he held as high as Sanji’s muscles would allow it. Clearly not expecting Zoro’s attempt at a counter, a gasp slipping past his lips as Zoro winked before letting his leg go with a slight shove to push him off balance, giving him time to walk away before Sanji could get another kick in.

Frustration built in Sanji but he opted to let Zoro be, choosing to silently collect the last few cups from his crewmates and hoping no one noticed the wink…or how flushed his cheeks were after.

They avoided each other like two positively charged magnets until they all went ashore. Avoiding each other wasn’t new, it had been a daily occurrence but after that night, things had changed. Sanji found Zoro sitting in his kitchen, sometimes even napping in the booth while he prepped in between meals. They hadn’t talked about that night, but it was apparent they both remembered it, the wink made that very clear.

Once everyone got to town, people began walking in pairs. As Sanji walked in the direction he was told the night market was, he felt someone close at his heels, turning to see Zoro. He shouldn’t have been surprised but he was, even more so when the man spoke “Want help?” They kept walking, now side by side as they maneuvered the growing crowds of this town’s tavern scene.

“N-No I’m alright, don’t let me get in the way of your drinking.” Sanji waved him off but Zoro’s pace never faltered.

“I’ll drink after, figured you’d need someone to carry your bags since you’re so dainty.” Sanji felt his brow twitch in annoyance but before he could come up with a retort they noticed the crowd thin. Zoro looked around, pulling Sanji to the side while he pulled a small notebook from his back pocket to look at the directions he had hastily wrote when someone a few islands over had told him about it.

“Says it should be around here,” Sanji looks up from the pages and scans the surrounding area. “I guess we’ll keep looking.” Sanji grabs Zoro’s forearm, knowing that if he let go now, Zoro would surely get lost. The swordsman didn’t fight this, not agreeing that he would get lost, but the feeling of Sanji’s hand wrapped around his exposed arm had his blood pumping more than he’d want to admit.

They kept walking, turning down an ally when Sanji thought he smelled meat being cooked. As the sun finally dipped under the horizon they turned a few corners and found themselves on the edge of town. The streets were lined with dim lanterns that cast a flickering red glow as they walked under them. Sanji still had his nose in his notebook, as though the directions would appear only for a second and he’d miss it if he looked away. A smile spread across Zoro’s lips slowly as he looked around at the bars and the people who were along the paths, taking special interest in anyone who would make eye contact with them. Zoro hastily wrapped his arm around Sanji’s waist, forcibly pulling him to the side of the path and coming to a stop. “Okay, not that I’m complaining, but this definitely isn’t the kind of night market you’re looking for.” Sanji looked around, it took a bit for it to sink in, but when it did his face flushed. “Come on Curly, we walked all the way here, might as well take in the sights.” Zoro smirked, grabbing the cook’s tie and pulling him towards the nearest bar. Sanji managed to wrench his tie from the other man’s hand, stopping just outside the threshold. There were a few scantily clad women walking along the building, trying to make eyes at Zoro who paid them no mind.

“I’m not sure I wa-“ Zoro grabbed the tie again.

”Stop doing that!” Sanji groaned, trying to pry the larger hands off the fabric while being led into the crowded bar. Zoro stopped and pulled enough Berries from his pocket to pay the cover for the both of them before tugging on the tie again. “I’m not a dog!” Sanji had to yell over the music, finally ripping the tie out of Zoro’s grasp and tucking it back into his buttoned blazer. They quickly found a pair of stools at the bar, Zoro immediately ordered two shots as Sanji was looking around the bar, but he didn’t know what or who for. He just wanted to look busy even though he could feel Zoro’s eyes burning holes into his back. Sanji’s gaze fell on a small stage that he could just barely see over the crowd that had gathered there, it wasn’t until he watched a woman wearing a dress that left very very little to the imagination that he realized the type of club this was. He watched as she dragged herself along the single golden pole before spinning around it as she ran her free hand up and down her body.

“Oi, Curly,” Zoro said close enough to his ear that he felt his lips brush along his lobe for a fraction of a second. He turned to look at the man who handed him a shot.

“So much for not drinking for awhile,” Sanji attempted to yell over the music that had suddenly gotten even louder. The drink burned the entire way down his throat as he tried to recall the last time he had done a shot…if ever. He hadn’t even been holding the empty shot glass for 10 seconds before Zoro replaced it with another full one before tossing back his own. “What’re you, made of money?” Sanji had to yell over the music but Zoro couldn’t hear. Just as Sanji was about to repeat himself, louder this time, Zoro pulled Sanji’s stool as close to his own as he could before leaning so close he could feel his breath on his neck. That, paired with the alcohol rushing through his system, was a problematic combo.

“They’re free,” Zoro yelled, voice gravelly. Sanji could just furrow his brow in response. Zoro nodded over his shoulder towards a guy sitting at the end of the bar, he had been staring since the two sat down. “Don’t put too much thought into it, just take it and say thanks.” Zoro put another glass in Sanji’s hand before holding his up towards the stranger even going as far as to shoot him a wink before tossing it back. Sanji mimicked him, minus the wink.

Sanji could feel the alcohol warm his thighs, his cheeks felt hot as he watched the woman spin around the pole. Zoro said something but Sanji didn’t catch it so he leaned into him, feeling his body sway into the other man’s who slung an arm around his shoulders and brought his lips right against his ear. “You wanna go somewhere quieter?” He nodded, forcing himself up, Zoro’s arm slipping down to his waist.

“Where would that be?” Zoro tugged him, leading him away from the bar and up some stairs. “How do you know where we’re going?” They got to another floor and the swordsman started peaking into rooms, ignoring the closed doors. The music thumped downstairs while moans could barely be heard from the closed doors.

“These places are all the same,” He muttered, finding an empty room and tugging Sanji inside, closing the door behind them. Both men flopped on the curved couch, Sanji’s eyes glued to the silver pole in the middle.

“You come to these places a lot?” Zoro picked up an abandoned glass of clear liquid, sniffed it before drinking it.

“Gotta’ blow off some steam sometimes, y’know,” Sanji nodded. “No you don’t.”

“The hell do you mean I don’t?”

“You never blow off steam.” Zoro leaned back against the couch before stretching his arms above his head, his shirt pulling up enough to show off his treasure trail.

“You don’t know what I do.” Sanji began digging through his pockets until he pulled out a cigarette from one and his lighter from the other, taking no time at all to light it and inhale deeply. Exhaling directly in Zoro’s face.

“I know that you popped a boner the moment I held you against that wall.” Zoro beamed with a cocky grin. If it hadn’t been for the alcohol coursing through his veins he would have been beyond flustered, but instead he felt a competitive burst.

“I had drank a lot.” Zoro reached both arms back, resting them on the top of the couch back, his knees spread wide as he smirked at the other man.

“Yeah, like it wouldn’t happen again.” He said sarcastically, Sanji opted to stay quiet knowing that Zoro was probably right. Sanji inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with smoke, holding it for a few seconds before pushing it out his nostrils. When a few more seconds went by Sanji finally met Zoro’s eyes,

“Why’re we here?” Sanji asked, resisting the urge to crunch the cigarette between his front teeth in frustration. The urge only growing when he watched Zoro shrug.

“You’re the one that dragged me across this town, I’m just trying to make the most of it.” Sanji’s eyes scanned over the other man, taking in the way his white shirt was stretched across his large chest, the fabric struggling to hold when his chest was at the apex of an inhale.

Zoro could barely handle the way Sanji’s eyes slid over his body, lingering on his thighs before slowly making their way back up to his chest. He watched as Sanji unconsciously ran the tip of his tongue over his lower lip leaving a shine over them. It was becoming too much for the Swordsman who pushed himself up, the alcohol tingling in his loins as he used his foot to nudge the blonde’s knees apart enough to be able to stand between them.

Sanji would be lying to himself if he tried to say he didn’t love the way the other man towered over him. If he had a few more drinks in him, he’s fairly certain he would have leaned over and mouthed at his covered semi but thankfully for his ego he maintained his relaxed posture, puffing a cloud of smoke up at Zoro who remained unmoving. “What’re you waiting for? Or did you forget what you were doing?”

“Big talk from someone who can’t admit that they want me.” Sanji rolled his eyes, leaning forward and around Zoro to tap the ash from his cigarette in the ashtray before leaning back again, a smirk playing across his lips.

“Like you said, it’s just blowing off steam.” He knew it was probably more than that, he knew that it was something to do with who he was dealing with that made him keep putting himself in positions to repeat their first night together. But he would rather never cook again than admit that to anyone.

Something in Zoro changed but Sanji was too dumb to notice. Zoro reached out and grabbed the cigarette, pulling it from his lips and snuffing it out on the table before handing Sanji one of the shots that had been on the table when they got here. “Smoke tastes terrible.” Sanji begrudgingly did what was silently instructed to him before putting the shot back on the table. Zoro still didn’t move.

“Jesus Marimo, are you waiting for an invitation?!” Sanji was getting frustrated, his dick was half hard in anticipation and Zoro was fully aware of that, that was part of the reason he wasn’t going to give in so quick.

“I want you to say it.” He bent his leg just slightly so it could ghost over the bulge.

“Say what,” Sanji knew exactly what Zoro wanted, he wasn’t a complex person and even less of a complex lover. But Sanji wasn’t nearly drunk enough to be so free with his words, especially when it involved him admitting how much he craved the swordsman he swore to kill one day.

“Say you want me.” Sanji huffed out a laugh.

“I don’t need to say shit, I could go downstairs and find 5 people that do what you did ten times better.”

“That may be true but at least I won’t infect you with something that would give our poor doctor a heart attack.” Zoro reached behind him for the other glass of unknown alcohol and knocked it back. “Just say it and I’ll give you what we both want,” he reached his hand forward to grab Sanji’s tie, tugging him forward a bit.

When Sanji stayed silent Zoro shrugged as he stepped away from Sanji, letting the tie slip from between his thick fingers before walking around the table in the center of the room towards the door. “Have fun jerking off in a private room, I’m gonna go find a good fuck.” And just like that, Sanji was alone with his half hard dick and alcohol clouded brain.

He couldn’t force himself to get up yet, practically praying his dick would go down enough that it wasn’t noticeable so he could get out of the bar and back to the ship without risking unwanted attention. He carded his fingers through his hair, silently cursing himself for not being able to just swallow his pride and say something.

After a few minutes Sanji had finally deflated enough to start heading back to the ship, only half concerned about whether Zoro would find his way back or not.

But before he could even make it to the exit he saw Zoro with the guy who had been buying them shots earlier. The man was still sitting on the bar stool and Zoro was standing between his knees, arms thrown around his neck, eye staring at the stairs where Sanji now stood. He could tell Zoro saw him by the corners of his lips turning up in a smirk as he kissed the man.

“Fuck.” Sanji grumbled, balling his fists as he cleared the distance between them in a few long strides, he grabbed the front of Zoro’s shirt and yanked him away from the stranger. Zoro smiled the biggest Sanji had ever seen, knowing he had gotten exactly what he wanted. Sanji pulled him back up the stairs, but only made it to the landing before he slammed Zoro into the wall like the swordsman had done all those nights ago.

“Say it.” Zoro said, hands already on Sanji’s chest and snaking around to the back pockets of his pants.

“You’re a lot of work”

“Not what I meant.” Sanji used his height to his advantage and lowered his head so he could smell the gin on Zoro’s breath. Zoro’s hands on Sanji’s ass pulled him close, so their crotches were pressed together, neither of them surprised by the other’s hard on. “It’s fine,” Zoro nipped at what little of Sanji’s neck was exposed under his one undone button. “I’m sick of waiting, I’ll have you begging in a few minutes,” Zoro pushed him back with one hand before using the other to grab the front of his shirt and pulling him back to the room they had been in moments earlier. Zoro slammed the door shut and all but threw Sanji into the couch. He landed sprawled out, barely having a second to get his bearings before Zoro straddled his lap.

“Sounds like a challenge,” Sanji smirked, his bangs pushed out of the way of his eye so he could see Zoro in his full glory.

“Not a challenge, a promise.” Zoro leaned down and started to mouth at his neck, one hand gripping the back of the couch to hold himself up while the other worked on unbuttoning Sanji’s shirt. One of the lower buttons got stuck and instead of pulling back from Sanji’s neck, Zoro tore the fabric apart.

“What the fuck!” Sanji went to push him off but before he could, Zoro’s hands were all over his chest. They slide painfully slow up his chest, they were wide enough to almost wrap around Sanji’s sides. Zoro was sitting watching the cook’s expression as his thumbs brushed experimentally over each of his nipples, watching the way Sanji’s lips parted before he caught his lower lip between his teeth just in time to stifle a moan that was about to slip out. He kept his left hand where it was, lazily teasing the cook’s nipple while the other hand slid up to his neck as he admired the hickies from their first encounter that were just barely there. “If you think this will get me begging, you’re sorely mistaken.” Sanji managed to say without his voice wavering as much as he expected. Zoro huffed a cocky laugh.

“If you think this is me trying then you’re sorely mistaken. I’m just thinking.”

“Oh god, don’t strain yourself Marimo,” Sanji smirked half a second before Zoro’s grip in his neck tightened, his thumb biting into the chef’s windpipe just enough for him to feel it.

“God, it’s like you want me to leave you again.” Zoro adjusted himself on Sanji’s lap, making sure he was still painfully hard, earning a whimper from the man under him was just a bonus. Zoro leaned over Sanji, his lips a few millimeters away from the other’s and slowly began grinding against him. Zoro was quickly getting irritated the longer Sanji managed to keep his mouth shut. He could tell that he was enjoying this, he even felt his cock twitch every so often. Zoro dragged his lips along the chef’s cheek, along his jaw and down to his neck, hoping he would get some sort of reaction.

He began sucking the skin roughly, surly turning it red and purple. He could feel Sanji’s jaw clench and as Zoro shifted his weight and moved his leg from beside Sanji’s to between them, pushing his knee as high as it could go he heard the whisper of a moan. He kept going, doubling down with some moans of his own which worked wonderfully.

Sanji was moaning and whimpering like a whore, even when Zoro pulled away to look at him he kept whining, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “Please,” Zoro grinned.

“Please what, Curly?” He asked while grinding more against him, groaning a bit while doing it.

“You know what.” He pleaded.

“I really don’t, remember I’ve got moss for brains.” He could hear Sanji whine a bit and just as he opened his mouth to speak, Zoro slipped his hand into his pants as if it were something he had done a thousand times. His hand was immediately covered in precum, he wrapped his calloused hand around Sanji’s burning hot cock and began to stroke him. Sanji all but cried at the contact before Zoro felt two sweaty hands grab his forearm, bringing his attention up to the other man’s face. His eyes were glassy, lips red from him biting them and he shook his head slightly. “You don’t want me to?” Sanji shook his head again but then swallowed hard and in a very raw voice said,

“I want nothing more than you to, but I’m gonna’ cum if you don’t stop,” his voice was shaky and cracked as he spoke. His grip loosened as Zoro pulled his hand from his slacks and sat up. There was a heavy silence as both men were trying to figure out what to do next, neither wanting to look at the other.

After a few minutes, just before Zoro was about to get up, Sanji sat up. He slowly pulled his legs from between Zoro’s thighs, unbuckling his pants and feeling relieved at the lessened pressure. He looked over, seeing the last of the abandoned shot glasses left by someone before them. He reached over, knocked one back before turning his attention back to Zoro who had become very invested in the cracks and dents on the wall behind Sanji.

It wasn’t until he felt Sanji’s hand on his chest, applying just enough pressure to tell Zoro that he wanted him to lay back. “I…I didn’t like the thought of you making me…and never offering anything in return.” His face was burning up but it was impossible to tell if it was from the alcohol or the sentence that left his bitten lips.

“You don’t have to…” Sanji was on top of him now, looking down at him. Zoro so rarely saw both of Sanji’s eyes that when he did he couldn’t look away.

“I want to, I know you’re dumb but you can’t be that dumb, right Marimo.” For some reason that name, that name that had always pissed Zoro off didn’t this time. The way he said it was different, the gentle touch of his hand in Zoro’s hair and the way his lips felt pressed against the Swordsman’s. It was sloppy, sure, it tasted of nicotine and gin but Zoro didn’t think he had ever been kissed like this.

At first, Zoro grabbed his waist, pushing his dress shirt up enough to feel skin. But as Sanji continued the kiss, the swordsman found himself wrapping his arms around the smaller man and pulling him flush against him. His hands went from his waist to his ass, loving the way the muscle fit into his palms. Zoro barely registered Sanji’s hands pulling at the bottom of his T-shirt, signaling that he wanted it off. Zoro reluctantly let go of his ass so he could sit up, straddling his hips like Zoro had done only a bit ago to him. Sanji pulled his shirt off of him then struggled off the tattered remains of his own. While he was doing that, Zoro unzipped his cargo pants but didn’t take them fully off. Sanji reached into the open pants and only a bit clumsily groped Zoro’s aching bulge. Even though it was clear Sanji was unsure of himself a heavy groan fell from Zoro’s lips as his head fell back against the crusty cushion.

Feeling emblazoned, Sanji awkwardly tries to wrap his hand around Zoro’s cock through his underwear. He fiddled, hoping for it to feel right in his hand but without much overthinking he yanked the underwear down and under his balls so it would stay. His hand wrapped slowly around Zoro’s shaft, stroking it with unsure hands, trying to get used to the feeling. Zoro on the other hand, was trying to control himself. He wanted nothing more than to tell Sanji how to do it, tell him to tighten his fist, cup his balls and for the love of god go faster. But he resisted, knowing that Sanji was still getting used to this and was going at his own pace.

Sanji was quickly getting more accustomed to the feeling, deciding he wanted more than this, he crawled up from between Zoro’s thick sun kissed thighs. He moved up along his sculpted form, leaving a trail of wet kisses that turned into him dragging his tongue along the man’s salty skin. Without so much as a first, second or third thought, he latched onto the swordsman’s nipple, flicking it with his tongue and feeling Zoro’s cock twitch in his grasp. He looked up through his lashes at Zoro, pleased to see his head was thrown back and a heavy sigh left his parted lips.

While Sanji was distracted by teasing Zoro, his hand had slowed to barely stroking his aching cock and Zoro was boardering on feral the longer it went without any motion. Sanji detached his lips from Zoro’s nipple and nibbled his way up to Zoro’s chin, loving the way he could feel his laboured breath against his face. “Jesus, Curly,” Zoro all but grunted, causing Sanji to pull back and look at him with a slightly concerned expression. “You’re fuckin’ killing me.” Zoro reached down both of his hands, leaning forward a bit to reach, he covered Sanji’s hand with his own and started guiding him to a pace that was less frustrating. “Need you to go faster.” Sanji sat back on his haunches, giving the other man’s cock his full attention now. Loving the way the girthy cock looked wrapped in three hands. Zoro watched Sanji who’s breathing was quick and his cheeks flushed, when he noticed Sanji nod, he let go and leaned back. A long groan left his lips as Sanji maintained the exact speed and pressure Zoro had set, he couldn’t help but blindly reach out for contact of any kind. He managed to find Sanji’s face, pulling his attention up to his face he sighed out a “Fuck, just like that.” Sanji moved his head so he could catch Zoro’s thumb between his teeth before closing his lips around it and sucking, his eyes fluttering closed. “Such a good boy,” In any other situation, Zoro would never have said something like that so early in their sexual relationship, but when he saw Sanji’s clothed cock noticeably jump he made a mental note to call him that more often.

As Sanji kept jerking Zoro’s cock with one hand, he reached into his briefs pushing them down so he could finally give his dick the attention it so desperately craved. Zoro quickly notices, grabs the waist of Sanji’s now open slacks and tugs him a bit. “Come ‘ere,” He says, wanting Sanji to straddle him.

Once Sanji resumes his position on Zoro, Zoro bats away Sanji’s hand that was still on his cock and replaces it with his, encircling both of their dicks and holding them tightly against one another. With one hand occupied, he uses his free hand to grab Sanji by the throat again, pulling him down until their lips are smashed together.

Zoro’s pace is fast and rough, and the kiss mirrors that. It’s all teeth, tongue, and moans which normally Sanji would be against but he is reveling in it. “P-Please don’t st-stop,” Sanji whines into Zoro’s mouth, biting the swordsman's bottom lip instead of his own.

“Told ya’ I could make you beg.” Zoro grunted, the corners of his mouth upturned in a cocky grin.

“Fuck you,” Sanji says, his tone was meant to be harsh but it came out as a whine.

“Would love it if you did” Zoro growls out, his pace on their cocks increasing until Sanji finally snaps, his cock spilling on Zoro’s stomach. He goes as limp as he can without getting his stomach covered in their cum, Zoro lets go of his neck and very subtly moves over so Sanji can collapse onto Zoro’s side to avoid the puddle. Zoro loosens his hand enough that Sanji’s cock is freed from the feverish pace he is going at to try to reach his own peak. It isn’t until he feels Sanji’s hand replace his own, mimicking his pace bringing him closer to his edge. Zoro can feel Sanji’s warm breath on his neck, and paired with the attention his cock is getting he doesn’t last much longer, cumming with a groan from far back in his throat.

They both laid there for a bit, enjoying their afterglow together. Zoro fidgets enough that he can wrap his arm around Sanji, pulling him even closer than they already were, given how narrow the couch is. Neither of them commented on this intimate gesture, both chalking it up to the post cum fog.

Zoro gropes the sticky floor blindly until he manages to find his forgotten t-shirt, using it to wipe up the cooling mess on his abs. Sanji took this as a signal to squirm out of the cramped spot he had between the back of the couch and the larger man, sitting up and watching Zoro, taking him in for a few seconds. Loving the way he could see his tan chest, minty treasure trail that was now slightly crusty with dried cum.He could even see some prominent veins leading down to his cock. “You always leave your cock out after sex?” Zoro joked, lifting his ass up enough that he could pull his pants back into place before stuffing his deflating cock back in.

“Do you always use your clothes to sop up your cum?” Sanji countered as he sorted himself out, watching as Zoro stuffed his soiled shirt in his back pocket so it dangled as he walked.

They both made their way out of the bar, Zoro pulling Sanji through the crowd towards the exit. The moment they were out in the cool sea air, Sanji fished around his pocket for a cigarette, lighting it before having to quickly grab Zoro as he started off in the opposite direction of the boat. They walked silently back to the ship, neither of them bringing up the fact that their hands had been intertwined since they had left the bar.

The silence was broken by Sanji just as Zoro was about to start climbing the ladder onto the Sunny, “They’re gonna know.” His gaze following the trail of hickies he had left all over Zoro’s chest and neck, some even going down to his hips and below the waist of his pants. Zoro managed to catch the slight shake in Sanji’s voice, squeezing his hand ever so slightly before letting it go and shrugging.

“We’ll just tell ‘em we found a set of twins or some shit. No one will ask you, and if someone asks me, I’ll make up something.” He started climbing the ladder, looking back at the blonde man who’s fingers were seconds away from getting burnt by the ash gathering at the end of his cigarette. “It’ll be fine, Curly” He winked and climbed the rest of the way up once he felt the other man begin to climb behind him.

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