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trulybetty · 8 months

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Sequins | Joel Miller x f!Reader

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader (no use of Y/N) + no outbreak AU Reader: no physical descriptions, reader wears a dress Word Count: 3,195 Warnings: 18+, smutty mc smut smut, alcohol, nightclubs, drunken behaviour, public sexual acts, Joel Miller comes with his own warnings. Summary: On a night out with friends, you run into a broad-shouldered stranger and there's no denying that there's an immediate attraction between the two of you. AO3: Linked

A/N: everyone and all, this fic is based on the post that launched a thousand thots and we can all thank @wildemaven for all of this as she inspired the whole thing.

Sequins.

The club was loud, the lights were bright, the drinks were way too expensive and you had lost sight of your friends on your way back from the bar.

Just as you were contemplating retreating to a quieter corner of the club to check your phone, you collided with a pair of broad shoulders.

“Whoa there,” the stranger said, steadying you by the arm. “You alright there darlin'?”

His voice was a deep Texas drawl and for a brief second, the noise of the club seemed less loud as you got lost in his dark brown eyes. They were weary but kind, a stark contrast to the rowdy atmosphere surrounding you.

“Yeah, I'm fine, thanks,” you replied, adjusting your dress, cursing as several of the sequins dropped to the floor with the tug you gave it from where it'd rode up on your thighs. You clutched your drink a little tighter too, not wanting to lose the contents of the twelve-dollar highball you hadn't even had a chance to sip at yet. “Just lost my bearings for a second.”

He looked as out of place as you felt, clad in a button-up plaid green shirt and jeans, clearly uncomfortable amidst the flashing lights and thumping bass. It was endearing, in a way. With a little smile tugging at your lips, and the alcohol emboldening you, you decided to take a chance.

“You look a bit out of your element,” you winked, “First time in a place like this?”

He chuckled as he raised a curious eyebrow, “Is it that obvious ma’am?”

“A little bit,” you said playfully as you wrapped your lips around the thin cocktail straw of your drink. “But it's charming. So, what brings you here?” you asked, leaning in closer so he could hear you over the music, gesturing at the crowded dance floor.

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and shrugged. “My brother's bachelor party, so I couldn't exactly say no,” he said, nodding toward a group of rowdy men holding up the bar at the other end of the room. “I'm the best man, so I had to come along and make sure he doesn't do anything too stupid.”

He glanced back at you, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a mischievous smirk. “What about you darlin'? You with anyone tonight?”

“Just some friends,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “We're here for a bachelorette party, seems like the place to be for pre-wedding celebrations tonight.”

His eyebrows raised in question, his gaze flickering to your left hand. “So is it safe to assume you're not the bride?”

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips at his brazen assumption, the sound ringing out above the music.

Shaking your head, you had a smile still tugging at the corners of your mouth. “No, I'm the maid of honour,” you said, “I was supposed to be on duty, but I guess I failed because I can't find the bride.” Your gaze swept around for any sign of your group of friends but they were nowhere to be found.

Joel smiled, and for a brief second, the heavy bass and flashing lights seemed to disappear. “Well, if you’re failing your duties, I guess that makes two of us.”

You took a sip of your drink, the alcohol warming your throat, and looked Joel up and down. There was a rugged sincerity about him, a sense of grit that you found intriguing.

“So, you got a name cowboy?”

He laughed quietly as he shook his head, “Joel,” he answered, and you found the gesture of him almost offering his hand for a handshake endearing before he scratched the back of his neck nervously, “And who might you be sweetheart?” he asked.

You gave him your name before your tongue found the straw of your drink again and took a short sip. You could feel his gaze land on your lips as you sipped.

“Pretty name for a pretty face.”

You felt your cheeks heat at the compliment. His eyes were still fixed on your mouth and you couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. You shifted your weight from one foot to another, suddenly feeling a little awkward under Joel's gaze. His eyes flicked up to meet yours and you saw a glint of amusement there, like he knew exactly what was going through your mind.

“So, your girlfriend let you out for the night?”

He released a low chuckle from deep within his chest. “No girlfriend to speak of,” he answered with a shake of his head.

“How about a wife then?” you inquired, your eyes twinkling with curiosity.

He shook his head again. “Nope. Flying solo these days.”

You eyed him with interest, studying every detail-from the sparkle in his eyes to the subtle wrinkles around them. You hummed thoughtfully before replying, “Interesting.”

You couldn't help but feel a spark of attraction towards him. There was something about his demeanour that made your heart race. Maybe it was the way he looked at you, or the way his voice sent shivers down your spine. Whatever it was, you couldn't deny that there was chemistry between the two of you.

“Interesting, you say?” Joel leaned in, a coy grin on his face. “What's so interesting about a single guy at a bachelor party?”

You matched his posture, leaning in just close enough to make the tension palpable. “Well, a guy like you, good-looking, charming, single. It's either a mystery or a tragedy.”

Joel's eyes sparkled with amusement. “You think I'm charming, huh? Well, let's call it a mystery for now.”

You smiled. “A mystery it is, then.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, on the edge of the crowded venue, caught in a mix of smoky air, flashing lights, and electric vibes, sharing a sort of silent agreement that this meeting, this connection, was something more.

“So,” Joel hesitated, clearly trying to phrase his next question carefully. He cleared his throat, a little awkward as he tried to navigate the terrain of flirtation. “If you're here, not being the bride and all, and I'm here, not being the groom, would it be too presumptuous of me to assume that you're...uh, not seeing anyone?”

His roundabout way of asking made you laugh. It was a little clumsy but endearing in its awkwardness. His flirting skills were obviously rusty, but it just made him more appealing.

“No husband, no boyfriend. Free as a bird,” you replied, giving him a reassuring smile.

He gave a half smile as he crossed his arms over his chest, the stretch of the shirt over his biceps and shoulders caused you to involuntarily lick your lips. A move that wasn't missed on him as he smirked to himself as he shifted in his stance.

“You look like you'd rather be anywhere but here,” you observed.

He looked at you, his eyes sincere. “Well, I wouldn't say 'anywhere.' I've enjoyed bumping into you, for one.”

It was evident now that there was attraction between the two of you. You could feel the electricity in the air around you, and it made your heart flutter in anticipation. The light from the club's strobe lights bounced off of your sequined dress, highlighting every curve of your body. His gaze seemed to linger on each one of them, causing a warmth to spread through you.

He stepped forward, closing the gap between you both and stopped when his body was mere inches away from yours. His gaze lifted up to meet yours, and you swore that you could see a sparkle of desire deep within his eyes.

Your fingers trailed up his bare forearm, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Even in the dim light of the club, you could make out the definition of the muscle that flexed under your fingertips. Your fingers ran back down and you outlined the watch at his wrist, the large dial secured with a green canvas strap. Pausing for a moment you looked up at him from under your lashes and you could see from the laboured rise and fall of his chest that he was feeling whatever it was between you two also.

You paused, lifting your gaze from Joel to scan the fringes of the dance floor, checking if anyone was watching or if you were at risk of being 'caught'. The crowd seemed too engrossed in their own worlds, dancing and laughing, oblivious to the electric connection you were sharing with Joel at the edge of the dance floor.

Without breaking eye contact, and in a move that surprised even you, you took his hand by the wrist and brought it to the hem of your dress, and under. He raised an eyebrow in a silent ask of permission, your response was to move his hand higher up your thigh. He didn’t need any further encouragement. His fingers, while calloused from manual labour moved deftly to push aside your underwear. His fingers curled into his palm, he let his knuckles run down the length of you, and you couldn’t help the gasp that bubbled up from your throat as they made their way back up, your hands still wrapped around his forearm.

Joel's lips curved into a grin as he watched your reaction. He glanced around surreptitiously, then leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “Is this what you want, darlin'?” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

You barely managed a nod, the closeness of him in combination of his fingers unfurling into you while the thrill of intimacy in a public setting tinged by the alcohol on your tongue was intoxicating.

His body moved even closer to yours, your drink balancing precariously on your upturned palm as his other hand snaked past your hip to your ass, your dress riding up slightly in the process. He kept his hand in place, his thumb gently ghosting your clit with steady pressure and his index finger and middle finger parted and slowly slipped inside of you. You let out a soft moan as your body adjusted to his fingers, and your grip around his forearm loosened.

He leaned in, his lips travelling down your neck. You felt a shiver run through your body as his teeth grazed over the exposed skin, each kiss sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. He dropped kisses to your exposed neck, his lips tracing a line up to your ear. He whispered something inaudible, the words barely discernible over the music blaring from the speakers.

Your one arm wrapped around his neck while your free hand found its way to his broad shoulder,w you held on for dear life as he continued to drop soft kisses along your collarbone. Your nails dug in as his fingers somehow managed to move deeper. His thumb increased its pressure as his fingers curled inside of you, coaxing out the sensation that had been building inside of you since the second you'd bumped into him.

The thrill of being caught heightened every sense and quickly was building a delicious tension between your hips and you let out a sigh that was drowned out by the thumping beat of the music. He pulled away slightly, looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eye before leaning back in to finally put his lips to yours, his fingers never once losing their steady pace as you hungrily returned his kiss.

As soon as he broke the kiss to catch his breath, your lips never left his. Your tongue invaded his mouth, tasting the alcohol on his tongue from the drink he'd finished earlier, before your teeth clenched into his bottom lip. He let out a soft moan as you bit down, your fingernails now scraping against the back of his neck.

A moan escaped your lips as he quickened his pace, the perfect timing catching you right at the edge of your climax. His grip on your waist tightened and he pulled you towards him. His free hand rubbed the small of your back in a soothing circle, trying to calm your uncontrollable trembling.

You could feel the jagged hiss of his breath against your ear as he pulled away just enough to whisper “Let it go, darlin’.”

You pressed against him, your nails digging into his shoulder as you came hard on his fingers.

“Joel...” you managed to whimper out as you clung to him.

Your breath hitched and before you knew it, a wave crashed through your body, carrying with it sensations unlike the ones before. Your nails dug into Joel's shoulder as waves of pleasure coursed through every nerve-ending in your body until eventually they subsided and all that was left was the warmth radiating from between your thighs and Joel's softly whispered words in your ear telling you how beautiful you were.

You collapsed against him, completely spent your body still quivering around him he held you steady, never once taking his hands away.

He glanced around to see if anyone had caught sight of your public display, and thankfully no one had. “You okay there sweetheart?” he said breathlessly, his hand still in place, sliding in and out of you slowly and teasing as you tried to regain some composure.

He looked at you with a soft smile, your free fingers now playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. The bass was now shaking the floor, its vibrations now mixed with the buzz of your orgasm.

He smiled as he slowly pulled his hand away, his fingers slipping from your body creating a shiver to run through you. He leaned in closer and softly grazed his lips against yours before pulling away.

“That was…” your voice trailed off as your tongue stumbled trying to find words, your voice barely audible over the music.

Joel’s lips curved into a mischievous smile, just on the edge of uttering a response, when a lurching figure ambled up and draped their arms across his shoulder.

“Hey! There you are! Brother–” the slurred voice that came from the man who had stumbled into Joel. Based on the striking resemblance it could only be his brother whose bachelor party he'd mentioned it was. Joel quickly let go of your hand to suddenly catch him as he stumbled, shouldering the weight of his younger brother - the only thing now that was keeping him standing, “I think I want to go find Maria.” Tommy hiccuped, unaware of the spell he had just broken.

Joel's face flushed crimson and he looked at you apologetically, “I think it's time to get you home, Tommy.”

You took a step back, understanding the need for him to take care of his brother and trying not to make things awkward.

“Maybe I could give you my number? Maybe we can catch up when your hands aren't so full?” You gestured towards Tommy, whose eyes were glassy as tried to remain upright.

He frowned slightly before understanding crossed over his features and a grin appeared on his face, “Well, a gentleman could never say no to a lady such as yourself.”

He handed over his phone, managing to retrieve it from his back pocket while still holding Tommy, who was currently singing the praises of his fiancée in a tipsy monologue. You quickly tapped your way through the phone, pausing only to smile at the background.

“Alright, you're all set,” you said, handing him back his phone with a smile before you busied yourself with your own briefly.

“Was that your number I just got a notification for?” he asked, pocketing the phone.

You smirked and said, “Why don’t you check it out when you get home? It's more of a surprise that way.”

He chuckled, before ushering his brother out the door. He paused and looked back at you, mouthing 'bye' as he put his arm around Tommy's waist and started walking away.

You watched them go, your eyes lingering on Joel's figure until they disappeared into the crowd. You blew out a long breath, feeling your heart thump in your chest from the adrenaline rush of what had just taken place. Your body still felt tingly from where his fingers had been moments ago and you allowed yourself to bask in it for a few more seconds before shaking off the trance-like state, and heading out to find your friends who had been blowing up your phone wondering where you were.

As you tucked yourself into bed, your phone buzzed with a new message. Opening it, you found a text from Joel.

Hey darlin', get home safe?

Smiling, you tapped out a reply, Yes, thank you for asking. How about you, cowboy?

Just got home. Tonight was something. Glad we met.

Feeling your heart swell with affection, you set your phone down on the bedside table. Squeezing your thighs together it was almost as if you could feel his fingers lingering there still. You didn't know how long you'd been lost in your thoughts when they were interrupted by a dip in the bed behind you.

A warm arm wrapping around your waist pulled you against their chest, the bristle of a beard that refused to grow nuzzled into the space between your shoulder and neck.

“There’s sequins all over this damn house.”

“My dress.” You murmured half as asleep as you leaned back into the embrace as kisses ghosted the underside of your jaw. “They just kept falling off.”

“Did you have a good night?”

“Mm, I did. It was... unexpected,” you responded, feeling the gentle press of his lips against your skin as he chuckled softly. “How about you?”

His arm tightened around you for a moment, pulling you even closer to him. “Well, I met this incredibly beautiful woman at some club, and it turns out she's already my wife. So, I'd say it's a win.”

You laughed quietly at that, loving how he could still make your heart race even after years of marriage. “You're incorrigible,” you said, placing your hand over his where it rested on your waist.

Joel chuckled softly into your hair, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine despite the coziness of your surroundings, “In the best way, I hope,” Joel murmured, his breath warm against your neck.

“The very best way,” you confirmed, feeling your eyelids grow heavy as you nestled into the warmth of his embrace. You were both right where you belonged, and despite the evening's antics, that thought filled you with a profound sense of peace.

You smiled, turning your head slightly to catch his eyes in the dim light filtering through the curtains. “And how's Tommy? Did he make it to bed alright?”

Joel sighed, “Ah, well he definitely had one too many, gettin’ him into bed was like wrestlin' a bear, but he's sleeping it off. Thanks again for ordering that Uber darlin', I wouldn't have had a clue. Thought he was going to kick us out at one point, Tommy hollerin' about how much he'd drank.”

You both fell into a comfortable silence, absorbing the feel of each other, the simple joy of being close after a night that had, at first, seemed destined to keep you apart.

As you began to drift off, Joel kissed the back of your head, whispering softly, “I love you, sweetheart.”

A contented smile tugged at your lips. “I love you too, Joel.”

#joel miller fic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader

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2smolbeans · 5 months

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Yandere Asmodeus x Cupid Mc

A/N: This was unedited and scrambled. I might add on to this in the future- but for now this is just some brain rot lol. If anyone wants to add on or use this idea for themselves, feel free! Just give me credit ^^

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Cupid! Mc who would spend centuries doing their duties as a cupid, walking amongst the human world and influcing the feeling of love amongst people.

Cupid! Mc, who was the cupid of Eros, often pondered if demons could ever fall in love. Love is a natural feeling, whether it be platonic, romantic, or familial - so could the worst of the worst feel something genuine like that?

Cupid! Mc was curious when they heard about the exchange program for angels, demons, and humans to get along. Maybe they would get to meet new creatures alike!

Cupid! Mc, who decided to apply to the program out of pure wonder if a creature who was neither angelic, demonic, or human could join the Royal Academy of Diavolo.

Cupid! Mc who often found themselves the main attraction of the school. Somehow, always finding a group of demons staring at them with malicious intent.

Cupid! Mc who somehow found themselves befriending a group of incubi and sucubi. It was eye-opening meeting a bunch of beings who were the polar opposite of you. Regardless, they helped you around while they bombarded you with questions.

Cupid! Mc, after staying in devildom for years, would eventually be introduced to the king of lust himself, Asmodeus. With the personification of love being in hell, of course, the personification of lust would come along.

Asmodeus! Who would rush at you with exciment, stating how he's it's been a while since he's encountered a cupid and asked how your goddess the "Bitchy jealous Aphrodite" was doing.

Asmodeus! Who would always stick by your side, claiming how a dove like you should be careful in hell. Generously offering to be your tour guide while he showered you with companionship.

Asmodeus! As the king of lust, was surprisingly modest with you. To your surprise, he was in no rush to get in between your pants but rather trying his hardest to keep his reputation with you on a good note.

Asmodeus! Who you soon got to know as a close friend was a selfish individual. Casually sleeping with those left and right while breaking hearts along the way simply because he was bored.

Cupid! Mc, who doesn't expect much from the avatar of lust just simply accepts him for who he is. They don't understand why lust is so tempting for someone.. Regardless, they simply turn the other way and continue to treat Asmodeus as a friend.

Cupid! Mc, who begins to find themselves closer with Asmodeus. No longer seeing them just as the avatar of lust - but a trustworthy friend they could gossip with and someone to go to advice.

Asmodeus! Who is conflicted about how he feels about Mc begins to question them and their relationship. After all, someone always wants something..

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"Why are you still here with me? I'm not trying to be pretentious or anything, but..I'm..Well y'know? Isn't that enough to drive you away?"

"No..Not really. I mean I know what you are, and I know what you've done. You can't help it! It's just who you are"

"W-Well, yeah..I guess. But you're okay with that?"

"Ruining people's lives, preying on innocent people. No. Of course not! But, you've been good to me, and I think that's the best you've done. Why? Aren't you usually like 'Oh! Well they deserved it!' Or 'Meh, sucks to be them'?"

"I mean yeah! They were asking for it. It's not like I directly ruined their lives. They came to me first! But you..Aren't you disgusted of me?"

"No, actually not at all. I get it. We're similar actually. Constantly chasing a high that only someone can give us..Yeah?"

"Yeah..You..You get me"

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Asmodeus! Who gained a new perspective about you eversince that conversation begins to feel..Anxious about you. He's never felt this way, and he hates it. He's never felt so insecure about his relationship with someone.

Asmodeus! Who begins to scratch at his skin whenever he sees you talk amongst other demons. Jealousy..He's never felt it before with others.. Why was it with you?

Asmodeus! Who wants to get rid of this awful feeling, sleeps around with whoever he can find. Trying to distract himself from you plauging his mind. But no matter what, it never helped..

Asmodeus! Who slowly loses his mind whenever you speak your mind. When was the last time someone spoke to him without wanting something? If you were to leave, would he ever have that again?

Asmodeus! Who slowly reveals his ugly flaws around you. He's slowly falling at the seems with his alienated feelings towards you..

Asmodeus! Who finally snaps under the pressure of his internal struggle decides to do something about it. His solution? Keeping you locked up until he figures out what you are to him and what he wants with you.

Asmodeus! Who sweetly smiled at you, wrapping his arms around your waist while cooing those words that seemed to mush inside your head.

Asmodeus! Who had successfully lulled you inside his room keeps you locked up in a nice set of chains.

Asmodeus! Who reveals himself to be a desperate and emotionally starved demon, whines for your attention and affection. Threatening to clip off your wings whenever you ignore him, blaming you for bewitching him to fall in love with you. That's what it was, right?!

Asmodeus! Who after pulling you into a kiss realises what you are to him. You're more than just a typical hookup or 'partner'. You were someone he genuinely loved. Which was embarrassing him to admit since he always believed:

"Love and lust cannot mix. Literally, I'm not capable of it. No matter how much someone treats me good, unfortunately for them, I won't fall in love. Hell, I don't think I've ever had an actual butterflies in my stomach crush for anyone!"

Asmodeus! Even though obessed and greedy for your attention- it is pathetically starved for your approval. He won't push any moves on you, but he'll constantly shower you with kisses, self care, and gifts just to see you contempt!

(Annd that's all I have. I'm too sick to write anything else. But I have a lot of thoughts about these two! So I'll add more in the future)

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#yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompt #yandere headcanons #yandere asmodeus #yandere obey me headcanons #yandere obey me x reader #yandere obey me #obey me yandere #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x mc #I'm sickkk ahdbjdwidnn #But i can see these two being chill and lowkey with each other #asmodeus ranting about his worries and annoyances of being the ruler of lust #and Mc complaining how people suck at romance #Mc probably has ranted to asmodeus about those 'Tik tok' gurus #and asmodeus just dies laughing lmaoo

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writingoddess1125 · 6 months

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Drinks and a Truth

Me on my dumb shit and I wrote this while on Zquill forgive me

GNReader + Implied Buggy

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'Take care of him'

Shanks had told you when he left you behind to watch over Luffy. You had been horribly injured in the last battle, before Shanks lost his arm which is what brought you all to the small island- As there was no way he was comforble enough to let one of his oldest friends return and risk their health so he gave you a mission-

To be a secret guardian of sorts to add addional protection and guidance for the young boy to become a pirate. When Garp wasn't around you'd trail Luffy on what you knew, proper etiquette and basics in pirating.

Along in his journey of becoming a Captian and finding his crew.

So here you were, seated on the Going Merry with the new crew of Strawhats still in its infancy, acting as a guidance for them to be pirates.

That and taking care of them food wise since you didn't think you could handle more burnt fish-

It was late, you'd made dinner for the whole crew and pulled out drinks. Nami starting a game of Never Have I Ever with the group, it was fun for sure especially letting everyone get to know each other.

"Never have I ever... Slept with a Fugitive Pirate!" Usopp said with a grin.

You paused for a moment, reaching forward and picking up the shot glass and downing it quietly. The whole table turned in utter shock-

"WHAT!?!?"

You felt your cheeks warm at this- the young pirates all looking st you in shock before beginning to speak all at once.

"Was it that Pirate you sailed with Shanks!?" Usopp started first, your face scrunched up at the idea.

"No no it wasn't Shanks, I see him as closer to a brother then anything else" You saw, Waving off the idea in disgust.

"Come on you have to tell us!"

The group of teens begged, Luffy still in what can only be described as shell-shocked at learning you- His 'innocent' guardian who had raised him had a past like this.

You sigh after a while, a headache from their whining already coming in.

"Alright Alright.."

Taking another shot for courage you awkwardly play with your hands still blushing quite deeply.

"It was Buggy the Clown"

There were a few moments of silence before it seemed all hell broke lose.

"BUGGY THE CLOWN!?"

All of them started to yell or stare at you in question (Luffy), questioning why YOU would ever sleep with Buggy or wanting to know how it was. Not realizing you'd clearly broken a dam when you took that single shot-

"But he's ugly!?"

"He smells weird!"

"He's a murderous clown-" (Fair enough)

"His nose is-"

"Alright Alright thats enough guys, We are not going to talk poorly about anyone behind their backs, Or bring up appearances" You said and look to Nami, not enjoying her trying to jab at Buggy's nose or for any of them to talk poorly of a man they had only experienced the worse of.

"Well no offense but it's not like we got a nice version of him- Nor think you'd do anything with him" Zoro brought up.

"Yeah but why did you do it?" Usopp questioned, your eyes soften at hearing that and you think.

"He was a different man and at the time, I loved him" You explain, sliding a cup of water to Luffy who was still sat there frozen- the rest of the pirates getting quiet at this as well.

"What did he use to be like then?" Nami asked.

You take a breath and giggle, remembering Buggy from your youth. "He was amazing- Funny, Caring in his own way and had the biggest heart I knew"

"What changed?" Zoro quipped, clearly curious himself.

"Now that's a story for a different night-" You say quickly and the young pirates all quiet down now clearly filled with curiosity at your words.

"I'm going to bed guys, you all finish your game"

Walking out of the kitchen you decide to make your way to your room. Besides you would be arriving at the Baratie the next morning, a rest and a nice meal sounded like a real vacation.

Relaxation here we come.

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader

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writeforfandoms · 3 months

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A Lonely Place - 2

Find my Soap masterlist

Our adventure for the SoapItUp challenge continues! Many thanks to @glitterypirateduck for hosting

We get a better look at life six months after the end of the world, and get closer to Soap.

I couldn't make it fit into the story, but reader was on a knitting retreat, staying a sheep farm and learning the entire process from shearing to yarn.

Warnings: Swearing, zombie au, mention of violence, post apocalyptic setting.

Word count: 1.6k

You learned their names on the walk back to their car. Soap, Gaz, Price, and Ghost. You definitely side-eyed Ghost, but decided not to ask.

Soap and Gaz were easily the friendliest of the group, walking beside you and chatting. Which is how you learned that they stayed in the area and protected the locals.

How, you weren't exactly sure. But maybe there just weren't as many infected up here. They did seem to be drawn to cities, from what you'd seen and heard.

You wouldn't admit how weird it felt to slide into the back seat of the SUV after months spent walking. Soap sat next to you for the drive, making your hands clench - one around the hilt of the knife, the other around your pack. But he kept to his space, not infringing on yours.

The easy banter between him and Gaz helped, admittedly.

“So, where exactly are we going?” you finally asked, glancing between Soap and Gaz.

“Does it matter?” Ghost half-turned to look back at you, the skull mask freaky even with all the infected you’d come across.

You shrugged. “I'm curious,” you answered, in lieu of an actual answer.

He turned away again, and Soap answered you. “We're in Scotland. Name of the town dinnae matter much, anymore.”

“Suppose not,” you murmured, gaze dropping to your pack. You'd walked… a lot of miles. You'd be curious to map out how many you really had walked. Maybe when you got to wherever you were going, you'd be able to sit down with your map and figure it out.

The car stopped, and you immediately looked out the window. But you were facing the wrong way - all you could see was a yard and trees. You wasted no time in scrambling out of the car, ignoring the others for a moment.

They'd brought you to a house. Well kept, sturdy looking. All the windows intact. Gaz went ahead of the others, heading straight inside and shutting the door after himself.

“Right.” Price planted himself in front of you, between you and the house. “We're going inside. You'll eat and tell us how you got here.”

You eyed him warily, but he didn't move towards you. So you nodded, following him in. Soap walked next to you, relaxed and easy.

Inside the house smelled heavenly - like baking bread and spices and home-cooked food. Your mouth watered, and you had to swallow.

But you minded your manners, washing up where Price indicated, and waiting patiently as Soap brought you a bowl and then plopped down next to you.

The food was delicious, and gone too soon. But you just licked your lips and sat back, looking at Price.

“How did you get here?” He sat down across from you finally, expression impassive as he waited for you to speak.

You huffed out a soft breath. “I really was here on vacation,” you said slowly, glancing at Soap. He nodded encouragingly, expression more open than Price's. “I was at a farm. We heard about things happening in the cities. The owners offered that I could stay there until things calmed down, and a couple other international visitors.” You swallowed, fingers tapping against the table top. “Well, I stayed there as long as I could, until it was clear this wasn't going to just clear up.”

You paused there, gathering your thoughts. You hadn't told anyone the story before. There hadn't been anyone to tell, for a long time.

“Packed up my stuff and left, after they asked me to. After the first couple run-ins with infected, I avoided cities. Thought I'd found a safe place to stay for a while, with some others, but…” You cleared your throat and looked down at the table, shrugging. “Didn't work out.”

“You walked here.” Price's voice was flat. Not quite incredulous. But not fully accepting.

“I mean, it took months, but… yeah.” You shrugged again.

Price huffed softly and stood, though he didn't go far. Just set a glass of water on the table between the two of you.

“You're welcome to stay here,” he offered, holding your gaze across the table again. “A few days here, and then we'll find you a permanent place to stay. We all work, we all share. Got it?”

You nodded quietly. You certainly weren't going to object to food and relative safety.

To that end, you washed your dishes, and then dutifully followed Soap around on a quick tour of the house. The downstairs bedroom was shut and off limits to you. In fact, you'd be sleeping on the couch for a few days.

But you were still grateful - it was warm inside, they gave you pillows and blankets, and they let you keep the knife. Really, this was better than you'd had since you left the sheep farm.

“What are ye workin’ on?” Soap dropped down to sit in a chair near you, curious gaze on your hands.

“My sweater.” You glanced at him, meeting those brilliant blue eyes for a moment, before you looked back down at your knitting. “I can't tell you how nice it is to work on this and not worry about the amount of sunlight left.”

“Aye? What else can ye make?” He leaned forward a little.

Somehow, you ended up showing him the scarf you'd made. And the fingerless gloves. And, of course, the sweater you had started.

The others came and went as the light faded outside, switching on solar powered lamps. Gaz gathered up two plates of food and disappeared again.

Soap didn't leave, sitting next to you again for dinner and just… hanging out. Honestly, you were half-convinced he was making sure you weren't going to run.

But you weren't. Not unless one of them did something to prompt you running.

The next few days passed in much the same manner. Soap didn't leave your side for longer than a few minutes, guiding the conversations even as the two of you worked. The men were building a greenhouse, and you helped. Mostly by holding things or bringing them things.

It was… weird. To be in one place for very long. To have hot food. To have someone to talk to. Not that you talked a lot that first day, mostly kept your mouth shut and observed.

But, gradually, Soap wore you down, until you were laughing at his jokes, relaxing around him.

On your third day there, Price sat down across from you after dinner. You froze, looking at him.

“Relax,” he huffed, leaning back in his seat and pulling a cigar from somewhere. “Found a place for you to stay long term.”

“Oh. That's good.” Your shoulders relaxed from your defensive hunch, and you sat up a little straighter. “Where?”

“The MacTavishes.” Price took a slow puff of his cigar. “They've got space, and you can help them out. We'll go tomorrow.”

You nodded. Not like it would take you long to pack up, since you'd never unpacked in the first place.

Which is how you ended up walking between Price and Soap, pack on your back, Soap carrying a bag of extra supplies. The walk was quiet, dew clinging to the plants around you even after sunrise. Cold air nipped at your exposed skin.

“Must not be very far if we're walking,” you ventured, glancing at the two men.

“Not far,” Soap agreed. “Not exactly next door, but close enough.” He flashed you a bright grin. He seemed extra energetic this morning, something you hadn't realized was possible.

You nodded, hands tightening around the straps of your pack at a crack in the woods. Soap stepped closer to you while Price moved closer to the noise.

“Donnae worry,” Soap murmured to you, one hand hovering in the scent space between the two of you. “I won't let anything happen to you.”

Your gaze flicked to him, the way he angled himself carefully in front of you without blocking you in, those bright eyes scanning for threats.

And you believed him. You hadn't believed anyone, hadn't trusted anyone, for months. But you trusted him. To keep you safe, at the very least.

How far exactly did you trust him?

“Clear,” Price called, stepping back onto the road. “Just a deer.”

Soap nodded, posture relaxing, though he didn't move away from you. “Could be dinner.”

Price snorted but didn't say anything, just continued on the road. You and Soap were quick to catch up.

It wasn't a long walk, but long enough that you were glad to see the building. Soap didn't wait, bounding up to the front door and opening it.

“Ma! Ah brought a guest!”

“Ma?” You blinked, hanging back a bit.

Price chuckled at your confusion. “Didn't we mention?” He asked with a wicked little smirk. “The MacTavishes are his parents.”

Unreasonably anxious now, you stepped forward and into the house after Soap. The interior of the house was warm and homey - you could hear a fire somewhere, and the blankets on the back of the couch made the place feel like nothing had happened.

But you knew better.

Soap's parents were warm people, welcoming you in easily. Price and Soap stayed to share a meal with them, although you half suspected it was to make sure you behaved.

Soap left with one last little shake to your shoulder. “See ye soon,” he murmured, like a little promise between the two of you.

You believed him. Even more to your surprise, you wanted to see more of him. You'd gotten used to his constant chatter in your ear.

“Ah’ll show ye to yer room,” Ma MacTavish offered, ushering you along expertly.

For the first time in months, you went to bed warm, full, and not so afraid of the dark.

#soapitup #johnny soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish x you #f!reader #zombie au

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thedeviltohisangel · 1 month

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All The Things I Did (4): The Only Thing That I See

a/n: ok this is the one i warned you guys was horny but i'm sure its actually to our benefit. this is setting up the next couple big plot pieces: harding's arrival and his past with cass, john demoting himself to fly again, cass' next mission and a whole lot more. happy to chat about any of it//we had a great little sleepover in my inbox and i saved a couple to answer over the next few days. more interludes in the chute, submissions still open, and a new masterpost pinned to my blog. happy reading!

When Mary knocked on Cass’ door before the sun was out and warned her it was pancakes for breakfast, it meant the men were flying today. She was looking forward to this raid in particular as the coordinates for the U-boat pens had been passed to her by a new potential source during a previous trip to Belgium. Surveillance planes had confirmed their location but it meant that Colonel Huglin would want her to brief prior to wheels up. John wasn’t flying but he would be watching. She wanted to impress him. Offer him a little bit of insight into the work that she did. Show him the bumps and bruises were worth it if it brought the war to an end even a moment sooner.

He wasn’t outside waiting for her to get breakfast and her heart fell but she knew he was busy. A piece of her was curious what John Egan, Air Exec behaved like. She imagined he was more stoic and held quite the presence. Or maybe he was exactly the same and more of a pain in the Colonel’s side than anything else. Cass smiled to herself as she walked toward the HQ offices. Yeah, that definitely seemed more like her John.

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He was rifling through papers when she entered the bullpen, calling out headings to the navigators and dodging orderlies delivering cups of coffee. She dropped her jacket off at her desk without anyone noticing and approached the map with small airplanes meant to simulate the raid.

“A few degrees to the east, gentleman. Otherwise, you’ll miss the last loading dock.” Her fingers nudged the group of planes in the correct direction then she stepped back and let the stares wash over her. Deep breaths, Cass. You know you’re right.

“Gentlemen, surely you’ve all at least heard of Lieutenant Cooper. She is the one responsible for locating these pens for today’s raid.” Some of them nodded with respect, others rolled their eyes or scoffed. Most of them seemed ambivalent.

“I’ll be at my desk should any questions arise, Colonel.” Yet all of them could agree on staring at her backside as she walked away.

“You make a habit out of embarrassing the brass the morning of a raid?” She paused her typing with a smile and walked around her desk to meet him in the doorway. There were wildflowers behind his back and she gripped his chin to pull him down for a kiss.

“Good morning, Major.” John hummed with pleasure before going back in for one, two, three more kisses.

“Morning, doll.” His voice was huskier at this hour than she was used to. It sparked right between her legs. “You thought I forgot?” He produced the flowers from behind his back and handed them to her. As she did every morning, she brought them to her nose and blushed like a schoolgirl.

“First mission as Air Exec. Wouldn’t have blamed you if you did.” John stepped deeper into her office, closing the door behind him, as she tucked the latest bouquet into a vase on her desk that was already filled with his previous gifts.

“Would feel better if I was going up as a squadron commander.”

“You would say that.” Cass jumped up onto her desk, welcoming John between her legs with some light scratches on the back of his neck. “I, for one, am happy you’ve got two feet on the ground today.”

“That’s very selfish of you, Lieutenant Cooper.” He stepped closer and kissed her slow. Deliberate. Decisive. Dangerous. He kissed her like he flew. “I’ll stop flying when you stop spooking.”

“But then I wouldn’t get to see you all hot and bothered over my well being again.” John licked his lips as she fiddled with the knot of his tie. Cass wasn’t sure what was coming over her if not, just simply, the allure of John Egan. They had claimed each other publicly. All that was left was privately.

“Did that turn you on, Cass?” She nodded, pressing her chest against his as her tongue slipped between his lips and stirred an ache within him. “Do you like that they could walk in on us at any time?”

“Fuck, John.” Her lips moved to the column of his throat and he groaned at the nipping of her teeth. She was tempted to have him take her right there on the desk. He was tempted too. Wanted to rip those thin, tantalizing panty hose from her legs and hike her skirt around her waist. Had fantasized how soft the skin of her thighs would be. What she would taste like. How she would sound as he worked her over the edge again and again and again.

“Cass, baby, I want you so bad.” She was intoxicating. A siren at sea. At this moment, he was powerless to deny her anything.

“Then take me, sir.” God, he could die a happy man. He was pushing her skirt up her legs, Cass spreading them wider as she leaned back onto the desk and pulled John down with her when there was a knock on the door.

“Major Egan? Lieutenant Cooper?” Cass collapsed onto her back, panting with pent up tension, John catching himself with his hands on either side of her head.

“Just a minute,” John called. He dropped his sweaty forehead to her shoulder in defeat before standing to his full height. His mouth ran dry with a tease of lace, Cass tugging her skirt down to hide it from his starving eyes.

“You like lace. Noted.”

“I think I’d like anything that was on you.” He grabbed her hands and tugged her closer. “Or off you.” No longer able to control herself around John Egan, she stood on his toes and pressed up into his lips once more.

“Major Egan-”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” John stormed to the door and threw it open. “Private, I said we needed a minute.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” Cass chuckled as he scurried away, adjusting her jacket and grabbing her briefing materials from the drawer.

“Don’t go scaring them, John. We need young men to want to stay in.”

“He’ll be fine. I’ll apologize when your spell has worn off a bit.”

“Oh? There you go with that witch motif again.” He followed her out of the office, out of the building and into the daylight.

“Has to be some kind of explanation for the way you’ve got me wrapped your finger like this.” She stopped and turned to face him.

“Maybe it’s love, Major.” His retort went right back down his throat. How the fuck did she know? He had tried to say it the other night but had since thought better of it. He couldn’t risk scaring her off.

“Maybe.” She read the yes behind his maybe.

“Maybe,” she repeated, whispering. “We should go inside.” John nodded, stepping closer and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I just need one more minute.” It was a moment John had never really thought about. The moment you realize the woman you love, loves you right back. He wanted to engrave it in his mind, heart and soul. Never forget this feeling with her. Carry it with him until he didn’t have to be afraid of losing it anymore. “Cass? You mean a lot to me, you know that?”

“We’ll make it through this, John. Together.” He kissed her one last time before heading, because how could he help himself, the sound of together silencing all the doubt in his mind. If only for a little while.

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Cass sat quietly along the side of the room as Colonel Huglin unveiled the target for today’s mission and the unfortunate low-low position that the 100th would take. She looked around and tried to read if any of the men seemed nervous or had any understanding of what was about to happen to them. They were doing a good job of keeping it all at bay.

Eventually her eyes landed on John as they always did. He had recovered from their earlier tryst remarkably quickly. Cass was nearly positive she would need to replace her undergarments at the first available instance. Looking at him now only added to her need to shift and adjust in her seat. Back home, men were either ruggedly handsome and good with their hands or politely coiffed and intellectually impressive. For John Egan to somehow embody both was a figment of all her desires.

He caught her staring out of the corner of his eyes. Offered her a smirk and would have blown a kiss if he wasn’t sitting in the front row. As if she could read his mind, she blew a kiss of her own. John pretended to catch it and slip it into his pocket.

“Our intelligence officer, Lieutenant Cooper, will take it from here before Captain Becker delivers the weather.” Cass stood to the sound of whistles and cheers, a low chant of ‘Spook’ spreading throughout the room. John smiled but kept his decorum. Though that blush on her cheeks was going to make him go mad.

“Thank you for the warm welcome, gentlemen. Lights please.” The room plunged into darkness save for the screen she was using to deliver her brief. “Please note there are both naval and ground based anti-aircraft assets located along the Frisian Islands. Towards the mainland, you can expect concentrated flak from here all the way down to Bremen. Sources tell me they are radar enabled so they will have the capability to track you.” A hand shot up in the crowd.

“Ma’am? What kind of artillery are we looking at?”

“88 and 105.” She paused to see if there was follow up before continuing. “The most important aspect is your target to the northwest of Bremen if I could have the target map, please.”

There were no further questions, John standing to the side while she presented the bombardiers and navigators with supplemental files for the run. She didn’t offer them luck or tell them to fly safe. Just told them to remember their training and stick to the headings she had given them. Anything else would be empty words.

“I think they were very thoroughly briefed, don’t you?” Cass laughed as she gathered her maps and placed them back in her folder.

“Surprised I do more than run around Europe and get shot?” John looked at his shoes sheepishly but his jovial tone seemed to have slipped away.

“Shouldn’t joke about getting shot, Cass. Kind of scared me when that happened.” She touched his cheek gently.

“Once they all take off and you’re done being a leader of men, you can sit and read my report if you like. I’m positive your imagination is worse than the truth.” At least, she hoped it was. “You should go talk to Buck. Give him some parting thoughts.”

“You’re the one who told me there are no words to describe it.”

“Not to warn him or guide him. Just remind him why he’s going up there today and why he will again every time after.” His smile was tight lipped. Her words were very carefully chosen to not reflect the truly dire nature of their circumstances. He appreciated her for it. She held onto that quality as long as she could. Beyond the German surrender and the atomic bomb and the curiosity with what came next. But one day she would have to break. And she knew John would be there. He’d always be there. Had to.

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It was a couple hours later when he found her again. She looked like she was fighting sleep from behind her typewriter. John couldn’t help but admire the sight, almost regretting the gentle rap of his knuckles on her door.

“Leader of men here for Lieutenant Cooper.” She acknowledged his presence with a smile but kept her chin in her hand. “One plane back with mechanical issues. Just a waiting game.”

“You’re not good at patiently waiting, are you?”

“I think I’m being pretty patient with you. With us,” he added as he motioned around them. “An impatient man would have taken advantage of your offer this morning.” Cass scoffed and sat up. Good. John liked when she was at her full capacity to spar with him. Sometimes, he said something just to get her to banter.

“You only didn’t because of that poor man that knocked on the door!”

“Well, he’s not here now.”

“So, what’s stopping you?” She looked at him expectantly. As if she was actually curious if he would just sweep her desk clean and take her right then and there. She would let him.

“Time. Need to make sure there’s no limit to how long I can take.” Cass liked the sound of that. John taking his time to work her up and up then over. Not just once. Maybe not even twice. She knew what she would be thinking about all night.

“A consolation prize then?” There was a red folder dangling from her fingertips. “It can’t leave this room.” John took it, taking a seat with enough distance from her to keep his head clear of sinful thoughts.

She typed away quietly as he read, something domestic about the whole thing that made them both incandescently happy, only the occasional grunt of concern or impressed hum slipping from his mouth.

“They teach you how to do all this at spook school?”

“Most of it. Some just has to be instinctual. Kind of like your piloting. There is only so much to learn in a training environment before the real thing has to take place.” He looked down and reread the lines about the information she had received. How she had written the tangible impact these identifiers would have on the war. Wanted to skip over the part where the local police followed her after her meeting. How they turned her in and she took a beating but convinced the interrogators she was just lost. How she made her tourniquet out of ripped cotton and a stick.

“Cass, you’re fucking incredible, you know that?”

“It’s always nice to have a handsome man tell me.” Their thoughts matching, she met him on the other side of her desk and accepted his kiss eagerly.

“We always find ourselves here,” he said with a sigh, her cheek fitting in his palm and his thumb resting on the top of her cheekbone.

“Are you complaining?”

“Never.” He leaned back in, ready to seal the world off once more, when the sirens ran off. The planes were back. And with them, the real world.

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mirukosbitchywife · 1 year

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dabi x reader | huggles mc'cuddles

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DABI!! ITS FINALLY HERE!!! i got a request for a dabi x reader cuddling fic and that is exactly what this is. just pure fluff. completely sfw it's literally just what the title suggests. this is also FOUR THOUSAND WORDS. this is my first proper fanfiction ever so it probably isn't the best but i worked really really hard on it so please be nice! i am not an actual writer i do this for funzies, constructive criticism is appreciated though! if this seems out of character for him just know i'm holding a gun from the abyss right behind him the whole time forcing him to be soft and have feelings. also there's a lot of himiko in this can u tell i love her... ive got a himiko request coming out soon! also tysm to my friend @ko-konutty for helping me edit this!! thank them for all of the capitalization and correct punctuation lmao

It's movie night at the league. The main TV is set up in the living room and the tables are filled with pizza boxes along with various snacks catered to everyone's individual tastes (Like the blood pouches Himiko demands). It's finally your turn to choose the night's movie. And you, naturally, pick your favorite. It results in some groaning over having to watch it again, which you so diligently ignore.

Quickly pressing the play button, you all start grabbing your food and get settled into your seats to watch. The arrangements end up with you and Dabi on a couch together, Toga and Twice squeezing themselves onto one chair- and Shigaraki, who claimed an arm chair at his own corner where he played with his switch. Not even pretending to pay attention to the movie since he's seen it at least three times already. Spinner and Magne are sat right next to him on two bean bags, which are actually facing the TV. And lastly, sat further away from the group, are Kurogiri and Mr. Compress. Chatting in low voices. You can see as Kurogiri makes Sako a drink at the bar; making an effort to not disturb anyone who is paying attention.

Really, everything should've been fine. You're surrounded by the people you dare call friends, with food and snacks along with your favorite movie playing. But you just can't help but be stuck in a bad mood.

Your entire month had pretty much been shit. Well- your entire year really. And you just. Really really needed a hug right now.

As much as you tried to pay attention to your favorite movie and try to eat your meal before it got cold, you just couldn't focus for a second. Normally, you'd be eating and chatting with everyone else. You're typically giving commentary on the movie and/or reciting lines, but this time you just couldn't drown out your thoughts.

As a matter of fact, you'd been so deep in your own head that you didn't even notice the concerned glances thrown your way from multiple members of the league over the fact that you've been quiet throughout the entire movie.

Hell, you didn't even notice the curious bright blue eyes burning holes onto the side of your head from the opposite end of the couch. Not 'til a rough voice startled you from your thoughts.

"You alright?" Dabi asked lowly.

He had leaned closer. You had never been so close to the man before- his face just a few inches from yours in order to not be heard by anyone else, giving you the illusion of privacy. You could clearly see the concern in his eyes while asking, despite the rest of his face seeming blank.

He'd never admit to concern. But in all honesty you'd all been getting quite closer these past few months together. And you knew he actually cared about everyone in the league.

Especially you.

Who so far has been the most resistant to the "Family bonding time" as Himiko liked to call it.

Despite him asking you a question- you couldn't stop yourself from admiring just how pretty he was. Especially this close up. His beautiful blue eyes, his facial piercings, the little frown he sets when he's trying to put on his blank expression.

He watches as you start to zone out in real time, but just before you can get completely lost in your thoughts again- he snaps his fingers in front of your face.

“Mmmmhmm" you hum.

You're still distracted looking at the staples lining his skin, not paying much attention to his words. Surveying the room in order to continue to not make eye contact- you easily spot two heads already peering back at you. Making both Himiko and Jin freeze while they were 'sneaking' you concerned glances from their shared chair.

Ignoring them for now, and having let the silence stretch a little too long, you eventually bring your eyes back up to meet the intense blue ones of the man at your side. You watch as he huffs at your lack of an answer, flopping back on the seat he claimed as his own.

He wants to let it drop there, it's clear you don't want to talk about whatever's bothering you with him. He should just go back to watching the movie. So, that's what he does. … For a few minutes.

But he just can't stop the concern he feels over your odd behavior tonight. He's debating on whether or not to question you again- only to notice he's been unconsciously bouncing his leg. Deciding to just bite the bullet, he chooses a different approach.

Making sure he catches your eye this time- he asks again. "Seriously. You alright? You're completely out of it today."

And as soon as the words leave his mouth, he can literally see the cogs turning in your mind. It's as clear as day you want to ask him something, it's written all over your face. And in a surprising act of patience- he stays quiet. Allowing you time to fully form your thoughts.

This turned out to be the right move as you start speaking after a moment of silence.

"Could you.... could I get a hug?" you ask hesitantly.

Looking up at him from under your lashes, fidgeting with your hands, clearly nervous about his answer. But trying to appear unaffected. He can't even focus on your face though, because as soon as you asked, his eyes blew wide, his heartbeat picked up, and he was speechless. He's absolutely floored by your question as people don't tend to just ask him things like that.

At his silence you were starting to feel disheartened. Opening your mouth to quickly backtrack and apologize for asking but he interrupts that train of thought with a soft sigh before you can get the words out.

"You...want a.. hug?" He asks in a voice you've never heard from him before.

He's unable to look you in the eye to hear your answer- even if he's sure of what it's going to be since it is what you asked afterall. But It doesn't change the fact that his heart is racing just at the thought.

Lifting his eyes up to keep them from going back to your face: He spots Himiko and Jin on their shared chair. Right behind your head to his view on the couch. Both vigorously nodding their heads along to your request- encouraging him to agree.

…

As if he would deny you anything.

You may have only known each for a few months, but he's developed quite a soft spot for you over that time. This fact goes unnoticed by you, but not the rest of your friends as he's frequently teased about it by Himiko damn near daily. The teasing often leading to him storming out of whatever room he's in with a light pink blush dusting the healthy parts of his face, only to get teased by other members as soon as he's spotted fleeing Himiko.

He only meets your gaze again when he sees Himiko miming stabbing him if he refuses.

Turning back to face you- he sees your face is fully lit up by the TV. Bringing his attention to the dark circles under your eyes. He's honestly unsure of how he hadn't seen them before. Now that he's paying attention, he also sees the exhaustion in your body language. You've slumped into yourself, looking incredibly tense. He has no clue how long you've been like this without any one of them noticing.

But in their defense, you're not particularly close to anyone here. Always staying on the sidelines, always by yourself- Even when invited to hang out by the more friendly members of the league, You've made sure to keep your distance from them, your walls built up high around you. They can see it though. The way you're hurting yourself more by keeping a distance from them, refusing to get attached to anyone. They can see how you're suffering alone.

They see it so clearly, they've all been in your exact position. They WERE in your exact position right before they found the league. And they know that as much as they want to- they can't just force it. They can't force you to open up to them and be part of the family they’ve made. They have to wait for you to be open to reaching out. To want to form bonds again. And- here you are. Finally starting to break out from the hard shell you have around them, seeking comfort.

And you're asking for it from him of all people?

"Yeah.. if it's okay with you? You're just.. really warm." You explain in a soft voice, afraid of him denying you after you barely managed to find the courage to ask in the first place.

"Uhh.. Yeah. Sure. Of course." He rambles nervously, heart racing in anticipation at the idea.

He's quick to move. Settling fully on the couch in a position that'll be comfortable for the both of you. As soon as he's found it, he opens his arms in invitation- making it so that his lap is completely free for however you want to place yourself.

Despite his easy acceptance, when you easily slide yourself onto his lap- he can't help but tense up. He's reeling over being the recipient of such attention; despite him having expected it. However, he's no where near uncomfortable with the closeness.

You clearly already had an idea of how you wanted the hug to go before asking him as you wasted no time situating yourself over his lap to face him, chest to chest. Your knees bracketing his hips on the couch and wrapping your arms around his waist. You slump forward against him, hooking your chin over his shoulder, and nuzzle into his neck slightly before settling down. Completely comfortable on his lap now.

Once you're still; you feel hands that are almost too hot wrap around your back, pulling you forward the last bit so you're both pressed flush against each other. Those hands then move around your waist to form a light hold.

He's been tense the entire time. That is until you snake your hand up to the top of his head- lightly running your fingers through his soft white hair. Gently scratching his scalp with your nails. The sigh he lets out as he melts into your touch ruffles your hair, but you pay no mind to it.

What you do pay attention to is the fact that this is the first time you'd ever been this close to him. Hell, this is the closest you've been to anyone in years. And the main thing that captures your attention is his surprisingly nice scent. You can easily smell the scent of smoke and nicotine that clings onto him at all times, but even beyond that- you notice the smell of the strawberry shampoo Himiko uses. Along with the faintest scent of snow. You never would've guessed it but somehow it fits now that youre smelling it on him.

Being chest to chest with him you also note how warm he is. You've already known this but being this close? It makes it entirely different. You can just feel the heat seeping into your bones. Relaxing your muscles even further. The thought of seeking him out again after a fight to use him as a personal hot pack crosses your mind briefly and you huff a laugh into his shoulder at the thought.

He didn't even feel it, since unknown to you: Dabi's mind has been running wild since the moment you asked him for the hug. And in all honesty, he didn't really know what he had been expecting after asking if you were alright. But this situation definitely was not it.

Still, he's stuck on one thing, he just doesn't really understand why you chose him to request a hug from. Sure he was questioning if you were alright and was right there next to you, but if you just wanted a hug- Why not approach Himiko any of the times you saw her this week? Or even Jin or Spinner? Hell, maybe even Compress!

They're the more welcoming members of the league. Not him. He's not exactly what he'd call approachable. People are usually so scared by his appearance; or at the very least put off at first. He's not really a person most people would look to for a hug. Yet here you are- cuddled up on his lap.

He's not exactly a stranger to being hugged- everyone in the league is aware of Himiko's clinginess after all. But the fact that he was your first choice? Now that added a lot more impact. It's not as if you deny hugs from the other members, you've just never initiated them like you did with him.

That's never happened to him.

He's never been picked first for nearly anything, let alone comfort.

He's not even anyone's first choice of comfort in the league. It's not like he holds it against any one of them, but they all do have members they're closer to than him, and he's fine with that. He's content on his own most of the time, even if he does secretly treasure when the entire league is together the most. Even despite acting as if he didn't enjoy their company.

But, here you are. Taking a wrecking ball to everything he's used to and making him feel warmer than he has in a while. And not in a way relating to his quirk whatsoever. The revelation hits him hard as he unknowingly started to grip your shirt tightly in his fists, balling up the material, but you don't feel it. Already having fallen into a sleepy half asleep state against his shoulders- completely unaware of the way you've made his thoughts race.

You're enjoying the comfort from him as much as possible, especially since it's been over half an hour since the hug started and he still hasn't pushed you off. You're determined to stay here as long as he'll let you. You want to see if he'll let you stay on his lap long enough for you to fall asleep. You're fine sleeping right here, you just want to see if you'd finally be able to sleep for a whole night without nightmares if there's someone with you while you rest, craving just one night with a full 8 hours of sleep.

He only snaps out of his thoughts when he can physically feel Himiko glaring daggers into his head. To put it simply- If looks could kill, he'd be dead. Confused as to what he did, he looks down at you and sees you. Struggling to keep your eyes open, lightly rubbing your face against his shoulder. You had moved to rest your cheek on it instead of your chin, facing his neck, while he was zoned out. He was so out of it he hadn't noticed the soft breathing against his skin until just this second.

Having now been roused from his thoughts, he looks at the time. Taking note of the way you're quickly losing your fight with sleep- he moves for the first time since you climbed on his lap. He's intent on bringing you to your bed, as he doesn't know if he'll have the heart to wake you if you fell asleep on him, and he doesn't want to pick you up while asleep either, in order to not disturb you. He doesn't know how light of a sleeper you are and he's not willing to find out.

He also didn't want you sleeping on the couch anyway. Especially now that they finally have a hideout where everyone gets their own rooms; therefore you have your own perfectly fine bed. Which is much better than a couch. He easily slides his hands under your thighs to lift you up, making it so that you won't have to detach from him until you get to your room, and allowing you to rest against him for a little longer. You let out a quiet yelp in surprise, making a couple members look over at you two when he stands. But- other than Himiko sticking her tongue out at him when he passes her- there's no reaction from anyone else when he starts walking towards the hallway that'll lead to your room, with you, of course, still in his arms.

Your door is unlocked, as it always is because even if you're not close to the league, you trust them. That makes it much easier for Dabi to get in without needing to move you or put you down. Walking in, he can't help but notice the somewhat sparse decorations in your room.

He's not the kind of guy to snoop, but he's interested to see the parts of your personality that he'll be able to pick up from your room. He is the first person you've ever allowed inside afterall. And looking in just from the doorway- he notices a couple posters on your walls. Mainly musical artists and video games from the swift surveying glances he gives them. He also notes one poster ripped at the corner, but keeps walking until he passes your vanity, where he stops for a moment, he sees pictures scattered across the mirrors borders, some having people cut or scratched out of them. He also takes note of the little things you have there on the surface, like the necklace you made with a bead Mr. Compress gave you, along with your collection of makeup, some of which he knows you use in costume, some of which you got from Magne.

Not wanting to spend too much time looking about, making you question why he stopped. So, he continues on towards your bed where he admires the fairy lights you've set up. On your pillows he also spots the bunny plushie Himiko gave you when she found out they're your favorite animal. In all honesty- seeing you having so many gifts from the other members makes him feel a little jealous. He didn't even know you were friendly enough with some of them to receive gifts from.

He wants to give you something that you'll keep with you too, the issue is: He has no idea how to pick out gifts. Maybe one day he'll suck it up and swallow his pride for you to ask Himiko. He knows she'll help him- he just doesn't know if he could take the teasing that would come.

Dismissing that line of thought with a quick shake of his head, he approaches your bedside, bending over it slightly so that you'll fall over it when you release your hold on him.

Except-

instead of releasing and getting into bed, you surprise him for a second time that night by gripping his middle tighter and whining softly. He freezes in place as soon as you do and you start to tense up, worried that maybe you pushed too far by doing that, but before you can move, he speaks up. However, all he does is whisper quietly to you:

“Y’sure you want me to join you, Sweetheart?”

and you can swear you heard his voice break in the middle of asking that, but you don't point it out. You're too embarrassed over your request to actually verbally ask for him to stay with you until you fell asleep, so you just nod against his shoulder, hoping he'll take that as your answer and you won't have to speak up.

Thankfully for you, after that confirmation, he silently stands back up, with you still hanging onto him, and begins to shuffle into your bed, getting the both of you under your plush comforter, one arm wrapped around you the whole time he's moving. He doesn't say another word, he just lies on his back, with you now straddling his abdomen.

Still slightly embarrassed about the situation despite his easy acceptance to your request, you choose to not say anything for now. All you do is readjust yourself and get comfortable. Since he got in bed with you still on top of him, you assume it's alright if you don't get up from where you are.

Because you really don't want to end the most comfortable hug of your life so soon, that's the main reason you didn't want him to leave. But you'll also secretly admit to yourself that you asking him to stay was a bit selfish, as youve wanted to spend more time with him as well. Even if you haven't talked much to each other tonight, this entire ordeal has been a big experience for you. Tonight is the first time you've let your walls down even the slightest bit around another person in years. But what you're not anticipating is the fact that this move is also the first step to joining the makeshift family the league has formed. .

The family they've been trying to bring you into for weeks.

You're lying on top of him in a very similar position to the one y'all were in in the common area. The only real difference now is how you've fully stretched out your legs, and that your face is pressed into his neck instead of his shoulder, fully facing him now.

Once you're done moving about, his arms come back up around you to rest his warm hands against the dip of your back, which makes you release a sleepy sigh. Fully content to surrender to the darkness calling you to rest; there's something bothering you, keeping you from giving in yet. There's one more thing you need to do before you fall asleep. Moving your head up so you can make eye contact with him nstead of his neck, you mumble in a low voice:

“Thank you for this… G’night Dabi."

He doesn't give a response, he just hums and tightens his arms around you. But he doesn't need to say anything, as you're fully asleep within a minute after having said your parting. The heat of his body was making the call of sleep even more irresistible, and now that you said what you wanted to, you were able to give into it. As you fall asleep, you've started to unconsciously grip Dabi’s shirt tightly, curling the fabric around your firsts; as if subconsciously afraid he'd leave you right after you drift off. But of course he doesn't do that.

He would never do that to you.

Instead, he waits until he's sure you're deeply sleeping, listening to the soft sound of your even breathing against his skin, before his eyes find your face. Soaking up every detail he can make out in the low light of your bedroom, he lets himself appreciate your beauty. The only light in the room being from the string of fairy lights within the room; but that's enough for him right now.

In the stillness of your bedroom, with the only movement coming from you contently sleeping over him in your huddle, he finally allows his tears of blood to fall from his eyes. The ones he's been holding off ever since you let him into your room. The urge had only increased as you continued to cling to him, then shocking him by allowing him on your bed with you, to provide you the comfort you've been craving through the night. It had all become too much for him to hold back now that you're unable to see him.

The show of trust hits him hard as he lies there, crying silently as he grips you tighter, as if you're the only thing keeping him from floating away. The fact that he's the first person you've ever let into your room, and probably the first person to hold you like this in a while, if ever, makes his heart beat erratically in his chest. Your show of vulnerability to him of all people is doing something to him. He didn't even realize how cold he had grown until he was shown the lightest bit of sunshine and immediately began to thaw.

You choosing him to be vulnerable with already has him craving being vulnerable back. Already considering how he might initiate the hug next time- desperately wanting this to become a common occurrence.

And under the bed of night, as crimson tears still flowed, he whispered back to your sleeping form.

"Thank you too.. Goodnight.." as he places a kiss to the crown of your head.

For the first time in maybe his whole life, he doesn't fall asleep in pain or to the deafening noise of his thoughts screaming at him, which are filled with intrusive thoughts that sound suspiciously like his father. No. Instead, he falls asleep under you, feeling truly appreciated and wanted for the first time. The smile that spread across his face before falling victim to the lull of your gentle breathing stays on his face the entire night, never even once interrupted by the nightmares of his past he typically deals with every night.

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foreveramattgirl · 3 months

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Chris Sturniolo - Let Me See

Chris x Fem!reader

Warnings - SMUT!! 🔞🔞 (don’t really know what else to write here)

Authors Note - Hii!!! This is my first Sturniolo imagine and smut, also didn’t proof read lol! I’m so sorry it’s so long! Let me know what you think😊

Also I don’t think Chris would speak like this at all!! It’s just for the story!!

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(Y/NS POV)

Growing up with all boys can have its difficult moments, but mostly was a good time. Especially when the boys you grew up with consist of your godmothers sons, who are the most handsome boys I've ever set eyes one. The Sturniolo triplets. Nick, my best friend, my honouree older brother. Matt, my anxiety support, my tough guy, my honouree older brother. Christopher, my weakness.

My brother Nate has always been close to the triplets, as I have been. Though the one thing he doesn't know is how intimidated I get from Chris. My blood heats up, my heart pounds, my breathing becomes heavy. And there's only two ways my speaking goes, either I ramble nervously or I go speechless, really depends on the situation.

Today's situation is the fact I am in Hawaii with the Triplets, my brother and Madi, who I have come to really enjoy. Madi is so fun! And we are the same age! However, spending my time on an island with Chris walking around with either a wife beater, or no shirt at all, has me going mental.

Currently we all sit around the fire, all in our own conversations. Nate, Chris and Matt in their own, while Madi. Nick and I are in our own. Though our conversation goes quickly quiet after hearing a quick sentence from the boys.

"I haven't had some good pussy in a while." Christopher announces.

Madi, Nick and I turn shocked to the conversation, however Matt and Nate looked unfazed. In fact they seem to be agreeing with him. Unaware of our intrusion into their conversation, the three carry on.

"I get what you mean!" Matt pats Chris.

Nate nods as well.

"I just wanna get pussy drunk." Chris shakes his head as if the sentence was completely normal.

"What in the world!?" Nick shouts, bring the boys attention to us.

The three burst out laughing at our mortified faces.

"Sorry we didn't know you guys were listening." Nate laughs.

I gulp, Madi and Nick seemed to understand what the three were talking about. But I sat in questions. What was pussy drunk? And is there a good pussy and bad pussy? I look around the group. I couldn't ask anyone those questions, as last time I saw Chris I blabbered on about how good sex was with my ex. Honestly it wasn't, and I'm so inexperienced, which doesn't help either.

"Madi got any friends with good pussy?" Chris laughs.

I start to zone out filling my own mind with questions, did I have good pussy? Is that why I haven't enjoyed sex in the past because men think I have a bad pussy? I shake my head trying to forget the topic hoping the one in front of would have changed by now.

"Ooo and a nice set of tits." Chris adds.

It was no mystery Chris was a boob guy, to anyone. He loved a good set of tits. Which made me pretty happy during late middle school and high school when my boobs grew and grew to there now F's. Yet it doesn't matter what shirt I wear, what bikini I wear Chris never pays attention to me, especially in that way.

"Imma go inside, I'm getting a bit cold." I lie standing up.

"Goodnight guys." I say before heading inside.

Once in the comfort of my own room, in our air B&N. I partially close my door, I put my head phones in and open my laptop. I was curious, I mean how can everyone talk about how great sex is? When I had it, it was worse then mid. I have to be doing it wrong, right?

(CHRIS'S POV)

I was walking but to my room for the night, Matt, Nick and Nate had done the same a few minutes ago. Alone in the hallway I notice Y/N's door partially opened, she'd be asleep by now but the light was on. I walk closer to the door when I hear a sentence I never expected to hear.

"I mustn't have good pussy!"

My eyes widen. I hear the sound of a laptop shutting, what was she doing in there? My mind ran back a step. Y/N is the most beautiful thing on planet earth, an angel sent from heaven. Boobs of a Greek goddess, I just wanna bury my head in them. Hips so pretty and a waist so little. There's no way a girl like her has bad pussy, especially with the little to none amount of men who have been lucky enough for experience it.

Pulled from my thoughts as the door opens. I look down at the brunette, whose eyes become wider than mine.

"Chris!" She gulp.

I smirk a bit. I'm not stupid, I know Y/N has a thing for me. She's not very good at hiding it, for heavens sake.

"What are you doing in there?" I ask her crossing my arms.

Her lips part, as her eyes look desperate for answers. She'd never tell me the truth, now I've asked. Her cheeks heat up, her hands fidgeting with the opposites hands nails. I lean down to her ear.

"What's wrong mamas?" I whisper.

I pull away her eyes darkening. Suddenly there's a look in her eyes, knowing I had caught her. She takes a deep breath.

"Look, outside you were all talking about good pussy, and I didn't know what that meant so I did some research. And by research I mean watched porn, but not for my own enjoyment!" She begins rambling.

My smirk turns to a smile, she's so cute when she rambles, using all her energy to make up a story however this one was true. I could tell by the way she kept getting redder the more she explained.

"And well, the only conclusion I can come to, is I have bad pussy. That's why I don't enjoy sex like other people."

She takes a deep breath. I smile a bit with a chuckle. She looks down in shame. I bring my finger to her chin lifting her head lightly. She needed reassurance, I could tell.

"How many men have you slept with?" I ask her.

She gulped lifting her right hand. A fist slowly rising to 1 finger. Her pink cheeks and eyes going puppy like. She's so submissive already, answering my every question. I can't lie it turned me on big time.

"How many times?" I ask.

A second finger raises, slowly. So she's slept with 1 man two times.

"It was about 1 years ago ago though, does that count for anything?" She gulps.

I chuckle, nodding.

"It means you aren't a slut Y/N." I tell her letting my finger slowly dis attach from her chin.

"But I could still have bad pussy." She complains.

I push her inside her room. I shut the door fully and flip the switch the lock it. She looks at me, wide eyes, fiddling with the oversized t-shirt she is wearing.

"Do you trust me?" I ask her.

She nods her head, making me smirk.

(Y/N'S POV)

"Great, take your pants off." Chris says forward, stripping himself of his tank top.

My eyes widen again. How'd I end up here? I try to back track my steps but before I could finish, Chris towers over me.

"Come on mamas, I'll tell you if you have bad pussy, trust me I won't lie." Chris smirks.

Though the offer was compelling and the heat between my legs grew stronger and stronger, what if I did have bad pussy. Chris would hate me. I'd mess this all up and Chris would know I have bad pussy.

"All you have to do is say no, and I'll stop. I'm just trying to help." He raises his hands in defence.

"You promise you'll tell me if it's bad?" I gulp.

"Of course." Chris nods.

I look at him, I had so many questions.

"What if I do something wrong?" I gulp.

"I'll walk you through every step." He smirks. "And answer any questions."

This man is a mind reader. I nod my head slowly. Chris steps back and sits on the edge of the bed. He pats his lap.

"Come sit on my lap." He smiles.

I walk over placing one knee on his left side swinging my other over his lap. I'm sitting on him. I'm sitting on a shirtless Chris Sturniolo.

"Good," Chris licks his lips.

"How do you wanna do this?" He asks.

I think for a second. I've been there when women leave Chris's bedroom, I want whatever he does with them.

"I want whatever you do with women." I nod confidently trying to hide my nerves.

Chris kisses my forehead softly, shaking his head.

"You are not one of my hoes." He tells me softly, he eyes sincere. "I will not do what I do to them to you."

I look at him confused. He makes it sound like what he does is bad? But they all seem to enjoy it, why can't I.

"But?" I go speak, but I'm flipped to my back.

Chris hovers over me, chain dangling, hair falling perfectly. My core pulses quickly.

"I said no, Y/N." He said sternly.

I nod my head, quickly.

"Just lay back and trust me." He leans down pressing a kiss to my cheek.

Peppering soft kisses down my neck. I smile at this sweetness. I felt safe, safe enough I let out a little whimper when he pulled away. He smiles.

"Don't worry mamas I'm just getting started." He winks. "Let me see all of you please."

I sit up pulling the large shirt over my head. My bra had already been taken off before I got into my bed the first time. I lay back in nothing but my black panties. I look up and see Chris with parted lips and dark eyes.

"Fucking hell." He whispers.

I lay patiently for his next move. Chris reached. Hand out slowly softly laying it on my right breast. He gives it a squeeze before leaning down, flattening his hot tongue on my nipple. He closes his lip around it. I let out a soft moan. He looks at me through hooded eyes, repeating the action on my other breast. He pecks all over my chest leaving saliva everywhere.

In a minute, he begins kissing down my stomach softly. This isn't the hot, steamy, rough sex Chris always talks about having. He is taking his time, paying attention to my whole body.

"You're so bloody pretty mamas." Chris says standing.

I feel my cheeks blush, my arms attempting to cover me at the compliment. Chris reaches for my ankles pulling me to the end of the bed. Placing both ankles on his right shoulder, Chris licks his lip.

"Now what we are all here for."

He reachers to my waist band ever so gently pulling it off. I bend my knees making it easier for him. I was so confused what to do with my hands now. Chris gets in his knees on the foot of the bed. I begin to get nervous again.

"Remember, all you have to do is lay and relax." Chris winks. "Oh and try to be quiet."

I look at him confused, not once have I ever been loud during sex, I thought that was just pornstars. Chris chuckles kissing both my thighs before placing one of each shoulder.

I watch him intently, his corse fingers spreading me for himself. The feeling was new. He rubs my slick around slowly.

"Mamas," he looks at me.

I gulp. What's he going to say?

"You've got such a pretty little cunt." Chris smiles. "So wet, so pretty, so soft."

I moan a bit at his words, making him chuckle. He leans in pressing a kiss on my bundle of nerves. So soft and sweet. The hand not spreading me for him hooks around my hip laying on top of my stomach. I watched him, what was he going to do next. Before I can question him, he flicks his tongue around my clit. My back arches on instinct, my breath hitches, my eyes close softly. Chris begins sucking on me, ever so softly, lots of pressure. I've never experienced anything like this. It was euphoric to say the least. His thumb on my stomach caressing my skin softly. I moan softly, enjoying every minute of him.

The longer he was down there the more I couldn't hold it together. His mouth and tongue driving me quickly to the edge. My hips squirm, my back arched, my eyes squeezed shut. When I did open them seeing Chris perfectly in between my legs, concentrating so very hard on me, his fluffy hair, his blue eyes looking back at me, his lips smirking. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Chris?" I moan out feeling a much tighter knot fill my stomach.

"Come on mamas." He mumbles against me.

"Oh my god!" I moan out loudly, pressing my hips deep into the mattress.

I slap my hand over my mouth quickly. My chest rising and falling quickly. My eyes go blurry. The biggest orgasm I've ever had, and it was given to me by Christopher Sturniolo. I feel his tongue softly sweeping its way around me, collecting my cum.

I look down at him, his hooded eyes look at me sweetly, before going he pulls away. I see some of my juices and his saliva spilling down his chin, looking so hot. His eyes were lit up, he was proud of himself, I could tell.

"Ever touched yourself?" Chris asks me.

I nod my head, slowly, a bit embarrassed. Chris nods his head, with a smirk.

"Bet it didn't feel like this did it mamas?" He winks at me.

I feel my blood rush to my cheeks. My squirming and moaning must have given me away.

"You taste so good." He says diving back in.

My hips jerk, feeling sensitive. Chris smirks looking at me. His lips pink and swollen so hot, eyes sparkling. They were begging me. He sucks in my thighs softly.

"I want more, can I have more?" Chris looked desperate. "Please mamas."

I didn't know how to respond, a man begging to eat me out? I've never had that. Let alone the man being Chris.

"I just wanna taste that pretty little cunt one more time, get it ready for my dick." He whispers against my skin.

Both his hands are on my thighs, sliding them, and gripping them softly. I nod my head at him, agreeing. He smiles like a child before attaching his mouth to me.

"Holy fuck!" I moan out.

I was so sentitives now, I was also a lot for comfortable. Chris looks up at me smiling.

"You sound so hot mamas, but I don't want the others to hear." He looks at me, with dark eyes.

"I don't think your brother would appreciate me eating you out when he's down the hall." Chris chuckles.

I nod my head quickly. He smirks leaning back in. It felt so good, just like the first time. Right when I thought it couldn't get any better, I feel a pinch. I look down and see Chris watching his hand.

"Fuck princess, I can barely fit a finger in you." He groans.

His middle finger slowly slips in and out of me. He licks his lips. I let out a groan. A second finger it slid in making me gulp.

"Lay down ma, just relax." Chris smiles at me. "I won't hurt you, I just want to loosen you a bit."

I bite my lip, the feeling being so different. His long corse fingers sliding around my walls. Chris looks at me, our eyes connected while he begins sucking on my clit again. I let out a soft moan. I felt so sensitive, my hips couldn’t help but buck against him.

“Chris.” I whimper.

Looking at me with a smirk, he continues to finger me while eating me out, clearly knowing I’m close. His teeth grazes my clit, while his fingers curl, making my right hand quickly attach to his head. I couldn’t help but arch my back while holding him closer.

“Oh my goddd!” I moan out.

I close my eyes, reaching my high. My left hand flies to my mouth, my hips begin jerking against Chris’s mouth and he hums against me.

“Chris.” I moan into my hand.

He helps me ride my high out, before cleaning me up with his tongue. Chris was good at this, like crazy good! He pulls away, licking my cum from his fingers with a groan.

“Fuck sake mamas, I just want more.” Chris’s eyes are lustful, but his smile was mischievous.

His fingers come back to my core, rubbing my clit more.

“So so so good.” He licks his lips.

I watch his hand reach down and palm himself through his pants. I felt kind proud of myself making him hard. Chris Sturniolo is hard because of me! I wanted it, I wanted his dick.

“Chris.” I say softly, while sitting up.

He looks up at me, his eyes are needy. My heart was pounding.

“Could you?” I gulp.

I didn’t know how to word it. How do you ask your brothers best friend to fuck you without it being weird? What if I ruin this moment? What if he doesn’t want to? But he looks like he really wants to.

I look at his crotch, his hard dick pressing against his shorts, I can see the outline. I gulp, even the outline was intimidating.

“Are you sure?” Chris licks his lips.

I nod my head bringing my hand to my mouth, bitting down in the acrylic. Chris stands up, he was towering over me again.

“Cause if you don’t want to we don’t have too.” Chris says.

“Please.” I look up at him.

I reach my hands to his pants, while looking at him. The way he was looking at me, I was dripping all over again. I untie the little knot that was holding them up, before pulling them down. I see a wet patch on his boxers, I bite my lip. Chris hand comes down and pulls my hair over my shoulders to my back. I pull the boxers down, his dick springs up to hit his stomach.

I gasp a little, he was big. His tip was bright red and leaking with pre cum. I had to touch it, there was no way I couldn’t. Chris groans as I spread the pre cum from his tip down his shaft.

“I can’t wait anymore Y/N.” Chris bites his lip. “Fucking hell.”

I look at him, both of us filled with desperation. I lay on my back.

“I’ll go slow I promise.” Chris whispers to me.

He moves my legs to be widely spread for him. His left hand finds my right hand intertwining our fingers. He lines himself up, his tip entering me. I let out a whimper, but Chris groans. He was stretching me out and it was kind of painful. He stops for a second.

“You’re doing so good baby.” Chris whispers.

He leans down intertwining our other fingers. He kisses my forehead.

“You’rere so right.” He groans. “Im not gonna last long.”

Once has has bottomed out, I had full tears in my eyes, Chris kissed both my cheeks softly. I looked him, something in his eyes told me this wasn’t just sex. Slowly be began moving, only a little.

“Chris.” I whimper.

He stops his movements and look at me quickly.

“More.” I say softly, finally starting to get used to his size.

Chris leans down and kisses me. It shocks me at first, but I kiss back. Our hands unlock and I wrap my arms around his neck. He begins to move more. I moan into his mouth, he does the same. He speeds again making it impossible to kiss, both of us trying our hardest to stay quiet.

“Fucking hell Y/N, I’m so close.” He groans in my ear.

“Me too.” I breathe out.

He begins sucking on my neck, in attempt to stay quiet. I could I drew blood from biting my lip. I was so close as his hips rocked into me. My nails dig into Chris back, I didn’t mean to do it but it was the only way I could stay somewhat quiet.

“Chris!” I moan as I hit my high.

I clench around him harder, making Chris groan and I feel his hot ropes of cum fill me up. He slowly brings us down from our highs, my legs feeling numb. We begin to kiss again, as he was still inside me. I didn’t want him to pull out, it felt so good with him in me. We pull away finally, and Chris pulls out slowly, we both groan.

He disappears for a second into my bathroom before returning with a wet cloth. He softly cleans me up, I didn’t know what to say so I laid in silence. I felt so exhausted.

He put his boxers on before grabbing my shirt. He helps me put my shirt on. I slide back and lay in my bed, I expect him to leave. But he doesn’t.

Chris slides in next to me after turning the light off, making me smile a bit.

“Come here mamas.” He opens his arm.

I lay on his chest, his arms closing around me. I sigh in relief.

“Chris.” I whisper.

What did this mean to him? I needed to know.

“Tomorrow, baby, we can talk tomorrow.” Chris whispers.

“I just want to hold you, right now.” He pecks my head. “I’ve been waiting to long to be in this moment.”

I smile, at his words, snuggling close to him. I close my eyes and quickly fall asleep myself. I didn’t know what to expect tomorrow but I was too tired to even ask Chris about it.

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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Heyo

I saw a line by Levi where he says "Asmo and I are brothers, so why did he get all the good stuff from the gene pool?" And I'm curious if he and Asmo were made similarly, but not twins like Belphie and Beel

I was gonna say like Michael, Mammon and Raphael but idk if it's fact or fiction if those three were made in the same image, hence why Mammon and Raph look alike and why Mammon was once learning from Michael

Pretty sure it's this

I think that's just kind of how adopted families work sometimes? In my experience, it's definitely how close groups of friends work sometimes

Even the twins aren't biologically related. They were created at the same time and so possibly share similar magic & a few features (their eyes) but other than that there's no genes involved

And about Mammon once learning from Michael & so possibly being made similarly like the twins;

• Michael & Mammon were possibly a similar deal to Simeon & Luke, and Lucifer and his siblings when he first took them in. And other than the twins there's no magical or """"biological"""" connection between them. So just because Mammon was once under Michael's wing I don't think they necessarily have such a connection?

• And about Raphael... I'm pretty sure that's because the devs straight up said they like that character design and have used it twice before in different games. But I like to think the in-game reason for the similarly is due to them being created close to each other with similar magic - not close or similar enough to be twins but instead to share some features

Also this is not that related but I really wanna talk about family in the Celestial Realm so...;

I don't think the Celestial Realm sees family the way the demons and humans do?

• Humans and (most?) Demons are born through biological reproduction. Whereas the angels are created by god but it seems like even though they throw around the term "brother" (simeon & lucifer, simeon & raphael) it doesn't mean the same thing. It doesn't necessarily mean family. For instance, if you consider the way Lucifer treats his brothers and even MC (whom he considers family) vs how he treats Simeon. He tends to treat Simeon closer to how he treats Diavolo & Barbatos - like a close friend but there's a distance there that isn't present with his family (he's more put together? with them than he is with his family)

• Even with Luke and Simeon - it's obvious to anyone looking that they're family. That Simeon treats Luke like a son, but they never even seem to consider that an option.

• Also given how easily Simeon & Luke are separated (or Mammon & Michael) the celestial realm probably doesn't see it as taking a child away from their parent but rather breaking an apprenticeship letting the learner move on to a more appropriate mentor

• I think Lucifer & his brothers were the odd ones out for creating a family unit and then sticking with it

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kunikame · 9 months

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# PURPLE LILACS !

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ace trappola x fem!reader smau

! warning(s) : cussing, (un)intentional miss-spellings, america jokes (COME ON BABY AMERICA!!)

? w/c : 496

inviting the other first years to ramshackle automatically means inviting ace trappola as well.

though he wasn't directly invited by you, he invited himself, as usual.

whenever you held game night with your little friend group it would end with a screaming match between you and ace (and sebek, who simply screams because he can't lower his voice) over one thing or another. you wonder what you will find yourself arguing over tonight.

as the boys trademark pile into the ramshackle lounge, you go to grab the sailor moon special monopoly you (somehow) discovered they sell here. it's a little different from how you remember it in your world, but the fact they even had it in twisted wonderland astonished you.

"[name], do you need any help?"

you turn at the sound of deuce's voice, raising your eyebrow with a questioning hum.

"you've been staring at the box for a while, i was just wondering if something was wrong, or if you needed help with something. jack and sebek took care of the snacks and drinks, by the way."

realization dawns on you, and your eyes snap to the clock on the wall, you really have been standing here for a while. "oh! no, no, i'm okay, thanks deucey~ i was just wondering how the sailor moon edition even exists in twisted wonderland, and i suppose i lost track of time, that's all," you say as you walk towards the tall boy, indicating for him to exit the storage room first. after you turn off the lights and shut the door, you fall into step beside him.

"oh, you had it in your world too?"

you let out a pleased hum, nodding in agreement. deuce has always been quite curious about your world, and you loved sharing little details about it with him. you sometimes sat down and traded information and fun facts the other didn't know, and while jack was one of your favorite conversation partners as he was very attentive and listened to whatever you said, deuce was just a tad closer to first place.

"yeah, we have multiple editions, actually, based on some movies or animes– though i haven't played many of them."

"that sounds pretty fun. i wonder if there's a ramshackle edition of some board game somewhere out there. the currency is tuna and the goal is to catch grim without getting caught by overblotted dorm leaders or ghosts."

"and crowley is the mascot slash narrator of the game! he gives you random side quests and tasks that you can't skip cause you'd lose some tuna!"

you share a giggle just as you make it to the lounge and see the guys just chilling there and waiting for you with everything set up the way it usually would be.

except usually you entering would catch the attention of everyone except ace, turning to you with one request or another.

this time, however, ace trappolas eyes snap to you along with the others.

## ❝ after the events of the phantom bride wedding, ace started wondering whether he still had the ability to charm girls. he hasn’t thought about anyone romantically in years, hasn’t really flirted with anyone either, what if he’s gone out of it? perhaps it’s time to put his talents to the test; with the person who hates him most, no less. if he can charm her, he can charm anyone.

#TAGLIST ! : @solxima @gabirii @lunavixia @y2unagiz @the-ghost-0f-t0m0 @borlining @artsycanongoer @myunghology @doughnuts-eater @lifeless-bug @babygurlenthusiast @shirishere @xopeach @stormyovent0aster // ask/comment to be added/removed! (if you're in bold i can't tag you)

#☆ : purple lilacs #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x y/n #ace trappola #ace trappola x you #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola x y/n

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dragonfirerogue-writes · 1 year

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Shall We Dance?

Wednesday x Kitsune!Reader

Pre-relationship

A loud, frustrated groan caught Wednesday's attention as she makes her way to the Nightshade Library. In the quad stood you and a few others she didn't recognize. In all fairness, she only recognized you because you just met the other night.

The group of you were scattered about in the quad, arguing about something that Wednesday couldn't care less about. At least until she heard your next words.

"This is why we talk about these things, Adrian!" You were incredibly annoyed at your friend's antics. "Not all of us are verse in partner or ballroom dances." Adrian, a gorgon, just shrugs.

"I mean, how hard can it be? We all dance."

"Yeah," another speaks up. "Hip hop. That's a whole different ballpark."

"Ballroom's just for fussy old-school peeps anyway." You roll your eyes at those words.

"Hey now. Just because there are more rules in ballroom doesn't mean it's boring. There's still emotion and storytelling."

There's a cacophony of noise in retaliation to what you said. Your hands go up in frustration as you take a few steps back. Wednesday watches on, amused by the chaos. She agrees with you, though. For as often as she's seen her parents dance, she knows there's at least passion in the style. She herself was taught by said parents, but since she despises touching others, it was rarely put into action. No one could keep up with her anyway.

"Well, let's see that emotion then, Y/N!" A vampire pipes up. "I've actually been to balls and those dances can be drab."

"Does anyone know how to ballroom dance?" You ask. Silence follows as you look amongst your friend group. "No one? Then how am I gonna show you?"

"I'm willing to show the uncultured how things are done."

Everyone turns to see Wednesday walking up to them. You let a smug grin spread on your face.

"Well, would you look at that. Wednesday coming in for the clutch."

The declaration made the rest of the group laugh. They just couldn't believe that the new girl had it in her to give an emotional performance. Even looking at her now, they saw her face hadn't twitched at all.

You, on the other hand, saw the competitive glint in her eyes. Her head turned up and stance set in a challenge. You knew that Wednesday kept her feeling close to her chest rather than on her sleeves. Dark eyes meet with yours and you answered with a wicked grin.

"What's your preferred style? We can probably improvise something." The goth walked closer, leaving her bag on one of the surrounding tables. She eyes you carefully before replying.

"Tango. I don't mind improvisation, but I have to wonder..." She looks at you with a curious look. She knows your dancing skills. It was on display when you first met. But were you able to match pace with her? "Are you able to keep up?"

You press play on your phone and pocket it. The speaker on one of the tables began to light up as you moved to stand right in front of Wednesday. You hold your arms out into a proper tango frame.

"One way to find out, right?"

Wednesday easily slides into your frame, matching it perfectly. Almost immediately, as if waiting, the song begins and you lead Wednesday into a simple tango. It was more to gauge where her skill level was at, but when you saw that eyebrow quirk up, you kicked it up a few notches.

As the song continues towards the chorus, you lift her and swing her around. Her legs extend out in an arc before wrapping around your waist. You take a beat to sit into your stance before swinging her back and continuing on. As the dance intensifies, the two of you start to cover more ground, letting the whole quad become your dancefloor. Soon enough, another lift takes Wednesday to the edge of the fountain.

Though separate now, the two of you move in sync. While each of your movements were different from Wednesday's, it was similar enough to where it seemed like it was choreographed. You circle the fountain, adding levels and spinning in your knees and strutting alongside Wednesday who used jumps and spins while balanced atop the short fountain wall. As soon as you both round the fountain once, Wednesday leans back to fall right into your arms.

Once she's in your arms, you swing her around and get back into frame. You lead her into complicated steps that she keeps in time with. At the end, you spin her and stand back to let her have the last choice in the dance. When the rotation ends, she crosses her arms and falls rigid, only to tip over like a downed tree. Seeing her intent, you dash over. Your hand cups the back of her neck as you lead her down into a low dip, your knuckles nearly brushing the grass.

With that, the song and dance ends.

There's a breath of silence. The only noise heard was you and Wednesday breathing with exertion. You hold your position until the group around you erupts in cheers.

Slowly, you maneuver yourself to pull Wednesday up as she stays in her rigid pose. Once up, you're surrounded by a chattering mob. The noise surrounding Wednesday was almost overwhelming. It didn't calm until she felt your hand on her shoulder, as if to protect her from your friends, and gestured for them to calm down.

"Alright, alright. See? Ballroom can be entertaining. We'll talk about the situation later. For now, it's past curfew. Let's get outta here before Weems finds us."

The others scatter as you gently let Wednesday sneak away. She grabs her bag and turns to look at you. When you look back, you offer a smirk and a wink.

"Did I meet your expectations?"

Without waiting for an answer, you run off towards your room. Wednesday watches your retreating form with a tiny twitch on her lips.

"Surprisingly so."

#a dragon tries to write #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday (netflix)

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naiche-of-pride · 6 months

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Venti × GN!Reader

(A/N: My first work posted here if you haven't noticed. Constructive criticism is welcomed. I hope you enjoy the fluff.)

Venti sighed, downing the remaining alcohol in his hand. "Seriously, what does it take to get a little sympathy here!" He whines, head falling onto the counter.

Diluc rolls his eyes, wiping down the counter of the spilt wolfhook juice. "Perhaps, if you'd just visit them instead of waiting for them to come to you, you wouldn’t have this problem." He grumbled under his breath.

Although, this doesn't mean the Archon didn't hear it. Since at the sound of the suggestion, his head jumped up, and a grin lit his face. "Hey, yeahhh!!! Thanks Master Diluc!!! I'll pay my tab tomorrow!!"

"Wha-" without another word, Venti jumps off his seat before jubilantly running out of Angel's Share, as if not noticing the fuming Diluc he had left behind.

He hums to himself as he walks down the street, enjoying the walk out of Mondstadt. He drunkenly thinks of the last reunion he had with his favourite person.

○●○●

He beams at the sight of his favourite traveller, of which was speaking to Flora about the flowers gathered from Dragonspine.

"(Y/N)!! I didn't think you'd be in Mondstadt today!" He cheers as he immediately embraces the shocked traveller. They held onto the hands that wrapped around their neck and smiled as they looked at him with excitement.

"V-Venti! Sorry I didn't tell you, I'd been busy with commissions, and I didn't have the time to tell anyone where I was." They sheepishly said before he turned to the child vendor with a cheeky smile.

"Pardon me, Flora, I'll steal away the traveller for a bit!" The child only giggles "Ok Mr. Venti!"

And with that, he drags the other away, not minding the panicked and flustered expression they seemed to have at the sudden action.

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Hiccuping with a woozy smile, he hadn't noticed the group of hydro slimes that had creeped up behind him. "Venti, look out!" He turns with a curious look, only to be shadowed by a familiar silhouette.

(Y/N) stabs through a hydro slime with ruthless eyes, arms tough, and firm without any sign of slacking. He smiles at the sight while swooning in his mind.

"(Y/N)~~" He watches as the group of hydro slimes were taken care of by his beloved, watching as they let out a breath of relief and wiped the sweat off of their forehead.

They turn to Venti with a beaming smile as they walk closer. "Venti! Oh, how I missed you - " He attacks them with a large hug, face burrowed into the crook of their neck as they let their own hands rest on his shoulder blades.

"Cecilia~, you have no idea how much I missed you, I didn't know when you'd come back since you haven't been around for so long! And not to mention that Windblume is about to start!" He complains into their shoulder, words slurring as they support him.

They grunt, adjusting Venti's position in their arms and smiling with a fond helplessness.

They visibly melt, peppering kisses on his face as they squeezed him just a bit tighter. He basks in the affection, waiting for their response. "I'm sorry VenVen, I was so busy with personal matters I haven’t found time to visit."

He pouts, nibbling on their hand as it finds its way onto his cheek. "You better make it up to me by cuddling me..." he left the rest of his response in the air, yet they sighed. Already knowing exactly what he wanted to say.

"And your tab at Angel's Share." They finished as they let go of the hug and sternly stared at the Archon.

"If you don't come, I'm not paying for your tab." They threatened playfully, making Venti giggle, and run up to them. (Y/N) grabbed his hand once he got close enough, pulling the other back to Mondstadt by the hand. "You know me so well, Cecilia!"

He giggles, swinging their intertwined hands as they walk to (Y/N)'s temporary lodgings. As they finally get to the small Inn, they crash onto their bed, cuddling and whispering sonnets of love to each other.

"If the world were to collapse under us, I'd always find it my priority to catch you." Venti whispers before he smiles and decides to whisper a small poem to the beloved.

"The sky looks so beautiful

So wonderous, the stars

Yet I can never rest

Until I have you in my arms

Oh, my beautiful Cecilia

I love you, and it's true

My beloved, my love

That I can not live without you."

They fluster, stuttering over their words and giddy at the sound of their beloved telling them such a poem. "VenVen..." They let their hand drop on his head, playing with his braids.

"You always managed to surprise me, don't you?" They mutter quietly, a loving smile on their face as they twirl the braid between their fingers.

He bursts into a fit of giggles, making (Y/N) laugh as well.

No jokes were spoken, yet their giggles only seemed to make the other giggle harder. Their giddy smiles make them hug each other a little bit tighter.

"I love you so much, (Y/N)." He says sleepily as his eyelids feel heavy. As the adrenaline and passion for his partner finally wears off and leaves him a tired bard, to which the traveller plants a soft kiss on his forehead.

"I love you too, Venti." They whisper. A deep regret swirling in their eyes as they watched over their sleeping partner.

Under the stars and the gaze of Celestia. It was evident that their bond was more than just love.

It wasn't long before they woke back in their room.

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They leave their room, groaning as they passed by the game room to see their sibling playing so early.

Their sibling turned over, peering before turning back to the screen. "Well, you returned much earlier than expected. Did Venti sleep early?"

(Y/N) only groaned, throwing a pillow at them before smiling a bit at the reminder. "Shut up. He was drunk today." Their sibling only rolls their eyes, popping a lollipop into their mouth.

"Yeah, yeah, be thankful I let you go this early. Mom would've thrown a fuss if she found out you left at 3 AM just to visit your boyfriend. " They glared at the other. "HE'S MY HUSBAND, DUMB SHIT"

"SO, WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE?!"

"THE DIFFERENCE IS THAT WE'RE FUCKING MARRIED DUMBASS"

"BITCH PLEASE."

#genshin venti #genshin impact #venti x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #fluff #domestic-ish #first work #constructive critism welcome

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Idk if you still perceived them as a toxic relationship, I'm the one who thinks that the most healthy thing in a relationship is communication so I really doubt ksoo get enlisted bc he wants to and not telling anyone about it, I mean exo is a thing, his relationship with jongin is other, maybe he didn't tell the other members but Ji is something else in his life plus his dad just died almost a year ago. I kinda understand your point and your theory about ji's depression cus his disease is a fact told by him, but speculate everything is all about ksoo fault its fck toxic. Depression is not something you experienced from one day to another and can be caused by so many accumulated reasons that took years and years to understand and ksoo must know that tho do u think he's that cruel and go to the army without a reason knowing Ji could be really sad about it? Kai must know that before anyone else so he could have time for processing and plans to do tgt but is normal still be fck sad after ksoo left and having therapy is a completely smart thing to do, that doesn't mean they had a huge fight

First of all, all what I said is not my perception, not my opinion, it's what I've been told from everyone: from K-EXOL, to our sources to the insiders who know SM staff or worked in SM and from Exo themselves told about this issue. And guess what? They know better than you. They're closer to him than you would ever be.

Sorry if it can't fit your narratives and feed up your fantasies.

Kadi just like any other couple aren't perfect they have their ups and downs and they certainly have their own flaws. Calling a relationship toxic just by one argument is wrong of you. This is not wonderland I think you should go seek medical help if you think like this.

You're the one calling them Toxic for not having a communication not me!

Ask your parents, I don't think they've never fought in a relationship of 2 decades at least.

I don't know if I'm allowed to share this info, but fuck it, I hate when dumb people who think they know their faves start calling us liars.

Kadi in 2022 in March exactly, they were on a massive fight and had a break again and they even went to Couple Counseling and the old Fans of this Tumblr from the Instagram group know this already. I've seen kadi's name on their Couple Counselor's Chart with their names and IDs, it was a bad thing from that Counselling company as they sold the Info to Sasaengs easily, K-ExoL, when they saw Ji and Ksoo going there frequently alone separately were curious why were they attending couple counseling sessions? Do they have issues with each other or with someone else they know ? And hence they followed them dug into the subject and discovered this and unfortunately the info was leaked. Remember when Ksoo went to Hawaii alone? Well it was during that period of time they were on a break.

Couples fight dear. It's normal ! And most of the couple fights occur because of LACK OF COMMUNICATION.

So yeah ! Expecting a couple in a relationship of 14 years won't have any miscommunication or a fight is so dumb of you. We don't live in Wonderland ! This is life! Have you ever been in a relationship have you watched BLs and Couples movies haven't you seen couples hurting each other and crying and breaking up despite being in love??

, t

So same for Kadi, they can hurt each other, misunderstand each other, Do things to each other, TAKE DECISIONS WITHOUT DISCUSSING IT WITH E/O! Take decisions in a moment of anger ! It's normal it happens and this is what Ksoo did and unfortunately it's true and it was a no-going-back issue becos that's with the government it's military application. He himself regretted it later because he missed many good Movie offers and opportunities at that time, even his managers and SM's production team told him he messed up he acted in a moment of anger at that time, and going on hiatus due to military in the Epitome of his career is a very bad move and he was told that by Veterans and his friends in the industry and he admitted it to movie producers and Management teams in SM, and.it was a famous discussed subject. No idol wants to go on military hiatus when they're on the epitome of their career, but instead until they settle things down first then they go. Because Many idols and actors get a little forgotten and may lose their popularity after military due to the hiatus and some DON'T! which is why you see Baekhyun and all idols always anxious telling their fans "Please don't forget us! Promise you'll be here when I'm back! It won't take a longtime! I'll be back before you know it!" " think of me all the time when I'm absent" and Baekhyun was smart enough and was the very first idol to have filmed Content for his fans to be outed every month it was so smart fans didn't even get to forget him.

So moral of the story: Kadi aren't perfect. And you should know Honey that YOU DON'T KNOW KSOO !! The idea you have on him is not 100% what he really is like! Y'all tend to glorify and shape idols in a perfect mold and put them on a pedestal as Sacred people who don't sin or Do wrong. Honey 😂 your Ksoo Oops isn't a Saint! He makes mistakes!! Remember you're just a fan! You don't know him personally to keep saying he can't do such things and that it's not his character 🤣 blah blah blah who are you? His mother?

Listen I'm just really tired of explaining everything to dumb people here. I don't care anymore, I say the info I have which I didn't create myself, I just report what I've been told and confirmed with Evidence, believe what you want if you don't wanna believe, leave it and leave.

Don't come up here and force your opinion on me, because we're not here discussing opinions, I'm giving you an info most of the time "A FACT" means something that actually happened and was proven to me, so I'm not here discussing it with you wether it happened or not and what you think about it, I don't care what you think , the thing happened years ago and that's on Period. I'm not gonna go back in time to discuss with you how it should have happened.

#kaisoo #kadi #kaisoo love #love #dika #kaisoo love story #jongin #kai #kyungsoo #D.O #kadi are a normal couple they can fight and break up

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I just need platonic hcs for the dorm leaders walking in on the first years doing shit like this

Note// These kinds of activities similar to that video are not meant to be encouraged btw---

*Twitches eyes*

What the bloody hxll-

Instead of doing homework- you're killing time with these kinds of games???

Off with your heads- I mean, to the penalty room...;;; (and no Ace, you're not going to have dessert today. )

After a lot of convincing, Riddle eventually hesitated until he just walked away- letting Trey take in charge in watching over the "kids" just because he needs alone time to 'reflect';;;

He be just blinking before not minding 0 craps about it.

He'll be just sleeping to play dead, no one wake him up of anyone gets stabbed in the process- it's not his problem/ih

He is technically dumping all his duties to Ruggie for the nth time--

Sniffs sniffs.... Did you say money???

I think Azul just got a capitalist moment once seeing that kind of ✨️money✨️ game-

I swear, what have they done--- now he is putting them into a chokehold and making similar different kinds of games against their will/ih

You are one step closer for convincing his lounge to become an even dangerous casino Ig/j

Would join the fun out of curiousity- but also a bit scared of where the knife is pointing----

"What culture does this game come from?" :0c

Internet, Sunshine./ih

Jamil later on catches him before dragging him away from the moving knife djfnfbbf freaking gives the first years a scolding and an earful---

Confiscates the money, gatekeeps the cleaner, and takes the knife away and Hands it to Rook (for the first years horror---)/ih

"Out of my campus- I don't want these brainwashed games in my lawn. Do it somewhere else."

"I'm not responsible for any of you besides Epel- He must never ruin his face with unwanted cuts."

"Vil-san, not now...."💀/ih

He would never dare to step a single grass.... nor even that group. Ever/ih

He's always encountered as a floating tablet, but I swear if they also put his brother Ortho into it, he will sure sent them to hell/ih

This group is too extrovert for his liking,,, can't even handle this kind of chaotic energy-

ah? Hey! His behavior at competitive modes in games are a different story!!! Leave him alone <//3 /ih

Joins in without questioning. He's curious about these kinds of questionable human games....(which are not even normal unfortunately---)

He won't snitch on them if Prefect wants to...- (Malleus, pleaseeee;;; 😭)

#twst #disney twst #twst dorm leaders #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst writing

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ooh what was the actual relationship between slash and star flower like in your rewrite? i'm curious

So I still have some drafting to do with them both, but:

First off; One-Eye and Slash are kittenhood friends. One-Eye was just a little bit older than Slash and the two were like brother and sister

So when One-Eye came around with his little daughter StarFlower (who most likely had a different name at the time), Slash instantly became attached to her

They're like godmother/aunt and niece

Also, since Bumble and StarFlower are sisters (Bumble is the little sister), Slash was eventually introduced to Bumble later down the line and became attached as well. But he never saw Bumble much on account of her being a Kittypet

Slash heard from time to time about some new forest/moor cats, and that Bumble slowly became closer to one of them specifically

Then, news came of Bumble going missing, and Slash set her glare towards Tom, suspecting him of being apart of this

Bumble's starved corpse was found, bloodied and beaten

Slash learned of this when One-Eye and StarFlower came to Slash and his group, One-Eye asking his old friend for support through his "army" and Slash agrees

During the preparation, Slash is there to comfort StarFlower a bit. But his way of encouraging isn't really the best and he unintentionally tries to have StarFlower take instant action

StarFlower is a mentally strong cat, but she just lost her sister and she needs some time. Slash doesn't understand this

Slash cared about StarFlower, he really did

The reason the story version claims that Slash was promised by One-Eye that StarFlower would become his mate was because… -drumroll-:

ClearSky had told everybody this!

I have a brainstorming idea that the reason ClearSky thought this was because of some mishearing

I don't know how I'd approach this part but I have an idea:

Slash calls everybody "Mate", friends, family, anyone

However, because ClearSky doesn't know about what "Mate" actually means in slang terms, he came to the bonkers conclusion that Slash was promised by One-Eye that StarFlower and him would become "mates"

This ties into an idea I want to approach in DotC where many cats don't understand the culture of the cats before them

That they believe that anything they don't know must have a negative connotation, leading to the twisting of history and the demonization of those who were there before them

So in this case: ClearSky doesn't understand the cultural slang that Slash is using, and equates it to something that he himself thinks it might be linked to, which is usually something negative

But I digress: Basically, Slash and StarFlower used to have a close relationship with each other. But due to the death of Bumble and the eventual death of One-Eye at the hands of The Settlers, it caused a strain between the two. I want the outcome of their arc together being the damage that The Settlers caused to many families and friends, tearing them apart through their conflict.

In this rewrite, they are NOT MATES nor did One-Eye promise to make StarFlower Slash's mate. That is kept in, but it is kept into the story that the Clans would later go on to tell, a completely mangled and twisted version of the truth Of course, I still need some rough drafting to do with them and right now I'm really occupied with 100 other things, but hopefully I can find time in between to work on them more. Maybe even some suggestions (Which I'm open to completely)

#blimbo rambles #ask #wc #wc rewrite #I kind of dodged the question a bit whoops #Need some time and energy to go more in depth with their relationship towards each other #my dotc rewrite is really turning into ''THESE CATS ARE COLONIZERS. DO NOT SYMPATHIZE WITH THEM COME ON''#about the clan cats

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Hello, hello I'm here for the savanclaw boys! I love the ask about Malleus courting Yuu so may I have the same for Leona/Ruggie/Jack ? I'm curious if the beastmen have specific coutship ritual like the fae ? I like your work please sleep a lot and drink water okay? 😉

So... I did some research for this just to throw 99, 9% of it out of the window because 1) then we would be talking about a NSFW post and 2) no, just no. So, this is more “yeah in connection with the Self-aware au this could happen” and less with real facts.

Now I want to do Lilia, Sebek and Silver so badly...

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationship, toxic relationship, stalking, manipulation, imprisonment

Leona Kingscholar/Ruggie Bucchi/Jack Howl-Him courting you

Let's make something clear: this lion has never cared about anyone until he felt your gaze upon him for the first time

After that there isn't much action from his side

I mean, what is he supposed to do?

You are literally worlds apart

Does that mean that he gives up on you

You wish (no really, you wish)

Leona is constantly trying to make sure that he would be the perfect partner for you if the situation arose

The closer he gets to being done with his preparations the more he wants to meet you

So when you finally arrive in his world he is, surprisingly, nervous

He isn't like the fae

He knows that there are certain boundaries which should not be crossed unless he wishes to frighten you

But he isn't able to act normal like he wish he could

How would he ever be able to do that??!

You are such a great person who listened to him and understood his pain after all!

So when you stumble upon him in the greenhouse one day he is suddenly saying that you “look tired” and “should rest more”

This leads to him being your very own cushion whilst you are confused by the situation

The Leona Kingscholar was rougher in your memories so what is going on??!

This continues over other various meetings but once you try to deny his advances the mood gets suddenly very dark

Leona will hold on to your wrists whilst pressing out between his teeth that he just has your wellbeing in mind

What a nice person, right?

How could you say no after that?

Leona will step more and more into your bubble

Before you know it the two of you are doing regular naps on the couch

During holidays he will take you back to Sunset Savannah just to show you where he grew up

Which ends with you not being able to leave

He just gets so weird whenever you mention returning to school

Always clinging to you, refusing to let go

But oh well, he might not be the favorite royal of the country but you are more than welcome there

So as long as you don't mind living in a hot, golden cage this could be your favourable lifestyle

This one dreams of you since he was very young

It started out with innocent things

Mainly him admiring someone like you, admired by everyone, seeing everyone as equal and treating them as such

It got worse over time

The slums are a place where you are praised to high heaven so don't expect a single person there to think negative about you there

So what happens when you let someone like him meet people who have even more extreme views on you?

Right! He sinks even deeper into that admiration towards you

He just wants to be close to you

So when he sees you live and in color for the first time he is speechless

Don't expect that during your second meeting though

He will be complimenting you until he can't anymore

Anyone wants to intrude?

He is using his special magic to make sure they won't approach you again

Did I mention the many times you two are together and he insisted on paying?

Taking care of the partner is him just showing that he is interested so don't be surprised

So, what happens next?

He babysits you

Ok, not really babysitting but he takes care of everything

Need to wash your clothes? They are already washed, dried and ironed before you can even think about doing them

The used parts of the dorm is getting dusty? The floor is now vacuumed, moped and waxed

How he finds time for you in his already full schedule is not only a miracle for you (he has two bodies or what??!)

He will get you to Sunset Savannah no matter what

He just wants you to meet the family nothing more

Yeah hyena, keep those puppy eyes to yourself. We both know you want to pressure them to stay with you forever by adding pressure from your family

His method isn't imprisoning you

Oh no it's way more messed up

He puts those little thoughts into your head that tell you that that one grandma in the slums would be heartbroken if you left him

Wait... since when were you two a pair?

Oh you don't know yourself?

The line between a healthy and messed up relationship is already so blurry that you can't differentiate between the two

But your partner is so attentive! Just keep all your attention on him and you can live in this warm dream forever

Another one that has learned about you since he was young

Now, Jack is a bit different

He did grow up in the shaft lands after all

Unlike Ruggie the obsession didn't grow from small to big but was always 100%

Don't get me wrong, he didn't think about getting into a relationship with you whilst being a child

It was more like he was seeing you as that nice neighbor child which changed to classmate which walk together to school and then to love interest (metaphorical speaking)

The beastmen which have wolf traits also share the trait of caring with hyenas

A little different though as you are about to learn

So, Jacks obsession turns darker and darker, you start to play the game, you enter their world

The downfall of your freedom in a nutshell

So once you are in his world things start off already extreme enough

Why is Jack always around you??!

You know him from playing the game but why the heck is he standing in Rhamshackles garden whilst starting at you??!

Expect him to buy your food at the cafeteria

Oh no, not the cheap one, that expensive stuff over there is on your tablet now

Unlike with Ruggie you won't become completely useless because someone already did everything for you

He let's you have some freedom (keyword: some)

He is always there, somewhere close to you

For him it's just protecting you

For you it's simply being stalked

So, being with him is already bad enough, right?

Well wrong

Once he gets his hands on you and is able to get you out of school without anyone noticing your new home is a small wooden hut

The door is of course locked and there are iron bars outside on the window

Why can't you understand?

He is just protecting you from the outside world!

Say goodbye to everyone except him which you once knew and embrace your new role as the stay-at-home partner

You are such a perfect being so of course people will try to hurt you sooner or later

Sadly, he doesn't realize that he is the one hurting you the most

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