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delirious-donna · 10 months

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Atta Girl [Toji Fushiguro]

Toji has a debt to collect and you just happen to be along for the ride as his new partner. He has no need for a partner, not unless you plan on putting that smartass mouth to better use?

pairing: Toji Fushiguro x female reader

warnings: face fucking, mean Toji, light asphyxiation, rough blowjob, light degradation, mentions of blood on clothes, implied violence (not detailed and reader is not harmed in any way), cum swallowing, if this looks familiar it's a touched up version of something I wrote last year!

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You didn’t think you could possibly miss the bickering of earlier, the yells of indignation at your mere presence, but it was far more preferable to the heavy silence of right now. Oppressive and sinister, even your measured breathing sounded deafening to your ears.

Toji Fushiguro regarded you with the dead eyes of a merciless killer, devoid of emotion and not even a smirk present on his scarred lips, it was terrifying.

Of course, you had been unlucky enough to be partnered with the one man famed for being a lone wolf. A man that had grumbled and downright growled at you like an animal whilst you had both sat idling in the car. His chin rested against his broad palm, elbow braced on the sill of the door and he refused to meet your eye, not that you were trying particularly hard.

“Who the fuck said I needed any help? Stupid motherfuckers sending me some shitty piece of ass as backup… the fuck I need backup for?”

You hadn’t known which part to be more offended by; the insinuation that you couldn’t hold your own or the comment about you being a piece of ass. Pointing out that two were better than one had fallen on deaf ears, riling you to the point that insults were hurled like bladed weapons between the two of you.

With the air conditioning cranked to the max in a poor attempt to lower the temperature from your heated exchange, you swept your gaze over the infamous debt collector. Known for never losing a mark, always retrieving the goods and often in the most gruesome of ways, it was impossible to deny that he was hot. You never could hide your feelings and even as fucking pissed as you were at him, it was still been more than evident that you were interested.

Toji was exactly your type, and that was the biggest problem because you had a thing for assholes. The type of man that would only ever call you things like “sweetheart” or “darling” for the sole purpose of avoiding the possibility of uttering the wrong name or worse, forgetting it altogether.

Men that wanted one thing, and it wasn’t like you were some innocent flower, but it’d be nice to be held once in a while after having your cunt split open and your make-up ruined by the steady flow of tears.

A basic white tee stretched taut across his upper torso and it only highlighted how strong Toji was, the cotton did very little to hide the definition of his chest and the cut of his strong abdominals. What might it be like to have the chance to ride those tawny abs? Thick veins ran the length of his forearms, curving over the bulge of his biceps and his hands looked like they could crush a windpipe with little effort.

Why did he have to be so fucking attractive? Why were you thinking with your pussy and not your brain? The man that you had known for all of five minutes had insulted you more times than you could draw breath, yet here you were, wet and horny.

Perhaps this was the reason your judgement lapsed. Too fogged by lust and decadent fantasies to see the ambush, and it had almost cost you your life. A job that had meant to be a cakewalk turned into a shoot out and honestly, it would have been your own fault if the worst had happened.

You were thankful that Toji had been there, that he had even bothered to shield you from the brunt of the attack and struck back with such deadly precision and fervour that you would swear he had otherworldly powers.

A choked thank you caught fast in your throat, wary of how icy his expression was whilst you took in the white tee that was now caked in drying blood and worse. A streak of crimson ran the length of his face and you wondered if he had been hurt and you simply hadn’t noticed in the carnage of the moment.

You reached out to cup his face, an instinct to care for him burning you alive but he caught your wrist before you could touch his cheek. Tough callouses rubbed at your soft skin, the roughened texture a stark contrast and one you enjoyed more than you were willing to admit.

“What the hell are ya playing at?” he yelled, forcing a meek squeak from your mouth as you jerked back from being grabbed and how angry he sounded at you.

“You’re hurt. I was…” your voice trailed away under the scrutiny of his cold, penetrating stare. A vein throbbed in the side of his thick neck and you watched it, unable to maintain eye contact with him. You were wilting faster than a flower caught in a heatwave.

“Where’s your shitty attitude gone, huh? Lost your bark now that I had to save your sorry ass? Told ya I didn’t need a goddamn partner. Nothing but fuckin’ trouble.”

Toji tossed your captured hand back into your lap, ripping down the sun visor to stare at his bloody reflection in the mirror with a heavy frown. You watched him covertly, or so you hoped. It was wrong to continue finding him sexy, especially dripping in blood but it only fed that primitive image you liked so very much. It suited him to look so dangerous and capable of violence at the drop of a hat. It kept you on your toes, never daring to find his presence comforting for fear that would be the moment he finally struck.

“I know ya like whatcha see, princess, keep staring and imma do something ‘bout it,” Toji threatened, fixing his gaze on you through the reflective surface of the mirror.

You squirmed. You blushed. You felt downright stupid. Embarrassment burned in your chest, turned you petulant once more and your sassy tongue returned with a bow.

“Yeah right. Like I’m interested in a slick motherfucker that has no respect for anyone. I’d rather suck on a cactus!”

Toji was a hair’s breadth away from snapping. There you went running that fucking mouth again. The mouth that had done nothing but snark since he had picked you up earlier that morning. It didn’t matter that it was an attractive mouth, plump lips that would look even better kiss swollen and a tongue that he would like to tangle with. None of that mattered when you couldn’t hold your own just like he had predicted.

Venom laced his every movement, acid burning in his veins as he raked your body without a care in the world for masking his action. You were pretty, a firecracker personified and he wanted to show you how he shut up little girls like you.

He had wanted to fuck the brat out of you since the moment he had laid eyes upon you. He was still pissed at being told he had to have a partner on this job but perhaps taking you would be the reward for swallowing that bitter pill.

Having to actively protect someone other than himself, and with no monetary reimbursement on top of it, he was beyond pissed and you’d know about it soon enough.

Toji moved faster than you could possibly comprehend in your tiny mind, a bloodied hand wrapping around the slender column of your throat. Thick fingers squeezed down, your supply of air drastically reduced until you are gasping and choking.

His free hand worked at his belt, never taking his penetrating stare away from your flustered face. Toji smirked in the knowledge that he was indeed correct, you were a slut for this kind of rough treatment. Cheeks warm, eyes glossy and rather than clawing at his hand for freedom, you were clinging to him with a heaving chest. Every inhale a struggle that parted your lips further and further.

“Not so fucking chatty now, are ya? I’ve got an even better idea of how to keep that mouth from spouting venom,” he hissed at you.

Your eyes grew impossibly wide as Toji’s girthy beast of a cock slapped against his abs, shirt pushed up whilst he worked on freeing himself. The tip was a deep angry scarlet, weeping thick pearls of silvery precum. A prominent mushroom head with a ridge that made your mouth salivate and twin stark veins running the length of the underside of his shaft.

He pumped it almost lazily whilst his hold on your throat relaxed, his hand moving to the back of your head and you found that you were inching closer and closer to his pussy ruining dick. The mere thought of that monster forcing your walls apart was enough for a slutty moan to roll past your lips, much to his amusement.

“That’s better. Knew ya were a filthy little thing, now then. Suck it good and I’ll consider fucking ya like you want.”

There was no second given to contemplate his request, not a chance at being able to brace yourself for what was to come. Your lips barely parted in time for his sticky tip to slip past.

Groaning at the heavy, musky taste of his skin and mingling arousal, you lapped at him like an eager little kitten. His grip shifted to trap your hair around his fist, giving an experimental tug that lifted you momentarily and caused you to whine in protest. Toji’s dark laughter rumbled through his chest, pushing you back down and forcing more of his cock between your lips.

Toji let his head fall back for a moment, the relief of your wet and wanton mouth cooling the very worst of his fiery temper. You really were very cute, sucking on his tip like it’s the first cock you’ve ever sucked and he couldn’t help himself from lifting his hips to push further into your mouth.

Your squirming lower half crouched on the passenger seat wiggled from side to side and he knew exactly what was on your mind, but first, you’d have to earn it. There was never a chance of reward without hard work.

Reclining his seat, Toji hummed at the sensation of your tongue exploring and learning his length. Your tongue flattened wide to run up and down his length before switching to a speared point to flick into the weeping slit and lave around the ridge of his cockhead.

You’re good, almost too good. He groans deep in his throat when your cheeks suction further and those wide eyes blink up into his face. You’d be fucking smiling if you could and that only made him grit his teeth in irritation, grinding down on his molars.

“Think you're such a clever cocktease, dontcha? This ain't your first cock but I bet it's the first that'll ruin ya like ya really want.”

With those words, Toji tightened his grip around your hair. His free hand pinched into your cheeks to halt the rhythmic bobbing of your head. Terrified eyes snapped to his face and he only smiles, that cold deadly mask back in place and the stretch of his scarred lips turns your blood icy.

His hips snapped upward, fucking into your mouth and forcing his fat cock deep into your throat to bully past the soft tissue at the back of your mouth. You gag around him, not a hint of oxygen getting past the blockage that is his dick. Air rushes through your nose and for a second you worried he’d pinch it shut, but it doesn't come.

Falling back with a roll of his head along his shoulders, those sinfully dark eyes watched the thick viscous strands of saliva and arousal drip from your mouth with nothing but amusement on his face. There is only a second of reprieve to let you cough and swallow down air desperately before Toji plunged back into you. Spit bubbled at the corners of your lips, drooling slowly towards your chin and he wiped a finger through the mess to press into his mouth with a hum of satisfaction.

His pace was punishing and you knew it would be the same if he were fucking your drooling cunt. Every stroke deepens until your nose is pressed right against his stomach, the muscles contracting wildly and the coarse hairs of his pelvis scratched at your face. He held you there and you clawed at his thick muscular thighs, begging for release but also knowing that he was close to release.

With cock twitching, a groan of pleasure sounded from his chest and the first waves of his sticky cum shot down your abused throat. Toji drew his hips back with a hiss, slapping his sensitive cock atop your pink tongue and painting it white. His bloodied hand pumped his shaft, milking it clean of everything he had whilst you could only blink through heavy tears and try not to swallow it before he finished.

Toji admired the sea of cum upon your tongue, your flushed cheeks and tears sliding down along with ruined mascara. He liked you just like this, preferred you silent with his load in your mouth. Maybe he would keep you, you’d be a real treat to break completely.

“Atta girl, swallow it all and c’mere. I’ve got plans for you…”

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ragingbookdragon · 1 year

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A Saving Grace

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language, Violence

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Ever since she had arrived, there had been no complaints from her, even spending so much time around a group of men. Any time someone had asked something of her, it was a quick “Yes sir, I’ll get it done.” With no issue in her tone, and she did, in fact, get it all done with a degree one could only call perfection.

No one seemed to understand her though. She walked with an air of grace, a sun-bright smile lighting up her face, enthusiasm in her voice when she spoke. She kept everyone on the edge of their seats when she talked to them, attention rapt as if they looked away, they’d miss the world. And she was kind. Oh, so kind, and they knew when she played with the young children in the village, helped the elder women carry their laundry and baskets of food. The smile never left her face, the joy never left her voice, the grace never left her soul.

An Angel, they decided she was. The group’s mascot, a beautiful Angel with deadly precision and skill.

Quite a contrast from her call-sign she’d come in with.

Whore.

Their mouths had dropped, eyes wide, disbelief written across their faces, what type of person, let alone a beautiful woman such as herself, would allow anyone to call her Whore. She hadn’t told them. Just that it was what she chose.

Despite going through the SEAL program, she had no real-world combat experience, only the training she’d received at SEAL boot-camp. Simon was inclined to not bring her along, but she insisted.

I won’t get in the way. I’ll provide backup and follow your lead, Lieutenant.

The compound erupted into chaos whenever the alarm sounded, and Simon had cursed their luck as bullets whizzed by. He shouted orders through the comms, go left, go right, stay center, open fire, suppressing fire.

She’d gone left, into a double open ended steel container that had been converted into a lookout. The shock from the carbine caused an ache in her shoulder but she paid it no mind, taking out enemies where she could see them, one even getting too close into Ghost’s blindside. He dropped five feet from the Lieutenant and the man’s head cocked up towards her, and even at this distance, she could see his eyes widen in what she registered as shock. He’d only ever called her by her rank, Ensign. Never regarded her with the term she gave herself. Call him a gentleman, but he knew better than to say something like that, even if it was her call-sign.

Whore! Left!

She turned too late; the carbine knocked from her grip by the man who had at least two heads on her. Her hands went to her sidearm but his were already winding around her throat, lifting her against the metal of the container, a choking gasp escaping what little room was left before all air cut off. The man’s eyes were wild, nothing there, but she saw herself in their reflection, a cornered and caged animal who’s only chance was fight. Rage welled inside her, not fear, only the red-hot, iron rage bubbled through the adrenaline, and she let her arms go slack, no longer digging her fingers into his hands, she gripped the K-Bar in its sheath, yanked it and sunk it into his neck. Those eyes went wide, the craziness of them disappearing in favor of shock before they hazed, and they both dropped.

Her lungs burned, eyes watering as she sucked in air, careful to avoid too much in the situation she needed to not be lightheaded. A noise came from the side, and she pulled her Eagle from its holster, pointing it towards the boot scuff and her eyes met Ghost’s.

Can you move?

Yes sir.

Scrambling, she grabbed her rifle, and nodded.

Ready.

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She sat on the bench, scratching at the sheet of paper, filling out the report that some of the squad had left behind, a promise to do it another time. A gentle clinking sounded next to her, and she looked over, watching as Ghost sat beside her, a glass in front of him, a bottle of Kentucky between them.

“Pour us a round, yeah?” he murmured, and she obliged, pouring each of them a decent amount; he watched as she picked her glass up first, taking a big sip but not swallowing for a few moments. His eyes met the darkened bruises on her neck. “Feel alright after today’s injuries?”

She swallowed and set the glass down. “Fine. Sergeant Mac—Uh, Soap, gave me some pain cream for them.” A small smile crossed her lips. “I had some in my pack, but I think he was trying to be kind and extend a branch, so who am I to turn it away.”

“Yeah, Soap’s good like that. Hard head, good heart.”

Her smile only grew wider, but it fell as she glanced up as he folded the balaclava above the bridge of his nose and took a sip of his bourbon. Ghost had a scar that started from the edge of his ear down to his lip, almost like someone had scratched him and torn his upper lip in two. The healing was mangled, something she recognized as self-stitching scars.

“Believe it or not, I got this from a cougar.”

She blinked, shock etching her features that turned into confusion then to thought and she quipped, “That’s why they say not to tease older women.”

For the first time since she’d met the Lieutenant, he snorted, a smile etching his features as he muttered, “Good one.”

“Where did it happen?”

“Took a trip to Brazil one day. My luck I ran into one in the wild.”

“Uh huh. Kinda surprised you survived that one.”

“I’m a hard man to kill.”

They fell into an easy silence, both sipping their liquors and she glanced down at the report she had been writing. “Everyone wants to know why, y’know.” She felt his eyes on her. “Why my call-sign is ‘Whore.’ No one knows me here, though I didn’t really expect a bunch of hardened soldiers to know the most prominent models of the times.”

Ghost watched her take her phone out, tap the screen a few times before she laid it down in front of him, allowing him to look over; what he saw surprised him.

Two Time Grand Winner of Miss Universe and Miss Earth Ditches Crown for a Uniform and Rifle As She Enlists In USN!

He took the device, scrolling down the article.

Winner and Model (Y/N) (L/N) (28) tossed her crown and dress aside for a uniform and rank earlier this year as she seemingly dropped from the existence in the runways and stages in May of last year. Little comment has been given from her family, though her tough and endearing, multi-billionaire father (F/N) (L/N) has stated this was not a plan she thought well through. When asked for a comment, a representative from the United States Navy declined, saying that Miss (Y/N) was a part of a greater force and her whereabouts would not be disclosed for her and team’s safety. So far, no one has managed to find where she is but perhaps one day, she’ll return to the spotlight and reclaim her crowns.

Ghost handed her back the phone, and now everything about her, her speech, her mannerisms, the way she carried herself, all made sense. They’d been interacting with a woman who’d grown up in the spotlight ever since she could walk.

No emotion came from her face as she spoke.

“When I was at SEAL training, one of the instructors kind of…took me under his wing. He eventually told me that his wife was a fan of the pageants and knew who I was when he’d mentioned me. Though she knew I couldn’t be coddled, she did ask for him to watch out for me.” She simply gazed at the table. “The others didn’t appreciate the small kindness his gave me at times, simple words of encouragement or a pat on the back. They nicknamed me the ‘The Captain’s Whore.’ I heard it from them, under their breaths as I walked by. But I paid it no mind. I’ve been called far worse from people I loved.”

She stood from the bench and poured herself a hefty amount of the Kentucky into her glass before walking towards one of the windows. “When we graduated, they asked us for call-signs. What did we want to be recognized as?” He saw a smile come across her face, a proud one. “Three guesses on what emotion they all felt when I chose ‘Whore’ as mine.”

Ghost watched her. “Why did you?”

“So they’d have to say it to my face and not behind me back,” she answered, matter-of-factly. “As damning of a word as that can be, I took it from them. I took the power they had in that word, and I made it mine. They’d have to call me something they thought would hurt me, but I saw it in their eyes every time they said it, that I had come out on top. And I did. I was the best in my class. I suspect that’s why Captain Price commissioned me for the 141.”

She turned, a sardonic almost pitied look in her eyes, and Ghost saw the drunken haze starting to crawl into them. “Ironically, I’ve never even had sex with anyone.” Downing the glass in one swig she set it on the windowsill and turned to stare out at the night, watching the few soldiers still outside moving equipment around. “I wasn’t scared today. This was my first real firefight, but I wasn’t scared. Not even when the enemy had me by the throat. I wasn’t afraid. I was angry. Enraged. There was no fear, only intense hatred, and belligerent rage.”

Her breathing calmed. “I should be horrified at myself. I killed people today. I took the lives of men and women who were husbands and wives, who had children and spouses, mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, aunts and uncles and cousins, and yet, I don’t feel sadness or regret. I did my job, I took out enemies who were trying to kill myself and my squad-mates. I fought to protect people I cared for. But no matter how righteous my actions were or for what saving grace they were, I should be in tears, and yet…I have none left.”

Ghost saw the reflection of her face in the glass, saw the same dead-eyed yet so filled with pain expression he saw when he looked at himself sometimes.

“He beat all of them out of me years ago,” she simply added, and said no more, silently picking up the glass and setting it back next to his. “I’ll take my leave for this evening, if that’s alright with you, Lieutenant.”

“Simon,” he murmured, and she met his gaze. “Call me Simon.” He stood from the table, gathering both glasses and the bottle in one hand and she had to crane her neck a little to meet his gaze. “And from now on, you’re call-sign is going to change. I’m not calling you something you’re not.”

“You can’t just change my call-sign, sir. That’s not how that works.” He paid it no mind but only stopped when heard, “Oh fine, what are you going to change my call-sign to?”

“Seraph. The highest of them all.”

“Wait, like the angels?” he nodded. “…Why?”

Simon glanced back at her and selfishly blamed the liquor loosening his lips as he murmured, “You. You’re a beautiful and fiercely protective woman with a burning devotion. Can’t think of a better fitting name than Seraph.”

Something flickered in her expression, an ache, a deep, deep ache he knew so well, and she simply dropped her gaze to the floor. “Thank you, Simon.”

“Get some rest, Ensign, we’ve a big day tomorrow.”

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cupidop · 1 year

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You are mine.

Muzan Kibutsuji KNY

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TW: muzanxfemreader, vaginal teasing, pet names, oral mentioned, teasing, sorta nsfw? (I'm still new to this, I do appreciate tips)

| It takes place in The Entertainment District Arc. You are one of the entertainers, and as you make it home after a long shift, a man greets you on your balcony|

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You heavily sigh as you are packing up your things, a few men pass you. "I've seen your performance, the Tokito house is lucky to have you." A man complimented you. "Why don't you come back to my place, I'm sure your pretty tired, I can surely relax you." Another asked. "Thank you gentlemen, I'm flattered, really, but I have a boyfriend and I'm not ready to give this job up." You smile. They'd frown and continue their walk. You hop off of where you perform and make your way to the house, but your shoulder brushes up against someone. A tall man with black curly hair. He seems to be wearing a suit with a fedora on. You quickly turn around to see no one there. "I thought-..I must be really tired." You continue your path. As a performer, you lived with other ladies, and the owner is in charge of all of your performances and what goes on in the house. The Oiran is like the queen of the house. You level up in the house depending on how refined your skills were. Koinatsu was your oiran. She was a kind person. As your all greeted by the ladies and you head in your room, you sit with a loud exhale. Your feet hurt. You sit infront a small mirror wiping makeup off, your true beauty reveals itself. The pins in your hair are taken out, and you change into something more comfy. It was hot outside, so clothing that was thin was perfect. You wrap around a yukata around your shaped body, the silk felt like heaven on your dainty skin.

"My, my, I never knew how elegant you are, even when you are just changing." A voice lingers into your room. The lights outside have disappeared, but your room was still bright. Your head turn to your balcony doors, they were open, and a man stands there. His tap tipped over his eyes, it was the same man your accidentally bumped into. You quickly stand up. "You cannot be here! Leave at once." You demand. "How rude, speaking to someone who has great power like that." His hat tips up revealing his face. He was pale with crimson eyes. You couldn't help but blush from the sight. He stepped closer and you step back. "Your ways of making men slobber over you really makes me aroused." His voice was deep, but formal. You quickly grab a pin from your dresser, holding it up as if it was a knife. The man frowned, he was gone in the blink of an eye and right in front of you gripping your wrist that held the pin. His eyes gazed into yours with a terrifying expression. "My dear, I don't think you know who I am, my name is Muzan Kibutsuji, the demon king." He'd growl. Your eyes widened in realization. You were only warned by your boyfriend about him. He is a deadly man who has killed thousands, no, millions of lives. You start to shake, this was it for you. "Look at you so helpless like a little animal who was finally caught by its predator." An evil smirk planted on his face. "It makes me feral." As he spoke, you couldn't help but form tears in your eyes, you wanted to break down on the floor.

A hand cups your cheek, but before you could react, his other hand pushes you to the ground, making him pin you. A small whimper leaves your mouth with a gasp, but you weren't the only one surprised. Muzan's breathing became slightly heavy, it seems you were turning him on. As his hand, that cups your cheek, travels down to your inner thigh. You slam your thrighs together, but something stops them. His thigh was between yours. "No no, my little bunny." He'd chuckle. His thigh caresses against yours, as his knee moves up to the main part of your panties. "Please, get off of me!" You beg. Muzan's eyes narrows at yours. His head leans in towards your ear as he whispers, "I don't think I will." His knee shuffles closer to your cunt, as it brushes up against your panties. A small squeak leaves your mouth. His head lifts and his lips gets closer to yours. You could feel his hot breath, it was, irresistible. His mouth passionately plants onto yours, yours eyes get bigger by the moment, but then more relaxed until they closed. He was such a good kisser, you feel your body sucumb to him. You knew it was wrong but you didn't want to stop.

His tounge slips into your mouth, a light moan from you rests on his lips. His knee backs away and his fingers taps the base of your panties. You can feel your cunt start to become wet. As he's fiercely kissing you, a finger slips into the panties, now touching your clit. You'd gasp as a arm wraps around his back. "Hush sweet doll, your friends will hear us." He'd moan into your mouth. Hearing your delightful whimpers makes him want you even more. As he rubs around your bud, the hand starts to slip the panty off, then makes it way back to your drenched cunt. His fingers dance around your vulva, before his lips leave yours, a trail of saliva connects to your mouth.

NOTE - Hello thank you for reading all of it, I am sorta new to this thing, I love to write/type books, even the silly parts 🤭. Anyways, I took great inspiration from someone named muzansfangs, YOU SHOULD TOTALLY GO CHECK THEM OUT! I'm thinking of making a part two if maybe enough people recognize it?? (ART ISN'T MINE) ☆⌒(＞。≪)

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dairy-farmer · 5 months

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Ooooooh Had A Thought >.>

Remember the Justice Lords? There are legit "Evil Who Think They Are Heros Just Doing What Must Be Done(tm)" versions of our beloved Bats. And? Depending on the timeline? Their Reign of terror/Authoritarian takeover? May have started amping up around that time Jason supposedly "pushed" somebody of a building.

Batman may have just... been okay with that. Never lost Jason.

But! Imagine if in this universe he was a BIT more paranoid. Made sure Dick didn't use his family's signature move. Nothing to connect the two. A secret kept secret.

Tim follows for a while but... well... things start getting... DANGEROUS.

No longer the Batman he was supposed to be. Tim stops. Batman has broken his heart. Robin, how could you? Etc.

The Bats go full Dark Timeline. No ones having fun. They try to "Bring Justice, Bring ORDER" to other worlds. Like they did their's.

Get a face full of Absolutely The Fuck Not with a side of Get Out Of Our Reality from the normal JLA. And?? Whoms't is that? There is an extra, BRILLIANT, Robin. Vicious and deadly. Brutal in a fight.

They don't have one.

Why do they not have one? Their realities should be nearly identical. This makes no...

Their Bruce grapples, they are being forced back. They have seconds. There! A lucky grab. Cowl ripped back.

Timothy Drake? They lose footing. Sucked back towards their own reality. The Kryptonian clone preventing them from taking Drake with them. And then it's over.

The others are raging. Cursing and stomping like children. But all they can think is... he? Was RIGHT NEXT DOOR.

And imagine it. You like in a tyranny. The newscasters hide fear behind frozen smiles. God like men and women overthrew everything, kill as they please and change the rules to suit them. It's IMPERATIVE no one suspects you EVER have been anything less then enthusiastically supportive. People disappear for less.

The world went mad before you were ever old enough to do anything about it.

And suddenly? Your creepy, reclusive neighbors, with too much power, somehow connected to The Powers That Be, are acting like they KNOW you. Not your family. YOU.

Acting really, REALLY friendly. Want to Be your friiiiend.

Showing up everywhere.

Your parents trips are suddenly being green lit. But there is an under tone of "don't come back". They are afraid. You are afraid.

Ha ha! Don't WORRY, says your neighbor, he'll look out for you!

You've never spoken.

His hand feels possesive on your shoulder. His children LOOM. Smiling and smiling all around you like beautiful sharks.

You don't understand.

It's like they all share a secret about you that you don't know. They keep poking and prodding, trying to get more and more of you. LEARN more and more about you.

And the lingering touches. So many lingering touches. You're so tense, so tired, you could shake to pieces.

There hasn't been an Ivy attack in YEARS, not since she was...

Yet somehow the buildings hit. JUST your rooms. You're not stupid. Can't breathe. Too hot! Their faces cooing masks of "concern". Oh noooo. They say. How could this HAPPEN? They hum.

Hands already patting and stroking. Scooping you up. And? Tim is not DUMB.

He squirms. Tries to hold on to coherent thought. But it's pointless. He's outnumbered.

And they aren't ANIMALS, they'd protest. They are so very, very sweet. So gentle. So loving. Help their Timmy finally relax and feel so, so good. Hands that guide him up and down. That hold him still while others move. Skin to kiss, a clever little mouth, ready to devour.

So warm. They are OBSESSED.

Just? Imagine getting turned into the Emotional Support Fuck Robin for the Evil Bit Think They're Heroes BatFam all because your ALTERNATE self was a bamf.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i can just imagine the GuILT that would hit tim and the other universe when they look into the invading universe to both keep tabs and to make sure they can't come back because dealing with hostile universes is more of 'keep an eye on it' sort of situation. of course its not long before they find out what's happening.

no one but tim had seen the...oddness in the other bats' behavior towards him. tim notes it in his report about how he was unmasked by the other dick moments before they were forcibly sucked into their world and something about the intent look that had been shot at him...unnerved tim. having someone like dick grayson lock on you with that sort of intensity is never a good thing.

so tim is...worried. something in hus gut just turned at the lock the other dick grayson had given him. it wasn't hostile. not like how the other bats had been to their own counterparts. the other bats had been whopping them good. it wasn't until him, cass, steph, and barbara were called in that many of the plans the other bats set up dissolved. but unlike the others there hadn't been such a...lingering sense. the other batman had perked up and drifted their eyes to him when they learned that it had been tim's plan that resulted in the rescue of the other bats. there was something...appraising in that look but also something...hungry. like a starving, half-rabid coyote stumbling across an injured bunny.

it turned tim's stomach and so when the report of the other world comes in tim can't hold back the visceral reaction of what they were doing to their tim. their tim who had nothing to do with bats and who had lived a perfectly normal life with his parents until that bruce sent them away and threatened them with torture and death if they ever returned.

tim can't help him.

THEY. the justice league of his world can't help them. opening portals to other worlds blurs their lines, makes it easier for the influence of one to enter another. the monitoring is just so they can keep an eye on it which they construct whatever barriers they need to to keep their universe separate.

the justice league doesn't like going in to other universes and "saving" or liberating it. its too much of a gray area because then what's to stop them from going into EVERY universe that they find distasteful and doing the same? no. best to keep their noses to their own grindstone and let the universes of others be no matter how torturous it might be.

and so now tim is stuck...watching. and thinking about his cowl being pulled off his face in those final moments while starving eyes dug into him.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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zoobus · 21 days

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Not a lot of boy centered otome mobile games out there in English, which means recommendations are usually bad because within that limited pool, none of them are actually alike beyond being a probable attraction to men. Here's what I played in the desperate hope of fulfilling the same hole Obey Me did for me.

Love and Deepspace: the new girl on the block. Allegedly breaking ground by being for girls and you beat up aliens. Extremely well made, tons of money poured into it, boring. Lots of reviews in that "I'm giving it 5 stars because I want to prove women are worth this kind of investment and/or are interested in action dating sims!" vein.

If I'm honest, I've realized no brown skinned dateables = no interest, so there was no chance I would care about this game. I tried though!

Twisted Wonderland: Despite how often I heard "if you liked OM, you should play Twisted Wonderland," the two aren't alike beyond surface level. It's an all right time passer, especially the vignettes. I have more fun mentally comparing them than anything - I could probably write a whole post about how despite similar premises, they're clearly not even after the same demographic, plus all the things each excel at, PLUS all the things I wish OM had copied. Why the hell does the Disney property understand the importance of deranged anime boy diversity, but the fucking 7 deadly sin dating simulator does not?

I also enjoyed watching my character tier-list change in real time. It starts off like I think these guys are the hottest, so I'll probably like them the most (Leona, Jamil, Malleus, Professor Male!Cruella) -> Okay, seeing this guy in action made me realize how cute he is (Azul) -> hahaha holy shit, this guy rocks (Rook, Azul, Jade) -> Your good looks will not save you from dropping tiers after that stupid story (Leona) ->...but a horny-coded vignette might (Leona and Vil)

Also, the story is kind of terrible, so I've been ignoring it. "What if we gave all of our hot guys tragic backstories that contradict the premise of the game (Disney villains won in this universe and are idolized for their actions) and were just kind of. Needlessly pathetic. In an embarrassing way."

Lovebrush Chronicles: Tried to care. Could not. Sorry.

Nu Carnivale: Love how it jumps straight into you getting a blowjob from demons but the second they pulled that card based battle system out, I was done. I'm sorry, I can't do this.

What in Hell is Bad: I'm not done with this. I will try again. But I am truly baffled by their battle system. No idea what was happening or how I won. Also, the one sex scene I read was cringe and bad.

Mystic Messenger: I saw my own review for the game timestamped to 2016 and withered up. I did love it though.

#ikemen game #gacha #It's honestly weird how consisted TW has been with their awful conclusions.#When Leona's like 'being the second prince who can never be king is just like my personal sycophant's experience as a starving pauper'#and he's dead serious #can't make myself finish chapter 4 I don't want to see how they tarnish my king Jamil

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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GOD

Just finish reading the Rindou request u made and is just 😙🤌🏻 *chef kiss* perfect, I really like the way you write cuz you actuality do a really good story before the smut and it's not too much and not too little, the perfect amount not to make it tiring to read.

So, I was wandering if I can request a Bonten! Sanzu or Ran with a reader who is a killer, like, she is trained to kill and someone hired her to kill someone from bonten or even some of the boys.

Fell free to change my request as you pleased 🥰

Lover, Hunter or enemy ?

Warning : 18+, Minors DNI. There's smut, dirty talk, high fucking sexual tension, mention of blood, murder.

Synopsis : the nemesis, him and you have always been like cat and mouse, always at each other's throats. Until he had enough...

Wc : around 8k

The place was beautifully breathtaking. Tiered crystal chandeliers glittering in the soft light, lightening the large ballroom. Crown molding on the high walls, as well as invisible crowns on many of the rich guests heads, the room reeked of aristocracy and hypocrisy.

Standing on one of the curved observation balconies, towering over the dancing men in expensive suits and women in ravishing dresses, the three Bonten executives complained about being there, a ball thrown by one of the dirtiest men Japan had known, who happened to be a Bonten partner. Yet Ran's attention was not exactly focused on what Kakucho and Rindou were saying, instead they were eyeing...

The one true spark of honesty in that entire ballroom...

Honesty never was tied to innocence, through your honest gaze burnt the true, honest intent of murdering him, it had nothing innocent.

At least you were not trying to hide it... and that drew a sadistic grin on Ran Haitani's face.

-" Seriously you two get a room. " Rindou's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and out of his contemplation as well. He smirked at the weary expression of his brother, and the deadpan of Kakucho.

-" I wouldn't mind having her on my bed, unfortunately the only thing that seems to get her hot is seeing my blood flow. "

-" that is kinky even by my standards" Rindou retorted, Ran's eyes drifted back toward you, as they always did.

Truly impressive, was the amount of hostility a woman's body could contain, what was even more surprising was the way you made it reach him, three meters below him.

-" I'm surprised she's still breathing, honestly. By the amount of time she tried to kill you. " Kakucho admitted, earning the attention of Ran who didn't stopped looking at you nevertheless.

-" She's just... Young and dumb. My pretty lamb doesn't truly hate me".

A look of disbelief was shared between Rindou and Kakucho, it was denial itself that drew his blissful smile as he looked at you, leaning against a pillar near the dance floor.

-" She's an assassin, and is hell bent on killing you, do you understand?"

He scoffed at Rindou's sentence, as if he didn't knew.

-" I think the seven times where she nearly killed me did indeed made me understand ".

However, it was not as if you were an everyday enemy...

There, in the middle of the crowd stood you. What they called the bloody princess. For they had known the king, your father, a Yakuza godfather and even worked together, before that one had been mysteriously killed. When you should have grown up and bloomed as a flower, surrounded by all the beautiful things a Yakuza princess should have, well let’s say it was not exactly what happened when your uncle became the new godfather...

Animals, Ran cursed under his breath. through moments like this, when his demons would start anger-roaring, he could not stay still. Quickly excusing himself to a frustrated Rindou and a confused Kakucho, before starting to come down the great staircase, eyes on the prize.

To his great fortune, the dancing crowd seemed to part ways for him, as he slowly made his way to the wild flower, the one watered by blood, a deadly poisoned belladonna.

What a sight for sore eyes, neverthless...

Though you were everything he despised in a woman, violent, heartless, roses were undoubtedly enchanting, especially red ones. Approaching you would always give the “ falling in the spell, in the witch’s lures “ energy, deadly flowers were meant to be the prettiest after all . He could feel how strong your tide was with every step he made, every glance diving deeper, you in that bloody red ball gown.

- “ May I tell you how hideous you look tonight ?”

Your guts stirred just like everytime you heard that voice, the most hypocritical smile one could give stretched your lips as Ran Haitani's shoulder brushed yours, he leaned against the same pillar as you.

-" No, tell me. "

-"...I can't. " He admitted flirtatiously, turning his head fully to look at you. God, does your patience really need to be tested like this? Everytime he smiled, invisible needles were embedded in your skin.

From that close, he could only admire. Light make-up, big eyes, angry gaze and plump lips, he drank in your face before his gaze drifted toward your V-neck, smirking even more as an angry gasp left your lips.

-" My eyes are up here, bastard. "

-" Don't speak" he faced you suddenly, forefinger pressed to your lips earning a frown from you. " You're much prettier that way. "

-" Forgot how charming you can be" after responding, took his finger between your teeth, biting, which only made his smirk widen.

Psycho.

-" No lies, you haven't forgotten an ounce of my grace. "

Ran pulled his finger from your mouth, too busy burning in the fierce of your eyes to even care for his finger. Enough was enough, his proximity was something disturbing, going for that you tried to walk around him to get away, if not for his knee suddenly pressing between your legs, forcing you to stick against the pillar again.

Inhaling sharply, your legs went pressing against each other yet he was faster to part them open again, leaning closer until you could feel his breath hitting your face.

-" Tell me, princess. "

Ran's lips grazed your ear, spreading a smothering wave through your body. How dare he touch you that way, the princess, in front of everyone, he was officially a dead man.

The nickname on his tongue tasted of contempt and reeked of mockery, knee boldly tracing its path up your thigh.

-" did you ever danced with an enemy ?"

A blaze, that's what he encountered when he glanced at your face. Who was he to resist looking at your lips, when they turned reddish from how you pressed them together ?

-" they never live long enough for that. "

Pure scorn, was the laughter leaving his mouth, reducing you to a ball of hatred yearning for his destruction, if only those people were not around...

You knew they had not noticed anything, from afar, it looked nothing more than a man whispering sweet nothings to his woman's ear, you two and the devil were the only witnesses of God knows where his knee was going.

-" The honor is all mine".

-" Don't you d-"

A ragdoll. That is how you looked the minute his hand pulled you by the waist turning your body as if you weighted nothing and engaging in a slow dance. Regaining your composure, your hands flew to his neck, his to your waist. What looked from outside as a man and a woman dancing against each other, was in fact your nails digging deep in his neck's skin, and him gripping your waist so tightly until both of you would leave marks on each other.

- " Once this song's over, you better run. " You'd warned him, lifting your gaze to meet his. Now it was true that he loathed all that you became,raised with guns and bathed in blood, however hell has never been as tempting as the eyes of a young woman scratching the back of his neck.

-" Go 'head, give me more reasons to eat you alive."

Suddenly, your body has been spun around by him, one, two, then three times, eliciting admirative gasps from the crowd around you. He knew you hated attention, you glared at him through your slightly blurry vision when he pulled you back to him, even closer than the first time so your chests were almost crashed against each other.

-" You're stepping on my damn shoe ! Give me space-"

-" You know what they say; keep your friends close and you enemies closer" His hands tightened around your waist even more along with a stretch of his smirk. Ran's eyes drifted toward one of the balconies where he caught his co-workers disapproving eyes on him, making him only smile more.

-" Swear to heaven, I'm gonna rip your skin off your bones inch by inch, Ran fucking Haitani. "

A reserved, masculine laugh left his lips at the same time as he made you spin again, waltzing slowly into the center of the room, retrieving your body once more.

-" You can't keep my name outta your mouth, can you ? How 'bout we find what else of me you can keep in this pretty mouth ?"

-" and catch whatever illness you carry ? Thank you next. "

-" Shhh, what a dirty filthy mouth you've got yourself here, princess. " You loathed nothing more than how that nickname sounded in his mouth, all of a sudden the orchestra took the symphony to its spike, a rhythm more frenzied and Ran let go of your waist but it was shortly cut off.

-" spin me one more time and I'm going to vomit all over your pretty suit. "

Something in your glare must have convinced him you were not joking, which made him take you waist again, ever so harshly.

-" So you think it's pretty ? I was hoping I guessed your favorite color " your nails dug deeper in his neck's skin taking out a breathed chuckle of him against your ear.

-" Pointless, I see red everytime I see you. "

-" Damn " he pulled his head slightly back so both the tips of your noses were grazing each other. " Is that bloodlust or just the last of the latter ?"

No matter what he had already seen from you, seeing you laughing, even sarcastically said, stretched his smile more. His gaze dropped to your lips a few millimeters from his and he had to squeeze your skin even more under his fingers to keep himself grounded.

-" Get over yourself already." Taking the lead, the wildflower's scent invaded his nostrils, your hair against his face while your lips grazed his ear.

Intoxicating, reaching the top of madness in what was a cursed dance in the middle of an oblivious crowd. Unhealthy would be an euphemism, yet every bruise he would leave on your skin, every scratch you would make his neck suffer seeped as sugar coated venom through him.

-" Far be it from me to hurt your ego, Haitani. But you're only one more name on the list. You, your brother, your boss... "

Thanks to years of training and a good anticipation, otherwise you'd probably let out a gasp of surprise and pain, when his nails suddenly digged in your sides. That had nothing to do with a slow dance now, the way he was holding you was even too painful to breath, you scratched his neck even harder, nuzzling your head in his chest while his chin pressed on top of your head.

-" Fix your attitude before I fix it for you. "

Sword words, bruising hold, his usual smile was now water under the bridge. Peering up at him, he was not even looking at you, clenched jaw made you know you found that man's weak spot, his brother, his gang.

A devilish smile curled your lips, the upper hand was yours now. Pressing your body tighter to his, Ran had to grip his anger and loathe as if his life depended on it to ignore your chest's feeling against his torso.

-" is this a threat? "

- " No. " Piece by piece, the alternative universe both of you were into shattered with every last note of the music, until the crowd of dancers began to leave the center of the room. Only there, a fleshy soft texture brushed your cheek, Ran Haitani's lips with every word he said kissed your face, a kiss of death.

No butterflies, just swords of Damocles embedded in your skin. Morbidly romantic.

-" It's a promise. "

•••

The evening was stretching way too far long. Mikey and Kokonoi still were busy discussing business with some partners, Sanzu wouldn't leave his king's side, and no matter how many years they have been practicing, Rindou and Kakucho always found a way to make the conversation drift toward weight lifting.

He needed a break, the only way to smoke a cigarette at events like this was in the restroom, which he did, entering the men's room.

Then it hit him, like his cigarette, his breath been stole from his mouth while a wave of pain stirred his stomach, the impact of a foot making him fall backwards. On the ground, helpless, he could only watch your face blur behind the smoke of his previous cigarette, before reappearing in all its majesty, a smile on your lips as the smoke dissipates.

-" missed daddy already ? " He chuckled, leaning on his elbows behind him and starting to get up, only for you to surprise him with a kick straight to his face, aching through his nerves along with anger waves crashing on him.

Watching you squatting in front of him, throwing the cigarette aside and stepping on it, the only thing he was seeing was red. Clenched jaw and fists, he coveted for your blood, your head.

-" Stand up and keep your promise, man. " You pierced his face with sword-sharp hues. " Fix me. "

Just like that you got up, he did so, quickly wiping the blood out of his nose.

-" Thought I fight the weak ? I don't hit women. "

-" Guess that's not gon' be funny for you " you shrugged, too much for a gentleman, it was another kick that he received in exchange, grunting from pain and holding his neck, leaning forward.

Now you hated, loathed Ran Haitani with the fire of a thousand suns, however that fire seemed to burn passionately when he turned into this, the beast advancing toward you currently, no smile, no tease, a promise of carnage.

Taking you aback, his kick on your stomach seemed even stronger than one of the wooden doors of the toilets, which nearly dislocated as you crashed against it. Pained in the back and abdomen, you hardly steadied yourself, fists in front of you, unfortunately not as fast as to dodge his next punch, knocking you out on the floor.

He was strong, that was not the first time you fought him or tried to kill him, yet his strength never failed to amaze you.

Anger and hatred competed in your eyes, leaning on your hands and knees you looked up at a Ran who was rolling up his sleeves.

Sky would fall on the ground the day he would understand the urges in his body that your sight, bloody, on your knees in front of him, gave. May God forgive him for the way his pants tightened as he leaned and grabbed your hair, pulling a soft grunt from your bloody irresistible lips.

-" Y'know ? You always look so much better when I mark you up. "

Bold from someone who, right after saying how pretty you were got your face pressed to the floor, almost sitting on your back as he pinned you to the ground. You moved as a possessed woman under him, grunting your rage and shame for him to silence.

-" Did'ya forget ? Bitches on the bottom. "

Calm down, only fools rush in. You refused to let him have the best of you, turning your head as best as you could to look at him, straddling you from behind, there you figured out you could actually use the way his lips parted at the sight of your face.

For it was just excruciating to not stare, the bloody princess all submitted under him, her hate-filled eyes only looking at him. Even in your poorest states he still found you deathly attractive.

His calloused fingers glided slowly on your neck's exposed skin, making you inhale louder than what you would've wanted, pushing your hair to the side, mesmerized by your hair locks sliding on your bare shoulder. Perfect timing, you decided. Putting all your bloody strength to switch the positions, now straddling him with each leg on his sides.

-" Who's the bitch now ?"

Drinking in his taken aback expression only a second before a shower of punches fell on him.

- " Who's on the bottom now, huh ?" It was your dignity, flowing out of his face with every punch, staining your knuckles. They hurt, but it didn't matter, it was your father's dead body you saw everytime you looked at him.

-" Give it up already" Two strong hands stopped both of your fists in the air, Ran straightened, now sitting and caging you on his lap, face only inches away from yours.

Damned be the one who opened that restroom's door first, switching from a perfect fancy picture to the God's wrath, the doomed bathed in each other's blood, lips merely brushing against each other with every raging breath they took.

-" I studied your moves " pulling you closer in his lap, he smirked. You adjusted your knees just the right way, and smirked too.

-" Yeah ?" Either was it your out of breath voice, or how you rubbed your hips against his as you tried freeing yourself , one of the them pulled a grunt from his mouth. " Fucking study this. "

Angling your body to the side, your knee hit his chin roughly sending him few inches back. You quickly pulled away from him hearing his growl of pain, a breathed " bitch".

That was the last straw, the one which made all the bridges burn down. The blood he spat contained his last drops of sanity and self control. A demon rised in front of you, making you stiffen in defense, in no time an agonizingly painful stretch coursed through your neck, the impact sending you straight to the ground. With the aching sounds you made, came to hit you the realization that he just kicked your neck, a swift almost acrobatic move. The same foot that was now, getting pressed to your windpipe.

Your eyes widened already struggling to take an air puff, Ran Haitani towered above you , choking you with a foot, lazy eyes boring through your lying shape.

-" I should kill you... I really should... ".

Yet something, about putting an end to that wicked game that has been going for years between the two of you was disturbing. Not seeing your smirk nor those bright eyes whenever he would fail dodging a blow, no more of your sweet perfume invading his nostrils everytime you would try choking him, hearing your jerky breathes the few times your fighting position became more than... A fighting position.

One move away from spilling your poison on that floor, one move away from picking up the venomous flower. A shoe to your throat, all he had to do was pressing his foot. He had you, powerless and surrendering, half-lidded eyes and parted open lips under him, what a thief you were, stealing his attention.

-" Do it. Kill me. " You uttered difficulty, refusing to even touch his ankle to try and beg for your life. Through that colored ring around dilated pupils he searched for fear, submission, only found handfuls and handfuls of challenge, courage and fire.

-" Go... Ahead " you tried again in front of his silence, he frowned. That was not what he had in mind, turned out you were more screwed than what he thought you were, not even caring an ounce for your life.

-" I've got better plans for you. " That was your turn to frown, as he squatted above you, legs on each sides of your body. You took a deep breath finally after he released your throat but that joy was short lived since soon his hand replaced his foot around it, forefinger lifting your chin.

-" Why you so hell bent on killin' me, us ?"

Is he fucking serious ? A scoff left your lips at the thought. Ran saw your face flinching, though he hadn't moved an inch, those pretty eyes lightened by the lamps above your heads closed for meer seconds where he wondered truly, was it possible that inside that wreck they turned you in, some life still existed ? Shortly cut off when you opened them again, since those were no eyes facing him but an iceberg.

-" after years of loyal service to Bonten, your father wouldn't have been happy-"

-" Do not talk about my father. " Hurricane-like voice warned him. " Nor about what he would've liked. "

Purple empty gaze bored into your features, something was off and it only clicked inside his head now. He could not exactly put his finger on it yet he smelled a rat.

-" Let's get something straight, yeah ?" Squeezing, he deprived you of oxygen slightly, eliciting a pained gasp from you. "Tell me what to do once again and I'll make you see, Love, death is the softest thing I can do with you. "

Sucking on your teeth, your fists flew to his sides before he pinned them in a swift gesture on top of your head, thus having you at his complete mercy. If a look could kill, he would probably be lying down lifeless on the ground now from the hostility in your gaze.

-" Your father was a friend of Bonten-"

-" oh, do you kill all your friends ?"

What was it ? That void disappearing from his face, the usual smile faltering ? Why were you seeing a multitude of things flickering in those usually cruelly empty eyes ?

And it clicked, hit him like the sky fell on him so suddenly that he swore he saw flashes of all your fights in front of him. All those years,forging you like a steel weapon, making you throw the crown to hold a sword, all of this so...

A ticking bomb, they made you. Filled you with lies until the day they wanted you to explode.

-" Fuck, this shit's insane ". Slipping into an uncontrolled laughter, you looked at him in disbelief as his state of humor triggered your wrath.

-" I'm gonna fucking kill y-"

-" So that's what they reduced you to? " he cut you off, you frowned. " A heartless machine of killing, this I knew. But I had no idea you were so silly, princess. "

-" What the hell you're talking about ?" Your voice climbed those decibels rather rapidly, Ran drank in your frowning face, still pinning your wrists above your head and holding your throat, then slowly, almost carefully, sat as slightly as he could on your lower half.

Something told you, what was about to come was not going to be funny. It was so out of character, the way his fingers around your throat loosened slightly, the sudden softness in his smile contrasting with the Brighting cruelty in his eyes.

-" we did not kill your father. Surprise !" He faked a chuckle, watching your face turning redder and redder. " Man, you're telling me all these years of cat and mouse were because of a lie your family told you ? I'm almost offended. "

-" I don't believe you. "

No room in you were left to even listening to him, there was not even a second thought in you about it. Why would you consider thinking about the possibility that he might be saying the truth ? He was not, your uncle was pretty sure it was them, who poisoned the godfather, your uncle never made such mistakes.

Your uncle never made such mistakes, a voice inside you bitterly uttered in front of Ran's unimpressed face. Goddamn, he kept that composure almost as if-

No, it couldn't be.

-" As you like " he shrugged. " Whether you believe me or not, that's not gonna change the fact you've been dumb enough to swallow your uncle's lies-"

-" My uncle is not a liar watch your fucking mouth. " Still climbing decibels, that voice was. Ran's smirk stretched, behind that frown of yours, your eyes were droopy, sliding from time to time to the side, distracted, you began letting him inside your head.

-" Oh sweet little thing" sympathy coated face leaned over yours, pressing his weight more on top of you. " Why would Bonten kill your father, if not to take your family business after that ?"

Have you ever wondered how it felt to fall from a cloud ? Painful. Whether you wondered or not, you would never be prepared for the fall, how painful meeting the ground was.

-" Tell me, princess. Who inherited the throne, the mafia, and everything your father left behind after his death? "

Your uncle, he did.

-" Why hasn't a war been declared to Bonten, after they killed his dear brother ?"

'cause Bonten is strong. They told you.

-" Bonten is too strong to be... Taken down by men... "

How you uttered those words as a learned text almost pained him, lost puppy eyes wandering around the room and getting back to him with a frown.

His heart squeezed strangely in his chest.

-" But not by a woman, right ?"

Last straw, before you dived deep into an ocean of memories. Flashes of your teenage self sitting next to your uncle , telling you tales of how the cruel Bonten poisoned your father with Arsenic.

Now that the colors started fading, poison was not one of Bonten's ways...

Pictures of the young girl training all day and until late night, when other girls would be sleeping after a full day of having fun outside.

Blood on your sixteen years old hands, first murder, when his sons were learning how to manage a business.

-" Truth is, all this time you thought you held the gun, while they slowly turned you into a pretty gun in their pockets. "

Yes, falling from a cloud hurts.

Your face expressed so much more than usual, so much that it was hard for him to catch one emotion at once. Wheels were turning at incredible speed inside your head, overheating emanating from you. Oh when all those years he fought you with bullets, when his mouth was the only weapon needed...

-" I... I trust them... My uncle, my cousins."

Why did it sound as a question ? Why were your eyes so pleading ? Why were his eyes softening ? He leaned down, placing another deadly kiss on your forehead.

-" Sweet, naive little girl. Trust if for children, and dogs. You, dear, are a soldier. "

Were. You were a soldier. Now you were no more than the ghost of yourself, lying helplessly under him, not even trying to free yourself anymore. And he watched, Ran watched the life slowly leaving your eyes, color draining away from your stoic face. How intoxicating, that he couldn't keep his hands to himself nor his thoughts on a leash, with you lying still looking pretty under him...

Too lost, too numb. You started feeling dizzy, every thought sounding too incoherent for your brain,not even fighting the man who was brushing away hair strands from your face. You simply bored your eyes into his amethyst hues, judging wether you should give it a chance or not.

No, too late, you already let him inside your head. Now he was messing with every belief you've ever had, Ran Haitani knocked down all foundation your life has been built on,making sure he was the only solid thing around you.

To break, to forge.

-" Now, I could kill you... You uncle has been throwing dirt on our name, after all. "

Numb, you wished he would just stick a dagger in your heart, open it from the inside for it kept contracting too painfully, yet something in his trailing tone made you think that was far from happening...

Pushing his knee between your thighs, thanks to the bold slit of your red dress, his leg went up until it brushed against your crotch, making your breath hitch all of a sudden. He smirked, lips placing the ghost of a kiss on your neck, just above your pulsing point, as if whispering to your skin.

-" On the other hand, these walls are pretty thick. Probably no soul would hear if I took you, here on this floor. "

Mimicking his words, his knee began rubbing against the fabric of your underwear just as your body stiffened. You tried your best not to make a single sound, keeping your eyes on his while his lips kissed your skin down until reaching your plunge cleavage, resting on your heart.

God, what was it that was wrong with you ? What in hell was that heat building in your lower half ? Why haven't you ever noticed how eye-catching he looked ?

Some of those pulled back hair strands were falling on his eyes now, a smile adorning those pretty lips. And even though that face was blood-stained, it was painful to try keeping your gaze off of him.

-" I could just, fuck you dumb right here. Yeah ?"

Not a sound, you promised. He wanted and chased your fear, what a shame if he knew there was only yearning inside you. Keeping your composure, you stared emptily into his eyes, before a particular thrust of his knee right against your clit, made you arche your back on that floor.

The floor of a men restroom, in the middle of a ball, both stained with each other's blood, his lips sucking on your chest's skin marking you as he pleased.

Talk about lust, how destructive and refreshing was it for him to see you throw you head back, exposed neck and throat and parted lips as he felt the fabric of your underwear dampening against his knee. His pants were suddenly tighter, desire coursing through his veins, urges long kept tied were now unleashed, free to act.

-" Looks so fuckin' pretty with my hand 'round your throat... "

And it felt good, damn how you hated that it felt good, you despised yourself for feeling this when your entire life has been shaken upside down, must be the trauma or something, but you could not focus on anything else than Ran's hands holding your throat and his leg between your thighs.

Until it crashed down on you, when he stopped every friction he was so willingly giving you and released your neck. The cold air suddenly wrapped around you while he stood up, pulling his sleeves down and smiling toward your lost face as you leaned on your elbows.

-" But I'm not taking advantage of this, your poor state. "

It eventually took the best of him, but he convinced himself not to ruin everything. Yes, ruin, years of yearning and fantasies for you, his nemesis. And though he hated you from the very bottom of his rotten heart, you still were there, in his heart, no matter the type, hate or not, you still had a place.

That was not the best place, nor the best timing for this. Ran always wanted your fierce, not only on his sword, or on his hit list, but next to him. He always felt like what you had was what he was missing, and he knew the best things in life take time.

-" This doesn't mean anything" you started standing up the moment he turned his back to you, thus missing his smirk. " I still don't trust you. "

- " Remember, pretty? Trust is not for soldiers " he scoffed grabbing the door handle, you narrowed your eyes and tightened your fists, what was preventing you from killing him right there ?

-" if I find out that you lied, I'll chase you down. "

Not the least intimidated or impressed by your relentless tone that would shake thousand of men, he peered at you over his shoulder, cold and smirking, as always, as you hated him, as you preferred him.

-" You can pretend all you want, Love. We both know I'm the first one to actually care for you. The first one who got that rotten heart thumping. "

Opening the door was like stepping into another version of reality, where everything was fine, as if paradise and hell did not just collided in a secluded room.

-" You know it's always gonna be me. You can deny it, run from it... We're bounded by bloodlust. "

Bloodlust, or just the last of the latter?

-" You and I are fated to be together. "

•••

Fated, yes, he believed every word of him. He was so sure that one day, you would eventually come back to him. Only, who could have anticipated that this day would come so soon?

The night was cold, numb. His chest empty and insignificant, just as the girl he drove with him home that night. She kept clinging on him as her lifeline and teasing him until he took her home, task completed for her.

The night was dull, grey.

Until it turned red, like your bloodshot eyes.

His keys fell to the floor the minute he spotted you, standing next to the floor to ceiling window of his apartment. Tokyo's night lightening your impassive face, hands on your pants pockets, staring right through his eyes.

A multitude of questions assaulted him, and the first was not even how did you got there, since he knew no door resisted you.

But as he was about to ask, now standing in the middle of the living room thus only few steps from you, his fling of the night interrupted him.

-" Don't tell me... You're married ?"

You would've scoffed, laughed even, if your head was not caving down. Instead, you watched him ignoring his plaything, eyes solely focused on your shape.

-" Leave. "

That was you, the assassin. You had commanded the woman, taller than you as you approached both her and Ran. To be honest it would not surprise you if she was some model, tall, slim, and she had that thing, the look screaming « I'm better bitch».

Except that, on the verge of uttering a scathing retort, raising her manicured hand towards you, your reddened eyes or your murderous gaze made her immediately get off her high horse. She felt it, the madness emanating from you, and Ran felt it too. There has been only few days since he made you realize everything, and you haven't been more than the shell of rage since then.

-" You heard her. Leave. "

An offended gasp left the " model's " mouth, seconds were spent while she incredulously looked at Ran for any sign of joke, yet she was forced to give it up when his gaze didn't even left you to meet her once, and left both of you alone.

Immediately, Ran got closer to you, always so drawn to his wildflower. He studied your face, bloodshot eyes highlighting your eye color, pink swollen lips, reddened tip of nose.

You had cried.

You were bewitching.

And drunk.

-" princess... " He started, his meer voice plunged you back into that night, where you wished for him to kill you when he only ripped your heart open.

-" Why didn't you killed me when you had the chance to ?"

Seriously ? From all the questions you could've asked, that was the one going through your mind ? Straight to the point, he must admit.

-" Why letting me alive ?"

-" You know why. "

No you didn't know.

Or maybe did you ?

Was " why " the way he looked at you now ? Was " why" the way he truly had your heart thumping?

It was too overwhelming, from the alcohol on your blood to the thoughts running wild in your head for days, Through the gentleness his hand rested on your cheek with.

You needed to understand, explanations, and he seemed to be the only one who could give them to you.

Then it hit hard, he was the only one who never lied to you.

Expectantly, your eyes urgently bored into his which to be honest could have startled him, so much emotion...

-" I... I don't understand. After everything I did for him, I did everything he asked me to do, I protected him, I cared about him. I shared dad's money and power with him, and yet... I did everything he asked me Ran, I promise-"

-" Shhhh, it's okay. "

Which strength you talked about which hatred which enemy, when a simple break in your voice and a glisten in your eyes urged him to pull you flat against his chest, arms wrapping around you so tightly that he could have crashed you.

God you hated him, hated how strong and comfortable his arms were, how safe you felt, collapsing against him.

So safe...

-" He ordered you to kill. To destroy, create chaos. " Your head nuzzled in his neck, his words being a painful stab that you needed,his arms being an armor to help you take it.

-" he manipulated and twisted your will, turned you into a weapon. Wanted to use you to fight his fights for him. "

How twisted, his heart ached in his chest feeling your wet tears against his neck, however a smile stretched his lips, how cursed.

-" He slashed his road toward power, and then, when he'd have everything he wanted and even more, he'd toss you aside like a puppet that outdated its usefulness. Nothing more, nothing less. "

Hurting, his words were creating holes in your chest, but as you went to pull away from him, his arms held you tighter, as if to crash every bone of you and him together.

-" Is that... what i was to him ? A pawn on his game the whole time ?" As you voice turned huskier, you tried hiding it with a sarcastic laughter, but he knew better.

-" What have I been doing with my life... "

For the first time it hurt, usually the only thing that would make him feel that way was anything related to Rindou. And there he was, holding his enemy, taking you to his couch so he could sit and pulling you on his lap, watching as you fell there as a limp doll.

Only there Ran figured out, he hated your family. Not for making you nearly kill him, not for pushing you into a war against Bonten, but for trying to extinguish that flame in your eyes. And he would never admit it, maybe not even to himself, but an oath bloomed in him, a promise of bringing down whoever did this to you.

The only one allowed to hurt you, was him.

His enemy, you were. Enemy, or not, whatever, you were his.

-" Now now, don't waste your tears on these motherfuckers, c'mon, I've known you stronger than this. " Calloused fingers flew to your cheek, wiping away those tears and giving you his lazy smile.

Why was it that you didn't wanted to wipe that smile away anymore ?

-" not everything is lost. Me, on the other hand can help you without expecting anything in return. Well only one thing I want from you, you ".

Slightly pulling your head back, you frowned. You ? Did it meant...

-" All of you, what's under the blood and the kicks. "

-" how do I know you won't backstab me once I'm no longer useful ?"

His smile widened, Ran pressed his forehead against yours, gaze falling on your lips.

-" Easy. Did I ever went as far as to actually kill you ?"

Hesitantly, you shook your head.

-" And... " Slowly, as grazing, his hands left your cheeks to rub your sides over your shirt, then caressing your skin under that one. " they've been feeding you of lies for years. Daddy's the only one stabbing you with the truth. On the front, quick, painless. "

You could feel it, feel him seeping through your pores as poison. Yet he felt the same with your lips so close to his and your soft skin under his fingertips, taking you in like psalms at the church.

-" Now tell me, gonna let daddy make you feel good ? "

Gulping down, you looked through his eyes and saw you,with no etiquette, no judgment, no expectation. Just you, raw and desire, and though he, what you two had was the most twisted thing God had ever cursed the earth with, the way he saw you was the purest thing ever.

It only took a nod for you to have his lips on yours.

Ran Haitani tasted as Gin and juice, hard, rough, with the right amount of softness for your poor state. Your soft lips against his felt like grasping the moon, a yearning of years and now, he could not just get enough.

As your tongues met each other in a frenzied dance, your hands found his shoulders to grip onto, accidentally grinding your hips against his, he lost it.

The next thing you knew, he was in top of you while you were lying under him on that couch, clothes all discarded except for your panties.

And there she was, his life's main problem, laying raw, naked for him to take.

-" What ?" You inquired in a scoff. " Never seen a naked woman ?"

-" Shit, just can't believe I almost killed this, you. "

You chuckled. He pinned your hands above your head, began sucking on your tits, driving both of you crazy. He adored how soft your breast was on his mouth, how you claimed to hate him when you were now grinding your hips against him, so much that soon enough, both your panties and his clothes have been tossed down.

Needless to say, naked Ran Haitani had nothing vulnerable without his expensive suits. Just as imposing, almighty, every muscle, scar played on his team to make him one of the most handsome men to ever graze your eyes.

Parting your legs, his tongue licked a stripe along your folds, only for you to shake your head and close your thighs making him frown.

-" want you inside already, Ran, can't wait... "

-" Yeah ? Then you better take it, princess. Gonna carve my fucking name inside this pretty pussy. "

-" Just do it already !"

Ran chuckled, breathing a " needy, indeed".

A breath that, nevertheless, has been stolen from his throat the moment he slided inside you.

There.

-" Fuck, you feel perfect-"

He stretched you to not point, the burn being quite pleasurable for you.

Where one plus one made one, a raw poem in the middle of discarded clothes and cursed pasts, Ran's broad shoulders towered above you, placing kisses along your neck. Intoxicated, heat waves crashing against his core, lost in your presence, just in your existence he dived deep.

And he knew how venomous you were, once again a flower watered by blood and lies, but God, he has been taking sips of that poison since years, smiling to each death threat you made, thus it felt like home, you felt like home, warm, comfortable.

-" So good, Ran... Just so good... " You cried out when his thumb reached out for your clit to draw circles over the nerve bund, with each movement clenching harder around him and sending him to cloud nine.

-" Right, love ? Such a pretty slut for daddy's cock, aren't ya ?"

Your eyes rolled back as he leaned against you, taking you lips in his just for the sake of it.

Well, maybe has it been for your glossy eyes and wet lashes, maybe for your chest brushing against his while you arched your back, all he knew was that looking at you was as sweet as torture, as a drug, with each sip even more infatuated though he saw no other way to possibly have more.

More, he was obsessed by more of you.

-" Look how good you take it... You're a goddamn t... A goddamn trap, know this ?"

What you were saying could not even be considered as words, you were so close to your high that everything you could utter were uncontrollable moans, your hands tried grabbing anything, but his hand around your fists only tightened, no way you would keep yourself grounded by anything, he wanted you dumb for him by the end of this.

-" my pretty girl's only gotta remember my name by the end 'f this... Daddy's gon' make the pain better. I, shit, I promise. "

And finally, your abdomen contracted while reaching your high, though he knew his words would fall to deaf ears, he still went for your ear to whisper them, his other hand pressed to the visible bulge on your lower belly.

-" feel this ? Told ya, you and I are bounded-" he stopped in his tracks, feeling a knot in his balls tightening, the sight of your soft breasts bouncing with each thrust, your fucked up face and breathed moans did not help, really.

-" From now on, what hurts you, hurts me... "

Was he really about to go through a war for the woman he has been fighting since years? Only because she had given him her true self ?

Was Ran Haitani about to turn that whole mafia upside down just because of those pretty eyes staring at him ?

-" For you, I'd take their lives. "

Apparently, yes.

If they asked you what was Ran Haitani to you ?

Lover, hunter, or enemy?

Note : sorry love, I really really didn't liked this one, kinda felt like I screwed it up so I'm not at all confident with this...

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Imagine Getting Close to Ban After He Protects You

Ban X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Suggestive themes, drinking, bar fight, mentions of blood

Word Count: 2,127

(A/N:) I just absolutely adore Ban and I’m jealous of Elaine. I just read The Seven Deadly Sins Seven Days manga and it inspired me to write more Ban. Cause he’s my favorite character and he’s just so dang adorable and ridiculously hot. Manga/Anime it doesn’t matter I just love him so I want to write more with Ban. I have another idea I’m going to write as well but this one just hasn’t been leaving me alone for awhile, so I’m needing to get it out before it drives me crazy. So enjoy my fellow Ban fangirls (you have good taste) and until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Ban had forgotten what it was like as a free man after all those years of imprisonment and execution attempts. Now as Meliodas allowed him to roam free for just a little while, before it was time to leave, he found himself drinking himself into a stupor. Nothing like spending time in a tavern draining them of all their ale and tricking some poor idiot to pay for it all. He chuckled at himself emptying another mug before demanding another. While he drank he noticed how cute one of the waitresses was as she was darting around the tavern. He decided that drinking was more important than flirting and before he knew it he was conked out, feet up on the table, and head back releasing deafening snores from his opened mouth.

You decided long ago that this was not the job you would have chosen as a profession. Unfortunately as your family were in a large hole of debt, you along with your siblings were sent out to find work. Being one of the younger ones of your family it was hard finding a job until the owner of the local tavern took pity upon you and hired you. Now you were serving ale to the town’s farmers and unfortunately the dregs that enjoyed cheap booze and entertainment. Though most of their entertainment was harassing the young waitress bustling around. But tonight the unruly patrons seemed worse than ever. You couldn’t pass by the table without one of them grabbing your rear or making inappropriate passes.

You almost spilled your tray several times and you could have sworn you heard a stitch in your uniform tear. Normally you would knock them out with your metal tray but you couldn’t afford to be fired, your family needed your help. But you couldn’t help but hate being harassed every night. The other girls that worked would mainly grin and bear it and you’d even seen some of them leave with their teasers at the end of their shifts. Now as your shift was winding down you were clearing the sleeping man’s table of the empty mugs. Since he was asleep you allowed yourself to take in his looks, and while you were used to the normal dirty and grim covered men this one was the cleanest you’d ever seen. His long lanky but muscular body proudly on display from the too small shirt and pants that hung dangerously low on sharp well formed hips. His long legs hung on the table and despite his closed eyes you could tell he would have a sharp gaze. Curiosity got the better of you when you noticed that his hair was a pretty pale blue and you got too close causing him to snort and eyes crack open before his eyes closed again, falling back to sleep with more obnoxious snores filling the room.

You released the breath you had been holding and began to take the used mugs back to the counter to be washed. Once again you had to pass the table filled with men who had grabbed you all evening, and in similar fashion you were grabbed once more but this time you were yanked off your feet into one of their laps. The mugs clattered to the floor loudly and you struggled against the grip around your waist. Putrid stale ale breath brushed against your bare neck and you shivered.

“Let me go,” you yelled kicking and raking at the rough fingers holding on tightly.

“Easy now,” the man slurred. “There’s no need to fight. You’ve been so busy bustling back and forth I just thought you could use a little break. Take a load off and sit here on my lap.”

“No thank you,” you replied icily. “My shift is almost over I can rest at home but right now I’m working.”

“Oh so you’ll be done soon will you,” he chuckled causing the others at the table to laugh along. Their lecherous gazes making you squirm more.

“I’m not interested,” you snarled getting angry.

“Hey,” the owner behind the bar saw your predicament, “please don’t bother my wait staff.”

“Don’t worry,” your capture replied still refusing to budge, “she’s fine with it.”

“I am not!”

“Stop fighting me,” the drunk growled.

“Then stop touching me,” you snapped.

Before you could really give him what for a large hand grasped the drunk’s wrist squeezing tightly causing him to release you and you were whipped away and pressed into a tall lanky side.

“Hey creep,” the once sleeping man was now wide awake and angry. “She said knock it off or are ya deaf?”

“This doesn’t concern you,” the groper roared rising up from the table so fast he sent his chair flying backwards.

“It does when someone doesn’t know the word no,” your protector scoffed. “I mean I’ve been a piece a crap most of my years but I don’t go around grabbing women to get my kicks.” The pale blue haired man looked down at you giving you a pleasant smile and a quick wink. “Now I just got out of jail a few hours ago but I don’t mind going back if it means I get to have some fun beforehand.” He put a hand on your shoulder pushing you behind his form when the drunken man stepped towards you again. “Name’s Ban,” he whispered to you before focusing back on the threat.

“Thank you Ban,” you replied making your getaway outside. As soon as the door slammed behind you the inside of the tavern erupted into yells, curses, and breaking glass. You should of ran home but the thought of the guy rescuing you either hurt or possibly bleeding to death inside rooted you to the spot. It was only when the sounds had eased did you decide to go back in when the front door burst open. A booted foot retracted inside before long legs came through. Ban looked around wiping his hands and a bloodstain on his cheek.

“Ahh,” he stretched then yawned. “Nothing like a brawl after getting bailed out of prison.” He looked around and spotted you hiding in the darkness. “Hey! You still here?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled nervously. “I was worried you got hurt.”

Ban laughed stepping closer. He was intimidating just from his height alone. “Don’t worry about me cutie. I’m not called undead for nothing.”

“Thank you again I was getting tired of them grabbing me,” you glared at the side of the tavern.

“I can imagine. If you want,” Ban started putting his hands in his pockets awkwardly, “I can walk you home?”

You nodded, “I’d like that.”

That was the night that started you and Ban’s friendship. Now he was always waiting outside when you got off work so he could make sure you made it home safely, or he was inside sometimes drinking himself into a stupor. He always tried the different ales available, you even spotted him gingerly taking the labels off the bottles and pasting them into a tattered book. You were curious but he always shut it quickly when he spotted you staring. Now a week had gone by and Ban was getting antsy. He said his new boss was wanting to move out soon and it sounded like tonight was going to be your last night to spend together. You asked to get off early and despite the protests from your boss, the other waitresses promised to take up the slack from your absence. You nodded at the girls thanking them silently before stepping out into the night. Fireflies danced in the shadows and there stood Ban, hands in his pockets and a cocky grin on his face.

“Ban,” you raced over jumping into his arms.

“Do you gotta greet me like that every time?” He laughed spinning you around. “You see me everyday.”

“I thought you liked it,” you pouted.

Ban chuckled patting your head, “I do. I’m not complainin’.”

“So I guess you’re going to be leaving soon,” you said your expression falling. You hadn’t known him for very long but he had become a bright light in your life. Everything had begun to revolve around Ban, he was kicked out of all the places in the village (except the tavern you worked at) but he was actually one of the sweetest people you had ever met. Despite his strength and attitude he was just misunderstood.

“Yeah,” he agreed also seeming sad. While he made a difference for you, you didn’t realize how much of a difference you had made on him. “So I was thinking we should have all the fun we can before my Captain gets back.”

“What did you have in mind,” suddenly curious but also cautious.

“Mostly swimming,” he stated.

“Swimming?”

“Yeah,” he yelled grabbing onto your arm and dragging you behind him. Your shorter legs struggling to keep up. “Last one in is a rotten egg!”

You laughed but tried to tug away, “It’s night time Ban! Why are we going swimming?!”

“Because swimming in fun!”

You rolled your eyes but started to panic when the local swimming hole was just feet away. Ban released you to start tugging off his clothes. You squeaked hiding your eyes before hearing a big splash.

“You can look,” Ban called. “I left some on.”

“I’m not getting wet,” you said before stubbornly stopping at the bank. “This is ridiculous!”

Ban splashed water in your direction causing you to scream and jump away. You tried to not look at the water droplets making their way down his well chiseled form as the moonlight shown off his wet hair.

“Missed me,” you laughed sticking out your tongue. Ban growled sending more water your way where you once again dodged. He grew more annoyed the more you stubbornly refused to join him. He was leaving and you were being a brat. Finally having enough he caught you off guard, interlacing your fingers together and tugging you to him. He held you close before throwing you into the water with a mighty splash. You came up spitting water and a deathly glare in your eyes.

“You jerk!”

Ban laughed swimming out towards you, “Should have just gave in.”

You both swam around, chasing and splashing while the crickets sang a soft tune. You were getting tired since your dress was heavy. Not the best swimming attire but you refused to strip down like Ban did. He held his arms out towards you. You immediately took the offer letting him hold you up while you rested. You panted holding tightly to the man who had flipped everything upside down. But now as you looked at the moon you didn’t realize how intensely he was watching you. It wasn’t until he nibbled at your exposed neck before you jerked at the attention.

“Ban,” you whispered. “What are you doing?”

“Sorry,” he said pulling away. “I couldn’t help it. I haven’t felt this way in awhile.” You shivered and it wasn’t from the breeze hitting your wet clothes. “It’s okay.” Now he looked shocked and you nodded giving him permission. His mouth on yours in an instant. He was all teeth and tongue, exploring everything while you buried your hands in his hair. You had never felt attractive, you were so much different than the other girls in the village and all the boys never seemed to pay you any attention. But Ban was looking at you, kissing you, like you were the only girl that he ever laid eyes on. He parted from you, giving reprieve to gain air back in your lungs. He was swimming you both back to shore where he laid you down on the sand, his larger form looming over you.

“I don’t want to leave,” he whined while brushing a soaked lock of hair from your face. “I don’t want to leave you.”

“Can you stay,” you asked cupping his cheeks.

He shook his head and you could have sworn you had seen tears in the corners of his eyes. “No.”

“Can I go,” you tried again clinging to him.

“It’s too dangerous.”

“But Ban,” you pleaded.

Once again he shook his head but this time he kissed you again passionately. “I’m sorry. I don’t regret meeting you and all this time together.”

“I don’t either,” you agreed clinging him tightly, willing him to stay. “Thank you for protecting me while you were here.”

He chuckled bitterly, “I’d do it all again though leaving hurts.”

“I would too,” you agreed. He helped you off the ground wrapping his arms around you before picking up his discarded clothes. While the bugs sang, toads croaked, and the moon lit the path, Ban walked you home one last time.

#Ban X Reader #Ban / Reader #The Seven Deadly Sins #Seven Deadly Sins #Ban Imagine #Seven Deadly Sins Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

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